When I Grow Up…
by Tania
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss, ME etc, I’m just taking them for a
naughty little spin.
Spoilers/Timeline: After "Chosen" so some spoilers.
Author's Notes: I’m not sure if I want to go further with this or not… and
thanks to Lou, my very own number one fan.
"Oh my god. Bed. I’m so there," Buffy remarked tossing the keys on the table and flopping face-down on the bed.
"So guess that means I get the shower first huh B?" Faith walked in, kicked the door shut behind her and dumped both her bag and Buffy’s on the floor.
"Shhmah. Gddd." Buffy’s voice was muffled into the bed. Faith sat on the bed across from where Buffy was lying and kicked off her boots.
"How are your war wounds?" the brunette asked lying back against the wall.
"You know…Slayer healing. All but gone," Buffy lifted her head and smiled.
Has she smiled at all since I’ve been back? Faith thought to herself. A slow grin spread across her face. It was time to have some fun with B, her grin grew. Just like I used to.
"Speaking of all thing Slayer-ish, you never answered Dawnie’s question. Just what are you planning on doing now that you’re not the "Chosen One"? Or one of the "Chosen Two" as it were?" Faith asked casually. Buffy’s grin grew.
"I’m not sure. I never really thought about it," she replied, grinning like a little kid who’d just discovered how big the world was.
"You could get a job B! Became a member of the working class," Faith’s grin widened.
"But what would I do? There are so many choices!" Buffy said excitedly. "How ‘bout you Faith? Are you gonna retire from Slaying?"
"Nah. You know how much I get into it," Faith’s eyes gleamed lustily at the thought of giving it to something, anything evil. Giving it to them good. Giving to them hard. Buffy couldn’t help but notice that glimmer of arousal. "Besides," Faith continued. "I thought I might head to Vegas and explore my career options."
"Vegas? What like, professional gambler?" Buffy questioned with a smirk. Faith’s grin broke into laughter.
"Actually I was thinking stripper. You know everyone thinks I got the body for it," the dark Slayer had to hold back another wave of laughter at the look on Buffy’s face.
"You would want to be a stripper?" Buffy looked shocked. Didn’t think I could still shock B! Faith thought as Buffy stumbled further into her trap.
"Sure why not? I hear the money is good."
"Could you…do it though?" Buffy sat up on the bed and looked quizzically at Faith.
"Hell yeah. It’d be easy B!" Faith reached over and clicked on the clock radio, spinning the tuner until she found something suitable.
What is she up to? Buffy thought as she watched Faith fiddling with the radio.
"What are you doing?" she asked eventually, vocalising her thoughts.
"Well you sounded doubtful B. I thought I’d prove it!" Faith chirped, leaping off the bed.
"Um…you know that’s not necessary right?" Buffy suggested nervously. Oh my god…is she seriously gonna strip for me?
"It’s not you haven’t seen it all before anyway B. Besides, I’m too wired to sleep," Faith began to wiggle her hips suggestively to the music. "You just make yourself comfortable." She let her hands run slowly up the sides of her body lifting her shirt slightly to reveal her taut stomach, before releasing the material and sliding over shoulders and gathering up her dark tresses.
This can’t be good, Buffy thought leaning back against the wall. She knows she’s gorgeous, she knows she can melt resolve with one of those sexy pouts. What is she doing with her hair?
The brunette continued to dance, letting her hair drop back down, her dark eyes focused on Buffy the entire time, her gaze seeming to burn into the smaller Slayer.
She’s messing with me. She’s gotta be messing with me, Buffy swallowed hard, fighting the urge to tell her to stop, or worse, jump of the bed and start ravaging Faith. Just look uninterested and maybe she’ll stop. Oh my…the blonde Slayer’s thoughts were interrupted as Faith peeled off her tank top and flung it over Buffy’s head. She took a deep shaky breath, unintentionally breathing in a huge dose of Faith’s scent, which was all over the garment. Kind of sweaty, but not unpleasant, and very unmistakably Faith. She reached up and removed it, her vision again filled with Faith wiggling around the room, now clad in just a bra and her pants. Her breathing grow heavier as Faith’s slid her hands over her stomach and began to undo her pants. A few movements later and the pants were off in one deft manoeuvre. Faith is doing a sexy dance in her underwear! Buffy nervously began to chew her bottom lip, as Faith did a little twirl and Buffy caught sight of her ass, looking all perfect in a black thong.
"What about the other stuff?" Buffy blurted out nervously.
"Well if you wait a little B, I was going to get to that," Faith smiled coyly and ran her finger under the top of her thong.
"No, like the "other stuff" that strippers do. Like lap dances and stuff." It was nearly impossible for Buffy to keep her voice steadily. Ten minutes ago she’d been ready to drop, but now sleep was the furthermost thing from her mind.
Faith stifled a chuckle, and kept her expression even. B wants me to give her a lap dance? Fuck, things have changed since I left Sunnydale! Let’s see how far she’s willing to go with this, Faith thought, sauntering over to the bed.
"I can do a lap dance. Easy," the dark Slayer smirked.
She’s totally messing with me, Buffy thought, barely containing a grin. I’ll show her! Wonder how far she’ll go with this?
"See I’m not so sure. Anyone can dance around and take their clothes off," she raised her eyes to meet Faith’s. "Prove it."
