…And Candy Corn Dreams
by Poet
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None really. Faith comes back in Season 5.
Notes: This is for Electra’s challenge…
Faith was feeling pretty damn good about herself. But then this time of year always brought out the happy that so often lurked beneath the Slayer’s dark façade of mystery. She couldn’t help the little hop in her step, the grin from spreading across, the dimple in her right cheek making an appearance.
It was October 31. Halloween, the time when anybody could be anything that they wanted, for just a night. When the rules of the world were temporarily forgotten, and no matter where you came from, you could be fuckin’ royalty, and no one could tell you different. Lifestyles of the rich and freaking famous even!
It was an idea that appealed greatly to Faith. Escapism, pure and simple. Yeah she had sat in on a few of B’s classes… so what? There was no where to sit in the hall!
Growing up in Southie, things were bad more often then they were not. But regardless of how poor the family got, or how drunk her mother had been or how distant her father had become, they’d always manage to pull things together for a good night of fun and frights.
It was tradition damn it!
It was a little odd. In all her life Faith could only remember one merry Christmas, but even in her darkest of years things would always come together for a Happy Halloween. And this one might just be the best in a long time.
She was back in Sunnyhell. Eight months in a coma, another eight in juve, had given her a new out-look. Oh she was still the same Faith, bad girl to the bone… but her outlook had changed, the fear the pessimism had faded, it was replaced by a mature and quiet confidence, determination, and purpose. And she had to admit, It was good to be back!
She knew she had a long ways to go. Faith didn’t expect to show back up, fresh out of the pen and be greeted with open arms. The Scoobs were mostly showing a slightly chilly indifference to her renewed presence, with sporadic bursts of sarcasm and sometimes anger. But it had only been a month now, and it was getting better.
The thing that Faith hadn’t been prepared for, had in fact actually anticipated a great deal of bruising for, was the other slayer’s reaction. Faith had stepped off the bus, the stink of the jail cell still clinging to her skin, slung her small duffel over her shoulder and run smack into a smiling B.
She had been too stunned to do anything but give an uncharacteristic shriek of surprise. Which had only made the blond slayer grin wider. B had pushed the big round sunglasses she was wearing up to her head and crinkled her nose a bit.
“You stink, Faith.” Had been the first words Faith had heard from Buffy in more than eight months.
“Yeah, well 18 straight hours on a bus can’t leave a girl summer fresh.” She had grinned back tentatively and watched the other girl nod. And then… THEN, B had done the strangest thing. She had picked up her bag, taken her HAND, and led her to the parked car. No deep discussions had occurred that day. They’d just gone back to Faith’s old apartment and got her settled back in.
No, the deep and meaningful all came later… was still coming in fact. They still had so much to work out. But the thing was, the UNBELIEVABLE thing was, they both wanted it to be worked out! The whole thing spun Faith’s head something serious.
But that was the other part of the reason she couldn’t stop smiling. She was heading to see the other slayer now. A crisp, clear Halloween night, a killer party to get to and B.
Faith couldn’t think of anything better!
She stopped to check out her reflection in the window of one of the campus shops. She had to admit she looked damn fine! She really lucked out on this costume. She adjusted her electric blue spiky wig as she honed her senses for a moment.
Not a vamp or demon around for miles! Just the sound distant heavy bass beats, and college students run-amuck. Yeah, Faith really loved Halloween.
With a final grin she turned and headed for B’s dorm.
Buffy was franticly running around her small dorm room. She was so totally running late and Faith would be there to pick her up any second. And where was the rest of her costume!?
Like most students of UCSD, Buffy had skipped most of her afternoon classes today in order to prepare for tonight. For some reason Halloween in Sunnydale was like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. You would think that these people had enough of all things goblin, considering the got a heavy dose on a near weekly basis. But Buffy wasn’t about to complain.
This was the yearly party of the century! If that makes any sense.
Preparations included, the gathering of select beverages, candy, a costume and of course sleeping. How else can you stay up all night if you aren’t thoroughly prepared?! It was of course this last step that placed Buffy in the situation she was in now.
Finally locating the final item of her costume she tied the hooded red cape around her neck and gave herself the once over in the mirror. She had to admit, she was looking pretty good. Maybe the skirt was a bit…or very short, but she doubted she’d be getting any complaints about that! Well, Will’s eyes might pop out for a second… But Faith would probably congratulate her for finally getting a little naughty.
The blond Slayer couldn’t help the grin that crept to her lips at the mere thought of the dark haired girl. She was also strangely surprised by the wave of butterflies that was suddenly consuming her. Buffy for the life of her couldn’t figure out where they were coming from though.
This was just Faith picking her up, just like every other night for the past month or so. Only difference they weren’t going slaying. They were hitting the party instead. Buffy was beyond excited. She had been so focused on the whole school thing and the slaying and the mystery militia She hadn’t had much time for fun.
Plus there was the whole Parker disaster. She wasn’t too big on running into him again.
But tonight was her night to really “throw down”. Buffy smiled as she started applying her eye liner, laying it on a bit heavier than usual. Just thinking about that conversation from earlier in the week was making her giddy. Orginally she wasn’t even going to go out tonight, but Faith had been more excited than she had ever seen her.
“B, I don’t think you truly appreciate the importance of this holiday!” Faith had been adamant during their training session. The dark slayer had looked up at her from the floor as she stretched her legs out.
“I appreciate plenty!” Buffy had defended herself, and sat down next to the other girl… not too close. “It’s an excuse to gorge yourself on candy, how can I not like candy?”
Faith had just rolled her eyes at that and reached for her outstretched foot. Buffy made sure not to notice the way her insanely short shorts rode up her thigh, exposing even more lightly tanned skin.
“It’s WAY more than just candy! It a chance to become something different! To be anything you wanted to be, B.” The eyebrows had been bouncing all over the place.
“Yeah Faith, I got a taste of becoming somebody else once on Halloween, F. Results? Not that great.” Buffy laid herself back on the mat and closed her eyes. If she couldn’t see Faith then she couldn’t think all those thoughts that she shouldn’t be thinking… right? She felt the other girl shift, and knew that Faith was looking down at her now.
“See, I heard about all that. You were going about it all wrong B!” She sounded so excited. “It's all in the attitude.”
Buffy took a chance and opened her eyes. And yup, Faith was right there grinning at her, all dimples and flushed skin and flashing eyes. Buffy swallowed, hard.
“So what’s the attitude?” She’d had to clear her throat a little before she could speak. God what the hell was wrong with her?
“On Halloween B, we’re free! We don’t have to think about Slaying or school or any other responsibility. We can do whatever the hell we want!”
Faith had beamed, but quickly lost her grin when she’d realized what she’d said. There had been several moments like this. When the dark girl would make a joke or say something that was just an inherent part of her character. But at the same time it would bring up those memories of not so long ago. She would catch herself, her mood would suddenly shift, and Buffy could practically feel the guilt coming off her in waves.
“N-not that… I mean, B I didn’t mean—” Faith had started again, her eyes unsure and Buffy couldn’t believe how much she instantly missed that glowing smile.
“Faith, it's ok.” Buffy had laid a hand on her knee, her fingertips making subtle caresses unknowingly. “I know it’s not the same as before.”
She had tried her hardest to look reassuring and was rewarded as the light began to return to the other girl's eyes. “So tell me, what should we do to get me into the spirit of things?”
To that Faith’s eyes actually sparkled! The mischief, the excitement was enough to make Buffy’s breath catch in her throat.
“Buffy…” Faith had leaned down, her lips a breath away from her ear, and all Buffy could feel was the heat that was flowing off the other girl. “We’re gonna throw down girlfriend.”
And that’s when the planning had begun. They were going to do costumes. Full out and edgy.
“None of that cutesy crap!” Faith had proclaimed. And then they were going to the biggest party of the year. The Sigma Pi’s, it was notoriously exclusive. Invitation only kind of thing. Buffy had heard about it every year, but never even attempted to get in.
Faith had managed to some how get invites for the entire Scooby gang! When Buffy questioned her how she managed it. Faith had simply replied. “Oh, I know a guy.”
A simple enough answer but the way she smirked and gave a little wink filled in enough blanks as far as Buffy was concerned. Plus, the hot pulse of jealousy that had suddenly bloomed in her chest kept her from asking any of the details.
What was important was that they were all going! And her costume was hot! Xander had gone with her to pick it out. His jaw had hit the floor when she came out of the dressing room. Buffy’s hand paused in applying her lip-shine as she suddenly wondered if Faith would have a similar reaction. Did she WANT Faith to have a similar reaction?!
And why the hell were Faith’s reactions all she could think about lately?!
Buffy’s reverie was broken by a sudden knock at the door, and those all too familiar trembles that chased themselves up and down her spine. She wanted Faith’s reaction? She was about to get it!
What the hell was taking B so long? Faith knew she was on time. She’d made damn sure of it. She was way past excited about this party. From what she’d heard planning had been in the works since the start of the semester. She didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
She tapped the glass bottle she had hidden in her jacket and bounced on the balls of her feet. She should have tried to get a little more slaying in, or maybe a workout before she came here…Faith was holding on to way too much energy.
