We Need Each Other
by JaHo
Rating: NC-17
"This is Faith..the other Vampire Slayer.." Andrew said as he moved the camera around her, filming Faith as she flipped through the pages of the latest Spawn comic.
Faith looked up at him, from the couch, and waved at the camera. "Hiya.."
"So, Faith..tell me, how do you feel after being injured at the hands of merciless evil?"
Faith thought for a moment. "Well.. pretty fuckin' pissed off, actually. But, me and Buffy will make it right." She said, satisfied with her answer.
"Ahh, yes.." Andrew said, pausing and turning the camera toward himself, getting a full frame of his own face. "As I have told you before, gentle-viewers, the two Slayers are the yin and yang of each other. Buffy the bright goddess, and Faith the dark haired queen. They have come together joining forces, not to mention their hearts, to fight the forces of evil."
Faith just sat and watched him and laughed to herself. That kid is fuckin' crazy, she thought. This guy used to be an evil mastermind?
"Let us now, get Faith's perspective on her new relationship with our fearless, if not longwinded, leader." Andrew turned the camera back around, focusing it on Faith once again.
Faith shrugged, looking at the camera. "Well, it's not really new. The relationship I mean. We were together years ago..I did some pretty bad stuff and it ended. But, it's ok. I'm different now. We both are."
"Oh, your turn to the dark side of the force..Would you care to elaborate on that?"
"Not really." Faith said flatly, shaking her head. "Let's just say it was bad and leave it alone, ok?"
"Um..well." Andrew stammered. "Can you describe for us, your relationship with Buffy?"
Faith smiled, then. Now this was a subject she could get into. She settled back into the couch, before she answered. "Well..it's hot..sexy..passionate..and just all around incredible."
She was grinning broadly, then her eyes drifted off, away from the camera. She continued. "It's also sweet. Romantic, too. She does such great things for me. I just can't get enough of her. It's like whenever I'm not around her, I'm always thinking about her in the back of my head and wishing I could be with her. Then when I'm with her, all I want to do is grab her..and kiss her..and.."
After a pause, Andrew asked. "..and?"
Faith just looked mischievously at the camera. "That's none of your frickin' business, Girlie-Pants." With that she gave the camera her middle finger and grinned.
Andrew sighed dreamily, as he shut off the camera. This was great stuff.
That night, the two Slayers lay in their bed, holding close to each other. Buffy's head was resting contentedly on Faith's tummy, her fingers stroking lightly along the area of her lover's stomach that was now completely healed over. Inspecting and touching tenderly.
"It's strange.." She finally said.
"What is, baby?"
"Well, it's only been about a week. But where you were hurt..it's all gone. Not even any scars, just like always." She hesitated, still running her hand across her lover's belly, finally stopping at a certain point. "So why's this still here?"
Faith looked down to see Buffy running her finger along the length of a certain scar. The only one that Faith's body bore, that hadn't faded entirely thanks to the Slayers' incredible healing process. The scar that Buffy herself had given her years ago, when she had run Faith's own knife into her during their rooftop fight.
"I dunno." The dark-haired girl, finally said. "I've wondered about that too. I used to look in the mirror and stare at it, wondering why it didn't go away like all the others."
Buffy leaned down and kissed the spot. Once. Twice. Then, she resumed stroking the area with her fingers, and Faith continued to wonder.
"Maybe.. it's there because I still want it."
Buffy lifted her head and looked at her lover.
"What do you mean? Why?"
"Sometimes when I look at it..it reminds me of what I used to be. I don't ever want to go back to that. So, it stays there. To remind me."
"You'll never go back there. I'm here for you, and I won't abandon you this time. I'll never let you go." Buffy sat up and brought both of her hands up to rest on Faith's shoulders, smiling. "Got it?"
The lovely brunette smiled. "I got it."
Then Buffy brought Faith's lips to her own, kissing her with all she had. Giving her every bit of passion that was in her, and hearing Faith moan into her touch.
My lips press against yours, and I feel you melt into me. I tentatively move my hands into your beautiful, dark hair and hold you close to me. Your intensity rolls off of you in waves, and I feel your passion flood into me like it was just being poured in.
Your hand is on my waist, gently stroking and bringing the most delicate but electric sensations, from your slightest touch. Oh my. Everything about you arouses me, and brings out the sweetest part of me that I try to keep hidden. You complete me.
I feel your hand between my legs, gently stroking my inner thigh. You're teasing me, but I know that you'll give me what I need. You always do, no matter how much you tease.
"Oh, Faith." I gasp, when you begin to kiss my neck. I need you, please take me.
At the sound of me whispering your name, your grip on me intensifies. Hands running across my body with urgency that I'm not sure I can match. You need me too.
I press myself against you, so closely that I can hardly breathe. The feeling of your body against mine is so powerfully intoxicating, and I moan with the feeling that runs through me. Our mouths separate and you alternate between kisses and light licks down my neck, finally stopping at my breast.
Oh God. Circling my nipple with your tongue then drawing it into your mouth, pulling at my flesh. Light little nibbles that send jolts of pleasure all the way down to my center.
"Yes..oh please, Faith."
One of your hands slips down my stomach toward my aching sex, and my whole body shivers at the touch of your fingers against me.
Ooh, my girl likes that, huh?
I keep one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place while I continue to work on your dripping need. Slipping my middle and ring fingers inside and letting the pad of my palm rub against your clit, as I slowly work them in and out. I can feel you trying to arch up in pleasure, but I continue to hold you tight on top of me.
"Oh..yess..that feels so.."
That's my girl. I love hearing you moan for me, knowing how high that I can take you. I can't help but grin. You're close; I can feel it. Your muscles are clenching around my fingers, and a vibration is building in you like a low hum that rapidly increases to a roar.
Your body jerks against me like you're being pulled apart from the inside, but still I hold you close not letting you go. Most times you groan or even cry out when you climax, but this time you let out this adorable series of gasps and whimpers. So cute.
