72 Hours
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: Early Season Five of BTVS.
Author's Notes: A special thanks to dale r millson for helping me keep
this fic on track. :)
Feedback: Yes, Pleaseee.
PROLOGUE:
After turning herself in, Faith was released by the authorities due to a lack of evidence. Still seeking redemption, the rogue slayer opted for rehabilitation in England. She completed her sentence of eight torturous months under the Council's thumb, then was reinstated and reassigned.
Reluctantly, she arrived in Sunnydale with a new watcher and a clear warning: she would remain under the Council's close supervision and scrutiny. No slip-ups would be tolerated.
Her orders were to perform all slaying duties on the Hellmouth while representing the Council and enacting their will. All contact with Buffy Summers was to be avoided. But on those rare occasions that their paths did cross, Faith was supposed to simply ignore the feisty little blonde. Easier said than done.
When Buffy discovered Sunnydale's former bad-girl was back, she exploded, ranting at Riley, Giles, the scoobies, her mother and anyone else who would listen. It was time to settle things between them.
Hunting for Faith every night, Buffy managed to locate the leather-clad goddess within a week. She jumped the brunette, gleeful to see Faith's surprise.
The reformed slayer obeyed orders and didn't throw a punch or say a word. She merely avoided the blows as best she could, then made a break for it.
The chosen one left the scene that night feeling very unfulfilled. Unfortunately, the next two evenings were no different.
A good kicking of Faith's ass did little to ease the tiny slayer's emotions. Plus Faith's absolute silence evolved from mystifying to absolutely infuriating. Even the feigned guilt and whimpered apologies were preferable.
Unwilling to be ignored, it wasn't long before Buffy was hounding Faith on all of her patrols. She would wear her down... get her to drop the act... show her true colors.
It wasn't just Buffy's right to do this; it was her duty. Besides, then they could have the fight that Buffy was itching to have.
Faith owed her a real fight. As the victim, Buffy was going to demand some relief.
PART 1 - Their Worst Nightmare
The tiny blonde perched near, waiting for the opportune moment to come out and start heckling her less accomplished counterpart. *Tonight will be the night... I'm not letting Faith walk away from me again!* Mentally, Buffy honed her nasty barbs, trying to prepare herself.
She was eager to be irresistible to the dark slayer; irresistible to punch, that is. Slipping into her best Cordy persona, Buffy strolled out into the open. She smirked, delighted by Faith's scowl.
"Hi there F. You didn't think that I would forget to come see you?" The little blonde clucked her tongue when Faith turned on her heel to leave. "That's not very polite."
Running after her, Buffy skipped in the taller girl's path, bouncing and poking at her. "Faithy, I'm starting to think that you don't like me anymore...?" Buffy made a pouty face. "Wah!"
Faith didn't move. She didn't even look at her tormentor. Clenching her jaw, the slayer stared ahead, trying to hide how well Buffy riled her.
Unable to keep up the singsong voice any longer, Buffy sneered. "Why don't you just leave town?! I'll settle for that! Hmmm...?!" Her control faltering, she shoved Faith hard. "Come on, Faith! Say you're sorry! Say you want to make things right! C'mon, damn you...! SAY SOMETHING!"
With an exasperated sigh, the beautiful brunette allowed her dark eyes to flicker down. She gazed coldly at the little golden girl, mustering up as much hate as she could tap into. It took her a moment but she found it. Not too hard, considering how desperately she wanted to throttle her little shadow.
Buffy's eyes narrowed, mirroring Faith's resentment. In a low voice, she growled out the words, "I despise you too!"
Arching an eyebrow, the sexy slayer coolly considered her before smiling slightly and walking past.
"Oh yeah!" Buffy huffed, searching for an adequate taunt. "Well, I'm not giving up!" she called after her. "Every night, Faith, I'll be right here to remind you... YOU'RE NOT FORGIVEN!"
Faith stopped in her tracks and stood still. She cocked her head and listened. *Oh fuck!*
"Yeah, that's right! I don't forgive you! And Xander doesn't forgive you! And you better just hope you don't run into Willow!" Buffy was on a roll. Misinterpreting the tough-girl's reaction, she believed that she had finally struck a nerve. Repetition was apparently the key. "And you know, even Giles is protest--"
"B! Shut up!" The young slayer spun around and peered past the dilapidated house. She squinted into the darkness, ignoring Buffy's satisfied smile. *Yep, it's a trap. Dammit!* Rushing past the clueless blonde, Faith headed toward the cellar doors around back. Maybe they could hide or at least hold the horde off from there.
*B...? B... God, I haven't heard that for ages.* Stupidly staring for a few seconds, Buffy shook off the memory and went right back to her blustering. Now that she had Faith talking, she felt a sense of urgency.
Her recollection told her that when it came to Faith, timing was everything. "Hey! Wait! Wait, you can't just run off!"
Crouching over the cellar doors, the gorgeous girl yanked hard, tearing them right off their hinges. "Shit!" *Oops... oh well.* Peering back over her shoulder, she quickly tallied the number of vampires now circling.
Edging along the wall, Faith cursed under her breath as she went back for Buffy. Fetching the tiny blonde while in mid-yap was not something she relished, but she had to do it. It was her slayer duty... yadda, yadda, yadda. Yeah, Faith's eight months of rehabilitation managed to drill a few things in, despite her stubborn streak.
As soon as Miss Holier-Than-Thou's rant got louder, Faith reached around and snatched her. Covering Buffy's mouth with her hand, she pulled the outraged little blonde tight to her body, enjoying the snug fit.
With the struggling slayer held firmly to her front, her nipples stiffened and grazed lightly across Buffy's back. Faith grinned as the wiggling instantly stopped. Tilting closer, she whispered softly into her companion's ear. "Shhhh... quiet, B... just be quiet."
Buffy scrunched up her nose and opened her mouth. Her soft lips tickled Faith's hand, causing the young slayer to smile. The sensation was pleasant right up until she felt Buffy's sharp little teeth.
"OW! MOTHERFUCKER!" Faith shrieked in pain, lifting the small girl suddenly to toss Buffy over her shoulder. "Damn you! You crazy little bitch!" She slapped the blonde hard on the ass, before racing toward the cellar. They definitely were going to need that hiding spot now.
"Umph!" Having the air knocked out of her, Buffy could doing no more than ball her hands into tiny fists and beat on Faith's back.
"B, cut it out or I'm gonna drop you!"
Buffy picked up her head and leaned back slightly. She was getting ready to jump free of Faith when she saw the vampires. "Uh-oh!"
Attempting to discover the intended destination, Buffy twisted and was almost dropped. She held still, sensing that they were now descending some stairs. Jostled and confused, she tottered as Faith immediately set her down.
"In here." The brunette shoved her through a series of doors. "We can hold up here probably.... I counted twenty. Maybe more."
Buffy stumbled about, bumping into things. "Where are we?"
"Dunno, hold on." Reaching in her pocket, Faith felt for her lighter. Flicking it on, she gazed around at the shelves and cans. Something looked eerily familiar to the girl. She turned all the way and squinted at the door they came through. *Heck, I know what this is!*
"Faith, if we're going to hide why don't we shut the door?! Geez!"
"NO, B!" Before the brunette could stop her, the tiny slayer had pulled the heavy door closed. Groaning, the dark slayer rubbed her head and muttered. "Fuckin' great!"
