TITLE: Revisionist History XIII -- Alpha Bitch

AUTHOR: Lex

E-MAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com

SPOILERS: "Choices"

SYNOPSIS: Buffy returns Faith's knife. Then Faith shows Buffy a thing or two about knife handling. <Insert really bad pun here.>

RATING: A big, fat NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Really. No money. No sue. Besides, Joss is too much of a wuss to actually do this on the show.

CONTENT: If f/f sex, with or without props, offends you, I'd leave now.

DEDICATED: To Vanessa, for beginning to see the light.

NOTE: All previous Revisionist History stories can be found at http://members.tripod.com/~Alexis_Victoria .

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It was a thing of beauty.

A thing of death, of power, of elegance, of grace. Much like Faith was.

Much like she herself was.

Buffy idly fondled the knife in her hand, turning it around and around, fondling the hilt, running her fingers delicately up and down the blade, testing the deadly sharpness. Unknowingly mimicking Faith's earlier action, Buffy held the blade up to her nose, sniffing along the cool metal. She could smell the distinct scent of old blood, along with whatever cleanser Faith had used to clean it.

That she had taken the time to clean the blade told Buffy a lot about Faith's affection for this particular weapon. Faith was a user, mostly, but when she found something she loved, she treated it like glass. Resolutely, Buffy stood, abandoning her perch in front of Faith's new apartment. The other Slayer was inside, and Buffy knew what she was going to do.

Despite what Faith had done, despite the betrayals and the heartache, Buffy wanted her to have this one small thing back.

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Unaware that she was being watched, Faith was practicing her hand-eye coordination as she bonded with her Playstation. Intent on the shoot-em-up she was playing, she barely heard the knock at the front door.

With a frown, she hit pause on the handset, and stalked over to the door, grabbing a sleek black handgun out of the shoulder rig hanging on a dining room chair as she went. It was Sunnydale, after all, and God herself only knew what was out there.

Safety off, Faith opened the door with her left hand, peeking around the opening, keeping the gun pointed mid-door. At close range, shooting through the wood wouldn't affect her aim much.

The brunette was mildly surprised to see Buffy standing there on her doorstep, clutching her knife. "Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise? Where's your gang, B?"

"No gang. Just me."

"And Giles approved this little field trip?"

"Giles doesn't know where I am."

Faith arched an eyebrow. "Ditching your Watcher, B? I'm honored. I thought you only did that for Angel."

Buffy's delicate features hardened at the mention of Angel's name. "I came to give this back to you. And to...to thank you for saving Wesley."

"I should've let the thing kill him. Would've done all of us a favor."

"Nonetheless, you saved him. I don't know why...but I wanted to say thanks. So here." Buffy held out the knife, hilt towards Faith. "It's a beautiful knife. I figured you'd want it back."

At the mention of her favorite toy, Faith smiled. "Yeah. The Mayor gave it to me. A present for his best girl, he said." Single handed, she clicked the safety back on, and shoved the gun under the waistband at the small of her back. She opened the door fully, and took the knife in hand, raising it up the light, watching it glitter in the moonlight.

"Is that what you want to be, Faith? The Mayor's 'best girl'?" Buffy's eyes were concerned.

It annoyed Faith.

"Well, there's already a Slayer in town, but the Mayor was in need of a right hand. I go where I'm needed. Besides, no offense, but the Mayor's a lot more fun."

"Killing people is fun, Faith?"

"Yeah, B. It is. It's something that you don't seem to get, but it's a part of us, whether or not you choose to accept it. We're killers. We were made for it. We were born to snap necks, rip out throats, tear people limb from limb."

"We were meant to kill vampires, Faith. Not people. We protect the innocent, not slaughter them," Buffy said steadily. "We weren't meant to kill with no conscience."

After a tense, silent moment, Faith laughed. "God, don't you ever get tired of being Jiminy Cricket? Get tired of being so holier-than-thou?"

"What?"

"Come on, B. Give up this fucking good girl routine and admit that sometimes it's fun to be bad. You get off on the kill. You know it. I've seen it, I've seen you get all juiced up, staking a vamp, maybe making him suffer a little before you dust him."

"Faith, it's no excuse for what you've done."

"You be the saint, I'll be the sinner, and we'll both end up just as dead. But I'll die happy. How will you die?"

Buffy met Faith's eyes. "Protecting people I care about."

