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12 April 2009 @ 05:11 pm
Fic: The Do That Girl (draft)  
Nothing terribly important to report, except that the desire to write fic has been a little stronger the last two weeks. only_passenger and I have been throwing some ideas back and forth, which motivated me to take a peek at my WIP folder this afternoon and see what's knocking around in there. Three fics stood out to me as particularly well-written. The common thread? They all feature Faith. What's in the running? Post-NFA Faith/Angel/Spike, S3 ep-stealer Faith/Giles, and a pre-series Faith/Other.

Although not currently complete, I wanted to post the Faith/Other because the writing is pretty top notch. For those who like Faith, you might get some insight into her character, but you'll primarily get some really hot teenage sex, and who doesn't like that? I'm not sure what the point of this flashback is yet, but maybe your comments will steer me in a direction so I can wrap this up. 


Title: The Do That Girl

Author: ClawofCat

Timing: BtVS S2

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Faith/OC

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations, including rimming, anal, underage sex and drinking, and references to rape and physical abuse

Words: 2000 (for now)

Summary: In the midst of her disastrous home life, Faith finds freedom in her late night rendezvous with long time friend and sexual partner, Danny. When they reach a crossroads in their physical relationship, Faith has to make a choice. 


A/N: For only_passenger. Okay, so, the premise of the fic sort of got away from me. I was going for that girl who does that thing and got instead that girl who doesn’t want to do that thing, but does when she finds the right person. Go figure.


Although it’s not explicitly stated, I intended this fic to take place shortly before Faith is called, which would be compliant with BtvS S2. She’s in high school, while Danny is a few years older, probably a drop out. This is, of course, only one possible back story for Faith’s home life, but one that I felt served the needs of this story. I also drew some inspiration from the Barenaked Ladies song “In the Car,” which you can listen to HERE.  




Beers and smokes, that’s always how this starts. On the nights when her mom’s useless, unable to make it to her feet either from drinking or a beating, Faith skips out of the house and waits on the front stoop for Danny. Like clockwork, come 10 PM, he rolls down the street in his ’92 Ford Taurus, windows down to let 2Pac and Biggy do the talking. He’s always got a six pack thrown in the back seat, lighter and smokes on the dashboard on the passenger side. The disarming grin he gives her when she crawls in and forgoes the seatbelt always works up a smile in return. He gets it and that’s all there is to it, which makes it all the sweeter when he guns the engine and takes off into the woods, tires screeching, Faith whooping cheers of freedom. 


Just as the empty bottles start clattering under the front seats, they reach for each other, hands cupping necks and palms thrust into jeans. They never undress, never get much past pushed aside panties and pulled down boxers because that’s the sort of girl she is and he respects that. He doesn’t question her about the hickies on the opposite side of her neck, or how she flinches when he bum rushes her cunt and can see that it’s still a little raw.


“Is there anything you haven’t done?” he finally asks one night, his hands up her skirt, tweaking her clit, his knuckles rolling across her entrance.


There’s a lot that they don’t do. They don’t fuck, for one. She’s got other guys for that, but not Danny. Maybe it’s because they’ve known each other so long and he can remember what she was like before things got meaningless and were done just to pass the time. Maybe she’s not into him like that. But, more likely, maybe she just cares too much, walling the indifferent physicality up for others who won’t feel the sting of her distance.


“Now that’s a question,” she laughs, tugging him close by his ballsac, her hand firmly pressed to his cock. He smiles, watching her rub the underside, her hand inching up the winding road that his happy trail paves to his naval. She’s sweet when she wants to be, but he pretends that she’s just sweet for him. He’d never tell her that though – it’d only garner a punch and an eye roll – so he pushes two fingers into her instead and kisses her breasts, jutting from beneath her hiked up underwire.


“I’m serious, Lehane,” he whispers against her temple, jogging her up and down against his hand, pushing her back to sit on the hood of his car with spread legs resting on the bumper. “Is there any bit of you that’s as pure as the yellow driven snow?” 


She snorts. “What do you think, Dan? Type a girl that I am, what wouldn’t I give up?” He slows his working hand, stares at her thoughtfully. It’s an obvious answer, but that’s not the game they’re playing tonight. Her heart isn’t in the cards, and he’s not reaching for it. He assesses the package carefully though, ruefully smiling at her ridiculously smug grin because she knows she’s all that and wants him to know it, too.


“I’ll give you a hint,” she offers, standing on tip-toe against his side. “It starts with ass and ends in hole.” She raises her eyebrows when he looks at her with surprise.


