You're Like The Sun In A Rainstorm
by Dylan
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, wasn’t me, had to borrow some people but I’ll give them back to ya Joss. Thank you for the inspiration, all things Whedon related.
Notes: An entry into the ‘Cumming Around The World In 80 days’ pwp fic fest at Desirata’s cool list. 1st for Best Romantic Notion. 2nd for Best Description Of Locale. 2nd for Best Smut Scene.
Timeline: Post Chosen, season seven. Spoilers if you haven’t seen the end of the series, sorry.

Faith’s pov

Hmmm! It’s warm. Nice and warm. The sun’s hitting me in all the right places, and I’m soaking it up. I can hear the slight breeze in the background teasing with the trees. That, and the gentle splashing of water as somebody enjoys the relief of its cool caress. Apart from those two things, it’s quiet. Damn, I can almost hear my skin tanning its that quiet here.

Wait…where the hell am I? I open my eyes, coming out of the haze of sleep. The sky is so fucking blue, but not like California blue. It’s different, and it’s hard to know why. Maybe it’s just in my head cos I know we’re so far away from all the crap and the bad times. It’s like I wanna describe it in hundred different ways, but I just don’t have the vocabulary or something to do it. Whatever kinda blue it is, it’s as pretty as a picture.

But then this whole place is. Everything looks like it was studied and painted into the skyline like it’s some kinda huge canvas. I’m so glad I let Buffy persuade me to come here with her. Well, maybe persuade isn’t quite the right word. She didn’t really give me much of a choice back in LA.

We’d stopped off at Angel’s place to regroup after the big destruction of the Hellmouth deal. We were all exhausted, Buffy more than anyone, and things needed to be dealt with. Giles sorted out the trips to the hospital. I was ok but there were a few girls that needed attention, Wood too, and of course Buffy was in a bad way. She healed pretty quick cos there was no internal damage, but the wound needed stitching and stuff.

Anyway, we ended up staying at the hotel for almost a month, just getting things into perspective and shit. Wood went to stay with relatives close by and I never really let him try his theory of ‘surprising’ me out. I wasn’t really interested. Especially not then. I mean, I just got outta jail, legit too…kinda. Angel worked his magic somehow and my records mysteriously disappeared.

And I was just too busy trying to get my head around people actually trusting me to be there. Buffy trusting me, and actually fucking talking to me like I was an actual human being for once. Not that we suddenly became best buds, but we did kinda start to get on at least. I didn’t really hang out with the gang or anything, preferring to be on my own most of the time. But it was still cool to just know that they were all there. That Buffy was there.

Then she comes up with the idea that she wants to get away for a while, just for a month or so. I could feel myself missing her already, but I didn’t say anything. She was just tired out and needed time to herself she said. Time not to worry about the big bad, or even the little ones that roamed the streets. I could see she needed a break. I mean, when the fuck was the last time the chick had a break? Not that I’d ever been on holiday, but then I didn’t think I really deserved one. She did though.

Nobody really argued with her about it cos I think they could all see just how worn out she was. Buffy was definitely in need of some major chill out time. It’s a hard job…keeping the world turning. Dawn was a little worried about her big sis just wandering off somewhere on her own, but even she quit her whining long enough to agree that it was a good idea in the long run.

I was all ready and set to say bon voyage along with the others, but then Buffy took a leaf out of Wood’s book and surprised the fuck out of me. She asked me to go with. It took me most of the day to pick my jaw up off the floor, then the rest of it trying to figure out what her angle was.

Shit, I thought of everything, from the idea she wanted to take me somewhere and off me to get me outta the picture once and for all. To thinking maybe she’d been possessed by a demon or something. I just didn’t get why the hell she would ask me to go on vacation with her. Especially after she’d convinced everyone she wanted to go alone.

I eventually gave into her incessant babbling at me. So that’s how I ended up here. Tuscany. Lying by a pool in a swanky top-notch hotel, the beautiful blue above, and so many different fucking shades of green around me that I’m beginning to think I need my eyes testing to make sure I haven’t gone colour blind.

I woke up the other morning and opened the blinds and I just felt like crying. The sun was still low and not as hot as I knew it was gonna get. And the view…fuck, it was like I’d died and gone to the place I’m pretty sure I ain’t ending up in.

Every hill looked like someone had decided it had to look different from the one next to it. Like it was painted from a pallet of green and yellows, all kinda shades. The trees, those weird straight and tall ones, all stood to attention, breaking up the skyline like soldiers waiting for the day to start. I could see poppies not too far in the distance. It was like they’d been scattered there perfectly, just bright enough to look like rubies glinting back at the sun.

I wanted to just take it all in, every tiny bit of it, cos it’s something I’d never seen before. The perfection. The beauty. It was fucking breath taking. Then Buffy stirred in the bed next to mine, murmuring something I couldn’t make out in her sleep. And I realised…it doesn’t get any better than this.

I could look to the left of me, out into the fields, and my heart felt like it was wired to the mains. Then I could turn to the right of me, and let my eyes fall on the cute blonde sleeping soundly in the crumpled white sheets, and my heart felt just the same.

It was perfect all right, and not just because of the view. It was because of her. The girl I’d fought so hard against, battled against, tried to hide myself away from. The girl I knew I was still in love with. As much as I’d tried to forget that feeling, the longing to be hers, I couldn’t shake it now. Not here.

Buffy’s in the pool right now, just easing her way through the water like she’s gliding. I sit up a little wondering how long I’ve been asleep. I don’t wanna burn or nothing, but it doesn’t look like I’ve been out too long. My drink hasn’t evaporated at least.

I take a sip, it’s warm, but it’s also wet so I’m not complaining. She’s noticed I’m back in the land of the living. Fuck…it’s so cute when she does that little half smile thing. And the wave? Too adorable. And I’m not even gonna try and stop myself thinking of her like that now. I’m past it, ya know what I mean? It’s time to accept what I feel and just live with it. I’m tired of fighting it and I’m tired of fighting her.

