Love Makes Us Real
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All Joss stuff (just borrowing).
Spoilers: Set during season 6.
Feedback: Yeah, sure. Okay, Pleaseee.
Buffy's door was opening. Faith ducked behind the tree. *There she is. My B. Damn, I missed you.* Buffy strode past. Faith held her breath as Buffy suddenly stopped and turned around.
*Oh shit!* The blonde stood looking in Faith's direction, then she turned on her heel and walked away. *That was close. Fuck, I'm gonna have to get me some binoculars or somethin'. B's senses are as good as ever… well almost.* Faith smiled; she had been watching Buffy for over a week now and still no one knew that she was back in Sunnydale.
The brunette relaxed against the tree. *Got my Buffy-fix. I can go back to the apartment.* Faith didn't move though; just being near Buffy's house was comforting. She glanced around, then got a running start and jumped onto the roof. Faith crawled through Buffy's window and went straight to her bed. She leaned near the little slayer's pillow and took a deep breath. *Oh fuck… Buffy, I've missed you.*
Faith pulled back the comforter and climbed into Buffy's bed. The young slayer reached over and grabbed Buffy's stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo. She held him tight and cried. *Less than six months in jail and I've missed you like hell.* Faith's tears dropped onto Buffy's pillow; she rolled over and pressed her lips against it. The pillow smelled like Buffy. *Shit… I'm pathetic!*
Faith laid there staring at the ceiling. *I might as well take something… something small.* The brunette held up Mr. Gordo. "How 'bout you? You wanna go home with me?" Faith stared at the stuffed pig for minute. "Nah. Buffy would miss you." She kissed Mr. Gordo and put him back on Buffy's pillow.
The brunette slayer stood up to check around the room. *Hell, there's gotta be somethin' here that Buffy wouldn't miss.* But everything she picked up looked as if it might mean something to Buffy.
*Maybe I can just find some old junk that she doesn't care about.* Faith made her way down to the basement to snoop around. Suddenly, taking a little memento became very important. The brunette dug through the boxes stacked haphazardly around the room. *B, what a sty it is down here.*
Faith laughed at herself. *Now why do I think that's cute?* She sighed as pushed aside the cartons that she'd already picked through. *I gotta hurry… if B were to catch me…* She didn't even want to think about that so she picked up her pace.
The trouble was finding something to take that didn't have special meaning to Buffy but still possessed a distinct *Buffyness* quality. *Whatever the fuck that means!* The brunette felt that she'd know it when she saw it, so she continued to dig.
*Jus' gotta have something of Buffy's… could be any junk… it jus' has to remind me of B.* Faith shook her head, feeling a tinge of self loathing. *Look at me. I'm way past pathetic… an' I don't give a fuck.*
When Faith stepped past the boxes, she fell. *Shit! What the fuck.* She looked at what she had tripped over. *Huh?* Pulling back a paint-stained sheet, Faith found herself looking at the second most beautiful site she'd ever seen. *Holy fuck!*
Buffy entered the house with Willow and Dawn trailing behind. "Hey, how do you guys feel about pizza tonight? Hmm? You okay with that Dawn?"
"Yeah sure. Whatever. I'm going up to my room. I totally have a chem. test tomorrow and Mrs. Gregory, aka Mrs. Nasty-Face hates me… so I have to be big on the study. I'll be upstairs."
"Okay."
"Dawnie, if you need help studying…"
"Thanks Willow. I could use a hand… What's with chemistry having math in it, anyway? Is it science or is it math? It's like it can't decide!"
"That's what I say." Buffy agreed, nodding her head. Willow just rolled her eyes and followed Dawn upstairs to help her out.
The blonde slayer went into the kitchen to get their dinner, which meant finding the cordless phone and the number to the local pizza delivery place. "Hey Wil! Wil, throw down the phone book. Wil! Dawnieeee!" Buffy called out. There was no response. *I actually have to walk upstairs… Darn it!*
"Hey, you guys are the phone books up here?" Buffy headed into Dawn's room and stopped. Something caught her eye. She moved toward her bedroom and pushed her door the rest of the way open. *Something's…* "Willow! Willow!"