“Yeah? I’d think that’ve been the first thing to go.” His hands meet around her waist and slide to her cheeks, kneading them, fingers skating across the crack. “Savin’ it up for someone special?” he hums, his cock pressed to her wet cleft, rocking against her thighs. He frowns when she steps away and out of his grasp.


She doesn’t tell him about finding mom slumped in the shower, watery ribbons of blood whirling down the drawn, rectum torn to hell because some trick thought that he could take what wasn’t being offered. She sat in the hospital that night, her mom sedated as they tried to assess the internal damage and repair what they could.


“Some things you gotta keep for yourself,” she says, at last, arms crossed across her drawn up knees. “You ever hear how guys talk about busting anal cherry? Like they’re ready to storm Normandy or take down the fucking Vietcong.”


He quickly taps a cigarette out of the pack crushed in his back pocket, lights up and inhales. “You think I’d go Rambo on you?” He presses forward, hands resting flat on the hood, leaning across her body, his lips just shy of hers. “Fuckwads like the tools you chill with don’t know their own ass from a hole in the ground. But you, Lehane? You’re tough. Couldn’t see anyone tearing you a new one before they found themselves dickless or in a headlock.”


Her teeth show and she lets strands of long, dark hair fall in front of her eyes, bashful at his praise. “Gimme that thing,” she prods, snatching the glowing smoke from his loose fingers. Insults she can take, but compliments can get dicey. She thinks of what to say next as she takes a drag and he roots around in his pocket.


“Was thinking of skipping school tomorrow morning if you want to go to the skate park. Deb and I are going to me – ”


But he doesn’t let her finish, words lost in the force of his kiss when his tongue surfs inside, minty Tic-Tacs sweetening his breath in the crisp autumn air.




“Fuck!” Danny groans, skull mashed to the glass of the driver’s side window, legs akimbo on the seat opposite him. The straps of Faith’s schoolbag twine around his ankle as he kicks out, her mouth pressed flush against his pubic bone, jaw stretched wide to deep-throat him. Her eyes swim a little when she looks up, more than a buzz fogging her vision. When she takes another pull off him, like sipping from a beer bottle, he tugs her up, the word turn on his lips like an urgent driving instructor veering her away from oncoming traffic.  


She loses her balance when she’s pulled over the console, her knee jammed against the parking break, one hand on the floor of the backseat. “What the fuck?” she protests, hefted back so that her face is full of his cock again, with his mouth now lathering her inner thighs with sloppy kisses. His teeth encounter bruises the size of fingertips at the juncture of her ass, faded and green, days old. He slaps his palm against her, a slight blush of color rising to her skin, along with the damp evidence of her interest against his chest.


Her jeans capture her knees, panties a taught stretch of fabric like a safety net beneath her snatch. He tugs her sneakers off, lets her ankles climb to his shoulders in the tight confines of the car and presses his palm to her slippery entrance, rolling the clear fluid between his fingers and watching the glistening webs tremble between his harsh pants and hers.


It’s been several weeks since they’ve had their usual backseat bump and grind. Nothing like a stint in juvey to make the heart grow fonder. But despite the time warp and the usual horndog antics, Danny’s in rare form, demanding more and steering her in a direction she’d already said was off limits. Her muscles stiffen defensively, a pull in Faith’s belly causing her to round her fist, ready to fight.


“Did I say we were going to do this?” she calls, mouth to his cock, her chin squeezing the head tamped down on his belly. Her nails press a warning into his balls, tightening her hold on him.


“Do what?” he counters, three fingers suddenly filling her, twisting back and forth, calling her bluff. When his tongue flattens against her asshole, bold and insistent, she blinks rapidly, neck craning back, lips parted. A sound like sighing gurgles up in her, and he brings her hips back, the soft flesh of her cheeks brushing his face, buffed by the scratch of his stubble. She loosens her grip and holds still, feeling the whir of sensation ratchet up and down her body, not completely foreign, but different enough that it has her attention.


When her climax darts through her, it dodges left then right, ass and pussy shaken into a synchronized shiver. She can hear Danny mouthing her through it, making this into something that will only complicate things. Still, she relaxes when a thumb arches against her hole, ringing the tight muscle, probing with a soft press that has her moaning. When his finger breeches her, swallowed in a reflexive gulp, she gasps, rocks down, thrusts back, his cock forgotten despite its errant nudge at her neck as he mindlessly thrusts the air. 


