Chasing the Girl
by Susie
Rating: NC-17
Faith fell on her bed trying to control her crying. Stop it. Stop it. She told herself in her head. She laid in the bed silently willing everyone to go to sleep. After she had stopped crying and figured she was unable to sleep she crept out into the hall noticing all the lights were off. Good she thought, taking a deep breath, she went back into her room and began to pack.
Buffy was sitting on her bed listening to Faith in the next room. She knew she should go in there, stop her from packing, she knew that was what she was doing. She had spent more than a few minutes crying on Willow's lap, until Kennedy had come back into the room.
"Giles and Dawn are going to bed. I gave him the pullout, I didn't think about not having enough room, that's never happened before," she smiled slightly at the two weary girls, "Dawn's in our bed, I figured I could sleep with Rose." Willow nodded, "Faith, umm she hasn't come out of her room, so I guess we should just leave her alone?"
"Yeah good idea." Willow looked down at Buffy's head, still lying in her lap, "I think I'll sleep with Buffy tonight, if that's okay?" Buffy nodded in her lap, "Just like old times huh?"
"Yes, thank you Willow, I realize we're not through," Buffy said getting sitting up.
Willow looked at Kennedy who left the room, "What you did Buffy, it was incredibly brave. It came from the Buffy I know, not the one you had become, and everything I wanted to say, all of it, it was meant for that Buffy, not you. I don't know what to say now. I think sleep will help us."
"I do love Faith," Buffy said after Willow rose from the couch, "I do," she whispered again softly.
"If I didn't learn anything else tonight, Buffy, I learned that."
Willow had gone to get ready for bed, and Buffy was still sitting in the same place listening for Faith when she returned, "She's leaving," Buffy said getting up when Willow came in the room.
"I heard her. She did stop crying. But I think you're right. You need to decide what you want to do about that. I hate that it has to be right now, but I think it does. Faith is about to pull her famous escape routine and you have a chance to stop it."
"Do I want to?" Buffy asked.
Willow raised an eyebrow, "Do you?"
"Of course, but you see my point don't you Will?"
"I see what you're thinking yes. But I don't know if you should punish yourself. It may not be good to jump into anything with Faith, at least not right now, but I bet she knows that. But, by punishing yourself, you are punishing her. My advice is to ask her. She deserves to be able to tell you how she feels. She's been your only advocate, even when she didn't want to be." Buffy sighed and crossed the room, sitting on the floor, "Unfortunately you don't have a lot of time to decide what to say. Cause I think she's about to bail."
"I know." They heard the door to Faith's room, and Buffy began to look panicked.
"She'll check on Rose first," Willow said, "so you probably have a few minutes."
Faith walked into Rose's room to find Kennedy lying in bed with Rose.
"Hey," she said softly turning towards the door as Faith entered.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"Kinda waiting for you," she said looking at Faith and getting up. She put her hand on her shoulder, "I know we don't know each other that well. But I like you, and I care about you. I don't want to see you do something you'll regret."
"She doesn't want me here."
"She didn't say that. She's drained, and she may have been right about some things," Faith looked away from her, "but not all of it. She just doesn't want to hurt you. She's trying, in her own way to protect you. I'm afraid if you leave, at least without telling her, you'll undo all the progress she's made tonight. Besides," Kennedy looked down and pointed at Rose, "You can't leave her without telling her. It would upset her. Where's Faithy? Where's Faithy? That's all we'd here. You wouldn't want to do that to Rosie, would you?" She finished smiling.
"Low Blow, Ken." Faith smiled, "but you're right. I'll go talk to B." She gave Rose a kiss on the cheek, "Such a low blow."
"I'm pretty good at that. Nighty-night Faith."
"Bite me, Ken," she said shutting the door.
Buffy heard Rose's door shut and walked into the hall, Faith was standing there when she came out, "Faith, listen, please don't leave, not like this. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm tying not to, I'm sorry for that. Just you can't go, not like this, please," Buffy was holding both of Faith's arms.
Faith staring at the floor, finally spoke, "I was coming to talk to you. I'm not going to leave. Not like that. I was just... I was hurt. I heard the rejection, and you know, I told you years ago, that rejection and I are not mates. I was going to run, but I can't leave, not like that."
"But you're going to leave?"
