I Love You Enough…
by Niki
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yeah, these aren't mine, they're Joss', but I think you
already knew that.
Note: Second fic! I'm excited. I should have a new chapter of Forget
Me Not out in the next day or two, but this idea popped into my head
so I decided to just start it now. Let me know what you think.
Really, feedback is my life. So pleeeeeaaaaaasssee, give me feedback!
I'll be your best friend/girlfriend/sex slave for life!
Note 2: This takes place after Earshot and goes into Graduation Day
Part1. I'm also gonna be switching POV's in this one. Oh, and < > are thoughts that Buffy hears.
Enjoy.
I haven't told Giles, but my power of dipping into my friends' minds and hearing their pervy thoughts hasn't gone away yet. It's fading, and I don't hear the entire town's thoughts anymore, but if I get close enough, as in touching the person, I can hear them. I hadn't realized when I told everyone I was cured. I knew today though, when Xander put his arm around me and I suddenly got the horrifying image of me giving him a lap dance. Then I heard him think Yeah, I wish. That's when I knew it wasn't gone. I tried it out a couple more times. I grabbed Willow's hand during lunch and I heard her think that I was crushing her hand.
I decided not to tell Giles. I mean, it's not as bad as it was before, so it's probably still getting better and will be gone soon. He's already so tense about Wesley, and Faith, and the Mayor, and everything else that I don't want to add onto his stress. Also, I'm still a little pissed about him having sex with Mom. It's just gross on so many levels.
I'm patrolling now, walking through the quiet cemeteries. I miss patrolling with Faith. She was really funny and that made patrol go by really quickly. She used to tell me tall tales of her life before Sunnydale. I don't know if she was lying.
I continue through Restfield when I feel a tingle go down my spine. Ooh! A vamp! I haven't seen one yet tonight. I move toward the feeling, but as I get closer, I realize that the tingle is different. It's the feeling I get whenever Faith is around.
"Well, fancy running into you, B. Just couldn't stay away from me, huh?" Speak of the devil.
Faith looks me over. Her look screams lust, and I feel myself heating up when I see her looking me up and down, her eyes practically caressing every part of my body. It's funny. I always wondered how Faith really feels about me. She would flirt endlessly with me, but she'd also flirt the same was with the pizza delivery guy. I could never tell if she was serious or not, and I still can't now. Is she just playing with me? Trying to make me uncomfortable? That is her thing, after all. Maybe now that's she's revealed her intense hate of me, she thinks she needs to go to new lengths to weird me out. Well, congrats Faith. It's working.
"You know me Faith, I'm always drawn to the diseases of the town. Gotta make sure they're not infecting all of the people that actually matter."
I think I see a brief look of hurt flash across her face, but it's gone so fast that I wonder if I imagined it. She's looking at me, as if she's trying to read me. You can try, Faith, but I'm not showing you anything. You've hurt me too much. I won't let you in again.
She gives me a little sexy smirk and then jumps up onto a tombstone to her right. Faith takes out a pack of cigarettes, and then proceeds to search the pockets of her leather jacket for a light. I didn't know she smoked. I never smelled it before. God, knowing Faith, she probably just picked it up. That's something a lot of people don't know about Faith. She's incredibly corny and will never pass up the opportunity for a good cliché. She told me once that she loved old horror movies and stuff, so she probably thinks all villains need to smoke. She might as well, though. It's not like either of us is gonna live long enough to get cancer.
She finally lights the cigarette and exhales out into stale air of the cemetery. She doesn't seem like she's paying much attention to me anymore. That's stupid. Hello? Moron? We're arch nemesises…ies, I don't know. Whatever the plural is. The point it, you keep all your attention on the chick that may kick the crap out of you at any moment.
I take the opportunity to look over her gorgeous body. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that part? I've gotten in touch with my inner lesbo lately. Or more specifically, I got in touch with her the day Faith came to my Chemistry class room and got me out of class to go slay a nest of vamps. Just thinking about that day gives me chills.
Flashback:
We walk into Faith's motel room. I move over to sit on her bed, momentarily forgetting about how grossed out I get by this room. A huge cut on your arm that's making you lightheaded will do that. Faith moves over to the bathroom and comes back a few seconds later with bandages, pills, and other supplies.
"Alright B, take two of these pills. I want them in your system before we start so they'll kick in faster." She hands me the bottle and I look at her suspiciously.
"What are you drugging me with, Faith? And what exactly are we starting?"
"Those are some heavy duty pain killers that my watcher used to give me. You'll need them now because I'm about to clean and stitch your arm, which will probably hurt like a motherfucker."
Ok, panicking now. "Faith, do you have any idea how to give stitches?"
"Yeah, my watcher taught me. Said she may not always be around to fix me up, so I should know how to do it myself. Guess she was right about that." Faith chuckles sadly for a second and then starts picking up supplies and arranging them, getting ready. Ok, I'm still nervous, but I feel a little better. I take the pills like she asked and then we sit there silently for about ten minutes. Faith stares into space like she's caught up in memories that just won't leave her alone.
"Feel em yet, B?" And boy, do I. Those are some damn fast acting pills. I think I may have said that out loud, because Faith just laughs and then starts picking up disinfectant.
I feel the sting and my eyes start to water. But as the moments pass, I start to feel less and I know that the pills really are working. I feel her beginning to stitch up the wound, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it should. I start to get sleepy, and when Faith finishes, she moves me back on the bed carefully and puts me under the sheet.
I wake up from the sleep that I hadn't even known I had fallen into a couple hours later. I can tell because the sun is setting. I look over and realize that Faith has gotten in the bed with me. She's really close, so I slowly look over her features. She has the cutest little nose. It's tiny and pointy at the end, and I suddenly feel the urge to lick it. Weird. I look at Faith's perfect eyebrows and then move down to her impossibly large eyes. Her lashes are so dark, and I know if her eyes were open I would be looking into their deep, whiskey colored depths. Not that I've ever had whiskey, but I've heard her eye color be described as whiskey before, and it just seems to fit. I continue moving down her face to look at her red cheeks that aren't dimpled right now. Those dimples are adorable. Then my eyes fall on her lips. God, those are the most perfect lips I've ever seen. They're so pouty and full. She's got this cute little cleft in her bottom lip that is just tempting me. I want to kiss her so badly.
Wait, what? I want to kiss her? I want to kiss a HER? Am I crazy? I'm not gay. At least, I think I'm not. But wanting to kiss a girl definitely suggests that I'm gay.