"What? What's wrong?" Willow came running out of Dawn's room with Dawn close behind.
"Someone has been in the house."
"Wha… Where?… Buffy, what do you mean?" Willow looking around Buffy's bedroom and then at her.
"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Dawn asked skeptically.
"Just go check your rooms. Right now." The blonde ordered pushing them out. Buffy shut her bedroom door, and leaned against it closing her eyes. She slowed her breathing and stood there. *What is it? Who is it?… It's not Spike.* Buffy moved toward her bed. "Hey, you guys come in here!"
Willow and Dawn both entered the room again. "What?!" Dawn gave an eye roll.
Buffy pointedly ignored it and turned to Willow. "Willow, didn't you say that you and Tara made everyone's bed this morning and cleaned."
Willow frowned slightly. *Is she going to actually complain about the quality?!* "Yes," Willow spoke carefully, "Why?"
"Well… because my bed doesn't look very made up does it?"
"Buffy, I…" Willow halted as she looked down at a very messy bed. "Oh!"
"Well nothing is missing from my room." Dawn offered suddenly scared, then added trying to laugh it off, "How mega creepy is this!"
Buffy and Willow exchanged a look, just as the front door banged shut and Spike called out. "Hey, it's me. Where is everybody?"
"Spike!… I need to talk to you about something." Buffy made her way downstairs. Dawn went to follow but Willow shook her head.
"Spike,… Someone has been laying in my bed."
"Have they been eating your porridge too?!" Spike couldn't resist.
"Dammit Spike! I'm serious. Tell me, have you been up to your lurking ways again? Hmm? Just confess if you have."
"Oh go to hell, goldilocks! I jus' came by to look for my lighter." Spike stormed out angry.
*Well that went swimmingly… I knew it wasn't him… I shouldn't have asked.* Buffy walked back up the stairs. "Will, can you and Tara do a protection spell, please. I'd like to be able to get some sleep tonight."
Willow ran past Buffy on the stairs.
"Will, where are you going?"
"Uh… uh, nowhere. I thought… I forgot something that's all. I'll be right back. Tell Dawnie that I'll be back up in a sec." Willow smiled nervously.
"Okay." Buffy knitted her brows and shrugged turning back to go talk to Dawn.
Willow waited until Buffy was all the way upstairs and rushed down to the basement. "Oh no! No!" She dropped the sheet back to the floor and headed up to her own room to figure out what to do. *Tara will be home soon… I hope."
Willow sat panicking and waiting. *Oh my god! How am I going to tell Buffy this! oh boy! This is sooo not good!*
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Tara came into their bedroom.
Willow was sitting on their bed near tears. "Tara, I… I did something really stupid."
"That's impossible." The blonde witch smiled at her and bent to give her a kiss.
"No." Willow returned the smile hesitantly. "Not really… but that's why I love you, because that's your first reaction."
"Okay." Tara sat on the bed next to her; she could tell that Willow was seriously upset and now was nervous too. "What is it?"
"Well, today when we got home… Buffy sort of discovered that someone… and that someone must be someone obsessed with her… since they were laying in her bed."
"Spike."
"Probably. Anyway, that someone… heck, let's just say Spike. Spike was in the house today and nothing is missing except for the Buffybot."
"What?!" Tara asked incredulously. "Why? It was just scrap anyw…" Tara stopped mid-sentence and glanced at Willow. "Willow… what did you do?"
"I had the Buffybot fixed. I… I just couldn't leave her like that. After all she'd done to help us."
"Willow honey, she wasn't real."
Willow's eyes started to tear up, "But she was all we had… after Buffy died." She began to cry in earnest. "Without her… I think I would have died too."