“Come on B! Time’s a-wastin’!” She had just lifted her hand again, knuckles poised to meet the solid wood for a third time, when the door came flying open.
And there B stood. A swirl of red fabric and blond curls… and exposed skin. Lots. Of. Exposed. Skin. Jesus, Faith wondered if her jaw was actually on the floor. She hoped she wasn’t drooling.
“Hey Faith! Come on in, I’m almost ready.” B opened the door wider and spun around, heading back to her desk and mirror. Faith’s couldn’t stop her breath from hitching as her skirt flew up.
“Uh…You look great B. Wicked costume.” Faith strode in, after finally regaining her composure.
“Thanks! S-so do you.” Faith watched ad Buffy continued searching through a collection of lipstick. Had she even noticed her costume? B didn’t even seem to be looking at her at all.
“You think so?” She took the bottle of extremely overpriced alcohol from her jacket and set it on the other desk, and proceeded to look for glasses they could use. “I wasn’t sure about the get up. You don’t think it's too subtle do you?”
Faith came up from the desk cabinet with two shot glasses. Huh, Red had shot glasses! She spun around just in time to catch Buffy raising her eyes from what Faith could only assume had been her ass. She watched unable to believe her own eyes as B’s flicked up, back to hers. The lingering pauses at her exposed stomach, and cleavage didn’t go unnoticed either!
“No! Not subtle, it's good. You… good.” Ok Faith was feeling a bit more confident now. Especially with the blush that was fast spreading across B’s cheeks, down her chest. “So what’s that?”
She pointed to the bottle.
“Something to get us started girlfriend.” Faith grinned, feeling her own cheeks flushed a bit, as she poured them each a shot of the amber liquid. She handed one to B.
“What is it?” She watched the other girl take a sniff, and temporarily lost her train of thought. She couldn’t get over how amazing B looked! Who knew little red riding hood could look so… naughty!? Sure she had teased Buffy, almost daring her to get a little risky, but she didn’t think the other slayer would take things quite so far.
Faith hoped they didn’t get arrested walking to the party. That skirt was definitely pushing the limits.
“Uhh… oh it's tequila, Patrone to be more specific. The best stuff so you can't waste it by spitting it out!”
“That only happened once Faith, and you didn’t warn me!” Buffy gave her a pout, which would have been standard for “normal B” but in her current get up it just looked fuckin SINFUL.
Faith downed her shot quickly and poured another. “Go on B, gotta catch up.” Faith said her breaths coming a bit quicker than usual. She watched from the corner of her eye as B threw back the shot… and immediately started coughing.
Now B could handle her booze, no doubt, she was a damn Slayer after all. It was just getting it in her that was the problem. Faith knocked back her second and felt her own eyes water just a tad.
“So where’d you get the costume Faith, it looks so authentic! Totally punk!” This time B poured her own. Faith was loving how the other girl was trying so hard not to ‘really’ look at her.
“Oh I lucked out for real B!” Faith took her third and felt the smooth liquid burn all the way down. Was it a little warm for October? “I saw this vamp right? Seen ‘em before, that Billy Idol wanna be chump.”
Buffy came up sputtering from her latest shot, her eyes round with surprise. “You got your costume from Spike!?”
“Huh? Yeah, that’s the guy. I see him and think. Damn this dude is totally stuck back in the day and I figure he’s got all kinds of shit. So I follow ‘em back to his crypt and dust his ass and ta da. A few modifications and that’s it.”
Faith did a slow spin, giving Buffy a chance to fully appreciate the ‘modifications’. Her costume, if she was honest, was just as likely to get them both arrested as Buffy’s was. A shredded LOW cut tank with the image of the Clash on the front, exposed not only her ample cleavage and hints of the deep red lace, but left her stomach bare as well.
The jeans were tight and tattered in the most dangerous places, riding low on her hips and the black leather jacket was covered in zippers and pins, but the best was the wig! An electric red that matched deep red of her bra, it spiked up all over the place. All that, plus her smoked out eyes and a single leather glove on her right hand, and Faith looked as if she stepped right out of a Ramones concert.
Faith finished her spin and met Buffy’s eyes again. They were wide and a little unbelieving. Plus there was something else there, something that made Faith’s hands shake a little as she downed yet another shot.
“Y-you dusted Spike?!”
“uhh yeah.” And for just a moment Faith was a little unsure again. Was there something she didn’t know about that vamp? Her worries wer quickly abated as B gave an indifferent shrug and picked up a little picnic basket off her bed.
“Sweet. Let's go Faith. The gang is supposed to meet us at the door.”
The each took another drink, taking turns pulling directly from the bottle. Liquid courage Faith liked to think as they headed out the door. And as Faith watched as Buffy strode in front of her leading the way in that tiny flirty nothing of a skirt, she couldn’t help think she was gonna need all the courage she could get.
They heard the music thumping from a block away. That was about where the line to get in the door also started. The driving bass beat, the ample amount of tequila and just the mere presence of Buffy walking next to her had Faith’s heart pounding against her ribs.
“Come on B” she grinned and cut her eyes at the other slayer, quickening her pace to bypass the long line of people hoping to get in. She didn’t even try to play this cool, didn’t try to hide her excitement.
This was shaping up to be the most perfect night of her life. Her favorite holiday, killer party and B as her date. Well… maybe not exactly ‘date’, but it sure as fuck felt that way… with the way the other slayer kept looking at her, grinning with those flashing eyes, it made her almost painfully aware of every nerve in her body.
It all felt sharper, clearer… it all just felt like MORE. It left Faith wondering how much ‘more’ this night would be.
“So are we meeting up with your guy? He gonna let us in?” But she had to stop a second, had to turn and face the sudden, unexpected chill of B’s voice.
Where the fuck had that come from? What was with the sudden shift in mood?
The entire walk over to the wherehouse district had been spent in a flurry of laughter and slightly drunken amusement. Faith was sure B had been having a good time, taking her jokes with a sense of humor and even flirting back just a little. There had even been this one moment, this one perfect instant when Buffy had actually taken her hand as they walked along the alley. Some rowdy trick-or-treaters had run past them, forcing them to separate and neither one had the nerve to make a second attempt.
But just those few moments had been enough for Faith…
Now, all that had shifted somehow, B looked like she was ready to kick her ass, and Faith for the life of her couldn’t figure out why.
“Umm yeah, Presto’s one of the guys hosting. He said he’d wait outside for us.” Buffy gave a snort and rolled her eyes, refusing again to look.
“B, what’s the problem?” Faith had ventured to take a step closer, doing her damn best to keep her own eyes focused on the other girl’s face… it was hard considering that outfit. “Is everything cool? You’re wicked tense all of a sudden.”
She heard a sigh come from B, and couldn’t help but grin she took a step to close some of the distance between them as well. “I’m fine, really…”
But she didn’t sound fine. Faith watched as Buffy’s eyes made yet another trip over her form…she wasn’t even trying to hide it!! Either the tequila had completely taken over B’s reservations or something else was going on here…
“Let’s just go inside OK?”
“Sure B… whatever you want.” Yeah Faith knew what she said, and it had exact effect she had hoped for. B’s eyes were back on her own… and the blond looked like she was about to say… something, anything. Her eyes were so intense Faith could feel them reaching into her…pulling, as if they were attempting to speak what her voice was so afraid to. B opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was the last thing Faith was expecting.
“Look, there’s Will and Oz!” B pointed and quickly scurried past her, that tiny skirt bouncing all over the place.
What the Fuck?!
Faith sighed, quickly pulling herself out of that moment of wishful thinking and followed the other slayer to where her friends stood.
Willow was dressed as a highway patrol cop, Oz in the classic black and white striped prison uniform. He even had a little plastic ball and chain on his foot. It was kinda cute.
“Hey guys great costumes!” B said a bit loudly and Faith had to bite the inside of her cheek to hold back the peals of laughter that were threatening to break through when Red turned to face them. The poor girl’s eyes were about two seconds from rolling around on the concrete.
“Buffy! You…you. I- thought…. That is NOT a classic fairy tale character!!”
“Sure it is Will I’m little red riding hood! See!” B held out her basket, as some kind of defense, but she was doing that naughty, teasing pout thing again too.
Christ she couldn’t take it!
It was at that point Faith thought it best to locate her friend. It didn’t seem like she would be missed anyways. Not like that wasn’t the norm or anything.
She found Presto slumped against the brick wall about 20 feet away… he had a giant meat hook protruding from his chest and a cigarette dangling from his lip.
“You sick fucker!” Faith smiled as she approached the man with dark hair and eyes. The side of his face was bloody as well.
“Ah you know me Spensah! The blood and gore works somethin’ wicked on the honeys!” He grinned, and rose one slightly bushy eye brow, setting his rugged features into what Faith knew was his best ‘seduction pose’.
Faith burst into laughter.