Lying on top of me, finally you catch your breath while hugging and gently stroking my sides. Finally, you lift your head and look at me, the dreamiest look in your eyes.
"You're amazing.."
B, you're gonna give me a swelled head. You nuzzle back down against me, and I feel your warm breath against my shoulder. Even that slight sensation makes me gasp then shiver, and you can feel it. You look up at me again, smiling sweetly.
"You want me?" with a little wink.
I push you onto your back, straddling your waist and smile down at you. My face is only inches from yours, as I speak.
"Girl, I'm so fuckin' hot for you. You have no idea what you're in for."
Time for you to go to school, my little B.
"Oh Faith. You really didn't have to. I mean..I didn't expect.."
"Did you really think I'd forget your birthday, B? Just shut up and open it ok?" Faith grinned eagerly as her girlfriend stared down at the brightly wrapped package in her lap.
Buffy reached down and tore the wrapping with her fingernails, tearing the paper off and discarding it. Then, opening the rectangular box she gasped. "Oh Faith. You're so sweet."
Buffy reached into the box and pulled out what was hidden inside. It was a roughly ten inch long wooden dowel, an inch in diameter and delicately tapered to a point, at one end. Buffy examined closer and saw the words: 'Mister Pointy Junior' engraved on the side in stylized italics. On top of that, it was even varnished and coated with a polished shine. It was beautiful.
"You shoulda seen the girl at the gift shop's face when I took it to have it engraved. She looked at me like I had three heads, or some shit." Faith said, grinning. "So you like it? I made it with my own two hands."
"I love it," Buffy said, smiling "and I love you." She reached out and hugged Faith, for all she was worth. When they finally separated, Faith spoke.
"Just do me a favor? Jab it right into preacher-man's eye for what he did to Xander, ok?" Buffy looked down at her gift, thinking over the occurrences of the past few weeks.
"You're incredible." Buffy said, smiling.
Faith just grinned, "And you're mine," she brought her girlfriend into a sweet kiss.
"Do you really think that we're ready for this?" Buffy asked, the subject still in the back of her mind. "The preacher I mean?"
"I know it. Let's kick his ass."
"I dunno, Buffy." Willow said "Every locator spell that I've tried comes up dry. It's like this guy has some funky mojo, keeping him from being detected."
"I checked the mission." Spike said, coming in the door. Everyone looked up when he entered. "Ran into a couple of his whiny little cronies, but he's not held up there anymore. He's not that stupid."
"Well there's gotta be some way to track him down. As far as I know turning invisible ain't one of this guy's super powers." Faith paced back and forth across the Summers living room, restlessly as the rest of the gang peered over texts and old dusty books. Not exactly Faith's area of interest. After a while she decided to go out on the front porch and have a smoke.
She walked out of the living room toward the door, and just as she reached for the handle there was a knock. Who could that be? Faith hesitated for a moment and then opened the door.
She was pleasantly taken aback by who was standing there and smiled broadly.
"Angel.."
The vampire smiled back at her, or more accurately became a little less broody. That was as close to a smile as Angel liked to get.
"Thought you guys might need a little help," he said.
"Faith, who was at the..door..?" Buffy called. Her heart fell about a foot.
Everyone looked up as Angel walked into the living room. His classic black clothing and brooding demeanor were shining, imposingly, to all the Potentials who had never met or heard of him before. He stopped, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Hi," he said, noncommittally, to the room full of people.
Strangely enough, the first person to get up to meet him was Spike. The British vampire walked the few steps that separated him from his former mentor and stood facing him. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
"Uh-oh.." Xander quipped out.
Everyone sat staring in stark silence as the two stared each other down. Their eyes burned into each other, each sizing the other up. A few moments passed and something silent happened between them.
"Spike.." Angel nodded, his expression never changing.
"Angel." Spike returned the acknowledgement.
"You in on this fight?"
Spike gave him a slight smirk. "Yeah."
A few more moments passed. "Alright then." Then Angel moved around him and walked further into the room. Spike walked into the kitchen. They might be fighting together, and they might have had a mutual understanding but it didn't mean they had to be chummy.
Buffy and Angel sat on the back porch talking. They had been for quite some time.
"Somehow I always knew that Cordelia was the source of something evil." Buffy laughed.
Angel just smiled slightly at Buffy's joke and shook his head. "I can see you feeling that way."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while. Buffy finally broke the time of silence.
"So why'd you come?"
"I figured you might need some help. Preventing an apocalypse seems to be our area of expertise, judging by our past experience." Angel still didn't meet her eyes. He couldn't.
Buffy put her hand on his shoulder, and if Angel's heart was functioning it would have skipped a beat. He felt the familiar warmth of Buffy's touch flood through him. He closed his eyes as old and familiar memories began to come back to him, and he forced them from his mind the best way that he could. But, finally he looked up into her eyes, and lost all his resolve.
"I'm glad that you're here," she said.
He leaned in close to her, and she felt his presence. She leaned into him, in response bringing her face close to his. Her first love. Their lips were close to each other, waiting to be explored. Then, suddenly Buffy pulled away.
"Angel..I can't." Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks. "I can't. I'm with..someone."
She ran into the house, leaving Angel alone on the back porch. She rushed into the house, pushing past Faith who tried to stop her and find out what was wrong. Once upstairs she shut the door and collapsed on their bed, sobbing.
Faith walked out the backdoor and onto the porch where Angel still sat, and stared at him angrily waiting for him to meet her gaze.
"What the hell did you do to my girl?"
Faith stood outside their bedroom door for a few minutes, listening to Buffy cry. She didn't exactly know how to approach her girlfriend, so she just stood there with her own heart sinking from hearing Buffy in pain.
Taking a chance, she opened the door quietly and her heart fell even more. She went to the bed and took Buffy in her arms. Holding her and stroking her hair, whispering "Shh..it's ok, B. It's ok."
"F-Faith, don't hold me. I don't deserve it." Buffy said through the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. "I'm the worst girlfriend ever."