"Oh Willow," Tara put her arms around Willow and began to cry with her. "It's okay, honey. It's okay. You didn't do anything bad. Whoever stole her did. Okay? Are you okay now? Hmmm?" She gently smoothed back a strand of Willow's beautiful red hair. "You okay?"
Willow sniffled and nodded.
"Okay then. Tell me. How well did you fix her?"
Willow looked uncomfortable again. "I didn't… I couldn't."
"Willow, I don't understand."
"I couldn't fix her so I took her to someone who could."
"Who?" Tara was genuinely puzzled.
"Warren. He fixed her perfectly; he even adjusted some of her programming… At least he got rid of the Spike fixation that she had."
"Well, we have to be thankful for what we can." Tara laughed a little, getting Willow to laugh too. "It's going to be alright, sweetie. Do you want me to talk to Buffy for you?"
Willow chewed on her lip a little and looked down. Tara leaned over and kissed her. "Okay honey, I'll take care of it. I love you."
Willow brightened and looked up, "I love you too."
Faith kicked her apartment door shut, and carried her new prized possession to her couch. She set it down very delicately and uncovered it slowly. *What the hell is it?!* The brunette reached out with a trembling hand to touch Buffybot's face. *Oh my god… it's perfect.* Her eyes filled with tears. *It looks just like her.* Faith suddenly couldn't breathe. She stood up and paced around the room trying to catch her breath.
*Now what?!… what is it, anyway!… Oh fuck, I don't even care… it looks just like her and it's mine now!*
She sat back on the couch next to the Buffybot, looking at it. The dark slayer laid her head on Buffybot's chest. *This is the closest I'll ever get to Buffy again.* She wrapped her arms around the blonde little bot and cried.
"YOU WHAT?!" Buffy pushed past Tara and strode into Willow's room, yelling on her way in. "WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT!"
Willow burst into tears, "Buffy. Buffy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Really I am. I just…" She was sobbing at this point.
Buffy stood there staring, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself. Tara had followed Buffy in and Dawn crouched outside the room upset.
"Buffy, listen me…" Tara put a hand on the blonde's shoulder getting her to turn around.
When Buffy turned she saw Dawn standing in the doorway crying. *Oh Damn! Way to go Buffy!* The little slayer strode out of the room unable to look at Dawn. She went in her bedroom and slammed the door then sat heavily on her bed. The blonde buried her face in her hands and just sat there.
*And the best part about all of this is that I can't even cry anymore. I hate my life. Why did they bring back. I can't believe this… why can't I cry… why don't I care… I'm not even real anymore. I hate being alive… this is hell.* Buffy sat for awhile feeling so miserable it was excruciating.
There was a soft knock at the door. "Buf… Buffy." Tara stuttered nervously, "Buffy, can I come in please?"
"Yes." The blonde slayer took a deep breath.
Tara came in and closed the door behind her. "Buffy, Willow didn't mean anything bad by it. Honestly, she meant well."
"Willow always means well, doesn't she?"
Tara paled slightly.
"It's okay Tara. You don't have to do Willow's explaining for her. It doesn't matter anyway. I'll just go and get that damn bot thing back and do what I should've done in the first place. But Willow needs to learn that sometimes it's better to let things stay dead!"
Buffy headed out of the room. She could hear the crying from upstairs as she walked out of the house, but she felt nothing.
"Well if it isn't little Mary Sunshine! So what brings you to this neck of the woods, gorgeous."
Buffy walked straight up to Spike and punched him; the bad boy hit the wall so hard it cracked.
"Buf… Buffy." Spike was choking on his own blood trying to get out the words.
The blonde slayer kicked him in the stomach next. Spike fell to his knees gasping and reaching up, "Buf…"
She pulled the bleach blonde vampire to his feet and brought her fist back to hit him again, but the expression on his face stopped her.
Spike was afraid; he'd never seen such a dead look in his little slayer's eyes before. They were an emotionless void; his heart felt shattered.
"WHERE IS IT?!"