"I have to at some point B. You made your decision and I wasn't even given a choice in the matter. You didn't even ask me what I wanted. You assumed you knew," she saw Buffy catch her breath, "and you did," she said leaning her back against the wall, "You have always known. But I didn't expect anything from you Buffy, I never have. I just wanted to help you. I wasn't here to get into your pants. If that is what you were thinking." Faith rose from the wall and walked past Buffy. She turned around, "There's so much I need to tell you. I should have been more honest. But I can't right now, I just can't. We should just go to bed."
Buffy nodded slowly, and went back to her room. Faith made her way to her room and shut the door, then opened it again, then shut it.
Ok, I need a smoke, she thought, and made her way to the back door. Willow was in the kitchen.
"Whatcha doin?" Faith asked.
"I can't sleep. But I don't want to keep Buffy awake. I also don't want to leave her alone. But I can't stay in there. It's...I don't know why. I really don't. She's already asleep, so I guess it doesn't matter. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep," Willow was close to tears.
"Look we're all emotional here. And tired. And frankly, freaked. We can play musical bedrooms," Willow looked up, "take my room, I'm not tired. Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to jump your bones Red, Kennedy's a slayer now, it'd be too fair a fight."
"Glad you want me Faith, but we can't leave Buffy alone." Willow said.
"I know I'm not sleepy I'll sit with her."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah if you'll let me smoke in there?" Faith looked at her smiling.
"Deal." Willow smiled back.
Faith walked into Buffy's room, and sat across from the bed in the overstuffed armchair. You're cute asleep, Angel was right about that, she thought, before lighting a cigarette. She pulled her feet under her chin. Just another freakin reason I can't leave you, she thought.
Buffy awoke. Her head was hurting and she looked around for Willow. Where is she, she thought. She squinted, and looked at the clock. Four o'clock. She started to cry. Faith stirred in her sleep, "B are you okay?" Faith could hear her crying, "What's wrong?"
"Faith where are you?"
"Right here. Right here." Faith crossed the room quickly, "What's up?" She patted Buffy's head.
"I just thought, no one was, ...I didn't think anyone was here." Buffy sniffed.
"Well I'm here, go back to sleep, K?"
"Where are you going? Where's Will?" Buffy grabbed Faith's arm as she turned around.
"She's in my room."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm in here?"
"Again, why?"
"Cause Red's too hot, couldn't stay in the room with her and all," Faith smiled at Buffy, "I just wanted to stay in here with ya. Can't I do that?"
"Yes, I'm sorry excuse the paranoia, it's not uncommon for me to wake up and the entire place be deserted."
"Willow and Kennedy run away in the middle of the night?"
"No, I mean, you know, wake up not know where you are, nobody there."
"Unfortunately, I do know B. That's a shitty feeling. Scary too," Faith sat on the bed. She looked at Buffy's hand holding her arm, "It's why I'm in here and all," she said before removing it.
"You don't have to sleep in the chair, I know you're tired. I won't jump you or anything."
"Hey that's the same thing I told Red, she didn't believe me though. I guess once a slutty psychopath, always a slutty psychopath," Buffy would have reprimanded Faith had she not seen her smiling, "I know B, I'm not a slutty psychopath anymore."
"Well I was gonna say, yes I understand, but ok you're not a psychopath anymore." Buffy smirked.
"Slutty Psychopath, B."
"Let's not get carried away, F...you should keep some interesting characteristics," Buffy laid back down, and looked at Faith, "besides I find sluts endearing, course I'm fucked up, so..." she close her eyes, "sleep here Faith."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"Do we really want to have this conversation, at," she looked at the bedside clock, "four a.m.?"
"If we need to have it, then yes. Four a.m.'s cool with me."
"Look Buffy," Faith said getting up and moving back to the chair, "I want to help you. From some deep masochistic side, I need to help you. But it doesn't mean I don't have feelings, I mean those feelings don't change. They're still there, the feelings," Faith sighed heavily, "When the fuck did I start channeling Willow? Ok, look, you know that I pretty much love you. Hell there were time I think I worshipped you. I lived for you. In prison, you were the single fucking thing I thought about, well besides sex, more than once a day. So you see the obsession?" She waited for a moment, but Buffy didn't speak, "Anyway, I...you see? I can't. I can't be here with you and pretend like it's not there. I don't want to play the sexual innuendo Faith anymore. I'm not baiting you, but then again I never was. It's becoming too much for me. It's too much now. It became that way when I had to will myself not to climb into bed with you, not to fuck you that night at the club. It's a constant fight with everything about me. My desire for you is fighting with my conscious, and after a while I'm afraid that the wrong one will win."