“Bitch! It ain’t workin’ for yah?!” Presto threw his hands up dramatically, and the dark slayer just shook her head. It was so fuckin’ good to see this guy again, it had been way too long since she had a good memory of Boston. James ‘Presto’ Gallavani was one of her best. She knew him when things were good, when they were bad, and when they got even worse. Every Halloween since she was eight they would stir things up around the block. Even after she was called they still found ways to get into trouble together… it only ending when Faith had to make her first escape to Sunnydale.
Faith grabbed him by the face and kissed him quick and hard on the mouth. They both pulled away with knowing grins.
“You taste like cherries” she grinned as she licked the sticky ‘blood’ from her lips.
“Funny, Spensah! I remembah saying the same thing to you once!” The boy laughed and Faith found herself fighting off a blush. That had been a long assed time ago! No fair bringing those little incidents up!
“Shut ya face ass wipe!” She gave him a punch to the shoulder, loving the way he played it up, staggering back against the brick wall again.
“You still got those supah powers girl, better be gentle with me!” He made his eyebrows dance a little… she’d taught him that. Faith rolled her eyes and turned to look for the rest of her…or well, B’s gang.
Presto threw his arm across her shoulders, and it felt so familiar that Faith let him get away with it. She knew he was grinning like an idiot.
“So we goin in or what?” Faith had turned just in time to see Xander and Anya walk up to join the rest of the group. Xander had on fucking green tights and his girl was wearing some princess get up, but that wasn’t what had her attention.
Buffy’s eyes were on her again and this time they were boring in deep. Even from more than twenty feet away she could feel the tension, the absolute heat that was pouring off the other woman. But there was anger there too. That cold callous expression from minutes ago had not gone away.
“That her?” She felt her friend whisper in her ear and all she could do was nod.
Faith still didn’t have any answers.
What she did have, was a painful lump in her throat as she waved them over. Buffy was the last to move down the sidewalk. Their eyes never losing the contact, B followed the 2 couples until they all stood together at the entry to the wherehouse-turned club.
“So!” Presto spoke up and Faith felt him give her a little hug. He must have sensed her mood shifting. “You guys ready for this?!”
Faith heard the gang give a chorus of “yeahs” but she was more focused on the fact that B didn’t even nod.
‘Presto!’ what the hell kind of name is that anyways!? Buffy was seething as she nursed yet another drink from the insanely plush lounge of the VIP section. She glanced blurrily at her small collection of empty glasses on the table.
Was it some kind of magic reference? Like Presto change-o?! Was that the reason Faith was hanging all over him like some slayer shaped jacket?! A very sexy slayer shaped jacket?
God, Buffy couldn’t get over how absolutely stunning the dark slayer looked tonight. Buffy thought she’d been mostly successful in hiding just how much she’d noticed, but she had a feeling she may have slipped up a few hundred times.
Not that it mattered all that much now. No, Faith had this Presto guy, and he had definitely put a spell on her. Fuck, she had let him put his arm around her… she had KISSED him!
Buffy threw back the rest of her drink. It wasn’t anything too strong… she didn’t want to push it after that tequila.
Damn it, the night had started out so wonderfully. The joking the flirting all the way over here. Everything had finally fell into place, it had felt so completely right that she had actually worked up the courage to make a step forward.
The second their fingers had wrapped around each others Buffy got a major case of the butterflies. It was a feeling that didn’t fade until they had approached the wherehouse.
Then, she had started to think about why they were here, about the little smirk Faith had given when she’d said this ‘Presto’ guy was getting them in.
The fun little butterflies had been stomped by a big green monster.
She hated it. She hated that she was up on this balcony alone instead of tearing it up on the dance floor. She hated that she KNEW Faith had been checking her out, had ALWAYS checked her out, but never really did anything about it. She hated that she was doubting that now.
She needed another drink.
Buffy had just made the decision to try those blue sparkly ones she’d seen when an out of breath redhead dropped herself down on the sofa next to her.
“Whew! Buffy it’s hot down here!” Willow grinned and tossed her police cap onto the table in front of them. “I can’t believe we got in here!”
“Yeah it's awesome.” Buffy had tried for excitement, it came out more like sarcasm.
“Hey why so blue Buffster?” The voice came from Xander as the rest of the group joined them, all taking seats in ‘their’ lounge area. It was almost like a little bubble, high above the dance floor, there was a perfect view of all the action, but nicely hidden from the rest of the balcony level by thick draping curtains.
There were several of these little private bubbles making up the VIP section. ‘Presto’ had led them to their reserved spot with a flourish and a cocky grin before Faith had dragged him off to the dance floor.
Buffy hadn’t seen her since.
“I’m not blue Xander.” She lied. “I’m just enjoying the VIP goodness… I feel special all the way up here!”
“It is a pretty sweet set up.” Oz spoke between gulps of his drink.
“Yeah but you should really make with the dance moves...” The elf-looking Xander said as he too attempted to hydrate himself on alcohol. They were gonna have some major hangovers Buffy thought.
“Nah.” She couldn’t meet any of their gazes. “I’m just gonna chill. It was so nice of Faith’s…date… to get us our own little private spot!”
At that Xander chuckled around the icecubes in his mouth. “I wouldn’t call Pres her ‘date’ Buff.” He said with a crunch.
Oh ‘Pres’ was it now? Like they were all so damn close?! Fucking Presto.
“It’s kind of strange.” His girlfriend piped in “I think there may have been cloning involved.”
Ok, not that Buffy was thrilled about the topic of conversation, but what the hell were her friends talking about?!
“Huh?” Was her eloquent response.
“Well it's like he’s a male version of Faith! The guy is all about the getting and the going.” Buffy was sure everyone else heard that chime of envy in her Xander’s voice, but it wasn’t something she could dwell on. This little bit of information had made her brain call up all sorts of possibilities. Would Faith be the one doing the giving?!
Damn it! She wanted another drink. Or at least some chocolate! What kind of Halloween party doesn’t have candy anyways… yeah Presto didn’t think of THAT did he… the fucker.
“Oh, I love this song!” Anya’s excited shriek saved Buffy from traveling down a very dangerous path… a path that led to naked Faith and fucking Presto… well, fucking.
“Well, ma’lady.” Xander did his duty and helped his girl stand. “You joining us this time Buffy? I am man enough to handle the both of you... despite what the green tights may imply!”
Buffy got the feeling her friend was only half joking. How many drinks had he had? Did he even notice the rabid snarl forming on his girl’s face?!
“Umm I’m gonna hold down the fort.” She said, only hoping that Anya wouldn’t go directly for the jugular.
“Ok, suit yourself, but again, I say dancing, ‘cause you know in that skirt—OW!” The rest of what Xander would have said was cut off by a solid backhand from the princess standing next to him. Buffy was thankful Anya had saved her the trouble.
“We’re gonna go dance now.” The chiffon draped ex-demon practically growled. A slow song had started up, and Xander allowed himself to be dragged.
Buffy turned her attention to the other couple in time to see Oz standing up as well.
“Officer?” He questioned the redhead with an upturned hand… his customary word quota for the night being met. Buffy ignored the stab of jealousy as she watched her best friend smile.
“I’ll meet you down there, sweetie.” Oz just smiled in answer, and the redhead turned to her friend once her boyfriend had moved through the curtains.
“Ok, now tell me what’s going on with you?” Willow had her ‘expectant’ look going… one step below the resolve-face.
“Nothing!” Buffy quickly began pulling out the skills honed during half a semester of drama “I’m having a blast!” Willow gave her a look that reminded her exactly why she dropped that class.
Buffy finally sighed, giving up the act.
“It’s just… it's hard being the third wheel… well seventh wheel actually.”
“Seventh? Buff what are you talking about, there is no seventh?!” Willow sounded emphatic. “We’re doing the group thing remember!”
“Yeah, but you have Oz, there’s Xan and Anya and Faith has… ya know, ‘Presto’” she tried really, REALLY hard to not sound bitter, but judging by the little grin her best friend was giving her, she had failed miserably.
“You know Buff, it's not like Faith and Presto are actually here ‘together’.” Oh god the grin was getting bigger. “I mean it’s true what Xander said, Presto’s great and all but he’s kinda all over the place.”
What was that wink about!? Willow never winked!! Buffy could feel the blood draining from her face with each word officer Rosenburg spoke. “Ya know, maybe FAITH, could tell you more about him… ya know, if you and Faith, I don’t know, got TOGETHER and talked… or whatever…”
The smirking witch trailed off as she repositioned her hat and stood. Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but her brain had for some reason ceased to function. Willow was implying that… that she and Faith…
But that wasn’t even something SHE was ready to imply herself!! Let alone actually do!
She tried frantically to come up with some sort of denial. Why? Who the fuck cares why! She can’t have people walking around thinking she was crushing over Faith!
But she WAS crushing. Big time.
Buffy’s moment of realization felt much like relief. And with a sigh she met her friend’s eyes at last, her pale complexion turning more into a blushing one.
“Wh-what am I supposed to do now Wills?” She finally asked. As an answer the other girl pulled Buffy to her feet and they headed down to the floor.
