In Her Dreams
by Cally
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Buffy and Faith and all the other characters are just my play things. I guess Angelina Jolie belongs to herself. But she should belong to me!
Feedback: Nothing would make me happier!

B’s laid flat out on her back, panting like an animal. Vamp dust litters the air around her.

Oh yeah, baby.

Her tank is riding up her body and her tight little stomach is on show, toned, tanned and sweaty.

And I was saying? Oh *hell* yeah baby!

Her sweats cling to her slim legs, bent slightly at the knees, open just enough to-

“Earth to Faith. You in there?” B raises a tiny manicured hand and waves it at me.

Huh? Oh, Fuck. That’s the third time she’s caught me perving on her this week. Not that she knows I’m perving; imagining her hot little body at the mercy of my hands, my tongue, my pussy rubbin’ against hers. Fuck, but the possibilities-

“Hey, stay with me spacey girl.” She flips into a standing position and raises an eyebrow. She got that one from me. Looks damn hot on her too.

“Faith?”

Wha?… Oh right, words.

“Sorry B, I’m just thinkin’.” About burying my face in between your...

“… and I’m always here for you, you know. Not just for the training and the big ugly butt kicking-ness, but for other stuff too. You know that, right?”

Shit, have to learn to listen. “Uh yeah, sure B. Other stuff.” Like fucking you so hard on that training mat that you’ll-

“Good I’m glad, because you’re officially a Scooby now. Or a scoob if you prefer, we’re not all that strict on the name but the secret handshake is key…”

And she’s off. I kinda tune out when B’s talking, not cause she talks shit – well mostly not – but because my mind starts to wander. Or completely veer. Like now for instance, I’m imagining B’s giving me a lap dance, her tight little pussy only inches from my face, so close that if I grab her ass and pull it towards me…

“Vamp!”

Bad timing motherfucker. B was about to get the best licking of her life. Ok, the best imaginary licking but it still woulda been hot as hell.

“Faith, catch!”

Buffy tosses me a stake and I ram it home, grunting as a cloud of dust rains around me.

“And that B, is how it's done” I twirl the stake in my fingers and hand it back to B. Sbe breaks into mock applause.

“Bravo Faith! That was just amazing. AMAZING! The skill of the execution, the poetry of motion. I am in awe. Truly.” She falls to her knees and looks up at me like I’m her all out hero. Little brat. Hot little brat.

“So, what’s the plan now? Oooh, we could have a bake-a-thon at my house. Mom went all out with the brownie mix last night.”

Ok, my eyebrow just went right into orbit there. Did she actually suggest baking. I raise my eyebrow as high as it will go (something I save for special occasions.)

“Alright, so the Martha Stewart idea is out.” B giggles at my reaction. “Well, we could DVD it and just lick the bowls. That way, brownie goodness without the oven mitts.”

OR, we could spread the mix all over ourselves and lick it off each other. Whaddya say B?

Instead I shrug and sigh like I don’t really care either way. Like spending any time with B isn’t the highlight of my day. Like I don’t think of her every single second we’re apart, and want her that much more every time we’re together.

*****

B’s loaded the living room table up with some good shit: A tub of cookie dough ice-cream, a bowl full of Doritos with ranch dip, a stack of Hershey bars, some leftover pizza, and a few cans of coke. And the brownie mix of course, sitting there just begging to be spread all over B’s fine self.

“Go on ahead and start the DVD Faith, I’ll be down in a sec.”

Buffy’s upstairs getting into her pyjamas. I’m guessing the big fluffy pink ones with the cartoon rabbits. Not too sexy, so maybe I’ll be able to concentrate on the movie. Maybe.

I grab a coke and the chips from the table and press play on the remote. A montage of speakers fill the screen and we’re finally on good old Angelina. This must be my 20th time seeing Gia, but it’s a fucking great movie. Angie’s on top form as always, and as for the hot girl-on-girl scene, well that’s got me through many a post slayage/no action night.

I’m really into the movie so I don’t notice it when B comes into the room. It’s only when she flops onto the couch and lies her head on my lap that I see her. And….

Holy Fuckin’ God!

“Chip me.”

Huh? What? And huh?

She's lying there, her head in my lap and her mouth wide open. But that’s not the best of it. Or the worst, depending on how you look at the situation. She’s wearing shorts so tight they’re damn indecent, and her red tank clings to every inch of her delectable little self. Oh shit, look at her nipples….

And I’m getting so damn wet. Right underneath her head. Ah shit…

“Did you get smacked in the head recently Faith? You’re super spazzy gal lately.” She starts to sit up.

No, Stay!

I dangle a chip over her lips and she lies back. ‘Atta girl.

Her tongue slides over her lips, reaching for the chip. DAMN. And DAMN. If I just leaned over a few inches…

The music on the DVD changes, and B swivels her head to look at the screen. I inhale sharply as she brushes lightly against my clit. I said it before but yunno what? Ah fucking shit…

Angelina’s naked on screen, dancing erotically against the chain link fence. My heart starts hammering against my chest, and I’m damn sure that Buffy can smell me. The scene plays out; Angelina pushing her breasts against the fence, daring Linda to touch them; Angelina and Linda on a bed; Angelina kissing her way down Linda’s body; Angelina's hand sliding between Linda's thighs…

I’m sure B can hear my heart beating and my unsteady breath. Sure she can smell the arousal only inches from her nose. I don’t even notice as my own hand slides down B’s body and rests on her exposed stomach. Don’t notice that is until she turns her head and looks straight up at me with huge dilated pupils, her own breath coming in short gasps.

Oh Jesus B… she’s staring at me and I can’t look away. Then her hand is on mine, guiding it across her flat stomach towards…

I think I’m gonna have a fuckin’ heart attack –

She’s inching my fingers under the elastic of her shorts. I could come from this alone… Oh fuck B…

And then the fucking front door crashes to the ground.

...to be continued...