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Closed Doors

Title: Closed Doors
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Faith/Dawn
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: beattheblackdog 101: Apology
Warning(s): Slight AU (Basically conveniently forgets about Sunnydale exploding)
Word Count: 1,060
Date Written: 5 March 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.

She opened the door and, after a full week of battling Demons, Vampires, and other monsters, walked into what almost felt like an entirely different world. Here she wasn’t any magical Key meant to open doorways. She wasn’t the baby sister of the Slayer. She wasn’t on the menu. Here she was just another young woman who for years had been taunted and teased by her peers.

Everyone was looking right at her. Dawn gulped uneasily and slid closer to her girlfriend’s side. Maybe coming out wasn’t such a good idea after all. Maybe they should have just stayed home, where it was, safe where there wasn’t anyone to judge them unfairly, where --

Dawn stopped and looked again. Her brown eyes widened. She glanced at the people with whom she had gone to school and then again back to her girlfriend and broke out into a wide, happy grin.

“What?” Faith asked.

“They’re all looking at you,” Dawn whispered.

The dark Slayer shrugged. “You didn’t know I had that impact on people?”

Dawn shrugged. “Didn’t think it through, I guess,” she admitted. Her grin widened as she stepped closer to Faith. “But I kinda like it.”

“You do, huh?” Faith smirked at her.

“Yeah, I do.” Dawn closed the distance between them. “And they need to know you’re coming home with me.” She unhooked her thumbs from the back pockets of her faux leather pants, which had been a present from Willow of all people for her eighteenth birthday and remained her best and favorite set. She leaned in closer and ran her tongue across Faith’s smirking lips. She smirked herself at the way the older woman jumped slightly, not from disappoint but from surprise only. She wasn’t used to her acting so boldly ou in the open, but Dawn saw even more than the rest of the world saw in Faith and wanted them all to know she was hers.

She stepped closer still, sliding her body against Faith’s until there was nothing but their tight clothes left between their bodies. Her breasts pushed up against Faith’s as her mouth claimed hers. Her tongue swept into her mouth, and she kept pushing and pushing until she heard Faith begin to moan. As Faith moaned, her mouth opened wider, and Dawn’s tongue swept even further inside. She was hungry for her lover, and she let every bit of that raw hunger show in their kiss.

She reached around her, encircled her waist with her arms, and slid her hands down into the back pockets of her black leather pants. She squeezed her rear through her pants. Faith responded by grinding her hips against Dawn’s. “Somebody taught you to be a bad, bad girl, Dawnie,” Faith murmured through their kiss.

Dawn smirked again. “You know damn well who that was,” she answered boldly, loving the way doing all of this with Faith always made her feel. She wasn’t just the Slayer’s little sister. She wasn’t a mere Key. She was flesh and blood, love and passion, and everything she felt was generated toward and by this hot, beautiful woman in her arms.

Faith raised her lips from Dawn’s, intending to give the younger woman some room to breathe. “Maybe we shouldn’t have gone out. Maybe we should just go home so I can punish you.”

Dawn moved from Faith’s mouth to her neck and suckled her there before the entire, growing crowd. Some of their audience was shouting, but she didn’t care. It just spurred her on more. “Maybe,” she gasped through nibbling Faith’s neck, “you should punish me here.”

“You want an audience?” Faith grinned as she grew her head back. “Kinky!”


Dawn blanched, and if she wasn’t mistaken, and she’d doubt later that she had been, Faith suddenly looked a little paler in the flashing strobe lights too. She spun around from her lover to face her sister and realized they did indeed have a crowd. It seemed that almost everybody with whom she had attended Sunnydale High, at least of those who still lived, were gathered around her and her girlfriend, watching their display. Dawn knew too that everyone of them was watching Faith, wanting her for their own, and wondering how on Earth little Dawnie had ever gotten so lucky to claim her for her own.

She reached behind and grasped Faith’s hand even in front of her sister. Her eyes met Buffy’s, and as the strobe lights flashed again, she told her defiantly, “I’m not apologizing.”

Buffy glared at her. “I’m not letting you act like a whore either! You and Faith wanna do each other? Fine, but take it behind closed doors!”

“D,” Faith whispered behind Dawn, tugging on her hand, “maybe we shouldn’t argue.” She’d always thought she’d have to fight Buffy to be with Dawn when her lover’s big sister finally caught on to them. It wasn’t something she really wanted to do again. She was good now, and she didn’t want to ruin everything she had built for herself, a good deal of which had come with Buffy’s help and support.

Dawn flashed a big, bright smile. “They’ve seen enough anyway,” she said, speaking of their audience and finally facing her old peers with complete confidence. “What follows is for us only.” Tightening her hold on Faith’s hand, she dashed back through the Bronze’s doors, taking her girlfriend with her. She knew Buffy not wanting to fight their being together was a definite win, and she wasn’t about to look a gift Slayer in the mouth -- unless, of course, it was her Faith.

Willow and Xander came up to stand beside Buffy. Xander shook his head. “My, how they’ve grown!”

“Xander!” Willow protested.

“I really wish you hadn’t bought her those pants,” Buffy grumbled, turning around from the direction in which Faith and Dawn had raced.

“They look good on her!”

“Too good,” Xander muttered.

“Xander!” Buffy and Willow exclaimed together.

“Come on. Let’s find that Vampire. I need something to stake.” Buffy stalked off through the dispersing crowd muttering, “And maybe something strong to drink afterward.” Her sister had grown, but she would always be her baby sister. If Faith broke her heart, she’d break her, but right now she was making Dawnie happy. That was all that mattered really -- as long as they kept it behind closed doors.

The End

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