When they reached the bottom tread, they were almost immediately swallowed by the crowd. Buffy hadn’t realized how many people were actually in here! Room to maneuver was at a minimum and she couldn’t go three feet without having to brush up against someone in a near-pornographic manner. Wills had found her boyfriend right away and they both soon disappeared in to the crowd… not before the other girl had flashed her an over-exuberant ‘thumbs up’ of course.
That left Buffy on her own. Luckily the crowd began to thin out a little as she made her way towards the edge of the dance floor… she could totally sense the other Slayer now, that unmistakable energy, that thrill was practically wrapping around her like a silken embrace.
She felt her pulse quicken, her heart speed its pace.
The lights of the club were flashing in slow-time to music. Flickerings of reds and blue. It was another slow song, the melody that was undeniably sensual, but Buffy wondered if she should be looking for the other girl at the bar. Faith was more about the driving fast tempos after all. But then, like something out of a dream, the crowd parted a bit, and there she was. She had lost the leather jacket that topped off her costume and now that shredded little tank was leaving so much skin exposed… Hips swaying, bathed in a circle of amber light… she looked absolutely stunning.
She wasn’t alone.
Faith had her arms around fucking Presto’s neck, her face was so close to his. Buffy could feel something tighten in her chest it was heavy and burned all the way up to her throat.
How could they be dancing so close when he had a meat hook sticking out of his chest!? Buffy watched as they tuned a little, moving to the slow rhythm until Faith’s back was to her. She couldn’t stand to see this anymore.
It shouldn’t even hurt this much right?! She and Faith, they weren’t together… they weren’t ANYTHING. Buffy swallowed hard as she watched fucking Presto’s hands move over Faith’s back.
Yeah, she’d had more than enough.
And Buffy was just about to turn away, to head back up to the balcony so she wouldn’t have to watch this anymore, wouldn’t have to feel like her heart was imploding in her chest. But she brought her eyes to rest on them once more, as if she couldn’t look away…
And fucking Presto was looking right at her.
At first she thought she was mistaken, that it was a trick of the flashing lights and too much alcohol. But then he winked.
The fucking bastard, WINKED at her. The absolute rage that hit Buffy was so intense and had sprung up on her so suddenly she almost didn’t catch the small gesture he was making with his hand… the one that wasn’t stroking Faith’s back.
He was motioning for her to come closer.
Buffy felt her brow knit together a bit, as her feet began to move on their own, taking her out onto the crowded dance floor, closer to the swaying couple. The edge of suspicion caused her Slayer senses to instinctually sharpen.
She could suddenly see fucking Presto nodding ever so slightly, could smell the captivating scent of Faith’s perfume, and even over the music she could hear her voice!
Quiet and breaking slightly over the words… did he want her to hear what Faith was saying?! Was that it?!
Of course that was it, god she could be slow sometimes.
Buffy took another step closer…
“…and I just don’t know what the hell is going on anymore ya know?” Faith sounded so dejected “I just wanna know where I stand with her. One minute she’s holdin’ my hand the next she’s freezing me out and I can’t fuckin’ keep up!”
Buffy felt her heart stop. Seriously, it was more like everything else in the world just froze and it was only the three of them.
“Why do you stay? Ya didn’t have to come back here ya know.” Presto spoke to Faith, but his eyes were locked on Buffy, they looked both sad and expectant.
“I-I can’t leave her… I got so much to fix. I fucked it all up so bad.”
Buffy could feel her eyes burning, she wanted to rush over there, knock Presto out the way… gently… and take the younger girl into her arms.
“You can’t fix it someplace else? Do all your good deeds someplace where you won't take so much shit?” And at that Buffy got a raised eyebrow from the man she barely knew, but who was giving her so much.
“I can’t quit her Pres… I try. God I try so fuckin ha-hard.” The dark slayer’s voice actually broke at that “But I need her. I want her ya know, I need her to want me!”
Buffy couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d heard way more than enough, and Presto was giving her a look that clearly said ‘Fix this. Now.’
Her feet were moving again, taking her further onto the dance floor until she was standing right next to them. Faith still seemed oblivious. So Buffy smiled at Presto as she spoke.
“Mind if I cut in here?”
Faith held herself perfectly still. She thought; she hoped that maybe if she didn’t move then the world would stop ending as well.
No such luck.
Presto was stepping aside, backing away into the crowd. He had that oh so fuckin’ pleased with himself grin on his face and Faith seriously considered throttling him. Redemption be damned! The son of a bitch had fuckin’ set her up!
She wasn’t even gonna try and pretend that B hadn’t heard every damn thing she had just said. She wasn’t gonna pretend that her heart wasn’t just put out there, waiting to be smashed.
She wasn’t gonna pretend, but she wasn’t about to let it happen either.
“You getting pretty damn good at sneaking around, B.” It was all Faith could do to keep her expression devoid of emotion. She had already shown way too much. Damn it why did she have to open up? Why didn’t she just brush off all of Presto’s questions?!
Because it had felt damn good to finally say it. But Faith should have known better. After all these years she still couldn’t get the concept through her head. NEVER let your guard down. Ever.
“Yeah I’m extra stealth-y” B had this little knowing grin on her face and was looking right into Faith’s eyes. It felt like those shimmering green pools were burrowing into her, breaking fast past all those defenses she had spent so long building up.
They were useless now, Faith knew. But she still didn’t let it show instead she let her eyes narrow just a bit, pulled her mouth into a well-practiced sneer.
“So you’re the spy now? Get your jollies listenin’ in on people’s fuckin’ PRIVATE conversations!” Faith could feel her armor shattering, the embarrassment of being caught out like this manifesting itself as anger.
But she had to make it work. Had to take the focus off her and what she said, gotta make it about B. Faith needed more time to put the walls back up.
“No, Faith I…” B took a step forward that smile falling instantly from her face. Her eyes going all worried “I didn’t mean to—”
“You didn’t mean to WHAT B?!” Faith made herself ignore that concerned frown, those imploring eyes…She found it really hard to believe that all this was happening in the middle of a crowded dance floor. The beat had started up again to a near frantic pounding of techno. But the chaos around them was just a blur to her. A ceaseless mass of whirling bodies in motion… all Faith could see clearly was Buffy’s face.
And she watched as the older slayer just shook her head, at a loss of what to say or do. Faith loved the way those blond curls danced around her face. So fuckin’ pretty.
“Faith, I… I think we need to talk.” She said at last and Faith couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her mouth. What could they POSSIBLY have to talk about? Faith wasn’t interested in hearing about how wrong it was to feel this way for the other girl, she sure as fuck didn’t need to be told that B couldn’t feel the same way about her.
Innocent glances and holding hands didn’t really mean shit after all. Those were things you could deny; easily explain away. What Faith felt, what B now KNEW she felt, that was something that couldn’t ever be taken back.
“You wanna talk?!” Faith let out a huff of disbelief as the other girl nodded “Ya know, fuck you B. I’m outta here.”
The little shocked expression on the blond's face had been priceless, but Faith wasn’t about to stick around for the easy let down. She turned quickly and immediately began shoving her way though the frenzied mass. Hearing B actually SAY that she didn’t want her, Faith was sure it would break her completely.
Fucking Presto! Fucking party, fucking worst Halloween ever!
“Faith! Wait!” Yeah she heard the other girl hollerin’ somewhere behind her. But she didn’t stop, didn’t want to look at her again…she knew if she did the very last of her restraint would vanish.
Fuckin’ mind you own business for just once B! Faith thought as she got off the dance floor at last, no doubt leaving a few bruised partiers in her wake.
Now, to find the nearest exit and hide out in her apartment for the next month or so… in a highly intoxicated stupor if possible. Lucky for the dark slayer, the door was only a few feet away.
She had just gripped the solid iron handle, prepared to tug the thing off the wall if need be, when she felt an equally strong grip on her shoulder. And Jesus fuck those tingles, shivering across her skin. Faith both loved and hated it in that moment.
She spun around, with a violent shrug, knocking B’s hand off her.
“God damn it Faith don’t do this!” Buffy shouted over the music. They were closer to some of the speakers now and Faith could feel the vibrations in her chest. “Just talk to me please!”
“There’s nothin’ to fuckin’ say B!” Faith threw her arms up in frustration, she felt so defeated. “You know now! Ok!? Faith’s big secret is out! Now will you please just fuck off!”
“NO! There is plenty more to say!” B grabbed her arm as she attempted to open the door again. “I have things to say Faith!! Things I need you to hear!” volume of the music was going up and with it Buffy’s voice.
“What?! What did you hear?!” Faith yelled back.
“No, I need YOU to hear, Faith!!” Buffy was tugging her arm now, and Faith couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
“Huh? Where?!” Ok the conversation was no longer making sense to either of them and Faith could see how frustrated B was getting, she was pulling her away from the exit now. Away from her escape! They were heading right for the stairs, but B stopped them at the bottom.
“Faith, we need to talk about this. So I’m asking, please come up to the balcony. I’m not gonna try and force you, cause god knows THAT would be a disaster… but there are things I need you to hear. And I don’t want to have to yell.”
