Test of Love
by Finding Faith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to Mutant
Enemy and others.
Author's Notes: This is a follow-up to my series "Triumph of Love."
After reading some of your feedback, and after re-reading the ending
of "Triumph" myself, I felt like there were things left unresolved.
Things still seemed conflicted. So I started writing this, if only
for my own piece of mind, and what did I find? Even *more* conflict!
It probably won't be very long . . . well, I'm just going to shut up
and let you read it now. Oh, and if you haven't read "Triumph", this
will make no sense. So, you should read that first.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
"Why?"
The question was spoken out into the noiseless room. And that was the question wasn't it? Why?
Buffy felt her stomach lurch. They were laying in bed, on their sides. With Faith pressed up behind, spooning Buffy. Her left arm around the tiny torso. Faith in a tank top and sweat pants; Buffy in a small t-shirt and under-ware. They were under a light sheet.
They were in Buffy's old room. Yep, back in Sunnydale. They had been for about two weeks now. Joyce had offered that Faith move in with them, so she wouldn't have to go back to her motel room. The offer was accepted. Things were going smoothly with the gang. Or as smoothly as they could. Whenever everybody was around, the two slayers would just try to keep it cool, keep their distance from each other. Neither of them knew if they were glad or disappointed that this was easier than they thought it would be.
They hadn't talked about it. They needed to and they hadn't. It was still a cloud above both their heads. Or, more appropriately, the cloud was between them. Faith figured she'd wait until the right time to bring it up. Turns out, there is no right time for something like this.
Buffy had brought the brunette's hand up to her mouth from where it lay on her waist and had started placing light kisses all over the fingertips and palm, and down the wrist. How that would usually make Faith warm and tingly inside, it just made her ache. Because she knew she'd have to stop it. Have to stop where it would lead. She tried to think of the most delicate way to start the inevitable conversation. Thus, why. Probably the simplest question with the most complex meaning behind it ever. She felt Buffy tense as soon as the word left her mouth.
The blonde took a deep, shaky breath and let out a stuttered sound. Like she was about to say something then thought better of it. She couldn't think of why. And the fact that she couldn't probably hurt her more than anything else. That she had almost thrown the best thing in her life away for no good reason at all was haunting. She knew the reason it happened. She knew why she had went out by herself. She knew that she had gotten drunk. But, would that excuse it? No. Before her thoughts could go any further, Faith spoke again.
"B," she brought her hand back to Buffy's waist and rubbed it in tiny circles, she brushed her lips across the back of her shoulder to let the blonde know that she wasn't mad. That she just wanted to talk. "B, we need to talk about this." 'Well, now is as good a time as any,' she thought.
"I . . . I don't . . ." but she was cut off by the burning in her throat and the tremble in her lip.
Faith lifted her upper body up and put her head in her right hand, leaning on her elbow. She bent over Buffy a little and saw her eyes glistening in the light that was filtering in through the window.
Buffy felt Faith looking at her but didn't look back. She couldn't. "I'm so sorry Faith," she managed to get out before the tears spilled down from her eyes. Her breath hitched on every inhale as she began to cry.
"Shh, I know. I know." She pulled the shaking blonde closer to her. "I know you're sorry. And I forgive you." She leaned down and kissed her shoulder again. "Don't cry B. I just . . . I need to know what happened. Just . . ." her teeth clenched a little against her will, "tell me what happened that night." Though she knew it would hurt her to hear it, she was surprised at how much she needed to know what went on.
Buffy took a few moments to collect herself and her thoughts. She wiped the tears away. She felt Faith holding her tight. 'Why did she have to ask now,' she thought. 'Why when we are in bed, when we are so close?' She knew she would have a hard time speaking about it when Faith was holding her. She didn't say anything about it though. Faith had the right to know and she was surprised that the younger girl hadn't asked sooner.
"Faith I . . . that day, it was right after I had come back from Sunnydale. And I was feeling miserable. I got back to the apartment after work and I . . . you weren't there and I was really lonely." She felt Faith lips on her shoulder again. 'God, don't kiss me now,' she thought. 'Not through this.'
What she didn't know was that Faith had kissed her to prevent herself from making some jerk comment about the blonde's choice of cure for that loneliness. Anger would not help right now. Buffy continued.
"I decided I would just go out. Try to have some fun or something. I figured by the time I got back you would just be getting in anyway." She paused, wondering if Faith had anything to say yet. But quickly started again when the silence roared. "I went to that same club we did before. I was having fun at first. Just dancing. But then he . . . that guy came in. That same one that was-"
"The one that was hitting on you before. I know." Faith's voice was mild, but it veiled her emotions. She was starting to feel sick. The tension in the room rose.
Buffy started to choke up again. "Faith, maybe I shouldn't-"
"Buffy." The word was harsh, and it was accompanied by Faith tightening her hold around the blonde's middle, tugging her closer roughly.
"Okay. Okay Faith. I'm sorry."
"I know! You said that already." Things were starting to slip. She softened her voice to continue. "Please . . . just tell me what," and she was about to say 'you did,' but quickly changed her mind, "he did."
At this pointed, Buffy was scared not to continue. "He kept buying me drinks. We started talking. Well, he talked mostly. But I was trying to be polite. His name wa-" she was cut off.
"Shh. I don't want to know that." And she didn't.
Buffy mentally kicked herself. 'God, what the fuck am I doing? Of course she's not going to want to know that.' She kept talking.
"I started feeling buzzed. But it was good, because I was forgetting about everything I was miserable about. I kept drinking. He . . . uh, it's hard to remember. I think he was the one that said I should go home. Said I was over doing it. He said he'd walk me." She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "God Faith, by the time I got outside and everything hit me, I was so drunk. I can't even remember the walk home. Or how I even remembered how to get there in the shape I was in."
Faith had figured as much. She had smelled the alcohol on the blonde when she had walked in that night. But she kept quiet during Buffy's pause.
"Anyway, the next thing I remember is being in the apartment. And he was there 'cuz he had come in before I could say goodbye. So I offered him some coffee or water, and asked if he wanted to call a cab to get home. But he . . . uh, . . . he didn't answer . . . pulled me into the bed room . . . kissed . . . he started kissing me." Her voice was breaking up. Faith was holding her impossibly closer and she was starting to feel suffocated. By Faith, by the situation, by her own words. "H-he was . . . d-doing that and I- I couldn't . . . I was just standing there. Shocked I guess . . . drunk, and," she let out a short sob. "He . . . it was so fast. I was on the bed a-and I told him I couldn't, but he . . . he, and then he was pushing himself on me. But it was like I couldn't even fight it. I didn't s-stop him. Faith I . . . he, but then I heard you coming in and I was scared and thankful all at the same time. And I . . . your face Faith. Your face . . ."
And she couldn't hold herself together anymore. She started bawling, and she turned around in Faith's arms and buried her face in the younger girl's shoulder. "I'm so sorry . . . I'm sorry . . . so sorry Faith. I never meant it." she sobbed, over and over, almost hysterically.
Faith held and rocked her. Not knowing what to think, or to feel, or to say. She tried to muffle Buffy's cries though. The last thing they needed was Buffy's mother running up there all panicked and looking for explanation. Nobody knew about this.
Faith's anger grew as Buffy continued weeping onto her shoulder. That asshole. That fucking asshole. She had known that Buffy was drunk, but she didn't know it was like that. It was practically . . .
Her body suddenly surged with rage. She grabbed Buffy's shoulders and drew her up to look in her eyes. "Did he hurt you?" She was hissing through her teeth. "Did that bastard hurt you?" She thought back. Buffy hadn't been screaming or anything when she had walked in. She continued, "Because if it was rape then-"
"No, Faith, I didn't-"
"But if you know his name we could-"
"No Faith. I don't want to get into that. I could have stopped him. I'm a slayer remember." She hugged the brunette close to her, trying to calm her down. "I don't want to get into that," she repeated. And she didn't. She brought her hands up to where Faith held her shoulders in a death grip and took the hands in her own. "I just want to put it all behind us." She sniffled, and wiped tears from her eyes. "I just need you Faith. I need you to love me." She looked up and Faith was looking over her shoulder, still seething. She brought her hand to the brunette's cheek and brought the brown eyes down to meet her own. The fury was melting away from them. "Just love me," she whispered out. Faith nodded, and then pressed her lips to Buffy's forehead.
"I do, B. I do."
"Good, because I love you too," Buffy said, in all seriousness.