I'm brought out of my thoughts when Faith slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. She doesn't do that for long, though. She starts getting out of bed and says, "Hey, it's getting dark out. Let's go to the Bronze." And she's not wearing pants. Oh God. She took off her pants before she got in the bed. I feel myself getting wet as she moves over to the chair that her pants are resting on and I get a view of her brilliant, bare ass. Oh God, I'm in so much trouble.
That was the day that I realized my feelings for Faith had left the "Lets patrol and get some food" area and gone straight into the "I wanna grope your tits" area. I got used to the idea over the weeks, and I'm now fully comfortable with the fact that I'd like to get horizontal with Faith. The only things stopping me now are the facts that, number one, Faith has on more than one occasion made it obvious that she likes dicks and not chicks, and number two, she's evil and working for the Mayor.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah. Checking out Faith. She's wearing red leather pants and a black bustier that really shouldn't be worn anywhere other than a costume party or an S&M club. Her boobs are cranked up to maximum cleavage and when she inhales from her cigarette I get scared and kinda excited that she may show a little nipple.
"You know, those things will kill you. But you know what? That makes my job easier. Maybe cancer will get you so I don't have to deal with you. So on second thought, why don't you light up another," I say, deciding to snark because the silence was getting awkward.
"B, do you honestly think you could kill me? Not only do you not have the balls, but you don't have the skill either. I could kick your ass in a second. I have wicked moves." Ok, now I'm pissed. Who the hell does she think she is?
"I've kicked your ass every time you and I have fought, F. I've always been better than you. Better fighter, better Slayer, better person. Is that why you went to the Mayor? No one in City Hall can match your 'wicked moves'?"
Faith's eyes flash dangerously and she jumps down, stalking over to me. She gets right in front of me and says, "You know, I'm just itchin to kick your ass. Don't test me B."
"Go ahead, F. Why would you hold back anyway? You want me dead, don't you?"
Faith looks into my eyes for a moment, slowly mesmerizing me. Yeah, they're whiskey. While I'm searching Faith's eyes, I fail to notice her fist cocking and then suddenly, she's punching me in the face. THAT BITCH! I hold my cheek and glare at her. That's it. I don't care how gorgeous she is. I'm putting a dent in her face.
I punch Faith back so hard that she stumbles backward and almost trips. She gives me a bloody grin and then lunges at me, rolling us backward. We punch, kick, and hit at each other, our blows connecting only half the time. We throw each other over tomb stones and into trees. I'm pretty sure we've broken at least 4 of the markers. I gain the advantage when Faith's goes flying into the corner of one, back first. The air's knocked out of her, and I take the opportunity to grab her by the shoulders and push her up against a mausoleum. I have one arm across her upper chest and the other at her side, affectively pinning her to the stone.
"So, who's better, Faith?" I sneer, letting all of my current rage toward her shine through.
"Fuck you, B."
< I love you, B. >
What? Oh God, what did she just think?
"So B, are you gonna kill me now? Cause if not, I'd appreciate it if you'd get the fuck off of me."
< Or you could just move your hand a little lower. Either one works for me. >
I jump back, feeling burned by her thoughts. No, I had to have heard wrong. I know your thoughts can't lie, but there is no way that Faith's in love with me. I mean, it's just impossible. If, by some chance she liked girls, she would want to fuck me, and nothing more. But love me? No, I heard wrong. I'm wigging over nothing.
Faith's looking at me with a concerned look in her eyes, and it makes my stomach flutter. Maybe she does have feelings for me. It sure would explain a lot.
"What's wrong with you?" She asks, coming closer to me. She's searching my eyes, trying to figure out why I suddenly freaked out and started acting like a crazy person.
I decide to try reading her again, and grab her arm. She tries to pull away from me, but I hold tight, determined to figure out what's going on in her head.
< Jesus, what's wrong with her. I'm supposed to be the crazy one. She's scaring me a a little. Please be Ok, B. >
"Faith, how do you feel about me?"
< What? Why would she ask that? >
"What are you talking about, B? You know how I feel about you. I want to kill you. Did I not make that clear the other day when I was gonna tie you up and torture you?"
< Please, B, I'm sorry I did that. I don't want you dead. I love you. Wait, Shit! Stop thinking that, Faith! You don't love her! You don't know how to love! Is what I'm feeling even love? Should love hurt this much? >
I let go of her arm, knowing all that I need to know. She loves me, she actually loves me. I cannot believe this. This definitely complicates me life a whole bunch.
I look at her, watching her mask of hate, now knowing what goes on underneath. Give it up, Faith. I know now. My eyes soften and I look at her sadly. "You love me, Faith?"
Faith's eyes suddenly go wide, and her look is a mixture of fear and shock. Like she wants to run and yet can't even believe that I just asked what I asked.
"What?" she sneers, giving me the most disgusted look. "Of course not. If I dug chicks, I surely wouldn't be into a goody-goody, stick up her ass, little princess like you."
Normally, I would be hurt by that. I mean, I'm still a little insulted, but I'll let it slide because I'm just sick of her lies and facades. I want the truth. I'll make her give me the truth.
"Faith, the other night, I ran into a demon that infected me with its blood, giving me an aspect of itself. I was worried I was gonna grow horns or a tail, but you know what I got? I got the power to read minds." She looks a little horrified at this. "I could here everyone's hopes, desires, and secrets that they wanted to keep hidden. Then it started to drive me crazy, so I had to do something gross that I will not discuss, and the voices in my head started to fade away. They're not completely gone yet, though. Do you know how I can still here thoughts? If I'm touching you."
Faith stares at me. She looks so scared and I just want to hug her, hold her to me and tell her not to be scared anymore. But I can't.
Finally, Faith breaks the silence with a cold, bitter laugh. "Yeah, Ok Twinkie. Whatever you say. That's a cute little story you got there. You actually expect me to believe it?"
Ok, be that way. "Faith, just a minute ago you told yourself that you didn't know how to love. Then you asked yourself if love was supposed to hurt."
She can't even deny it now. She's just staring now, a blank expression on her face. Suddenly, though, that blank stare is gone and replaced with a look of confusion, sadness, and disappointment.
Faith turns and starts to run, so I grab her shoulder, trying to stop her.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Faith yells, practically shrieking. Her thoughts echoed her words and I knew then that she really didn't want me touch her.
I let her go, and watch as she leaps over graves to get away. God, I know I'm upset now. I didn't even watch the way her cute butt bounced when she ran away.
I lay in bed, wondering what I'm gonna do about Faith. I finished patrolling and walked home, the whole time thinking about what I was gonna do. I still can't decide what I should do. My emotions are all so conflicted.