Buffy carefully wiped her hands as she began her critique. "Really, Faith! You haven't changed your style one bit. What kind of rescue was that, anyway?! If I was a civilian we'd be vamp food right now! Tsk, tsk... very sloppy...." Glimpsing Faith's expression, she glanced around. "What's wrong now?!"
"Nothing. Except that we're locked in." Faith brushed off a dusty crate and sat down. "And I'm about to live my worse friggin' nightmare!"
"Locked in?!" Buffy grunted in disbelief, spinning on her heel and trying the door. Turning back toward the brunette, she anxiously demanded, "Faith, where are we...? What is this?"
"A bomb shelter... I think." Faith leaned back, eyeing the small slayer with curiosity. *Huh--this should be interesting.*
Buffy froze, still facing her as the information sank in. *Bomb shelter?! A thingy that can withstand a nuclear blast...uh-ohhhh!*
The dim lighting robbed Faith of the priceless expression. But she could still sense an imminent Buffy meltdown.
"'Sup, B...? Are you gonna faint or somethin'?"
"NO, I'M NOT GOING TO FAINT!" the little blonde snapped furiously, turning away from Faith.
"It's just that you just seem so wicked freaked all of a sudden." She chuckled, unable to resist rubbing it in.
"Be quiet! I'm trying to think!" Buffy started to pace, glancing irritably at Faith. The younger slayer had sat back and was examining her fingernails. "Urgggh! Why are you just sitting there?!"
Arching an eyebrow, Faith smirked at her. "Okay, what should I be doing?"
"Duh...! Maybe, look for a way out!" The tiny slayer shrieked with her usual sarcasm, pacing faster.
"What about you, B? Are you gonna just keep walking in circles?" Faith asked, snickering. "Cuz that won't get us outta here either."
"I'm trying to come up with a plan, if you must know!"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You think you can plan everything." With a rueful smile and a tsk, she slid off her crate and peered into the blackness framing the room.
Making her way carefully past the shelving, the brunette brought out her lighter again and began checking the walls, while Buffy performed an inspection of the door area.
"Maybe if it wasn't so darn dark in here..." Muttering under her breath, the small slayer felt around the doorframe. Her fingers glided over some buttons and the lights came. "I turned on the lights!" she sang out, triumphantly. *Hurray me!*
The dark-haired slayer straightened up, dusting her hands on the back of her tight leather pants. She gave Buffy an odd look. "B, the light switches are right here."
"Oh." Blushing slightly, the little blonde went back to her task, while Faith surveyed their surroundings.
There wasn't much. The shelter was one room lined with shelves stacked high, a couple of crates, a folding table, two chairs and a cot. Wiping her brow, Faith shrugged out of her jacket.
*Dang! What a shithole!*
"Here's something."
"Yeah? Whatcha got?" The brunette grumbled over her shoulder. She finished putting the vent plate back and stepped off the chair. "All vents and pipes are attached to filtration systems, B... which means even your skinny little ass can't shimmy through 'em."
"Faith, hurry up! Look!" Buffy squeaked excitedly. Setting the panel faceplate down, she glanced in Faith's direction and grinned. The brunette slayer looked incredibly sexy... all barefoot, tight leather pants, slightly damp white tank top and a dark smudge on her cheek. Buffy's mouth fell open slightly as she stared.
Faith was looking at some gauge, wearing a cranky expression. She suddenly smacked it with the large wrench she was still clutching. Blowing a wisp of hair out of her face, the younger slayer gazed back at the little blonde just as Buffy quickly turned away.
"Guess what?!" Faith grumbled in annoyance. "The frickin' air conditioner isn't worth shit! Cheap bastards! I mean, for christsakes, you build some goddamn shelter and then you're too friggin' cheap to put in a thermostat that can be adjusted?! What the fuck is that about?! Whaddya think?! Huh?! Hey B, whaddya think was up with these freaks?! Hey?! B...? Buf...Whassup?"
Faith looked at the dazed blonde staring at her. She was waiting for a response. *Jeez, B's gotten ditzier it seems... whatever!* Shrugging, the brunette turned away and hit the offending gauge once more for good measure. "Fuckers!"
"I... uhhh..umm... aaah...hmm--huh?!" The pretty little slayer shook her head. "What was that?" She blushed crimson.
Faith frowned, tossing down the wrench and strolling over to her. "Never mind. So whaddya have there, B? You wanted to show me something." Leaning against the little blonde, she peeked over her shoulder. "Whatcha got?"
"Oh... hehe... it looks like the controls for the door, doesn't it?" Buffy giggled nervously.
"Sure does." Faith scanned the mechanism and frowned. "It's a timer."
"Wha-- a timer?" Puzzling over Faith's answer, the little slayer took another look and realized that her sexy counterpart was correct. "Hey, how'd you know that?" Buffy asked in amazement.
Walking back toward the cot, Faith snorted, "Does it really matter?!" She sat down heavily and sighed. "You can't do anything with it. We're trapped."
More perplexed than ever, Buffy looked at the timer, then back at Faith.
The brunette leered evilly. "Guess what girlfriend? It's just you and me for the next seventy-two hours... how does that grab ya?"
Buffy remained in stunned silence, trying to grasp the meaning. She cast her eyes around the tiny room, glancing back as Faith laughed bitterly.
"You win, B. You got me cornered." Groaning, Faith rolled on her side. "Let the nagging begin."
The older slayer angrily jumped to her feet. "Screw you! I don't want to be here either! I hate you!" Buffy screeched, "I hate you!" Turning, she began pummeling the door in earnest. "All those terrible things you did! You're evil! I hate you, Faith! Can't even stand to look at you!" Buffy continued her assault on the door. "We have to get out of here now! I can't be here!"
Faith arched an eyebrow. *Meltdown! Big time!* Laughing, she fell back on the cot. *Well at least this is kinda funny.*
"There must be a way to break this thing down!" Backing up, the tiny blonde let out a cry of frustration and rushed at the vault's door, charging into it with her shoulder. The force of the impact bounced the petite slayer back across the room where she slammed into the opposite wall and slid down with a yelp.
Instantly, Faith was on her feet. "What the hell are you trying to do?! Kill yourself or something?!" Angrily, she scooped the smaller girl up and laid her gently on the cot. Buffy was out cold. "Fuck!"
Storming around and cursing, Faith gathered up some towels and managed to find the first aid kit. She held the stuff, hesitating. With Buffy unconscious, her mask of indifference slipped.
She gazed openly at the pretty blonde. Lingering over each perky feature, especially the pert nose and pouting lips.
*Damn, I still wanna fuck her silly... how's that possible?*
Shaking her head, Faith hunched over the small slayer and snapped open the smelling salts. She delicately waved it under Buffy's nose until it twitched like a bunny's.
With a flutter, the long golden lashes lifted to reveal a slightly unfocused pair of green eyes.
"Wha--what happened?" Buffy sputtered, gazing up at the grinning brunette.
"You charged into a steel door, B." Faith shook her head before teasingly asking, "Did it at least knock some sense into you?"
"Argh!" Buffy growled, glowering at her as she quickly tried to sit up.
"Guess not," Faith wryly remarked. She shoved the dizzy blonde back. "Rest for a minute there, shorty. Your head's still bleeding a little." Faith got up from the cot, ignoring Buffy's angry glare.