They were quiet for a while. Buffy kept stroking Faith's back. She could still feel the uneasiness in the taller girl's body.
The anger was still simmering in Faith's gut. She couldn't stand it. What was meant to be a thought, came out of her mouth. "I just can't stand the thought of someone else touching you."
Buffy kept her face down and started kissing Faith's chest, below her neck. "It'll never ever happen again." She moved up towards the collar bone. "Only you Faith, only you." Her kisses became more fevered as she continued moving up. But Faith hardly noticed it.
"It makes me so-" but then suddenly Buffy's lips were on hers unexpectedly. She was too caught up in her own thoughts. The blonde was pushing her tongue into her mouth. She put her hands on Buffy's shoulders and gently pushed her back. "B, wait-" but Buffy came at her again, kissing her chin and her cheek and her neck.
Buffy all at once had the tremendous need to make love with Faith. To feel her deep inside. She needed, needed, needed. It had been so, so long. "Faith . . . Faith, I can't wait," she mumbled out, while sucking the flesh of the brunette's neck, and tugging on the hem of her shirt. "I . . . I need you to touch me Faith. Need to touch you. Feel you . . ."
Faith grasped the blonde's wrists from her shirt and held them back. "I can't B, not-" but she was cut off again by Buffy's mouth on hers.
"Please, I . . . make love with me Faith," she said breathlessly between kisses. "We haven't in weeks. I . . . I want you so bad." Kisses, all over as she fought Faith's grip on her hands.
"Buffy, no!" She abruptly grabbed the shorter girl above the elbows and spun her around, so they were facing the same way again. She held the blonde tight to her until she stopped squirming. "I can't B. Not tonight." She was surprised at how calm her voice was. But she really couldn't. Not while she was still thinking about . . .
"Why?" Buffy asked, clearly frustrated.
"I just can't. I'm too upset. I keep thinking about . . . him," she spat out the word. "Putting his hands on you." God why was she doing this? She thought it was over with for tonight. She could still feel Buffy half-heartedly trying to pull from her grasp. And she thought about it. How he had looked at Buffy's ass that first night. She felt her temper rising, bubbling. She slid her hand up to the blonde's shoulder and gripped it tightly. She brought her mouth to her ear. Her voice was low.
"You know, I almost killed him that night." The image of him pulling his pants on as quickly as he could came into her mind. "I came so close," she whispered and her eyes slid shut. She thought about the fear in his eyes when she stood over him. The rage was controlling her now, no longer thinking with her mind. Her hand slid up around Buffy's neck loosely.
"Nobody touches you. You understand that? You're mine." Her voice was heated. But not in a way that turned Buffy on. In a way that frightened her. The blonde suddenly went absolutely still.
What was she doing? She didn't know. She thought of the man gathering his clothes. She slid her hand down to Buffy's waist, and then up under her shirt. Still holding her tightly.
"Faith?" Buffy called out, quietly, timidly. When Faith didn't answer she realized that the dark-haired girl wasn't with her. She was some place else. Thinking of bad things. Suddenly Faith's hand was on her breast. The hand was gentle at first.
"You're mine," she repeated, heated again. The gentleness disappeared and she suddenly squeezed the breast very violently. Buffy gasped out in shock, in pain. "This is mine," her voice harsh, directly into the blonde's ear. Buffy whimpered as she felt Faith's hand slide back down.
Faith was gone, lost, in the anger, the pain. She thought about the guy putting his pants on, grabbing his clothes, looking at Buffy's, her Buffy's, ass. She shoved her hand into Buffy's under-ware and gripped her sex roughly. "This is mine." She pressed her mouth onto the blonde's ear. Her teeth clenched, her nostrils flaring, breathing raggedly, lost. "Mine." Her fingers started searching between the folds.
Buffy cringed at the rough touch. She couldn't move, Faith was holding her so tight. Tears escaped her eyes. "Faith, please . . . please don't. Don't . . . don't. Faith . . . stop." The words were whispered. She knew Faith wouldn't hear her anyway.
Faith thought about the guy. While she was hurting Buffy, she thought about her hate. She thought about the gold watch. She thought about killing him. She drove her fingers into Buffy's dry opening. "You're mine," she growled out.
Buffy screamed out at the offensive friction. Her dryness and Faith's invading fingers making her burn painfully.
Faith heard the screech. She heard it and her eyes shot open. She withdrew her hand and ripped it back so quickly that she felt the joint in her shoulder pop. She flew out of bed and looked down. Looked down at Buffy who had curled into a ball. Crying, whimpering, "Faith, don't . . . Faith don't," over and over.
She pounded her fists against both sides of her head. 'What am I doing? What have I done? I'm so fucking stupid. What did I do?' These thoughts surged around in her head, making her ill, making her sick. What she had done made her sick. She ran from the room into the bathroom, feeling that she might throw up. She bent over the toilet, dry heaving a few times. Nothing coming up. Nothing except the hate and the self-loathing and the tears. She collapsed to the bathroom floor. In the darkness, sitting. Her knees pulled up to her chest. Banging her fists against her thighs. Losing it.
She had to leave. She had to get out of the house. She made her way downstairs as quietly as she could in her panic, surprised that Joyce hadn't woken up already. She got to the door and her hand was shaking on the knob when she realize what she was wearing. And that all her clothes were in Buffy's room. All her money was in Buffy's room. All her everything was in Buffy's room.
She wouldn't go back up there. Nothing in the world could have made her go back up there. She retreated back into the living room. She sat down on the couch, shivering, breathing heavily. Her head pounding, hurting inside. She laid down, absently throwing the blanket from the back of the couch over herself. What had she done? What had she done? What had she done? Over and over again through her head.
For the past few weeks she had hated someone for violating Buffy. She had just done the same thing. If she could think of a word stronger than hate she would use it.
Sleep was slow in coming. And for the first time since she had met Buffy Summers, she wished that she had never come to Sunnydale.
'Where's Faith?' That was the first thought she had when she woke and rolled over to find her girlfriend not in bed. Then, the events of last night hit her like a punch in the face from a vampire. God, things had gotten so out of control. Had Faith left last night? She had been too shaken up to listen for the door.
Buffy sat up and looked around the room. All of Faith's stuff was still cluttered around. Unless she left in her pajamas, she was probably downstairs. Good. Was that good? Buffy thought back to last night. How Faith had lost it. How Faith had . . . had been so rough.
They had talked, finally. Things were supposed to be better. Why weren't they?
'Because I had to go and push her into something she wasn't ready for,' the blonde thought to herself. 'God, she said she loved me, that she had forgiven me. Why couldn't I just leave it alone?' she silently scolded.
She jumped out of bed and threw on some sweat pants. She had to get down stairs. She had to catch Faith, talk to her before the younger girl did something rash, like run. Like run away from her. 'This is something that Faith will blame all on herself. They way she reacted last night . . .' She didn't even want to think about that. Was she mad, upset, hurt? She didn't know yet. All she knew was that she needed to talk to Faith. They needed to fix this. Why couldn't things just be simple for once?
Buffy made her way downstairs, glad that her mother had already left for work. She stopped when she spotted Faith, lying, looking uncomfortable, on the couch. 'This is not right,' she thought. 'She shouldn't be there. We should be upstairs, together, in bed. Wrapped in each other's arms. Wrapped around each other. Breathing the same air. Breathing each other's breath.'
Emotions swamped her. So many emotions. Relief - that the brunette was even still there. Dread - at the conversation they would be having in a few minutes. Sadness - over the past weeks, and how in that time, the relationship that Buffy thought she might want to spend the rest of her life in, had been greatly damaged. But a little bit of that emotion, just a little bit, was happiness. Despite everything, all that had happened, just the vision of Faith, asleep before her, no matter how unpeaceful looking, could instill this feeling in her. This, blanket of serenity. Calmness. Warmness. Love. She felt pulled toward her. She gravitated toward her. Maybe it was the slayer connection. Or maybe it was simply the engulfing, undying love that she would always feel that drew her toward the dark-haired beauty.
Regardless of why, she felt herself moving across the room, moving towards the couch, moving toward her love. And though she should feel hesitant, upset, worried, or even angry, anything, she didn't. She found herself letting everything else go, maybe foolishly, and let that happiness take over. She sat on the edge of the couch, Faith's back to her. She put a hand on Faith's hip and the other she let run through the dark tresses.
She should feel sad. Instead, she felt grateful, thankful, that this beautiful person beneath her had ever come into her life.