"Which one's the wrong one?" Buffy asked quietly.
"Does it matter? You made a decision. I understand waiting, B. I really do. It isn't good for you to jump into some sort of relationship, you need to focus on other things. I really understand that. But, it doesn't make me feel any different. And you decide too that it can never work. What the fuck is that about? You want to change, yet you're still thinking about yourself."
"Thinking about myself? Faith I'm doing this for you. I don't want to hurt you. I don't deserve..."
Buffy was cut off by Faith, "me. I know, I know, you don't deserve me. You fucking said that. That's my point, who the fuck are you to decide what I need. I get no say in it? If you don't want me, if you don't ...love me, then say that. Please. But don't play the whole Joan of Arc girl, cause you're not."
"I don't want you to go Faith, I really don't."
"If you can't change Buffy, I don't think I can stay. I want to help you, I think I did.."
"You did."
"But, now you don't need me. You've got Willow and the rest of them. I believe they are going to help you. And if not, well I'll come back and kick ass. Let them give me a reason, but ...you don't need me anymore."
"I do need you. But, you're leaving aren't you?"
"I don't see a way around it. I want to stay, but ... I love myself Buffy. That's really hard for me to say, but for a long time, I didn't, love myself. I couldn't love you like I wanted to, because I didn't care about me. Maybe that's what you're going through. It doesn't matter, because, I do love myself now. And I can't put myself in this situation. Being near you every day, seeing you, and not ...not having you. I`m afraid I couldn`t control myself."
Faith finished and moved to the bed, Buffy was crying , "And what Faith," she suddenly snapped, "could you control yourself around others. When you get back? Are you gonna remain celibate forever."
"I've never been celibate, B" she said, "Jeez, I'm not a saint."
"Oh."
"Look it's not about that. You think I'm gonna go back to Boston, and find someone else? Fall in love and forget all about you? Yeah right, fat fucking chance. I go six years without seeing you, and...I had opportunities, but they were like...shit they couldn't compare. Why am I telling you this, when you already know that?"
"I'm sorry. If you have to go, then you should go."
"No, I won't if you can't deal without me here. I'm not going til I know it's okay."
"I don't want you to leave, if that's what you want to hear. I'm never going to say that. I want to be honest, and that isn't honest. I want you to stay. But I understand, I can't keep you here, not like that, it's unfair."
"It's not like I'll stay gone. I'll be back. I've decided, at least once a month. And you can come visit, I want you to. I don't want to go without seeing you or Rose. I just think a little time apart, well, it couldn't hurt." Faith looked at her hands, "if I give you that, I mean the time, would you ever, could you change your mind, maybe?" she choked out.
Buffy lifted Faith's chin and looked into her eyes, "I hope so Baby," she kissed her on the forehead, and Faith collapsed crying again, and Buffy stroked her hair, content on being the one who was consoling.
Six months later
Faith was busy wiping down the bar for the fifth time tonight. Fucking morons, she thought, can't keep from spilling a single beer, or hitting an ash tray, or just being nasty. What the hell am I doing here? She was sick of these idiots, sick of Boston. She missed B. It had been six months and she had seen her at least every three week. Buffy would come visit and bring Rose, or she would fly or drive to New Orleans. She talked to her on the phone, she went to the zoo, the aquarium, the park with the mother and daughter. She was accepting Buffy's progress. So why did it feel like everytime she saw her, a knife was once again sliding into her stomach. Cause she's fucking killing me, she thought, and she doesn't even fucking know it.
Faith had left New Orleans the day after Buffy's epiphany with the gang, red-eyed and crying. It took her three days to get back to Boston. She was unable to drive very far without stopping, too tired to do anything but lie down. Boston sucked, but New Orleans had gotten better. At least for Buffy. It was slow going, Willow opened to Buffy more everyday. Once Buffy proved to her that she was herself. There was nothing Willow could do but accept her back into her life.
Of course, she and Xander had argued, "She's changed." Wllow told him.
"Somehow I find it hard to believe that after one night and day with Faith, the old Buffy emerged good as new and ready for wear." Xander returned.
"Well she did. It wasn't Faith, Xander. I mean, Faith helped, but Buffy changed, on her own. She wanted to. She wants to be Rose's mother. She wants to do what's right."