Buffy was holding Faith’s hand in both of hers own now, and the dark slayer could feel the sincerity, the near desperation coming from the older girl. She watched those glossy, pouty lips move and she mouthed a silent ‘Please’.
All Faith could do was nod in answer. The next thing she knew they had moved up the stairs; pushed through the layers of curtains and were sitting on the sofa of their little lounge pod.
B was still holding her hand.
“You wanted to talk? So talk.” She had to force the steel into her voice, because she couldn’t force her eyes to stay on the other girl, couldn’t force her self to pull her hand away.
“Yeah…” Buffy inched closer as she spoke until there was hardly any room between them. “I need to say I’m sorry for out there, on the dance floor. I totally shouldn’t have listened in like that.”
“Don’t sweat it B, it's not that big a deal.” Faith said to their joined hands she could feel that heavy lump rising in her chest. She knew what was coming.
“Yes it is! Faith, the deal is beyond huge!” But at that she had to look at the blond slayer. There was none of the condemning, patronizing tone she had expected. B actually looked nervous… but happy too.
“Shit, B you weren’t supposed to hear any of that.” Faith sighed at last, she leaned back, rested against the soft cushions and closed her eyes. The whole situation had her head spinning. Shouldn’t Buffy be screamin’ at her right about now?
“Yeah I get that…but still, I’m really glad that I did.”
“What?!” Faith’s eyes popped opened and she turned to face the other girl again. “Listen B, I—” Faith forgot whatever it was she was gonna say, fuck she might have even forgot her own name, because before she could utter another word Buffy’s fingers were on her lips.
Faith couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, as she watched B’s eyes flick down to where her finger tips rested… she couldn’t hold back a gasp as the other girl’s tongue came out to wet her own lips.
What the hell was happening here!?
“No Faith, it's your turn to listen, ok?” B said once she’d finally pulled her attention away from the dark girl's mouth. All Faith could do was nod. “I’m just gonna make this simple ok…” Her voice was kinda shaky, her hand had moved away from Faith’s lips now, had slid around to gently cup the side of her face. It was so warm… “Ya know, get straight to the point, no dodging the issue or beating around the bush or anything. Avoid the avoidance right? Cause we’ve been doing too much avoiding and—”
“Umm B, breathe much?” Faith had to cut her off. Not only because the suspense was going to give her a heart attack, but B might have actually never stopped.
“Oh. Right, sorry.” But she looked so damn good when she blushed like that. Faith could feel herself flush a bit as the blond girl's thumb brushed gently across her cheek. “So the point right?”
“Yeah B, the point.” Faith swallowed. Suddenly, she was extremely anxious as she watched Buffy take a deep breath.
“I want you too.”
And there was just the slightly muffled thumping of the music as the two girls stared at each other. Buffy looking particularly nervous now, and Faith still looking expectant. The dark girl didn’t understand.
“You want me to what B?” Her question made the older girl giggle just a bit. A small release of the obvious tension that was consuming her.
“No, Fai I WANT you… a-and, and that’s it.” She whispered the last part; it almost sounded like a wish.
The words were sinking in slowly for Faith, but they were finally getting through. It was just so beyond anything she’d expected. B wanting her? It was something out of a dream.
“That’s it?” Faith could barely hear her own whisper, but she knew B had because the other girl was nodding her head.
“Is umm… is that alright?” Buffy’s eyes were asking so much more than that; Faith leaned in, closing the inches between them as her answer.
It was so much more than ‘alright!’
Faith kissed Buffy gently, almost tentatively. She had never kissed anyone like this before… but she had been so unprepared for the sensation, the absolute joy and heat and WANT that had consumed her the moment their lips met. B’s mouth was just so fuckin’ soft.
She felt the older girl’s other hand come up, slide behind her head as she pulled her closer. Faith felt more than heard the little whimper she made and the younger slayer took that as a sign… She tilted her head even more, brought her hands up to cradle the other girl's face, and let her tongue slip briefly over Buffy’s top lip.
And that got her a definite moan.
Slipping into Buffy’s mouth felt like falling off a fucking cliff, all the breathless rush, the endless anticipation… it left Faith shaking as she pulled away, ending the kiss after just a few heated seconds.
“You want me like this B?” She had to ask again, even though the answer was so evident in the blond girl's face… in the short little gasps that were escaping her lips; the flush that was spreading across her face...over all that exposed flesh.
But Faith had to hear it again.
“God… Fai yes, I need you.” And this time B was the one to move first, to lunge at the dark girl with such force that it knocked Faith back on the sofa. Buffy followed her down, lips searching; immediately finding the younger girl's, and Faith couldn’t help but groan as she felt B’s weight settle onto her.
Buffy’s mouth was frantic, the deep and desperate kisses were making Faith dizzy with lust. She’d never wanted anyone this much, never felt this kind of need. So deep she could feel it pulsing in her veins, burning in her lungs. Faith sank her hands into the multitude of blond ringlet curls and pressed her mouth up harder, arching her body up… needing the contact; loving the feel of how their breasts pushed together. She needed Buffy to know everything she was feeling in this kiss.
She felt more than heard the low groan B sighed into her mouth, before she pulled away gasping. The older slayer shifted her body, unknowingly causing their legs to tangle, a thin but solid thigh pressed between her own and Faith was suddenly breathing a whole lot faster too.
“Oh my god… Faith” Buffy was staring down at her with glazed eyes, and in the dreamy hazy light, they looked nearly black with desire. Her hips were rocking gently, unaware of the affect she was having, how close to the edge of madness she was driving the younger girl. B leaned down, began running her lips all over Faith’s neck… wet searing kisses that had her shaking as much as Buffy’s words “You feel so good…oh god…baby.”
And that did it, that fine thread of self-control Faith had been clinging to, snapped. The world was spinning before Faith even realized she had moved, and suddenly she was on top.
It was a position Faith loved to be in… especially when the view was so damn good.
Buffy was spread out for her like a fuckin gift from the gods, and Faith rested between her open thighs, arms trembling slightly, more from the excitement that was coursing through her than the strain of supporting herself. She rocked her hips down… a slow firm grind that caused them both to groan. Faith had been wet from the second their mouth’s collided… she was past the point of aching now.
And judging from the way the other girl's hips were moving… thrusting up into those slow hard circles, she was feeling the same way.
“Faith…mmm c’mere baby” Faith had never heard B sound this way, so wild and unrestrained. She felt the other girl's legs wrap around her hips as she spread her self more, and Faith was sure she was gonna die. The slide of her bare thighs across her sides, the way B’s hands were tugging, clawing gently at her back… it was making Faith so hot. She let her hips fall again, pressing in hard.
“Oh fuck B…” She couldn’t hold back the groan as she felt the heat against the skin of her stomach… She pulled back a bit and pushed Buffy’s tiny little skirt up those few inches, leaving her crotch fully exposed. Faith couldn’t tore her eyes away… couldn’t believe that the only thing separating them now were the tiny scrap of red lace Buffy wore.
Faith ran her hands over the perfectly tanned, spread thighs before her, watching in awe as the other girl's back began to arch…as her skin prickled; as her need became so fucking evident. Faith could smell it… could feel the heat the further up her fingers crept... She’d never seen anything so beautiful. She couldn’t believe it was hers for the taking.
But was it hers?
“Buffy…” The ragged timbre of her own voice surprised her and the other girl's eyes fluttered opened. “I need to know you mean this…”
Faith’s hands moved higher and her breath hitched as her fingertips met the wetness that was spilling over the older slayer's thighs. It was suddenly so much harder to speak.
“I-I mean… if we do this, there’s no going back. You know that yeah?” Faith was really trying to look into the other girl’s eyes… Buffy was staring at her so intently, clearly trying to listen to the dark slayer through the lust that was clouding her mind.
“I know ba-by” Faith watched B try to speak as her hand drifted higher, her fingertips finally brushing across the thin, soaking wet lace. Faith couldn’t help but let her eyes drop again, needing the visual confirmation that she was actually stroking the other girl's barely covered pussy. “Faith I don’t want to go back… I don’t ever want—oh god!!” Faith didn’t need to hear anymore, all she needed to know was in the desperation in the other girl's voice, in the heat that was spilling across her fingers. Buffy’s voice broke off into a breathy moan as Faith slid her finger over the hard little nub of her clit. She leaned down again, letting her lips brush and hover teasingly over B’s.
“Fuck B, you’re so ready…” She was beyond the point of believing this was happening, that she was about to fuck Buffy Summers, in the balcony of a club, while she was dressed in the most sexiest get up she could imagine. “Never goin’ back right?” She let her finger slip past the final barrier, pushing the scrap of material to the side and parting the other girl's slit… letting her fingers play through all the slippery heat and finally sliding two fingers deep inside her.
“Never…oh fuck! Faith, yes!” Buffy grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her hard. Faith had wanted to take this slow, wanted tease Buffy until she was begging… but B wasn’t begging. She was demanding.
