Fear - Of Love
by Raven White
Rating: R

Disclaimer: "Stories I create are copyrighted and owned by myself. Stories based in part, or whole, on characters owned or copyrighted by others remain the property of their respective owners. Material owned, copyrighted or otherwise legally belonging to another will be removed upon request by the rightful copyright owner, or their designated representative(s)."
WARNING: Slayer Stuff.
Spoilers: All seasons of BTVS.
Author's Notes: This is the second story of the series of FEAR - Only Human

A warm summer night finds our two slayers in the cemetery looking for vampires - vampires that have been running amok in the cemetery lately.

"Why do they always haunt the cemetery, B?"

"I thought that was an easy one, Faith."

"I get that they are dead. Most of them were buried here, and this is their last place on earth. But couldn't they haunt someplace nicer? I don't think I would haunt just a cemetery if I got turned."

"Faith, if you got turned...you would be hiding away from all the slayers, cause you know we would all be out gunning for your head or heart. I don't think you would want to stay a vampire for long."

"No, B, you're the one that has the thing for the undead. What's the count?... Five now?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Sorry, I got a heartbeat."

"Fucking bitch! I'm leaving."

"Well that's new; at least you learned something from me. You run more."

"Faith, sorry to tell you this. I could run away from things before I meet you. So fuck you very much, and it ain't nothing to do with you. FUCK. Why do you get to me this way?"

"Cause you need to get laid by someone that has a heart, B."

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

"ARE YOU DONE YET?"

"FUCKING BITCH!" Buffy sweats as her fists make contact with Faith's body.

"B!"

Upper cut

Smack

Kick to the ribs

Kick to the groin

Punch to the throat

"BUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFY."

Faith grabs a hold of Buffy's arms and they stare at each. Both breathe heavily.

"This ain't happening again, Faith."

"Why? Cause it was the best that you had before. We were good together. I know. You know. Fuck, even Angel knew what we were doing back then. Oh, don't give me that look. After this long a time and I can't mention Angel. He's dead, B, get the fuck over him. Spike is dead. The Immortal dumped your ass. The other two - you didn't tell me what happen with them."

"Let me the fuck go!"

"Why? So you can smack me around again? Ain't gonna happen, B. Besides, we both know what happens when we smack the other one around too much. Don't we, B?"

"No."

Watching the blond slayer trying to get away from her, the heat rises up from them and the arousal hangs thick in the air. Licking her lips as arms pull away from her, Faith watches the hazel eyes following the tip of her tongue.

"Right! I don't believe you, B. I think you do remember each and every time we have lost control during training and patrol. We both know what training does to us...it's equal to fucking."

"Fuck you."

"Is that all you can say to me tonight, B? Fuck me? I think I should fuck you instead."

"NO!"

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm tired of you leaving every time we make love. I'm tired of your 'Want, Take and Have' attitude. Will you let go of my hands now? I won't hit you anymore. I promise."

Tears roll down the blonde's face as brown eyes blink in front of her. She sees something in those eyes Faith is afraid to admit to herself. She wants more from Buffy than just a quick fuck, but it is gone with just a blink of an eye.

*Fuck* Buffy thinks as the extra light goes out of Faith's eyes. Not knowing what to say now, and hoping she hasn't said too much, she stands there rubbing her hands to get feeling back in them.

They stare at each other. Lost in thoughts and not listening to the sounds around them as a group of vampires and demons surround them.

"Well, Slayers! Looks like tonight is a good night to die! Gentlemen, let's make sure that they don't get home alive, shall we?"

*****

The slayers make quick work of the vampires and demons, until only the mouth was left. He goes down screaming for eggs. "You think we need to report back to the head of the Council?"

"No, just most bad ass trying to make a name for themselves."

*****

"B?"

"Yeah?"

"Why...Why don't you come home with me tonight?"

Eyes meet as their chests rise with each heavy breath. The darkness makes it harder to see just how dark each of their eyes are now.

"I..I..don't.."

"FUCK thinking..."

