Give Us a Kiss
by Fyre Dansa
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Another non-sad fic. I'm feeling suitably nauseous now.
Dedication: To Kirsty for making feel like puking all over my
keyboard.
"All right." The cocky smirk on her counterpart's scarlet lips glistened, moist, fresh, just waiting. "Give us a kiss."
Jerking one hand up in a fist, Buffy's other hand swung from the opposite direction, grabbed Faith by the back of the head and jerked her mouth against the blonde Slayer's. If her grunt of astonishment was anything to go by, she had never been treated like this before.
But Buffy wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her by, her hand twisting into Faith's loose hair, holding her close, her questing tongue slipping innocently passed those skilled lips, lips that opened that little wider in protest.
She felt Faith struggle momentarily, hands pushing against her, but she had the advantage of surprise. Her grip tightened, until she felt Faith's breasts pressed flat against her own, felt the other girl's heart pounding in a frenetic beat.
Her tongue probed Faith's lps, tasted strawberry and sweetness. Teasing her way along the neat, white teeth, she mentally grinned as Faith's mouth came to life, her tongue tentatively reaching to stroke the blonde's.
The dark-haired girl's hand settled on the blonde's hips, jerking her closer, low mewls of pleasure rising from her throat. Buffy mentally sang. It was as good as she hoped, as she'd longed for.
One of Buffy's hands slid over Faith's shoulder, down her chest and circled her palm over the dark girl's nipple, felt it harden through the taut material of her shirt. A groan rose from the brunette, her grip on the blonde's hips a bruising one.
Drawing back, eyes dark with desire, the smile that curved Buffy's lips upwards was that of a predator. Running her tongue along her lips, she huskily whispered. "Ever had a Slayer, Faith?"
Her mouth moved, but no words were formed. She settled for shaking her head, raising fingers to touch her bruised lips.
"Ever had a girl, then?"
Again a silent shake of the head.
Chuckling, Buffy loosened her hand from Faith's hair, tucked the strands back gently. "And I thought you were experienced, Faith." The hand on the brunette's breast moved, up under the shirt, came in contact with bare flesh. "Never had a vamp. Never had a Slayer. Never even had another girl." She dragged her thumbnail over one peaked nipple, smirked as Faith groaned.
"What the fuck are you doin', B?" She managed as the blonde ripped the shirt aside, bent and drew one rosy nipple between her teeth. Arching her back, the brunette hissed, grabbed the blonde hair and jerked the other Slayer up to face her. "Tell me."
Hazel eyes widened in feigned innocence. "Isn't it obvious?" She smashed her mouth over the brunette's again, steered Faith towards the bed, pushing her down on her back. "I'm doing what I've wanted to do since you got here."
"Shit!" Gasping as Buffy's mouth sealed over her breast once more, Faith twined her fingers through the blonde hair, holding her closer.
"I was thinking 'Fuck'." Buffy's voice reached her, a husky breath. She crawled up Faith's body, one leather-clad thigh sliding between the brunette's spread thighs, grinding against the other other girl's clit.
Hands on either side of Faith's head, hair hanging in tangles on either side of her face, Buffy gazed down at her counterpart, lips parted in a wickedly sexy smile, as she lazily rocked her thigh between Faith's, felt the dark Slayer's legs clamp around her.
Lowering her head, her lips brushed Faith's ear, her voice low. "Say my name."
"B..." Grasping at Buffy's rear, Faith jerked herself harder against the other girl's thigh, felt Buffy stiffen as she was given a little pressure from Faith's thigh.
Her wrists were slammed down on the pillow above her head, Buffy's body stretched along hers, holding her down. "My name, F." She felt warm lips kissing her neck, groaned and bucked against the blonde again. "Say it."
Brown eyes opened. She smiled, breath escaping in short pants. "Buffy." She pulled one hand free, reached up to touch the blonde Slayer's cheek. "Buffy Anne Summers."
Buffy's lips closed over hers, the kiss more intense than anything she could recall feeling with any male. She felt the blonde shift, felt the front of her pants loosen, one small hand slipping passed the waist band, lower.
Wriggling free from the tight constraints of her pants, she drew back from Buffy, stared up at her, voice small. "You won't leave?"
"What?"