He could only shake his head in confusion.
"You know what I'm talking about! Where is that THING?!" Buffy pulled her fist back to strike him again.
Spike began to sputter out some words, "I… Buf… please."
She loosed her grip on his collar. "Spike, I mean it. Where is that bot thing?! Where do have it hidden?!" Buffy dropped him to the ground, and headed for the downstairs area of his crypt.
Spike had caught his breath. "Buffy, I don't know what you're talking about. I… I don't have whatever you're looking for." He crawled to the wall to pull himself up.
Buffy came back into the room, looking furious again. "Spike, I don't know where you have that THING hidden, but I'm willing to beat it out of you."
He swallowed hard and held up both his hands to ward her off. "Buffy, I swear. I don't have whatever it is that you think I have."
Spike held his breath while she stared at him.
"Fine." Buffy spoke with her jaw clenched.
The bleach blonde vampire started to breathe again. Not that he needed to; it's just that some habits never die.
Buffy turned away running a hand through her hair and sighing.
He watched her curiously before asking, "What happened? What's wrong?" Spike took a step toward her but froze when she turned and looked at him.
"You really don't know, do you?"
"No." He tilted his head in that puppy-dog way. Buffy was sold; she headed for the door.
"Never mind." She said over shoulder as she stomped out. *Great! Now what?!!*
Faith awoke from a wonderful dream with her and Buffy; they were together and blissfully happy. The brunette slayer had never experienced such an overwhelming sense of contentment. She didn't even know such happiness existed. The dream was so vivid that she awoke breathless and with tears in her eyes.
"Buffy, I love you." She lifted her head and kissed the Buffybot softly on the lips, then smiled at the blonde waiting for a response. Faith shook her head and looked closely at Buffy. *Shit!* She sat up quickly and stared down at the little slayerbot.
Faith ran her hands through the long blonde hair. *What's the deal with this life sized doll anyway?… It's so real… it's freaky…* Faith continued to stroke Buffybot, running her fingers along the nape of the bot's neck. *What the hell is this?* The brunette felt the skin give a little; like the soft spot on the top of a baby's head. She pushed it gently; and the bot's eyelashes fluttered. *Whoa! Holy Crap!* A big smile spread across the dark slayer's face as she gazed down. The Buffybot blinked several times.
"Hello. Should I know you?" Buffybot asked politely, then stated. "You are not in my memory bank."
Faith could not stop grinning long enough to respond; she just stared at the little doll.
"Perhaps the file has been corrupted. We should find Willow. Willow is my friend." Buffybot sat up smiling brightly.
"Wha.. Why…" Faith took a breath and tried again. "What the fuck are you?!"
Buffy awoke from a wonderful dream with her and Faith; they were together and blissfully happy. She'd only known such peace once before, and never thought she'd feel it again. It was so vivid that she awoke breathless and with tears in her eyes.
*Crying?… Why am I crying?* Buffy reached up and wiped at the tears. *Oh my god, I'm crying!* Buffy cried until she laughed. Dawn ran into the room. "Buffy? Buffy, are you okay?"
"Yes, Dawnie. Come here." She pulled Dawn onto the bed and hugged her. Tara had already left for class, but Willow was still home and heard the commotion. It was Dawn giggling loudly as Buffy tickled her, laughing and crying at the same time.
Willow stood in the doorway and spoke up with some hesitation, "Hey."
Buffy turned to her and gave her a bright smile, "Hey yourself. Come here and help me tickle this little silly-head."
"You're such a dork." Dawn could barely get the words out between giggles.
Willow grinned and ran in, jumping onto the bed to help tickle-torture Dawn.
"Stop it. Stop… I'm gonna pee my pants."
"Say uncle." Buffy laughed giving no sign of letting up.
"You're… You're such… You're such a dork." Dawn's face was red from laughing so hard. "Stop… Okay. Okay. Uncle! Uncle!" She screamed between giggles. Buffy and Willow both stopped and Dawn got up and ran past them to the bathroom.