I want her. God, do I want her. My feelings have been changing since I first discovered how I felt about Faith. I had started questioning if my attraction to her went past just wanting to have sex with her. If I really did like her for who she is. Or was. Or at least, I thought she was different person now from the girl I used to know. But listening to her thoughts tonight makes me wonder if I ever really knew her at all.
Do I love her? I know I like her a lot, but is this love? I suddenly want to listen to that Whitesnake song. The feelings are deep. I know that. Could I really have felt as betrayed and hurt as I did if I didn't love her. I mean, Faith and I really weren't that close.
If I do love her, is it even worth it? She's evil now. I'd be sleeping with the enemy. Or dating the enemy. Whatever, not the point. What would my friends say? What would Giles say? Would Xander want to kill me for having anything to do with Faith sexually after what she did to him? Oh God, would Mom have a heart attack over the whole girl thing? Is love enough to really overcome all of these things? It wasn't enough with Angel.
At least he's not an issue anymore. I know we're not going anywhere. I can feel the distance growing between us, and I know that we're close to breaking up. Will everyone react worse to my feeling for Faith than they did with Angel.
And what about Faith? She may love me, but does she want to risk the life that she's given everything up for just to be with me? Would she come back to our side?
Ugh! I can't think about this anymore. I need to sleep. I close my eyes, and hope that the PTB will send me a dream telling me what to do.
I have a free right now and I don't know where any of my friends are. I haven't seen anyone, and it's getting frustrating. Ooh! There's Willow. I walk up to her and put my arm around her to make sure I can still read thoughts. I hold her, and hold her, and the only thoughts in my head are my own. Dammit! It's gone. This sucks. Willow's giving me a weird look and I think she may be getting suspicions that I want her, considering all the touching-of-Wills that I've been doing lately. I let go of her, hoping that'll ease her mind. We walk over to the lounge and sit on one of the couches.
Willow starts babbling about something that Oz did, and while I may normally find it cute, it's just boring me today. I let my mind wander to my Faith dilemma. What I need is some good advice from someone who can see the situation fairly, and not just jump to conclusions because it involves Faith. Yeah, I'm not gonna be finding that from anyone in the Scooby Gang. Everyone's got some issues with her right now.
Maybe I should talk to Wills but not tell her who the whole thing involves. She won't know what I'm talking about.
"Hey Wills," I say, cutting her off. She looks a little annoyed that I interrupted her, but gives me a look that tells me to continue. "I have this friend."
"You have this friend?" She asks skeptically.
"Yeah, a friend. My friend has recently developing feeling for someone, but my friend doesn't know what to do. You see, it would cause a lot of problems with my friend's friends if my friend started seeing this person because my friend's friends don't like this person. Do you think that my friend, who really, really, really likes this person, should just go ahead with it regardless of what my friend's friends say?" I finally finish, sucking in air. Maybe I shouldn't have said all that in one sentence.
"Well," Willow says, looking a little confused. "If I understood all of that right, then I think your friend should follow their heart. They should also know that their friends won't abandon them, no matter what. If your friend's friends stop talking to your friend over this, then they really aren't your friend's friends."
Ok, I guess that settles it, then. I want to try. I need to talk with Faith, and tell her how I feel. After school, I'll go beat up Willy or something and find out where she lives. God, I hope she wants me still after what happened last night.
Faith's POV:
Last night must have been the most horrible night of my life. No, wait, that might have been the night my mom died, or the night my watcher died, or the night I killed Finch… whatever. You get the point. It was pretty fucking bad.
B is such a stupid twat! Where the FUCK does she get off reading my fucking mind. I'm pretty much thinking about it for the first time right now, since last night I went out and got completely shit-faced. I picked up some random dude, fucked him half-way from Sunday, and now I'm waking up at fucking three in the afternoon, I've got a horrible hangover, and now I'm remembering everything that happened with B. Shit, what the fuck am I gonna do now.
I mean, it could be worse. She could have found out when we were still cool and added insult to the injury of rejecting me by laughing in my fucking face. But now, she knows how I feel. Which is pretty much one of the worst things that could happen. I learned a long time ago that if you let people in, if you let them know anything personal about you, they use it against you and figure out how to fuck you over. B can do that now. She can use my feelings against me, and I wouldn't know what to do. Not only would that hurt me, but I'd be letting the Boss down.
He's like the Dad I never had. I know he's evil and shit… Hell, that's why I went to him in the first place. If I couldn't be the best at being good, I'd be the best at being bad. If I can't get B to love me, then I'll have to settle for her hating me. But the Mayor was more than I expected him to be. Who would have thought that he actually believes in all of that hokey, do-gooder shit? He wants me to drink my fucking milk. He loves me… I've never had that, so I want to do everything I can to make sure he's never disappointed in me.
I'm sitting on my couch playing Playstation, contemplating getting wasted again so I don't have to think about all this, when I hear a knock at the door. Who the fuck is that? Boss has a meeting, and he's the only one that knows where to find me… oh wait, I ordered pizza. Dude, I need to get my memory checked.
"Wait a minute!" I need to find some pants… all I've got on are some Superman panties and a black tank… this apartment is too big. I miss the days when all my shit was in a pile of the floor in front of me. Who the fuck am I kidding? I don't miss that shit. This apartment is wicked.
Fuck it. The guy can just get an ogle, cause I can't find any goddamn pants. I swing open the door and there's B, in all her pastel glory. Shit.
I try and play it cool, but she can probably tell how nervous I am. "How the hell did you find me?"
"I beat up Willy. Apparently he delivers food here." Remind me to kill him. "Can I come in? We kinda need to talk?"
"B, you've gotta be kidding. We're supposed to fight to the death, not sit and have a chat over tea and crumpets."
"Yeah, I know," B says, looking down at the ground. "It's just, I don't really want to fight right now. Can we put it all on hold right now? Pretend we're not Slayers, enemies, or anything like that. Can we just be Buffy and Faith?"
"Fine," I sigh, hoping this isn't some elaborate plan to fuck with my head. In my states of mind right now, I might have to kill something.
B walks into the apartment slowly, looking around at the kickass shit the Mayor's gotten me.
"This is a really nice place. You make enough money now to get this?"
"No, it was a gift. The Boss didn't want me living in a gutter like my old place. He actually cares." Yeah, I'm bitter. So sue me.
B looks appropriately guilty, and once again looks down at her oh-so- fascinating shoes. I'm getting impatient now. Her being so close after everything between us is making me kind of tense.