"Oh, good well she wants to be Rose's mother," Xander looked at Willow like she had lost her mind, "well I guess that everything is okey dokey now. I feel so much better. She and Faith can have fun and raise Rose. A little slayer family. Let's just give the baby to the psychopaths."
"Oh, shut up Xander. Faith isn't even fucking here. She went back to Boston yesterday."
Xander looked at Willow surprised, "Why?"
"Cause Buffy and she are, well they are trying to give each other space. Buffy needs to focus on getting better. And Faith would be a distraction, to her focus I mean. She's got to think about Rose. They both do. She comes first, and furthermore, do you think that Kennedy and I are idiots? Like we would just allow Buffy to take Rose and go. She's making progress, but she needs help," Willow placed her hand on Xander's shoulder, "Lister Xander, if you can't forgive her that's fine. She doesn't even expect you to. But I do. Do it for me?" She looked up at Xander, "Or do it for Rose. Or do it for yourself. But just do it. Trust me, it's a different feeling, not being angry at her anymore. It feels normal again, for the first time in six years, it feels normal."
Xander looked down, "And what if she fucks up again?"
"What if she does? It's not like we haven't seen it. But I don't think she will. She's really changed, I can see the old Buffy in her. Trust me Xander, I know you want to believe me."
"Your powers of persuasion still astound," he smiled, before looking down again, "Alright," he said finally meeting Willow's eyes, "take me to her."
And so Buffy apologized. She had rehearsed what she was going to say to him, just like the others. She told him she had used him. That she didn't respect him, and that she knew that all he had ever wanted to do was help her. He had listened, and was nonreciprocal until she finished.
"Well Buff," he said, "I believe you. I don't know why. But then again I never could explain my pull to you. Sure I thought you were hot, I mean are hot, not that I want you. Though you're hot I mean. Stupid Xander will just shut up and let Smart Xander speak," Buffy smiled, "I just...it was more. You're my friend. I trust you, I don't know why, but I do. And I believe you. If you say you're gonna do what's right I believe you."
"That's all I wanted. A chance. I know I don't deserve it, but," Buffy smiled at him, "You were always a sucker for the hot slayer."
"Apparently, Buffy," he said hugging her, "we're all suckers. But in a good way. But not in THE good way. Cause that's different. Being a sucker in the good way. Not that I can't be a...what the hell am I talking about?"
"I don't know Xander, but I just realized how much I've missed you."
So the gang had stood behind Buffy. Giles and Dawn had stayed in New Orleans, for as long as possible, promising to visit again. She spoke to them on the phone at least twice a week. And Rose. She had become Buffy's life. It was hard, at first, re-delegating the role of motherhood from the girls to Buffy, but they soon realized they didn't have to. They had formed a family, be it ever so odd, between the four of them. Unfortunately for Buffy, the only thing missing was Faith. There meetings were becoming more and more tense. Though she was always glad to see Rose, and doted on her the entire time she was there, she was slowly distancing herself from Buffy. Faith had cancelled her last trip to New Orleans, saying she had to work at the last minute. And Buffy had begun, for the first time in six months, to panic.
Faith watched as the young girl walked to the bar before sitting down, "Hey Faith," the blond said smiling at Faith.
"Hey Kara," she smiled, "what ya need?"
"You."
"Not on the menu, but I can get you a drink."
"Okay, give me a beer," Kara said, fishing a cigarette out of her mouth. She leaned over the bar, and Faith pulled out the lighter, striking it and holding the flame to the girl. Kara moved Faith's hand out of the way, and grabbed her arm, pulling her across the bar. Before Faith had time to register the girl's advances, she felt her mouth on hers. Time stopped only for a moment as she allowed herself the sensation of the girl to overwhelm her rational judgment. Fortunately, her rationality soon returned, and she pulled away. Faith looked at the girl and was about to make a comment, when something out of the corner of her eye, caught her attention. She turned, slowly, silently pleading to any fucking body that would listen, not to be what she thought it was.
"B," she said, rather loudly when she saw her. Calm down, dumbass, she thought.
Buffy was standing at the other end of her bar, staring at the girl that had just kissed Faith. "B," Faith tried again, but Buffy was still staring. Faith moved over to the other end of the bar, trying to get to Buffy. "Hey, B. Look at me," Faith said.
