Title: Lemon Twist
Author: Dolores Labouchere
E-mail: dolores_l@h...
Summary: Faith decides that sex with Riley isn't nearly enough to mess up Buffy's life.
Spoilers: This Year's Girl and Who are You?
Rating: NC-17 (f/f slash Buffy(Faith)/Willow)
Distribution: UCSL, BtVSslash, SapphicSlayer and Dolores' Domain, otherwise just ask.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they never have been and they probably never will be. I promise to put them back when I'm finished although they might be slightly soiled.
Notes: I'm feeling a little evil today, and this popped into my head. Fairly dark fic, I think. It follows canon up until Spike is taunted by Faith (in Buffy's body). After that. . . you'll see.  This is for Kath, because I promised her I'd write a Willow fic. I'm not entirely sure that this was what she was wanting, though. Sorry!

"This I not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." – Dorothy Parker

***

Spike stormed out of the Bronze, clutching his head, the pain just delivered by his chip equalled only by the dent to his ego the blonde bitch's taunting had given him.

He moved down the street in a rage muttering to himself, "I'm gonna rip off her arms and stick them," he turned a corner, "up her. . ." and walked straight into a girl walking in the other direction. She was thrown off her  feet into the gutter, and Spike was stunned by a second electric shock to his brain.

"Tara!"

Willow stooped to help her companion up, before looking at the blond vampire  in front of them. He was bent double, and staggering about, grunting in pain.

"Will you watch where you're walking?!" she demanded of him, to a torrent of British flavoured abuse from Spike. Then she offered her hand to Tara who took it with a smile, and with Willow's help hauled herself back onto her feet. Willow smiled back, and the two looked at each other for a moment before moving towards the Bronze, leaving Spike to grunt in pain on the   sidewalk.

"So have you been to the Bronze before?" Willow asked of Tara.

"N-never," Tara answered as they walked past the bouncer into the club. Willow smiled. "I can't believe you've never been here. The Bronze is the coolest place in Sunnydale. Of-of course, there's not a lot of competition. I think the vending machine at Bergen's came in second."

"Y-you used to come here a lot?"

"We lived here. Me, Xander. . ." Willow trailed off as, through the smoke and noise she spotted a familiar face – but what was Buffy doing in the Bronze? More to the point, why was she drinking beer with some jocks?

"Wow. I-I didn't think she'd be here. Come on, I want you to meet her." Willow motioned for Tara to follow her and the two witches threaded their way through the crowd to where Buffy was standing, seemingly trying to outdo the drinking capacity of the guys she was with.

"Hey, Buffy," Willow said, sunnily.

"Willow! And, uh. . ." Buffy trailed off, evidently worried that she didn't know Tara.

"Buffy, this is Tara."

Tara looked up and said quietly "Hi."

"So we've never met? Cool. Just. . . having a problem with names today."

"Tara's in my Wicca group," Willow offered by way of explanation.

"Uh-huh," Buffy replied, distantly.

"I-I need to clean myself up," Tara said, her clothes still dishevelled from the earlier tumble.

"OK," said Willow, and watched as the blonde girl shuffled to the bathroom.

Faith, through Buffy's eyes, watched Willow watching Tara and a smile spread across her lips. Oh-ho, so Will wasn't driving stick anymore. Interesting, if not altogether unsurprising.

"So, are you two hanging out a lot, then?" she asked of the smaller woman.

"Yeah, I really like her. She actually knows proper spells and stuff. It's pretty cool."

"And Oz? He isn't bothered you're. . ."

"How would he know? I still don't have anyplace to send a letter to."

"Really? Shame. So, what, it's you and Tara now?"

"Huh?   B-Buffy, I-I. . ."

Faith grinned, and an idea formed in her mind. She interrupted Willow's babbling, "Never mind. Uh, Will, could we meet in a couple hours? I need to talk to you."

"Sure," Willow replied, her brow furrowing in concern, "everything OK?"

"I'm not sure. See you back at the dorm?"

"Of course. Uh, Buffy, guy in the corner?" Willow suddenly indicated a couple on the dance floor; the girl slumped in the guy's arms. The guy was dragging his partner towards a door near the far end of the stage.

"I'm on it. Good call. See ya later - give my best to Tara, now."

The Slayer winked, then, grabbing a pool cue as she went, made for the door.  
 At this moment a neater Tara returned, and caught the expression on Willow's face.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm not sure."

***

Willow flipped through the pages of her Psychology textbook, although she wasn't really taking any of it in. She and Tara had left the Bronze shortly after Buffy had gone slaying. When they were walking home, Tara had mumbled  something about Buffy's energy being distorted, and although she was more interested in why Buffy thought she and Tara were together, that was   worrying her too.

Just then, the door opened, and Buffy came in, looking flustered and a little red.