"Do you need something, B? Because I have evil, apocalypse-y plans to get back to."
B rolls her eyes at me. "You're just a regular David Spade, aren't yah? Well fine, let's get down to it." Naughty images in my head. "I can't read minds anymore, so I need you to tell me how you feel about me. Straight-forward, truth. That's all I want, Faith." She looks into my eyes, and now I'm the one that's looking down at the floor. Christ, there goes my bad girl persona out the window.
"I don't think that's what you want, B. Whatever you may think you know because of what you heard last night… well, it's nothing compared to the truth. You can't take the truth."
She steps a little closer, lifting her hand to my face and stroking my cheek. "Please, Faith. Nothing you say is going to scare me. Just tell me the truth."
Fine. She asked for it.
"I love you, B. I'm in love with you… You're all I think about. You're my obsession. You motivate my every action, and if I thought that you even shared my feelings the slightest bit, I'd die from a heart attack. You're my world, B. I love you so much it feels like I'm dying. Is that enough truth for you?"
B gets a small little smile on her lips and her eyes crinkle a bit in the corners. She moves forward and I feel like we're in slow-mo. She's moving forward in the amount of time that I could have walked across Texas, when suddenly her lips capture mine in the sweetest kiss I've ever felt.
Buffy's POV:
I kiss Faith's soft lips, enjoying how full and plush they are. This is a definite plus in being with a girl. They're so soft. I rest my hands on her hips, running them up her sides. Yeah, she's soft. Faith moans into my mouth and puts her hands on my head, tangling them in my hair and deepening the kiss. Her tongue licks at my lip, seeking entrance into my mouth. I let her in, caressing our tongues together and feeling the hot, wetness of her mouth.
We start kissing more passionately, and then I start backing Faith up toward her bed. Her knees hit the side and she falls back onto the mattress, spilling her hair out around her. She looks up at me with lust in her eyes, and I know that there is no questioning how I feel about her. I love her.
I step back from the bed and reach behind me. Faith props herself up on her elbows to watch me. I unzip my skirt and let it drop to the ground, kicking off the sandals I'm wearing while I'm at it. I unbutton my shirt slowly, giving Faith flirty looks as I pop every button. Her breathing's sped up, and she's unconsciously spread her legs apart more. Vixen.
I reach behind me again and unhook my little lacy bra, shrugging my shoulders forward so that it drops onto the ground. Her eyes immediately fix on my breasts. Hah! She's such a guy.
I then hook my thumbs in the tops on my panties and slowly pull them down, leaning forward to step out of them and then posing sexily for Faith.
"You are so gorgeous. Get the fuck over here," she commands. I'm all too eager to do what she says. Giles would be pissed if he knew I followed orders so easily. Ooh! Bad image! Do not think about Giles and sex.
I forget all about him, though, when Faith sits up and pull her tank top off, revealing her perfect breasts. They're so amazing. Amazingly round and full, with the cutest, dusky red nipples that are hard and begging for me to suck them. She looks adorable sitting on the bed, naked except for her Superman panties.
I walk over to the bed and straddle Faith, kissing her hard and then shoving her back onto the bed. I lean forward and kiss her again, and then move down to nibble on her neck.
"I love the panties, Faith. They're adorable," I whisper into her ear. Faith chuckles as I move down to the infamous panties and pull them down. Faith lifts her butt off the bed and then her legs to allow them to come off. I look down and her body when I'm done. She really is amazing. Words can't describe it. There are sculptures of gods with bodies that don't look as good as hers.
"You're so gorgeous," I say, moving back up to Faith's mouth, kissing her and stretching my body out along side hers. I reach one hand up to stroke at her breast. Then I flick her nipple and move back from her lips to watch her reactions. I twist and tug at Faith's nipples, loving the little growls that come from deep in her throat. The kind that you can tell she wouldn't be able to stop even if she wanted to. She's got both of her hands around me, clawing my back. I know that red lines are gonna be left there when this is over. Not that I care. I want Faith to mark me. I want to have some kind of proof that this isn't just some elaborate dream that I've come up with. I want to know that this is real.
I finally have mercy on her and move my right hand down. My fingers move over her smooth pussy until I get to her slit, which, by the way, is so wet that I can see juices leaking out onto her lips. I slide my finger in, rubbing the tip in the wetness and getting a feel for her hot, soaked pussy.
"Oh, God. B… please, I'm so wet. I need you. Fuck me, make me come…" Faith arches her back a bit, and her hands move up from my back to tangle in her hair. This image is gonna last me the rest of my life. It's so sexy.
I start to rub little circles on her clit, slowly adding pressure to make her squirm a little. I've decided that making Faith squirm is officially one of my favorite things to do. Her body is so gorgeous, and watching her arch her back and stretch is just about the sexiest things that I could ever see.
She moans and whimpers, keeping her eyes shut hard and rolling her head back and forth.
"B, more… I need, Shit! I need you to fuck me. Just do it… I need it."
"Not yet, Baby," I whisper in her ear, slowing down the movement of my finger, but increasing the pressure. She growls and arches her back again.
I'm so caught up in looking at her beautiful face that I don't notice one of her hands leaving her head until it grabs my hand that's at her pussy, forcing it down until three of my fingers are in her sopping hole.
"OH! That's it! Fuck me, B!"
"That was naughty, Baby. I might have to spank you later."
"I don't care… just fuck me now. Do what you want later." She's barely paying attention to what she's saying. I'll keep the spanking in mind for later. She seems more focused on moving her hips so that she keeps slamming down on my fingers.
I start moving them in and out, giving Faith the fucking that she wants… that she needs. Ok, I'm feeling a little turned on too. I notice her thigh that's kind of propped up because of how far apart she's spreading her legs. Oh yeah, she's flexible.
I start rubbing my own pussy on her thigh, spreading my juices on her gorgeous, creamy skin. Faith feels me on her thigh and looks down, noticing that I'm trying to get myself off.
"Turn around," she whispers, barely getting the words out with her hard breathing. Huh?
At my look of confusion, she clarifies, "Get on top of me, and turn around."
Ooohhhh. "You mean like…" Ok, I'm a little embarrassed to say it.
"I want to 69, B. Now turn around so I can fuck your sweet little cunt."
All the hesitation flows out of me when she says that. I eagerly take my fingers out of Faith, getting on her stomach. I move so that my body rests on Faith, straddling her shoulders.
Faith immediately grabs my hips, lowering me down onto her face. She licks at my sticky sweetness, letting the juices flow into her mouth.