Buffy turned to Faith, "I was going to surprise you. Surprise, I guess," she said looking down at the bar.
"God, Buffy, it's not.." Faith looked at Buffy pleadingly, grabbing the girl's hands. Buffy pulled them away.
"what I think it is," she answered cutting Faith off, and taking back her hands. "I understand, Faith really I do." Buffy said. Faith was trying to speak, but Buffy wouldn't let her, "I think it would be for the best if I leave. I'm sorry, I should have at least called."
"No, please don't leave. Let me explain," Faith was near hysterics, trying unsuccessfully to grab Buffy's hands. She heard the other bartender calling her name, "Shit," she said looking over before looking back at Buffy, "B, please, let me..." again she heard the bartender call her name, "Hold the fuck on," she said, screaming at him, "B. I..."
"It's okay, Faith, I need to go," Buffy said again cutting Faith off. She was trying to choke down the knot forming quickly in her throat. "You need to see what he wants," she told Faith, who was totally ignoring her pissed off co-worker, "I'm just gonna.." Buffy felt the tears start sliding and turned running away.
Faith put her hands on the counter and jumped over. She pushed several people out of the way trying vainly to get to Buffy, who was just as quickly trying to get away from her. "B, wait," she yelled, as she ran outside, watching Buffy walk away. She sped her pace and caught Buffy by the arm, spinning her around, "Buffy, god damn-it, wait." Buffy turned around, she couldn't see Faith clearly, "Oh, god, don't cry baby, I'm sorry, please, don't cry." Faith wrapped one arm around Buffy's waist, and pulled her closer, "I'm sorry, please, please, I'm sorry," she said, as she wiped softly at Buffy's cheek. "I wasn't...she just did that B, you know I would never, I ...shit...you're the only one. I'm waiting B, I told ya that. I'm waiting. I'm waiting. I'm waiting," she kept repeating softly, as Buffy laid her head on her chest. "I'm always waiting."
"No, you shouldn't wait. I'm an idiot. I think I can fly here and just decide that now it's time, now it's okay. And you'll accept that. I'm stupid. Like you are just here.." Buffy couldn't finished.
"It's time? Time for what?"
"Nothing."
Faith put her hands on her shoulders and pulled Buffy away from, looking her in the eyes, "Time for what?"
"Nothing. I was wrong." Buffy said shrugging Faith's hands off of her, and turning.
"I don't fucking think so," Faith grabbed her again, Buffy stayed where she was, Faith at her back. Faith moved in closer and put an arm on her hip. She leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me?"
Buffy internally moaned at the breath on her neck, "I've always ... Faith, Jesus." She stayed very still, feeling Faith's breath catch, still on her neck, "You know. I was just, I was ready, I guess."
Faith wrapped her other arm around Buffy, pulling her flush against her body. Back to chest, Buffy stared straight ahead, and Faith kept her lips near her ear, "Tell me B," she said stilling breathing deeply. When Buffy didn't reply, she repeated herself, "Tell me."
Buffy turned her head to the side, outwardly moaning when Faith snaked her tongue out as she moved, "I want you."
"What?" Faith asked, licking her again, lower now, near her shoulder.
"I want you. I want you. Oh god..." Buffy trailed off. Faith was rotating her hips very slowly against Buffy's ass. She moved the small strap down Buffy's shoulder's, and licked again. Buffy moaned louder, "I want you."
Faith roughly pulled Buffy's hips into hers and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl's stomach, "Come on," she said, slowly letting her go, and grabbed her hand.
Ok, well maybe I should have thought about this a little more, Faith thought, as she watched Buffy sit down on her couch. She tells me she wants me and I give any freak with eyes a nice show of my tongue licking wet spots down her shoulder. Mmm, wet, licking she thought, fucking-A shut up, she told herself, walking into the kitchen.
"You want anything?"
"No thanks," Buffy barely answered, turning her hands over and over in her lap. 'What am I doing?' was the single diatribe that was running through her mind as Faith busied herself in the kitchen. 'Is she avoiding me?' Buffy's mind switched to, as she listened to the various clanging coming from the brunette's kitchen.
"Where's Rosie?" Oh, that's smart, Faith thought, as soon as she'd spoken. Ask her about the kid. She tells me she wants me and I ask about the kid.
"She's in the car," Buffy looked up at Faith who's mouth was hanging open, "Shut up. She's with Willow. Did you think I'd bring her, with what I was planning to do and all?"