Her hips already starting up a rhythm that had nothing to do with slow, her pussy already starting to make those tight clenches around her fingers… pulling her in deeper.
“Fai…so good, baby…feels so good” Buffy was panting so hard, her warm breath tickled Faith's ear and she pressed a third finger in…stretching the other girl, fucking her deep, loving the groans that poured from her lips.
“You feel that B?” Faith gasped and curled her fingers pressing hard, searching for that spot she knew would drive the blond girl wild. Buffy tightened around her like a fuckin’ vice when she found it.
“Aahh god! Don’t stop Faith don’t stop” Faith could feel the other girl's body coiling, shaking with need. Faith wanted to give B everything she would ever need wanted to erase the thought of any other lover. She wanted to be the ONLY one Buffy needed.
“Yeah you like this… like how deep I am inside you? Damn you’re so tight baby.” She fucked her harder causing little cries of pleasure to burst from the older girl's lips with each thrust, loving those nasty wet sounds that filled her ears. “Wanna make you come B…are you gonna? You’re so close I can feel it.”
“Fuck… yeah, mmm so close…please” Buffy could hardly speak, she was getting wetter, the lust spilling over Faith’s hand onto the sofa beneath them. And B looked so incredible… teetering on the verge, her eyes kept fluttering closed and her skin was flushed with a fine sheen of sweat, she looked like she was glowing in the flashing lights. She kept biting her lips, trying to restrain those sexy moans and whines.
Faith kissed those lips; she kissed every inch of skin that was exposed.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Faith pulled back a little, grinning at the whimpered ‘No!’ that came from Buffy as she slowed her thrusts.
“Hold up a sec B” she mumbled, breathless, reluctantly pulling her fingers out. She stared at them for a moment, they glistened in the light…then she brought one up to her lips, licking the salty sweet essence from her finger. “Fuck you taste so good…” Faith could hardly breathe. “I want more… I wanna taste you B.” She slid off the couch, moving and turning the other girl at the same time, so that Buffy was now sitting upright with Faith kneeling between her spread legs. Her hands ran up, caressing the other girl's warm skin, feeling those strong muscles twitch and jump just below the surface. Faith reached up, taking B’s panties between her fingers and began pulling them down. “Can I do that B?” She pulled the tinny little thong completely off. Faith gazed into the older slayer's hazy eyes, it was the first time she’d seen any apprehension since they’d kissed and started this whole thing. “Buffy?” Faith asked again, and there was so much need in that one little word all B could do was nod her consent. Faith grinned as she lifted her right leg, placing a wet kiss on the inside of Buffy’s knee, before draping it over her shoulder. She did the same with left. “Oh my god…” It was all Faith could breathe as she gazed at the sight before her. Buffy’s pussy was spread open for her like a gift, wet and swollen… her hole was still clenching, needing something to fill it.
Even though it was Halloween it felt like fuckin’ Christmas to the dark slayer.
“Faith please…” Buffy’s body was writhing, arching again, as if just being looked at this way was turning her on even more. Faith couldn’t resist such a heated plea. She leaned in and ran her tongue the length of the other girl's cunt, parting her pink swollen lips and flicking her clit gently.
“Fuck! Ohfuck Faith shit!!” The dark slayer had to chuckle a little as she felt the other girl’s hands grip her head hard. If she hadn’t been wearing the wig, Faith was sure she’d have lost some hair. She grew bolder all the same, as she began to lick Buffy harder, attention focused on the hard little clit she could feel pulsing under her tongue.
She circled it, flicked it, sucked it into hard her mouth and felt it twitch between her lips.
“Aaahhgod oohhfu-ck!!” The blond girl was past the point of words now… She was on the verge again and this time Faith wouldn’t deny her. The dark girl brought her hand up, sliding three fingers in fast and to the hilt, and Buffy’s hips started up a rhythm immediately. Frantic and hard, grinding into her face and hand as she fast approached that brilliant point of rapture.
Faith could hardly keep up. B’s thighs were tightening around her, she was gripping her head so hard her pussy overflowing as her taste became something thicker, richer. It was coming… B was coming!
“Fai mmgonna ohfuck…ohFUCK! please!! FAITH!!” The dark girl pulled away. She had to see this. And for and instant everything stopped. The chaos of the club around them, the thumping of the music all faded away as B’s form arched and froze in a flawless pose of ecstasy.
There was just the sounds of Buffy’s labored breaths, the wet smacking as Faith continued fucking her hard…the feel of her pussy’s frantic clenches, and the unbelievable taste on her lips.
And then it all started up again. Buffy’s body shuddered to a stop as Faith slowed her thrusting fingers to a gentle caress.
“Oh shit… Faith… get up here baby” Buffy panted each word as she held her arms out to Faith, eyes closed, completely open. Faith grinned and she fell into the other girl's arms, her heart was thundering in her chest when those green shimmering pools finally opened again.
Buffy leaned in and kissed her with her eyes open and pulled back still looking amazed. Faith felt her entire world narrow to this single moment. It was thrilling it was terrifying and so beautiful.
“B…” she whispered afraid she would shatter this moment with anything more.
But it wasn’t Faith who broke it.
Both slayers heard them a second before they were there. The gang plus Presto making their drunken rowdy way over to their lounge. Fuckin’ hell!
“They gotta be in here!” Faith heard Xander slur loudly “Buffster wouldn’t leave nn’less she told us first!”
“Xander wait a sec-nd.” And that little hiccup came from Red. “Is this our section?” Shit! They were right outside and Buffy’s eyes had gone big as dinner plates. Both the slayers began frantically attempting to reorder themselves. Buffy trying to smooth her hair and straighten her costume, Faith wiping the back of her hand quickly over her mouth and trying to straighten her wig, she cut a nervous glance at the blond slayer.
B was now staring in panic at her underwear that was dangling over the balcony railing.
“Nah Wills this is tha one!” Faith heard her friend slur. And she knew she had to act, now.
She vaulted the small coffee table, grabbed the little red thong and shoved them in her pocket just was the curtains opened with a flourish.
“See! I knew they were in here!” Xander grinned and so did Faith, because this was without a doubt the best Halloween she’d ever had.
“So what’ve youse guys been up to?!” Presto grinned with a knowing leer. And Faith looked over to B, worried for just a moment. But Buffy was leering right back! A happy sated smile on her face.
Yeah this was the best fuckin’ Halloween ever. And judging by the wink the blond slayer just gave her. It wasn’t over yet!
Buffy was finding this entire situation way too amusing. She was well aware that she had the shit-eating grin of all time spread across her face, all too sure that she was looking like someone who had just had the ride of their life.
That was because she just had! And she wasn’t even about to hide it.
Of course she didn’t want the gang to figure it all out yet. She knew they might have a hard time accepting it. She didn’t even want to think about her mom’s reaction… Not that she would care all that much. But it was all so new! New and different and… Christ it was FAITH! Buffy just wanted to keep it all to herself for a while.
She wasn’t too worried though, everyone seemed entirely too inebriated to notice anything other than the drink in their hand or what they were currently laughing at.
They were all sitting around their private lounge still. Enjoying the music and the drinks and each other. Well mostly Presto. That boy sure knew how to grab some attention. Buffy wondered if he picked up that talent from Faith.
It seemed the new guy was the only one who had figured out exactly what the gang had interrupted. He kept shooting them knowing glances… which would in turn make Faith tense up in panic, which would only give Buffy another reason to touch the dark girl. Comforting and reassuring caresses.
Buffy was liking Presto more and more.
He was in the middle of some elaborate tale that involved making fine beauty soap out of the bags of fat he stole from liposuction clinics. Then selling it back to the same old ladies who had originally had said fat removed. So the women ended up washing their faces with their own asses.
For some reason that sounded vaguely familiar to Buffy, but she couldn’t be concerned with the conversation too much. No, all her attention was focused on the girl sitting next to her.
Sitting extremely close to her.
Faith had not stopped fidgeting since the second she sat down. Her left knee was bouncing; she kept clenching and unclenching her hands. The dark girl’s entire body was tense as a spring.
Buffy knew she couldn’t be helping the situation. But she couldn’t help it! It all just felt so good to be this close to the other girl, to touch her freely, knowing that she was wanted. And the older girl was taking full advantage of the opportunity.
Discreetly she, she feigned a stretch, extending her arm so it draped casually across the other girl's shoulders. Cheesy? Yes. But it had the desired effect. Buffy let her hand caress the back of Faith’s neck gently, fingertips circling briefly.
She felt the other girl shiver, heard the muffled whimper.
“You doing alright baby?” Buffy leaned in, whispered the words in the other girl’s ear. She got a tiny little groan that time.
“Five by five” Faith answered, a bit quickly and reached for one of the many drinks that were on the table in front of them. She downed the whole thing in one shot.
“You sure? You seem all tense.” She breathed the words against the younger girl's skin, at the same time checking to make sure none of her friends were paying any attention.
They were still wrapped up in the wondrous distraction that was Presto.
