Return To Sunnydale
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
PART 21 - Buffy Has A Surprise
"Faith, behind you!" One of the Council called out tossing her a sword.
The sultry slayer ducked, catching the sword and spinning around. She hopped to her feet and lopped the last vampire's head off.
"How'd I do, Q?" Grinning she sheathed the sword and followed the others out.
"Excellent Faith. But next time I'd like to bring Miss Summers along." The head watcher held the door for her.
"Not necessary. I can handle myself."
"Yes. I can see that. It's more to get a sense of how the two of you work together. You both have different styles. I imagine you complement each other well." Quentin tapped the glass partition to signal the driver.
Faith peered out the window. "If you're wondering, B always got the better of me. No need to bring her around to prove it. I'll just admit it and save you the trouble."
Travers studied the younger slayer in silence. If she didn't come around soon, he'd have to tell Buffy to go back home and assign Faith to somewhere other than Sunnydale. It wouldn't be prudent for him to force the slayers together.
Faith walked past Buffy's room for like the tenth time, but the little slayer still wasn't in there. *Shit! Where is she?* Strolling out to the garden, she found Quentin and several of the other Councilmen caught up in a lively discussion.
"Hello Faith, are you ready for your afternoon calisthenics?" Mr. Travers smiled up at the pretty brunette.
"Uh yeah, sure… Hey, um… where's Buffy?" Faith asked, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Oh Miss Summers went to the airport." One of the younger watchers, James offered.
Her heart sank. "The airport?"
Buffy carefully snapped the tiny overalls on the monkey before giving him a kiss. "Okay, are you ready to see your other mommy?"
Mr. Peepers raced to his bags and removed one of his dolls, which he clutched nervously before nodding. Yes, he was ready. Mr. Peepers took Buffy's hand to follow her out.
Faith flipped through the comic book one last time before finally resigning herself to search for Buffy. Tossing the magazine aside, she pulled on her boots and headed down the hall.
First, she should check out back again then it was off to the airport. *What if B went back to Sunnydale?* Faith snorted. "Guess she was full of crap after all?"
Throwing open the patio door, Faith was greeted by quite a surprise. Mr. Peepers screeched, scampering over to her quickly. "Hey little guy." The brunette scooped him up with a smile. "What are you doing here?!" She kissed the tiny monkey as he clung to her, squeaking with excitement.
Buffy sauntered over, initially uncertain but now grinning from ear to ear. "He missed you, and since you said that you're not going back to Sunnydale, I thought this might be his only chance to see you."
Faith shot her an annoyed look before lifting Mr. Peepers and putting him on her shoulders. "There ya go. Wanna go out back? You can see the ponies." Faith took the delighted little monkey out toward the stables.
Buffy stayed inside, watching from the windows. "So was she happy to see him?" Willow asked, as her and Tara walked over to the slayer.
"I think so. She took him out to see the horses." Buffy gave them a small smile. "I don't know what to do. I know you two keep saying it will take time, but for me it's already been forever. It's like I can't wait any longer. I love her, and I know she loves me too. Why can't we just get past all of this and get on with our life together?"
"I'm sure Faith is having some trust issues. That tape wasn't exactly reassuring to a girl as insecure as Faith." Tara spoke softly, taking in the little blonde's surprised reaction.
"Faith isn't insecure. She always struts around. Haven't you noticed?" Buffy mumbled the last part with a smile. "It's what makes her so sexy."
"Buffy, that's just it. It's a façade. It's for show. I can't believe you buy into that. Faith is extremely insecure. Especially, when it concerns you." Willow led the little blonde into her room. "You really need to slow down, and let the trust build up again. Faith doesn't respond well to pressure. We all know that. So promise you'll back off a bit, okay?"
Sighing heavily, the pretty slayer nodded as she sat down and watched while the two witches unpacked the tiny monkey's extensive wardrobe.
Quentin took a seat next to the beautiful brunette who seemed rather preoccupied with gazing at the older slayer. The small girl was scampering around on the grass with the two witches and their monkey, playing some form of tag. Quentin shook his head slightly before speaking. "Faith, do you have a moment? I'd like to discuss your assignment with you before the Council votes."
"Uh. Yeah, what's up?" Faith half turned toward him, unable to completely tear her eyes away from Buffy.
"A decision is going to be made on where to assign you. Miss Summers has already stated her wish for you to return to Sunnydale, but we have yet to ask you. Have you decided?"
Faith glanced back over at Buffy and Mr. Peepers. "Yeah, I've decided."
"Faith, are you ready to go patrolling?" Giles stood at the door waiting.
"Yeah, hang on." The brunette grabbed up her crossbow and followed him out. "Where to?"
"Buffy said that she'd meet us at Restfield Cemetery." He checked his watch. "I believe we're running a little late."
Faith snorted, waving her hand. "B, can take care of herself." No sooner did the younger slayer make the statement then she saw Buffy being thrown against a headstone. "Fuck! B!"
Faith lowered her crossbow and took aim, dusting the first one. With a shout she rushed the remaining vamps while Giles pulled the semi-conscious blonde to safety.