The tiny slayer hated to be picked on for her size. Buffy felt that she may be small in stature, but she could still kick Faith's ass any day of the week. She folded her arms over her chest and snorted in disgust. "I don't need to rest. I'm perfectly fine."
"Well then, hurry up, B. Run into the door again." Faith snickered, digging through the boxes. She didn't even bother to turn around.
The tiny blonde fumed quietly now, humiliated and, despite her denial, still woozy. Sitting back, she watched her nemesis. Faith was pulling things off of the shelves and picking through boxes.
Irritably, Buffy asked. "Now what?"
She received no response as the beautiful brunette wiped at her forehead then returned to her project.
"Faith!"
"Huh?... What?" The dark slayer stood holding the large pot which she'd just retrieved. Setting it down, Faith grumbled and undid the front of her pants.
"What are you doing?" Buffy's eyes grew large.
"Taking these off, B. It's just too frickin' hot in here."
"No!" Buffy squeaked, shaking her head. "Faith, you keep those on!"
The brunette peered up at her as she slid the leather pants down her legs. "What's wrong with you? Geez!"
Buffy turned to look away. "Nothing. I'm just not comfortable with you walking around half naked."
"Yeah, well, too bad. I'm not gonna sweat my ass off because you're uptight." Faith grunted as she kicked free of the pants. Grinning, she walked over to Buffy and dropped the leather pants next to her. "Woo! That's better! You should try it, B. I swear it's like ten degrees cooler without pants on."
The little slayer was red-faced. She picked up the leather pants and stared at them as she searched for another way to protest.
"Oh hey, thanks B. After you fold 'em you can just set 'em over there."
"AUUURGH!" Buffy screamed and threw the pants at her. "I'm not going to fold them! Put your pants back on right now, Faith! I'm serious! Do it before I do it for you!"
Chuckling, the sexy brunette stood with her hands on her hips. She waited for the small slayer to look her way again. "Aww c'mon, I can't look that bad in my underwear." Faith grinned wickedly and pulled her tank top off, enjoying Buffy's shocked gasp. "See, at least they match." Fingering her bra, she moved closer, taking a seat next to Buffy. "So whaddya think...? It's Victoria's Secret."
Swallowing hard, the tiny slayer met her eyes nervously. She tried not to look, but her gaze strayed down the tough girl's tight, tan body. Over the ample breasts and past the flat stomach, Buffy's eyes came to rest on Faith's silky black panties.
"They're very nice." Buffy quietly admitted, peering up, her cheeks flushed.
"See. Nothing to get yourself all riled up about, B. Just underwear." Faith smiled and patted her. "How's your head? Do you want a drink of water or somethin'?"
Hopping to her feet, the younger slayer went and poured some water. She handed the cup carefully to the flustered little blonde and sat next to her as Buffy sipped. Running her hand gently down the smaller girl's back, Faith spoke reassuringly. "It's going to be okay, B. I promise. As soon as that timer hits zero the door will open. You don't have to be scared."
The sound of Faith's voice coupled with her tender caresses made Buffy feel funny. She giggled and stopped drinking, instead staring while Faith smiled at her. *Is Faith going to kiss me?* Buffy leaned closer.
*Holy shit!* The former rogue slayer jumped up and backed away from the cot. "Yeah, so... um, no worries... as soon as the timer hits zero, we'll be outta here."
Scowling, Buffy flung her cup at Faith.
"Ouch! Damn B, whaddya do that for?!"
"This is all your fault!" the little slayer shrieked angrily, shaking her fists. "And don't try and tell me everything is going to be okay, because it's not! We're trapped now! Three days together and we don't even have a bathroom!" Buffy's voice got louder as she climbed off the cot and advanced on her fellow slayer. "What are we going to do about that, Faith?! Or do you expect me to go three days without peeing?!" Huffing, the little blonde crossed her arms over her chest and glared.
Still rubbing her shoulder from where the cup had hit her, Faith marched over and retrieved the large pot she had found earlier. Carrying it to the corner, the underwear-clad slayer slammed it down and faced her companion. "There ya go, B. Pee away!"
"I can't pee into a pot!" Horrified, Buffy glanced at the sexy brunette. "And I certainly can't go with someone else in the room!"
Faith ignored her protests and went through the procedure. "After you're done just pour it down this drain here and rinse it out. Got it?"
"No." A whimper escaped the slayer as she swayed.
"B! B, are you okay?" Faith caught the stricken blonde just as she was about to faint.
Lifting her easily, Faith stepped back over to the cot and sat down. She held the overwrought slayer on her lap and examined her carefully.
"Put me down! I'm fine!" Buffy complained, struggling against her enemy's tender attentions. The situation was too much already. She didn't need to have the barely-clad bitch cradling her as well.
"Shhh... B, take it easy." Faith regarded her fellow slayer with concern. The little blonde's features were flushed, and she was having trouble breathing. "Dammit, Buffy," Faith muttered as she reached down and began unbuttoning the slayer's sweater.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Buffy squeaked, weakly swatting the hand away.
"B, you're overheated. Time to lose the clothes." Ignoring the objections, Faith eased the sweater off the dainty slayer and fanned her. "There. How's that, blondie? Are you cooling off?"
"No... give me that back." Whining peevishly, Buffy tried to retrieve the garment. "I need that."
"Settle down!" The brunette held her firmly. "Wait until you cool off, B."
"Fine! But don't expect me to go strutting around in my underwear like you," the older slayer snapped, glaring.
"Why the hell not?!" Faith reached down and unzipped Buffy's pants. "B, I've already seen every inch of your body."
"What do you mean?" The blonde tensed up, blushing.
"Yunno, when we swapped."
*How dare she bring that up?!* Buffy shook with rage. "You--you...?"
"That's right. When I had your body B, the first thing I did was strip and take a good long look around." Faith snickered at her fellow slayer's outraged expression, adding, "And then I gave you a bath."
Cursing, Buffy swung at her. She narrowly missed Faith's nose as the brunette dodged the blow and caught the small fist.
"Faith, I swear I'm going to kick your ass! Let go!" Buffy howled as the taller slayer pinned her. "You are SO dead!"
"Okay, now that's enough! Cut that shit out!" Faith warned. "Do you hear me?!" Irritably, she pressed the petite blonde tightly against her body until Buffy stopped squirming. "Shit! B calm down!"
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"Look blondie, I'm jus' trying to help," Faith explained wearily while adjusting her enough to slide the wool slacks off.
"You-- help me?!" Buffy spat, incredulous. "Faith, you're what makes me sick!"
The younger slayer stiffened but maintained her composure. Shifting the irate little blonde off her lap, she placed Buffy gently onto the cot and scowled. "Yunno, you're not my favorite either, Twinkie."
Buffy's eyes narrowed. As soon as Faith's hand was near enough, she turned her head and bit her.
"OOOUCH! MOTHERFUCK-- ARGHHH!" Losing her temper finally, the dark slayer shook her tiny companion hard, shouting, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DAMN YOU, BUFFY!"
Wearing a satisfied expression, the pretty blonde glanced elsewhere, obviously quite pleased. Her smug demeanor only infuriated Faith further.
"WHY YOU LITTLE--URRRGH! THAT'S IT!" Glimpsing Buffy's smile, Faith growled. Without warning, she yanked Buffy over her knee. "YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD THEN I'LL TREAT YA LIKE ONE!"