I love her, and I want her. Especially as she’s slowly walking towards me in about the smallest bikini I think she could find, all wet from her swim. Fuck…what I’d give to be that droplet of water about to trickle its way down between her breasts. Or better yet, let me lick it off and kiss her all over her chest and down across her tight little…

“Hey.” There goes that smile at me again.

“Hey, B.” I smile back at her, cos lets face it, my tough girl act just ain’t gonna wash out here in the sun when I’m wearing my own tiny bikini, and she’s being so God-damned nice.

She sits down beside me on the sun lounger next to mine and just about sighs loud enough to wake the dead.

Buffy’s pov

I’m so glad I asked Faith to come here with me. Ok, so maybe I kind of gave her no choice, but I could tell she really wanted to, even though I think she thought I’d gone crazy or something. But I just wanted her with me.

I’d convinced everyone that I wanted to go someplace on my own, Angel said he’d agree if he, or rather his little ‘gigantic’ new company, could foot the bill so I was guaranteed a really good hassle free break. I started out wanting to go on my own…really. But then, about two days before I was due to go, I saw her, Faith, sitting by herself on the roof of the hotel.

She looked so lonely. I had the urge to go up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I can imagine what her reaction to that would have been. They’d probably still be walking around the dent in the pavement below I would have made.

It wasn’t pity that made me ask her, or some kind of attempt at healing the rift between us. I just realised I wanted her with me. I’m still not sure why, of all the people I could have taken…well, apart from Angel who wouldn’t really appreciate the whole sun aspect of the vacation. I’m really glad I asked Faith though.

She’s so different now. Almost calm. Although she’s still a bundle of unreserved energy at times. But I like that about her now. I liked it all along really, but I was too busy being stuck up my own ass to let her know. Or let myself know for that matter.

It all went sour much too quickly between us and I regret that more than anything. I’d take it all back if I could, but I can’t. So I guess I’ll just have to try my best this time. To let her know I’ve changed too.

I guess I wasn’t expecting to get on with Faith once we’d settled into taking time out at the hotel, but I did. We didn’t spend a whole lot of time together because she’d keep herself at a distance, probably thinking we wouldn’t want her too involved. I kinda think Will and Xander didn’t want her involved, but I did. I went along with the gang though because I was too busy reeling from the day Sunnydale crumbled before my eyes, and Spike lost his life…again.

The time went pretty quickly for me, like I was just waiting for something to jump up and say “ha, fooled you, the world is definitely ending this time and there’s not a thing you can do about it.” I was in a bit of a daze, just getting through each day, not knowing where the hell we would be headed once things settled down.

It hit me one morning that I wanted to take a vacation. I don’t know where the idea came from, but once I had it in my head, that was it, I had to do it. All I knew was that I wanted to go alone, to get away from everything. To take a breather so I could come back and take control of my life again.

But like I said, alone wasn’t gonna to do it for me after I saw how fragile Faith could look. It almost brings tears to my eyes. The feeling of just wanting to hold her and let the crap we piled onto each other just slip away. I can feel it now, even though she looks more than happy, smiling up at me with those damn sexy dimples on display.

I always thought she was sexy, and it always freaked me out. I think she kinda had an idea, so she’d flirt all the more with me to put me on edge. Maybe if it hadn’t been for Angel…no, I still don’t think I would have dared tell her how much I liked her. It wasn’t something I even dared to think. Although trying not to think of Faith in a sexual way is an extremely difficult task. If not damn near impossible.

I hated that I still wanted her even after she’d turned to the mayor. It felt wrong in the first place, so after that, Jesus, I thought I’d lost my mind. I felt so guilty. So mixed up. I handled it all wrong. I handled her all wrong, right from the start.

She deserved the truth, not some poor attempt at keeping her involved just enough, without letting her get too close. I screwed up big time and by the time she came round from the coma and decided to bitch it up some more, I’d given up on us ever even being friends. She hurt me. In more ways than she’ll ever know.

I think I kinda fell for her around the time she suggested we go to the Homecoming dance together. It wasn’t hard to do. What was hard was trying to act like I didn’t wanna be with her all the time, and that I was only interested in her as a so called ‘fellow Slayer’. It pulled at me so much, and then Angel just confused me all the more.

But I’m not confused anymore. I’m older and wiser…as pathetically clichéd as that sounds. I know I don’t wanna run from the way she makes me feel anymore. I’m not sure exactly what that means, and I’m fairly certain any interest she once had in me is long gone, but at least now I can say it to myself without wanting to go and purge my soul or something.

I want her. I want us to be together because it feels like that’s the way things are meant to be between us. God, she looks so damned gorgeous right now with the sun bronzing her skin. I can make out a thin sheen of perspiration covering where the small red bikini doesn’t hide her from me.

I want to reach over and run my fingers across her toned stomach, to touch her and feel her powerful muscles jump for me. I’ve waited too long to allow myself to think of her in such a way, and now I can’t stop. We’ve been here together for a week, and I’m finding it so hard not to ask her if we could ever be more than just friends.

I don’t know what her answer would be. Really, I have no clue. She doesn’t give anything away these days. At least back when she first came to Sunnydale I could get a hint from the flirting and the sly looks. Now, it’s like she daren’t cross over some imaginary line. Not that I can blame her after everything that’s happened.

But I’m finding myself watching her more and more. I feel like a damn pervert, but she’s so…fuck, she’s just so desirable. I’ve never met any body else as beautiful as Faith, and she’s only improved with age. I just hope she’s not thinking I’m only keeping my eye on her because I think she might suddenly go all ‘revenge’ on me again.

I don’t want her to believe I don’t trust her, or like her even, because obviously I do. I guess I’m just gonna have to watch out for any sign that she’s thinking of me in the same way. Sometimes I think I catch her looking at me, like she wants more from our tentative friendship, but I’m beginning to think I’m maybe imagining it because she covers herself so well now.