"Hey, Buffy."

"Oh, Willow, it's so unfair," her friend replied, sounding distressed.

"What's wrong?" Willow asked, as Buffy sat next to her, seemingly trying not to cry.

"It's. . . it's. . . Riley," Faith sniffed, hoping she sounded whiney enough.

"What?" asked Willow, her face a picture of concern.

"He slept with Faith," Faith replied, adding a mock choking sound.

"Riley? A-and Faith? A-and Riley? How?"

"They just met on campus, b-before Faith went to my mom's house, and he just   says he found her so attractive, and he couldn't help himself. . ." Faith buried her head into Willow's shoulder, shaking with laughter. She wasn't even lying, which made it all the funnier.

"Oh, Buffy, no. . ." Willow said, sounding pained and stroking the blonde girl's back as she sobbed into the witch's jumper. "H-how'd you find out?"

"He told me. . . he said he felt so guilty," Faith said, lifting her head up. "I-I punched him out." She had, actually. But after she'd screwed, him, obviously. The look on his face as her fist connected. . .

"Well, much as I don't, y'know, usually advocate violence as away of sorting out problems, good for you." Willow was trying to sound defiant on Buffy's behalf. "But I can't believe he'd have sex with *Faith*."

Faith tried not to make her annoyance at that last comment show. "I know. I hate men so much, Will. They always treat me wrong. I-I wish I was like you, Willow."

"Huh?" Willow was getting confused.

"Well, you've done the whole dyke thing with Tara. See, a woman won't let you down, not like those bastards. You have *so* got the right idea."

"B-Buffy, T-Tara and I aren't, uh, s-s-seeing each other," Willow stammered, feeling the hot blush on her neck.

"You're not?" said Faith, innocently.

"N-no, I. . ."

"But you are. . . attracted to women, right?"

"I-I don't know. Maybe. But I. . ."

"See, I always have been, but. . . I was too ashamed to admit it," Faith paused, trying to work out what to say next. "I tried to ignore my feelings, but. . ."

"But what?"

"It was Faith, actually. When we were. . . friends, I felt so attracted to her. I mean, you can't blame Riley, can you? She just had this. . . magnetism. But I was with Angel, and it could never be."

Willow was staring in shock at this confession. "Faith?!"

"Didn't you notice her too?" Faith gave Willow a puppy-dog look.

"W-well, I was w-with Oz, a-and well, maybe."

"So you noticed. I tried not to think about it, and tried to believe I could be with a man. I mean, look at Riley. He's so girly. A big chest, smooth skin and long hair. I mean, denial or what?"

"Buffy, you're just in shock, you don't know what you're saying."

"But Will, I do. It just took Riley's cheating for me to face up to what I really am, a. . ." /a stuck up, whiney. . ./ "lesbian."

Willow squeaked and stared at Buffy. "W-wow."

Faith couldn't remember when she'd had so much fun. "And, Willow, I think I'm in love with you."

"What? Me? B-but you can't mean that, you can't."

"I can. I love *you* Willow, I always have." Faith was so glad that the Mayor had had a liking for those cheap pulp fiction romance books. Every Barbara Cartland cliché was finding a use here.

"Buffy, you're my best friend. . ."

"And don't you want more than that? Will, I know you have feelings for me."

"I-I don't know, I'm not even sure I-I'm th-that way." Panic was etched on Willow's every feature.

"Look, please Willow, I need you."

"I don't know if I love you Buffy. Well, I know I do as a friend, but. . . there's Tara."

"Are you seeing her?"

"Well, no, not really."

"Then what are you worrying about her for? Think of yourself Willow."

"I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Just kiss me. If after that you still don't want to face your feelings I'll understand."

"Buffy, I'm scared." Willow's voice underlined her words with a quaver.

"I know. But you can trust me."

Willow looked into Buffy's eyes with fear and wonder, and Faith closed the distance, pushing her soft lips against those of Willow, tasting milkshake and lipstick. She slid her hand round the redhead's waist, pulling her a little closer, opening her mouth just a little. Didn't want to scare the horses here.

Then, Faith gently drew back to regard Willow. The other woman's eyes were still closed and her breathing rapid. Faith ran her tongue along her top lip and smiled. She was good. She bent forward and kissed Willow again, and this time the kiss was more energetic, Willow more of an active participant. The witch's hands played with the soft golden hair that splayed down Buffy's back, and Faith moaned softly into the kiss as a reward.

The kiss seemed to last forever in Willow's mind, an expression of a repressed emotion she hadn't known she had. Buffy tasted pepperminty and smelled faintly of shampoo. She was soft, so soft – not like the sandpapery texture of Oz's face. And, take a second to acknowledge this: she was kissing *Buffy*, her best friend for three and a half years. Wow.