Faith felt soft hands on her. She felt the soft hands and she almost fell back to sleep to the comforting ministrations of them. But then everything hit her like a truck and her eyes snapped open.
"Don't touch me." Buffy jumped at the sudden command and her hands lifted slightly. Faith's voice had been harsher that she wanted it to be. Or, maybe not harsh enough as she felt Buffy's hands return to her body. She didn't understand. The blonde should have kicked her out by now.
"Faith." Buffy kept her voice soft, her touch soft, to let the girl know that she wanted to get through this as delicately as possible. "It's okay. We can talk - "
"No. No way," Faith burst out, sitting up hurriedly, ripping the blonde's hands away from her. "I can't . . ." She stood up clumsily from the couch, facing away from Buffy. "I can't talk to you. I can't even look at you." Then her voiced dropped and she was practically mumbling, as if to herself. "After what I did. What I did . . . what I did to you last night."
Buffy jumped up then, ready to speak. But Faith turned around with her hands out in front of her, in defense, to ward off the older girl's words. She spoke over her. "No B. No. I have to go. I wanted to leave before you got . . . I . . . I just have to go." With that she turned around and fumbled toward the stairs. But Buffy was on her heels.
"Faith . . . wait. You can't leave. We can . . . we can talk about this." Her voice was panicked. Faith was going to leave!
"We tried talking last night Buffy, and look where that got us." By this time they were in Buffy's room, and Faith had started gathering her things, throwing them into her bags. Buffy stood at the door, determined to block the exit if need be.
"But we were fine Faith. We had talked through it. And I had to . . . I tried to push you Faith. I'm sor-"
"Don't! Don't even think about apologizing. *How* can you even think about apologizing to me?" Faith stopped stomping around the room at this point. Her bags now all packed. "I hurt you Buffy. I physically hurt you. I can't even stand myself right now. How can you?" She went for her bags.
"Because Faith, I know you didn't mean it and - "
"Didn't mean it?" Faith's face was exasperatedly incredulous. "That's no fucking excuse Buffy. I just lost it. How am I supposed to trust myself not to do something like that again. How can *you* trust me?" She started walking toward the door.
"Because I . . . Faith . . . Faith, you can't leave. Please." Her voice was pleading as Faith pushed past her through the door. So much for her blocking the way. They headed down the stairs, both determined in their courses of action.
"Faith, come on, please. Look, I made a mistake. You made a mistake. We worked through mine. We can - "
"Jesus Christ B!" Faith stopped and turned around, now a few feet away from the door. "How can you possibly think that that justifies what I've done? I was fuming last night at the thought of some prick violating you. Hurting you in one of the worst possible ways there is. And I go and do the same fucking thing out of jealousy?"
"Faith, please just listen-"
"No B, no." Her voice got considerably quieter. "I won't listen." She paused and shifted the weight of her bags. "You listen to me. I can't stand it when you're hurting. You don't deserve that. And what have I done since I came to this place? I caused you to leave your home, your family and friends. You had to live in a shitty dive of a house and work at some grimy diner. You fought with your mom and missed school. And now . . . " Faith felt her control slipping on her emotions, she felt her lip tremble as she continued to speak. "And now this. Look at you. You're miserable. I made you that way. I'm leaving." She turned around as tears finally crept out of her eyes. "I won't stay here anymore. I won't hurt you any more."
She took the last few steps needed to get the door. Cursing herself the whole way for crying, showing Buffy that this was killing her inside. That all she wanted, really wanted, to do was to turn around and grab her lover up in her arms, spin her around and then lay her down. Right here in front of the door. And kiss her, kiss her until she forgot about bad touches and dirty apartments and leaving home and gold watches. Once again Faith found herself with her hand shaking on the door knob.
But then Buffy's voice, usually an angel's voice, now sounding austerest, hard, determined, froze her where she stood.
"God damn it Faith. If you take one more motherfucking step . . . if you walk out that door right now . . . you will be hurting me far worse than you did last night. You will be hurting me more than any one has ever hurt me . . . . . . Turn around."
And there was a silence. A break in speech. A break in thought. A break in time. A silence that seemed to fall across the entire world. A silence that was finally broken when Faith's hand started shaking so violently that it rattled the door knob.
For Faith, and for Buffy too, it was one of those moments where you feel like you're stuck in the thick air. Like something's holding you, pulling you, pushing you, tearing you apart. Like you're trying to decide which way to go, but every way seems wrong and every way seems right. And you're trying to choose whether to think with your head or your heart. You try to look into the future to see which way each path will lead. But you can't see past the dense fog of all the thought and emotion that is passing through your mind, your body, your blood. The choice, so hard.
(Faith thought about the first time she had laid on eyes on the beautiful blonde slayer. She turned her head slightly and looked at Buffy now.)
Or maybe the choice was easy.
Slow motion. It was all slow motion. Yet too fast for either them to comprehend any individual movement. Just their bodies, coming together, surging together. Faith had turned fully around and dropped her bags, dropped to her knees while Buffy stepped to her. Slow motion. And they crashed into each other, physically, emotionally, and on every other level that exists. Faith lifted her arms and wrapped them around Buffy's waist. Pushed her face into Buffy's belly. Clutching at Buffy's back with almost clawing fingers. While Buffy bent and threw her arms around Faith's neck. Letting Faith support her, keeping her from collapsing.
And they embraced and they cried and they loved and it was beautiful. And there were no words for a long while and they stayed like that, holding each other. In front of the door. But not seeing the room. Not seeing anything. But not needing to see anything. Just feeling. The speechlessness was finally broken.
"God Faith, don't you ever leave me." Her voice was breathless with her sobs and her relief. With her love.
Faith held her tighter, if possible. And pressed her forehead into her abdomen, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"I love you Buffy."
And the words were whispered and they were all that she could think of to say.
But they were perfect. Because did anything else really matter?
"I love you Buffy."
So honest, so raw, so perfect. She had heard it a thousand times. From those lips, she could hear it a thousand times more.
Buffy's legs couldn't hold her anymore. She sunk down into Faith's arms, her harbor, her safe place, her home. Lips on her face, pressing into her skin, lifting, to move to another part of her face. Faith's soft lips all over. Faith's fingers in her hair. Faith's hands on her back. Faith everywhere. Around her, within her, taking from her, giving to her.
Faith's movements were raving. Her lips and hands never staying in one place too long, because they also wanted to be some place else. She wanted to be everywhere. She crushed the blonde's body to her own. She felt she could not get Buffy close enough. Words started falling from her lips, between kisses, that made no complete sentences. They were frantic, like she was feeling.
"Love you . . . Buffy . . . so sorry . . . won't leave . . . ever . . . love . . . B . . . I'm sorry . . . I love you."
Finally, her kisses and her touches started slowing, her voice dying off. Her arms locked around Buffy's waist and she moved her head lower. She pressed her forehead flat on the blonde's chest and buried her face between supple breasts. Buffy held Faith's head to her with both of her hands, still both on their knees.
Faith sniffled a bit and then another stream of words came out her mouth, speaking into Buffy's chest. "I'm so sorry B. I . . . god, I'm sorry . . . for, for hurting you. For everything . . anything. I'll never . . . I won't ever . . . I'm so sorry." She couldn't speak fast enough to tell Buffy all the things she wanted to say. She tightened her hold on the shorter girl's waist.
All Buffy could see was the top of Faith's head. She tangled her fingers in the dark hair and pulled the brunette's face up to meet her own. Their foreheads touched. Their eyes shut. Buffy spoke slowly, carefully.
"Let's not apologize to each other anymore Faith. I know you're sorry. I forgive you. You know I'm sorry. You said you forgive me. So let's not do it anymore okay?" Their lips touched. Buffy's hands stroked Faith's face. Faith's hands stroked Buffy's back. "I love you. You love me. Let's start with that again okay?" She could feel Faith nodding against her face. "Let's get back to just that. Is that okay Faith?" She felt the girl nod again. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss Faith's lids. Opening the younger girl's eyes. "Start over. Start again." Their gazes met. "Is that what you want?" whispered. Another nod. Another light kiss.
"Yeah B. That's what I want." Faith was too happy not to believe it. Another chance with this perfect woman. "You're what I want."
Tender. The kiss started soft. But it did not stay soft. It couldn't. Not with the way they were feeling. Not with the way they wanted to love each other in that moment. When Faith's tongue finally slipped into Buffy's mouth and made contact with her own, the blonde moaned deeply. She was surprised at how insanely she could miss something as simple as Faith's warm tongue against her own. It had been so long since Faith had kissed her like this.