Arms move around the blond and pull her into a hard embrace. Lips and tongues meet, sucking the others breath away. Hands move down to tight behinds and others move in front to undo a zipper.

"Fai..." Buffy tries to break the kiss. "Fa..." Not having air makes her not think, that is all it was..."Faith." Finally she pulls free of their embrace. Looks into a sexy hazy raven slayer.

"Christ, what is it now, B?"

"I ain't gonna be an after slay replacement either. I don't care how much we both want it."

"Why don't you just for once admit that you want me, B? I am tired of you wanting me and then, when you think about what the others would think about you, WELL you dump me, Because, HEY, you don't want them to know you fucked me. I was even good for Xander twice and Willow once. But I ain't good enough for them to know you want me full time. Well, guess what, Buffy. They know we have sex, B. Oh, don't give me that damn pout of yours. Xander and Willow both told me when I was with them. Before you ask, neither one wanted anything more than just sex. Now, can we go back to my place and talk this out?"

"Bitch."

"That's me." Faith walks off and then looks behind her at the other slayer. "So are you coming with or you just gonna stand there and wait to grow a limb and some leaves?"

Buffy looks around and sees the sun come up. The night was done and another would be upon them. The other slayers would be out tonight, and they had the night off. *To talk, to have with the sex - God thank you Anya - to have with the making love. Yes, that is better.*

"Fine, let's go. Just don't think you're getting into my pants."

"Oh yeah, I know what it takes to get into your panties there, B!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing, never mind, sheesh, B. You really need to get laid." An evil smirk lay on her face. *Oh, yeah, B was going to get hers soon.*

She holds her hand out to the ever small slayer, waiting for her to take it, not at all surprised when small fingers wrapped around hers. The heat races up both of their arms, into their hearts and down, reminding them of many a day and night of a different heat those fingers could cause.

*****

The house is small but yet had all the room a slayer could ever need. A big ass bathroom with a walk-in shower, room enough for two...possible three. The kitchen looks like something from Martha Stewart with a hint of Rachael Ray mixed in. A walk-in closet with all her clothes and slayer weapons in it. A Master Bedroom and a full working basement.

*****

"You may as well take your shower down stairs, cause I am using the one up here, B."

The blonde swallows hard, trying not to picture the drops of water cascading down those breasts her mouth knew so well. She sees her hands on them, squeezing harder than anyone else had ever done.

"B? You still with me?" Faith chuckles and shakes her head.

"Why don't I just take one with you, Faith?"

"Cause if you get into that shower with me, B, we both know what is going to happen, don't we? You are going to get well laid."

"Do you have to be rude all the time?"

"Do you have to have a stick up you ass all the time?"

"FINE."

"FINE!"

*****

Water runs in two rooms of the house. Two very naked slayers who are totally different in every way: height, weight, how they handle their slaying duties, how they deal with their hornies, and how they deal with each other. Each of their minds is on the other and what their hands are doing at that moment. Is the other masturbating in the shower, using a toy to get off? Or is she just taking a shower, figuring that given enough time, the other one would give in tonight?

*****

Buffy's Shower Thoughts:

Willow and Xander mention from time to time me having a relationship with my fellow slayer. It's not like Willow doesn't know what happens many nights after patrol or fighting the First, especially when Faith first came back. Willow knew a long time before anyone did about what happens between us. I still can't believe I made the first move back then. But she looks so damn sexy fighting evil and training, who in their right mind wouldn't want to taste her or fuck her. Maybe I do have some regrets, but I'll be damned if I am going to walk away this time. I want her. All of her, this time.

Faith's Shower Thoughts:

Move my hand right there, feeling just like B...shit why didn't I let her come in here, and it could be her hand doing this to me...I'm never going to be able to come with her in the house. So she finally grew a pair, and she wants me full time. Am I ready for that? Can I handle her full time? Can I give up other people for her? It's B...Buffy. I went to prison for her. I love her, yeah, I do. But I'm not afraid to love her. I'm afraid of what she can do to me with that love. We tend to hurt each other.