Realizing her enemy's intent, Buffy struggled frantically, kicking and screaming while her panties were pulled down. "NOOOO!"
Ignoring the outraged shrieks, Faith swatted her hard. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Delivering each spank with slayer strength, she quickly colored the cute little butt nicely. Pausing, Faith listened for an apology.
Even with her tushy stinging and her cheeks burning with shame, Buffy threatened and cursed her fellow slayer. Another barrage of slaps landed hard on her ass. "FAAAITH! STOP!"
"Nope! Gotta teach you not to bite, B!" Faith snarled, smacking Buffy's rosy rear several more times. "Now say you're sorry!"
"DROP DEAD!" Buffy screeched, biting back her discomfort. She tensed as the brunette continued the punishment.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"C'mon B. Just say you're sorry." Faith's voice softened. She didn't want to strike her again. It had to be hurting; Buffy's bottom was now bright red.
"Go--go to hell!" The stubborn blonde choked out the words.
Frowning, Faith gritted her teeth and gave it to Buffy good. "Fine B."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"OWWWWWWW!" With tears streaming down, Buffy sobbed, "I'm sorry...! Pleeease... no more... Faaaith...! Pleeease... stop... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Faith halted. Lowering her hand, she gazed down at the marks on Buffy's rear end and cringed. "Aw B, I-- Fuck! I didn't want to hurt you!" Remorseful, Faith delicately caressed the slayer's sore bottom.
"Nooo!" Buffy wriggled in an attempt to get loose, rubbing her soft little pussy up against Faith's bare thighs.
Both slayers froze.
*Oh fuck!* The brunette squeezed her eyes shut. Buffy not only was completely shaven but was wet... very wet... soaked actually. *Damn...maybe being spanked turned her on.* Faith felt herself grin. *B's kinky.*
Glancing at the naked girl stretched across her lap, the former baddie ached to just flip her over and fuck her brains out, but being reformed had caused Faith to seriously revise her 'want, take, have' policy. Instead, she exercised extraordinary control and covered the sticky treat by pulling up the slayer's panties.
"No more fighting, okay?"
Buffy didn't respond. She crawled onto the cot and curled into a little ball facing away from Faith. Feeling humiliated and emotionally exhausted, she quietly started to cry.
"Buffy?"
"Don't talk to me." The superhero suddenly sounded so small.
Sighing, Faith got up and awkwardly returned to the task of inventorying the boxes.
Buffy lay listening, trying not to sniffle. The whole thing was so beyond upsetting. Having sexy thoughts about the brunette was wrong. And then becoming aroused when Faith pulled down her underpants and spanked her was SO wrong!
Peeking over, Buffy watched as the younger slayer stretched and reached onto a shelf. *NO!* Quickly looking away, she chanted to herself. *I'm not gay... not gay... definitely not gay... don't want to be gay.*
"Whoohoo! B, check this out!" Faith gleefully held up a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Not really looking to get drunk here, Faith," Buffy sniped and rolled back over.
Shrugging, the brunette took a seat at the card table. "Suit yourself, B. But it might help you with your little problem."
Angrily the older slayer turned to look at her. "And what problem is that?! Because unless it makes you disappear, I can't see how it will be of much use!"
Faith chuckled, opening the bottle. She poured herself a shot and raised the cup. Grinning wickedly, she toasted her rival. "To you B, for always being uptight enough for the both of us, willing to play to the martyr so I don't have to, and--" Faith hesitated, glancing at the scowling blonde.
Buffy looked adorable, grumpy, disheveled and only in panties and a bra. Faith smiled, changing her words and suddenly admitting, "And for being the reason that I reformed." She tipped back her drink, missing Buffy's surprised expression.
The blonde remained silent, staring as the gorgeous girl poured herself another. She felt strange. The revelation and Faith's appreciative gaze had her nervous. Both were unexpected and both pleased her immensely.
After watching Faith drink several more shots without even a glance in her direction, Buffy finally asked, "How am I the reason?"
"Huh?" The brunette looked over at her and squinted.
Impatiently, she repeated, "How am I the reason that you reformed?"
"Oh." Faith got up a little unsteadily and grabbed a second glass. "It was that whole body swap thing that did it."
Making her way to the cot, she plopped down next to Buffy and poured them both a drink. "Yunno, being someone else for awhile can show ya things." She held out the cup, locking eyes with Buffy. "Didn't you learn anything?"
Buffy hesitated. Biting back her nasty retort, she merely nodded. Something about Faith's sincerity and nearness - and of course, her almost nakedness - had the little slayer off-balance. She clumsily took the cup.
"That's it, B. Have a little fun for once." Faith grinned as the blonde nervously brought the drink to her lips.
Gulping it down and grimacing, Buffy shook her head hard. "Icky! Blahhhh-yukk! Ack! Ucky! Ugh!"
Faith burst into laughter. "Oh fuck!" She almost spilled the bottle. Setting it down, she lay back, still chuckling. Trying to catch her breath, the brunette wiped her eyes while Buffy hovered over her.
"Hey!"
Waving her hand, the dark slayer explained, "Sorry B. But dang, that's hilarious. Guess you're not use to doing shots."
"No. Why would I be?!" Buffy folded her arms defensively, becoming a bit self-conscious.
"Because you're in college, girlfriend!" Faith sat up and fixed them another. "Here, I'll show you how to do a shot. Now watch."
Gesturing to Buffy, the bad-girl slayer effortlessly swallowed it and set the empty glass down. "Come on B, bottoms up."
With some uncertainty, the blonde lifted hers and attempted to imitate her counterpart. Choking and gasping, the little slayer did a repeat performance, finishing with her tiny head-shake and 'scrunchy' face.
"Not quite. But better." Faith grinned as Buffy thrust out her glass ready to try again. "That's the spirit, B. Practice makes perfect."
Drinking another down with her fellow slayer, Buffy shuddered and complained a little bit less but still she made a mini production of the feat. When Faith gave her a questioning look, she whined, "It's blechyyy!" Regardless of the taste though, she wanted more.
The effects of the alcohol seemed an improvement to Buffy. She could sense her anxiety ebbing away. The sting in her backside was lessening. And since she wasn't wearing her way-too-warm clothing anymore, the faint feeling was also subsiding. Definitely things were better. Even peeing in a pot sounded funny now. The little slayer giggled and grabbed for the bottle.
"Hey! Hang on there, Twinkie. I'll give ya refill." Jerking the JD out of Buffy's reach, Faith poured it for her. "Don't want ya spilling."
While the pretty blonde contently sipped, Faith broached the subject. "So B, whaddya say to us calling a truce for now?" She paused before pointing out, "Yunno, since it's impossible to avoid each other, it's probably best that we just get along."
The older slayer eyed her carefully, considering the idea. It would be a relief to get a break from the bitterness, especially if they were going to be around each other constantly the next three days. "Fine." Buffy then wagged her finger. "But you're not off the hook for anything." With the color rising in her cheeks, she looked away, muttering, "Plus I still owe you for that spanking."
Faith snickered, amused by how much that had riled Buffy. Of course, she had suspected it would. The little slayer always clung so tightly to her precious modesty. Draining her cup, she glanced at her companion. Buffy had become strangely quiet.
"What's up, B?" Faith studied her for a moment before frantically scooting back. "Aw shit! You're gonna hurl, aren't you?"