He works both holes, watching the disappearance and return of his fingers, the soft sucking sounds that pepper the air of the car overlaid by the radio and Tragic Kingdom. When she keens again, heaving against him, her hand plucking at her clit, he squeezes her ribcage urgently. “Need to come,” he pleads. “I won’t steer you wrong. You can do the driving.” She turns, eyes fixed when he gasps, his hand pressed to her belly. “Let me, Faith. Please,” he whispers, softly, a tone reserved for a girl beyond simple affection.  


She’s been asked for things before, all sorts of favors by guys who had nothing to loose except the snug fit of her cunt, a tit to fondle. Looking back over her shoulder, Danny’s face obscured by the lean curve of her hip, she wonders why he’s never asked anything of her before now, why he wants this specifically.


Pulling herself up and off him, she makes the one-eighty, leans back down so that her chest brushes his. “Why are you pulling this shit with me?” she whispers, one wrist behind his arched neck, bolstering it up against the glass. “I heard, you know. Never thought you’d look good with a crew cut and fatigues anyway.”


He closes his eyes, brow creased. He knows what she thinks, that this is just another thing that men do, that leaving’s in the criteria, that it has something to do with her when it’s everything but.


“I gotta get out of here,” he breathes, his hand framing her face, the other cupping her spread thigh. “Would have told you myself, but…” he shrugs, thinking of her biding time with all the other kids, waiting out the detention sentence with listless apathy. “There’s gotta be more meant for us than this. Some way to make a difference. This,” he swallows, licks his lips, “this is the best way for me.”


His fingers wind themselves tightly at her scalp, tugging her close, stifling the tremble of her lips when he sees the filmy sheen prick her eyes. He pretends he doesn’t notice, saves her the embarrassment of admitting weakness, of caring. When she rocks backward, ass pressed to his groin, he groans, a cry caught up in his throat, sending his wordless thanks into her hipbones, holding her steady.


Her lips stay with his, soft and smelling of the hops from their beer, when she lines him up and keeps him there, head pressed to skin. She’s still stretched and wet and spongy, yielding to his touch. He runs circles around the muscle, a loop de loop that has her caving and tugging on his shirt, pulling him up at the neck. The long slide down is taken an inch at a time, his fingers there to chaperone her slow decent. He feels caught up in her, a pylon flanked by an immense superstructure. She’s always been larger than life, brimming over with moxie and sass, so he savors her airy gasp when he rides up, pressing into her, his mouth lax, miming syllables of pleasure.




louise39: y Faithlouise39 on April 13th, 2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
I can appreciate the erotic elements in this story but I feel such a overwhelming sense of sadness.
Maybe it’s because they’ve known each other so long and he can remember what she was like before things got meaningless and were done just to pass the time.

Pity for the young Danny. “I gotta get out of here”.
Sorrow for the young Faith who doesn't or can't relate to Danny except for the playground sex that they allow each other. And the final gift before he leaves.

ClawofCat: coc faithclawofcat on April 14th, 2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
It is sad, for sure. They're two stuck kids with few resources or options available to them. Danny signs up for army service and Faith is given little choice in the matter when she becomes a Slayer. But, they find a bit of comfort where they can, as young as they are. It was fun thinking about what Faith's background may have been, what sad forces shaped her to be the edgy, guarded girl she is.

Sorrow for the young Faith who doesn't or can't relate to Danny except for the playground sex that they allow each other.
I think the point is that Faith does care, but she's so guarded that it's not easy for her to let anyone in. She relies on herself, can't rely on anyone to stay. I think it's one of those parallels between Faith and Buffy that make them alike. They are their own islands, except that Buffy has people to bring her out of herself and Faith doesn't.

I like what I have here, but didn't know what direction to go in. Does Danny live or die? Does he come back to her when she's with her first Watcher? Is this a flashback a memory of Faith's that comes up because something reminds her of him? Dunno! Lots of different places to take this, but I guess I'll need to think of it some more.
louise39: y Faithlouise39 on April 14th, 2009 06:03 pm (UTC)

Nice to see you writing and posting again.

eowyn_315eowyn_315 on April 13th, 2009 10:40 pm (UTC)
So does this mean you are back to writing fic again, or just cleaning out the (mostly) completed stuff?
ClawofCat: Buffy break freeclawofcat on April 14th, 2009 03:31 pm (UTC)
Just cleaning out the mostly completed stuff. I've been trying to get more into a fic mindset, but there's still little time to actively work on anything. I haven't been reading, either. Sonya and I have been talking about lynnevitational and I was just pondering what I would contribute if I end up writing. That's sort of where this post came from. Finishing up my Faith/Giles would be nice (as I have quite a bit written of it), or trying to work fresh on that far future Spike/Dawn thing. Of course, this is all just fantasy. Ideas, but not much else.