*****

Kitchen Time:

By the time Buffy gets upstairs there is a smell of food. On the stove rice is steaming. The brunette slayer is stir frying beef almond ding, adding more soy sauce.

"Faith, go lightly on the soy. I don't need the extra salt."

"Don't worry. You are going to like it."

"Yeah, yeah that is what you said when you fixed that shrimp curry and kept adding soy sauce to it. It came out looking like soy sauce shrimp with no curry in it." She laughs and sits down at the small table, watching the bathrobe move against Faith as she cooks.

"I'll give you that one. Just that one, mind you. I didn't want it to taste like curry...so my bad. I like soy sauce. Besides, a little curry goes a long way. I see you found your bathrobe."

"Yeah, I didn't know you kept it."

"It's not the same one from Sunnydale, from when I turned myself in. Kate kept my stuff, and I had told her about the bathrobes. When we got back to Los Angeles, she had two new ones waiting for me. But you are the first one to wear it. Beside no one else would dare get something that pastel and put on."

The food has been taken off the stove and placed into a bowl, waiting to be eaten.

"I..." *sniff*

"B?"

"Faith" *Sniff..sob*

"Shit, don't cry, B."

"Can't help it."

Taking Buffy into her arms, Faith places a small kiss on the side of her head. "Ssh, B, I got ya." She stands there, just holding, with Buffy's arms wrapped around her, till finally the sobs die down.

"Didn't mean to make you cry, Buffy."

"I know, Faith. That was just so sweet, what you did for me."

"Wasn't nothing."

"Huh."

"Anyway, the food is getting cold. Let's eat."

"Alright."

"Here, take this plate and get some rice and then get some of the stir fry."

"WAIT...Let's try it together..NOT YET!"

"NOW!"

EEEEWWEEES

"GOD, FAITH."

"That good, B?"

"You wish. I told you not much soy sauce. Damn, give me some more rice. Rice...more rice...That did it. You know next time I am cooking.. Don't look at me that way. I can cook now. What? Don't you laugh at me. I don't care what Dawn tells you. I can to cook. How the fuck can you cook water any way? What does boiling water have to do with cooking?"

"Right, B. Whatever you say. You can cook. Just like you can drive. I'm just glad that you can fuck."

"WHAT?"

"PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN!"

"WHY?"

"THIS AIN'T FUNNY, B!"

"REALLY?"

"REALLY! KNIFE DOWN! NOW!"

"I'M THINKING - NOT!"

"WHY?"

"NOT."

"YES."

"NOT."

"YES."

"Faith, you know I never ever just FUCK. BUT THEN I FORGET WHO I AM TALKING TO."

"B, KNIFE DOWN NOW."

"NO."

"FU...SHIT....You don't want to knife me again, Buffy. Come on, put the knife down. I know you don't just fuck someone. I know you didn't just fuck me; I mean something to you. I know you love me, Buffy, you always have. I've just never really wanted to understand that until now. Yes, we have something that has been going on for more years than we both want to think about, and neither of us know what those feelings mean. Now, please put the knife down, B, cause as much as I love you, I don't want a new scar, and I don't want you to gut me again."

"You love me?" The knife still hangs in her hands.

"Don't you think I must, to put up with all your shit."

Putting the knife down, Buffy says, "I'm so sorry, Faith. Forgive me. We still push each other's buttons it seems, before we even mean to. I am just seriously tired of the vampires I get involved in wanting me just for sex and to say they were with the original slayer. That is fucked up. Faith, we have been together more times than I can count over the years. You're the only one that truly gets me. Maybe it's the slayer connection or maybe it's just us. The only thing I do know is that I want you only you, Faith."

Two hands reach out to the other as eyes meet, two hearts beat in time, two throats get dry, four ears get tunnels sound as the hands touch and then two hearts soar as mouths meet to claim their lover in a dance as old as time. Slaying is forgotten; they are hungry only for the love the other has for them. The Fear of Love leaves in a blinding white light as the slayers take the time to start a new relationship as lovers.

...continued in Of Human Bondage...