Smoochies
by Lorri
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Not really.
Notes: For PWP fest. The end is nigh! 8 days.
Xander, Anya, willow, Tara, Dawn and Giles all sat around one side of the big table in the magic box. None could believe what they were seeing and were contorting their faces and looking at various angles trying to work out how it was possible.
"It's just not right." Xander said repositioning himself in his chair looking mightily uncomfortable. "They shouldn't be doing this like that. I mean.. this is a public place.. we have apocalypses to end and stuff."
Giles cleared his throat and took his glasses off and began to clean them furiously. "I agree. This is quite unacceptable." Tara blushed as the scene became more frantic, if that indeed was possible, and tried to drag her eyes away from the display but it just wasn't happening.
As she felt Faith's hand came down to move slowly but firmly over her red leather clad crotch, she had to break the seemingly never ending kiss to bury her face in the brunette's neck whilst gasping out her name as if it were a mantra. The sparks of electricity that were whizzing all around her body from the intimate contact were sending her wild. This wasn't enough, she needed more contact and she wasn't ashamed of begging for it, and began to do so in a husky voice close up against Faith's ear. "Please, I need more, need you to touch me,.. I want you to make me scream."
At the break of contact and the desperate plea, Faith looked into the eyes of her lover's briefly and could see the world darken as her pupils dilated with unchecked arousal. "Sure thing B." She lent down and latched her mouth onto the blonde's neck, sucking gently on her pulse point. The beat beneath her roaming tongue was frantic, as were her partner's laboured breathes which were turning her on beyond belief. The hand that had been working on the hot sex of the older slayer moved up and made light work of the zipper and buckle, giving her easy access to where the blonde had wanted her to go. As her fingers slipped in to the slickness that had been building up since the slayers frenzied make out session had begun some time earlier, she felt her own cunt becoming soaked and groan at the contact. "God B, So wet."
Slim and strong finger swept over the engorged slit, rubbing over the protruding nub before delving into their goal, the blonde's tight cunt. Two fingers quickly thrusted in and upto the knuckle before coming nearly all of the way out again and allowing a rhythm to build up. The wet clicking noise was filling the room and spurring Faith on to want to do as requested and make Buffy scream as she began to grind her own sex against her counterparts back. Apparently the foreplay and situation meant that Buffy was right on the edge, and it wasn't going to take much for her to topple over into oblivion. Normally Faith would tease her lover, and draw out her pleasure, but today was different as she just wanted to give her release. She began to run her thumb firmly over the enlarged clit with every thrust of her fingers, her other hand reached up and groped at her girlfriend's firm breast, the nipples pinched and rolled between her fingers.
Buffy was panting out how closed she was to coming, and Faith could feel the resistance as she tried to move the fingers inside increase as the muscles tighten in preparation. As she bit lightly into Buffy's neck a scream announced the release, and Faith dragged out the pleasurable waves as long as she could until she felt the petit slayer shudder against her. "You ok B?"
Buffy nuzzled up close for after sex snuggles and murmured something sounding like yes before beginning to kiss her tormentor's neck with the intention of repaying the favour. Her gentle ministrations were halted however, by the clearing of a throat in close proximity. Both looked up and saw the six sets of eyes looking at them, and strangely became rather embarrassed. Xander was the only one to break the silence by suggesting they charge admission as "Everybody would want to see that happen again!"