"Angel told me what happened.." Faith whispered to her "I..dunno how to say this.."
Buffy looked up at her, eyes pleading, "I'm sorry Faith! I'm so sorry! We were just talking and then we..and I haven't dealt with alot of stuff. You're my.."
Faith just smiled shaking her head. Finally she reached out and clamped her hand firmly over Buffy's mouth.
"Mmph?"
"Buffy, would you shut that cute little mouth of yours, for five friggin' seconds, and let me finish?"
"Mmph?"
"Good."
Faith stood up and stood in front of Buffy, holding both of her hands in her own. Buffy was still looking down at the floor.
"B, look at me," the blonde finally looked up at her girlfriend. "What you did outside. Nobody ever did anything like that for me."
Buffy's brow furrowed and she wiped her cheek on the back of one of her hands. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you get it? You chose me, over someone else. Especially someone who means as much to you as Angel does. Nobody ever did that..ever." Faith smiled down at her. "If I had even one doubt in my mind, it's gone now. I love you, B."
Buffy started to tear slightly, once more. Faith knelt in front of her, cupping the older girl's face in both hands. The dark Slayer grinned.
"Now don't start that weepy shit again." She brought the blonde into a long, tender kiss. Buffy felt her mood lighten, finally. Faith was hers. She still loved her, and that was all that mattered.
"I love you, Faith. And I really am sorry that I freaked. I just thought.."
"Shut up girl," Faith said, grinning "and just hug me, ok?"
"Oh, Faithy."
Faith was in the kitchen. It was 2 a.m., and she had left Buffy asleep to come down for a snack. She opened the refrigerator and began poking around for something that looked interesting. Baloney, half a head of lettuce, and wow..more baloney. Pretty sparse pickings. Damn these teenage bitches could eat. Guess that makes my decision for me, she thought.
She grabbed the package of processed lunchmeat and turned from the fridge to look for some bread, when she was suprised by the dark figure standing directly behind her. Her hand shot out reflexively, knocking the figure backward a few paces. Then, she took a defensive stance.
Angel stumbled back, stopped by the kitchen counter. He threw up his hands in a mock pose of surrender and gave a slight smirk. "Whoa, Faith! It's just me, calm down."
Faith took a deep breath. "Whew. Geez Angel don't you ever get tired of sneaking up on people? I know that's the way you dark guys like to make and entrance, but you can get hurt suprising people like that."
"Yeah, well I've had my own share of suprises today." Angel regained his composure and walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for Faith and then sitting down, himself. Faith finished making her sandwich and sat in the chair Angel had provided for her.
"Sorry about the whole 'woman scorned' routine I played on ya earlier," she said between bites. " I tend to jump first and ask questions later when I see Buffy hurt."
"Hey don't worry about it. Water under the bridge. I can't say whether or not I'd do any different if I were in your place."
Faith continued to munch on her sandwich while Angel got up and looked into the fridge for one of the bottles of cow's blood that Buffy kept for Spike in the bottom drawer. Twisting off the top he said, "If he asks tell him I'll pay him back."
He sat back down.
"Thanks for understanding, A." Faith said "Most people in your spot would be kinda wigged out."
Angel smiled taking a drink.
"I can't say that I wasn't suprised. Not nearly as suprised as I was to find out what happened between her and Spike, mind you." He shook off the ickies of that thought. "I mean, I just never thought that you were.."
"Gay? I'm not. It's Buffy..and only her," she smiled, looking down at her plate.
Angel sat back in his chair. "That makes sense, in a way."
They sat in silence a while longer, before Angel finally spoke. "Buffy seems really happy."
Faith looked over at him, as he continued. "You seem to be good for her. Look, I gave up on anything real between us awhile ago. But, when I see her it still cuts me inside. I'm sorry about before. I didn't know about you and her."
"S'ok, Angel. I'd be weird around her too. You and me got too much history for me to hold that against you. Nothin' really happened anyway."
"So what about this evil preacher guy? From what I hear he's pretty tough."
"Yeah, I'd be six feet under if it weren't for B. He's a badass. He's got some type of healing power too. Everytime I hit him, he seemed to heal right away."
Angel thought a while. "I've seen a few like that. Usually you need to do so much damage that it's catastrophic. Regeneration can't handle that. Come to think of it, you guys still have a tactical advantage over him."
"What's that?"
"He still thinks you're dead."
Faith grinned. "Yeah, you're right. The only thing we need to worry about is how to find his ass."
"Hey. No fair," the two heard Buffy's voice from the kitchen doorway. "You guys are having midnight yummies without me."
Faith got up from the table, smiling. "Hey sweetie. I didn't know you were awake. Everything ok?"
"No." Buffy said, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, as her lover hugged her. "I'm mad at you. I woke up alone, and I need my late night snuggles."
"You little cutie." Faith smiled, her arms still around Buffy's waist. "Alright then, let's go see about those snuggles ok?"
Faith took Buffy's hand and began to lead her up the stairs, as Angel just looked on. He was satisfied and glad that Buffy was happy.
Then the loud crash.
They all heard the shatter of glass and sprung immediately to action mode. The front window had exploded inward, and the girls immediately ran a few steps forward to see two Uber-Vamps standing in front of the couch in the Summers living room. They growled and stood in their feral manner, advancing slowly.
"Angel!" Faith called, "I don't think finding him is a problem anymore…"
The girls stood their ground as the two Turok Han advanced slightly and then stopped. They held their positions in standoff until the two ancient beasts flanked out slightly. Undaunted, Faith began to advance when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't." Angel told her. "Back up until I call for you. Trust me, Faith."
Faith reluctantly backed up, giving in to Angel's instincts, and the vampire took place next to Buffy. They squared off with the monsters and Faith faded into the background. She was tense and ready. All of their adrenaline stores dumped into their systems as they prepared for battle.