"You bastards! I'm gonna make you suffer!" Unsheathing her sword, the brunette carefully began slicing into the unruly vamps, relishing each scream.
"Faith, hurry it up, please!" Giles called out impatiently.
Spinning around, Faith decapitated them with ease. "Not so tough now, are ya?!" She rushed over to Buffy's side. "B? B, are you okay?"
Buffy opened one eye, peering at the panicked brunette. "I think so." Whimpering, she touched at the cut on her head.
"I'm so sorry we were late. It was all my fault. You almost got killed. I'm so sorry." Faith was near tears as she gently lifted the little slayer in her arms. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you take me home?" Buffy weakly requested.
Giles struggled not to roll his eyes. She sure was laying it on thick for Faith. In fact the watcher wasn't entirely convinced that the whole event wasn't staged to begin with. The group seemed to be a very easy bunch of vampires. Faith dusted them almost instantly. For Buffy to let them get the better of her… well, it just didn't fit. However, his younger slayer seemed to be buying into it.
Better if he could steer clear of the whole deception. Giles glanced from one slayer to another. "Faith, if you think you can handle this from here, I'll leave you to it. Just see that Buffy gets home please."
"Yeah, no problem." Faith handed her watcher the crossbow then gently adjusted Buffy in her arms to carry her home. "It's okay B. I'll take care of you."
Faith laid Buffy on her bed and went to get the first aid kit while Mrs. Summers worriedly rushed in. "Buffy, what happened?!"
The blonde lifted her fingers to her lips. "Shhh… I'm okay, mom. Go to bed please."
Joyce frowned as she watched the younger woman quickly come back in and fuss over her daughter. "Buffy! You know how I feel about these kind of things." Mrs. Summers wagged her finger before leaving.
Faith glanced over, confused. "What's she mad about?"
"Um… I think it's because I got hurt… you know, how she gets." Buffy immediately whimpered to distract Faith. "Owww! They scratched my side too, Faithy." The little slayer pouted as she lifted her shirt to reveal several deep gashes on her side.
"Awww.. here, lemme get that." Faith very tenderly removed Buffy's shirt and dabbed at the cuts.
"I feel all grimy. Will you help me wash up? I wanna take a bath." The pretty little blonde stuck her bottom lip out. "I'm so sore. I don't know if I can manage by myself." She lowered her eyes and batted her lashes. "Please, Faith."
The brunette paused for a moment. There seemed to be something artificial about Buffy's behavior. But before she had time to consider it, Buffy groaned loudly. "Yeah, okay. I'll help you."
Buffy leaned back in the tub, artfully watching as Faith tended to each of her scratches. "There. I think they're clean enough. When you get out I'll put antiseptic on them. How's your head?"
"I feel a little woozy still. Will you stay over tonight? You can call Giles and tell him that you won't be in until the morning." She smiled prettily, batting her eyelashes as Faith regarded her.
"Yeah, alright. Hurry up and finish your bath." The brunette got up, slightly annoyed.
"Aren't you going to wash my hair?" Buffy peered up at the younger girl. "Pleassseee."
"You can wash your own hair." Faith threw down the sponge and went to use the phone.
Scowling, the little slayer grabbed the shampoo bottle and began washing out her golden locks. "Can't believe she just walked out." Buffy muttered in frustration.
Faith paced around in Buffy's bedroom. *What am I doing?! She's totally playing me, and I'm letting her! Fuck!* The brunette kicked at the floor and dug her hands further into her pockets.
Trying to work up her resolve to leave, the younger slayer gathered up her stuff and headed down the stairs. She was at the front door before Buffy called out.
Faith hesitated for just a moment, but it was long enough for the little blonde to make it into the hall.
"Faith, you promised to stay." Buffy complained bitterly when she caught the brunette trying to leave.
"Argh! Fine! I'm staying. Go back into your room before your mom comes out." Faith threw down her jacket and went back up the stairs. She shut Buffy's door quietly and turned around prepared to let Buffy have it, but pretty little blonde was already under the covers wearing a sweet smile.
"Thank you so much for staying over. I didn't want to have to wake my mom, but I really shouldn't be alone." She scooted over and patted the bed.
Faith rolled her eyes but began to undress. "Just keep your hands to yourself."
"I will. I promise." Buffy's smirked holding up her hands.
Flicking off the light, Faith climbed into Buffy's bed wearing only her tank top and panties. She lay very still waiting for the naughty blonde to pounce. To her chagrin, Buffy didn't move from her side.
Faith listened to the older girl's heavy breathing, slightly confused. *What's she doin'?!* Lifting the blanket, Faith peered under to see Buffy touching herself. *Fuck!* She dropped the covers down and lay still for a moment before curiosity got the better of her. Picking the blanket back up, she peeked under, thrilled to see how wet Buffy was. Licking her lips, Faith moaned softly as the little slayer spread her legs further apart. *Damn!*
She couldn't hold back any longer. Throwing back the comforter and sheets, Faith crawled between Buffy's legs and gazed down. She was still fascinated by the site of Buffy masturbating, and the bratty blonde knew it.
