Over Ice Cream
by KC Hights
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and show all belong to Joss Whedon, Fox,
and Mutant Enemy. The story contains love between two women, so if
such things offend you, are illegal where you live or whatever,
please don't read it and upset yourself.
Spoilers: I don't think spoilers apply. The story sets somewhere
after Faith gets out of jail.
Author's Notes: Well, I still don't think I'm suited to
write smut. It's just so hard you know? Lol. Anyway, this is my
first attempt at full out smut. Hope it's good. I'd like to
dedicate this one to Skye.
It had been a wonderful night. The four of us sat around the fireplace, barefoot, informal, eating ice cream with just the right amount of sweetness. Talking about the past year, with funny little side trips into 'girl stuff', what we should and shouldn't wear to the Bronze, and where we got our hairs done. Willow and Tara insisted on wearing non-slutty clothes that excluded my collection of leather pants and tank tops. I was glad to see that Willow had finally forgiven me, and most of all, I was glad that Buffy welcomed me back into her life. I've tried to stay close to her the whole night, physically near her, without overstating my affection towards her. I wondered if her slayer sense picked up on that at all.
It was about ten when Buffy ordered us all to the door, saying "thanks" and "goodnight" with the excuse of having an early class tomorrow morning. I was getting ready to step out the door when I felt her hands on my arms, her cheek brushed lightly against my face as she whispered, "Why don't you stay? It's so nice to talk like this again, and I wish you'd stay a little longer. Just us. Please?" I raised an eyebrow at her and watched as she pouted her lips in response. I smiled and accepted her offer.
I went back into the living room and sat by the fire. I threw some pieces of wood on it and watched the mesquite blaze up. I kicked back and relaxed, silently waiting for B's return. Moments later she came in and sat down in front of me with her legs curled up against her chest, looking right at me.
"That was some interesting stuff with Willow…" I started to say, but she smiled at me, and continued,
"But a little exhausting!"
I didn't reply. I was captivated by how beautiful she looked in the light from the glowing fire. The blond strands of her hair covered most of her face, but her eyes, her emerald eyes remained absolutely stunning. She was Buffy Anne Summers by name, the chosen one by destiny. She was Buff at school among her friends, and the slayer at nightfall. But in my eyes, she was always the goddess, my goddess, B.
"Are you tired? I can leave." I blunted out nervously. She laughed.
"Don't be silly, Faith. I asked you to stay. No, I'm just ready for a little quiet, a little downtime, a little intimate conversation."
My heart skipped a beat at the word intimate, and I could no longer deny that her presence always aroused me. She held up the bucket of ice cream that lied melting at the side, and winked. I nodded, cracking a smiled as I dipped my spoon and returned with a scoop of vanilla.
"Oomph," she burst out laughing a second later, covering her hand over her mouth. I looked at her and was confused. Buffy saw my expression and pointed at the drop of vanilla ice cream on my lap.
I laughed.
She grabbed a napkin beside her and leaned forward, draping her hair over my shoulder. I watched her as she placed her hands on my thigh and slowly wiped off the stain. She was leaning so close that I could feel her breath on me as her scent, that sweet vanilla fragrance surrounded me. I closed my eyes, and tried to fight the desire to take her right here and now. I couldn't. Buffy never loved me.
Her hands left me and I felt her eyes on me. Feeling intensely uncomfortable with the situation, I cocked my head to the side and looked away from her.
"Faith," I heard her say softly. "You know that I'm very attracted to you, don't you." Her right hand reached out and gently stroked my knee.
Whatever it was that I heard, I must have heard wrong. I turned and met her gaze. There was a long pause as we stood looking at each other.
"You're kidding right, B?" I shrugged, and pretended to be calm, but she smiled at me and her hand crept even further up my thigh.
"Well, I am attracted to you, and I think you're attracted to me, too. Aren't you?" I felt the blush starting at my breasts and moving up to the top of my head. I never blush. I didn't think anyone had made me blush since I was twelve.
I stammered, not knowing what to say, and B moved closer to me. She was gently rubbing my thighs. She leaned over me, her mouth only inches away from mine. Supporting my body with my hands at either side, I fell back and blurted out, "Yes B, I'm attracted to you, but I don't think we should be doing this. I'm no good for you, you know that…" but my voice trailed off as she closed the gap between us.