"Sure," Faith shrugged. "But remember, you can’t touch me." She pushed Buffy’s knees down so her legs were resting flat on the bed and straddled the blonde with her back to Buffy’s face. Sliding up, she ground her ass into Buffy’s lap. The blonde closed her eyes and struggled to hold in a gasp as a wave of warmth and wetness rushed to the spot between her thighs that Faith was almost, but not quite pressing into. Guess I’m not quite as over that phase as I thought, Buffy thought resisting the urge to push up into Faith. Might as well enjoy the show, just can’t let her know that I’m enjoying the show.
Who the fuck does B think she’s kidding? Faith continued to grind her ass into Buffy’s lap, keeping rhythm with the crackly music coming from the radio, enjoying the sound of a slight gasp from Buffy. Let’s crank this up a notch.
Buffy’s eyes sprang open in alarm as she felt Faith move. Don’t tell me she’s stopping already, was the first thought that inadvertantly flew through her mind.
"It’s okay B, I’m just mixing it up," Faith said quietly as she switched her position so that she was facing Buffy. Poor little B! Looks like someone just stole her fucking lollipop! She ran her hands down Buffy’s arms, enjoying the slightly startled and rather pained look Buffy was giving her. Leaning forward she let bra covered breasts press against Buffy’s. With deliberate care, she made she that when she breathed out, her breath tickled against Buffy’s neck, right behind her ear. Damn B looks so sexy!
Despite her best efforts, when Faith’s breasts slid against her own, followed by the warm prickle of her breath Buffy’s breath began to come in shallow gasps. What the hell am I doing? Her thoughts were jumbled. Something inside her warned her that this had gone beyond a joke, beyond her being sucked into one of Faith’s little games.
Faith was working on auto-pilot now. She’d been a little antsy and horny from the big fight, and rather than subsiding on the long drive after, it had just nagged at her like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. At first it had seemed like a fun plan to tease Buffy, but now, with all these warm Buffy-flesh she was grinding against, it was beginning to seem like a really bad idea. She let one of her legs slip between Buffy’s thighs and pressed upwards against the heat emitting from Buffy. Casually, she let her hands run over her breasts and around to unclasp her bra. Leaning forward, she discarded the bra and thrust her breasts forward into Buffy’s face.
Buffy let out a gasp at the combined sensation of Faith pressing into her pussy and Faith’s warm breasts sandwiching her face. Naked Faith flesh! Right in my face! A shudder started to build within her and at that moment she caught another scent in the air. Faith’s arousal. She’s getting off on this!
B’s totally getting off on this! Faith thought, as she heard Buffy’s gasp. Next thing she knew she was sitting on her ass halfway across the room. What the fuck?
"Faith," Buffy began from her perch on the bed. "I think that’s enough." She noticed the little blonde Slayer was still breathing heavily a confused look on her face.
"Aww come on B! I thought we were having some fun!" Faith stood up.
"I think you were having a little too much fun," Buffy glared. "And you’d make a lousy lap dancer."
"Why? You seemed to be enjoying it," Faith smirked. Buffy didn’t answer, but leapt off the bed and grabbed some clothes from her bag. What the hell is B’s problem?
"I’m going to take a shower," Buffy announced, heading for the bathroom and slamming the door.
"Better make it a cold one B," Faith sat down heavily on her bed and reached for cigarettes.
Faith was leaning back against the wall, smoking her third cigarette, still wearing a smirk from how Buffy had reacted to her lap dancing demonstration. The slow burn of her arousal was nagging at her incessantly, but it was kind of enjoyable. Feeling just like the ‘old’ me, she thought, stretching out down the length of the bed. There was a creaking of the water pipes as Buffy turned the shower off. A few moments later, the bathroom door flew open, and Buffy emerged wearing cute pyjama pants and a tight tank. She sniffed the air disgustedly and glared at Faith.
"Do you have to do that in here?" she snapped, towelling off her hair. Faith took a long slow drag and exhaled noisely.
"’Cause I’m sure everyone would appreciate me walking around outside like this," she commented, gesturing to herself. She was still just wearing her underwear.
"Well that might wanna be something you’re going to get used to," Buffy snorted. "What with aspirations of being a stripper and all." Faith stuck her middle finger up at the blonde Slayer. "Plus there’s always the novel concept of, oh say, putting on some clothes."
"No point. I was waiting for you to get your ass outta the shower. Hope you left me some hot water," Faith stubbed out her cigarette on a saucer she’d found and reached for her bag.
"I didn’t us-" Buffy stopped mid-sentence and glared. "Wouldn’t a cold shower be more you to your needs?" Faith grinned inwardly at Buffy’s almost-admission of her arousal. Score one for me! Faith silently cheered.
"I’ll take whatever is on offer," Faith smirked as she disappeared into the bathroom.
"I’ll be back in a few." Wonder what she’s going to do while I’m in here, Faith thought smugly.
As Faith disappeared into the bathroom, Buffy grinned. Okay, so I flipped out a bit back there. She just pushed things a little too far, too fast. Let’s see what I can do to her, the blonde thought cheerfully as she reached into her bag.