“Yeah B, I’m good.” Faith drank down another drink; apparently not even minding it was some fruity concoction. Buffy grinned and let her lips brush the other girl's ear for a moment.
“Fai, you’re WAY better than just good.” She whispered, fingertips playing again at the back of the other girl’s neck. “I’d say you were pretty damn amazing…” She brought her lips in, kissing the younger girl’s neck, just below her ear. A fleeting kiss… hot and wet. “I want you so much right now… you know that?” Buffy moved closer as she spoke, keeping one eye on her distracted friends while pressing her body against the overwhelming heat that was pouring off of the younger girl. She wanted to be burned by it, consumed. “I’m still so wet for you baby, I wanna touch you everywhere, be in you… fuck you the way you fucked me…”
“Fuck B, please…” Faith said it softly, between clenched teeth, and Buffy pulled away, she could tell the dark girl's restraint was dwindling. Fast. She pulled back, and nearly groaned aloud at the pure want and lust that was shining in Faith’s eyes, the heated blush that was making her skin glow. She followed it down her slender neck and across her chest as it disappeared in that insanely low cut tank.
God Faith had such nice breasts… Buffy ran her tongue across her bottom lip unknowingly and Faith started to pant.
Ok this was going way too far. Buffy hadn’t realized that by teasing the other slayer she had inevitably ending up teasing herself as well. She needed to get them out of here. Had to get them back to either the privacy of her dorm or Faith’s apartment. Buffy needed a way out. And she needed it now.
“That’s uuuuunbelievable!” Xander was staring wide eyes as Presto carried on with some tale.
“Yeah right!? So I’m staring him in the face right. All the while tha chemicals and shit are burnin’ the back of his hand somethin’ wicked. And I says to him… ‘Just give into it. Accept that you aint got tha contol.’ It was totally deep, man.”
Buffy had no clue what they were talking about.
“I sooo get that!” The man in the tights slurs and all of her friends were nodding.
“So it’s all in your head.” Oz nodded a bit wobbly “The pain, the fear all the monsters it's not real unless your subconscious allows it to be so.”
“Oh my gawd! Isn’t he smart! You’re so smart sweetie!” Willow was gushing over her boyfriend in a way that would make the drunkest of sorority girls proud.
But Buffy had to consider the boy a certified genius… he had just given she and Faith their best way out. She gave the dark slayer's hand a quick squeeze, hoping that she’d catch on and play along.
“But Presto,” she began cutting her eyes at Faith, making sure she’d get the point. “We all know that monsters, demons and all that other stuff is real. Which reminds me, I think Faith and I need to do a quick patr—”
“B, I think Pres is talkin’ bout the psychological kida stuff.” Faith cut her off, left leg still bouncing and eyes darting all over the place. She was looking at every thing BUT the older slayer damn it! Was Faith so wound up and distracted that she couldn’t see a clear escape plan right in front of her?!
She watched in shock as the dark slayer tossed back another drink. Clearly Faith WAS that distracted. Ok time for a more direct approach.
“SO!” Buffy stood up, loving the way Faith’s eyes were clinging to her form. She looked directly at the younger girl as she spoke. “Who wants to dance?”
It was lucky that a very popular song, by none other than Oz’s band, started playing at that moment.
Willow let out a shriek that nearly shattered glass as she stood up, yanking Oz with her. “This is our song!” She screeched, as they disappeared through the curtains, not even waiting on the rest of the gang.
“Well FINALLY!” Anya sighed as she stood, also yanking HER boyfriend unsteadily to his feet. “Come on Xander, I wanna see if we can get in one of those monkey cages!”
And whoa… luckily, Buffy’s plan wouldn’t require them having to see THAT.
Faith was standing too, her eyes jumping between Buffy and Presto. Buffy, grabbed her hand and pulled her close for a second. They both gasped as their breasts touched briefly, Buffy couldn’t keep her eyes from skipping down to see how the younger girl's nipples were straining hard against the thin fabric of her tank.
“I’ll meet you down there.” She whispered and all Faith could do was nod. Buffy watch as she disappeared through the curtains before turning to the new guy.
“Ok, don’t kick my ass or nothin’…” He began, the grin spreading across his mouth “But THAT is wicked hot!”
Buffy just rolled her eyes. He really was just like Faith. She briefly considered Anya’s cloning theory.
“I wanted to say thank you… ya know for what you did.”
“Oh it's my pleasure, B!” He grinned at first. But then his expression turned serious. “You guys really belong togetha’… you fit. I just wanna see the two of ya work out all the shit and get tha good stuff… life is too short ya know.”
“Yeah I want that too. And I think now we finally have a chance.”
“Yeah? Well ya not gonna get much accomplished up here now are ya?”
He was right. It didn’t even feel right for Buffy to be this far from the other girl, even for a couple of minutes. So with a final smile and whispered ‘thanks’ the blond girl turned and headed through the curtains in search of her Faith.
Buffy found her at the bottom of the stairs. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, just buzzing with that energy that was so essentially a part of her.
“Hey B.” The dark girl said a bit breathless. “Ready to hit the floor?”
Buffy just smiled, took her hand and began to lead her in the opposite direction.
The second the door to her dorm room closed, Buffy found her back pressed firmly up against it. Pressed against her front, of course was Faith. It was like the moment they had left the club all of that energy had been brought to its limit.
“Oh fuck B… you feel so good.” The younger girl's voice was as dark as Buffy had ever heard it, ragged and all breath. Her hands were trembling, unfocussed touching the older girl everywhere, but not anywhere for long enough. It was driving Buffy insane.
She brought her own hands up, taking hold of Faith’s head and crashing their mouths together. Faith groaned like she was in pain as Buffy slid her tongue over her lip and she felt the younger girl’s body yield against her own as the kiss deepened even more.
Arching back, Buffy pushed herself off the door, walking them quickly back towards her small bed. She kept one hand on the back of Faith's head, ensuring that the younger girl's mouth stayed joined with her own. The other was working its way up under the dark slayer’s shirt.
“Fai help me out here baby” Buffy finally pulled her lips away to focus. She needed more of the other girl’s skin. She needed to feel it against her own. Faith pulled back a step and in one clean motion lifted that skimpy tank top up and off. The motion caused the red spiky wig she was wearing to come off too and the younger slayer was revealed in a surge of flushed skin and brown cascading waves.
The sight took Buffy’s breath away. All she could do was stare at the half naked girl in front of her… eyes jumping from her swollen parted lips, to those onyx black eyes down to round luscious breasts with rose colored nipples straining, begging for her touch.
Buffy felt drawn like a moth to a flame.
“Faith…” She took a step closer, her hand coming up to cup the younger girl's face. She watched those bottomless eyes flutter shut, her breathing increase to shallow pants as she let her hand travel down slow, across her neck… down to her chest.
She gave a little push and Faith grinned a little as she flopped back onto the bed.
Buffy wasted no time in removing her own costume. She slowed down however when all she had left was her skirt. Faith was leaning up on her elbows; her eyes glued to her every movement.
Buffy stepped closer, so she was standing between the other girl's spread legs. She griped the edges of the tiny scrap of material and stated to inch it up… slowly.
“So did you like my costume?” Buffy smiled as the other girl's eyes grew wider. Buffy knew then that she would never tire of teasing Faith. After all the time the other girl spent teasing her, all the sexy flirting that would leave her blushing and hardly able to speak… it was definitely time for some payback.
“Yeah…fuck B.” Faith swallowed hard as Buffy inched the skirt up even further, high enough so that the dark girl could clearly see the moisture slicking over her thighs, so close to her pussy.
“Getting to that, F.” Buffy whispered, undid the small button at the back and let the skirt fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and over to the bed, crawling up until she was straddling the younger girl, their faces inches apart. “Trick or treat baby?”
Buffy gasped at the unbridled fire that flickered in those dark eyes; at the low growl that spilled over those pouty lips.
“I want both…I want it all.” Faith sighed, and yanked her down, their mouths colliding once more. The searing feel of heated skin finally coming together was nearly too much for both of them. The kiss quickly went from deep to out of control…
That was exactly how Buffy felt. With Faith’s tongue sliding, wrapping around her own, their breasts pressing together; those hard nipples like burning points against her skin, Buffy thought she was going to fly apart. It all felt so fucking good.
She couldn’t keep still, her body beginning to rock and grind against the younger girl’s. The feel of her dripping pussy sliding over the dark girl’s skin had them both trembling. They broke apart gasping, and Buffy let her mouth begin a slow torturous path down the other girl's body.
“You smell so good Fai…” She breathed into the dark slayer’s ear and relished the little needy whimper she got. Continuing her slow, wet kisses downward, letting her teeth come out to nip the delicate skin of her neck… leaving tiny marks of possession behind. “Mine…” She whispered, the thought alone making her wetter. “God, baby I wanna kiss you everywhere.”
Buffy could feel Faith’s hands all over her back, sliding down to her ass gripping, pulling her closer, shaky and desperate… her back arching as the older girl’s mouth came to the silky mounds of her breasts. She let her tongue come out and play, teasing around the straining point. There was so much soft warm flesh.
