The Ride After
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: Season seven of BTVS.
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Everybody's pretty much called it a night I guess. All curled up in their crappy little spots. Not Buffy and me though.
I'm guessing with B it's her injury. For me it's that same old story. The after slay double h. Argh!
Don't get me wrong, I can hang with the hungry part no prob; but that horny side effect is the killer. And after battlin' that wicked shit back in Sunnydale it's really gettin' to me.
Of course, having B here suddenly wantin' to be chummy and hang close, ain't helpin' either. Not that normally I would complain about some quality B time but at the moment I got more pressing things to attend to, yunno.
Wonder if ole Woodie would consider pulling over to take a little break. Maybe, help me scratch that itch again. I hedge toward the window and start looking around. Trying to figure out if we're near a rest stop or somethin'.
B's right there with me. Damn, I can feel her scootin' down the backseat to get closer. When I glance back, she gives me a cute little smile and lowers her voice. "Don't want to wake the others. You don't mind, do you?"
Oh man, I can totally feel that warmth between my legs becoming an inferno. Fuck, she looks so fine right now. Ugh! I just shrug and sit back, trying not to look down her flimsy pajama top.
B giggles, practically jumping into my lap. "Good! `Cause I haven't yet told you about the time I was shot with this inviso-ray thingie. This is a funny one."
She holds out her licorice to offer me a bite then snuggles up with her blanket. She really is adorable all giddy and shit. I try and settle back and relax. Let her keep up her chatty cathy routine.
But for the record, cuddling with a super honey is so not the way to go if you wanna ease those post slay pangs. Kinda like rubbin' salt in an open wound. Just aggravates.
After a few seconds of her story, I'm all fidgety again. Don't think I can take anymore. Not with her hot little body all pressed up against me like it is now.
I can actually feel my jeans getting wet in the crotch. The scent of my arousal mixing with sweet, delicate Buffy smell is makin' my head spin.
Fuck. I gotta get up before B notices it.
"Sorry B, you're gonna have to finish that one later." Pushing her off, I climb over the seat ready to make a beeline to Wood, but Buffy grabs me.
"Hey, that was rude."
Whoa! She's actually pissed. Now what? Blow her off? Or do I tell her that I'm so friggin' horny if she doesn't let go I'll throw her down and fuck her little brains out? Hmm... decisions.
I improvise. "I have to go to the bathroom." Damn, I can't keep eye contact. She knows I'm lying.
"Faith, if we're going to make this friendship work, you're going to have to start trusting me." She pauses then asks. "What is it, really?"
Fine. She asked for it.
"It's cuz I'm totally horny, alright? Way wicked horny. I jus' need to get some."
B's still holding my arm but definitely less pissed. "That's it? That's why you always run off and leave me?"
"Well yeah. Whaddya think?"
"I don't know. I knew that was it some of the time but.." She seems kinda lost in thought.
Meanwhile, I'd really like my arm back.
"Look, the sooner I take care of this, the sooner I'll be back, okay?"
"Faith, sit back down." Buffy tugs me toward her.
Shit, it's that Wood guy. I knew it. Now she's gonna tell me that she does have a thing for him or somethin'. Fuck. Why everyone but me?
"Come on, sit down."
Reluctantly I give in, prepared to hear some sorta lecture. But instead Buffy leans up and whispers in my ear. "If I help you with that, will you stay here with me all night?"
Holy shit! Wishful thinking can make you hallucinate. Gotta shake my head, an' try and clear it a little.
"Is that a no?" B's warm breath is ticklin' my ear.
"Huh? No. I mean, yes." Well that was smooth. But lucky for me it doesn't seem to matter. B's already scoping the scene.
She seems satisfied that we won't be caught and leans back to ask, "Will you be able to though?" blushing now, "You know, be satisfied, if I.. I just use my hand."
I'm breathing pretty heavy now. "Yeah. Yeah, that'll work."
"You can't run off after, though. Promise."
"I won't. I swear."