I got B so fucking good, Faith congratulated herself as she stuck her head under the warm water, feeling the grime from the fight, and from travel disappear from her body. The trickling of the water down her body was relaxing, but much to her dismay, it only seemed to heighten her arousal. Reluctantly, she switched off the hot water and set the cold water to work. It helped a little, but still didn’t take the edge off. Sighing a little, she wrapped the towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom to be met with a flying mass of Buffy.
"Whoa! B? What the fuck?" Faith asked as she was knocked back onto the bed. She went to glare at the blonde but then noticed that she was no longer wearing the pyjamas, but instead was wearing some white, lacy underwear which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "Did I miss something?"
"Quite a lot actually. About 3 years. While you were in jail," Buffy stared at the dark Slayer, who was looking increasingly confused on the bed.
"I can see that," Faith said quietly, eyeing Buffy. Yup, I should did miss a lot! When did B get all…seductive?
"So you think you are the only one that give a lap dance? I could kill you in a lap dancing competition Faith. Hands down. You move them, I kick your ass," Buffy rested one knee on the edge of the bed and stretched the other leg over Faith, who was staring at Buffy with a mixture of shock and desire. Faith didn’t know where to look first. There was so much of Buffy’s warm, glowing flesh on display, and the heat of where Buffy’s legs were touching hers was driving her crazy. She ached with arousal, the effects of the cold shower obliterated. B wants to play? I’ll play, Faith thought, trying to act cool.
"Why don’t you give me your best shot then B. Let’s see what you got," Faith looked defiantly at Buffy, who’s grin grew as she wiggled up and into Faith’s lap.
Oh fuck, I am so screwed, Faith thought as parts of Buffy she’d only dreamed about began to wiggle and grind against her.
She doesn’t seriously think she’s going to get away with acting all cool does she? Buffy chewed her bottom lip, partly to look sexy and partly because she wasn’t quite sure how Faith had managed the logistics of quite so much movement from this position. Not going to give in until she makes a move!
Buffy leaned forward, and let her tongue glide up Faith’s neck slowly, her nose nudging at the dark Slayer’s ear. She felt Faith stop breathing for a moment, and seem to will herself to exhale without a tremor. Meeting Faith’s eyes, Buffy snaked her arms over Faith’s shoulders, amused at the line of goosebumps that appeared where ever she touched. Faith tried to look away, but the smaller Slayer grabbed her head and held in still.
"Look at me Faith," she half-smiled. Oh my god, how the hell is she not doing anything, Buffy thought, amazed at the other Slayer’s control. The look in Faith’s eyes was pure lust. Buffy could see that all Faith wanted to do was get off. It was a need that was projected stronger, more primally than she could ever remember seeing in anyone. Behind all that was something harder, more steeley. Determination. Even if Faith’s went crazy, she wouldn’t touch Buffy, until the game was over.
When Buffy grabbed her head and forced her to look at her, Faith panicked. While she could hide the wetness between her legs, and the moan that was brewing deep within, she knew she couldn’t hide the lust in her eyes though, not from Buffy, who seen in there so often, especially after slaying. So she looked straight at Buffy, letting the fire in her eyes spread into the green ones staring back, but also remaining gravely defiant. She’s waiting for me to give in, Faith thought. Keep dreamin’ B!
Buffy held Faith’s gaze, aware the look Faith was giving her was sending her straight back into dangerous territory. Sub-consciously, she began to grind a little faster, fuelled by the desire pouring off Faith and into her. Her hands travelled over Faith’s shoulders and pulled at the towel wrapped around Faith. It slid down over one breast and Buffy ran her hand over it, tweaking the dark Slayer’s nipple.
"B?" Faith said shakily. "I think this has gone beyond a conventional lap dance."
"What?" Buffy asked distractedly, focusing on way Faith’s nipples was all cutely sticking up. Oh my god! Did I really just think that Faith’s nipple was cute?
"Look, you win, whatever. Just stop fucking with my head B. I’m tired," Faith looked away. Buffy felt a strange sense of disappointment as she climbed off the brunette and proceeded to fall on her ass.
"Ow." Buffy sat on the floor, not moving.
"What’s wrong now?" Faith adjusted her towel and looked down at the blonde.
"I have a cramp. In my ass," Buffy said quietly, her cheeks reddening. Faith resisted the urge to laugh. She’s gotta be fucking kidding!
"You’re kidding right?" Faith tucked the corner of the towel under arm.
"No. It really hurts," Buffy said with a pained face to prove it. This is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I’ve got a cramp in my ass from giving Faith a lap dance, Buffy thought in frustration.
Faith saw an opportunity to tease some more. As payback for the fact that the lap dance thing had back-fired. "You want me to rub that for ya B?"
"Would you? ‘Cause I’m in pain here," Buffy limped over the bed, ignoring the self-satisfied smirk that was glued to Faith’s face. She heard a swishing and noticed Faith had taken the opportunity to get dressed.
"Where does it hurt?" Faith asked, hovering over Buffy.
"The left side," her face got redder still. Faith is massaging my ass, this is so humiliating. Faith grinned broadly and poked at Buffy’s ass. "Faith, that would be the other left."
"No see B, if I rub the other one, it’ll fix it without hurting it more," Faith tentatively began to work on Buffy’s ass.
"Why?"
"I don’t know. Just something my Watcher told me. It works though," Faith applied a little more pressure.