God, why does she have to look so good? I can’t do anything but want to just kiss those perfect lips, or feel her against my fingertips. I feel like drowning in those chocolate eyes of hers. I keep having to pull myself away in case she just doesn’t feel the same, and it’s so hard having her so close but not close enough.

I sit up and watch her at night as she sleeps, just so I can look at her. She frowns sometimes, dreaming no doubt, and I wanna move over to her bed and crawl in beside her. Jesus, just imagining how good it would feel to have her hot skin against mine under the cover of the moon. It makes me wet.

Fuck, Faith just has to look at me a certain way and I’m wet for her.

“B? You ok?”

What? Oh, I’m being talked to, concentrate pervert. “Yeah…Why?”

She looks all concerned and it’s adorable. “You just seem a little quiet.”

I’m too busy thinking about you naked and pressed up against me to talk. “I’m just a little tired I guess.”

Ok, why is she laughing?

“Tired? You haven’t done anything from the minute we stepped off the plane, B. In fact, I’m surprised you didn’t call down to the front desk this morning to have someone come up and brush your teeth.”

I love it when she laughs. Although, I’m not too keen on it being at my expense.

“Hey. You haven’t exactly done too much yourself there. Unless you call lazing around half naked by the pool doing something. You wanna be careful the other guests don’t mistake you for a piece of art or something.” Is that really what I meant to say? She’s looking at me with kind of a puzzled half smile going on…it’s cute. For Faith at least.

“So you think I look like a piece of art? That’s sweet, B. I never knew ya cared.” She’s wiggling her eyebrows and laughing again now, and something tells me I just let flirty Faith outta the bag a little.

Yay for me.

Faith’s pov

Man, that chick can say the strangest things. From the looks of it though, she didn’t quite mean it to come out the way it did. Not that I’m complaining. Hey, it was almost a compliment, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse and all that crap.

“No need to get a big head, Faith. When I said art, I meant that weird contemporary stuff that always looks out of place.” Ouch. “No wait…” She just took one hell of a breath there. “I don’t mean that at all. I can’t even pretend that I meant that for the benefit of my own pride and stubbornness. You know you’re beautiful, and stunning, and all the rest, so you don’t need me confirming the fact that you are…beautiful. Do you want another drink? I’m going to the bar.”

She’s already half way across the damn pool area before I can even blink.

Where the hell did that just come from? And no…I didn’t know that I’m beautiful or whatever, but I’m guessing she just kinda told me. So what the hell does that mean? From the blush and the fact she just ran off before I could say anything, well, if it were anyone but Buffy I’d be thinking she was letting me know she’s interested, if ya know what I mean. But it was Buffy so now I’m just confused, and that’s not the only thing that’s confused me since we got here.

I’ve been imagining her watching me all the time, or at least I think I’m imagining it. She looks away before I can catch her eye. At first I thought she was just wary of me, but then why would she insist I come here with her if she thought I was gonna flip any minute? Maybe there’s something more to it.

I know she was a little tempted way back, before everything went crazy. I could see it in her eyes, but I knew she’d never go for it no matter how many hints I dropped. I don’t think even Buffy could have changed that much, to the point where she’d be willing for us to try at being something more to one another. I’d love it to be true, despite all the baggage we’ve got between us, cos I know it would be worth it.

vMaybe I should test the water a little. She’s relaxed out here, away from the Scoobs, the pressure, Angel. It couldn’t hurt to push the boundaries. Hell, I’ve been holding back so fucking much around her it’s starting to give me some kinda repetitive strain injury. I haven’t really got a lot to lose I guess, cos I’m pretty sure I don’t figure in her plans to put her life back in order. So this is as good a time as any, and I’m sick of holding it all in.

It’s about time I hit her with some moves to see how far she’ll let me push it. I haven’t got past the want with her in my want, take, have philosophy. I can’t let it slide any longer.

I want to show her how much she affects me. Then take her to the limits of pleasure and back. And have her by my side for the rest of my life.

I get up and wander over to the hotel bar. Buffy’s not in here so I guess she must have shocked herself at her little revelation and disappeared for a while. That’s cool, cos she can’t take back what she said, and I ain’t gonna forget it. From the look in her eyes when she blurted it out, I know she meant it, and it feels real good inside to know that she thinks of me like that. Even if she doesn’t wanna do anything about it, at least I’ll know.

I’m up in our room now, drying my hair from the long shower I just took. Buffy must have breezed in and out earlier and changed. I’m not too worried though, cos she can’t exactly go far, or avoid me for long. She’s a brat still, but I’m guessing she won’t totally freak out and leave just because she told me a little too much about what she thinks of me.

She’ll come in with that cutesy pouty face on, doing her best to look all innocent. She pulls it off well, but I’m just wondering what’s really going on in that pretty little head of hers. Maybe she has been watching me. Fuck…I’ll give her something good to look at from now on then.

I finish drying off my hair and pull on some shorts, I don’t bother with a tee shirt and just stick to the black bra I have on. It’s hot in here and I wanna get in some sit-ups and stuff before crawling into the cool white sheets of my bed. Maybe I shoulda had the shower after this, but then again, I’ll only need one in the morning anyway. There’s like a fucking heatwave going on around here or something.

I do a couple of stretches to loosen me up, then I get into a quick work out. I’m just on my sit-ups when Buffy comes back in. I’m lying on the floor facing the door, knees up, legs spread, half naked and looking a little sweaty, and I’m thinking she’s gonna need help in closing her mouth. I just grin and lean back on my hands, waiting for her next move, if she’s got one.

“I…err, thought you might have been in bed. Not that I think you should be, or not…just. I’m gonna take a shower.”

But the thing is, she isn’t moving.