Then, between the two grotesque beasts, the demure preacher stepped through the front window. He stepped off of the couch and stood between the two creatures, which were like leashed dogs at his side. Caleb stood and smiled almost sweetly. If one didn't know the evil that lay beneath, they would see nothing more than a modest and non- assuming priest. But, by now, he had proven himself much different.
"Hello Buffy," he smiled, then looked to the vampire at her side. "Angel..if I'm not mistaken that is. Nice to meet you. The Master has told me much. It's too bad that we won't have the opportunity to know each other better before you die."
Then the preacher's smile changed. It was now malicious and feral. "Kill everyone," he said, with a wave of his hand, and the two beasts sprang to attack. Buffy and Angel stepped into defensive stances as the beasts advanced quickly. Angel struck out and caught one with a backfist then a punch that knocked the beast back a step, but it still advanced again.
Buffy hit the other demon with a hard sidekick, that momentarily startled it. Then the beast struck back and sent her spiraling to the ground. She rolled to her back and kipped up to her feet, immediately striking back. The creature recovered immediately, rolling into Buffy in an effort to knock her off balance.
Caleb calmly sat down upon the couch in the Summers living room, watching the battle play out. Actually he was, indeed, watching. But he sat for a different reason. As soon as he had entered the house, he suddenly felt weakened. Not much, but still slightly woozy. What in the name of the Master was going on? The strength that he had been granted by The First was enormous. However, he felt it wane upon closer proximity to this house.
So there he sat, keeping his composure, unwilling to let his opponents see even a moment's weakness. After all, the blonde Slayer's whore was dead. Who could harm him now?
Willow awoke to the sound of the breaking glass. What the...? She sprang from her bed, jarring Kennedy awake with the sudden movement.
"Something's wrong!" Willow said to her sleepy lover, instantly knocking her into the rush that Kennedy always felt when a fight was near. The redhead ran from their room, motioning for Kennedy to follow and banging on every door as she ran down the hall to the stairway and waking all of the Potentials.
It was time to fight.
Faith was in the kitchen, itching like hell to get in on this fight. Her moment was coming soon. From her vantage point she could see Caleb but he couldn't see her. Bastard, she thought. What the hell can I... Her eyes fell upon the keys to Angel's car. They were sitting on the counter, next to the blender that Dawn used to make her chocolate pancake and ice-cream milkshakes.
Did he bring it? Maybe, if she was lucky.
Remembering Angel's earlier words to her, she decided that it was worth a chance. She snagged up the keys and bolted out the back door, running toward the spot where Angel had parked his '68 Plymouth Belvedere.
Angel backed up a step, as his opponent advanced on him throwing wild and ferocious kicks at his face and body. He knew what he was facing, and was wary of it. The Turok Han was the ancient predecessor to the vampire. It was stronger, faster and more ferocious. But was it smarter? Angel was determined to find out. The vampire with a soul kicked the beast as it drew back for its next strike, then he was suprised with a leaping kick to the chest. Angel flew back and into the china cabinet, breaking the glass and shattering wood.
Buffy struck furiously at the Turok Han, trying desperately to gain any advantage to get to her weapons chest. In there would be what she needed to defeat these beasts. So that is where she needed to position herself. The normal weapons she used to defeat vampires would not be enough.
Willow descended the stairs, hearing doors open intermittently behind her. The girls were awake, so she knew she had some back up. But it was she who needed to do something, right this moment.
Hitting the bottom step, she saw the two Turok Han battling with Buffy and Angel. More importantly, she saw the preacher sitting contentedly on the couch, gleefully watching the battle. Where was Faith?
"Careo pravus creatura.." she spat, extending her hands and blasting scarlet energy into the First's servant. Caleb flew backward, lifted up and out of the house, from the force of the spell that he normally would have been able to block. He landed on his back and rolled to his feet.
"Silence girl.." he pointed at her, silencing Willow's chants and magic.
Willow moved further toward the front window, her eyes flickering like black obsidian. The First's preacher realized that his spell had not worked.
"Crusta vobis!" the Wiccan spat at him, finishing her banishing of evil and creating a barrier that Caleb could not penetrate around the Summers house.
No matter, Caleb thought. My minions will do the job for me.
Kennedy and the other Potentials descended the stairs, suddenly feeling a surge of power through them as they reached the first floor landing. It was as if Willow's spell had not only banished evil, but also empowered the good within its circle of influence.
Tiffany rushed for the chest of weapons that Buffy kept in the small space between the living room and kitchen, and Kennedy grabbed a knife to stab at the beast that had just knocked Angel on his ass. Seeing her coming, the ancient creature lashed out with its claws and raked across Kennedy's chest sending her stumbling into the dining area.
Buffy scrambled to her feet again and sprinted toward the creature, only to be stopped by a Potential's call.
"Buffy! Here!" she turned in time to see Tiffany toss a double edged sword in her direction. In one fluid motion the Slayer caught the weapon and struck in the direction of her opponent.
The beast's head separated from its shoulders and fell mere moments before its entire body exploded to dust.
Faith scrambled with the keys, finally finding the right one to fit into the trunk of Angel's car. Opening it, she began to throw items from it at random to search for what she was looking for. Finally, she laid her hands upon it.
I fuckin' knew it, she thought.
She grabbed the item and ran back toward the front window, from which the preacher had just been thrown. This could be it.
Caleb stood to his feet and suddenly felt himself getting weaker, even more so than before. He dizzily swooned before regaining his footing. What was happening to him? His connection to the First, that gave him his power was beginning to grow increasingly thinner. Somehow his power was being robbed from him.
Then Buffy attacked him.
Faith quickly closed the distance between herself and the two combatants. C'mon B, she said in her own mind. We can beat him. Together we're stronger than him, remember?
Buffy struck Caleb with the hilt of her sword and then took a slice at him. Caleb avoided the sword strike. But, he was slower than usual. Without both of his Turok Han, he would have to retreat.