The slayer and the witch looked at each other, smiling.
"Buffy…" Willow began.
Buffy interrupted her, "Willow, you don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." She paused letting her words sink in, then poked Willow giving her a teasing smile. "Have I told you lately that you're the bestest, best friend anyone could ever have? Hmmm? Have I?" Buffy made a goofy face.
"Oh my god, Buffy." Willow hugged her and spoke through tears, "I've missed you. We all have. That's why Buffy. That's… why… We all love you so much… and… and we just want you to be happy."
"Willow, I am. I am happy and I'm sad and I'm… confused and I'm… Ugh! I think I'm overwhelmed. But I'm something. I'm alive and I'm happy about that for the first time. It's like everything is going to be okay again, Will. I don't know why, but I just woke up knowing that." Buffy was sobbing also and holding on tight to Willow.
Dawn came back to the room. "Hey, what's wrong? Why is everyone crying?"
Willow looked up smiling through her tears, "It's okay Dawnie. It's a good kind of crying. Come here."
Dawn went to the bed and joined their hug. She hugged them for a minute crying a little herself then pulled back to ask, "Hey, when you dorks are done crying, can I have pancakes for breakfast?"
"I'm going to go downstairs to make my Dawnie the biggest and bestest pancakes in the world? Hmmm?" Willow ruffled Dawn's hair.
Dawn just rolled her eyes, "Ugh!" Then laughing as she ran out, "Hey, you guys hurry up I think the Pinky and The Brain cartoons are on Nickelodeon right now."
"Dawn, you're going to school today." Buffy shouted to the Dawn's retreating form.
Dawn could be heard halfway down the stairs, "I can't hear you, Buffy."
Buffy looked back at Willow who just sat smiling at her. Willow stood up to leave, then turned to say, "It's good to have you back, Buffy." Her eyes were still glistening with tears.
"It feels good to be back." *Listen to me… It feels…. Wow!* Buffy's smile was heart warming. "But hey Wil,… we DO still have to figure out who was here. We really need to get that robot thing back. It is a slayer-esque contraption in its programming and all… it could easily be used to hurt somebody…"
Willow nodded in agreement, then grinned. "Why don't you ask Mr. Gordo? He was here; he saw who was in your bed." Willow laughed and walked out of the bedroom.
"Why Wil, that's a good idea." Buffy held up the stuffed pig, "Who was in my bed, Mr. Gordo? Hmmm? Tell me who was here? You know don't you?" She poked his nose in.
"You're a secretive little pig, aren't you?" She giggled as his nose popped back out. "Naughty Mr. Gordo, you've been unfaithful to me, haven't you?" She kissed the stuffed pig playfully. *Faith!* Buffy pulled the pig away from her lips and looked at him closely. There was something smudged on his cheek. She rubbed it off with her fingers and looked at it. It was a very dark, deep shade of red lipstick. *Faith. Oh my god… it's Faith!* Buffy jumped out of bed.
"I am Buffy Summers." The Buffybot gave a vacant smile.
"No, you're not. But you look exactly like her." Faith studied the little bot, reaching out and gently running a finger along her cheek. *Yes… exactly like her… well… close enough.*
"They call me Buffybot, Xander and Willow and Dawn and Tara and Spike. They are my friends. I like them."
"You're a robot… huh?… go figure… jeez… an' jus' when ya think that you've seen it all!" Faith chuckled.
"Do I please you?" Her tone became genuinely inquisitive.
"You betcha!!" Faith leaned forward and kissed the Buffybot. *Her lips are so soft… fuckkkkk… and she tastes like… strawberries…*
The Buffybot giggled. *Holy fuck! She giggles too!… They programmed Buffy's giggle!* Faith's eyes watered. She pulled back to look at the little bot.
"I like that." Buffybot said with her usual face splitting but beautiful smile.
