Fever
by Cruel_Slayer
Rating: R

Disclaimer: Joss owns all characters; I'm just borrowing them for the sake of my own personal enjoyment and perverse hopes. Lyrics aren’t mine either.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Was bored. Too much Kylie on tv and stuff. The lyrics are from “Fever” from Kylie’s “Fever” album. Not the most original story on earth but hell, it’s hard to write totally original B/F stuff these days where smut is involved. I don’t usually write fic that’s too gratuitous so if it’s crap it’s crap.
Dedication: To my wicked cool gf who kinda inspired me write this little series.
Feedback: Feedback is like totally and gratefully appreciated if you think I suck please do tell me.

Faith backed Buffy against their car and kissed her hard, her tongue plunging deeply into the blonde’s mouth; one hand on the little slayer’s ass, the other tangled in her newly cropped blonde hair. Something that the brunette still wasn’t sure about, it suited her girlfriend and all, but it was a little hard to get used to.

“I've been bitten by the bug and I am coming down with oh/Something that can't be cured…”

Buffy threw her head back and bit her lip to stop herself from calling out Faith’s name and drawing further attention to themselves. As she felt the brunette’s hand wander from her ass to the front of her jeans, she snapped firmly back from reality and took a hold of her slayer’s wayward hand, “Woah there baby.”

The younger slayer threw her big puppy dog eyes and put on her ‘innocent’ expression. Buffy smirked and kissed Faith on the nose, “As much as I’m good to go here, as you so clearly are you, 1. We’re not doing this in public…”

“Cos of what happened last time?” the brunette asked interrupting the blonde.

Buffy playfully slapped her on the arm, “No. Just…just because. Anyways…2. I have to do the last sweep before we call it a night.”

“There ain't a doctor in this town who is more qualified than you/Yeah, to be so adored…”

Faith pouted and wrapped her arms tight round Buffy’s waist, "Okay," she said in mock defeat, “can I take the car?” she kissed the blonde sweetly and grinned the cheesiest grin she could muster.

“Yeah. Course you can.” The little slayer dug deep into her jeans pocket and found the keys, “Here.”

The brunette took the keys of her and patted her on the ass, “Now off you go.” She kissed Buffy quickly, “Stay safe.” She kissed her again, “and don’t be too long, cos, well, y’know what I’m like when I’m all urgh!”

“Okay little miss grunts-a-lot, I’ll be as quick as the undead let me.”

“Well hopefully I took care of most of them earlier.” Faith said opening the car door and leaning on it.

“Here’s hoping.” Buffy threw a smile Faith’s way and bounded off down the street, determined to make this an uneventful sweep.

The brunette watched Buffy go. When she was out of sight, Faith climbed into the car and started it up. The stereo came on and the younger slayer couldn’t help but laugh, ‘Man, what’s with all the Kylie?’ she thought before heading back towards what had become not only Buffy’s home but now her own.

“So tell me what do you prescribe for these symptoms/A heart beating faster and work is a disaster…”

Buffy stalked through the first cemetery humming some random song off the new Kylie Minogue album. Which wasn’t really helping her mood since thinking of the little blonde pop star was just making her more hot and wanting back to Faith.

“I'm lovesick when you're not around/Check me over/When strong hands are healing/I'm dancing on the ceiling…”

Faith threw herself onto the sofa face down and let out a groan of pure frustration. She knew Buffy would stay out there as long as she possibly could just to tease her. Looking at her watch she decided for now that the best course of action would be a shower and a very cold shower at that.

“Fever sure has got me good/What do you do when fever takes hold…”

The blonde slayer rammed her stake clear through the newly risen vampire and stood up triumphantly, “Ha!” Not really in the mood for punning, she twirled her stake round and placed it back in her inner jacket pocket and began running. It was time to get home to her slayer.

“I can't help but need this drug/Don't you feel the fever like I do/Feel the fever…”

The brunette leant her head against the shower wall and gasped slightly as the sponge she was using to clean herself brushed against her sensitive nipples. Man, was this cold shower not working. Faith sat the sponge on the shower floor and decided the only thing for it was to relieve a little tension herself.

“I am ready for the news so tell me straight/Hey doctor just what do you diagnose…”

Buffy locked the front door behind her and tried to catch her breath. She hadn’t run so hard when there wasn’t something chasing her in a long time. Hearing the shower running, she couldn’t help but smile to herself and headed up the stairs. As she was about to reach out for the doorknob, the blonde changed her mind and leant against the wall outside the bathroom to wait for her girlfriend.

The younger slayer wrapped herself in a big fluffy black bathrobe and looked in the mirror. Heading out the bathroom she nearly jumped two feet in the air when she saw Buffy leaning against the wall, a huge smirk plastering her face, “My god Buffy! Don’t do that to me!”

