What I Want
by Mac
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, bla, bla, zzzzzzzzz.....
Author's Notes: OK, suffering from a small writers block, maybe this
will clear it. A short fic, stating the obvious and lotsa smut.
Hope ya enjoyed feedback me and
tell me if it was hot or not. This one's for Skye. Love ya babe.
"I want you." Faith murmured from behind the blonde. She tensed at the brunette's words. She had to say things like that at the worst times. Faith was sitting astride her lower back and massaging her shoulder blades and upper back. Buffy had twisted her back earlier during Slaying. Faith had told her she could give a 'real mean massage' if she wanted it.
Buffy had been in pain and hobbling, a back massage sounded like the best thing she had heard in her life. Faith's hands had stopped doing their magic when she said those three words. I. Want. You. Silence filled the room. It was weird. Full of energy and tenseness.
"I want you."
She repeated herself. Making sure that Buffy heard her right. Buffy stared down at the pillow, totally at a loss of what to do. She didn't deny that she wanted Faith too; she just didn't know what to do. She felt Faith's hands gently land back on her back. Her thumbs pressed down on the muscle underneath her shoulder blade. Buffy groaned, without meaning too.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention the clothes, or lack of on Buffy's part. Somehow Faith had convinced her that taking off her top and bra was a good idea because they were in the way. And besides if she wanted a good massage she would have to use oils and she couldn't use them if B had her clothes on now, could she? So Buffy had lost the clothes and had lay down on her stomach.
It took a while for Faith to sit astride her, she mixed the oils and lathered her hands in it. She put the pots with the different oils in on the locker beside Buffy's bed. Every time she had to smother her fingers and hands with more she would lean across Buffy. Her hair would tickle her back, sending sparks of pleasure up and down her body. It made Buffy feel good, she didn't want the moment ruined by Faith saying something like that.
Even if she did possibly feel the same way, it didn't give an excuse for Faith to say that. She couldn't have this, it was too wrong and if Faith kept massaging that certain spot below her shoulder blade she wouldn't be able to push her away. Buffy tried to sit up and get her clothes together, but Faith's hands landed on her shoulders and pushed her back down. Faith's thumbs pushed down on a hard muscle, the exact one that had been bothering her and Buffy gasped and moaned softly.
Without warning, Faith's hands rounded Buffy's body and she caressed her breasts, taking her nipples between her fingers and thumbs she pinched them. Buffy gasped and her eyes slid shut. Being quiet was a definite must, Buffy's mom was down the hallway and her walking in on them – well it didn't bare imagining.
Say something, say something, push her away it's wrong. Why couldn't she then? Why couldn't she use her strength, push her away get dressed and never see her again?
Admit it, you want it. She could imagine Faith taunting her.
Faith's hands were as good as massaging her breasts as they were at massaging her back, same pressure and motion. She must've caressed them for 10 minutes straight, making Buffy writhe and moan, she realised that her hips were pumping slowly into the mattress; trying to get some sort of friction. She also noticed that Faith was pushing her groin against Buffy's back.
It was sweet torture, good but so painful. She was so wet, her pussy was literally throbbing with need. What she would give to feel a hand slip down and just -
Faith's hand left her breast and moved downwards, below her stomach. She slipped the hand under the waistband of Buffy's sweats and then into her panties. She could feel Faith's sharp intake of breath against her back and her lips press against the back of her neck and she slowly lowered her upper body down onto Buffy's back. Her fingers slid between her lower lips and rubbed her clit. Buffy moaned incoherently as she felt one finger slip down to her slit.
"Wet... God..." Faith whimpered against her neck.
"Don't stop." Buffy murmured pushing her hips into the hand. Faith's other hand left her breast and slid down her body to her pussy. She slipped two fingers into her cunt and then slowly pulled them out again. Faith realised that she, herself, was shaking, she was so nervous, what if Buffy didn't come? What if Buffy thought she was shit at making love?
She began a slow rhythm, pulling the fingers out and shoving them back in again. She could smell her arousal from where she was, it was intoxicating. Her other hand began to massage her nub in a circular motion, matching the rhythm of her thrusting fingers. Each time her fingers pushed in she could feel Buffy's inner walls clutch around the two fingers. God, she was tight.
"I, oh God, I'm gonna come... I can feel it." Buffy gasped turning her head to the side.
Faith began to pump the fingers faster, Buffy's hips bucked harder into the mattress. Short cries came from her throat every time Faith slammed her fingers in, Faith's other fingers went wild on her clit. Finally she pinched her clit and twisted it, making Buffy have the most amazing orgasm of her life, her body twitched as each spasm rode through her body. She arched into the mattress and ground her pelvis against her hand. She turned her head to the side as she bucked her hips. Faith caught her lips and kissed her deeply, her tongue sweeping in.
Eventually Buffy's body stopped and she collapsed into the mattress. Faith pulled her lips away. Someone was outside the door. Faith sat up quickly as the door opened and she retracted her hands from Buffy's sweat pants. It was Joyce.
"What are you doing?" She looked kinda startled, seeing Buffy there with no top on and a guilty looking Faith sitting astride her waist.
"Uh, back massage, Buffy hurt her back. I said I'd give her a massage."
"She's real good at it Mom. The pain is, like, almost gone." Buffy's voice came quietly from the pillow.
"That's OK then." Joyce looked convinced and left.
Buffy turned around underneath Faith. She gave her a sexy smile. "Yeah, maybe I should give you one now."
"Sounds great." Faith bent down and pressed her lips against Buffy's, kissing her deeply.