Faith sat down on the sofa next to Buffy, their thighs barely touching, and leaned back against the couch. "What exactly were you planning, B? I mean I get the surprise visit, but why?"
"We really have to go through this again?"
"What? I got you want me. Not many people can resist me when my tongue is in charge," Faith watched Buffy's face as her minds played with the words, "I mean after that. What did you really want?"
"You know Faith, it's been six months."
"Yeah Buffy, I can count."
"And apparently continue to be a smartass as well." Faith looked at her, but Buffy continued, "No, I like the smartass Faith. And I like the sweet Faith. I like all the Faiths. Except the one here in Boston."
"What's wrong with the one in Boston?"
"Well, basically, just that she's here in Boston. And I'm not."
Faith leaned up and whispered into Buffy's ear, "You're here now." She put her arm around Buffy's waist, and pulled her into her lap, "Tell me to stop." She whispered.
Buffy pressed her back into Faith and moved her legs to straddle the girl's thighs, "No," she whimpered.
Faith ran her hands along Buffy's waist, and over the front of her thighs, resting them lightly on the inside of each. Buffy turned her head to the side and found Faith's mouth. The first touch of her lips and she moaned, and Faith gripped her thighs harder. She wrapped one hand around Faith's head and rested the other one on top of Faith's hand. She pulled her to her mouth, tighter, and was rewarded with a groan of her own. Faith quickly moved her hands back to Buffy's waist and stood her up, Buffy a little stunned, turned to look at Faith who was trying to catch her breath.
"Not sofa, B. Bed." Buffy laughed lightly at Faith's abrupt command and starting walking to the bedroom.
She got into the hall and turned to see Faith still sitting staring at her, "Not, sofa, Faith. Bed." She said smiling at Faith.
Faith still didn't speak, and Buffy's smile rapidly faded as she noticed the near voracious glare Faith was giving her. When Faith rose and started to follow, it was Buffy's turn to stay still, she couldn't move with Faith's eyes still on her. Faith stood in front of her and wrapped her arms around her back, resting them possessively on Buffy's ass. She pushed her mouth onto the smaller girl's neck and began to back them into the bedroom. Buffy for her part, had crept her hands into Faith's hair and was trying to basically hang on as Faith almost violently carried them both to the bed.
Faith had been, up until this point, working on a sort of automatic reflex. Unable to form more than a few thoughts, she was quickly giving into her body's commands. When Buffy's knees hit the bed, both girls tumbled onto it, Faith straddling Buffy's stomach. Buffy reached up and pulled the other girl's shirt unceremoniously over her head. Faith felt her body contract at the clearly audible gasp from the other girl. "I never wear a bra, B," she said, strectching her arms over head before bending down over the girl, their faces inches apart, "it always just seems to get in the way." She lowered her lips to the girls, and kissed before being dumped, quite unexpectedly on her ass on the floor.
"I guess that would be useful, in what scenario?" Buffy was panting peering down at the girl.
Faith was staring up at Buffy, with a look of lacking in remorse, "What the fuck are you talking about?" She stood up, still shirtless and walked over to the girl. When Buffy didn't answer she continued to stare, "My not wearing a bra?" Buffy nodded, "Oh, fucking-A Buffy, you know what I meant."
Buffy stood up, and walked over to Faith, "Do I?"
"Do you think I'm fucking every thing that walks near B? How many times do we have to keep doing this?" She ran her hands through her hair. "This is not what I want. I don't want it to be because you think someone else might beat you to the punch, or whatever, don't you get that?"
Buffy had stopped trying to focus on anything but the growing wetness between her legs at the sight of an exasperated Faith stretching, "I'm sorry, I know. I just, I don't know how to do this."
"What?"
"Make love," Buffy said, laying back onto the bed, "But I'm willing to try."
"Me too." Faith removed her pants still staring at Buffy, who moved to remove her own clothes, "Let me," Faith said, crawling back onto the bed. She slowly divested her of her shirt, trailing wet kisses down her abdomen. Before going any further she looked up at Buffy, "I've been waiting since the day I met you to do this." She said removing the rest of the girl's clothing. Buffy was all ready with a witty comeback, but found herself silenced as Faith laid her naked flush against her, she could feel the heat growing between Faith's legs, and her own wetness was getting the better of her. Faith was busy raining kisses on Buffy's neck and face, becoming more and more turned on by the soft gaspy sighs the girl beneath her was making. Buffy ran her hands down Faith's stomach, and before she had time to register the girl's journey, Buffy had slipped her fingers in between her folds.