I watch as hot little B holds up the blanket, shielding us. Quickly, I undo my pants.
Christ. I can hardly believe this. B's gonna get me off! My hands are shaking slightly as I slip the pants off. Tossing them to the side, I whisper. "Ready."
B lowers the blanket and shimmies up, nice and close so she's practically half on top of me. Seems like a good time to do somethin' I've been dyin' for. Dipping my head down, I capture her lips with mine.
Mmmm... heaven... totally.
I can feel her sigh and relax in my arms as I very gently move my mouth over hers.
Dang, her lips are like velvety soft and they pucker perfectly each time we kiss. Heck, who woulda thought it? But B's one hell of a good kisser. I think I'm gonna melt just from this.
Sliding my tongue over hers, I suck lightly to get a good taste. I wanna savor this, yunno. Wanna remember her flavor. Case it never happens again.
Delicious. She tastes like candy. I always suspected she'd be a sweet treat, jus' maybe not literally. I laugh a little at the thought and she pulls back.
Damn, I totally got a head rush. I must really need to get off before I faint or somethin'. Glancing back at Buffy, I notice her chest heaving then the hurt look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" she whispers breathlessly. Fuck.
"Sorry. Nothin', B... I swear. That was great but uh... ya think we can get in a quickie first? Yunno, make-out later?"
Her brow scrunches up, and she has this slightly irritated expression as she nods. "Fine. But lower your voice a little." Worriedly, she scans the seats in front of us before turning back. She's stalling. "What's going to happen when we get to Cleveland?"
"Cleveland?" Fuck, didn't know that's where we're headed.
"The other hellmouth."
I shrug. "Dunno. Not really into doin' hellmouths anymore, B. Might bail before that."
"Oh." She stares off again, really quiet now.
"Hey B, did you forget?" I point down at my crotch. "C'mon, you promised. Gimme some touch before I burst."
Buffy gives one of her patented scowls. Guess she found my abruptness crude or somethin'. At this point I'm beyond caring. I'm so heated up and this goddamn blanket ain't helpin' matters, but I know she'll freak if we're not covered during this.
Grabbing her gently, I hold her so she can't back away. "C'mon, babe. Don't chicken out on me now. I need you."
Must be a sobering thought for her, 'cause B suddenly blinks and nods. Whew! That was a close one.
I think I see her gulp before she replies in a hushed voice, "Lay back so I can...you know." She's blushing so cute.
"Sure."
"Faith, spread your legs more."
You bet! I lay back and open 'em nice and wide. Her fingers soon follow. Tracing up the inside of my thigh, she meets the sticky mess that's streaming fairly steady now.
"Omigod!" Her startled yelp makes me grin.
"Told ya that I needed this," I mutter, watching as she closes her eyes.
Licking my lips, I focus on B's hot little bod. Dang, I want her.
"B, if you want..um after.. I'll... you know, return the favor."
Her eyes pop open. She's panting. "I don't know... I mean, we shouldn't... I--."
"Shhh...it's cool. Whatever."
Buffy looks extra anxious now. The wheels are turning. I can see it. She's still caressing my thighs when she leans in and whispers, "Maybe."
Oh fuck. Her fingers are sliding along my slit. I groan and she climbs completely on my lap, straddling me.
"Faith, kiss me again."
Hell yes. I grab the little vixen and lay one on her. She's whimpering against my lips. It's so cute. Goddamn, I love this girl.
"Faith. Faith."
"What?" I'm rubbing the crotch of her pjs, and she soaking my fingers right through 'em. Her being so wet for me is driving me nuts.
"We have to be quiet."
"Yeah. Shhh... quiet as mice. See."
She starts to giggle. Awww Buffy, I wanna go down on you so bad. I have to hold that thought when I feel her slip two fingers in me. She's gotten suddenly bold.
My eyes roll back and I squeeze her tight against me. "That's it, B. Fuck me."
She has the sexiest look on her face. Surprise and somethin' else. Not sure what's going on with her, but mainly cuz she's started moving her fingers now. Fuckkkk! B!!!!