She’s standing there looking me over, her green eyes darker than I’ve seen them in a long time. Like she’s on the prowl for vamps…or sex. It’s making me hotter than I was already. I want her to get the hell down here with me and sit on my face, but that ain’t gonna happen cos she’s pulling her eyes away from me. I look deep into them before she starts to turn, and I’m as sure as I’m gonna be, without her telling me, that she wants me as more than just her friend.

As she heads for the bathroom I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Fucking butterflies, that I just don’t do by the way, are flipping about inside me. I’m falling deeper in love with her and I can’t stop myself.

I take a deep breath and wrestle with myself, almost literally, to stop from going into the bathroom after her. I don’t wanna push it too far too soon, so I strip down to just my thong and get into bed. I’m hot, and horny, and wet for the little blonde currently naked and probably thinking about me in the shower. I don’t wanna risk getting caught and touch myself though, so I suppose I’ll just have to grit my teeth and try to sleep.

I’ll watch out for the fact I’m almost sure she never goes to sleep before me too. I caught her watching me the other night, without her realising. I didn’t know why, but now it kinda adds up. I’ve watched her sleep too in the past, cos it was the only way I just got to look at her. Funny how things can turn around on ya when you think there’s just no way they would.

I couldn’t be happier if I’ve got it right though, which I’m pretty sure I have right now.

Buffy’s pov

Who the hell is shining that big bright shiny thing on me? Oh right, that’s called the sun, cos it’s morning, and that’s what happens when you leave the blinds open to let as much fresh air in as possible. If only it had a volume control though. One that turned down the brightness. But then I guess that wouldn’t be a volume control, it would be a dimmer switch, but that’s just…Oh my God, Faith isn’t wearing a top.

Why would she do that?

It isn’t fair to just lay there with the sheets half way down you when you have no top on, Faith. It makes me…makes me wanna look, which makes me wanna touch, and then comes the whole urge to taste, and then you’d wake up and wonder what the hell I was doing.

Oh crap, she has such nice breasts. They kinda go well with the rest of her. They look all soft and…I always wondered what colour her nipples would be, and now I know. Darker than mine, and really, really tempting. I’d love to get them all hard so I could suck on them. I have to stop looking. I’m getting wet at the thought of her breasts in my mouth.

Jesus, it was bad enough last night to walk in on her on the floor like that. It was obvious what she was doing, but it just looked so hot. Like she was offering herself to me. From the look in those gorgeous dark eyes, I kinda think she was in a way. I panicked and ran off to the shower. It took me twenty minutes to pluck up the courage to come back in. I don’t know why.

There she was, her eyes telling me exactly what I wanted to know, but I got scared. Just like old times. Well, I’m not gonna do that again. I’m not gonna run again. Next time I’ll just have to give her a little surprise.

And I don’t mean like blurting out that she’s beautiful and embarrassing myself beyond belief again.

She’s waking up. I love the way she looks all confused in the morning. It’s a cute side to Faith I doubt many people have ever witnessed.

“Fuck…what fucking time is it?”

Ok, maybe not so cute. Definitely not when her voice is all thick and lush like that. It sends shivers up my spine.

“I dunno, I just woke up.” And will you please cover yourself before I melt into the mattress. Oh great, now she’s stretching.

Just look at that perfect toned stomach. No wait…don’t look, she’s mine damnit.

I’d love to run my tongue right up the middle of her stomach, up between her breasts, flick it over her tight little nipple until she begged me to suck on her. And now I’m stopping, because she’s looking at me funny.

She’s looking at me funny cos I’m still staring at her fucking breasts. I know that grin. It’s telling me I’ve been caught red handed. And now I just know I’m blushing. I so wanna run, but I’m not gonna, I’m just going to look away slowly like eyeing up her general chest area is the most natural thing in the world for me to be doing. Shit, right now that’s exactly what it feels like, and she’s not jumping up and down on my head with her boots on, so that’s gotta be a positive sign.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask.

Fuck, what kinda dumbass question is that to ask a girl that could sleep quite happily by the side of a freeway?

“Err, yeah, B. I’m fucking roasting right now though.”

It is way too hot in here. But I just thought it was me getting turned on by the hot chick in the bed next to mine.

I don’t want to get up yet. It strikes me as too much effort to actually move. Plus, I don’t want Faith to suddenly find some clothes. I don’t think she minds the fact that I can’t keep my eyes off her for more than two seconds, so I say stay naked. I’m all for the practically naked Faith, especially now that her nipples are getting a little hard from the almost constant attention of my eyes on them. God, she’s so fucking attractive.

“Do you wanna ring down for some ice lollies or something?” So maybe I could stick one down my pants to put out the fire?

“Sounds like a plan, B.”

She leans over to the telephone on the table between our beds, and calls down, as I make it clear I’m not watching her. Although obviously I am. She’s closer now so it’s hard not to. I could just reach out and touch, but it’s too soon to tell for sure that I won’t get a smack round the head. I like my brain in my skull, not poking half way out my ear.

“They’re on their way.” She says and jumps up to go to the toilette.

I think somebody needs to stand up and take a bow, as I sing a little song about the wonder of the thong. I just got a good eyeful of grade A Slayer booty, and I’m tensing up in places I didn’t even know I had.

Have I mentioned that Faith is one fucking sexy bitch? I don’t tend to go around using language like that willy nilly, but she‘s exactly that. And Faith has a tendency to bring the bad out in me.

In every way.


Faith’s pov

She was so just checking me out, man. I couldn’t have missed that if I’d have even tried. I’m thinking that maybe she knows how obvious she was too. Like she really is tired of just hiding the fact we dig each other. I gotta say, I’m all for it. There’s no way I’m gonna let this pass.

I get a quick wash and stuff, brush my teeth, attempt to tame my hair a little and I’m good to go. If Buffy can look that cute and pretty first thing in the morning, I gotta make sure I’m up to standard too. Not that I think she’d complain when I have my ass and tits out. She’s too busy ogling.