"Oh! Faith, yeah, Baby. That's it! Yes!" I shoot up straight when I first feel her tongue. I can't stop squirming around on her mouth, feeling her hot tongue moving around in my pussy, giving me feelings that I've never had before. I can feel the pressure building inside me. God! It feels amazing.
I suddenly remember that I need to go back to work on Faith, so I lean down. I shove my fingers back into her hole really hard, making her shoot her hips off the bed and moan into my pussy. I start fucking her in and out, going really fast. Her hard little clit is right in front of my face, calling out for me to suck it. It's so wet, and I can't resist giving it a lick and then taking it between my lips, sucking hard.
I hear Faith scream into my pussy, and then start licking and sucking at me even faster. I think I'm gonna come soon, and I want Faith to come with me. I up the speed of my fingers, curling them so that I rub against her g-spot. I had a little issue finding that one, but it's paid off. Faith's hips are going crazy, and her tongue is starting to shove in and out of my hole, sending me over the edge. I suck hard at her clit and buck on her face, feeling my whole body tense and waves of pleasure rush from my head to my toes.
"GOD! Faith! AH! YES, GOD OH!" I hear myself scream, and seconds later I feel Faith's walls rippling and clutching at my fingers. A flood of cum rushes out and covers my hand, making it easier to keep moving my fingers in the death grip her pussy has on me.
"Argghh!" Faith screams into my pussy, holding onto my ass and keeping me on her face so hard that it's a wonder she can breathe.
When I feel I can't take anymore of her licking, I gasp out, "Faith, Baby, stop, I can't take anymore."
She finally lets go of me, letting me roll over onto the bed. We both just lie there a minute, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get ourselves together. We're both panting, and the sound of our breathing echoes through the apartment.
I finally get the energy to crawl up next to Faith, resting my head on her shoulder. She throws her arm around me, and we lie there in silence for I don't know how long.
When I seem to have forgotten about speaking, Faith breaks the silence. "I love you, Buffy."
I turn my head so that I'm looking her in the eye. "I love you too, Faith."
A radiant smile spread on Faith's face, and now I know that getting her to smile is my goal in life. If I thought she looked gorgeous sparring, or slaying, or having sex, or even just breathing, it's nothing compared to how stunning she looks smiling.
Suddenly Faith starts cracking up, making me giggle even though I don't know what's funny. She points over to the door, which I notice we left open. Wow, that was responsible. And there's a pizza sitting there. I can't believe this.
I get up and run over to the door, picking up the pizza and the bill left on top of it. There's a note written there. I feel myself blushing a very deep red, but I can't stop the laughter from coming out of my mouth.
"What does it say?" Faith asks, calming down a bit.
"It says, 'Thanks for the show. It's on the house. And remember to request Nick the next time you want pizza delivered.'"
Faith starts laughing again so hard she falls off the bed.
Faith's POV:
After I recovered from my laughing fit, we grabbed the pizza and a couple drinks. Now we're sitting on the bed, still naked, and just finishing the pizza. Damn, that was good. B's still blushing about the dude that saw us goin at it. Seriously, it was like, 10 minutes ago. Why isn't she over it yet?
"Really, B, I don't get what the big deal is. So he got a free show. So what? I'm sure we looked hot. We are hot. We're wicked hot. He doesn't know us, so it's not like he's gonna go blabbin to anyone we know about what he saw." When I finish, I take a huge gulp of soda. Alcohol would be so much better right now.
"What do you mean 'blabbin to anyone we know'? You think he's gonna tell people we don't know?!"
Duh. "Well, yeah B. If you were a guy and you walked in on two hot chicks fucking, wouldn't you tell all your friends?"
"Well, that's just great, then! Sunnydale's a small place, Faith! By tomorrow, everyone in town's gonna know that Buffy's turned into a great big dyke!" She flops down so she's lying on the bed again and buries her head in my pillow. Her ass is so luscious.
"B, no one's gonna think you're a dyke. You wear way too many pastels to be a dyke. Me on the other hand…" I wiggle my eyebrows even though I know she can't see them. She doesn't look up but reaches her arm up and swings at me, hitting me in the tit.
"Shut up, Faith!"
"Ow, B, you knocked me one in the tit. Now I'm gonna be bruised," I whine as I hold the injured boob.
"Aww, that's so sad sweetie, I think I almost feel a tear coming on," she says as she props herself up on her elbows. I smirk and lay down next to her on my side.
"Yeah, keep it up, Babe, and I'm withholding sex." I keep a straight face for all of two seconds and then crack up. "I'm sorry, I can't even act like I mean that. Nothing in this world would make me withhold sex."
"Good to know," she says, but you can tell she's not really paying attention. She's looking at me with a soft smile on her face. Like she's happy by the mere fact that I'm happy.
That's when it all hits me. The seriousness of what we're doing. We wanted to just be Buffy and Faith for a while, but the truth is, we can't just be that. We're a lot more than that. I fall onto my back and sigh, rubbing my eyes. "What the hell are we doing?"
"What do you mean?" B asks, confusion in her voice.
"B, we're on different sides now. I'm the bad guy. We shouldn't be here having sex and laughing together. We should be fighting to the death, or at least trading insults or something."
"Faith, we said we weren't gonna bring all that into this. We're just being us right now."
"Yeah! And that is us! The Slayer is part of who we are. Part of who I am now is that I'm working for the other side. Part of who you are is that you beat the bad guys, not sleep with them."
"I know… sooner or later, we're gonna have to deal. We, we can tell the gang. I'm sure after a while, they'll-"
"No, B, you're not getting it. It's not just the Scoobies anymore. This doesn't just affect them. The Watcher's Council is involved now. And let's not forget, I'm working for the Mayor! Not only do I not want to betray him, but do you know what would happen if he found out about this? Let's just say it wouldn't be a bed of roses. Oh, and there's the issue of the police and the guy I killed! B, this is so much bigger than what your friends think. We really can't be doing this. Fucking, sure, we could probably get away with that, but the love part? Are you crazy? We're dead if anyone knows."
"Faith, we can get past all that. You and me together, the Chosen Two, we can do anything. Don't you remember how great we are together?"
"B, that's when we're fighting! This isn't the same thing!"
"Of course it is!" She yells. We're both sitting up now. I'm also trying to ignore the fact that we're arguing naked. "We can do anything we want, Faith. Isn't that what you've been trying to tell me the all along? Doesn't love conquer all?"
"Love isn't always enough, B." I look down, picking at the mattress. I think I may be two seconds away from crying.