"What, when, you hurt your ass?" Buffy couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Faith approaching her Watcher for advice on how to fix an ass cramp.
"Actually B, I had a leg cramp," Faith replied. "Is it feeling better?"
"Surprisingly yes. You can stop," Buffy rolled over when Faith’s hands left her. An awkward silence filled the room. What do I say now? After she just fixed my own self-inflicted butt cramp, Buffy wondered. Faith answered her question by climbing into bed and turning off her lamp. Buffy did the same. She could feel where Faith’s hands had been on her body, burning into her. She was too horny to sleep.
"Faith?" she asked quietly.
"What B?" Faith was staring at the ceiling in the dark. There was no way that’d she’d be sleeping, but she didn’t want to talk to Buffy either.
"I can’t sleep," Buffy said to the darkness where Faith was. Faith smiled in the dark.
"Well B, you could take care of that," Faith grinned to herself in the dark. It was a relief that she clearly wasn’t the only one affected by the events of the evening.
"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked nervously. Oh my god! Is she suggesting…
"Well what else are you gonna do B? Lay there and not sleep all night?" Faith asked. Here I was thinking I’d just have to wait until B went to sleep!
"Well…I was thinking I’d wait until you went to sleep…" Buffy stopped and blushed furiously in the dark. Why am I telling her this? Buffy thought in alarm. Something had obviously passed between her and Faith tonight, and she didn’t quite understand it.
"Bzzz. Game over. I would’ve been laying here waiting for you to go to sleep B," Faith chuckled across the room.
"Oh. Well I’ll just go to sleep and let you do your thing then," Buffy said quietly, feeling her face burn with embarrassment.
"Or you can just do exactly what I was planning on doing, and no doubt, you were too."
"Faith! No! I couldn’t! You’ll…see," Buffy was horrified that Faith would even suggest such an idea. Okay or maybe more horrified that I’d even consider it for half a moment.
"Ah B? It’s night time. It’s fucking dark! What the fuck do you think I’m gonna see?" Faith snapped back across the room. Hehehe, she thought, now is the time when Slayer senses come in handy!
"Okay Faith. I’m a Slayer too. Means I got the Slayers senses too and I can see you just fine. Which means I know you can see me," Buffy pointed out matter-of-factly. God, she’s sneaky! I can’t believe she thought she’d get away with it!
Damn. Busted, Faith thought. She sighed. "So what? We both just lie here horny as hell and get no sleep?"
"I guess," Buffy said quietly. This situation was impossible. Faith was impossible.
"Yet 20 minutes ago you were happily rubbing yourself all over me…" Faith’s voice rang out across the room.
"It was payback!" Buffy insisted fighting the urge to throw down with Faith.
"Whatever B." Sarcastically spoken. Buffy lay there quietly, listening to Faith shuffling around in bed.
"Faith?"
"What B?"
"I still can’t sleep," Buffy squirmed in bed. Like she even cares, Buffy thought to herself.
"Neither can I. You want me to come and bunk with you?" Faith asked. Please say yes, please say yes, Faith almost prayed.
"No. Thanks but no," Buffy said quietly. Just can’t tonight, she thought. Not after all they’d been through that day. "If you turn the radio back on…I might. You know." What the hell?
Go B! Faith thought with a grin. She clicked the radio back on. "If it makes you feel any better B, I’m sure I won’t notice." Like I wouldn’t!
"O-okay Faith," Buffy said quietly. The radio was masking any noise from Faith’s side of the room, but if she strained her eyes she could see Faith shuffling around under the covers. What is she doing? Buffy thought with a squint.
"You want a running commentary or what B?" Faith asked, clearly amused. Whatever gets her motor running, Faith thought running her hands up under her shirt.
Running commentary! Is there anything she won’t do! Buffy cleared her throat loudly.
"That might be interesting," she said quietly. She heard more shuffling and when she squinted at Faith again she could see the covers were kicked off.
"Hey B," Faith flipped off her shirt and sweat pants. "Catch!" Hehehe…let’s see her reaction to this!
"Ah, thanks," Buffy held the clothing, still warm from Faith’s body against her. She could smell the scent of Faith’s arousal all over it. Naked Faith. Two feet away from me!
"God, it feels good to be naked. Running my hands all over my body. Playing with that nipple you seemed so fond of before," Faith commentated in a low voice.
"Uh-huh. What else?" Buffy leaned back against the pillow, her own hand wandering over her breasts. This is really weird.
"I gotta be honest B, you really got me going with that lap dance. I’m feeling about ready to pop here. Kinda wishing that you hadn’t stopped you know? That we were still here, wiggling your cute little ass around, and getting all hot and wet," Faith voice shook a little as she reached down to dip into her own wetness.
"Almost got me wishing I hadn’t Faith," Buffy’s hand moved as though it had a life of its own, down between her thighs. "If hadn’t…stopped…what would you want me to do?" Okay, thinking all this talking dirty with Faith is a side effect of watching too many people die, Buffy thought.
"Whatever B! You could take that sweet little mouth and eat me out. That’d be a good start, to have your tongue working on my clit," Faith said breathily. Fuck! How the hell am I gonna keep talking? Her breathing was becoming laboured, as she started to work her clit.