I walk back into the room and her eyes are instantly all over me. I crawl back onto the bed and don’t bother with the sheets. It’s too damn hot, and I’m loving the way Buffy is finding it impossible not to keep taking a look at me. Maybe I’m being a little cruel, but I want her to start knowing that it’s fine by me if she wants to look, or do more than that.

“You not a little hot there, B?” I can feel the heat coming off her from here and ya never know, maybe I can get her to loose some layers too. I’d love to see that tiny little figure of hers all naked.

“I’m…ok. Not all of us are as uninhibited as you, Faith.”

So the tee shirt and shorts aren’t moving, yet anyway.

“We’re both girls here, so I’m not thinking I have anything you ain’t seen before, girlfriend.” That’s true, but she’s still doing a crappy job at hiding the fact she wants to sample the goodies.

“Yeah, well…You obviously don’t have any worries on the looks front.” Was that another compliment? “But I’m not so confident.” She says.

And why the hell not? Fuck, I really think she has no idea how attractive she is sometimes.

“You don’t have to worry about that, B. You have one cute and hot little bod, so don’t be so down on yourself.” She’s blushing a tad, and I love that I did that.

“You think so?”

That shy smile is gonna be the death of me one of these days. I’ll be thinking about it walking along and wham, I’ll get hit by a fucking truck or something.

“Yeah I think so.” I look her up and down as she’s sitting up in bed, so she gets that I’m making an informed judgment. Not that I haven’t looked her up, down, sideways and all around, countless times before.

“Thanks.” She says it all sweet, and I wanna wrap her around me and kiss the hell out of her.

There’s a knock on the door that stops me just grabbing hold of her though. Room service. I ordered us some ice lollies like B asked, and some sodas and potato chips. The healthy life of a Slayer. It’s the best.

Buffy gets up to answer the door and I watch her every move, and she knows it. There’s a bit of a strut going on there I’m sure. Thanking the guy in her crappy Italian accent, she closes the door and puts the stuff on the small cabinet between our double beds. I dive right in by grabbing a cold drink.

“I’m gonna go freshen up.” She makes her way into the bathroom with my eyes clinging to her sweet little ass.

By the time she comes back out I’ve eaten my ice lolly and am happily munching on hers. She has to know by now that leaving food around me like that is just asking for it to disappear. Hey, I haven’t touched the chips yet. That’s an improvement at least.

“Faith…I can’t believe you. I really wanted that.”

Yeah, that’s not all you want.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to come and get it then, B.” It’s been so long since we’ve been able to tease each other like this. I missed it so much.

“I’m not fighting with you for my lolly, F. Hand it over.” She’s standing at the foot of my bed with her hands on her hips, doing her best to look me in the eye and nowhere else.

She’s doing a pretty good job too. I mean, I’m lying back on my pillows slightly propped up against the headboard. My legs are a little spread, my right one bent at the knee, and if I weren’t wearing panties I’d want paying for the show. There ya go, her eyes just swept over me and took it in, and I can see that her fucking pupils are huge from here.

“Like I said, Twinkie. If you want it, come and get it.” I didn’t even attempt to hide the double meaning in that. I think she gets it too from my raised eyebrow.

I’m gonna try something out on her and hope she goes along with it. Something tells me from the hungry look in her pretty green eyes that she’s ready to take a step beyond any kind of teasing we’ve done in the past. It’s time to move things up and take a chance.

“Come on, B. It’s real nice and cold.” I take a small bite out of the freezing ice, licking my lips as she just stands and watches.

I think it’s finally getting through to her that I’m not giving it up without her working for it. And I’m about to see how far she’ll dare to go.

Buffy’s pov

What is she doing? Trying to kill me? I’m hot enough without her lying there all sexy and looking like she wants to eat me as much as my damn ice lolly. If only she didn’t have that thong on. Fuck, I think I’d faint.

She looks so good right now. It helps that she’s not actually wearing much at all, but it’s more the look on her face. She knows she looks good and is getting me interested. I’ve seen that look before, on the dance floor at the Bronze before I’d get all up my own ass and run from her to Angel. God, how the hell did she put up with me throwing out so many mixed signals?

There’s a challenge in her grin too. I don’t know what she’s got up her sleeve, ok so she’s not wearing a shirt, but I know she’s about to do something to test me. As she lies back against the headboard with her firm body kinda calling me forwards I catch the glint in her eye.

She nibbles a bite from the orange lolly currently threatening to melt in the stifling heat of the room. Then she takes the small bite out of her mouth and places it on her toned and tanned stomach, just above her delicious little belly button.

“We can always share, B. But I’d hurry up before it melts.” She’s pointing at the small chunk of orange on her stomach. “Go ahead and take your share.”

Ok, that’s just cruel.

I don’t know what to do. I want to, I really do, but I guess I’m still a little scared. Fuck, it’s beginning to melt already. There’s a tiny trickle of orange making its way down towards her belly button. I wanna lick it up. I wanna taste her skin with it. Is that me breathing really heavy? She looks…oh fuck it. I’m not gonna run from this. If she wants to play then I’m not gonna back down like I would have done in the past.

I slowly get up onto the bed at the bottom and her eyes go a little wide before she regains the hold of her bad ass persona again, and the grin comes back. Although now she’s breathing a little heavier too.

I crawl towards her on the bed, breaking eye contact as I look down at the offering resting on her. I’m so close to her bare skin, and her breasts. Her nipples are hard and they look so fucking tasty, but I’m here for the melting ice. It’s moving up and down with every respiration she takes, and it’s going quicker than it was a couple of seconds ago. I’m close enough to smell the heat from her skin and it’s intoxicating. I’m not sure if I’m about to jump over the wall without looking to see what’s on the other side, but I can’t back down now.

I’ve come this far, I may as well go for it. I place a leg between hers, straddling her left thigh but not quite touching her. I tuck my hair behind my ear, and moving my right hand to the left side of her, I lower my head towards her. I can’t breathe but I don’t care. If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it right and enjoy it.