And, wow, Buffy's hand was sliding up from the hem of her top up her back and stroking the skin there. Wow.

Now the top was being pulled up. Wow again.

With one graceful movement Faith peeled Willow's colourful jumper up, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over Willow's head and off. The other woman was wearing a white lacey bra – big surprise – through which the outline of two soft pink nipples were quite evident. She pulled off her own top. Damn it, she forgotten to put her bra back on after fucking Riley. She quickly pushed back onto Willow, smothering the squeal of surprise at her lack of underwear with a kiss.

She rubbed her body against Willow's, enjoying the feeling of the bra against her own nubs. This was the weird thing about being in someone else's body.   The things that lovers could do to drive her crazy were all different – like B had wicked sensitive nipples, compared to her original body. Just one of those adjustments, she supposed. She would have fun making them, anyway.

She returned her attention to the Wicca writhing next to her, moving slim fingers to the clasp on Willow's bra, and deftly unhooked the clip. The lacey number fell onto their laps, and she knocked it to the floor.

"Buffy," Willow gasped as she felt a hand massage one of her breasts, slow and sensual.

Faith dipped her head to nuzzle Willow's breastbone at the same time, and the witch evidently liked it, by the way she grunted.   Next stage, then. She moved her hand down to the pants Willow was wearing and began to undo the buttons. Willow stiffened a little, so she whispered, "I want you so much," and this seemed to make the redhead relax a bit more.

The pants were soon slipped off the curvy hips and Will was lying on her bed   in nothing but her panties and a shocked expression. Faith got to her feet and disposed of her own pants, again enjoying the look on Red's face when the witch realised Faith had gone commando there too.

She dived back on the bed and kissed a moist trail down between Willow's mounds to her panties, peeling them off slow and with lots of kisses as the flesh was exposed. Soon a patch of red-brown curls was on display, and Faith dived into the already damp groove that split the patch in two. Willow seemed to be in raptures. Huh. Faith would have thought Oz would have been good at the old beaver-washing. Or maybe she's just better. Whatever.

If the kiss had gone on for ever, *this* redefined eternity. The tingle that Willow felt all over her body was something else. She began to buck into the tongue, and evidently sensing she was near climax, Buffy slowly stopped and worked her way back up to Willow's face, Buffy's lips covered in Willow's secretions.

She felt Buffy's hand continue the work the tongue had started and realised she had better return the favour. She dipped her hand down to Buffy's sex and began to rub the tender nubbin there as best she could, her mouth clamped around Buffy's as their tongues explored and tangled and licked.

They moaned and groaned and sweated for another age, then Willow felt the rush of orgasm build within her and she came, silently except for the faint hiss of Buffy's name. In return she felt Buffy begin to thrust as she reached her own peak.

Thank God for that, Faith thought as Willow finally came. She could finish this now. Now, should she go for the noisy fake orgasm or the breathy one? Yeah, noisy.

"Oh God, oh Willow, oh God, yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, with any luck disturbing the neighbours. Then she subsided, and felt Will snuggle into her, soft lips on her neck. Now, how to end this. Hmm.

There was a knock on the door.

Willow tensed in the bed – whoever this was, it wasn't good.

Pure joy surged in Faith's chest   - this was just too perfect. "Come in," she said, trying not to cackle.

"Buffy!" cried Willow, rushing to pull the covers over her naked form. The door opened, and a timorous woman shuffled in.

Without looking up she stuttered, "H-hi," then raised her gaze to where Willow and 'Buffy' lay in the bed together, naked apart from the sheet Willow had wrapped around her. The woman's expression crumbled and tears welled in her eyes.

Long fingers moved up to Faith's lips. She grinned, and in a sing-song voice said, "Hi there, Tara," before languorously starting to lick Willow's juices from her fingers.

A sob rose like a mushroom cloud in Tara's body, forced out with a moan that dislodged the water under her eyes and sent it cascading down her cheeks. With a last look of betrayal directed at Willow, the blonde turned and fled, leaving the door open.

"Tara!" Willow shouted after her, clambering out of the bed over Faith. She turned to where Faith still reclined on the covers, whispering, "What have I done?" before grabbing a robe from the wash basket and pulling it around her. She made to leave, but was stopped by Buffy's voice.

"Willow?" Faith said in as serious a tone as she could muster, "I just wanted you to know: that was really unfulfilling. I can't believe I thought I loved you. And, worse – it was wrong."

Emotions tumbled across Willow's face like colours in a kaleidoscope. Then tearing her eyes from Faith's, Willow ran out of the room after the other witch.

Faith watched her go, lips shiny and spread in a satisfied Cheshire-smile. Had she twisted the emotional knife in Buffy's guts enough? Or should she pay Angel a visit?

Hmm.

Where would Buffy keep Mr. Pointy?

***