"No!"
"Well then what's the matter?"
Buffy had begun to fidget. Peering up at the brunette, she shamefully admitted, "I need to pee."
Faith had to fight back her laughter, barely keeping a straight face as she replied, "B, that was gonna happen eventually. It's okay. Come on." She helped the tipsy slayer to her feet, leading her over to their makeshift facilities.
"Faith, I can't do this."
Dragging a few boxes in front of the pot, the younger girl straightened up. "Sure you can. See." Faith gestured to the improved privacy.
"No... it's not that." Buffy squeezed her eyes shut. With a cringe, she stammered, "I don't think I can...um...you know... bal--balance." Desperate to relieve herself, she peeked at the beautiful brunette slayer and humbly asked, "Can you help me, please?"
Smirking, Faith took the tottering slayer's arm. "You better not pee on me."
PART 6 - Potty Training and Other Concerns
Buffy worriedly tugged at her panties, whimpering. With Faith holding her arm, she only had one hand free.
Seeing the little blonde's dilemma, Faith crouched down and yanked Buffy's panties to her ankles. Scooping her up, she quickly squatted and pulled the tiny slayer onto her lap.
"B, put your knees over my thighs."
Obeying, Buffy adjusted her legs over Faith's open thighs while the brunette hurriedly positioned them.
"Faaaith, I can't hold it anymore!"
"Shhh... It's okay, baby. Go ahead." Faith whispered into her ear reassuringly. "I gotcha."
The little blonde suddenly stopped jittering and relaxed, sighing as she peed. After a brief peek to confirm it was going into the pot, Buffy closed her eyes and leaned back against her fellow slayer.
Faith peered over Buffy's shoulder and watched. Seeing the superhero's bald little pussy while she took a leak was oddly erotic to the bad girl. Running her fingertips over Buffy's tummy, she huskily asked, "Better?"
Completely content, Buffy nodded and nuzzled against Faith's neck. She was enjoying being cared for... not to mention the feel of Faith's silky skin under her bare thighs was just yummy. For a moment, Buffy actually forgot the degrading thing that she was in the midst of doing.
Opening her eyes, she gazed at her fellow slayer, slowly processing Faith's stare. Squealing in shame, she reached down and tried to cover herself, nearly slipping into the pot.
"Dammit, Buffy!" Faith bitched barely able to keep her balance as she caught the little blonde. "Whaddya trying to do..?! Now sit still!" The brunette barked the order as Buffy whined.
"Don't look! You're looking!"
"Yeah. So?!" Faith shook her head. "I have to hold you so that you pee into the pot, don't I?!" She snickered. "Unless you want it to run down your leg."
Buffy blushed to the tips of her ears as the younger slayer purposely glanced down and grinned.
"Awww B, you look so cute peeing."
Trying to ignore the teasing, Buffy gritted her teeth and grumbled, "I should have known that you'd just torment me over this... shouldn't have trusted you."
"What?! I'm serious B. It really does look cute." Faith tickled the inside of the older slayer's thigh causing her to buck slightly. "Whoa!"
"FAITH! DON'T!" The pretty little blonde screeched.
"I see the alcohol is wearing off... too bad."
Pouting, Buffy clutched at Faith's thighs while she finished. Now she was no longer concerned with the other slayer staring, because she had a new problem. *How am I going to wipe?*
Furrowing her brow and frowning slightly, Buffy groused, "Faith, where's the toilet paper?"
"All done, babe?" The brunette gently pulled Buffy back against her. Before the small slayer could react, Faith was delicately dabbing her pussy while cooing. "Good girl."
Buffy's eyes widened and went to where Faith's hand was. She held her breath as the most lovely tingle traveled through her body. *Mmmmm.* Easing up, she unconsciously ground her bottom along the brunette's thighs. *Feels nice.*
Chuckling, Faith kissed her cheek before standing the blonde up then taking the potty to the drain to empty.
"I--I can do that," Buffy awkwardly offered.
"And risk you spilling it? No thanks. I got it."
Buffy quieted, remaining rooted to the spot to watch. There was something about observing an underwear-clad Faith cleaning up after her that gave the slayer a kinky thrill. She wasn't sure why, but Buffy realized she was becoming extremely aroused.
When Faith was done, she washed her hands while stealing peeks at the little blonde. Buffy was standing there half nude and staring. With a gorgeous grin, she strode over and knelt in front of her.
"Need help with these?" Faith snatched up the panties, holding them out for Buffy to step into.
Unsteadily, the blonde lifted her leg. She rested her hands on the younger girl's shoulders.
Faith paused before pulling them up. "B, I just gotta say. I really love the clean-shaven look on ya." Without warning, she casually caressed the bald pussy lips, causing Buffy to gasp and arch against her fingers.
"Ohhh...! Mmmm!" The blonde closed her eyes and moaned as Faith's fingers came around and slid over her soaked slit.
"Geez, look how wet you are," Faith murmured, a bit surprised the prissy slayer hadn't punched her.
"Faaaith," Buffy groaned, shaking as she spoke. "I'm not-- I'm not gay."
The brunette laughed, sliding Buffy's panties all the way up and giving her a light spank. "Yeah? Good for you, I guess."
The small slayer's eyes snapped open. She wasn't sure she wanted Faith to stop. Panting and trembling, Buffy wobbled over to the cot and took a seat. Her gaze fixed on Faith who was already swigging the JD.
Apprehensively, she asked, "Faith, you won't tell, will you?"
"Tell who what?" The brunette snorted, kicking a box to the side to dig in a different one.
Buffy cleared her throat and held out her glass, which Faith reluctantly refilled. Gulping her drink, the blonde answered anxiously, "Anyone about any of this. Especially, the part with... um, you having to help me...pee."
"Is that what you're worried about?!" Faith spoke derisively. "Figures! Your precious image is at stake! Huh...! Whatever!" Waving her hand, the brunette dismissed her with distaste. "Yeah, don't freak. I won't say nothin'. No one will ever know we even got trapped together. How's that?"
"Thanks."
Faith scowled. Giving a nod, she turned her back on Buffy. *So B's embarrassed to admit to anyone that we can get along? Fine! Fuck her...! Sick of her shit anyway!* Straightening up, Faith strolled over to the pot and pulled down her underwear. Now she needed to take care of business.
A steady stream followed as she crouched. When she saw Buffy staring, she sneered. "Wanna watch? Here!"
Faith parted her knees so that the small slayer could see better. Buffy blushed, intent on looking away, but couldn't seem to manage it. Afterwards, she lifted her eyes to meet the brunette's and stammered an apology.
"Forget it. So you wanted to watch. It's not a big deal if we look at each other, yunno."
"It's wrong... to..to like it, isn't it? Since I'm not that way--"
Faith interupted her. "Wrong? Who says?! And why are you all thinking that looking at or touching another girl is gay? That's just stupid, B."
"I don't know. Wouldn't that be gay... us touching?" Buffy was confused but willing to listen.
The dark slayer squelched a wicked grin before replying. "Nah, that wouldn't be gay at all. Touching isn't actually doing it, yunno?"
"No... I--I guess not." Buffy laid back as Faith sat next to her.
"See. I'll show you." Reaching down, the brunette lightly stroked the crotch of Buffy's panties. "No big deal, right?"
"Riiight." Buffy's voice cracked.