I slip my tongue out and capture the trail of orange that was threatening to pool into Faith’s belly button, slowly licking my way up the couple of inches to the chunk of ice just waiting for me. I can taste orange, but I can also taste her skin, and it’s delicious. I’m almost positive she shuddered a little as soon as I made contact. I know I did.

Taking the ice between my lips I suck it up into my mouth, ensuring I’m doing a good job at cleaning her lightly muscled abdomen as I swallow the cool respite for my burning body. I lick at her stomach, probably a little more than I really need to, but her skin is just so sweet against my lips and my tongue, so soft.

“I think you got it all, B.”

Fuck, her voice is so husky right now. I feel like I just got kissed all over by it.

“Just making sure, F.” I lick her one last time, dipping into her cute little belly button and tasting the tang of her salty sweat before I sit back slightly and wait for the next move to this game.

Faith’s pupils are huge and her nostrils are slightly flared, like the moment she’s about to slay, or we’re about to spar. She’s all passion and fire inside and it’s all staring me right in the face as I look at her. I’m so horny, if she were to lift her leg a little way so I was sat on it I’d probably come all over her.

“Want more?”

Do I want more? I want all of it, and I’m not talking about the fucking ice lolly. I nod. She smiles.

The beautiful brunette currently lying before me with still far too many clothes on if you ask me, is now placing another bite, on her breast for Christ sakes. Just above her right nipple that looks so much like it’s straining for my mouth to take it. And she knows and I know, it’s going to melt just enough so that I’m going to end up having to lick her nipple clean. What am I doing?

Faith is looking a little unsure now I think too. Probably doubting that I’ll go so far, but I’m not about to just turn away from the opportunity of doing exactly what I’ve been thinking about so much since the minute I woke up to find her topless.

I tear my eyes away from hers once again and hover over her chest. She’s practically holding her breath in anticipation, and I’m allowing mine to heat the ice up just that little bit more so it trickles over the erect nipple just below it. I take the chunk of ice in my mouth and quickly rid it from her skin so I can set about cleaning off her perfect breast.

I lick at the spot she had placed it, and she’s definitely getting really turned on by this. I look at her as she watches me, before I turn my attention back to what I was about to do. I sweep my tongue up over her breast, from the bottom to the top, right over her dark little nub. She fucking groaned. It was fairly quiet, but I heard it. And now I’m so wet I can feel it in my shorts.

Faith groaned for me. I want her to do it again. I need her to. So I lick at her nipple again and this time, I place my lips around it and suck lightly. Oh God, it’s so stiff and delectable and she groaned a little louder this time. I glance up to find her beautiful dark eyes almost shut, as she tries to watch what I’m doing. I take more of her into my mouth, sucking on her harder as she kinda pushes towards me.

I love this game. I wanna see if it goes where I want it to go, so I move away from her again and I’m positive she just stopped herself from whimpering at the loss of my mouth on her.

I want more of that lolly, on more of her. I point at it as it drips down her fingers.

“You gonna share more of that?” I raise an eyebrow to match her own.

“Sure…if that’s what you want.”

It’s really a question she’s asking me now instead of a challenge, cos I’m pretty sure we both know what’s coming next. Maybe it’s a Slayer link thing, but I just know we’re thinking the same thing.

Faith takes another bite and looking right in my eyes, she places it in the general area of her groin. I drown in the impossible depths of her deep dark eyes for a second as I pluck up the courage to see exactly where the ice is. I take a shaky breath, and neither of us are grinning now, as it’s gone way past that stage. I let my gaze travel down her fit young body to where she placed the ice.

It’s right on her mound, placed precariously on her underwear.

I just look at it as it begins to melt a lot quicker than it had anywhere else. I’m not even questioning now whether or not we should be doing this, because I’m so turned on, and I know Faith is too. I don’t hesitate to move myself down slightly. I’m between her legs and I’m feeling my whole body tingling in anticipation.

I glance up her body and she’s looking down at me with fire in her eyes, golden flecks dancing in rich chocolate. I lick my lips, placing my hands either side of her hips, closing the distance between us. She opens her legs a little as I get close enough to catch the scent of her arousal. She smells so good, and my clit is throbbing with need as I feel my shorts getting damper and damper.

I take a deep breath, full of her, and I lower my face to take the ice between my lips. She quivered under me as soon as I made contact, and I can’t hold back now at all. I open my mouth wide and suck at her orange juice and arousal soaked panties, right on her sweet little pussy. I don’t stop as she throws what remains of the ice lolly to the floor, and her hips rise to meet my hungry mouth as she moans out into the humid room.

“Buffy.” She breathes out my name and she sounds so hot, and so…so fuckable.

I shift a little lower to try to drink in Faith’s essence as it’s so obviously pouring from her. I move my mouth over her as she arches up into me, her respiration rate noticeably increasing. I suck the gorgeous Slayer’s pussy juice through her panties, and feel like I could get drunk on the rich intoxicating taste of her.

Faith tastes amazing but it isn’t enough. I want her. I want her now or I’m liable to explode and take out half the country we’ve found ourselves in. I run my tongue across her hot centre, feeling her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her thong, and I guess she really is thinking the same thing I am.

“Fuck, B.” She leans down and grabs hold of me, pulling me up towards her mouth, crashing our lips together as we both moan into each other.

Faith’s pov

I couldn’t take much more of her teasing without kissing her first. As much as I was enjoying her sucking on my wet panties I wanted to taste her. I’ve thought about it for so long, just kissing her, and she feels amazing against my lips.

We’re sliding our tongues against each other, sucking and biting. I have my hands buried in her soft silky hair as hers cup my face. It’s wild and wanton, but that’s because we’ve spent years wanting this. I have to have her in the biggest way, and I’m certain now that Buffy feels just the same. She would never have gone as far as she did with our little game if she didn’t. I know that much about her.