"What do you taste like Faith?" Buffy asked her own hand snaking over her slick folds to find her sweet spot. I should just go and do all this stuff to her, Buffy thought sadly. It just doesn’t seem right.
"You really wanna know B? ‘Cause I can fix that," Faith sucked in a deep breath as she put two fingers inside herself, imaging they were Buffy’s. Imaging the other hand, roaming over her breasts was Buffy’s.
"Depends what you have in mind," Buffy’s movements, and her breathing became erratic as she continued to pleasure herself.
"Slide over," Faith was at the side of the bed. "I’m kinda ambidextrous." Faith is getting in bed with me, Buffy thought, but she was too far gone, and kept up the steady rhythm of hand. The bed creaked as Faith sank down onto it.
"Here," Faith switched to attacking herself with her left hand and offered her right hand to Buffy. Without question, Buffy took the pre-offered fingers into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around them. She tastes so sweet! Buffy thought in surprise. Now why did I think it would be gross?
"You taste good," Buffy commented, letting Faith’s fingers fall from her mouth. "What would you do to me Faith? If I said you could do whatever you wanted to." What wouldn’t I do to you, Buffy? Faith thought, her mind over-flowing with thoughts.
"I’d pin you down and kiss you everywhere B. I’d eat your pussy until you begged me to stop. And maybe once more. I’d give you as many fingers as you could take and I’d get off on the noises you’d make," Faith’s breath was coming in bursts, which caressed Buffy’s flesh. Buffy groaned and reached for Faith’s hand again, sucking the dark Slayers fingers into her mouth. Her tongue groped desperately, trying to find a hint of Faith’s juices left behind. The sensation was amazing for Faith. She could clearly imagine what it would feel like to have Buffy’s tongue slipping around her pussy, reaching inside and getting her off again and again. Just when her body had started to shake with an approaching orgasm, Buffy released the fingers back into the rapidly cooling air. Damn B! Bad timing!
"Faith…" Buffy moaned, her movements shaking the entire bed. She was about to slip over the edge into a delicious orgasm, but she didn’t want to go alone. Sweat broke out on her body.
Fuck, B is really getting into this! Little perve! Faith thought to herself, the echo of Buffy moaning her name increasing her arousal. If I don’t cum soon, I’m just gonna melt into a pool of goo, Faith thought. She looked over at Buffy, her eyes closed, face relaxed. She’s so fucking beautiful, she really has no idea.
"Faith…I think…I’m gonna…" Buffy gasped, clutching Faith’s arm tightly, as her body bucked and shook from the action of her hand. The stream of little moans and grunts emitting from within the blonde slayer was enough to launch Faith into her own orgasm.
A few breathless moments later, the crackling radio filled the room. Buffy touched Faith’s arm.
"I’m sorry," she said quietly. Faith opened her eyes sleepily.
"What for B?" the brunette asked quietly, almost shivering at Buffy’s feather light touch on her arm.
"Just for not…doing it with you. It just doesn’t feel right," the little Slayer sniffled slightly.
"It’s ok. I get it B," Faith adjusted herself so she wasn’t taking up nearly the entire bed. "Besides there’s always tomorrow."
"Tomorrow. Something I wasn’t sure I’d see," Buffy shifted over towards Faith. "Faith?"
"You gonna kick me outta bed?" Faith asked, sleepily.
"Actually I was gonna ask you to stay," Buffy snuggled in to Faith’s shoulder sleepily.
"Okay," Faith squirmed a little bit.
"Really? What happened to ‘get some, get gone’?" the blonde inquired incredulously.
"Not sure it counts if I’m only getting it from myself. Goodnight B."
"’Night Faith."
What the fuck is that noise? Faith’s eyes flew open. She panicked for a moment, as the entire left side of her body was numb and extremely heavy, but upon close inspection she realised it was just because Buffy was laying on her, clutching her tightly. A grin broke out on her face, as she remembered the events of the previous evening. She looks so fucking cute all curled up like that, she thought fondly, before the noise that had woken her up came again. Pounding at the door. Reluctantly, she climbed out of bed and looked around for her clothes, which she finally spotted clutched in Buffy’s other hand and stuffed half under her head. As the pounding continued, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.
"This better be good," she muttered angrily, throwing open the door. Kennedy stood, leaning against the doorframe, sunglasses obscuring her eyes.
"’Morning. Didn’t think you two were ever gonna wake up. Nice pyjamas," the younger brunette commented with a grin. Faith glared.
"Some ass was pounding on my door. That’s kinda hard to sleep through," Faith snapped. "B’s still asleep, so keep your voice down."
"Since when did you care? Everyone else is up, and demanding that we consult our fearless leader for our next move," Kennedy peered into the darkened room, noticing Buffy still sound asleep in amongst dishevelled covers and the other bed looking extremely unslept in. She quirked an eyebrow at the older Slayer.
"Tell ‘em she’s asleep. And I sure as hell would be too, if you hadn’t woken me," Faith shot her a warning glance.
"Sleeping well then?" Kennedy couldn’t keep the smirk off her face. Will is gonna flip when I tell her this! $20 goes to the Xan-Man. Not that I’m sure it’ll matter much to him.
