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In the Sauna
By SilverTurtle


"Hey, Queen C."

The words startled Cordelia. No one else should be in her family's sauna, certainly not at this time of night. She lifted the sleep mask from her eyes and sought out the intruder.

"Ugh," she scoffed, "Faith. What are you doing here?"

"Aw, don't be that way Cordy," Faith grinned and sauntered towards Cordelia. Her hips swayed in a mesmerizing fashion, hypnotizing the school's queen bee for a moment too long.

Faith straddled the cheerleader, trapping her beneath her weight, "You know you're happy to see me."

"You aren't supposed to be here," Cordelia hissed, knowing she was enjoying the dark haired slayer's proximity more than she should, "If my parents see you-"

"Relax, C," Faith smirked down at her, "I'll hear them comin' and be gone long before they see me. Besides, I checked your garage first. They're out for the night."

Cordelia kind of hated that Faith had thought ahead. This affair was supposed to be all about passion and spontaneity, without the threat of getting caught hovering over her head it lost some of the thrill…not enough for her to stop what was going to happen, because Faith is Faith and hotter than any other girl (save Cordelia herself) in this town, but still.

"You aren't supposed to check," Cordelia pouted.

Faith just smiled, "Please. You're relieved. Now you can be as loud as you like, C. And that's a good thing, because I plan to make you scream."

Cordelia didn't have time to process that statement, or Faith's wicked grin, before Faith's mouth had claimed her own in a searing lip-lock.

It took mere moments and a flick of the wrist for her to be divested of the towel she had worn to enjoy the sauna in.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for Faith to push Cordelia into a writhing, keening, mass of pent up sexual energy. Her fingers and lips and tongue and voice all working together to drive Cordelia to the edge of madness and keep her teetering there with teasing touches until mercifully delivering the final powerful thrusts that sent her crashing and screaming head first into her orgasm.

When Cordelia recovered enough to open her eyes again Faith was smirking down at her, that same grin that had started this whole thing in the first place, "Told you I'd make you scream."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she said. Then she flipped Faith over and began tugging at those damnably tight leather pants, "We'll see who's screaming when this is over."

The End

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