Author:
Faithtastic
E-mail: inaneway@hotmail.com
Summary: Joyce, driving out of town on business picks up a girl hitching a ride. It’s Faith. Sex ensues.
Spoilers: General third and fourth season spoilers.
Rating: NC-17. Sex between two consenting women.
Distribution: UCSL, JOYFFA, JustJoyce, anywhere else please ask first..
The fabulous Joyce Summers and Faith and all the other characters of the Buffyverse are the divine property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Productions, Warner Brothers and no doubt countless others I’ve neglected to mention. Being a lowly fan who gains no profit (but hopefully feedback, HINT, HINT) from my inane writings, I don’t intend to infringe upon said copyright.
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Faith leaned her on her elbow, trailing a lazy finger down the valley between Joyce’s breasts. The older woman was dozing lightly, not quite asleep. She shifted towards the gentle contact, exhaling softly. Eventually she opened her eyes, gazing at Faith in the half-light of the morning. The Slayer bent her head and kissed Joyce languorously. In one sinuous movement, Faith swung her leg over the other woman so that she was straddling Joyce’s hips. The older woman grunted at the weight on top of her, her muscles were still aching from the previous night’s exertions, muscles she hadn’t used in a while. The kiss broke and Faith nuzzled Joyce’s neck while busily grinding her slim hips into the older woman’s thigh. Distracting as it was, Joyce wasn’t keen to continue this.
"Faith, I really have to get going…" she began gently. This wasn’t going to be easy, one night stands never were.
The Slayer’s voice was muffled against Joyce’s throat. "One more for the road?" When the older woman didn’t respond, Faith stilled and drew back to sit on her heels. "Where you headed anyway?"
"Los Angeles. There’s been a mix up with one of the shipments for the gallery," Joyce sighed, recalling her anger at the sheer incompetence of the people delivering the latest artifacts she’d acquired.
"Oh, well, I’m headed that way too," Faith commented with a shrug.
Joyce stared at the dark-haired girl for a moment. She couldn’t hand Faith over to the police now, she couldn’t be that heartless. "I can drop you at the nearest bus station, if you like."
Faith nodded silently. She reached down and traced the older woman’s navel with her fingertips. Joyce forced herself not to react to the touch, despite the shiver that passed through her. "Maybe… after your gallery stuff… we could meet up in L.A.? Y’know," Faith wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "a rematch."
"No. I don’t think that’s a good idea," Joyce sat up on the bed, displacing the dark-haired girl. She didn’t even want to contemplate what Faith was suggesting here. It was bad enough that they’d had sex once… well, more than once… but the thought of a repeat performance was completely unthinkable. She really didn’t know how she was going to look Buffy in the eye again after this. She was just going to have to repress all memory of it.
Joyce swung her legs over the side of the mattress and padded over to the heap of discarded clothing on the floor. She retrieved her things and quickly dressed. Meanwhile, Faith merely watched her from the bed. Joyce turned to look at her. "Are you coming with me or not?"
"Sure," Faith replied in an indifferent tone and pushed off the bed. She grabbed her clothes and Joyce had great difficulty averting her eyes as the girl dressed. If Faith was aware of the attention, she didn’t show it. The rogue Slayer was the first out the door and Joyce cast a look back at the rumpled sheets on the bed. Her mind taunted her with a barrage of memories of the previous night; Faith crouching over her, arching to her touch, as putty in Joyce’s hands as the older woman had been in the Slayer’s. She took a heavy breath, it was difficult to feel remorse over something that felt so good. But she couldn’t let it happen again. Composing herself, Joyce turned and closed the door behind her. After returning the keys to the room, she joined Faith in the car.
They drove in silence to the next town and Joyce pulled up outside the bus station. Joyce half-turned in her seat to look at Faith. The girl was staring down at her lap and for the briefest of moments looked incredibly vulnerable. "Can you pay for the ticket?" Joyce asked, absurdly overcome with motherly concern.
The cockiness returned in the stare that Faith gave her. "I don’t need your money."
The awkwardness of the moment was difficult to bare. "Well, goodbye then," Joyce managed to say.
"Yeah," Faith replied and opened the door, stepping out into the sunshine. She moved to walk away but instead rounded the car to the driver’s side. Joyce rolled down the window and Faith leaned in. She gave the older woman a peck on the cheek. "Be seeing you," the Slayer smiled.
"I doubt it," Joyce said with what she hoped was authority.
Faith stroked the other woman’s cheek tenderly. "Don’t count on it, Joyce." With that said the dark-haired girl winked at Joyce and turned. The older woman stared after Faith as she walked away, wondering whether that was a threat or a promise. She didn’t want to dwell on Faith’s words because either way there was no going back. With a sense of dread, Joyce started the car and continued on her journey.
Continued in 'My Favourite Game"