"Watch it brat. Lemme put some clothes on and I’ll go tell everyone we’re staying for a while yet," Faith closed the door abruptly, and found some clothes in her bag. She grabbed the keys and headed for the door, before stopping to gaze at Buffy once more. Damn B, what the fuck am I gonna say? She crept back to the bed and dropped a light kiss on the blonde slayer’s forehead. Buffy smiled and snuggled further into Faith’s sweat pants. So fucking cute!
The sun outside was blinding and Faith wished she’d bought her sunglasses. Every part of her body ached, and she could've happily slept for another 10 hours. Especially with my Buffy blanket, she smirked.
"Faith, where’s Buffy?" Willow asked rushing up to her, looking worried.
"Chill Red. She’s still asleep and I sure as hell would be too, if it weren’t for your girl and her generous wake-up call," Faith ran a hand through her hair. "Where is everyone?"
"Either still asleep, wounded or you know…dealing," she said quietly. "Was she…okay last night?" Willow looked a little bit calmer now. Apart from giving me one hell of a memorable lap dance…Faith contained her grin.
"She seemed okay. Tired, but glad this whole thing was over. Why?" Faith looked at the redhead, who was looking exhausted herself.
"Just with Spike…I thought maybe, she might’ve been…you know. Acting a little crazy," Willow looked sad. "Xander ended up staying with me and Kenn bunked with Andrew. He’s a mess. I think he might’ve gone a little weird on Andrew, asking him for all kinds of…details." Faith had stopped listening. Spike! Shit, I’m so fucking stupid! What if everything last night was like a grief thing? She looked concerned.
"Yeah. Shit. Xander," she looked at Willow. "He didn’t hurt…anyone did he?"
"No. He’s just a wreck. He’ll be okay though, he finally went to sleep sometime early this morning. I’ve been in checking on the wounded this morning. Robin has been asking for you," Willow said tiredly. "Giles is wondering whether we are staying another night here or not."
Robin! Fuck, there’s someone else I didn’t think of! Faith scratched her head. Xander, Robin, Spike, Anya, Amanda – names flying through her head. There was only one that stuck: Buffy. She had to get back and make sure Buffy was okay. No more games. No more fucking with her head.
"I think we should stay. A-and I should get back there. See how she’s doing this morning…" Faith said slowly. Willow gave her a strange look.
"Aren’t you gonna go see Robin?" she asked.
"Later. I wanna make sure B is okay," Faith was already on her way back to the room she was sharing with Buffy. She quietly opened the door to find Buffy exactly where she left her. The door closed with a click and Faith sat on the bed across from Buffy.
This is why ‘get some, get gone’ works, she thought reaching for her cigarettes. Hell, I didn’t even get any and I’m worried about getting shot down. Damn you B! Lighting up, she studied the figure of the sleeping Slayer.
All these years and all I ever wanted was you, Faith exhaled quietly, taking in Buffy’s shining hair, where a stream of sunlight had crept in through the curtain, making seem as though it was spun from gold. Me, being the dumb shit, didn’t see it of course, just pretended like I wanted to be everything you weren’t. The blonde Slayer’s face was peaceful, and almost child-like. Happy. Like you used to be, Faith resisted the urge to reach out and touch Buffy’s soft skin. A small smile remained on Buffy’s lips, from earlier presumably, and completed the rarely seen demeanour of the Slayer’s face. She was the picture of peacefulness.
Faith’s eyes continued to travel down Buffy’s face to her lips. Wondering absently what exactly they’d feel like on hers, on her body, brushing against her thigh. Whoa! Bad thoughts to be thinking about mourning, messed-up B, Faith chided herself. As her eyes swept over Buffy’s shoulders, her thoughts continued to stray from the pure, as got caught up in wondering how her thighs would look perched on them, which she was grinding her pussy against those perfect, pink lips.
Fuck. Focus, Faith stubbed out her cigarette and noticed Buffy stirring. Her arm groped at the space where Faith had been lying and then suddenly wide-awake Buffy sat bolt upright in bed.
"Faith!" she looked startled. Cute, so fucking cute.
"I’m over here B." Faith said quietly, leaning against the wall and pulling her knees up to her chin.
"Oh hey. Guess I must’ve overslept huh?" Buffy yawned and stretched a little. There was a bit of hair sticking up at an odd angle and Faith fought the urge to brush it down.
"Surprised you managed to sleep through K just about knocking the fucking door down," Faith smiled. She seems okay, she thought hopefully.
"Kennedy was here?" she asked lying back against the wall. "Where…how is…everyone?"
"Worried about you. Xander’s a bit of a mess, I think Andrew’s kinda scared of him at the moment. I think everyone else is just tired. We’re staying here another night," Faith filled Buffy in on the details.
"Why is everyone worried about me?" Buffy asked, looking for around her in confusion. "And where are my clothes?" Last night! Tomorrow! Today! Oh god...
"’Cause of Spike. Just wear mine, they are right there," Faith suggested, studying the blonde carefully at the mention of Spike. Buffy’s face fell a little and the corners of her mouth turned downwards.
"Spike. I can’t believe…it," Buffy looked at Faith’s shirt in her hand. I am so screwed, Faith thought, trying to ignore the churning in her stomach at the look on Buffy’s face. All she has to do is bat her fucking eyelashes at me and I’m completely stuck on her. Or you know grind her crotch all over me, Faith tried to justify her feelings.