"Kennedy, no!" Willow screamed as her hair turned black to match her eyes, and bluish energy surged to the beast that had just damaged her girlfriend. Willow wasn't about to let another lover fall. Not if she could help it.
The energy arcs leapt from Willow's eyes to the Turok Han, consuming and reducing it to ash. The anger that was in her was colossal. The darkness took over for a moment, and the feel of it coursing through her enraptured Willow.
Then suddenly, waking her out of her reverie, she felt Kennedy's arms. Holding her, thanking her. Tears were streaming down the young brunette's face, proving that she wasn't as hardened as she made herself out to be.
The witch, who was once again a redhead, sat holding her lover until it was all over.
Caleb avoided another sword swing and grabbed Buffy by her throat. He smiled as he squeezed her throat and lifted her from the ground. The blonde Slayer gasped for air and kicked at the First's minion who only continued to smile at her. As her vision began to get fuzzy Buffy saw Faith running toward the house, and the closer she got to the front porch the lighter the grip on her throat became. She was able to breathe again and lashed out hard at Caleb's groin with her foot.
He dropped her grunting in pain, and his strength faltered. Not only did Caleb find himself robbed of the strength to hold the girl, he was finding it difficult to even stand. That difficulty grew to impossibility when Buffy snap kicked him under the chin.
Slowly, the dark priest picked himself up to a kneeling position, seeing a pair of black leather boots ascend the steps and step onto the front porch. He looked up to see the face of the dark Slayer who only smiled at him.
"You...?"
"Hey Hellcat." Faith said. "Remember me?"
Then it dawned on him. This was his downfall. His strength hadn't been robbed from him. It had been shielded from him. The connection of the Slayer bloodline was weakening his own connection to his master.
"Damn you," he spat. "Damn both of you to hell..."
"Aww, you still mad about our little tiff? I'm sorry we can't still be friends. But, it's better to make a clean break." She leveled the shotgun, resting its barrel on Caleb's nose. It was the same shotgun that Angelus had threatened to kill her with, back in LA.
Caleb said not another word, he only looked up into the eyes of the woman who was about to kill him.
Then Faith pulled the trigger, separating the evil servant's head from his shoulders.
Notes: ~~Indicates song lyrics~~
"So where are we going, baby?" Faith asked.
Buffy was busily searching through her closet, tossing clothes here and there. "It's a suprise." Was the only answer she had given.
After alot more prodding, Faith finally resigned herself to the fact that Buffy wasn't going to crack on this one. She'd just have to wait and see. So Faith got up from the bed that they shared, gave her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek, and went downstairs to wait.
"Fuck!" Buffy exclaimed, throwing clothing from her closet to the floor.
"It's ok, Buffy." Willow said. She sat on the bed just watching her friend, more than a little amused. It wasn't like Buffy to be so nervous. "I'm sure Faith will love whatever you wear."
"No!" Buffy said, still searching for the outfit she wanted. "Everything has to be perfect. This is our first night out together since she's been back. All we've done since she got here is slay and screw. Not that I mind either of those things, but still."
Willow gave her a knowing smile and waggled her eyebrows.
"Can we even be a real couple, Wil?" Buffy asked, as she finally laid her hands upon the dress she wanted. "Aha! I knew you were in there!"
Willow's brow furrowed. "Of course you can. You guys are great together. Why would you even say something like that?"
"I dunno." Buffy said, as she slipped her jeans off and began to pull the blue, skin tight, mini-dress on. "How do I know how to act around her? Should I be shy? Maybe cocky. No, no…not cocky. She might find that threatening..."
Willow stood up, put her hands on her friend's shoulders, and smiled. "Buffy...duh! She loves you. Just be Buffy for crying out loud. Besides, all the rest of us are gonna be there. We'll be your rousing moral support artillery."
"Ok.." Buffy smiled and continued to get ready.
"How the fuck do I know what I'm s'posed to do, Runt?" Faith said as she paced back and forth across the living room floor. "I've never been on a real date before."
"Faith calm down. You guys have been back together for a month now, and you still don't know what to do? C'mon.." Dawn smiled in serious amusement. Was this the same girl that she had gotten to know over the past four weeks?
"I know that! Don't you think I know that? Fuck!" Faith sighed heavily and sat down.
Both Dawn and Kennedy were downstairs with her, listening to her rant. Kennedy sat next to her.
"Hey. Don't you think that everyone sees how hot for each other you guys are? Don't worry about it girl.."
Faith reached out and gave Kennedy a quick pat on the leg. "I know. I'm just all nervous...shit, I don't even know why."
Faith's breath caught in her throat, and at that moment she knew exactly why she was so nervous. Buffy was standing at the base of the stairs, in her blue dress and black high heels. Her makeup was expertly applied as just a hint of navy blue above each eye.
Faith stood and crossed the room, bringing her girl into a soft embrace. She was still searching for words. "B..you look..I mean.."
"Shhh.." Buffy smiled. "You look great. Is everyone else ready to go?"
"This was your big suprise, B? The Bronze?"
"Just shut up, ok?" Buffy told her. "I've got this all planned out."
Buffy giggled and took Faith into the club, paying the cover charge and leading the brunette through rows of tables and chairs toward the main area of the club.
As Buffy led her girlfriend out onto the dance floor, she gave a nod and wink to the guest DJ, and he started the song that Buffy had arranged for him to play. Expertly mixing it in, the music gradually changed to 'Chinese Burn'. Buffy began to dance to the music, and her brunette companion wasn't long to follow.
"It's our song." Faith winked, as she began to move her body in time with the fast rhythm. Only then did she see the entire gang watching them from the tables that outlined the dance floor. Gradually they all filtered into the dance floor. Xander and Anya, who seemed to be getting along suprisingly well. Willow and Kennedy weren't far behind. Even the Potentials spread out onto the floor, finding dance partners where they could.
The two Slayers moved together under the multi-colored lights that streamed from every direction and reflected off the dance floor. They were slaves to the music and totally lost in each other.