Buffy adored the way Faith’s hands were clinging so tightly to her head… how tense she was getting.
“Buffy…Fuck me…god… fuck I need it.” Faith groaned when Buffy’s lips finally closed around the straining tip. She sucked hard, both unwilling and unable to tease the younger girl anymore. “Yeah…ohh shit baby… that’s so good!”
“You like that baby?” Buffy murmured as she moved to the other straining peak. She needn’t have asked, the younger girl's moans were answer enough. She took the hard little point between her teeth, gently, and flicked it with the tongue.
“Oh fuck…don’t stop B!” Faith’s hips were moving faster now, her need becoming more and more apparent. Buffy sat back panting, Faith’s little thrusts were causing the most incredible pressure on her clit.
And she was tempted to let the dark girl's movements take her to that inevitable end… Buffy wanted that so bad but, she wanted to take Faith with her even more. She forced herself up, quickly stripping off the younger girl’s jeans and underwear.
Buffy knew that her mouth was hanging open; she knew she was panting but she couldn’t control it. Faith was spread out and just so READY. The sight was enough to stop her whole world.
“Like what you’re seein’ B?” Faith asked with a smile, but there was none of usual cockiness… she actually looked the slightest bit unsure. Buffy swallowed hard as she let her gaze travel over the other girl and there was only one answer.v
“Fai…I think I love what I’m seeing.” She had whispered it and Faith’s eyes had gone wide... her mouth falling open a little Buffy leaned forward again, kissing her deeply before she had a chance to respond.
This time there was no barrier between them and their pussies met as their mouths came apart.
“Oh Jesus… Buffy…” Faith arched and spread her legs wider and the older girl could feel a hand come down in between their bodies. She felt Faith’s fingers slipping through her cunt, the heat pouring out of her as the younger girl spread her lips apart. “Fuck me baby.”
Buffy felt their clits brush, and instinct took completely over. Her hips were grinding hard, fast before she could even think about it, their juices mixing the only sounds now their ragged moans and the wet kissing sounds of their sexes grinding together.
It wasn’t long before she began to feel the other slayer starting to tremble beneath her, hear those moans getting louder…little ‘oh fuck’s’ with each grind… it wasn’t enough Buffy wanted to be inside Faith, wanted to hear her name as the other girl came.
She slowed her thrusts and Faith’s eyes popped open, confused. Buffy smiled at her.
“Turn over baby…”
“Fuck… you’re killing me here B.” Faith moaned before complying. She stretched like a cat before rising up on her knees a little, tossing her head back and gazing at the older slayer over her shoulder. “Do I get my treat now?” Just the sound of the dark girl’s voice made every muscle in Buffy’s body clench.
All she could do was nod as she ran her hands down Faith’s back feeling the muscles tense and jump under her fingertips. She watched as the younger girl's head fell forward on a moan as she let one hand slip across her ass and finally down to her heated core.
Buffy’s fingers were coated the second she parted the silky folds.
“B… fuck do it baby… Ahh g-od yeah!” Faith’s voice broke on the words as Buffy pushed two fingers inside her. “More…more B…oh shit ohshit!!”
Buffy could hardly believe what she was seeing as she pressed a third finger into the tight clenching passage and began fucking her hard and fast. Faith felt so unbearably hot so unbelievably tight around her fingers, and she was getting even tighter. Buffy sped her thrusts up, laid her self across the dark girl's back, kissing licking every inch of flesh she could reach.
“This good baby?” Buffy whispered between kisses “You like it this way?”
“Yes! God… yeah B!” Faith was rocking back against her, meeting her thrusts and demanding even more, her hands gripping the bars of the headboard tight. “You’re so good Ugh! Fuckin’ me so good!!”
Buffy licked the sweat that was starting to form between the dark girl’s shoulders and ran her free hand down Faith’s front, cupping her swaying breast toying with the hard peak. She spread her legs and started grinding her own needy cunt against the firm swell of Faith’s ass
“Then come for me baby… let me feel it.” She moaned and slammed her fingers in harder, faster, feeling the thick flood of liquid heat as it poured out of her, the muscles of her cunt attempting to keep her buried deep inside. Buffy slid her hand away from Faith’s breast down over the damp skin of her stomach, seeking that which she knew would drive the younger girl over the edge.
Her fingertips found the hard ridge of Faith’s clit, and Buffy felt the younger girl freeze.
“Ahhh fuck!… Fuck! Buffy! OhgodBuffy!!”
“Yes baby… oh shit!” And Buffy could feel herself braced on that edge now… she wanted Faith with her when she fell. So she kept fucking her, her fingers twisting deep to press against her inner walls, circling a constant pressure on her swollen clit.
“Buffy I…can’t…too much! I—fuck! B…Fuck!!” Despite her words Buffy felt the other girl clench around her once again, even harder than before, and this time the older slayer was right there with her. All Buffy could do was moan against the soft heated skin against her lips and she felt the orgasm rush hard though her, each pulse making her body jerk and quiver in ecstasy.
She could feel Faith’s body collapsing beneath her but was powerless to stop it. It felt as if every inch of her body had liquefied. They lay there for long minutes; Faith’s breathing was slowing, the gentle rise and fall of her body becoming peaceful as she drifted to sleep.
Buffy turned her head and placed a single kiss on her back. A thank you for making Halloween her new favorite holiday.
It was a while later and both slayers were away again. They had lay wrapped around each other, kissing gently until Buffy broke away grinning and apologizing for having to pee.
That left Faith where she was now. Lying stark naked on this little dorm room bed and feeling more satisfied than she ever had in her life. Who knew B would be so wild in the sack!? Faith grinned and stretched again taking in a deep breath of the sex-drenched air. She looked around and besides that unmistakable scent all the other tell tale signs were there. Clothes scattered across the floor, a small dent in the wall by the door… some how one of the desk chairs had been over turned and she knew she had done some serious damage to the headboard.
Slayer sex. Brutal, but SO worth it. Faith sat up a little grinning, when her eyes landed on the other bed in the room and a sudden panic swept through her. The party was probably just winding down about now… Red could be back at any second!!
Faith shot out of the bed just as the blond slayer came walking out of the bathroom. She was attempting to scramble into her clothes when she finally heard the other girl speak.
“Fai…what are you—” It was something about the way B had cut off, how her breath had caught at the end that made stop what she was doing and spin around.
“No B it’s not what you’re thinkin.” She took the few steps across the room, dropping her shirt to the floor leaving her jeans undone. She cupped her hands around the shorter girl’s face.
“It’s not?” B’s voice had sounded so uncertain Faith wanted to make sure the other girl never had to feel that way again. Not about this, not about the two of them.
“No way B…” She leaned down the two inches that separated their lips, and she kissed Buffy the same way she had that first time in the club and when she pulled away the other girl was smiling gently.
“Okaaay…” Buffy stepped away and Faith could feel a pout forming across her lips as she watched the still naked girl walk back over to the bed. She stopped along the way, retrieving the little wicker basket she’d carried with her costume, and Faith bit back a groan at the sight of Buffy naked ass on complete display. “So if it's not what I was thinking, then what is it Faith?” B was reclining on the bed now, her legs slightly spread and one hand was reaching into the basket.
“Umm…” Faith shook her head, attempting to clear the cloud of lust. “It’s getting late, and the party is probably shutting down by now. Red’s gonna be here any second!” The dark slayer began collecting her clothes again, her panic restored, but Buffy seemed all too calm. “Uh, what’s in the basket B?”
“Just a few more treats…” Buffy said, as she glanced up at her through her lashes. She removed her hand and began placing what looked to be little orange candies on the bed. She made a path from the foot of the bed, up between her spread thighs, finally placing the last candy corn atop her shaved mound. “I remember these are your favorite… right baby?” B had leaned back as she spoke eyes locked firmly with Faith’s. All the dark slayer could do was nod. She took a step closer, her shirt falling to the floor, forgotten yet again.
“Red’s not comin’ back tonight is she?” Faith grinned, she was starting to catch on.
“Nope, she’s staying over with Oz.” Buffy parted her thighs further, ensuring the dark slayer got a really good look. “You know Faith you told me that Halloween was a chance for us to be anything we wanted right?”
The dark girl dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, she took the first little candy into her mouth.
“Anything Buffy,” she whispered, watching the other girl nod she took the bait, her heart pounding. “What do you want to be?”
Faith could feel the older girl’s eyes boring into her again, that deep intense gaze that always held her captivated. She watched as that little grin turned into a genuine smile.
“I wanna be yours.”
“Just for Halloween?” Faith took another candy between her lips, brought it up until she was face to face with the girl who was making her heart pound in her chest.
“No baby, maybe just forever?” Buffy took the candy from her mouth just as Faith closed the distance between them.
Forget the best holiday thing, this was without a doubt the best day of the dark slayer’s life, and was sure to be the first of many. Today she got to be the star, the one who got the girl and finally got the happy ending.
Sapphic slayer wishes and candy corn dreams…
...continued in Revenge of the Dickens...