"Is this okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" She's rocking her hips against me as she pumps her fingers in and out. I barely hear what's she asked. Takes me a minute to respond.
"Huh? No. No. Not all. That feels good." I hardly can get out the words when I feel her thumb circling my clit. Oh christ! Dropping my head down, I bury my face against her neck. I'm too far gone to make sure I keep looking cool during this.
Jesus! This is incredible. Buffy Summers is fuckin' me, and she's got mad skills to boot!
Now B's pressing against me, trying to hump my leg I think. Yessss! Do it, B! Rub your hot little pussy against me!
"Faith?"
"Ye...yeah?" Did my voice just crack? Ugh! "Yeah, what?"
"I want you to...to do this to me."
Oh god! That did it. I'm cumming. And I mean hard. My whole body tenses and I shudder against her as a gush of fluid soaks her hand and the whole goddamn backseat I think. Holy fuck, this is a wickedly intense orgasm!
"Faith... Faithy? Did you--?" Buffy's kissing my ear and whispering something.
"What?" I gasp. "Whassup?"
"You just did, didn't you?" She's totally smiling.
Dang, how funny. I think she's more excited about it than me.
"Yeah B. I got off." Giving her a grin, I ask, "Ready for me to do you?"
Fear again. I can see it. She's squirming off my lap, less certain.
"I think so." She's all checking the seats ahead of us once more.
"B, no one's looking." I slip my hand into her damp pj bottoms before she can stop me.
"Oh...oh my....mmmmm Faith." Buffy whimpers against my neck. She's playing with my hair. I like that.
"Lay down, babe. Okay?"
When she doesn't object I place her along the seat and tug off her bottoms. That's the stuff. That's what I've been craving.... Buffy cream. I spread her thighs apart and smile up at her.
Fuck. She's trembling.
"Faith, are you sure you want to?"
Only since the day I laid eyes on ya. "Yeah B, it's cool."
Lowering my lips to her sticky little twat, I get my first taste of Buffy. Whoa! They should put this stuff in jars. Goddamn, she tastes good. I run my tongue along the inside of her pussy lips, catching as much of the tasty cum as I can before I start sucking on her clit.
Damn, this more of a turn on even than her doing me. I'm into it big time. In fact, I'm so into it that it takes me awhile to notice that she's moaning kinda loud. Oh shit!
I lift my lips away. "B, shhhhh."
"Sorry...sorry.... It's just that...oh god, Faith, your mouth on my--"
"Yeah, I know. I'm really diggin' it too. Ya jus' need to cover your mouth or somethin', okay?"
"Okay. But don't stop, please."
Eagerly, I return to the treat. Sweet Buffy pussy. Mmmm.
This time I just lap at her until she's biting her own arm.
Fairly quick, I feel her quivering. Buffy's cumming in my mouth and it's hot! So friggin' hot!
I grab onto her so she can't wiggle away until I lick every drop from her.
"Faith please...please stop. No more... I can't."
Wow, I think she's crying.
"B, you alright?"
"Uh-huh." She's wiping at her eyes and laughing a little. "I feel like an idiot but other than that."
Awww. "Hey, I get it. I was seeing stars too for a sec there, yunno?" I wink.
She's smiling again and reaching for me. "That was really amazing...thank you."
I slide onto the seat next to Buffy, and she rolls on top of me. The girl has a thing for clinging to me I guess. Cool by me though. I give her a kiss and lean back. A cigarette would be nice.
"Faith?"
"Huh?"
"You won't leave, will you?"
"Nahhh." Fuck no! Never! Never ever. Wild horses couldn't drag me from her now. She's finally my girl; I can tell.
Besides, I know. Buffy doesn't just have sex with anyone. It means something to her. I know it sure meant a hell of a lot to me.
B smiles and closes her eyes, mumbling, "Sleepy now."
Damn, that hellmouth in Cleveland is lookin' good all of a sudden.