"Good." Faith reluctantly lifted her fingers away from the moistening material and met Buffy's eyes. The blonde slayer was gazing at her, unwittingly wearing a "fuck me now" expression. At least that's how Faith characterized it. She quickly stood up, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels.
Strolling back over to the boxes, she attempted to appear casual while swigging down several shots. "Hey, wanna play cards? Oh wait, there are some games here too. Let's see...."
"Faith?" Buffy squeaked, watching the sexy slayer carefully.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Can I touch you too?"
"Uhh... yeah, sure." Faith walked back over and stood in front of the small slayer. "Go ahead."
Buffy reached out and caressed Faith's flat stomach then let her fingers stray. *Mmmm.* Breathing hard, she rubbed between the younger slayer's legs fascinated by the sweet smell. Leaning close, she sniffed, causing Faith to groan.
"Oh fuck...B, whatcha doin'?" Faith grabbed the back of Buffy's head and brushed herself against the prissy girl's lips. Closing her eyes, she slowly got her bearings and let go.
Giggling, the little blonde looked up. "I can smell you."
"Yeah, I bet." *Fuck, Buffy's drunk.* Faith pushed her away. "Let's play cards now or somethin'."
"No. No cards." Buffy jumped up and dug through the games. "This!" She held up the game.
"Twister?" Chuckling, the brunette took it from her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Buffy squealed, taking the JD from Faith and gulping down a bit. She made a silly face and shook her head. Handing back the bottle, the blonde bent down and peeled off her panties. "Naked!"
Faith grinned and stared for moment as Buffy removed her bra. *Fuck!*
"Come on, Faith! Let's play!" The little drunk blonde laid the mat and the spinner out, then turned to the younger slayer. "Don't ya wanna play with me?"
"Uhm...yeah. Alright."
Removing her underwear, Faith watched while Buffy excitedly squatted down and flicked the arrow. "Ooh blue!" The blonde gestured to her. "Faith, on blue!"
The brunette place a foot in the blue dot and hurriedly took a sip of whiskey.
"No!" Buffy screeched. "Gimme!" She snatched the bottle away and drank down the last of it.
"B! Dammit!"
"Okay, I'msss on green," the little blonde slurred and hiccupped. She placed her leg daintily over Faith's and giggled.
Faith held her waist and pulled Buffy tight. "How's that, B?" She panted, pressing the shorter girl against her. "Is that what you're after?"
"Hehehee... Faith spin!" the blonde commanded, pointing at the cardboard spinner. The younger slayer eyed her warily but bent and flicked the plastic arrow.
"Blue."
"Okay, put your hand on that blue dot."
"Way over there?" Faith groaned but obeyed as Buffy nodded her head vigorously.
Once the brunette was spread out and helpless, the older slayer struck. "Oops. Do over." Buffy called out, spinning again. "Red!" She seemed delighted as she stretched over Faith.
"Jesus Christ B! I feel like your gynecologist!"
The tiny blonde tittered and touched her clit absentmindedly. "It's jusss looking..so it'sss 'kay, right?"
Faith licked her lips. "Yeah, it's okay B. Come down here a bit." The slayer smiled as her little partner squatted lower. Buffy's pussy was just over her face.
"Wait... I have to spin." Buffy reached down, giggling. She flicked it and called out the color, but Faith's eyes hadn't strayed from the soaked slit inches from her lips. "Faith! Faith! Yellow...on yellowsss...."
The blonde complained bitterly when Faith didn't move. Smirking, the young slayer nudged her and caused Buffy to slip.
"Ahhh!" With a shriek, Buffy landed on her fellow slayer's face. Faith was expecting it and caught her gently. Before the blonde could move she felt Faith's tongue. "Oh god...ummhh.."
Holding the hot little bod firmly, Faith kept the older girl from wriggling away while she stole a taste. Leisurely she licked along the glistening path, sliding her tongue between the puffy, dew soaked lips.
The silky folds seemed to cling, caressing her tongue in turn. *Oh fuckkkkk!*
Not until Faith had swabbed Buffy's pussy from vagina to clit did she lift her gaze. Green eyes glazed with passion met her stare.
"B." Breathlessly, the brunette asked, "You wanna--"
"Yes!" Buffy interrupted. She was shaking not only with desire but fear. *No! Shouldn't do this!*
Buffy sighed as the dark slayer lifted her and carried her to the cot. *Don't care! Need it...! Sooooo need it!* It was suddenly dire that they didn't stop.
*More! Must have more! More of Faith's mouth!* Her alcohol-addled brain eagerly embraced the bad girl's earlier reasoning. It wasn't really sex, just some touching. And if it wasn't sex then it wasn't really gay nor was it cheating. So she wouldn't be betraying Riley or her sexuality, and the fact that it was her sworn enemy didn't matter either since it was just situational.
Content with her loony logic, Buffy laid back. She watched nervously as the brunette loomed above her.
"Nahhh...B, you get on top."
Awkwardly, the petite slayer scrambled to the side and let Faith lay down. The combination of over-excitement and anxiety had the blonde trembling violently. Her attempts to crawl over her counterpart and get in position were clumsy at best.
Faith grinned. Observing a jittery, nude Buffy fumble around was kinda cute. Cute until she got elbowed in the gut.
"Oomph! Ow!"
"Oops! Sorry." Bashfully, Buffy glanced up. "I...uh..." Her face reddened. "Sort of crowded... um, if you could maybe--"
Before she could finish the sentence, Faith had scooped her up.
"Oh!" A surprised squeak escaped her lips.
"It's cool. I gotcha." Faith set the blonde slayer with a knee on either side of her face. "Here. Now jus' straddle me like this."
Buffy panted and nodded. Looking down, she felt dizzy with anticipation. *Faith was going to... to... Oh geez!*
"Shhh." Seeing her partner shake, Faith gently stroked her back. "B, it's okay... shhh... relax... that's it...deep breaths."
Tenderly, the tough girl caressed her. Buffy slowly started to breathe again. She closed her eyes and followed Faith's instructions. *Breathe...deep breaths...all okay...deep breaths.*
Running her fingertips lightly over the blonde's tight little bottom, Faith spoke in a soothing voice. "See...no biggie...shhh... jus' gonna make you feel good...shhh."
With the last words no louder than a whisper, Faith brought her mouth to Buffy's moistened sex. She kissed delicately, using the barest touch.
Even after the contact ended, Buffy still shivered.
"You alright, B?" The brunette peered up at her.
Nodding emphatically, the pretty hero brought herself closer.
"That's my girl." Faith's husky approval sent another shiver through the former adversary.
Unaware of the thrall she already had over Buffy, Faith decided she needed to make it the best oral she'd ever given. Might be her only chance.
Frenching the sticky, petal-soft pussy once more, Faith cupped Buffy's buttocks and slowly pulled her further into her mouth. Once her lips covered as much of the girl's crotch as possible, she went to work. But despite all Faith's previous expertise, at that moment she operated purely on instinct. She was simply worshipping the girl she had loved for the past two and half years.
Digging her fingers in the smaller slayer's sides, Faith feasted. Her own juices dripped down, soaking the cot beneath them. *Holy shit, B's hot...! Fuck...! Sooo good.... Oh baby... mmm... Buuufffy....*
Lashing her tongue over the swollen clit and along the cleft, Faith slid it inside and nursed the nectar out.
