No Zeppo
by Lorri
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Buffy's POV.
I'm quite shocked that Xander has let me borrow his car to drive over to Angel's. Maybe the oncoming apocalypse has mellowed him towards my boyfriend? In that case, I vote we get more! As I'm driving carefully as to do no damage to the car, I can make out in the distance a fight. when I get closer I can see that my fellow slayer is up against those sister demons, or whatever Giles called them. She isn't doing too good, so i'll have to use the only weapon I have with me at the moment.
The demons make a loud thumping noise as they roll over the bonnet, but I don't have time to worry about that, I just scream at Faith to get in. She sprints and leaps in, and I drive off speeding. We don't stop until we reach Faith's motel, and not a word has passed between us. I hope she's not pissed that I helped her, she can be irrational like that sometimes.
As I run in the door, I turn 'round to see Faith locking it. When she faces me again, I see that her eyes are really dark, her pupils almost completely dilated. I'm filled with the urge to walk backwards, to get away, but I fight my instincts and stand still. The look in her eyes is doing strange things to my body, I can feel my sticky fluids running down the inside of my thighs and I've never felt like this before.
Faith looks at me with one of her patent smirks plastered on her face, it's almost as if she can smell my arousal, which I'm hoping she can't. The smirk lessens as she starts to stalk across the room towards me. In addition to the deluge that was occurring at my sex right now, I could feel my nipples harden to an almost painful degree. When Faith is right in front of me, I could see the lust deep in her eyes. The emotions she's creating in me are swirling around my head, confusing me. Her eyes roam over my body in such away that I feel like I need to cover myself up, but her lips form a gentle smile which calms me a little. Her hands reach up and caress both of my breast, her thumbs running over my sensitive nipples, my head rolls back of its own violation and a guttural moan that would put a cheap whore to shame is released from my dry lips.
Before I can be embarrassed about it, I feel Faith's mouth on my neck issuing wet kisses and licking the salty sweat off of it. At the back of my mind I'm aware that she shouldn't mark me, but I can't remember why. The need that she has created is making me pant in a need to obtain air, but as cold air hits my wet neck I realise that she has detached herself. I open my eyes to look at her in disappointment, and her eyes sparkle as she gently runs her hands down my torso, to the hem of my shirt.
She doesn't ask for permission, she just pulls the shirt off and over my head. This was one of the occasions I wasn't wearing a bra, and nearly immediately her hot mouth was suckling at my hypersensitive breasts. I allow my hands to tangle in her hair, making sure she can stop her ministrations again, and a growl comes deep from her throat as I begin to grind my hips against her in a chance to get some friction against my aching sex.
She lifts me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me flat as she hovers over me. All I get out is a gasping plea before Faith is stripping me of the rest of my clothes and all of hers. As she lays her warm naked body on top of mine, I feel myself get wetter. My eyes are screwed shut as she continues what she had been doing before the relocation. No-one has ever given my breasts this much attention before, but right now all I want is release. I tell Faith I need more, and I feel her fingers play in my silky wet folds. She wastes no time as she thrusts three fingers deep inside stretching me, the pain greatly outweighed by the pleasure. It feels as if she's trying to stroke my entire insides, and I know i'm not going to last long. A primal scream is let out by me as her fingers curl inside of me, hitting my G spot, and her thumb rubs on my clit. The orgasms rolls over me in powerful waves unlike anything I've ever felt before.
As I begin to come back to my surroundings, I'm met by Faith's wet snatch hovering over my face. I know what she wants, and I'm happy to oblige as my tongue comes out to taste her juices. She taste sweet, and I grab her hips and bring her closer to my face. I'm frantically licking and sucking all the juices that are coming from her, and groan against her as I feel her own mouth delve in-between the folds of my sex. I try to copy her actions as I've never done this before, sucking on her clit in time to the thrusting of my fingers. As I bite down on her clit, she does the same to me and we both come with screams that shake the paper thin motel walls. Faith comes and lays beside me, and I curl upto her. I wish every apocalypse could be delayed like this.