The truth was, there never was any doubt that I loved her. God knows I've been longing to touch her and have her touch me in the same way. I could feel my nipples growing hard and becoming erect. I could feel myself swelling and opening as the wetness seeped into my panties. My body seemed to have made up its mind, but I, Faith, was unsure of what this would bring.
She sensed my ambivalence, my longing, and my fear, and kissed me with a combination of passion and compassion like no other. I watched her move and rest her back against a chair after we parted. Her hand went to her pink blouse and she unbuttoned it slowly, discarding it on the floor when she was done.
Her breasts were encased in a lacy bra, creamy and perfect against the white material. The sight of Buffy at this very moment took my breath away, and for the longest time I was still and then sighed deeply. She smiled, and reached behind her back, shrugging her shoulders as she let bra loose. Her breasts were perfect just like the rest of her. They stood out, pert, creamy orbs without any sag. She had pink aureoles that stood out like little hills and long elegant nipples, almost purple.
"You're perfect…." I started to say, but again she cut me off.
"Shhhh. Just watch for now."
She stood up and unbuttoned her skirt; it dropped to the floor, then she pushed her panties down, until they, too, fell around her ankles. Kicking them aside, she sat back down, legs slightly bent and spread wide. I was left speechless both by the beauty of her nakedness, and the wantonness of her pose. My breasts started to ache and I could feel my clit straining upward. If I could just get over the past and get over the fear of losing her, I'd touch her right now, but I was too afraid to move.
"Let me show you how you make me feel, Faith. And if I make you feel the same way then..." Her voice began to trail off.
Her hands went to her breasts and started to caress them slowly, kneading the flesh, her fingers circling the aureoles and then pulling at her nipples, stretching them, pinching them. I heard her moan, and saw her eyes flutter shut and her head rolled back. Her tongue licked her lips as her hands continued to play.
I glanced down between her legs and saw that her lips were swollen. As I stared in fascination her right hand started to move down, across her firm stomach, her pelvis. Her fingers combed through her blond mess of hair and continued down. I watched as she rubbed herself and groaned in pleasure, her head still back and her eyes still closed. Her neck looked so beautiful in the shimmering firelight.
Unable to take this any longer, I stood up.
Buffy was unaware that I had made my way over to her until I started to nibble on her neck. She stopped and cupped my face in her palm, and looked at me intensely. I smiled, and captured her lips in mine, declaring her triumph over me. I urged her mouth to open and slid my tongue out, exploring the walls of her warmness. She pressed her body onto mine, and her hands grasped the edge of my tank and pulled it over my head slowly. Breaking the kiss only to discard all my clothes, I smirked and watched B throw them across the room.
She moaned deep into my mouth as I moved to straddle her hips with my naked body, kneeling on the sides of the chair. I kissed her softly, worshiping every inch of her skin as I worked from her chin down to the center of the chest. I looked over at the erect nipples that I desperately wanted to taste, and took one into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, I sucked and bit on it lightly. She arched her back, and was groaning in pleasure as she attempted to grind her hips against me.
I managed to stick a hand between our bodies and felt the slickness of her cunt. I slid my fingers between the lips of her wetness, rubbing her clit in circles with the palm of my hand while grinding our hips together. I let one finger plunge deep inside her and picked up the pace as I listened to her ragged breaths. Her moaning was now almost a continual sound. I could tell that she was close. I was starting to climax just hearing her scream my named over my ear. With one last thrust she was over the edge, and I felt her clutching at my fingers. I came a second later, feeling the spasms rushing through my body.
I clasped on top of her with my hands still inside her body, I rested my head on her shoulder. Breathing heavily together, I felt her hands on my back, and then my hair as she moved to stroke it softly. Still trembling, I looked up to see her, to see the moment of tenderness that I was unable to describe.
"B, I…" I opened my mouth in attempts to tell her that I love her all along, but I stammered.
"Shhhh…I know." She placed a hand over my mouth, and then removed it only to replace it with her lips.
I watched her fall asleep in my arms after she explored every part of my body, her hands and fingers had searched every opening of in my body, bringing me time after time, to the brink and finally allowing me to explode. She was mine, and I was hers. I stroked her hair gently and planted a soft kiss on her forehead as she rested on my breasts and draped her body over mine.
I smiled, and wondered why I resisted for so long. This was lust, but it was more than that, it was also love, mostly love and I was content. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and closed my eyes. She was Buffy Anne Summers. She was the slayer. But in my arms, she was always B.