I saw you got a few awards at Spark and Burn. Many congrats. I'll probably make a wee award post later on. Very pleased to see that Acts of Contrition and Window Dressing got awards, since I love them so.
eowyn_315: Gunn with a guneowyn_315 on April 14th, 2009 04:27 pm (UTC)
Congrats to you, too! Just the one at S&B for me.

I started thinking about my mostly completed stuff again recently. I had three or four in Dec/Jan that I never quite finished, and I pulled one of them out the other day. Wouldn't mind having you take a look at it if you have time.
ClawofCat: wtfclawofcat on April 14th, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Sure, I can take a look. Best time for me is the weekends, though. Between gym and friend outings during the week, I usually go home to shower/eat/sleep and not much else.

Based on the response to this post, it looks like a) everyone has forgotten me or b) no one cares to read about Faith/Other. Hm. Well, I like it, damnit! If I could just figure out what to do with what I have, though. Blah.
eowyn_315: angstpireeowyn_315 on April 14th, 2009 08:12 pm (UTC)
That's okay, no hurry. I'll probably fiddle a little more and then send it over sometime this week.

Ah, the fickle fandom. If you don't keep them entertained, they abandon you! :(
KSena: Me Moonlit Cat by eternalxwhisper @ solakseenaa on April 14th, 2009 05:57 pm (UTC)
That was so sad. And so, so sexy to. And so Faith. I think you got her perfectly in this. Wonderful work. :-)
ClawofCat: faith reflectionclawofcat on April 15th, 2009 05:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Faith is such a sad girl (all of them are, aren't they?), and I like exploring what makes her bleed. I hope I'll have some time to work on the other Faith bits in the WIP folder. She's sad there, too.

Let's face it... I'm happy when the angst is flowing! The girls go through a lot of emotional pain my hands, that's for sure.
KSena: Will Captain Turner by shibuekseenaa on April 15th, 2009 08:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, I am a sucker for angst to. :-) No matter what fandom I am in, I get hooked on the angsty characters. :-P
ares132006ares132006 on September 8th, 2009 05:22 am (UTC)
This is sad and reeks of desperation. You've given us a background that is hard and uncompromising, and one that fits Faith to a tee.
ClawofCat: faith downcastclawofcat on September 9th, 2009 03:08 pm (UTC)
I imagine that Faith had a very tough life even before we see her slide to rock bottom in AtS/BtVS, and this is just one sad possibility. Something I wanted to show here is that Faith is not inherently bad. She's a victim of circumstance. She's not hard because it's inherent, but rather it's the only way she knows how to survive and protect herself. Being a Slayer offered her a way to escape, gave meaning to her life, but without guidance she didn't know how to properly channel that power.

She's got so much good in her. It just took her a long time, and a lot of sactifice, to find it. Poor girl *pet her*
a2zmoma2zmom on September 8th, 2009 01:13 pm (UTC)
This is a powerful, very sad piece. I like how Faith allows herself to connect a bit at the end with Danny although she'd never admit it.
ClawofCat: ow my angstclawofcat on September 9th, 2009 03:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks for commenting. Faith's guarded, but she's not without heart. When you've been screwed over so many times, it's tough to open yourself up to people. I think she's possibly the saddest, most tragic character on the show. Poor girl.
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ClawofCat: faith redemptionclawofcat on September 9th, 2009 03:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) I'm glad you enjoyed it despite the rather sad nature of the piece. Faith had a hard life, so imagine her shock of seeing what Buffy had and how she took it for granted.

Hm, I'm in need of Faith & Joyce fic. I wonder if there's any out there?
Jodystrangebint on October 24th, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
I agree sad sad sad but totally awesome and believable. Still I want to pressure you to write something happy for our girl. She can find happiness. I totally believe that.
ClawofCat: fuffy windclawofcat on October 25th, 2009 07:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Yeah...
Thanks! I'm glad you liked this, despite the rather bleak portrayal of Faith's early years. I'm an equal opportunist angst writer, so pretty much any character I get my hands on is in for a sad, emotional ride. The hardships are what I enjoy writing most about. That is to say that I don't have any stories planned in the near future that will be out and out happy for Faith. However, Faith will be a central character in my upcoming IWRY fic and I don't plan on putting her through the ringer on that. She'll get to be a hero :) My posting date is in late November, so if you want to check back then, you might find feel free to.