She didn't know what it is about the other Slayer's kisses, turning her to jello, but she couldn't bear to leave them now. "They...they always leave." She waited for the mocking laughter, the derisive snort, the humiliation that always came. Words that left her jaded inside. The hurt she always hid.
Instead, she received an understanding smile. "I won't leave." The look in the blonde's eyes was sincere, honest, Buffy. Made it all the more likely to be a lie, but Faith didn't care anymore. She just wanted something.
Something outside of the badness.
Something pure.
Buffy seemed to be reading her mind.
"Faith," she whispered, between more gentle kisses. "I promise."
Backed against the chilly side of the nearest mausoleum, Buffy moaned against her lover's mouth, felt the familiar hand slide between her thighs, brush over the sensitive spots that were instinctively known now.
Faith smiled, pulled back. "You know G-Man would have a heart attack, if he saw what we really did on patrol."
"He'd have a heart attack if he knew what we did when we weren't patrolling." Buffy ran her fingers through Faith's hair tenderly, drawing the other Slayer's mouth to hers for another deep, lingering kiss.
Kissing her way down Buffy's throat, she smiled when she spotted the single necklace that adorned her lover's slim neck. "Happy Anniversary, B." She murmured, returning her lips to the blonde's, moistening both their lips with her tongue.
"Heh heh."
Both Slayer looked around, found a newly-risen vampire leering at them. "What is it with the undead and crappy timing?" Buffy groaned, straightening up and brushing moss off her sleeves impatiently. "Yeah?" She directed her glare at the fledgling. "What can we do for you?"
"Die!" It charged her. She sidestepped, Faith caught it by the neck and slammed its head into the side of the crypt.
"They don't get more original?" Draping an arm around her lover's waist, Buffy sighed as the young vampire struggled to its feet, hissed at them. "Get the feeling he doesn't know who we are, honey? Looks like his Sire didn't give him the memo about us."
"Looks that way, B." Faith pouted. "Gotta hate it when they don't know. Means we have to teach 'em, when we could be doing much more...fun things." Her arm casually around Buffy's shoulders, she bent to brush a kiss over her lover and sister-Slayer's lips. "We're the Slayers."
"That's Mrs and Mrs Slayer." Buffy added. She proffered her left hand and wiggled the ring finger enthusiastically. "See! We're all married and everything!" Faith chucked, claimed the blonde's mouth in a fierce kiss.
The vampire blinked, stared in confusion and charged again. Mister Pointy did his work, the demon spraying dust all over both of the girls.
"Damn!" Buffy exclaimed. "I wanted to play with him some more."
Faith brushed the dust from the blonde's hair. "You can still play with me, Mrs Slayer." She reminded her 'wife', lifting Buffy's hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to the palm. "After all, what's an anniversary without the usual fun and fucks in the cemetery?"
"Boring." Buffy agreed with a small smile.
She drew the dark-haired Slayer into her arms, kissed her deeply. Faith sighed contentedly, felt the chill of the night air on her bared breasts, followed by the warmth of her lover's talented mouth teasing her.
"Buffy." Lifting the blonde's chin to look her in the eye. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not leaving." A lop-sided grin crossed her lips. "I...you know I love you, right?"
Buffy smiled. "That's why we had the wedding, wasn't it?" She placed a light kiss on Faith's cheek. "And I promised I wouldn't leave, didn't I?" Faith nodded, smiled shyly. "You always have to say it though, don't ya?"
"It's how I feel." The brunette shrugged self-depreciatively. She hugged her petite lover to her, pressed her cheek against the top of the blonde's head. "And I don't care who hears or sees or knows..." She threw back her head and screamed happily. "I love Buffy Slayer!"
Buffy chuckled, but didn't try to move out of her grasp. "Embarrassing much?" She slipped her arms around Faith's back, rested her head against the brunette's shoulder. "You think I'd be used to it, after twenty years."
The younger of the two smiled. "You love it, really."
"Yeah, maybe I do." Buffy acknowledged wryly. "But I love you too. Kinda says something about my mental health, doesn't it?"
The thirty-seven year old brunette grinned. "I wouldn't change it for the world." She murmured, tilting Buffy's face towards her. A face she could never grow tired of, hadn't in twenty years. Her lover and most prized possession. "Now, give us a kiss..."