Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike 30in30: Day 25: Anything Goes, Undress
Word Count: 465
Date Written: 28 May 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Anything goes?" Dawn asks softly, carefully watching Faith's big, dark eyes.
Faith gazes steadily at her, wondering why she's asking. "You won the game," she points out, pressing her fingers against the cards laying face up before her. "You beat me fair and square, kid. So what do ya want? You wanna go steal something? You wanna slip and do something else? You wanna ask me something, anything, learn one of my big, bad secrets?"
Biting her bottom lip, Dawn nods slowly.
"Okay." Faith straightens, squaring her shoulders and wondering what on Earth Buffy's kid sister could possibly want to ask her. "Shoot. But I hear you repeat whatever my answer is to anybody, and I'll cut your tongue out."
Dawn grins. "Oh, you might want to do something else with my tongue, if I'm lucky."
Faith frowns. "What the Hell are you talking about?"
Dawn sighs. She stands suddenly and backs away from the table. "I've never been really good at the talking part -- "
"Well, just ask me whatever it is." Whatever question the kid has for her, Faith doesn't really mind answering -- not her. Despite her best efforts to stay away from her, she likes the kid. She's one of the few people who doesn't mind telling her big sister the way it is.
Dawn steps further away from the table.
"Dawn, I'm not gonna hit you or nothing -- "
"I hope you do something," Dawn returns, making Faith wonder even more. "But anything goes, right?" she asks again. "I get anything I want."
Faith nods. "Yup. That was our deal."
Before Faith's widening, brown eyes, in a swift, fluid set of motions, Dawn undresses, peeling out of her long-sleeved, purple shirt, pushing down her big sister's leather pants, and stepping out of both. Faith's mouth literally falls open. Dawn watches her for a reaction, but when Faith remains both silent and motionless, she almost pleads, "Well, do something. Say something."
Slowly, Faith stands. "I'm with you," she says, though almost uncertainly. "I've always preferred to let my actions talk for me." She walks across the floor, curls her fingers around the back of Dawn's head, threading through her soft, brown hair as she does so. She tilts her head back and begins to approach her mouth. "Her sister's gonna kill me," she mutters, but she doesn't let that thought stop her from kissing Dawn or reaching out with her other hand to claim what's being offered to her. She's fought Buffy for much less over the years, after all. Never has the prize been as grand, as juicy, or as beautiful as the nubile virgin before her. Those are the last words said between them before Faith quickly makes Dawn start gasping and screaming underneath her skilled lips, tongue, and hands.