Everything You Want Is Yours
Title: Everything You Want Is Yours
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Characters: Faith/Darla
Prompt: Lust #07
Word Count: 707
Rating: R
Author's Note: For Jenna <3

Eternity was painful – for some, if not most. It took an innovative person to make an infinite stretch of time interesting, and even then the years tended to grow wearisome if one didn’t have a consort with whom to evade the tedium. Darla counted herself lucky – once upon a time - for the one hundred-and fifty blissful years that she spent with Angelus by her side.

At this point she didn’t know where to find him; she wouldn’t have had the faintest idea where to look and, more importantly, she didn’t care. She was whiling away her days on the mouth of hell, and though she no longer appreciated her status as the Master’s favorite, the energy that emanated from the soil and absorbed itself into her skin very nearly made the loss of Angelus tolerable.

The Slayer didn’t hurt, either. Darla caught glimpses of her from time to time, stalking through the cemetery with purpose and finesse, muscles flexing and rippling beneath her skin as she staked another useless minion that Darla had sent out specifically for this purpose. Occasionally, the Slayer’s eyes would drift round the graveyard as though she sensed Darla’s presence – but Darla did nothing to draw attention to herself and the girl was often satisfied when she failed to catch a glimpse of the vampire.

If only she knew quite how dangerous it was to turn her back, the girl – Faith, Darla had learned – might have bit more careful upon exiting cemeteries without even a cursory examination of the grounds. Night after night this scenario was repeated, Darla easing out from behind the Medici crypt once she could no longer sense Faith in the vicinity – and then the pattern changed abruptly.

Suddenly she was only steps away from the brunette Slayer, hip jutted cockily to the side, fingers lazily tapping a stake against her thigh. “So,” the girl said, gaze traveling the length of Darla’s body with interest as the vampire attempted to prevent the surprise threatening to register on her face. “You got a special reason for being in the graveyard at night? Death wish or something?”

The smile curved Darla’s lips slowly – caught, she raised her hands to her shoulders in an imitation of surrender. “Or something,” she answered carefully, taking a predatory step forward. Faith’s grip tightened around her weapon, but Darla’s hands remained poised in a gesture of peace. “Oh, come on, certainly you don’t think you’re the only one who frequents such places in the dead of night.”

“Only one not crazy or dead,” Faith pointed out, dark eyes narrowing as her posture straightened. She moved forward – Darla stayed in place. “Means I’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of doin’ something I’m gonna regret, and I’ve gotta tell you – I’ve played worse odds.”

She lunged forward, but her proximity and Darla’s position took away Faith’s natural advantage; Darla’s hands gripped Faith shoulders and sent the Slayer careening toward the mausoleum. Faith hit the wall, hard – Darla moved quickly and pinned her flat against the stone and ivy.

“Don’t worry,” Darla whispered as she pressed her body into Faith’s, the heat between her thighs the only warmth her body was capable of generating – a heat only she could feel. “I’m not going to kill you.”

As if to prove her point she pressed her lips firmly to Faith’s, tongue pushing insistently into her mouth – there was a slight hesitation before the kiss was being returned, and the stake dropped, forgotten, into the grass. The now-free fingertips began to slide up Darla’s shirt – she laughed into Faith’s lips and felt her smiling in return.

Darla was more to the point, sliding her palm down Faith’s flat stomach and into the waistband of her leather pants, fingers mingling in damp hair before sliding home. Faith gasped briefly, eyes widening before narrowing again as she tore her lips away from Darla’s mouth.

“All I can say is you’d better have wicked stamina,” Faith breathed, ignoring the smirk that crossed the other girl’s features. “Cause you’re gonna be dealing with some serious fucking –" She gasped again, and Darla pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she murmured sweetly, fingers moving rapidly inside Faith. “I can certainly hold my own.”