I don’t think she’s gonna plan on stopping this from happening right now. I can feel her hips pushing against mine as she tries to relieve some of her frustration. Fuck, I want to feel her right against me. Skin on skin. Grabbing the bottom of her top, I stop and look into her dazzling eyes.

She lifts herself up slightly so I can remove her top, throwing it God knows where as I look at her perfect little breasts.

I flip her over, straddling her, and she looks a little shocked, but she looks more turned on than anything. I waste no time in kissing my way down her neck to her chest. Her hands are in my hair, encouraging me. Trailing wet kisses over her breasts I finally make my way to her left nipple. It’s all stiff and sweet girlie pink. Doesn’t fucking surprise me.

I’m sucking on her, and she’s breathing hard for me, getting me hotter than hell, and she tastes so good. I wanna rip her shorts off and get her pussy sliding against mine, but I’m guessing that might be a little extreme to just rip them off her. So instead I trail a hand down her side as I move to her other breast with my mouth.

Feeling confident that she isn’t gonna bolt, I keep my fingers moving down to her shorts and move up to kiss her again. I’m at her waistband, toying with the material. Sliding the tips of my fingers underneath them, just enjoying the thought that I’m about to get Buffy naked for me. And I’m not fucking dreaming like all the times before, cos she wants me too.

I start to pull downward and her cute little butt lifts up for me. I move back as I pull her shorts down with me, off over her legs. I just sit back and look at her, just lying there, naked, and waiting for me. I can smell how horny she is. Fuck, I can see how horny she is. Her almost bald little pussy is so wet, and I want it against mine right now.

Moving forward, I place myself between her thighs and I’m just about to lean into her and kiss her.

“Wait, Faith. Aren’t you forgetting something?” She’s searching my eyes and I have no idea what the hell to say. “You’re unusually more overdressed than I am right now.” She starts tugging at my panties.

I’ve got Buffy Summers naked beneath me and doing her best to pull my underwear off. I don’t think I could possibly want her more right now. I give her a hand and just rip them from me, because I need her against me so bad.

She pulls me down on top of her and we start kissing hungrily again. Pushing into each other. Her breasts are sliding against mine, nipples hard against each other, as I rub my dripping pussy into hers. I’m feeling just how wet she is all over me. Sliding her hot cunt up into me. Her hips rising to meet mine.

It’s driving me crazy and I know I’m holding back.

“Jesus, Buffy. I wanna fuck you so much.” She’s grabbing onto me. Her hands stroking up and down my back and clutching my ass, to push me more into her, as we both moan in our need. Fucking each other’s pussies with our own.

“Faith…stop holding back. Take me.” I lean back enough just to look in her eyes. How the fuck did she know I was doing my best not to go too fast? “I need you, Faith. God, I need you now. Touch me. Fuck me.” She pleads almost.

I had no idea she could be so fucking sexy, but her saying that to me…I’m hoping the bed’s gonna hold out.

She takes hold of my hand and leads it down between us. I look down as my fingers brush across the short hair of her pink little pussy, then slide into her wet folds. I can feel she’s fucking soaked as I swirl a fingertip over her hard little clit. I move to her side slightly, placing her right leg between mine, lightly rubbing her clit, and getting her arching up into my hand as she searches for more pressure.

“Oh, God.” She’s back grabbing at my shoulders, holding me close. “Fuck, Faith…I want you inside me. Put your fingers in me.”

I don’t waste any time in doing exactly that. I want inside her hot pussy more than anything. I slide a finger down lower and dip it into her hole, spreading her glistening juices all over her. Just when she thinks I’m not gonna go any further and keep teasing her, I slip my finger up into her slick entrance. God I love that sound.

I pull in and out of her, slowly at first, just listening to how wet Buffy is. It’s so sexy. Just pushing up into her with my finger. Sliding it in as deep as I can go. She’s groaning and moving her hips in time with me. I push another finger inside her tight little pink hole.

“Yeah…that’s it. Harder, Faith.”

I thrust into her and she opens right up to me, spreading her legs and lifting her hips so I can fuck her nice and deep, her moans making me crazy.

Picking up speed I lift myself up above her, resting on my left hand as the fingers of my other hand touch her in a place I never thought I’d get a chance to.

“Do you like that, baby?” I ask, and rub my fingers up inside her as I shove them in and out, fucking her.

“Oh, Faith…don’t stop.”

Her pussy is so tight and hot, and so fucking wet, she’s all over my hand.

Pushing another finger up into her I almost come myself as she fucking whimpers real loud. Her pussy is trying to take me deeper, and I’m pounding into her now, banging the headboard off the wall as I stretch her open to me. She’s scratching my back and moaning for me not to stop. I love the way she’s saying my name right now too. I can feel my pussy dripping all over for her. I need her inside me, fucking me at the same time.

“B…baby, touch me.” I slow down on her a little and spread my legs as I’m hanging over her thigh, and she gets the message.

Buffy’s pov

She’s making me feel so good. God, her fingers are amazing. I just hope I can make her feel good too. I’ve never had sex with another woman before, but I know that I want to touch her. I know I wanna feel her around my fingers.

I keep a grip on Faith’s powerful shoulder with one hand as I lift the hand closest to where she needs me, my right hand, up towards her. Her legs are spread for me and it looks so hot. We’re both looking down as I slip my fingers into her, sliding over her clit as she breathes hot and heavy next to my ear.

“That’s it…Fuck, yes.” Faith gasps.

She’s already moving her hips against my fingers, so I guess she’s pretty worked up. I’m worked up myself. More than I think I have been with anyone.

She keeps her fingers fucking me as I’m drawn towards being inside her. We’re kissing again and I push my middle finger into her hole. It’s so wet and warm, and I know right now I’m gonna want to do this to her so many more times than just this once.

“More, B. I need to feel you really fucking me.”