She scoots forward until she's right in front of me and I can feel her breath on my face. She reaches up and cups my cheek, lifting my head so that I'm looking her in the eye.
"Love is enough, Faith. It can get us through whatever comes our way. I love you enough to not care what my friends, my mom, or anyone thinks. OK? Do you understand? I love you, and I'll do what I need to to make everything OK."
A tear is jerked from my eye and slips down my cheek when I nod my head. "Yeah, B. I love you too."
"It's enough, OK?"
"Yeah." I can see how much she loves me. I can't believe I haven't been seeing it all along. The intensity of her gaze shows so much. All her feelings are laid out in front of me. I really do love her.
I hold her hand against my face and move forward, pressing my lips against hers. I give her the softest, sweetest kiss I can muster as I lower her to the bed. When I've got Buffy on her back, I move in between her legs and rest my full weight on her. Our kiss breaks when our pussies make contact, and I gasp at the feeling of her wetness sliding on mine. It feels so good. She feels so good.
I start grinding our hips together as I suck and lick at Buffy's neck. I listen to her whimpers at each spot I kiss, getting a feel for what she likes. When I suck on her pulse point, B moans and grips her hands on my back, pulling me in closer. Bingo.
"Touch me, Faith," she whispers into my ear.
I don't waste any time in moving my hand down to her nipple, but when I reach it, B whimpers and shakes her head. "Lower, Faith." Hah! I love this girl.
I move my fingers between her legs and quickly find her clit. At the first contact, her hips jut up and knock me off of her. I quickly move to her side to get more comfortable and allow more access, and then I start rubbing hard little circles on her clit. I love her sighs and moans. They're so sexy. So feminine. So Buffy.
Once I feel the wetness starting to coat my fingers, I move them down slowly to her opening. As I circle it, I whisper in B's ear, "Do you want me inside?"
"Please, Faith," she moans, shutting her eyes. I slide two fingers forward into B's pussy, feeling it stretch to accommodate my searching fingers.
Is this really me? I'm not a tender, sweet person. I fuck hard, take what I want, and leave `em wanting more. Yet, despite what I think I am, I'm lying here with the girl of my dreams, softly stroking my fingers in and out of her, feeling her hot, wet passage grip at my fingers.
She's whimpering and sighing, her eyes squeezed shut tight. I'm glad I got to see her this time. Not that I didn't enjoy fucking her like we were starring in our very own Skinemax movie, but now I get to see what I really do to her. How beautiful she looks when she feels this good. There's nothing distracting me.
Her body looks so gorgeous… the way she writhes and stretches. She kind of looks like this when she's fighting. How fuckin weird is that. She looks moves the same when she's fighting and fucking. No wait, I do that too. Ok, not so strange. I guess it's just a Slayer thing.
I move my palm up so that her clit's getting friction again. I press down hard on it, showing no mercy. I want her to come harder than she ever has before. I fuck my fingers into her faster, rubbing against the top wall so that I keep moving back and forth against her g-spot. Yeah that's the trick.
"You like that, Baby?" I ask.
She's bucking on my fingers now, forcing them in an out so quickly that I have to concentrate on my aim to make sure that I actually get in each time. She so slippery... so wet. Fuck, I make her this wet. How fucking unbelievable is that? If you told me a few days ago, hell, even yesterday, that B would be wet for me and telling me she loved me, I would have laughed in your face, all the while beating the shit out of you. But now... now I'm just in shock. I just can't believe it.
Her back arches up and her hips are now fucking down onto my fingers. She holds herself up on her elbows, and I decide to help her out a little by putting my arm under her back to help support some of her weight.
"God, Faith... I'm so close. I'm so close baby," she whimpers, her voice uneven cause of her jerking motions. It's so fucking hot. I feel the grip of her pussy tighten, letting me know how she's about to come. I quickly move my fingers so that I'm not just sliding past her g-spot anymore. I'm grinding right into it. "Oh, GOD! Faith!" Buffy suddenly freezes, her back arching even more. Her hips aren't moving, and now her muscles are clamping down on me. Jesus fuck, she's got a grip. I have never fucked a girl with strength like this. Well... I guess that kinda goes without saying. She is a Slayer after all. THE Slayer. But even when I fuck myself, it doesn't feel this strong. I really am second best. My pussy isn't even as strong as hers.
She keeps pulsing around me, gripping and releasing. It kind of feels like ripples. Warm, slippery ripples. I feel the cum seeping out of her hole, pooling in my hand. It makes it easier to keep the heel of my hand rubbing on her clit. The hard nub is sliding under me. Slipping around in her wetness.
Finally, I feel her pulsing walls relax, letting my fingers loose again. Buffy sighs and drops back onto the bed. Her breathing is hard and hair's sticking to her sweaty neck. God, she looks so gorgeous. I lower myself down on top of her, resting only partly on her side. My fingers slowly slide out, and B whimpers when they're finally gone. I start tracing them on her stomach, watching the sticky patterns develop on her skin. B still hasn't opened her eyes. I want her to. I want to see how much she loves me. I need to see it.
"B... look at me?"
She slowly opens her eyes, and once again I can feel it. I can feel her love. God, I can't believe how long I've been missing out on this. All this time... I'd trained myself into thinking this kind of shit was for pussies. I was so wrong. Or if I wasn't, I don't think I really care anymore.
"I love you, B," I whisper. Can she see it in my eyes too? I try and convey what I feel for her through my eyes. She can't read my mind anymore, so now I gotta make sure she can tell.
"I love you too, Faith." She smiles the most brilliant, thousand watt smile, and then grabs the back of my head, bringing me down to kiss her. Her soft lips meet mine, making me lose myself again. I lose myself in the feeling of someone finally loving me. Of feeling safe, warm, and wanted. Please, never let me lose this. I don't know how the fuck I could possibly deal after knowing what this feels like. Just don't think about it, Faith. Don't doubt anything. Stop being such a goddamn skeptic. Buffy said this is enough. Our love is enough to forget all the other shit. All the shit between us. Fuck... I really hope she's right.
Buffy's POV:
I walk down the street and think about the only thing that's been in my mind for the last month.
Faith.
I just left school to have lunch with her, and now I'm on my way back. God, I love Faith so much. Since that night a month ago, I've fallen even more in love with her. She can't do anything wrong in my eyes... OK, that's not totally true. She can do a lot of things wrong in my eyes. She constantly burps and she's so damn crude that a sailor couldn't out-do her. But those things don't matter. I have stuff about me that probably annoys her all the time.