"Jesus," Faith breathed into Buffy's mouth, as the girl continued to run her hand back and forth against her pussy. Faith was slowly building up a rhythm of rocking against Buffy's hand, trying to get her to focus the friction on her clit. "C'mon B." Faith urged, rocking more forcefully now. Buffy took her unoccupied hand, and slid it down as well, gathering up Faith's juices, before returning them to her own mouth. She did it so fast, Faith didn't realize what the girl was doing, still intent on getting off, that when she noticed Buffy sucking her fingers and registered it was her wetness she was sucking, she moaned again, "Fuck girl, you're killing me," she said, resting he forehead against the girl, and grimacing. She looked into Buffy's eyes, who had stilled her hand, staring back at Faith, "Please." Faith said one last time. Buffy was struck at the pure need she saw in those eyes and relented gladly. She took one hand and placed it on Faith's ass, positioning her over her right knee with the other she began her rhythm again, slowly stroking the girl's cunt. Faith sat up slowly and gave Buffy the added advantage of raising as well, Faith now straddling her lap. She slipped two fingers inside the girl, and felt her own pussy contract at the flood of wetness that hit her fingers. With her fingers, she pumped in and out of the girl slowly, mesmerized at Faith's face and small gasps. She kissed her mouth, Faith too turned on to return it with any real velocity, making it more sloppy and both girls wetter than before. When Faith bit her lip Buffy decided staring at the girl was just as pleasurable, and she ran her thumb over her clit and was again rewarded with a 'fuck' followed by a long moan. They kept up the pace, before Faith begin to hump Buffy's leg, pushing the girl's fingers into her deeper. Buffy held her ass firmer, grinding the girl on her leg, when she felt the familiar contractions, she leaned back even further giving a strong thrust with her leg. Faith's breathing became irregular and she literally shoved herself against the girl's thigh faster and faster until she felt the orgasm race through her at rate she had never experienced. She slowed her loud panting down and fell backwards off of Buffy, her eyes closed, hands in her hair. She was shocked when she felt the girl push her face into Faith's pussy, lapping at the juices. She was even more shocked as she grabbed the back of Buffy's head and pushed her pussy into her face amazed at the amount of wetness she was producing. Within seconds she felt the contractions again, not as strong, but so fast that she couldn't quite believe she was cumming again until it rushed through her. She slowed her breathing, afraid she would faint, and pushed a still greedy Buffy away from her cunt.
"Fuck, you gotta stop B," she said trying to catch her breath, "I...don't think...I can't."
Buffy smiled up at her, her face slick with the girl's cum, "can't what?"
"Shut up." Faith said still trying to catch her breath. Buffy scooted up beside the girl and placed Faith's head on her chest, "It's okay sweetie, take your time."
Faith listened to Buffy's breathing, her head rising and falling softly with each breath. When it was apparent to her that she had fallen asleep, Faith slipped out of Buffy's arms, and off the bed. She looked down at the girl. Buffy's hair was slicked off her forehead, and her hands were lying on her chest. Her legs were spread and one knee was bent into the other. Faith was amazed at how Buffy was even asleep when she noticed the wetness between the smaller girl's thighs. Still standing by the bed, Faith walked out of the room and went to turn off the lights and lock the doors, something she had totally forgotten in her haste to get Buffy to the bedroom. When she was busy with the kitchen light an idea came to her and she quickly got what she needed and headed back to the bedroom.
When she returned she noticed that Buffy had turned slightly in her sleep and her legs were now straight. Both of the girl's hands were on either side of her. Faith retrieved a piece of ice from the cup she had brought with her and carefully got back into bed. She placed both her hands on either side of Buffy's shoulders and ice in her mouth started to work down the girl's body, not touching her except with the ice.
"Shit," she heard Buffy whisper as the ice made contact with her nipple. Buffy looked down and saw Faith's head hovering above her, her mouth wrapped around her nipple, her fingers playing with the other. She kept eye contact with her, as she quickly made use of the melting ice. Faith dipped down between Buffy's breast and quickly made a trail down her stomach before pushing the smaller melted ice into the girl's belly button.
"Fuck Faith," Buffy breathed, grabbing the girl's hair and pulling her up to her mouth.