"Faith, don't you want to? Pleasssseee… just once… pleasssseee… I so want you." Buffy's voice was hoarse with desire. "Please Faithy… I missed you.. sooooo much."
Faith glanced up her, dazed. "Shhhhh…" Slowly, she lowered her mouth to Buffy's silky pussy lips and kissed.
*OH MY GOD!… YESSSSS!* Buffy arched up into Faith's mouth and tangled her hands into the soft wavy locks that now tickled the inside of her thighs. "Oh Faith…ahhhh… ahhh… suck me…mmm yesssss… right there… oh please… oh baby… harder… ohhh…ohhh…oh yesss… fuck me, please… mmmm… Faithy… I need you…pleaseeee… oh pleaseeee… do it…" Groaning, she clung hard to the younger girl. Not above begging at this point, Buffy whimpered and thrashed about. She so needed to be fucked and fucked hard.
Faith growled, throwing Buffy down and sliding two fingers inside of her. She almost fainted at the pleasure it gave her to feel the hot, soft walls clutching at her fingers. "Damn, B!" She buried her face against the smaller girl's neck as she roughly fucked her to tears.
One last whimper and convulsion and Buffy fell back against the bed panting and grinning. "I love you."
Faith gazed down at her and smiled, "Good night, B."
They were awoken early by Mr. Peepers. The little monkey had snuck into the room with his Barbie dolls and was laying between them playing.
Faith rolled over yawning. "Dang!" She cursed when she saw what the monkey was playing with. "Buffy, why does he have Barbie dolls?!"
"He likes them." The little blonde pouted. "You're not going to be all mean Faithy about it and take them away, are you?"
"Dang it! Can't he at least play with boy dolls?! Why do you insist on making him a sissy?!"
"I'm not! He has a Ken doll and a Spiderman. I guess he just likes the girl dolls better." Buffy lifted the tiny monkey from her bed, sticking her tongue out at Faith. Mr. Peepers screeched and copied his blonde mommy, and stuck his tongue out too.
"Oh you think that's funny?!" Faith grabbed Buffy pulling her back into the bed causing both her and Mr. Peepers to squeal with delight. "Come on Mr. Peepers. Help me tickle Buffy." Faith pinned the little blonde down while the monkey reached around and tickled his mommy wherever he could reach.
"Faith, stop it." Buffy struggled only for a moment before finally falling back and letting her girlfriend and baby monkey tickle her into a giggling frenzy. "Okay, I give up."
"See, Mr. Peepers. She's not so tough." Faith laughed as she scooped the hyper little monkey up and headed for the door. "Hey and why's he wearing a dress?"
"It's not a dress. It's a nightshirt." Buffy threw her pillow, hitting the door as Faith slipped out.
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Buffy called out, giving Faith a quick kiss before leaving the kitchen. When she opened the door, the little slayer felt faint. Riley was standing on the porch.
"Hi, I heard you were back. I thought we could talk." He held out the roses he had brought her.
Buffy glanced back toward the kitchen. "Not now." She spoke through gritted teeth as she stepped out onto the porch. "You know your timing really sucks."
"I'm sorry about the last time when I was over. You were too drunk. I shouldn't have done what I did. I'd like to make it up to you." The farm boy sat down on the porch swing.
"You want to make it up to me? Then leave. Faith is here with me. I love her, and we're trying to make this work so if you actually care at all about me you'll just go."
"I can't do that Buffy. She's obviously up to something." Riley tried taking her hand, but the slayer pulled away.
"Riley, please leave."
The front door opened and Faith stepped out holding Mr. Peepers. "I think she asked you to leave." Faith gently set the monkey down as the soldier stood.
"I don't know what spell you've put her under, but I'm going to get her back. She belongs with me." Riley lifted his fists.
"I don't think so. Buffy's my girlfriend now. So get lost before I kick your ass all the way back to Iowa!" The dark slayer shoved him causing Riley to stumble backwards. Mr. Peepers screeched and threw his Barbie at the soldier.
Stepping between them, Buffy held up her hands. "Stop it, both of you!" She turned to Riley. "There's nothing for us to talk about. I'm with Faith now, and that's final. Riley, we're finished. It's over between you and me. And if you come around again, I'll let Faith kick your butt, do you understand?"
The soldier glared at both the slayers before backing away. "Fine! It's over then Buffy! I'm leaving town tonight!"
"I guess you're a little slow. Cause the answer to that is GOOD! You frickin' idiot!" Faith edged toward him, but Buffy still held her back.
Riley glanced from the slayers to the screeching monkey, shaking his head. "You've made your choice." He stumbled away, muttering.
"Yes, I have." Buffy turned and gave Faith a brilliant smile. "I love you."
The brunette picked her up and kissed her hard. "I guess I should say that I love you too, right?"
A frown played across Buffy's beautiful features. "Only if you mean it."
Faith tilted her head to the side as if thinking, "Hmmm… Okay, I thought about it."
"What?" The little blonde swatted at her in annoyance, pouting.
"I love you too, Buffy Summers. You and your sissy monkey."
A brilliant smile settled across Buffy's face and Mr. Peepers clapped as the two slayers kissed again.