Sandcastles
by Raven White
Rating: NC-17
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: Not really.
Spoilers: All seasons of BTVS.
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SLAYER’S DREAM
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She walks on the sand in the pale moonlight, looking everywhere and not seeing any footprints. *This can’t be right. Where are the footprints? Where is the water? What kind of messed up dream is this?* A noise from behind makes the slayer turn around. There is nothing back there to see. *Not scared. Slayer here...a chosen one...It’s just a dream. I am going to wake up soon and will laugh about this.* From behind a hand reaches out and grabs at Buffy Summers.
The hand barely touches Buffy’s shoulder, causing her to jump and turn around.
A figure bathed in shadows stands there. “Who are you?”
“I am the one that haunts your dreams. The one that makes you wet. The one that you are waiting on.”
“YEAH..So? I dream more than the normal person.” *Why am I not waking up?*
“You mean you dream of more than one person that makes you wet? Makes you cum with only a touch?”
Turning beet red with a blush that was moving down, out of sight of the shadow person.
Mumbling...”Sometimes.”
“Damn. I’m impressed; didn’t think you had it in you!”
Looking at the shadow figure trying to think who it could actually be, Buffy shakes her head.
“I guess I should be sorry then. It seems that I should know you?”
Moving back away from the blonde slayer, “Perhaps it is not time for you to know.” The figure vanishes.
“You didn’t have to leave! SHIT! Now I have to think about the ones that make me wet and make me cum! Or do I think about the one that makes me cum the hardest? Or do I think of the one that makes me the wettest? Can I wake up now? Please?”
Looking at the beach... The sun is rising up and the first rays of sunshine hit and warm the sand. Sitting down and sighing, she lets the sun warm her body.
“Am I ever going to wake up?”
She watches the sun rising fully, eyes closing from the dual heating on skin. *Can I sleep in a dream? Oh shut up! Maybe I will wake finally! You wish! HEY! There will be no wishing here!*
The shadow figure comes forward again, stopping beside the dreaming slayer laying on the beach. *She is just too damn cute. I should let her wake now. Don’t wanna. Miss her.* Gently raising her hand over the sleeping slayer head, she quickly sends her back to her bed to dream.*
Yawning and opening her eyes, Buffy looks around and sees her bedroom, jumping out of bed.
“YES I’M AWAKE!” She jumps around in her baby doll jammies. “Now who the hell was that?” Crawling back onto the bed, she thinks about who that could have been. *I know that I have had feelings of being a lover to three different women. I really never told anyone about wanting to feel another woman body or to taste her lips as our mouths meet in a slow kiss. That I wonder if they taste any different than me? Do they make squeaky noises or are they really loud? Gonna close my eyes for a second and picture the women and think who it could have been in my dream.*
Suddenly Buffy is back on the beach looking at a sandcastle. *Alright this is just freaky!* Looking around and she starts to walk toward the sandcastle, as the water comes ashore and takes part of it away. She hears a noise from behind her.
Standing there is the lovely raven-haired slayer in a black bikini, holding a stake. “Such a shame that you already destroyed the castle. We could have done it together!”
"Oh my god, Faith! Can’t believe you’re here, too!” She smiles at her fellow slayer. “It’s good to see you.” Pointing at the sandcastle, Buffy explains, “I really didn’t do that. The water did...But we can make a new one together if you wanna?” She walks toward the raven-haired slayer, offering her a hug as she awaits an answer and her stomach gets butterflies.
“You know, B, I don’t really do the hug thing…” *seeing a sudden frown on the blonde’s face, Faith changes her mind.* “But for you, AND I will kick your ass if you ever tell anyone about this,” she opens her arms and lets the blonde embrace her.*
They stand there under the glow of the moonlight, feeling the other’s body against their own. Faith was wondering what was going through the blonde head, and she felt the arms tighten around her body.