When the song ended and mixed into the beginning of another, Faith noticed something from the corner of her eye.
"B, you wouldn't mind if I danced with someone else would you? Just for this song, ok?"
Buffy gave her a sly wink. "Don't be too long, ok?"
"I won't be."
Faith moved across the floor, wading through the sea of people who were beginning to get into the rhythm of the current song. She pushed her way past more than a few dancers, before taking Tiffany's hand. The blonde had been sitting alone at her table, nursing a drink.
"Hey girl.." Faith took the blonde's hand and led her out onto the floor and began to move her body against her blonde counterpart's. Tiffany wasn't sure what was going on, but she was sure that she liked whatever it was. Though she knew that she shouldn't be this excited by the presence of the dark Slayer, the movement of the brunette's body was eliciting some undeniable responses from her.
"What are you doing?"
"Me?" Faith answered into her ear, her voice nothing more than a ragged whisper. "I'm dancing. What about you?"
Tiffany was moving in rhythm with Faith and the music. This was like a dream for her, and her body responded moreso than she would have liked. Add to that the slight buzz of the alcohol, and she was in heaven.
"Why are you doing this? You're..ow!" The blonde jumped as Faith pinched her.
"I ask the questions, from now on. Understand?" Tiffany only nodded in acknowledgement. The surreal eroticism that the younger girl saw in the eyes of the Slayer was unlike anything she'd ever been close to. She felt herself begin to tingle, as Faith leaned closer.
"Are you excited?" she closed her eyes, feeling each small gust of breath as Faith spoke, and nodded again in supplication.
"Do you want it?" Faith whispered to her, as they moved together.
"Y-yesss..." the blonde stammered. She was so turned on just by the presence of the brunette that she had lusted over from afar that her body flushed and she felt the heat spread through her, all the way down to her center. What was Faith hoping to accomplish? Tiffany had kept her crush on Faith in check, as much as she possibly could. But now...
In the middle of her reverie, Tiffany felt Faith's hands on her shoulders spinning her around and holding her, back against front. Faith pointed across the floor, and Tiff followed her finger all the way across the room to little Vi who sat swaying to the beat. The shy redhead was oblivious to everything but the swirling lights and music.
"There's your girl..." Faith whispered to the blonde.
Tiffany looked over her shoulder at the brunette who was holding her around the waist. "Really?"
"Oh yeah..." Faith said into her ear, so that she could hear over the loud music. "I've seen the way she looks at you. Go and get her, girl."
With that Faith shoved the young blonde in Vi's direction, and Tiffany continued to walk toward the redhead. Tiffany was licking her lips seductively, and Violet caught her gaze.
The smaller girl's eyes grew wide, when she saw the look of pent and restrained desire in her fellow SIT's eyes. She pointed to herself and looked to either side. Was Tiffany really looking at her like that?
Tiffany just nodded her head in acknowledgment as she closed the distance between them. Vi felt her heart beat hard against her chest, as the blonde got closer. Then she totally blanked out as Tiffany took her hand and led her to a darkened corner at the back of the club.
Strangely, no one saw either of them for the rest of the night.
Faith danced her way back to her girlfriend, running her hands through her hair and down her body. She finally stopped when she was in arm's length of Buffy and pulled the blonde to her and caressing her back.
"So what was that all about?" Buffy asked with a knowing smile.
"Oh nothing. I was just seeing if I still had my touch."
"Oh really?"
"Yup. I do, by the way. I can still turn `em on, then turn `em in any direction I want." The younger girl smiled as she continued to dance. After a few minutes she took her eyes off of Buffy and looked around. They were attracting an audience.
You people need to get out more, Faith thought. If a little girl on girl dancing was enough to get them all flustered, then they had better buckle up.
The next song started, and everyone's movement slowed. Willow put her hands gently on Kennedy's hips and swayed slowly to the music. Looking into the brunette's eyes, the witch saw something that she had hardly ever seen. Vulnerability.
~~How can you see into my eyes, Like broken doors? Leading you down into my core, Where I've become so numb?~~
The lovely redhead looked into the face of the girl that had shared her bed for the past 3 months. They had been an item for longer than Buffy and Faith, but Willow realized that there was a part of both of them that refused to let the other into their most intimate space. The part of themselves that was vulnerable to pain, hurt, and heartbreak. Kennedy played the aggressor all the time.
~~Without a soul, My spirit is sleeping somewhere cold. Until you find it there in me, And lead it back home.~~
Meanwhile, Willow didn't play any role, in their relationship. She had merely been the willing partner in the lashing out of pent up fear and loneliness. And after what the two of them had been through, the Wiccan knew that they both deserved much more.
The song picked up its pace into a hard rhythm and both girls separated. Their bodies rode the rhythm of the music, but their eyes never left the other's. Something that was both beautiful and invisible began to pass between them.
~~Wake me up inside. Wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone. Save me from the nothing I've become.~~
Never breaking eye contact, the brunette mouthed the three words that she had never been able to say aloud. She punctuated them with a nervous smile and a wink. Willow's eyes grew wide for a moment and her heart skipped. Then her features softened into a glowing smile.
Willow usually preferred her naughtiness behind closed doors, but at this moment she didn't care if they were in public or not. She launched herself into Kennedy's arms and kissed her, almost knocking the younger girl off balance.
Willow had accomplished something that few people, under her circumstances, ever do. She was able to love someone, again.
~~Frozen inside without your touch, without your love darling. Only you are life among the dead.~~
"So what are you guys gonna do now?" Spike asked as he filled his own shot glass. Then he filled both Angel's and Giles', in turn. The three had been sitting at a table together for sometime, seeing who would pass out first.
"Going back to L.A." Angel said as he brought the glass to his lips. "I figure I've done all I can here."
"Oh yeah...Mister Good Deeds. I almost forgot," the blonde vampire quipped, watching Giles drink his own and then following their lead.