"Are you okay B?" Faith asked, surprising herself. Inevitably, she was about to get her heart taken and thrown under an 18-wheeler by hearing Buffy’s feelings about Spike, but strangely her feeling didn’t seem important at this point.
"I think I am. I mean I’m sad, and I’ll sure as hell miss him, but he…he’d have been happy. Going out doing the right thing, the good thing. It’s the redemption that he craved. So I guess that makes me happy. He got what he wanted," Buffy couldn’t bring herself to look at Faith. This is not the girl that went to prison, she thought, the realisation dawning on her got the first time since Faith had been back. I can’t believe what I did last night. That was so unfair to her.
"How’s Will?" Buffy finally broke the silence that had smothered them.
"Looks dead on her feet," Faith reached for her cigarettes again. Why do I feel like I’m gonna puke when I look at her?
"I should go check on everyone," Buffy continued to trace her fingers over the hem of Faith’s shirt, without actually moving from the bed. "You sure you don’t mind if borrow these?"
"No. It’s fine," Faith couldn’t meet Buffy’s gaze. Robin! I wonder if she’s been to check on him yet? Buffy thought suddenly.
"Have you been to see Robin?" she asked, trying to sound casual. I feel so selfish! She’s probably been sitting there the whole time waiting for me to get out of bed!
"Not yet. Thought I’d wait until you woke up…like I said the others were worried," Faith took a deep drag on her cigarette. That, and I was freaking that you were freaking.
"Well…thanks," Buffy pulled on the tank top quickly and slipped the sweat pants under the blanket. How the hell am I gonna explain wearing Faith’s clothes? Buffy’s thoughts were coming together slowly. Why was she sitting there just watching me? The blonde climbed out of bed slowly, feeling every muscle and joint creak and ache with the movement. Limping across the room, she slid on her shoes. "I should go see what’s happening."
"Okay," Faith looked sullenly at the wall. You just never stop with the Slayer gig do ya B? Never think about yourself for even a second.
"You okay Faith?" Buffy asked picking up the keys. She looks so sad.
"Five by five B. Feeling like I got hit by a truck but I’m alive so I can’t complain," Faith still didn’t look at her.
"Okay. Well I’ll be back soon," Buffy opened the door and stepped into the sunshine. Oh my god! What I said last night! About today! Just one more person I let down this year…
"Fuck," Faith leaned back against the wall when Buffy left. Her stomach ached, and her throat felt tight, and scratchy. She could hardly swallow, and wished the ground would just devour her. Shit! Not gonna cry.
"Faith?" Buffy’s head poked back in the door. Faith finally met her gaze. "We’ll talk later okay? About…last night?"
"Sure B," Faith replied, her heart hammering in her chest. I better go see who needs what done.
"Lemme in B!" Faith pounded on the door. There was silence within the room. Wonder if she went to sleep? Faith thought, setting the stack of pizza boxes on the ground and rummaging in her pocket for the keys. Opening the door, she looked about the room. It was empty. A moment of panic ensued before she heard a noise from the bathroom. She knocked on the door. "I got your food B."
"Bring it in," came the reply from the door. B’s gonna eat pizza in the bathroom? Faith opened the door. There was two church-style candles illuminating the room, and amongst a sea of bubbles in the tub, various bits of Buffy-flesh poked out.
"You’ve got to be kidding me? You’re gonna eat pizza in the tub?" Faith raised an eyebrow curiously. This is a side of B I’ve never seen before, Faith smirked.
"That was pretty much the plan," Buffy smiled, her eyes still closed. Faith looked around, still holding the pizzas.
"Uh…B? Where do you want me to put this?" Faith asked, looking anywhere except Buffy. "’Cause last time I checked pizza doesn’t float."
"You had to check that?" Buffy teased. "I was thinking, when you sit your ass down, you could put it on your lap." Oh. So she wants me to stay? Faith looked around before sitting on the floor next to tub.
"Here," Faith passed a slice to Buffy, who finally opened her eyes. Poor Faithy, Buffy thought. If her eyes dart around anymore I swear they’ll roll right out of her head!
"You know, Faith, after last night, don’t think there’s much you haven’t seen?" Buffy teased around a mouthful of pizza. Great, so she’s gone from sexy B, to call-of-duty B, to flirty as hell B, Faith thought taking a large slice of pizza for herself.
"What’s your point B?" Faith grumbled as she spilt sauce all over herself. Her eyes had finally drifted over to the blonde Slayer just in time for Buffy to re-adjust her position in the tub, so that her nipples sat on top of the water.
"I’m not sure I have one," Buffy giggled shyly as she noticed Faith’s eyes widened slightly as she shuffled her position. Nervous, shy Faith, kinda cute. Buffy’s grin grew as she watched Faith squirm nervously in the silence. "I guess the point is I’m sorry about last night."
"Sorry for what?" Faith asked, looking at the pizza box in her lap. "I started it."
"You didn’t ‘start’ anything Faith. I was just trying to get you back. And then…well…maybe you wouldn’t make such a lousy lap dancer," Buffy blushed slightly. "More pizza please."
"Well I knew that!" Faith handed Buffy another slice and smirked, looking more like herself. "Ass cramp girl."