Warm fuzzy feelings increase at the feel of Faith’s body. Standing there in a daze, she feels every inch of the other slayer’s body. *Damn, I got it bad for her!*
Clearing a huskier than normal voice, Faith says, “So, B? Why did you bring me to your dream? She steps back and sits down near the deformed sandcastle. “Come on B, lets put this one back together and maybe you will tell me why you brought me here?” Faith motions to the place beside her and watches as the blonde moves to beside her, their knees touching.
They begin to build a new sand castle. The slayers smile as their hands start to work, their hands crossing and touching every now and then.
“So, B? You ever wonder what would have happened if things haven’t gone bad in Sunnydale? We were getting real close to something.” *Why the fuck did I ask her that?*
"I know that you had my back, no questions asked. Didn't matter what it was that was asked of you. You did it. Until…" Buffy swallows and wets her lips. “Until the night that changed both of our lives. I’m sorry that I didn’t stand up and take the responsibility with Finch. I never should have left you to take the fall.”
“There was just so much bad blood between us, B. We both know that it was the only way that it could have gone. Your Scoobies would never have understood it, if it had been you. Granted I reacted badly...NO, I over-reacted the worst way that I could. I thought you could never want me, that you could never have had anything with me.”
“What? You knew how I felt about you, even back then?” A puzzled look appears on the blonde’s face.
“Why do you think I flirted so damn much? I couldn’t have you. It just would not have worked with us. You were not ready for what our type of relationship would be. You wanted Angel and Willow back then, and hell it ate me up inside the ways you would look at her. I don’t really think you even knew what you wanted with her. I’m surprised that she never figured it out and came on to you. Hell you wanted anyone, but me!”
*Thinking back to the Bronze, them dancing close, and Buffy now knows that she wants her back in her life. Did I really want Willow even back then? You lusted after that other woman, too. So not the point right now. I know that I want Faith!* She wipes at a tear that had suddenly fallen down her face before turning back to the slayer.
"Faith, yes we have bad blood between us. You did come through when we were fighting the First. I'm not happy about how I handled the past with you. I was hoping that when you woke up from your coma, that things would have been different. I wanted my fellow slayer back. But our history messed with that." She stops for a second. “I’m not sure that I know how I would have reacted to Willow coming on to me. The feelings back then were too new, for me to know what they were. Yes, I love Willow. I always will.”
They are both quiet as they think about what the other one has said.
Buffy reaches down and pats at the sand, looking at it closely. "Our life is like this sand, Faith, we are each just a grain and if we don't embrace change, our life is just slipping away. I would like to try that relationship with you now. That is, if it’s not too late?"
She shrugs and starts to make forms in the sand, peeking at Faith from time to time. Then Buffy looks up at the brown eyes that are looking at her, which makes her turn and pull the raven-haired slayer closer to her, til their noses meet.
“I’m not sure how to do this, Faith. But I know that I want you in my life and in my bed. Your scent has driven me crazy for years, and I want to know just what you smell like after having made love with me.”
Seeing the hazel eyes staring into hers, Faith says, “Buffy, I have to admit to something. The person in the shadows when you first got here was me. It was a spell that I got from Willow.” Seeing the question in her eyes, she continues, “Why am I telling you, right? I didn’t want you to find out later and always wonder.”
“God, Faith, that is so sweet and such a crazy thing to do. Remind me later to kick your ass for it.”
“Later? Why? What are you going to do now?”
“This.”
Buffy leans her lips closer to her soon to be lover. Their lips meet as a gasp comes from both of them. The kiss was slow, and the longer they kiss, the heavier it becomes. They pull back enough to catch a breath, hands beginning to remove what little clothes they have on. The brunette ends up laying on the sand, with the blonde over her. Kissing her a little, but she couldn’t get enough of her. Their hands each found the other’s mound at the same time, fingers going slowly inside.
“Oh, baby!” they both say.
Eyes meet and hold as they lie on their sides and begin to make love, fingers and lips speeding along, eyes still keeping contact as they climb slowly till a tidal wave overcomes both of them, sending them into spasms.
The sandcastle that they built is lying under them, healing the wounds that life had given them, thus giving them a new start. The moon is still shining over them as they lay softly kissing and whispering words the other never thought the other would say to them.