“Aww did I scare the big bad slayer?” Buffy said in a baby voice as she grabbed the tie to Faith’s robe and pulled her closer. Faith tried to glare at the little slayer but that was easier said than done when she was looking at you in the manner she was, “Give me your hand.” Buffy demanded. The brunette held up her left hand and tried to stifle the blush she could feel creeping towards her cheeks. “Nuh huh,” the blonde said shaking her head, “the other hand.” The younger slayer sighed and gave Buffy her right hand. The blonde sniffed the first two fingers nonchalantly before running her tongue along them several times and then tasting. Faith had to put her other hand against the wall and tried to keep her knees from buckling under the extreme, but pleasurable, torture Buffy was beginning to put her through. Buffy cocked her head to the side thoughtfully before saying, “Our room. Now. I gotta go get something out my bag.” The brunette opened her mouth to argue, “No arguments. Go.” Buffy pointed down the hall, “Now.”

Faith padded into their room and sat on the edge of the bed. For the first time in ages she was actually nervous about the imminent fun that was no doubt about to be had. She softly began to whistle the last tune she’d heard before getting out of the car and looked about the room. The brunette stopped mid note when Buffy came striding confidently into the room, something hid behind her back.

“So. Faith.” Buffy shut their bedroom door and stood against it, her hands still behind her back, “You were late tonight.”

Faith sighed and hung her head, “Shit. I knew you were really pissed.”

The blonde tried to repress a smirk, “Nah I’m not pissed Faith.”

The brunette raised her head and looked at Buffy a little confused.

"Oh far from it slayer," Buffy licked her lips and produced a set of steel handcuffs from behind her back, “but you’re gonna wish you’d never been late.”

“Aww shit,” Faith cursed, “you’re gonna tease the hell out of me aren’t you?”

“Oooh yeah.” Buffy replied slowly moving towards her slayer.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Faith pleaded as she scooted up the bed and crossed her hands against the metal headboard, “c’mon B? There were vamps.”

Buffy slid the handcuffs round Faith’s wrists and clicked them tightly shut, the brunette winced a little, which caused Buffy to smirk even further. Walking to the foot of the bed Buffy stood in front of Faith and said, “Guess what?”

“There ain't a surgeon like you any place in all the world/So now shall I remove my clothes…”

“I can look but I can’t touch.” Faith said a little irritated. “God you know how to torture a girl.”

“Nah,” Buffy replied slowly taking her tight t-shirt off, “Just my girl.” She smiled broadly and tossed the t-shirt onto a nearby chair. The blonde trailed a finger down her front, over her breasts to the top of her jeans, unbuttoning the top button, she paused, “Plus, you’ll get to touch me…eventually.”

“So tell me what do you advise for these symptoms/A heart beating faster and work is a disaster…”

Faith couldn’t help but swallow hard as Buffy unbuttoned each button or her jeans painfully slowly. Mind you she couldn’t really complain, sure the no touching thing was making her crazy and she knew Buffy would drag this out as long as she could. But hell, it’d be so worth it in the long run. For now she lay back and started to relax as much as she could in the current position she was in and enjoyed the show.

“I'm lovesick when you're not around/Check me over/When strong hands are healing/I'm dancing on the ceiling…”

Buffy slipped out her jeans and tossed them onto the same chair as her t-shirt. She now stood at the foot of her bed in only her underwear. “So, Faith, you sorry yet for standing me up?”

“Technically I didn’t stand you up. I showed. Eventually.” Faith smirked, provoking Buffy deliberately.

“Oh so that’s how you’re looking at it.” Buffy mirrored Faith’s smirk and climbed onto the bed. She slowly trailed a hand up Faith’s robe as she moved closer to her slayer.

Faith gasped at the touch and tried to calm herself, she knew the more excited she seemed the more Buffy would tease her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard as she felt Buffy’s soft touch reach the main source of her warmth. The blonde looked up and smiled as she saw the look on Faith’s face. She ran two fingers along Faith’s folds and then pulled away. The brunette whimpered and opened her eyes at the lack of touch. Instantly she wished she hadn’t.

“I can't help but need this drug/Don't you feel the fever like I do/Feel the fever…”

“Hmm,” Buffy mused, “Y’know you’re pretty wet.” The blonde slayer licked her fingers dry, slowly before licking her lips, "But you’re not wet enough."

Faith involuntarily shuddered with her need and let out a frustrated groan, “C’mon Buffy, please?”

“You’re begging now?”

“I’m begging now.”

“Hmm…” the little slayer pretended to be deep in thought.

“You know I’m so going to get you back for this.” Faith warned as Buffy pushed herself up the bed and untied her robe, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

“Fever sure has got me good/What do you do when fever takes hold…”

“Oh I’m counting on it.” Buffy replied before kissing Faith in an almost bruising fashion, coercing the brunette’s tongue into some sort of erotic duel.

“I can't help but need this drug/Don't you feel the fever like I do…”

...continued in Coming Up For Air...