There is one thing that bothers me about her, though. Well, not so much her as much as her lifestyle. She's still working for the Mayor. We avoid talking about it, which I really don't like. I feel like we should be able to talk about anything, but that subject is completely off limits. She's more sharing about her mother and her childhood than she is about the work she does for the Mayor. Not that she shares a lot about her childhood, but at least she's more willing to give up that information.
It's not that I want Faith to stop being a badass, cause that's a major turn-on, but I don't want her to be evil. No, she's not evil. She's sweet, loving, and wonderful. But some of the things she says... I feel her becoming colder. Not to me, but to most people in general. She's got more anger and she doesn't feel very guilty about anything anymore. I'm so worried. I don't want to lose her. I just found her, and now I feel like she's slowly slipping away from me. It's a horrible feeling. It feels like the life is slowly seeping out of me.
Alright, Buffy. Enough of the melodrama. Think about the good. Faith's beautiful smile, how good it feels to make her laugh... stuff like that.
Faith has been changing a lot, but so have I. I don't get as excited about spending time with the gang as I used to. I always want to be with Faith. When I am with them, though, they sometimes mention her and start the insults. I have to hold in the urge to beat them all down and tell them that if she's a psycho slut, then so am I for hanging out with her and sleeping with her. Instead, I just nod my head and pretend that I hate her.
I reach the school and see Will and Xan sitting at one of the lunch tables. I wonder where Oz is as I slowly make my way over, hoping they won't ask me where I ate lunch.
"Hey Buffy," Willow says, smiling at me excitedly. Why do I sometimes get the feeling that seeing me is the highlight of her day?
"Buffster, where were you last night? We missed you at the Bronze. You missed the spectacle of Cordelia throwing a drink in my face."
I snort but try to keep a straight face. "Well, I'm sorry I missed that. It was probably very entertaining."
"So where were you?"
"Oh, I was with Faith." I realize my mistake when Willow and Xander's eyes widen. "-less people. I've been making new friends lately, and they happen to hate religion. They think there's no God. Nope. None." Oh, that was smooth, Buffy.
"You're hanging with atheists?" Willow asks, confused.
"No Will, they're against religion, not government."
"That's anarchists."
"Oh… well. I was just joking. Hah! Gottcha. I'm just gonna shut up now." Xander looks away uncomfortably and starts playing with his soda can. Whatever.
"But yeah," I say, hoping to end this conversation. "I was with my atheist friends last night. I'm sorry I didn't call you. I didn't think you'd be interested in hanging with them. Being Jewish and therefore believing in God and all."
"It's OK Buffy. I understand." Willow smiles and nods her head at me just as the bell signaling the end of lunch rings. We get to class and find out that our teacher isn't there. There's a substitute that's listed the assignment on the board.
I decide on a much better idea, though. I whip out my notebook and, after checking that nobody's looking, I start doodling Faith's name on the paper with little hearts all over the place. I love doing this. It makes me feel like a little kid again, which is something I rarely feel anymore. I have the world on my shoulders. I never have time to just be a kid.
A cough gets my attention and I look up in time to see Willow flick a little piece of paper onto my desk. I check to make sure the teacher isn't looking, then unfold the note.
*Buffy-
I know we've kept a lot of secrets from each other lately, like the fluking and the Angel stuff. I want you to know, though, that I'm still your best friend no matter what. If there's anything you want to tell me, I swear I won't judge. I'll only be supportive. Look up at me right now.*
I look up at Willow and she's staring at me with her resolve face. Then she points back down at her note so I go back to it and keep reading.
*That was my resolve face. You know what it means. So you better tell me what's up, Missy, or I'm going to have to hit you with something even stronger than the resolve face.
-Willow*
I fold the note up, not looking over at Willow. I don't know what to do. Faith will kill me if I tell. She's so convinced it'll be the end of the world if people find out about us. Please! What do I do better than the end of the world?
When class is over, Willow gets up and stands over my desk, once again getting the resolve on. I'm really starting to hate that face. I sigh and look up at Willow from my seat.
"Listen, Will… I do have some stuff going on with me right now. I just don't think I'm ready to share yet. I'm still really confused, and I know that once anyone knows it may be a big deal. Would you mind just giving me a little time? I swear! The second I feel ready, I will tell you everything."
"OK, Buffy," Willow says, slowly dropping the resolve face. Thank God. "Anytime, just come to me and I'll listen, OK? I swear, I won't judge."
I frown slightly. "Why do you keep saying that? What exactly do you think my big secret is?"
"No reason. I just feel like I should establish that I don't judge. You know, make sure it's out there for all to know." We get up and walk out of the room. When we get to the point that we have to separate to get to our individual classes, Will turns to me. "OK, I'll see you later, Buffy. Oh, and by the way, you smell really good. Isn't that the perfume Faith used to wear?"
Willow gives me the most significant look EVER and then grins. She turns and walks away before I can gather words or even a thought, leaving me speechless in the middle of the hallway. She knows. Shit, she knows. She's not upset, though, right? She's supportive. She's grinning at me about it and practically begging me to tell her. It's OK. She's OK with it. And Faith can't be mad cause I didn't actually tell her. I let out a sigh of relief and start walking to my next class. Someone knows. It's not such a big secret anymore. If Will can handle it, maybe the fallout from everyone else won't be so bad.
Faith and I are in my room, lying on the bed. I know what you're thinking. What am I thinking, I'm gonna get caught, right? Wrong. Mom's working late tonight. She left me money for dinner. We called the pizza place, but the sadly, Nick wasn't there today. Faith did tell the guy that delivered the pizzas to tell Nick his favorite customers said 'Hi', though.
We ate pizza and watched t.v., making fun of all the characters. Well, Faith made fun of the characters. I happen to love Chandler. Faith says it's ridiculous to think that anyone talks that way. That forced me to remind her of her use of the phrase '5 by 5'. I'm really hoping she'll explain that to me one of these days.
Anyway, we're just lounging in my room now. Faith's head is on my stomach. She's slowly tracing patterns on the material of my shirt, raising the hem a little bit each time she starts a new pattern. My breathing's slow and I look down at the top of her head, admiring the gorgeous chestnut color. She's wearing her hair straight a lot of the time now. I kind of miss the waves. They're more playful and young. Faith looks more dangerous with her hair straight.
"I think Will knows." OK, I have no idea why I just said that. It just popped out.
I feel Faith tense and her voice sounds tight when she says, "And how exactly does she know?"
"I said THINK, Faith. Pay attention. She was hinting at me today that she wouldn't judge me if I had a secret to share with her. Then she mentioned that I smelled like the perfume you wear and gave me a weird grin. Will doesn't ever talk about you in a light friendly way. You're not exactly her favorite person."