"That's the idea," Faith replied into Buffy's mouth before attacking it. She slid her tongue inside rubbing against the blonde's. On top of it, around it. Buffy took the initiative and started sucking Faith's tongue deeper and harder into her mouth.
Faith stopped kissing and pulled her mouth away, "No, my turn," she pouted. Buffy raised her head, and pulled Faith's lower lip into her mouth, biting it gently.
"No one's stopping you," she smirked looking down, "Don't pout. It so doesn't work."
Faith rolled off of her completely, and turned her head to Buffy, "Fine," she tried, "be that way."
Buffy rose swiftly, straddling Faith's waist, pushing her wet sex into the girl's stomach, "Meanie."
Faith could feel Buffy's slickness grinding against her stomach. She grabbed the girl's ass and slid it around. Buffy moaned.
"Whatcha want, B?" Faith smiled when Buffy leaned down closer.
"You know what I want, F." Buffy whined.
"You have to tell me," Faith said, hands still on her ass.
"Fuck you Faith," Buffy smirked, rising. "I'll show you." With that she straddled Faith's right thigh and pushed herself flush against it. All the while her hands worked their way through her hair, down her own chest, and to her breasts, which she grabbed roughly.
"You wake a girl up," she said leaning over Faith. When the younger girl went to lick Buffy's nipple, she rose again, a piece of ice in her hand, "get her hot. And then you tease." She ran the ice over her own breasts. Keeping eye contact with Faith, she moved her hand lower. Faith watched enraptured, as Buffy slid the ice down and around her breasts and abdomen. She moved it to her pussy, sliding it around, before bringing it back up and slipping it into her mouth. She laughed at Faith's groan, her hands still on Buffy's ass.
"I guess I'll just have to take care of it myself," she said as she slipped her own hand back into her pussy, sliding it around the folds. Faith followed her hand with her eyes, stunned. Buffy brought her hand back up and leaned over Faith, inches from her face, "And I taste so good, see?" she said thrusting her fingers into Faith's gaping mouth.
That did it. Buffy was not only pleased but stunned as well when Faith slid down her beneath her at an alarming rate. She looked between her legs. Her knees were now straddling Faith's head. Neither girl was really touching the other.
Faith made eye contact with Buffy, grabbing the hovering girl's hands and placing them in her black locks, "Hang on."
Buffy moaned this time, and felt herself being lowered onto Faith's mouth. The first slip of Faith's tongue sent her spiraling and she slipped a hand out of her hair. Faith stopped and mumbled into the girl's pussy, "I said hang on," she heads as the girl removed one hand from Buffy's ass and maneuvered Buffy's hand back to her hair. Buffy groaned, but obliged, and Faith began an earnest attack of the girl's cunt. She licked from back to front, and back down again, slowly, her tongue flat. She was amazed at Buffy's wetness, and the slickness she could feel sliding down her chin. She sped up her pace, licking more vigorously, avoiding Buffy's clit. She stuck her tongue inside the girl's pussy, straight and hard, and Buffy breathed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," became her diatribe, as Faith fucked her with her tongue.
When Faith felt the girl become wetter, her juices thicker, she raised Buffy off of her slightly and looked at her, "Do you wanna cum?"
Buffy looked down at Faith, seeing her own wetness glistening on the girl's face, "Please, baby," she pleaded.
Faith's eyes grew darker, as she pulled the girl's clit to her mouth. Sucking softly, she ran her tongue around both sides before finally attacking it. Buffy abandoned all hope of control, as she unceremoniously grinded herself against Faith's face. Her mind switched from 'Damn she's good' to "Fuck I'm cumming," which she voiced aloud.
Her breathing sped up and with one last downward thrust she felt her body contract. Holding her breath, she released it in short raspy pants, Faith still licking. She finally fell backwards, between Faith's openthighs and Faith moved on top of her.
"You okay?"
Buffy breathed more slowly, "Umm, yeah," she answered looking at the girl. She pulled her closer, kissing her mouth softly, tasting herself, licking it off Faith's face. "I love you, Faith," she said, nestling the girl between her legs, her head against Buffy's neck, "You know that right?" She smiled slightly, when she felt Faith kiss her neck and nod.
"Sleepy B," Faith whispered.
"Me too," she said wrapping her arms tightly around the girl's back, happy to have her weight on her as they drifted to sleep.
...to be continued...