Faith smiled back. *Damn, she is a such a cutie.* "You like that. How 'bout another?" Faith leaned forward catching Buffybot's lips with her own, this time the blonde bot returned the kiss. *Ahhhhhhh… Wow!* The brunette opened her eyes slowly and looked into the beautiful greens ones looking back. *Woah! She looks all spaced out!* "Hey are you alright? You're not broke or nothin'? Are you?!"
"No. Willow had me fixed."
The brunette's eyes narrowed, "Not like a dog or somethin'?"
The blonde bot tilted her head, "I don't understand."
"Ya know,… neutered!" Faith ran her hands over the Buffybot's chest and slid them lower. "Let's go in the bedroom… So I can check for ya!" The brunette wiggled her eyebrows, then stood and held out her hand.
The Buffybot smiled blankly, but placed her little hand in Faith's. "Okay."
"Willow!" Buffy rushed downstairs and into the kitchen. Willow was standing by the stove holding a spatula.
"What's up, pup?" She smiled happily at Buffy.
"I know who was here."
"Oh yeah. Did Mr. Gordo tell you?" Willow laughed as she flipped the Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes.
"Sort of, actually." Buffy started to laugh, but realized that this might be a big bad. "It was Faith."
The color drained from Willow's face. "Buf,… oh my god, are you sure?" She reached for a chair to sit down in.
"Pretty sure. I need to call Angel and see if Faith has escaped from prison." Buffy was already picking up the phone. "Don't tell Dawn until we're sure. Okay?"
"Yeah Buffy, of course."
"What are we going to do?" The Buffybot sat next to Faith when she patted the bed.
"We're going to have sex, my little Bbot." Faith leaned forward to kiss her again.
The slayer bot spoke up, "I don't have any files on that. Perhaps we should see Willow so she can program me."
"Nah. Shhhh… We don't need to. I'll teach you." The brunette pushed Buffybot back onto the bed and laid on top of her, kissing her and running her hands lightly down Buffybot's arms.
"Oh my!" The blonde bot's eyes widened. Faith started unbuttoning her shirt. Buffybot smiled proudly, "I can do that. I know how." She sat up and began unbuttoning her own shirt.
A huge grin spread across the dark slayer's face, "You got it… Go for it! Take it all off, baby." She laughed at the little bot's enthusiasm, but stopped quickly when the bot slipped her skirt off. *Oh yeah… oooh…* "Come here!" Faith pushed Buffybot's hands away and pulled her panties down for her.
Faith eyes became glazed; she looked back up at the blonde bot. Buffybot smiled at her. *Fuck yeah!* The brunette stood up ripping her own clothes off as quickly as she could. Then she got back onto the bed.
"I like you. You are pretty, like me."
Faith laughed. "Damn! You're funny too!"
"We are pretty." Buffybot stared back at Faith.
"Wow! You're like a little sexbot or somethin', aren't you?! 'Cause you got me all hot and bothered…" The brunette pushed Buffybot back down on the bed. She leaned over her, kissing the bot's delicious mouth. Faith lifted her head, "Do you like this?"
"Yes. It feels…" Buffybot made a face as if she were concentrating, "It feels exceptional." She nodded pleased with herself for finding the word she was looking for.
"It sure does." Faith slid her hands over the blonde bot's chest, thrilled to see Buffybot's nipples instantly harden. *Oh damn!* She bent her head and covered the perfect nipple with her lips kissing it gently before pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it. She ran her tongue over Buffybot's nipple before catching it carefully between her teeth and lightly biting.
The blonde bot moaned, tangling her hands in Faith's. *Unbelievable! She moans!… she's programmed to moan?!… Red is like a frickin' genius or something!* Faith looked up at Buffybot. The bot gave her a sultry look.
Faith growled and jumped on top of her, then asked, "You won't electrocute me or nothin', will ya?"
The blonde bot gave her a quizzical look.
"Never mind!" Faith bent to kiss Buffybot's stomach and head lower.