"Well, she knows then."
"Yeah, and she's handling it pretty well. That got me thinking that maybe-"
"No, B," she cuts me off, sounding annoyed. "We've gone over this, like, a million times. We can't tell. We'll be totally fucked if we do."
"But Faith, if Will can handle it-"
"Then that tells us jack about how everyone else, who are a lot more important than Red, I might add, will react. We can't risk it. Why don't you get that?"
"The Council doesn't have to know."
"Um, hello? Remember the Mayor? Your current big bad and the guy I'm working for? I could give a shit about the tweeds over in England. It's him I'm worried about."
I take a deep breath and start to approach a subject I haven't dared to even think about asking Faith about. "Faith, have you thought about maybe… coming back to our side?"
I feel Faith shake her head against my stomach. "Sorry, B. It ain't gonna happen. I'm happy where I am. I do jobs for the Boss, and he gives me everything I've ever wanted. I've been poor all my life and I've never had a dad. Hell, I barely had a mom. Now I've got all the money I could want and a dad that loves me. I'm not giving that up."
"Faith, your 'dad' wants to turn into a demon and kill the whole town."
"Small technicality, B. How could you ask me to give all that up?"
"Because what you're doing is wrong, Faith."
"Who are you to say it's wrong?" She sits up and looks at me.
"Faith, what was the last job the Mayor sent you on?"
Faith looks down at the bedspread for a minute and then lowers her eyes. She lies back down with her head on my stomach and answers, "He wanted me to take care of some loose ends for him."
"What do you mean 'take care of'?" Even though I think I already know the answer, I don't want her to say it's true. Please don't let Faith become what I think she's becoming.
"You know… the guy was causing problems. I took care of it."
"You killed him?'
Her silence tells me everything I need to know. God, what is it with me and dating killers? This is so bad. My girlfriend's killing people and there's nothing I can do. I can't make her stop without messing with our entire relationship. Should I do it anyway? Am I being selfish to put our relationship over the lives of innocent people? OK, when I put it that way, it does sound kind of selfish.
Faith sits up again and put her head on the pillow next to me, turning me so that I face her. "Buffy, this guy was scum. I was doing the world a favor. It's not like I knocked off some old man or a bunch of little kids. It's a long story, but trust me when I say that you'd approve."
"How did you do it?" I ask quietly.
"Not important. Just, don't let this change anything, OK? Remember, I love you. You love me. That's enough, OK?"
She's right, but she's also so, so wrong. Why can't she see it? Why am I going along with this? Normally I'd be screaming my head off and telling her how stupid she is. That she can't just take justice into her hands and kill people because she thinks they deserve to die. I'm not doing that, though. I'm just so relieved that she told me she loves me that I'm letting it all slide. All this bad, dirty stuff that's corrupting her, corrupting us. I'm just gonna forget about it.
OK, forgetting, Buffy. You no longer remember. OK.
I sigh. "You're right. We said that nothing could come between us. There's nothing too big for us to handle. And… I love you enough to forget this. To not judge or get mad at you. OK? I love you."
"I love you Buffy." Faith smiles at me gently and leans forward, softly pressing her lips against mine. I melt into the feeling of her luscious lips, and now I really am starting to forget.
This is all that matters. This feeling of being so close to her. So loved by her. I love her weight now pressing onto me. Overwhelming me and comforting me all at the same time. Warmth spreads through my body when I feel her tongue softly stroking mine. I can't even remember what we were fighting about before.
Faith starts up a rocking motion above me, pushing her hips into mine. It feels so good. How can it feel so good when we're fully clothed? She's pressed so tight against me, and I start to feel the familiar ache in my clit. It spreads out, engulfing my whole body in arousal.
"Lose the shirt, Baby," I mumble, pulling at the bottom of her shirt. I need to feel her against me. Faith lets me pull it off, sitting up slightly and shaking her hair out. Naturally, she's not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples are right in front of me, begging to be sucked. I move forward and catch one in my mouth, moving my other hand up to toy with her other nipple. Faith sighs and closes her eyes, and then starts to rock against me again. The only difference is her pussy is pressed against my stomach rather than my own pussy.
She moves her hand down and unbuttons my jeans quickly. Yeah, I can tell this is gonna be one of our fast, passionate, animal sex kind of nights. I feel the nature of our caresses change to something rougher as Faith shoves her hand under my panties, immediately starting to finger my clit. God, it feels just the way I want it to.
I breathe heavy and gasp. "Oh God, Faith. That feels so good. Press it harder baby. I want to feel it even harder." Faith obliges and starts grinding her finger into my clit. The feeling's overwhelming. I'm so wet and hot, I know it's not going to take me long to come.
"BUFFY! Where are you?!"
We both freeze at the sound of my mother's voice from downstairs.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Faith yells in a whisper. Does that make sense?
Faith quickly pulls her hand out of my pants and I scramble off the bed, trying to button them. I see Faith's shirt on the ground and throw it at her head. Faith quickly grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, then tugs her boots on without lacing them up and goes over to my window to climb out.
"Buffy, are you in your room?!" Mom yells. Her voice is getting closer. I think she's coming up the stairs.
I quickly kiss Faith and then she's out the window. Just as she's out of sight my door opens.
"Buffy, there you are. Why didn't you answer me?"
"Sorry Mom, I was just coming to see you. I have kind of a sore throat so I didn't want to yell."
"OK sweetie," she says, feeling my forehead. "You feel a little warm. Maybe you should get to bed." I feel warm? Gee, I wonder why.
"OK, will do, Mom. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, honey."
Mom closes the door behind her and I let out a sigh, letting my shoulders slump. Man, I really wanted to come. I'm so worked up now. I walk over to the window and look down. Shit! What is Faith still doing here?
She waves her sticky fingers at me and then licks them off, making me groan. She can be such a bitch some times.
Then she mouths "It's enough?" at me. Aww… she's so sweet, also.
"It's enough," I mouth back, nodding my head. She smiles and then turns and leaves. There's a cute little hop in her step as she disappears down the street. She's so cute! I really do love her.
I change and get ready for bed. Still thinking about Faith. It's not all good, though. I'm still worried. Seriously, seriously worried. I don't like where she's going. Not that I've liked it for while, but she's getting worse daily. I slip under the covers and close my eyes.
OK, no more thinking about this tonight. Go to sleep Buffy, and hopefully dream about a naked, sweaty Faith.
...to be continued...