Faith looked away first. She held onto the door. "You wanna come in and guilt trip me some more or are you gonna leave?"

Surprised at the invitation, Buffy silently followed the other woman into the house, and tensed slightly as the door shut behind her.

"Come in to my parlor, said the spider to the fly," Buffy whispered, hugging her arms to her chest.

Snickering, Faith turned away from her to lock the door. "You're not exactly the fly, B."

With a sinking feeling of dismay, Buffy noted the gun tucked into the back of Faith's pants. She didn't say a word, but Faith noticed her stare as she turned around.

"Scared of my other toy?"

"Scared for you," Buffy admitted, her eyes searching Faith's face.

Buffy's admission did nothing but aggravate Faith. The brunette stalked over to Buffy, invading her personal space. She reached behind her and pulled out the gun, waving it in the air. "This little thing? I'm in control, B. Not you. Me. It's all me. No goody-two-shoes, no annoying Brit watchers, no whiny sidekicks. It's me, the Mayor, and the legion I control."

Buffy regarded her calmly. "You've made bad choices, Faith. But it's not too late. You can still come back to...us." She had nearly said, "me", and for the life of her, she couldn't understand why.

"Willow seems to think it is too late."

"It's not Willow's call."

"It's yours, the Golden Girl, the Almighty Buffy. Buffy with the perfect mother, the perfect friends, the perfect Watcher...well, Watchers...and the...well...stunning, yet imperfect boyfriend."

Buffy's face changed. "You think my life is perfect? *MY* life? Faith, my mother has ignored me my whole life, with the last eight months being the exception. My parents fought like cats and dogs when I was a kid, and I hated it. My one Watcher was fired after betraying me with this awful test, and a complete and total ninny has been sent to replace him. My perfect friends? Willow has no idea what she wants, so she's leading both Oz and Xander along. They, of course, worship her daily, and refuse to see that she's fucking them over. Xander is a petty little bastard most of the time, and Oz? Oz is generally non-verbal, except when he's barking at the full moon. Cordelia switches from mooning over the ninny to trying to stab us in the back. And my stunning boyfriend? The one that I can't touch for fear of releasing my worst nightmare to walk the face of the earth? Please. That's not *my* idea of a perfect life."

Faith was silent during Buffy's tirade. "Why bother trying to bring me back to the fold?"

"Because what you are doing is wrong!"

"Why not just kill me?"

"I can't kill you!"

"You killed your lover to save the world."

"And if you're ever holding open the portal to Hell, I'd kill you too. But that's not what we're talking about."

The two women were standing face to face, staring at each other as they yelled. Faith watched Buffy's face get red. "What are we talking about, B?"

"We're talking about you stopping this nonsense!" Buffy shouted, grabbing the gun out of Faith's hands. "Stop the murdering, and the killing, and the maiming!"

Faith reached out and grabbed the gun back, spinning on her heel to place it on a nearby table. "I get a little nervous when you wave a loaded gun at me."

"You don't care, do you? Not at all. I'm wasting my breath." Buffy was incredibly frustrated and upset, the imminent loss of her sister in arms tearing at her heart.

Faith's eyes changed a split second before she lunged forward and caught Buffy up in a hard embrace. Her mouth found Buffy's already open, and she kissed the other woman torridly, hands fisting in that blonde hair.

Buffy, for her part, was unsurprised. She had felt something building between them, and it was only a matter of time before it erupted. Faith shifted, and Buffy gripped her hips, pulling the renegade Slayer closer as their lips danced together. Faith's mouth felt so good against her own...her mind spun as she was quickly lowered to the floor, Faith laying on top of her.

Moving her lips from Buffy's delicious mouth, Faith blazed a path of heat down her neck, licking at the hollow of her throat. "This is what you came here for, wasn't it?"

"No," Buffy gasped out, "I didn't know..."

"Bullshit," Faith muttered as she yanked apart Buffy's shirt to get at the unbound breasts beneath. "You wanted this," she said as she enveloped a hard pink nipple with her lips, drawing deeply on it, nursing from her.

Buffy cried out, arching her back towards Faith. "I didn't know," she maintained, her hands slipping into Faith's hair. "I didn't..."

Faith attacked the waistband of Buffy's pants, desperate to feel the other Slayer's wetness drenching her searching fingers. As Faith's fingers slid home, Buffy let out a low hiss. It had been a very long time since she had been touched.

