Looking Right At Me
Written by Angeljade
She often looks right at you when she's dancing, skirt riding up and sweat glistening on those perfectly formed breasts she likes to show with her revealing tops. You wonder if maybe she's hoping you're looking right back, which of course, you always are.
Some girls are easy to bed. You know. You've both been there and done that. But Cordelia moves in mysterious ways and you're sure a little suggestive talking and a drink won't make it happen this time. She's a hard girl to figure out, which is odd because until now you've always believed you were a great mind reader. You know people, you know types. Or you thought you did. Because here's a rich bitch, high school cheerleader, loud mouth ex-girlfriend of Xander Harris.
And that was supposed to be it. But you can see other shades of Cordelia, right under the one she shows everybody else. You can't help but want a taste. You always were a sucker for the good girls gone bad.
She's attractive, but not your type. You usually prefer the frail looking blondes, the ones you can feel superior too. Stronger somehow. Which also makes little sense. You're the slayer now. And you don't need some little blonde to make you feel better. You can have anyone and anything. It's your birthright.
You almost believe yourself.
When the music changes, you shift from your position at the bar, brushing past everybody with deliberate sexual grace. You look good when you move, that you're sure of. And Cordelia watches. And you watch her back. Because she doesn't stop dancing and you love watching that body move. Her legs alone are enough to make you wanna take her out back and fuck her til she can't breathe.
The girl was born to be a cheerleader. Toned body and flashy smile. She's the kind of girl men pin on their walls. You're happy just to pin them on your bed. Where ever that happens to be at the time.
As you finally push past the last loser, you get as close as you can before locking your eyes on hers. She doesn't smile, but there's a cocky expression on her face that you've used many times before. The 'I'm gonna get you in bed whether you like it or not' look is a favorite of yours. You'd be using it now if she wasn't making you so hot you have the greatest of urges to strip off right there.
She cocks her head slightly and tries to dance with you. No hands, no actual touching…yet. But close. So close you can feel her movements. Or maybe you just think you can. Because you *are* watching pretty closely. You realize you're staring and try to relax, letting the music wash over you until your body is moving of it's own accord. Dancing, moving closer until your legs meet. The dancing gets dirtier, just the way you like it. And the competition begins.
You both want the title. You both wanna fuck each other. You're both playing the same game. And you plan to win it.
Her hand slips round your waist, pulling you closer and now you're moving together, lips so close you can feel her heated breath.
“Faith…” She whispers. No meaning, but you understand. It's so sexual, every single movement you make. You've both given up the fight and now she wants to skip to the good part. You're happy to oblige and you take her hand.
No words, because you don't want to say the wrong ones.
The crowd part for you, because to them, you and her are the single sexiest things they've ever seen. And while you'd both usually enjoy the attention, there are more important things at hand.
The door opens for you, a nameless doorman with his eyes glued to your chest grinning as you pass him by.
You slip away, into the shadows where you know you could be caught any minute, but you really don't care.
She lets you push her up against the wall, her smile never faltering. You didn't expect her to let this happen. Dirty walls, alley sex…you'd never have thought it of Cordelia.
She knows what you're thinking and tilts your head up towards hers. She doesn't kiss like the others. She's rough and smooth and everything in between. She feels like every girl you've ever kissed and more. You have to wonder who exactly in is control here.
Your hand slides up her top while she's busy with your lips. She groans into the kiss as your hand skims her bare breasts, teasing the nipples that are now hard with excitement. You circle them playfully, watching as she breaks away and closes her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. She's so ready for you, you can almost smell it.
Your other hand begins to dip down to her crotch, rubbing over the tight skirt she has on. She grabs your hand and pulls her skirt up slightly, obviously too far gone for your games. You kiss her again as your hand enters her panties, moving against her until she gasps. Your cold finger's against her clit, pressing softly as you move your hand a little deeper.
Her body begins to jerk with every movement of your hand, as if she's actually fucking someone. The hand on her breast begins to play harder, pulling and twisting the nipple, inducing an agonized cry of pleasure.
You insert a finger inside her, letting your thumb remain on her clit, bringing her the added pleasure sensation. She tenses her lower body, the walls clasping at your finger as you fuck her with it. She wants more, needs it…and now you're the one in control. And you *like* it that way.
Your body moves a little closer, pressing against her. She brings her hands up to her top and she removes it, exposing those perfect breasts. One hand moves up to your head and guides you down to them. You obediently take a nipple in your mouth; licking, sucking and biting until she finally whispers your name. Everything seems like slow motion, extended pleasure drawn out so that every second of it can be remembered. And you know you'll remember this.
As you look up at her, the smile is gone, there's a look of need on her face. Desperate need. And you want nothing more than to give her what she needs, because lets face it, you need it too.
“Taste me.” She whispers. “Please, Faith…”
You smile wickedly and remove your hand from her panties. With a swift movement, you tear them away and she gasps as the cold air hits. You push her skirt a little higher and get on your knees. Her legs part for you as you move in, breathing in the scent of sex before extending your tongue out.
She tries to grab onto something as your tongue reaches her clit. She's losing control fast and you're the one doing it to her.
You slide your tongue across her pussy, tasting her and licking her dry, before pressing her clit between your lips. You tease it mercilessly, feeling her body beginning to tighten. You feel her spasm around you and moans of pleasure reach your ears. You move away and smile up at her, watching as she recovers, breathing hard.
You stand up, giving her one last look before turning away. Cordelia is full of surprises, but you know what happens next. And you don't want to be the one who she walks away from. That's your job.
“Faith…” She calls out.
You stop. You can't resist looking back.
“Stay at mine tonight.” She asks.
You give her a cocky smile. “One night.”
She nods. It's all she wants. All you want. You wait for her to dress and catch up, before following her home. You can feel yourself getting hot as her arm goes round your waist, resting partially on your ass.
It's going to be a long night. And you're gonna be riding that pretty face of hers in no time.
The End