Faith started kissing her so hard, and leaning so far into her that she was starting to have a hard time staying in her kneeling position. She took her hand from the brunette's hair and placed it behind herself before she toppled over. Gently, she pushed Faith back until they were in an upright position again. She broke the kiss.
Dark. Huge concentrated, deep brown eyes swallowed her as she looked up at her girlfriend. And she let herself be taken. Faith's breathing was heavy, her gaze intense, her pupils dilated and black, large. Buffy had seen that look before. She had seen it and she knew what it meant. Her knees became weak and her own breathing increased at the thought of it. She felt dizzy when she saw Faith's pink tongue shoot out to lick full lips.
"B, I . . ." Faith's voice caught as the desire engulfed her. A few minutes ago, she was about to leave. Leave the love of her life. Now, all she wanted to do was erase it. Everything bad that had happened. Make it all go away. Make love to Buffy. Feel her warm body against her own. Let herself forget, forever. "B, um . . ." but could she form a complete sentence? No.
"Shh, it's okay." Buffy saved her from her speechlessness. The older girl smiled. "It's okay," she repeated, and she nodded, to let Faith know. Know that she wanted the same thing. That she felt the same right now. She suddenly felt this aching, a yearning emptiness and she needed Faith to fill her, deeply.
Without words she communicated this to the brunette. Let her own eyes grow dark. And Faith understood. Suddenly Buffy felt herself being lifted off her knees and then lowered to the floor, onto her back. The full weight of Faith's skin on her, covering her, warming her. Faith's mouth exciting her, making her skin come alive where ever it touched.
They were both still in their sleeping clothes, sweat pants and tank tops. Buffy let her hands slide down Faith's back, under the waistband of her her pants. She let her hands and fingers grip and knead the firm muscles of Faith's buttocks. At the same time, Faith's hand found its way under the blonde's shirt, traveling up, this time letting only her desire and love for the girl beneath her drive her actions.
A thumb found a nipple, caressed it, teased it to attention. This caused Buffy to clutch harder at Faith, pulling the brunette closer to her. Their legs scissored. Thighs pressing into each other's heat. The friction becoming sweeter and sweeter. There was a firm thrust, a groan of pleasure from both girls, a rattle at the door. What?!
"Faith wait! Someone's here . . ." and even as the door was swinging open, Faith jumped up off of Buffy and stood at a blinding speed.
Joyce walked in to see a rigidly standing Faith and a flushed Buffy sitting at her feet.
"Hello girls, what are you doing?" she asked with fake curiosity. She knew darn well what they were doing. 'It will be fun watching them fidget though,' she thought playfully to herself, trying to hide her smile, not at all bothered. 'Gosh, right in front of the door?'
"Mom! Hi! Um, we were just . . . um, we were trying . . . we," was her face red? Because it felt like it was on fire. Thankfully Faith cut in.
"Hi, Joyce, what are you doing home so early?" She tried desperately to keep her voice steady.
Joyce shut the door behind her and made her way in, answering the question as she walked to the kitchen. "Well, I decided to come home early since I'll be leaving tonight for L.A. Art gallery things, you know. I figured I could come eat lunch with you girls. Do you want me to make something?" She came back from the kitchen to look at the two girls, almost laughing at the horror on both of their faces. Buffy was now standing up next to Faith.
"Ah, no thanks mom. We um . . . we already ate lunch!" Buffy's voice was a little too excited. She grabbed Faith's hand. "Um, we'll see you later then." With that she took off upstairs, with Faith in tow. Joyce shook her head. Then she noticed a few packed duffel bags sitting around the by the door. She yelled up after her departing daughter. "Buffy, what are the bags for?!"
The only answer she got was the slamming of Buffy's door. She just sighed and shook her head again.
"Kids."
Their bodies hit the bed hard and Buffy pulled Faith down on top of her. The blonde became urgent, tugging at Faith's pants, Faith's shirt. "God Faith, I need you . . . I want you so much . . . Need to feel you baby . . ."
Faith stopped kissing and sucking Buffy's neck. She grabbed the blonde's hands in her own and leaned up a little. She brought the hands up to her mouth and kissed the shaking fingers.
"Me too B. Me too. But, well . . . your mom is here and - "
"Faith, we've done this before while she was here. We can be quiet." Her words were breathless and desperate.
"I know. But it's different now, 'cause she knows and . . . and it's just," she looked down, almost shyly, "I don't wanna have to hold back with you right now." She kissed the corner of the blonde's mouth. "Don't wanna be quiet." She kissed across the lips. She whispered, "I want to hear you."
Buffy nodded absently as Faith continued kissing up and down her jaw. "Okay, okay Faith. But," she grabbed the brunette's shoulders and pushed her back gently, "you're going to have to stop doing that or else I won't be able to wait." She said it with a smile but she was serious. She was on edge as it was.
Faith nodded in agreement and lifted herself up. She sat and pulled Buffy up into her lap. Buffy wrapped her arms around Faith's neck and snuggled her face into the taller girl's chest. She brought her hand down and ran her finger along the brunette's collarbone. Faith shuddered.
"Hey B, we're going to need a distraction or else waiting won't be an option."
Buffy smiled. "We can call everybody else, see what they're doing today. Maybe we could go Bronzing or something. A short patrol tonight." She lifted her face and kissed Faith's forehead. "My mom will be gone then. We'll be alone. Think we can wait till then?" she asked with an anxious grin.
Faith's face, however, stayed serious. "For you B, I'd wait forever."
Alright, Faith, Bronze, getting sweaty and dancing sexy did not equal distraction for Buffy. Unrestrained by a bra, Faith's breasts strained against the thin fabric of her red tank-top, flattened slightly by the cloth barrier, the taut nipples starkly outlined. Unable to resist, a few time while they were dancing, uncaring of who saw, Buffy had reached up, to take the opulence in her hands. She smiled when Faith moaned into her ear.
Faith was in the same predicament, finding that her hands were unable to leave Buffy's skinny little hips. Loving the way her fingers fit perfectly around the hipbones. Her eyes never leaving the blonde in front of her. Concentrating only on her. She felt the beat, not by how the music sounded, but by how Buffy's body swayed against her. No, definitely not working as a distraction. But she couldn't complain as she felt the shorter girl's hips grind into hers once more.
When the flush of the dancing and their heat became too much, they made their way off the dance floor, hand in hand, back to the rest of the group, who occupied a couch and some chairs. They had called the gang and planned this night of fun and dancing at the Bronze, which was quite packed on this Saturday night, if only to pass the time before Buffy's mother left. Now, with Faith's hot breath on the back of her neck, and the brunette's hand running slightly against the exposed skin of her waist, all Buffy wanted to do was go home and feel those hands doing other things. Things she missed terribly, things she now craved. But calling everybody up and having them meet here, and then just leaving, that would be rude right? Yeah, that would be rude. She felt Faith pulling on her hips, spinning her around, suspending her thoughts.
"I need some water B. How 'bout you? You want anything?"
"Yeah, water would be fine." She leaned up and kissed dark pillowy lips.
Now, Faith wasn't much taller than Buffy, but she loved the way the blonde had to tip her head up a little, stand on her toes a little, to meet her lips. She didn't know why. She liked having to dip her head, lift Buffy's chin with her fingers . . . She went to get that water.
Buffy sat down among her friends. She was so glad that things had worked out with them. They had gotten comfortable with her and Faith. Xander had maybe gotten too comfortable, as she notice how he had a faraway look in his eyes. No doubt he was thinking about the kiss the two slayers had just shared. Oz was holding Willow's hand, sitting calmly. Cordelia was filing her nails boredly, and Willow was smiling at Buffy, giving her a goofy look. Which caused the blonde to inquire.
"What?" she asked, giving Willow a curious look.
"What?" was all she got back.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Well I . . . y-you, you just seem really happy."
"You mean I haven't usually seemed happy?"
"Well it, um, just seemed like for the last, well . . . since you . . . came back, you and Faith have been, well . . . you guys seemed, um . . . strained, or something. I know I didn't pay much attention to it, ah . . . before you left," Willow looked away then, truly ashamed at how she reacted when the slayers' relationship had first come out, "but now . . . you guys just seem happy again." The redhead smiled, trying to let Buffy know that all of that was supposed to be a compliment.
Buffy beamed back at her. "We are Will." She turned her head to where Faith was walking back to them, water in hand, grin on her face. "We really are."