Her alternate suck and lick technique had Buffy sobbing in ecstasy. The small slayer fell forward and clasped the cot's edge. She rocked her hips and mewled, shamelessly begging for release.
"Faaaith...I can't... I...Oh!" Sitting up slightly, the blonde arched her back. "Oh god!" Her toes curled and a smile settled upon her lips. The most amazing orgasm coursed through her.
Feeling Buffy's body go rigid, Faith slipped two fingers up the slayer's slick passage. She pumped gently, drawing out the blonde's pleasure.
Buffy's voice cracked as she whimpered. "Oh Faithy!" Tears clouded her vision and the tremors continued.
"You like that?" The brunette asked softly, unable to resist a slightly smug smirk. Her petite companion was oblivious; the ringing in her ears blocking all sound.
With a tender tug, Faith had Buffy beside her. The sleepy blonde snuggled up.
*Christ! I've been waitin' to do that forever, B.* Faith watched her while she slept.
Reaching between her own legs, she stroked herself. With the memory of Buffy's moans and the delicious aftertaste in her mouth, Faith came hard.
She glanced at the golden girl next to her and sighed. If Buffy tried blaming it on alcohol, she'd let her.
*Always a sucker for my B.* It was Faith's final thought before she too drifted off.
PART 9 - Buffy Gets Comfortable
After a long luxurious rest Buffy awoke. She smiled and stretched, feeling very relaxed.
*Mmm...Faith!* For some reason the other slayer's name was the first thing to flicker through her drowsy thoughts. Rolling over, the blonde slowly opened her eyes.
"Omigod!" With a gasp, Buffy sat up. She scooted back, gazing down at her nude enemy in confusion. *What the hell?!*
Glancing around the room, the little slayer soon calmed. The memory of their situation gradually returned. And so did the recollection of their last activity together. Buffy blushed, peering back down at the sleeping brunette.
"Faith." She spoke softly, waiting for a moment. Certain that Faith was still asleep, Buffy reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over Faith's breasts. She was very pleased with how quickly the nipples stiffened. Even asleep Faith responded to her touch.
With a giddy grin, Buffy crawled down her fellow slayer's body and cuddled close. She stole another peek before moving to gently suck at the breast pillowed near her cheek. *Mmmnn....* Her eyes fluttered shut. *So comfy.*
Wrapping an arm around the beautiful brunette, Buffy lazily traced little patterns on the slayer's silky skin. *Faithy's back is soft...so soft.* She sighed and started to drift off again still suckling.
["Dammit!"] Faith jumped then ducked as another vampire dove at her. ["B, watch out!"] They were being attacked from all sides. She couldn't get to Buffy. She couldn't save her. ["NO! BUFFY!... FUCK! LET HER GO!... B!"] She rushed over and caught the stricken blonde. ["B, please, please you can't die! Noooo! I love you... B...Buffy."]
Tears rolled down Faith's face as she clutched the smaller slayer. Then her dream changed and she was a carton of milk being drunk.
The brunette mumbled, "B, suck harder."
Faith's grumbles shook Buffy out of her light sleep. Squinting, she looked up, letting go of her prize. The nipple popped from her lips, wrinkled and pruned from so much sucking.
The blonde slayer scowled, grumpy to be awoken but uncertain of the culprit. She cast her eyes around the room. Nothing was out of place.
*Oh!* Buffy straightened up. *Uh-oh...Darn it.* Whimpering, she glanced at the pot. She had to go pee. But something about that pot mocked her now. She hated it. Plus, what if she fell. Faith would never let her live that down.
Buffy's grimace grew as she worriedly fidgeted. She definitely needed to go. *Don't want to.* She pouted while poking the other girl. *Make Faith help...need Faith again.*
The dark slayer awoke to the gentle jabs from her blonde companion.
"Faith...Faith...wake up, please."
"Huh?" Grunting, she peered up at Buffy. "What? What's wrong?"
"I have to..um." Biting her lip, the older girl lowered her eyes. "I need help again."
Faith frowned. Buffy wasn't drunk anymore. Why couldn't she go pee by herself? Growling, Faith got out of bed. "Fine. Come here."
Half asleep still, she stumbled over and crouched above the pot. The blonde stood next to her, waiting.
Rolling her eyes, Faith patted her lap. "C'mon." As Buffy tried to daintily situate herself, Faith grew impatient.
She none too gently adjusted the blonde, placing her in position while yawning. "There ya go. Now pee."
The small slayer wrinkled her brow in concentration.
"Come on, B. Not gettin' any younger here."
"I can't."
"Whaddya mean? ...geesh." Faith snorted and started to get up.
"No!" Buffy clung to her, whining, "I have to go."
"Well then go!"
"I can't if you're rushing me," the older girl griped and dug her nails into Faith's thighs.
"Ow! B, I swear--"
Her threat was interrupted by the faint tinkling sound of Buffy peeing.
"Finally," Faith muttered, completely irritated by the little blonde on her lap.
"Faith?"
"Hmm? What?"
"You're not grossed out, are you?" Buffy asked coyly while pressing herself back to provide a better view. She glanced up. Noting Faith's sudden interest, she spread her legs further apart. "See. I had to pee a lot." The blonde pouted and peeked back at the rogue slayer.
"Uh-huh... yeah, you did." Faith's tone had softened. She held Buffy more gently, cradling her.
"Done now." The announcement was made with some expectation on Buffy's part. She leaned back and waited.
Faith arched an eyebrow but went ahead and dabbed the blonde's pussy for her, touching the tissue lightly to the sensitive flesh while Buffy sat motionless. "There ya go, B." She stood Buffy up and snickered as the older girl lingered to watch her pee too. "Does farm boy know how kinky you are?"
That did it. Buffy marched off to the cot and laid down. Glaring back at the brunette one last time, she turned to face the wall.
Faith finished and cleaned up. She chuckled when she realized that Buffy was still nude. *Guess B forgot to claim drunkenness.*
Smirking, the dark slayer wandered over to peek at the timer. "Damn! How could that have only been twenty hours?!"
Buffy's mood darkened.
"So whaddya think? Those frickin' groupies of yours gonna figure out where ya went?" Faith snickered and laid back down, unprepared for the blonde slayer's sudden venom.
"I hate you! What are you doing?! You sleep somewhere else!" Buffy screeched, kicking Faith hard.
"What the--?!" Faith got her feet and dusted herself off. "No! No fucking way! I helped you pee. I'm laying on the bed. You don't like it?! You sleep on the floor!"
Pursing her bottom lip, the pretty blonde clambered from the cot. "Fine!"
Faith watched as Buffy sulkily took a seat on the cold concrete. Shaking her head, she spread out a blanket and picked the petite slayer up.
"Hey! Put me down!"
"Shhh B. Stop bitching for five seconds." Faith set her on the blanket. "I don't want you to catch a cold; that's all." When Buffy looked at her in confusion, she muttered, "Don't need you having something else to hate me for."
Buffy folded her arms over her chest as Faith climbed back onto the cot. "What are you doing?"
"Going back to sleep. Here." Tossing the deck of cards to Buffy, Faith instructed, "Play solitaire or something. Just stay quiet, got it?"
Buffy slowly set out the cards, stealing peeks at Faith and the nice, warm, comfy cot. She wanted to lay back down, but was determined not to ask. Scowling, she decided on a new tactic.
"Faith?"