"Hey, don't knock what you don't know. From what I hear, you're all soul-having now, too." Angel said, as he reached for the bottle. "There's a lot to be said for redeeming yourself."
Giles just watched the two vampires bantered back and forth, and he reached for the bottle himself. It was a party after all, and he was beginning to be very amused by the two commiserating ex-demons.
"Redemption?" Spike asked, drinking another shot. "Look, Angel. You need to realize that the demon inside you...it ain't you. Whatever it did, you weren't in control."
"Hell yes, I was!" Angel retorted as he brought the shot glass to his mouth again. Draining it, he said "You think that the demon is capable of anything that you weren't as a person? The only difference is that, as a human, you had a conscience to control your impulses. Those things that you did as a vampire...they never would have manifested if they hadn't been in your mind already."
Spike sat for a while, mulling over what he had been told. After a while, and a few more drinks, he finally spoke.
"Do you want any help? Helping people that is..."
Angel gave a small smirk, knowing he had gotten through to his fledgling. "Yeah. Sometimes it's all we can do to keep up."
They shook on it, and then returned to their own reveries.
"Well, I don't give a sod about either of you." Giles said, as he struck back his current glassful of alcohol. "I'm going back to England."
"B.." Faith whispered as she lifted her leg into her girlfriend's crotch. "We need to go home. I'm not gonna make it much longer.."
Buffy could feel the waves of her girlfriend's excitement, driving into her. And she knew that if she didn't get Faith home soon, then no one in the club would be safe. So, with a satisfied smile, the blonde Slayer led her lover out the door and back to their home.
Note: This last chapter was written several weeks before the finale' of S7. Please forgive any incongruence that may happen, but I don't know how the actual show is gonna end. This is just my take. :)
The front door slammed open as Buffy pushed Faith through the threshold. She pinned her brunette lover's back against the wall and kicked the door closed with her foot. The blonde kissed her lover with all she had, running her hands along the beautiful prize that she held so close.
"Oh God, B. You're so wet. I can smell it." Faith gasped, her Slayer senses attuned to every sensation.
"You make me that way." Buffy said between kissing the younger girl's face and neck. They had barely made it home before without attacking each other with their hands. Their mouths. Eventually, they made the way upstairs and into their room. Faith was so excited, that Buffy was unsure of what she might do. She'd never seen her girl so turned on. But one thing was for sure. She'd love every minute of it.
A short time later, Willow put her key into the lock of the Summers home. She was only a little surprised to find it unlocked. Buffy and Faith had strangely disappeared from the Bronze a little over an hour ago. The redhead took Kennedy's hand and they walked into the front room, plopping down on the couch together.
The TV clicked on and they sat for a while, Willow's arms wrapped snugly around the younger girl who snuggled into her neck. Occasionally a loud bump or thud could be heard from the upstairs, and every time they would just look at each other and grin broadly.
Finally there was a muffled crash that made Willow jump and her eyes widen. Kennedy just laughed. "What are they doing up there?" Willow asked, knowing the answer but still suprised at the noise.
The brunette just gave her a sly wink and leaned close for a kiss. "Probably the same thing we could be doing down here."
They kissed slowly and passionately, Kennedy's pressure against Willow's body becoming more and more insistent, as she felt her lover's hands moving up her blouse. Willow cupped both breasts gently, enjoying the feeling of the fabric of Kennedy's bra covering her breasts. The heat spread from Willow's touch on her breasts down to her center, and she pressed closer demanding more contact.
Willow separated her lips from her lovely counterpart's, breathing harder and feeling her own excitement begin to bubble inside her. She kissed Kennedy's cheek then earlobe, whispering "Ease up, Baby...we have all night."
Willow was going to bring the tender side out of this erotic vixen, yet.
The darker girl eased her aggression and pulled back, smiling at her lover. She was also a little embarrassed. "Sorry..I just want you so bad."
"Well you've got me, silly." Willow smiled sweetly "I'm right here for you. Now kiss me you little scamp." She brought Kennedy's face to her own and they kissed. Gently, sweetly. They explored each other's mouths with their own, moaning and melting into each other.
Willow peeled away her girlfriend's clothing. Unhooking her bra and letting it fall onto her own chest, then confidently unhooking the button on Kennedy's jeans and sliding them down slowly. Willow savored the softness of her lover's skin against her fingers as she slid the fabric over her buttocks and down her thighs.
The redhead pulled Kennedy closer to herself and put her mouth to her neck. Willow was alternating between soft kisses and long sensual licks along her throat and down her collarbone. She took one nipple into her mouth and fully tasted the salty desire that was running rampant through her young lover. Kennedy grasped behind Willow's head and moaned, feeling the heat run down into her core that only increased her excitement, which was already unbearable.
The pretty Wiccan finally pushed her lover back against the arm of the couch, hooking both arms under her and slipping down the blue panties that the brunette wore. Willow kissed sweetly just above the younger girl's center. Kennedy's back arched as she moaned loudly, needing Willow's touch so intensely.
Ok, Kennedy thought. You go first tonight. That's a switch...Oh God! Her lover's tongue moved into her and found the sweetest place, immediately. Willow knew just how to touch her, how to kiss her. She was incredible. Kennedy opened her eyes and looked down at the beautiful face between her legs. Just the sight made her whimper.
"Oh..Wil.." her hips bucked roughly against her lovely girl's face, as she felt her climax rip through her. Her body contorted into a dance of pleasure, and her head swam in a whirlwind of thoughtless bliss.
Finally she came back to earth, gasping for breath and smiling up at her lover's beautiful face. She wrapped her arms around Willow and brought her body down onto her, holding close while her orgasmic high subsided.
"I love you, Willow," she smiled up into the redhead's face. The woman who had proven herself so incredible and brought her so much joy. "That's only the second time I've ever said that.."
She gently pushed Willow back onto the couch and kissed her again. Her hands moved to the peasant blouse she wore. She kissed at each spot where she opened a button, feeling the familiar arch of Willow's body against her mouth. Stopping at the bra line she took a nipple into her mouth and suckled her beautiful lover, bringing Willow higher as she slipped a hand between her legs.