And they were going home. Walking in a cozy silence. Surprisingly, they were going slow, just enjoying the time together. Leave it up to some dumb vamp to screw that up. They had both sensed it, but it had jumped out of an alley before either of them could get their stakes out.
It pounced on Buffy, knocking her on her back, landing on top of her. But before it could even celebrate its accomplishment, it felt the piercing of sharp wood through its back. Then it was just dust.
Dust that landed all over Buffy. "Oh yuck," she said as she was standing herself up, brushing herself off. "I hate it when that happens."
"Sorry B. S'pose I could have kicked him off ya first."
"Nah, it's okay. Just makes me feel kinda," she ran her hand through her hair. A bunch of dust fell out, "gross."
Faith walked up to her while putting her stake back in her pants, put her hands on the blonde's hips. "You still look delicious to me B," smirking.
And Faith kissed her. Faith *really* kissed her.
They started back home, at a faster pace.
They got into the house, Faith shut the door behind them. Buffy turned around and placed her arms around the taller girl's neck. Faith put her arms around the blonde's waist. They swayed gently, staring into each others eyes, feeling love that neither of them could put words to. A soft kiss on the lips. Faith moved her mouth to Buffy's ear, nibbling there delicately. She spoke.
"So . . ."
"So . . ." Buffy pulled her head back to look at Faith's eyes again. "So um, I'm still feeling kinda . . . ah, icky . . . you know, from the vamp dust. Maybe I could take a quick shower?"
"Sure B. I'm going to find something to eat. You know, get that out of the way."
Buffy kissed the grin on Faith's lips. "Okay. Just don't eat *too* much. Wouldn't want you getting full with out me . . ."
"Don't worry about me B. You just behave yourself in that shower." Another grin. Another kiss.
"I won't take long." Buffy made her way upstairs. Faith made her way to the kitchen.
The warm spray of the water felt like hundreds of massaging fingers. 'Mmm, Faith fingers,' Buffy thought. Faith hands, Faith lips, Faith skin. All she could think about.
She had wanted to hurry, but she found herself just relaxing under the hotness. Letting her own body temperature rise. Letting the anticipation rise. She knew Faith was downstairs. She knew what they would be doing in just a little while. Well, she hoped. God, she had never been so ready. So couldn't remember ever wanting Faith this much. But, was that really true? Wasn't it always like this for her with Faith? The need always fierce and heavy?
She put some body wash directly in her hands instead of on the sponge. She put her hands on her abdomen, rubbed them around, creating suds. She brought her hands up, slid them across her shoulders, down her arms. Her own massaging fingers adding to the sensation of the water.
She scrubbed her hands down, over her thighs, below her knees, back up. She rested them on her belly. Her eyes were closed, feeling unbelievably relaxed. She pushed her right hand down, slowly, down, between her legs. Fingers feeling, mouth dropping open. So, so ready . . .
Her eyes snapped open and she pulled her hand away. She quickly rinsed herself off, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. 'No need to be doing that,' she thought as she began toweling herself. 'Need to save that. For Faith.'
Joyce had left some leftover fried chicken in the refrigerator from her own dinner. Faith was licking the last of that off her fingers when Buffy walked in. All fresh smelling and glowing and shiny skin. Dressed in short-shorts and a small top. Faith stopped in mid-lick.
"How was your shower B?" she asked around the thumb still in her mouth.
Before replying, Buffy walked - more like glided - over to Faith, who was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. She lifted one of her legs over the brunette's thighs and lowered herself down, slowly, onto Faith's lap. Rubbing her stomach against the sitting girl's chest, wrapping her arms around her neck. Bringing her mouth to an ear.
"It was . . . hot." Her voice was low. It made Faith's eyes shut.
Faith could feel Buffy rocking her hips against her own, ever so slightly, probably unaware that she was even doing it. She brought her face to the blonde's neck, already breathing heavily. "B . . ." it came out as more of a groan. She put her hands on the smaller girl's hips, encouraging the rocking motion.
Buffy could feel herself start to drip, start to flood. So ready. She needed it. Hard. Fast. She murmured into the younger girl's ear. "I seem to be . . . in a very bad way about you."
Faith pulled Buffy backed and looked into her eyes. Her face was hardened, tense, beautiful. Her eyes emerald and deep. "It's alright B. Believe me." Faith's voice was strained with the effort to convey conviction. She grasped the bottom of Buffy's shirt and lifted it, pulling it off. The blonde's breasts sprung out at her, the nipples already tight, begging her to take them into her mouth. She resisted the temptation and lifted Buffy off of her lap, standing her up, while she herself stayed sitting. She pulled the shorts down. Kissing creamy thighs as they were exposed. Feeling her cheek brush against soft fine hair.
Buffy stepped out of the shorts, her movements almost lethargic as Faith continued kissing around her upper thighs. "I need to hold you," she said helplessly.
Faith looked up at her and nodded. She drew Buffy back down, astride her. She placed kisses at the blonde's chest and breasts.
"Oh God, Faith," Buffy whispered, her arms tight around Faith's shoulders.
Faith brought the fingers of her right hand between Buffy's legs. She stroked the soft skin of the upper inside of her thigh, not entering, not yet. "Are you ready B?"
"Yes, Faith. Yes," she breathed out. "In, in the shower I . . ."
"You what, B?" Still stroking the tender flesh of Buffy's thigh.
"In t-the shower I wanted to . . . to-"
"To what?"
"To touch myself." This got a groan from Faith. "I was . . . I was so ready for you. Please, feel me. Feel how ready I am." Buffy had her eyes closed and her face was still tense. Faith hesitated only a second. Thinking about last night, about how the last time she had hurt Buffy. But that was not what this was about now. She slowly slid one finger in.
Buffy's body crumpled, her breath leaving her. She grabbed onto Faith's shoulders and moved her mouth to her ear. "More."
Faith provided, lifting Buffy's hips up with her left hand and lowering them again, adding a second finger. Buffy's body tensed and she whispered, "Don't move Faith. Just wait . . . for a second."
Buffy found herself overwhelmed by the sensation. Just the *thought* of Faith being inside of her was as good as the actual feeling of it. She would hollow herself out completely if she could fit Faith there, to stay, to fill her. A strange thought indeed, but she found it making her throb even harder around Faith's fingers. It was almost painfully wonderful. She breathed heavily into the brunette's shoulder, kissing and licking what ever flesh she could find there. When she felt in control of herself, she rocked forward a bit, as Faith pushed back. Soon she had herself moving up and back down again in a fairly rhythmic motion.
Faith's fingers were gliding in her, trying to be gentle, but Buffy's body arched, her hips thrust in their own urgent rhythm, her arms trembling around Faith's shoulders, her breath ragged and gasping. She knew that Faith was letting her set the pace and she hooked her feet around the back of the chair, pulling herself harder into the brunette. She took shorter strokes now, not wanting the incredibly full feeling to end.
They rocked vigorously in the chair, almost knocking it back a few times. At some point, Faith slipped another finger in, adding to the tightness, loving the feeling of how hot and wet Buffy was, wrapped around her. She had missed that horribly. She kept her left hand on the blonde's hip, guiding her down.
"Buffy," she whispered again and again. Buffy's hips writhed on her thighs in an increasingly frenzied erotic dance, her breathing desperate sobs, her hands clutching at Faith's shoulders. "Oh Faith, " she gasped into the brunette's neck as her body suddenly tensed. "Oh God . . . Faith-" Her head jerked violently backward, the sounds in her throat abruptly stilled as her body convulsed with shudders.
Faith brought her left arm up around Buffy's shoulders, letting her collapse back into her arms, still within her, feeling powerful tremors continue to pulse against her fingers, hearing the struggle for breath. Her lips brushed Buffy's face and the swiftly beating pulse in her throat. "You are so beautiful," she said softly.
Strands of blonde hair lay across Faith's face. As she held Buffy she blew on them gently, watching them flutter. It was some time before Buffy spoke, and her voice was quiet, near Faith's ear. "Tonight, at the Bronze, I was ready for you like that. When we were dancing, when we were walking home. When I was in the shower - I was ready for you like that."
As she was talking, Faith felt the older girl's hand sliding down her chest between them, stopping on the button of her pants. She stalled it. She kissed Buffy's lips, her cheek, up to her temple, then she pulled away. "Let's go to bed Buffy. I want to love you all night."