Buffy hung up the phone, and looked at Willow. "He said he doesn't know anything about it, but he's going to call the prison and call us back."
"I'm sure that we would've been notified if she broke out of prison or at least we would've seen it on the news." Willow said trying to reassure Buffy… and herself.
"She may not have broken out; Angel said something about her having been up for parole."
"What?! She's a murderer!!"
"I don't know the details, Wil. He didn't have time to tell me."
There was an awkward silence. Then Willow cleared her throat and asked, "So how did a stuffed animal tell you that it was Faith?" She tried to keep the skepticism from her voice.
"Yeah, I know how it sounds, Wil… There was a lip print on Mr. Gordo's cheek, and it was a shade of lipstick that…"
"That said whore!" Willow finished Buffy's thought.
"Wil! Language! Please!" She chastised her teasingly. "I was going to say - the only person I know who'd wear that shade is Faith, but there was something else too… I felt it. I mean I just sensed it was her… don't ask me to explain, because I can't… at least not without risk of being sent to the looney bin."
*Why would Faith's lipstick be on…* Willow pushed away the question in her mind.
"So what do you think Faith wants Buffybot for?… Oh, wait I got it. Like an evil duo or something… they'll team up, right?" Willow then added, "But she'd have to find someone to reprogram Buffybot first. The bot is programmed to protect."
"Or maybe she just wants to tear its arms off, and hear it scream!"
Willow glanced at Buffy perplexed. "Buffy, isn't destroying the Buffybot what you intend on doing anyway?"
"Yeah, but… I don't know. I just can't be okay with Faith getting some kind of twisted pleasure out of it… you know, killing something because it looks like me."
A strange thought struck Willow; her face turned red.
"Wil, what's up?"
"Nothing. Nothing… Tell Dawnie her pancakes are ready, please." Willow smiled at the little blonde.
"Surely, you got it!" Buffy paused waiting for Willow's reply.
"And don't call me, Shirley!" They both chuckled at the corny joke.
Dedication: Aby, this one is for you. :P
Faith kissed the inside of Buffybot's thighs, taking a close look between the bot's legs. The brunette had seen the real Buffy naked before; she'd had stolen peeks of the older slayer's goods many times at their sleepovers… unbeknownst to Buffy, of course. *She looks just like Buffy down here. How is that possible?!… the most perfect little…*
Faith kissed her pussy softly then opened her mouth for a taste. *Oh Jeezzzz… oh yes… sweeeet.*
The brunette ran her tongue up slowly licking. Buffybot arched up, "Oh yes. I like this. I… I like this a lot." She moaned and pulled at Faith's hair, as her breathing got heavier.
*Whoa! Does a robot even breathe?!… hell, doesn't matter… she's hot… jus' like Buffy.* Faith began to pretend it was Buffy. Each of her kisses became more passionate; her mouth giving in to an ache that had been pratically killing her. *Oh Buffy… I love you… B… B… mmmm…*
She slid her hand up the inside of the bot's thigh and moved a bit to allow herself better access. Then Faith slipped her middle finger inside Buffybot, caressing the inside wall and searching. *Holy Fuck! She even has a g-spot… talk about the complete package… Willow is my hero!* She leaned back in to suck gently on the bot's clitoris.
"Oh my goodness!" The little bot called out. Buffybot tensed up. "Oh!… oh my… Oh yes… yes… yesssss… ahhhhhh!" Faith was stunned as the little robot came. The brunette slayer could feel the little spasms and the sudden rush of fluid.
Faith gave her a dazzling smile and said, "Buffy, I love you.... Do you know that?… I love you… I absolutely…totally… completely… frickin' love you!" After all, this was just a robot; Faith didn't have to be afraid to say whatever she wanted too.
The Buffybot smiled sweetly back, her eyes half closed. "I like that. You make me feel good. You are my friend."
Faith laughed and bent back down to continue kissing her favorite spot.
...continued in part 11...