"When was the last time you had it, B? Huh? When you fucked Angel's soul out of him?"

"Yes," Buffy hissed, her hips arching to meet Faith's questing fingers. "Yes, god damn you."

"What, your cunt too good for anything but undead cock? Is that right, B? You're a slut, but only if he's a walking corpse?" Faith worked her fingers faster, delighting in the frantic clenching of Buffy's core around her hand.

"Shut up, Faith."

Faith grinned savagely. "And now you're stuck, Angel's here, but you can't touch him, can't throw him down on the ground and suck his cock down your throat, can't let him fuck you until you pass out. You were better off with Angelus. Him you could have fucked. I bet you would have even enjoyed it."

Faith added another finger to the three already thrusting deeply into Buffy's aching sheath. "So now all you have left is me, B. And us Slayers have to stick together." She looked at her hand. "But you're plenty sticky enough for the both of us."

She withdrew her hand.

Buffy looked up at her with wide-eyed disbelief.

Seeing the look, Faith smirked. "Don't worry, B. I'll never leave you out in the cold." Her words were mocking, taunting, but even Buffy could hear the undercurrent of truth that rang clearly in them. "I just need some help." She reached around her back, and withdrew the knife, now in its scabbard. "Since you returned my knife to me, I thought I should thank you properly."

Holding the knife by its sheathed blade, Faith licked the hilt, running her tongue up and down, wetting it.

Buffy was gasping for breath, incapable of speech. Her mind was horrified, and her body was so violently aroused that she felt as though the slightest touch would send her over the edge.

When Faith was certain it was well lubricated, she brought the knife down to Buffy's grasping cunt, teasing the engorged folds with the hilt's hardness.

Desperate, Buffy whimpered Faith's name. At the sound of the plea falling quietly from Buffy's swollen lips, Faith's eyes darkened, and she ducked her head down, capturing the other woman's mouth with her own. Their tongues battled fiercely, neither one able to submit fully.

Without warning, Faith thrust the hilt of the dagger forward, penetrating Buffy with one powerful lunge. Buffy screamed, her hips jerking off the floor, her hands clenching into fists to avoid the powerful urge to wrap her arms around Faith.

"Oh GOD," Buffy cried out, her legs bracing themselves on the floor as she raised her hips, aiding Faith's thrusts, trying to get the hilt deeper into her cunt.

Smoothly, Faith fucked her with the knife, delighting in her uncontrolled whimpers, her broken sighs. She watched Buffy's hips dance beneath her ministrations, watched her beautiful pink flesh envelop the handle, sheathing it easily.

Buffy was out of control, her fisted hands the only thing that stayed in contact with her floor. The rest of her body was writhing, twisting back and forth on the carpet, thrusting up at Faith. "Ooooooo," Buffy whimpered as the sensations overpowered her, her muscles trembling violently. "Faiiiith," she pleaded, "Oh, please....Faith, please...."

Idly, Faith sucked on an erect nipple, increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Buffy undulated even more fiercely with the added pressure. "FaithFaithFaithFaithFaith..." she keened, desperate for release from the sensual torture being forced on her.

Finally, mercy was granted as Faith slid her other hand down and attacked Buffy's clit, rolling it between her fingers, pressing it back against the bone. That was all Buffy needed, and her back arched in a powerful bow as she came, her body pitching forward with a strangled cry.

With satisfaction, Faith watched her lover slump back to the carpet, exhausted. The knife made a wet, sucking sound as she pulled it from Buffy's clinging tightness.

She contemplated the knife, then Buffy. "You came here to be fucked, B. Admit it."

Dazed, Buffy looked up at Faith. Then a slow smile crossed her face. "Like you haven't been trying to get into my pants since the first day we met."

Faith was grinned broadly as Buffy dragged her down into her embrace.

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In his study, the Mayor winced as he watched the TV sitting on his desk, which was wired directly into the surveillance camera installed in Faith's apartment. He watched as Buffy rose up on her knees and loomed over Faith, no doubt intending to submit the other woman to the same kind of torment that she had just received.

His gaze fell to the knife.

He shuddered. "All those germs. I do hope Faith washes it before she uses it again."

And then he shut off the TV, and went to bed. Even invincible demon-wannabes needed eight hours of sleep to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning.

The End