Buffy smiled into Faith's neck at that, and allowed herself to be picked up. Faith used her slayer strength to pick them both up from out of the chair with little struggle. She started walking out of the kitchen and remembered that her chicken mess and Buffy clothes were still lying about. Buffy's lips on her neck made her forget about it again rather quickly. She made her way up the stairs as carefully as she could with a squirming naked Buffy in her arms.
Their bodies hit the bed for the second time that day. This time there was no stopping them. Faith's hands were all over Buffy's body, but Buffy wanted to feel the same under her own hands. She broke away from a searing kiss to breathe and to speak. "Faith baby, take your clothes off." Faith obeyed immediately, standing up at the end of the bed, practically tearing her shirt off. She fumbled at the button of her pants, finally unclasping it. She was just getting them past her hips when Buffy became impatient and pulled her back down on top of her. Faith was left trying to wiggle the rest of the way out of her leathers. Buffy assisted by bringing her knees up and putting her feet on the top of Faith's pants. She proceeded to push them down until they fell past Faith's feet.
With that out of the way, they were free to feel each other, skin on skin. Faith's hands went to Buffy's body again, and overwhelmed her. She was ardent in Faith's hands. She moved and turned and arched under the hands, feeling, caressing, exciting her. She heard Faith's breathing coming in light rapid gasps.
Kissing her aggressively, her tongue probing with swift thrusts, Faith held Buffy tightly to her, pressing the softness of her body to her. Buffy moaned in desire as Faith's hand came again to her thighs.
Buffy took her mouth away from Faith's to breathe, and she moved it lower. She rolled her face in Faith's breasts, absorbing in unending greed the pliant round smoothness. She breathed in Faith's skin and tasted the light perspiration. She brought a hand up to take a swollen nipple between her fingertips, Faith's hand lay warm and still between her legs.
"Faith please . . . please," she heard herself muttering. She was lying on her back with Faith half-way on top of her. She jerked up into the taller girl's body when the fingers found her. She shuddered as they began to stroke. She rotated her hips in the rhythm she needed. Then stopped; Faith's fingers, a perfect pressure, had taken the rhythm from her. Buffy spread her tense quivering legs fully open.
They began rolling all over the bed. Everything becoming chaos. The blanket fell onto the floor, pillows were everywhere, the sheets coming from their mooring. Sometimes they were on their sides and Faith pulled Buffy's hips into her thrusting hand. Sometimes Buffy was on top, with her head thrown back, as she rode Faith's thrusting hand. Sometimes Faith was on top, grinding her thigh behind her thrusting hand, adding to the pressure. They were like this when Buffy felt the tightening in her belly, the tension in her muscles. Faith felt it too and sped up. Buffy's grip on Faith's shoulders tightened and she began moaning loudly.
"Oh Faith . . . yes . . . Faith, I need . . . my . . . my . . ." Faith bent her head to give the blonde a fierce kiss, silencing her cries. Then, from where her fingers slid in and out of her girl, she brought her thumb up to flick across the swollen nub, giving Buffy what she needed. Then she broke from the kiss and lifted her head to watch her lover as she came.
Buffy began screaming out Faith's name and vaguely she thought about how glad she was that they had waited for her mother to leave. Because there was no way she would be able to hold back now, as she hurdled over the edge. Her body stilled and powerfully gathered. Her hips rose to thrust once more, and she became incandescent with orgasm. She looked up and Faith was watching her, with eyes full of lust and love and desire and it made her release that much better.
Faith held Buffy to her even as she was shaking and trembling, feeling every tremor against her own body. When Buffy finally sunk back into the mattress, Faith began kissing her around her upper neck, behind her ear. Snaking her tongue out to taste the sweat sweet skin. She kept her right hand cupped, fingers gently, wetly caressing, staying away from Buffy's clit, knowing that it would be over sensitised.
Buffy felt the probing fingers after she came back to herself. Her voice was languid when she spoke. "Faith . . . Faith wait . . . I- I can't . . . uh!" she jerked as Faith hit a sensitive spot inside her.
Faith whispered tenderly, "Sure you can B. I love you. Come for me again baby." Then she stopped her caressing motion and brought her fingers in and out in a steady thrusting motion.
Slowly, like a glass refilling, desire rose again inside of Buffy, and at the first touch of Faith's thumb to her clit, her pleasure was even deeper, even more penetrating. It was like her nerve endings were widening. But she wanted Faith to be with her this time. She pulled the brunette more fully on top of her. She brought her thigh up firmly between Faith's legs, and almost immediately the girl started grinding her hips down, adding urgency to her thrusts inside of the blonde.
Buffy could feel Faith's wetness sliding against her thigh and it made her impossible hotter. She could hear the sound of Faith's breath catching in her throat and knew that the brunette was already close. She ran her hands down Faith's slick back and gripped her buttocks, pulling her down harder on her. Faith's gasping gave way to deep throaty moans she approached climax. Buffy was right with her.
"Oh Faith, you feel so good baby. I love you." Faith could only gasp out Buffy's name once before her body stilled, and then quaked as she bucked her hips a few more times, sending them both the rest of the way. Like liquid the force of their orgasms rolled through them, crashed over them. And then Faith collapsed, her skin melting into Buffy's, her body molding to fit the blonde's perfectly as their hearts pounded and they struggled to get oxygen into their lungs.
When Buffy came to, she could feel light, airy kisses being placed all around her abdomen, Faith's breath warm on her belly. She reached for a pillow that was at the side of the bed and fixed it underneath her head, so she could get comfortable, so she could see the brunette, laying down on her stomach between her legs.
Faith's voice floated up to her. "I'm still hungry B." She could practically feel the girl's grin against her skin. She dropped her hands to the dark hair, running her fingers through it for a second before bringing Faith's face up to look into her eyes. She sat up a little, and bent down, so she could touch Faith lips with her own, which she did, smiling into the soft caress. Words rolled slowly out of her mouth.
"You want anything specific?" Faith had to bite her lip to hold back the groan hiding in her throat, which turned it into a little whimper. Buffy closed her eyes and kissed her way from Faith's ruby lips back to her ear. "Is that a yes?" Her voice was low and seductive. Faith matched the tone, almost growling into the blonde's neck.
"You know what I want."
Buffy's whole body trembled with the warmth on her neck. She brought her head back then, to look at black eyes. "Then why don't you take it Faith . . ."
Faith's look was nothing less that ravenous as she dropped her head to begin kissing Buffy's chest again, and she moved lower as the blonde fell back in a reclining position.
Buffy arched as dark hair fell against her legs. Faith kissed the insides of her thighs. Licking up the moisture that was there. Then Faith broke away, severing all contact, but hovering her mouth just above Buffy's center. She lifted her eyes to look at the blonde.
Buffy's head was tipped back, her eyes squeezed shut, her arms stretched out on either side of her, fingers clutching at the sheets, her mouth dropped open in a silent plea, pink tongue peeking out. Faith put her hands on Buffy's thighs, to hold them steady. She blew a stream of hot air all the way up from the bottom of Buffy's sex, the short blonde hairs ruffling from it.
Buffy tried to lift her hips up to meet Faith's mouth but the brunette held them steady. The older girl whimpered in need, inarticulate sounds coming from her mouth. Faith blew around again, loving the reactions she got. She could practically see the blonde's folds throbbing as they became swollen. Truth was, she was as lost in pleasure as Buffy was, the musky aroma surrounding her was intoxicating.
Faith pushed her tongue out and wetted her lips generously, then began lowering her head. Lower, lower, until finally she placed a whisper of a kiss on the little jewel that was jutting out, demanding attention. Buffy hissed in some air, all her breath held within her. Then she let it all out in a whoosh when she felt Faith's tongue glide just between her folds.
Faith moaned, a low rapturous sound, and then her mouth was paralyzing softness, paralyzing pleasure, and Buffy's body dissolved from it. She opened to it slowly, fully, perfectly. She was melting from each stroke, she would die if they stopped.
Faith's hands went to Buffy again, to press her thighs tightly up against her warm face. She felt Buffy getting closer and closer, her movements become more frantic, her taste changing, her liquid becoming thicker. She lifted her mouth, to take the nerve center between her lips. She rolled her tongue around it, making her tongue tube-like, making a small hole for Buffy's clit to thrust into as she sucked.
Every muscle in Buffy's body tensed, causing her to lift up into a sitting position. She clutched at the back of Faith's head, holding it viselike to her. Faith sped up creating greater ecstasy for Buffy.