She’s looking down at me, her eyes slicing right into mine. Our bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as we move. I’ve never felt so turned on.

I shove two more fingers up inside her and she cries out my name. I want her to do that over and over because it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I discover, as soon as I start to thrust in and out of her, that Faith’s pretty loud when it comes to sex. And my name is being called out every time I slide my fingers up into her particularly deep and hard.

“You’re so good. So good inside me, B…I’ve wanted you inside me for so fucking long.” She flicks her soft, thick hair to one side and I kiss her neck, sucking lightly on her delicious skin.

We’re moving together now. Filling each other’s pussies as we fuck, moaning for one another. Listening to the sound of our wet holes grasping at fingers as we plunge into each other. Pushing in and out, as the heat clings to us, and drips from us. I want her to come all over me. I want her trembling for me and holding me tight.

I want her to fall in love with me, just like I am right now with her, drowning in her beautiful brown eyes. I’m all hers, whether she wants it or not. I can’t help myself. I pull her down and kiss her forcefully, loving her full lips dancing over mine.

Her thumb starts circling my clit as she pounds her fingers in and out of me, filling me so deep inside “God, Faith…that’s good…Oh, yeah.” .

I can feel everything her fingers are doing to me in my pussy, causing butterflies and sparks, and God knows what, low down in my stomach. I’m not gonna last much longer.

I start to rub into Faith’s clit too, and she starts moaning even louder, close to letting me see her come. We both speed up, and I can feel her walls pulling me into her, and she’s getting even wetter. Her hot cum beginning to spill out over my hand as I finger her pussy hard and fast.

“Fuck…Buffy…Oh, yeah. Fuck.”

Faith is trembling over me with my fingers inside her, coming for me with her head resting against mine.

Her cum floods out into my hand, hot and sticky and so fucking sexy. She’s never looked so gorgeous as right now, opening up to me. I want to tell her I’m in love with her, I want her to know. But I can’t…mainly because she’s fucking me so hard now I can barely think straight.

I’m just about aware of the loud rumble of thunder rolling through the humid air outside. Rain is crashing against the glass of the window, and I’m waiting for the lightening to hit because this is just too good.

“Oh…baby…” I thought Faith was loud, but I’m screaming for her, drowning out the thunderstorm. I’ve never done that before but she’s taking me to heights I’ve never been.

“You made me come so hard, B. I wanna make you come harder.” I’m gonna leave one hell of a wet patch behind. “Come for me.” She says.

I can feel her fingers rubbing up into my G spot and I’m shaking as I call out her name. It feels like a hot wave is crashing through me and I throw my arms around her neck, long dark hair cascading over me, as she makes me hers completely.

I feel my cum gush out into her hand. “Oh God Faith….Oh, Fuck…Oh, Fuck…Oh…Fuck…” I think I’m done now.

I’ve never come so hard in my life. I can feel it running out of me as Faith keeps her fingers buried deep inside my pussy, slowly pushing them in and out as I try to catch my breath.

“Faith…stop. I need to breath, baby.” She slows to a stop but doesn’t pull out of me. I don’t mind because I’m loving the feeling of her fingers inside me. I know she’ll feel me pulsing for her. Because of her.

It’s kinda weird, but I’ve never felt so loved, and I have no idea if Faith even cares about me like that.

“You ok?” Faith moves to the right side of me and slips all but one finger out of me. I’m not used to caring Faith, but I like her.

“I’m fine. I’m…” I cup her face with my left hand and just look at her, running my thumb across her sumptuous lips. “Did that actually happen?” I feel like I’m floating or something.

She smiles so sweetly at me and leans down, brushing her lips so softly over mine I can barely feel them. She wiggles the finger inside me a little and whispers across my lips.

“If it didn’t happen, wouldn’t you be wondering why the hell I have my finger in your pussy?”

I smile against her luxurious lips.

What I’m wondering was why the hell it took me so long to find out that that’s where I wanted it right from the start?

“I guess the question would come up, Faith. But probably after I had you wiggle it around some more.” We both laugh a little. And kiss a little, as the storm outside breaks the heatwave but doesn’t do anything to cool the heat inside me for this astounding, enigmatic dark beauty.

She slips her finger out of me and brings it up to her mouth, groaning as she licks it clean of my cum. I’m getting quickly turned on again, being so intimate with Faith, with her pressed naked against me, the room smelling of sex, her smelling incredible. I know I’m never going to get enough. I just hope this isn’t a one time thing. Although I have the feeling, even if it is, we’re not stopping just yet.

I know I want to taste more of her. Feel her pussy against my tongue and drink in as much of her as I can. I’ve never felt like this about sex before. I’ve never just wanted to do it over and over until I can’t stand up. I need her to know how I feel.

“Faith, I’m…”

She kisses me to stop me talking.

“Not yet, baby. I want you to be sure. Not just because we just had sex.” Did she know I was going to tell her I’ve fallen in love with her? “I know what you’re feeling,” she continues, “cos I feel it too. But…we should both be sure.”

Oh my God. Does that mean she’s in love with me too?

“Are you…too?” I know she doesn’t want me to say it, but I need to know.

“Yeah…of course I am.”

I reach up and kiss her with as much of what I feel for her in the gesture.

I’m pretty sure I can feel her love for me on her lips. It feels and tastes like a little piece of paradise. And I’m wondering if it’s just me thinking that maybe coming here, to this little piece of paradise, was fate finally bringing us together the way we should be.

Whatever the reasons, I’m glad I convinced her to come. No pun intended.

“What are you grinning at, B?” She’s looking down at me with that cute puzzled expression she does and I love.

But she’s not looking down on me for long as I flip her onto her back.

“I’m grinning because it’s my turn to be on top, F.” It’s gonna be a long day, especially if that rainstorm keeps up. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to entertain each other…at least until I can no longer stand up that is. “Kiss me, beautiful.”

The End