Kennedy's hand slipped into the waistband of Willow's open jeans and cupped her shaven mound. She found the redhead's center wet, and she slowly massaged the length of her opening. Teasing Willow just above the very center of her need.
Willow was so excited. Every touch that Kennedy made upon her sex seemed to jolt a small but sweet moan from her mouth. They held each other tightly as Kennedy worked her into frenzy.
Kennedy moaned around Willow's nipple as she slowly slipped a finger into her lover. The redhead bucked in approval, when her need was finally met.
"Oh..Kenned...oh my God!"
Willow gasped. She hadn't felt this way in so long. Her back arched as the young brunette slipped in and out of her, bringing her higher toward her release. The feeling of Kennedy's mouth on her breast was intoxicating. The orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt, running through her and making her muscles clench around Kennedy's fingers. She wasn't sure whether she cried out. She usually did but wasn't sure.
When Willow finally caught her breath, Kennedy was wrapped around her. She had pulled a blanket over them both and snuggled against her breast.
Neither bothered to go upstairs to their bed. It didn't matter. They were so comfortable here, and with each other that they drifted off to sleep. Both of them in the the grasp of sweet dreams.
Their clothing was lost within moments of closing the bedroom door. Hands were exploring and mouths were kissing. They flowed over each other like liquid fire that could be quenched by nothing but each other.
"Oh my God, Buffy..." Faith breathed while being pushed back against their bedroom wall, feeling the desire that had built in her, over the course of the night. She reversed the momentum and pushed Buffy back onto the bed and climbing on top of her.
-CRASH-
Damned lamp, Faith thought. How'd that get in my way?
Faith pressed her body against her beautiful lover, covering her with kisses down her chin and onto her breasts. Sucking a nipple into her mouth, she dragged her teeth across it, making Buffy's body spasm in delight.
"Oh Faithy.." Buffy said. The comment was to no one but herself, as Faith was the only girl she dreamt of. The only person who could ever bring her the sensation she was feeling. Her eyes were pressed tight and her back arched when she felt the finger inside her. She was so wet that it went in easily.
Faith was sliding in and out of her. Kissing her. Buffy climaxed for the first time as a complete suprise. She didn't even know it was coming, but it shook through her and left her gasping. She brought Faith's lips to her own, kissing and begging her lover for more.
"I love you, Faith." Escaped from her lips, as her lover traced a line around her nipple and down her belly toward her center. Faith pressed her mouth against her mound and probed for entry into her. Oh my, Buffy thought. You're incredible.
Faith's tongue slid delicately into Buffy's folds, tasting the desire that she had built up in her girlfriend. Then Faith pressed her fingers to Buffy's lips, who accepted and licked every bit of her own arousal from them.
Oh my God, Buffy thought. Why am I so turned on at tasting myself? Is it because Faith is tasting me at the same time? Oh..oh..fuck!
Buffy whimpered as the second orgasm hit her. She spasmed under Faith's tongue, over and over again, until finally she caught her breath and looked down at the woman that was grinning up at her from between her thighs.
Faith was so good. And the worst thing was that she knew she was good. She was smiling up at her with a light sheen of girl-cum on her face. Oh hell, Buffy thought. She's going to know... As much as they had been together, Buffy still didn't want to concede total control. But deep inside, she knew that she belonged to Faith, body and soul. Finally Buffy conceded to her fate.
I'm her girl, Buffy thought to herself. I'm her fucking slave. She giggled between moans while Faith kissed a line up her well-satisfied body, lingering over her stomach and running circles around her belly button with her tongue. Buffy felt light kisses on her abdomen as Faith's fingers slipped into her again. The raven haired Slayer was insatiable tonight, working inside her and building her up to that point again.
She couldn't possibly...
"Please Faith.." Buffy gasped as she felt her lover's fingers still working inside her. "I..I can't. Not again."
"Please baby. Just one more..just for me?" The blonde felt Faith's breath heavy on her skin as she spoke, and the darker girl continued to work on her dripping sex. How could she deny Faith? The brunette covered Buffy's nipple with her mouth and flicked it with her tongue, bringing her screaming over the edge one last time.
They lay together for a while, their bodies a tangle of sweaty limbs. Faith's arousal was still unmet, but she held close to her lover listening to her breath return to normal. She slowly stroked her own sex, giving herself some slow stimulation to stave off her need. Her hips bucked lightly.
Looking down, Buffy pushed Faith's hand away from her sex and replaced it with her own. Kissing her, tasting the salty sweat on her lover's lips. She tried to take the lead, pushing Faith back and straddling her. Faith would have none of it. She was in charge tonight.
The dark Slayer reversed Buffy's momentum and landed them both on the floor with a loud thud. They laughed and Buffy smiled up at her. "You vixen.." she said.
Faith only answered by kissing her deeply and climbing slowly up her body. Straddling Buffy's shoulders and holding her head, she positioned her sex just above her mouth. The blonde Slayer wasted no time bringing her mouth to Faith, devouring every single drop of her wetness then centering on her clit.
"Oh fuck..B.." It was no time at all before Faith was bucking her hips against her lover's face. She was riding each sensation that Buffy was willing to give, surfing the wave of pleasure. Finally she reached shore.
They dragged themselves into bed, curling around each other, both slayers completely surrendered to each other and drifted into the land of dreams.
Whatever happened from this day forward, they were together and they could handle it. No matter what.
Outside the house, the First Evil stood.
It was ages old and uninterested in the sexual dealings of humans or Slayers. However, it did note the essence of the connection that was taking place within the house. It was strong. Incredibly so.
Love.
It laughed, feeling its own folly. Two Slayers, their bloodline connection, and holding the power of love. How could it have looked past this possibility that had led to its own defeat?
Oh well, the ancient being thought. I'll train another prophet. Give me time girls. Give me time.