Faith's head was practically in Buffy's lap, with her chin resting on the mattress. She couldn't fit her hands anywhere near Buffy's convulsing sex so she wrapped her arms around the blondes waist, pulling her even harder against her face.
"Faith I'm . . . God! Faith . . ." moaning, screaming, writhing. Buffy hovered exquisitely on the edge of orgasm, knowing that in the next instant she would come, the next instant, the next instant. And then she did come, from the roots of her hair, from everywhere, consumed with her coming.
She settled slowly back onto the bed. Thighs that had thrashed in Faith's hands were now limp and seemed to have a poignant vulnerability as they fluttered and shivered. Buffy's hands stirred weakly in the brunette's hair, her breathing deep and labored.
Wanting to hold her close, Faith tenderly drew her mouth from her, from the complex, lovely taste of her and climbed up the bed. Buffy laid in her lover's arms struggling for breath, her body hammered by heartbeats.
Faith kissed a sweaty forehead. "You okay B?"
"God Faith, you're so . . . you make me feel so . . . mmmm," Buffy's eyes were closing. "I just love you."
Faith chuckled a little. "You want to sleep a little baby? Let me hold you?"
Buffy opened her eyes and looked up at Faith. "I don't want to sleep."
"But B-" Buffy kissed her, now a little more awake. She pulled Faith directly on top of her own body, wrapping her arms and legs around the brunette.
"I don't want to sleep," the blonde repeated. She pushed her hips up, touching wet heat to wet heat. The sound in Faith's throat was helpless, as if she could not control her body. "I want to feel you . . . I want you . . . to feel me . . ." She rocked her body up and Faith met her, their hips becoming undulant, synchronized. ". . . move with me."
The bed rocked and creaked. They didn't kiss, but instead looked into each other's eyes as their bodies gradually increased in tempo. Their perspiration causing them to slide smoothly against each other. Their gazes making their bodies tingle with emotion, adding to feeling of each other's skin.
Faith started pressing herself harder into Buffy's pelvic bone. She sucked in her breath, and Buffy could see her hands grip and release the sheets as if powerless to sustain either the grip or the release. Her own arousal yet again growing and deepening, her hips still undulant, Buffy lowered her legs to spread them fully. Faith's hands began a spastic fluttering. In shuddering intensity Faith pressed herself fully into the blonde, then her body went rigid, her hands gripping with white-knuckled fierceness. Her body was quivering stillness, as if consumed. Buffy's body absorbed the shivering height of her coming. Then the hands relaxed, Faith's body eased and once more blended softly into Buffy's.
They lay fused together. Faith felt Buffy's hips still writhing beneath her. She shifted off the blonde a little and brought her hand down once more to Buffy's heat. Her hand cupped and she quickly brought Buffy to a gentle orgasm.
They shifted to lay side by side. Their bodies tranquil, pervaded by exquisite lassitude. They held each other close, eyes closed, resting for a bit. But knowing that they were far from done for the night.
When Faith awoke it was to the feeling of fingers raking slowly through the soft thatch of curly hair that covered her sex. She flicked her eyes to the clock and saw that they had been sleeping for a little under a half-an-hour. Then she lowered her eyes to Buffy, whose head was on her chest. The girl had a mischievous grin on her face.
"You look like you're getting into some trouble there B," she said playfully.
Buffy's hand became more deliberate between her legs. The blonde lowered her head and kissed up and down her collarbone. "I didn't get to taste you yet Faith."
Faith was all ready with a witty comment to that, but couldn't get it out as she found her mouth had suddenly went dry in anticipation. She loved the feeling of Buffy's warm mouth on her, and it had been so, so long. Instead she pulled Buffy up into an open mouthed kiss, letting her tongue wrestle with Buffy's. When they broke it they were both breathless. As Buffy climbed on top of Faith, she whispered into her ear.
"Can I do that?"
The brunette's head was already spinning. She felt Buffy's fingers dip into her, only to be pulled back out again.
"Can I taste you Faith?"
"Ahh . . . ha . . ." she sputtered out. Buffy's face was now buried in her neck. She cleared her throat. "I don't s-see why . . . why not . . ."
"Yeah?" Was Buffy teasing her now? She was wasn't she. Faith would have to remember that.
"No one's stopping you f-from here B. . ."
But Buffy didn't busy herself with talking anymore. She was on a nipple before Faith had gotten her sentence out. Licking, sucking, biting, making Faith squirm beneath her, as a fingertip began its own slow strokes. Buffy moved down between her thighs. She put her hands on Faith's hips and slowly rotated them, bringing them up to meet her mouth.
Faith's head began flinging from side to side, her hands clutching at the bedspread, her breathing becoming sobs.
"Buffy . . ."
The blonde flicked her tongue against Faith's small swelling hardness, loving the taste, the texture. She brought her hand close to her face and inserted two fingers into the convulsing warmth.
"Buffy . . ."
Her body suddenly stilled, drawing into itself, her shoulders rising, her head bending back between the shoulder blades, clenched fists lifting the spread from the bed. A sound began, was chocked off, her face was contorted in ecstasy.
"God . . . B!" Orgasm, engulfed in it, awash in it.
The hands released the sheets, she sank back onto the bed. Buffy lay still, her face resting on Faith's thigh. Faith reached down for her, groping blindly. She pulled the blonde up and gathered her into her arms. They rocked lightly as Faith's heart relaxed and her breathing slowed. Buffy kissed Faith's cheek and down her jaw line. The brunette turned her head to kiss Buffy's lips, to share the essence. They kissed languorously for many minutes. It was a while before they spoke.
"You love that don't you Faith? When I do that?" Buffy's eyes sparkled with affection.
"I love *you* B. Anything you do." Faith pushed stray blonde hair behind Buffy's ear. Buffy leaned down and kissed her lightly, moving back across her cheek to her ear, then down her neck to her chest, the top of her breasts. Her hands began to wander over Faith's body again. Faith smirked. "You're still not tired B?"
"No." Buffy placed a wet kiss directly between her breasts. Then she looked up, her eyebrows furrowed a little bit. "Are you?"
Faith smiled and shook her head. She slowly sat up, shifting them so that Buffy was sitting between her legs. The blonde's legs wrapped up around her waist. She pressed the smaller girl's body tight against her own. "Nu-uh. I said I was going to love you all night." Buffy let her head roll to the side as Faith nuzzled her neck with her nose and lips. "We still got a lot of night left B."
Buffy could only moan in pleasure as she felt Faith's hand come up to massage her breast. After a few minutes of the light kisses and touches, Faith shifted them again. She brought her right leg up and over Buffy's left, and kept her own left underneath Buffy's right. They stayed in a sitting position, and Faith pulled the blonde close. Their cores rubbed up against each other, causing them both to groan in rapture.
Faith ran a hand up Buffy's smooth back and buried her hand in the blonde hair. She pulled on the hair gently, pulling Buffy's head back, exposing the pale skin of her throat. She began placing kisses up and down the front of her neck. She rolled her hips into Buffy's and felt the vibrations of the returned moan against her lips.
They continued rubbing against each other, finding a perfect rhythm, once again experiencing the wonderful feeling of wet heat against wet heat. They would push themselves together, hold it there, hold it, and then release, and then back together again. It was slow, it was intense. Every time Faith would press fully into her, Buffy would dig her nails into the brunette's back. It only added to the intensity.
Faith squeezed Buffy to her, craving her in every hollow of her body. Licking and sucking at the blonde's neck like she could swallow her.
"Faith . . . Faith . . . Faith . . ." Over and over again into her ear, whispered, yet filling the whole room. Then Faith felt one of Buffy's hands sliding down, into the tight space between them. And then there were fingers inside of her. Filling her. Taking her. And Buffy was so close to her and she was so deep in her, and Faith was drowning in the extremeness of it all. She dropped her forehead to Buffy's shoulder.
"B . . . oh, God- uh . . . Buffy . . . " Indecipherable words, sounds, started coming from her mouth. Buffy ran her other hand up and put it on Faith's neck, her thumb caressing the cheek. She brought Faith's face in front of her own. The brunette's eyes were clenched shut. She was breathing through her teeth. Their hips continued rocking, making their whole bodies go in a slight up and down motion. Buffy dropped her voice to a whisper.
"Can you feel me Faith? . . . I love you . . . Can you feel me baby?" Faith nodded her head, a choked sound coming from her throat. A drop of sweat ran down her forehead. Her mouth dropped open.