The brunette grumbled. "Geez! What now?!"
"I feel kinda oogy. I think I'm hung-over." Buffy waited. "And I think I have a fever too." She touched her forehead.
"C'mere."
Nervously, Buffy approached. She sized up the easiest way to slide in behind Faith but didn't need to try. Her fellow slayer grabbed her and yanked her onto the cot.
"Now go back to sleep, B."
Shimmying up to the brunette, Buffy pressed her nude body to Faith's and grunted, "Hold me."
Without opening her eyes, Faith grinned. She pulled the older slayer close and held her tightly.
When Buffy awoke again, it was to find Faith laying out some food on the folding table. She groggily sat up and watched.
Buffy found herself so fascinated by the sight of the tough girl doing domestic chores that her eyes never left the scene... plus Faith was still naked.
"Ready to eat something?"
The husky voice startled her. She had been caught staring. Blushing profusely, the blonde looked past Faith and at the meal set out. Acting as if she cared, she grumpily asked, "What could possibly be worth eating in this dump?"
"B, c'mon. You need to try and eat. You're getting a little too skinny, babe."
Self-consciously, the blonde looked down at her body. "You think I'm too skinny?"
"Ugh.... No, B. That's not what I mean." Faith squatted down in front of Buffy, feeling frustrated. "I jus' worry about ya; that's all."
Buffy eyes narrowed as she slowly repeated Faith's words, "You. Worry about me." Her voice filled with doubt. "Since when?"
"Aargh! Never mind! Eat or don't. I don't give a damn!"
Embarrassed that the older slayer had almost drawn out an admission, Faith frowned and snatched up her plate.
*Screw her! I don't need these bullshit games!* Casting one last withering look at the blonde slayer, Faith took her dish to the far corner and slid down the wall. Sitting indian style on the floor, she picked up one of the comic books and read while she ate.
Buffy watched her for a moment, uncertain why she had been so bratty. With Faith it just came naturally, she guessed. There was no other explanation that she could think of. Something about the leather-clad bad girl always screamed trouble for her. Especially when Faith was being nice.
Overcome with guilt and the sudden strange urge to touch the brunette, Buffy tried to apologize. "Faith, I'm...I'm sorry. That's nice that you care."
"Yeah...huh?" Faith didn't look up. "Whatever." She continued to read her comic book, chuckling and turning the page.
Chewing her lip, Buffy's gaze dropped to Faith's very exposed pussy. With the younger girl sitting the way she was, nothing was left to the imagination. Nervously, Buffy scrambled from the cot and went to the table to eat.
What Faith had found for their meal was laid out so carefully, and the brunette had even folded the napkin into a little animal shape. *Looks like a swan.* Buffy cocked her head and smiled.
She tried again. "Faith, please come and eat with me."
Snorting, the dark-haired girl got to her feet and came back to the table. She glanced at Buffy slightly suspiciously as she took a seat.
"Faith, I just wanted to say," Without thinking about it, Buffy reached across the table and took Faith's hand. "Thanks...for this and last night."
Faith beamed at her, pulling her hand away as she blushed. "Yeah, my pleasure." Giving her typical cocky grin, she added, "Anytime."
Buffy wasn't so certain about that. She lowered eyes quickly, her cheeks coloring with shame. "Wow, this actually looks edible." Acting enthusiastic, she dug in.
The subtle change didn't go unnoticed, but Faith kept it to herself. She eyed Buffy quietly before returning to her rations. Picking at them, Faith thought about what their love-making really meant. Nothing. *Yeah, so you used me... duh! I know that, B... not stupid here.*
"Whatcha doin'?" Buffy grinned, crawling over to where the brunette sat flicking cards.
"Trying to make it into that box. See." Faith pulled the naked blonde onto her lap. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second as Buffy's silky bottom brushed along her thighs. *Dang.*
The older slayer wasn't any better off. Faith's move had caught her by surprise. Slipping between Faith's thighs, Buffy moaned and wiggled. "Oops." Giggling, she pressed herself back and gazed up at Faith. "You're so soft."
"And so are you." Faith gave her a kiss and pulled her close. "Okay B, here's the game. You make it into the...."
Buffy wasn't paying atttention. She was too busy absorbing the sensation of their nude bodies touching. *Mmmm...Faith's nipples are hard... and she's wet... oh god, so am I... mmmm...Faithy.*
Wearing a dreamy smile, she gazed back at the brunette.
"Okay, B. Here's your cards. You go first."
"What?"
Faith chuckled as she walked over to the box and picked up all the cards surrounding it, Buffy's cards. "Boy, your aim sure does suck. Are you only coordinated when it comes to slaying?"
Practically panting, Buffy stared open-mouthed while the sexy slayer grabbed the cards from inside the box too. Faith's nipples were so stiff, she just wanted to suck on them.
"Wanna play some more?"
"Uhhh...huh... yes.... Uh-huh." *Anything to sit on your lap, Faithy.*
Faith glanced at her strangely. "What's with you? You feeling okay?"
"Yes!" Buffy gave her a bright smile, answering a bit too loudly.
"Shit." Faith frowned, "Nahh, I don't think so. You've been acting weird all day. You're still sick, aren't you? Poor B, c'mere." She walked over to the cot and sat down, patting it. "You better lay down again for awhile."
"Okay!" Buffy jumped to feet as Faith stretched out on the cot and held out her arms. Trying to control her breathing, she climbed in next to the younger girl purposely rubbing her body along Faith's.
"Oh fuckkk...." Faith groaned.
"What? What'd I do?" Worriedly, Buffy peered up at her.
"Nothing B. I...uh... I just gotta...yunno?"
"No, I don't or I wouldn't have asked."
"Forget it." Faith started to get up.
"No!"
"Buffy, get off of me." Grimacing, the brunette desperately tried to peel the petite slayer from her body, but Buffy clung like a little leech.
"Nooo. Why? Where are you going?" Buffy held tight, whining, "Faith, I thought we were taking a nap together. I don't feel well, remember?" Grabbing the brunette's hand, she placed it on her forehead and made a pouty face.
"Aw geez, cut it out, willya?"
"No, not until you tell me why you won't hold me."
She soooo did not want Faith to get up, and she wasn't going to give in easily.
"Dammit! Cuz I'm too horny to sleep, okay?! Ya happy now?!"
Red-faced, Buffy scrambled off of her. "I...uh...sorry," she stammered, looking away as Faith got up.
"Shit. Thought so." Scowling, the brunette went across the room and sat down.
Buffy rolled on her side and pretended to sleep. Eventually, too frustrated to even attempt to be convincing, Buffy gave up and merely asked what she was dying to know. "So...um...what are you going to do while I...uh...nap."
"Masturbate, I guess. Hurry up and go to sleep, 'kay?"
Buffy's eyes got big. "Really?" Her breathing became labored as she stared at the brunette.
Faith shrugged in response.
"Oh. Alright." Licking her lips, Buffy continued to steal peeks at Faith before finally suggesting, "You can start now. I mean, you don't have to wait." Becoming nervous under Faith's steady gaze, she began to babble. "For me to sleep. You don't have to wait, 'cause I don't mind... so go ahead and touch yourself... if you want to."
Faith laughed but was intrigued. Half-joking, she asked, "What is it, B? You wanna watch me do it? You wanna watch me masturbate?"
"Okay."
...continued in part 11...