Her Good Girl

Top Faye? : Part II

The next night, when Yoko arrived at Faye's place for dinner, she was greeted by a display of rare flowers, nearly covering the counters in the kitchen and on the side tables in the living room.

"What's all this for?" Yoko asked, staring dumbfounded at her surroundings.

"I just, wanted to say, thank you"

"Urm P'Faye, these are beautiful, really, but what are you thanking me for?"

Blushing brightly, Faye shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't like her to be shy, but around Yoko, everything was different. She was self-conscious. Not like what Faye Malisorn used to be at all. But then again, she didn't have to be anyone in particular around Yoko. She could just be, Faye.

"For being a trustworthy person in my life. For making me feel like I can be myself around you."

"P'Faye, If this is about what happened yesterday, you don't have to—"

"No!" Faye cried. "I do. I really, really do. Because no one – no one – has ever made me feel safe enough to be me before. No one except you. And you somehow, you've found all those little things about me that just melt me to the core and break me down."

"That's good, right?" Yoko asked anxiously, biting down on her lower lip.

"Yes Yo" Faye assured her, finally reaching out to take her hands. "It's very good. I want to be broken down, into all my little pieces. And the only one who's ever come close to that is you."

"But I just—"

"Don't downplay or diminish the accomplishment that is getting me to open up."

"I don't see it as an accomplishment," the younger explained, sitting down at the dining room table. "I see it as a privilege."

"But—"

"No, really. You're the one who gives me the strength to put the suit on every day. Being blessed enough to be invited into your world, your heart. It's been incredible. I should be the one thanking you, for allowing me in your life."

Sitting down slowly, Faye looked at Yoko and began to look nervous again.

"P'Faye?" Yoko asked, noticing immediately. "What's wrong? What is it?"

"I have a favour to ask of you."

"Anything, Phi. Anything at all."

"I want , I want you to break me."

"You what?"

"I want you to tear me apart from the inside out and fuck me until I break."

Jaw quite obviously hanging open, Yoko stared at the older one in disbelief.

She'd always known Faye to be forward and to speak her mind, but this was another thing entirely.

"S-Sorry," Yoko stammered. "I, um... I... I don't know if I—"

"Please. Please. I just want, I want to give you everything. I'm ready."

"P'Faye, I don't—"

"I need this," Faye replied, her voice dropping to a pleading whisper. "Please, Yoko."

Raising a surprised eyebrow, Yoko rose from her seat at the table and began to walk away from the table. Faye's heart sank. She'd done exactly as she'd feared; scared the younger off. Maybe even upset her? But no. Yoko was turning around.

"Well? Get your ass in the bedroom before I carry you in there."

The younger was smirking, and the wave of relief that crashed over Faye because of it was incredible.