"Open your eyes. I want to see you. I want to watch you when you come," Buffy breathed this into the brunette's open mouth. With difficulty Faith opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She was so close. But she found Buffy's eyes with her own, locked onto them.
"Kiss me B . . . "
Buffy kissed her, but kept it light, and she kept her eyes open, looking into Faith's as their lips touched. The look in each other's eyes took their breath away. Faith's mouth opened under Buffy's and more whimpers came out. God, she was gonna . . .
Their hips started rocking faster. Buffy started applying more pressure to Faith's clit. In seconds the brunette was moaning again, moaning her lover's name. Her eyes so heavy and hooded that she bearly kept them open. But she did. She did for the blonde.
Her climax started at her core, in her belly. Then burst out over every nerve and every muscle and went through every bone. In the last second of it, her head snapped back, unable to control her body. Buffy lowered her own head and kissed at Faith exposed neck and chest, tasting salty skin, as Faith slumped down, back into her arms, back into the world. She took her fingers from the girl and brought them to her mouth, once again tasting the honeyed nectar of Faith.
As Faith came back, she felt Buffy still pressing against her softly. Without words she laid back down, and brought Buffy on top of her. She caressed Buffy's hips, and then lifted them, to bring her hand between their bodies, without error finding Bufffy's entrance.
Instead of sitting up, to ride Faith's hand, Buffy kept herself crushed to Faith, breasts against breast, hips against hips. She focused on the pleasure from the fingers enclosed in her. She moved only slightly at first, her pleasure a luminous constant, until she could not prevent the rhythm of her body.
Afterward, the hand did not leave her, the fingers lay intimately within.
The slayers, the Chosen Two, who had the strength and endurance of at least ten people each, were exhausted. Wrapped in each other's arms, wrapped around each other, wrapped within each other. They fell asleep as they were.
Faith woke up surprising early, everything hitting her at once: the sun in her eyes, the sweet smell of bodies in the air, the memories of last night, and a warm naked body pressed up against her. Faith woke up with a smile.
She looked down at the blonde, who was snoring lightly, the exhaled breath tickling her skin. 'How could it be any better than this?' she thought.
She rolled Buffy over, careful not to wake her up, and extricated herself. She didn't want to. She wanted to just lay with her angel all day, watch her sleep, give her a good morning kiss. But she got up any way. She had a plan. She had thought about it sometime last night.
She quietly got up from the bed, finding her clothes on the floor, and got dressed, thinking that a shower would take too long. She stopped at the door, looking back at Buffy. The sheet was all tangled around her, parts of her skin showing. Faith almost went right back to bed, but stopped herself, reminding herself of what she wanted to do.
It *was* early. Hopefull the blonde would still be asleep when she got back. So she could give a good morning kiss after all.
She silently went downstairs and made her way out of the house. She practically ran all the way to her destination. When she got there, she banged on the door. Hoping that the occupant of the house would already be awake.
The door swung open and Faith had to smirk as Giles tightened the robe he wore around himself.
"Good Lord Faith. What are you doing here so terribly early?" He squited as the bright morning sunshine hit his eyes.
"Look G-man, I need to ask you a huge favor."
Buffy inhaled deeply when she awoke, taking in the smell of the sheets, the smell of Faith, all around her. How it should be, how she always wanted it to be. She would never, ever, let anything happen to stand in the way of that again. This is were she belonged, in Faith's arms. But wait a minute. Where were Faith's arms?
She opened her eyes and looked at the large expanse of empty bed. Faith wasn't there. Where were Faith's arms?! And the rest of her for that matter.
She lifted her face a little, trying to brush the sleepy fog away from her head. She heard a scuffle on the other side of the room. She turned toward the noise to see Faith walking through the door. And then stripping. Ooh, Faith stripping . . . not a bad way to wake up. She lowered her head again to watch the show.
Faith got into bed, seemly oblivious to the blonde's awake state.
"Faith, where-"
The brunette jumped, startled when Buffy spoke. "Jesus B!" She proceed to crawl under the covers. "I didn't know you were awake!"
Buffy snuggled up to her immediately. "Mmm, sorry. But where were you?"
"Oh, just running an errand B."
"Errand?"
"Sure. I'm a busy girl."
Buffy caressed and stroked Faith's stomach as they talked. "But sweetie, you weren't here when I woke up. I want morning kisses." Her voice was playfully whiny. Faith exaggerated a sighed.
"Oh fine B." She leaned over and kissed the blonde, softly, sweetly, short.
Buffy leaned up on her elbow, resting her head in her hand. "That was nice." She put her finger in Faith's belly button, circled it. "But where. Did. You. Go?" She emphasised each word with a poke from her finger.
Faith turned on her side, bringing Buffy to lay down with her. The brunettes smile twinkling as brightly as her eyes.
"*I* got you a present baby."
"Hnn . . . " Buffy beamed. "Can I see it?"
Faith kissed her nose, then brought her hand up from under the covers. She opened her fingers to reveal one of those little plastic bubbly things. A quarter machine prize. Buffy instantly thought back to when they lived in L.A. They truly had gotten back to that. If she could smile wider she would.
"Go ahead B, take it."
Buffy brought her own hand up, taking the plastic bubble from her girlfriend. She gave the brunette a quick kiss. "I love you . . . thank you."
Faith looked eagerly antsy. "Come on B, open it already." But the smile never left her face.
Buffy shifted her eyebrows a little, but did what was asked anyway. She brought her other hand up to pop the bubble open, she felt Faith's arms tighten around her waist. She dropped the contents of the little container into her hand. Her eyes widened in shock. Her voice was no more than a whisper.
"Faith . . ." But she trailed off. Lying in her palm was a real ring. A gold ring. A beautiful ring. With a dainty but elegant diamond attached. Her jaw dropped, but no sound came out.
Faith took the ring in the fingers of one hand, and took the blonde's hand with her other. Her face became very serious. Buffy could feel her fingers shaking.
"Buffy I -" She took a deep shaky breath. "I want to think of this as a-a, um . . ." she stumbled over her words. Damn, and she had rehearsed this too. She swallow. "As a promise ring." She looked up to Buffy's eyes, which were now brimming with tears. But she dropped them quickly, trying to focus on the task at hand. She brought the blonde's hand to her mouth and kissed her finger, then carefully slipped the ring on that same digit.
"A promise because . . . someday, when I get all my shit together . . ." 'Great Faith, curse. That really sweetens this whole thing up,' she scolded herself before continuing. " . . . You know, maybe when I have a job and, and a place of my own . . . I'm gonna . . ." she looked up at Buffy again, the blonde's lip now trembling, " . . . I'm going to ask you to marry me."
Buffy let out something between a sob and an exhale, tears now freely flowing. Faith jumped back into her clumsy speech, hoping against hope that Buffy wouldn't freak out.
"A-and I want this to be a promise, that you'll . . . that you'll stick around till then. You know . . . stay with me . . . be with me." She looked back up into Buffy's eyes. The blonde's mouth opened and closed, but she didn't say anything.
"What do you say B?" Still, nothing. "Um . . . blink once for yes, twice for no?" 'God, don't joke around Faith!' again with the self-scolding.
Suddenly, in a surge, a crash, Buffy threw her arms around the brunette, hugging her madly, wildly.
"God YES Faith! Yes . . . I promise . . . I promise." Now she was kissing the brunette, again and again, all over her face.
Faith didn't stop her, but instead let the blonde shower her with the kisses, absorbing them all. Loving every single one of them. Buffy then started to calm down. She pressed her forehead to Faith's, gripping the back of her neck with an excited hand, pulling her face to her.
"I promise . . . Faith . . . I promise, always," Buffy streamed out. Tears still flowing from her closed eyes.
Faith stroked the blonde's face with her hand, pulling her back a little. "Things have been rough Buffy. But we got through it. We could get through anything, I think. I love you."
Buffy nodded her head vigorously. "I love you too Faith." A kiss, tender, loving, promising, everything, to both of them. "I love you too."
And then there was sweet silence. Just their breathing, their love, their future. After a while, Buffy spoke.
"Faith? Faith well, I hate to ask but where- . . . I mean how, this ring is, well . . . this ring is beautiful. How did you . . . ?"
"How did I pay for it?" Faith smiled, raised her eyebrows. "Well, let's just say I'll be cleaning Giles' house and God knows what else for quite a while."
Buffy giggled, they both giggled. They kissed. They held each other closer. They loved.
What a day, what a wonderful day.
It was Sunday.
That was their favorite day.