"You made it look so easy! How was I supposed to know that it’s kinda, not?" Buffy sat up further in the bath. Here we go, she’s back to being her ‘old’ cocky self.
"Maybe we should stop talking about this. I mean it’s kinda, bringing back memories, you know," Faith leaned back against the wall with a grin.
"Geez Faith. Good to see nothing’s changed with you. So all I gotta do now is talk about anything remotely sexual and you’re all good to go?" Buffy looked slightly exasperated.
"Okay B, in case you haven’t noticed you're flashing me a lotta skin here. And talking about lap dancing! I think I’d have to be dead not to be getting a little horny. And I don’t mean undead either," Faith added for good measure. Naked Buffy is making me say too much, Faith thought in alarm.
"That was a little harsh," Buffy gave Faith a funny look. Is she jealous? Buffy thought in amazement. Why would Faith be jealous?
"Sorry. Look maybe I should just go," Faith stood up. This is stupid!
"Wanna get me a towel while you're up?" Buffy asked, pulling the plug. Faith reached behind her and picked up a towel and unfolded it and held it up for the blonde. Buffy stepped into the towel and found Faith’s arms around her suddenly. Mmmm Faith arms, she thought her breath catching in her throat. Without thinking, her own hands rested over Faith’s, squeezing them slightly. Faith’s breath stopped completely at the gesture, worried that if she breathed out she’d break the moment. It was a moment she’d stay frozen in forever, if she could. Buffy sighed happily.
"What are you doing B?" Faith asked quietly, her breath tickling the blonde’s ear.
"Keeping my promise," Buffy took a deep breath and turned around to face the brunette, the towel falling away. She wrapped her arms around Faith’s neck and looked into her dark eyes, feeling a strange spinning sensation in her stomach. She looks so scared and vulnerable, Buffy thought as she brought her lips closer to Faith’s.
Fuck! B lips! Kissing me! Faith’s thoughts ceased to flow coherently as Buffy’s lips met hers. It was hardly the most impressive kiss in the history of first kisses. It was awkward as all hell and ended after a moment with Buffy staring into Faith’s eyes and seeing a myriad of questions and confusion. Uh-oh, Buffy thought. This isn’t good.
Promise? What...oh that promise. Fuck! The only reason she’s doing this is because she thinks she owes it to me! Faith abruptly broke the embrace and turned away, heading back into the other room. Buffy followed quickly.
"Faith?" she asked softly looking at the brunette sitting on her bed.
"Don’t do me any favours B," Faith reached for her cigarettes. Buffy snatched them off her. God, she can be stubborn when she wants to! Buffy thought. She put her hands on the dark Slayer’s shoulder and looked up at her sulky face.
"Fine. I won’t," Buffy eased her weight down on Faith’s lap, and renewed her attack on Faith’s lips. Faith couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, which was less awkward than the first. Buffy ran her tongue over the brunette’s full lips, and Faith opened her mouth to grant the blonde access. She’d really not wanna be fucking with me now, Faith thought, as the tingling between her legs grew into a wildfire. Her hands twitched, she longed to have them on the blonde, but there was so much of Buffy’s skin available that she didn’t know where to start. The kiss deepened, and it seemed like Buffy was trying to crawl inside Faith, away from everything.
Whoa! Faith is an awesome kisser! Who knew? Buffy thought, wiggling further onto Faith’s lap. Kissing Faith was like being sucked into a portal, except that although escape were possible, you wished it wasn’t. It was a light-headed, floating, relaxing feeling. Why isn’t she touching me? Reluctantly, Buffy broke the kiss.
"Faith?" Buffy asked a little breathlessly.
"Yeah?" Faith replied, opening her eyes, pausing and thinking Oh shit, what did I do wrong? She looked into Buffy’s eyes which were shining with desire, looking very green. Okay so maybe not so much of the wrong...
"Touch me," Buffy’s hand reached for Faith’s and put it on her breast. Faith gladly complied and ran her hand over Buffy’s rosy, pink nipple for a moment, before leaning forward and capturing it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it slowly, feeling it harden under her touch. Buffy arched back and grabbed Faith by the back of the head, entwining her fingers in the brunette’s soft hair. Looks like she learned a lot in prison, Buffy thought as a moan escaped her lips.
Faith heard the moan, and let out a small grunt in reply as she switched her attention to Buffy’s other nipple. Oh my god, did she just grunt? How adorable!
One of Faith’s hands flew to Buffy’s ass and grabbed it, to stop the blonde from sliding off her lap as she wiggled closer to Faith. A light sheen of sweat broke out on Buffy’s body. Faith let her other hand slide down over Buffy stomach, and walk up her thigh. Another moan emitted from Buffy.
"Faith…you have to…" she began, her breath coming in gasps. The blonde grabbed Faith’s hand and moved it up to her pussy. Faith grunted again at the contact with Buffy’s wet pussy. B is fucking wet! For me! She grinned inwardly at the thought. She’s letting me touch her in ways I only dreamt about! Buffy moaned again, louder this time and wrapped her arms around Faith’s neck again, pulling her in for another kiss. Buffy was more aggressive this time; the kiss also serving to stifle the increasingly more vocal cacophony of whimpers and moans the blonde was inadvertently making. Faith’s fingers slid over Buffy’s clit, and down to her warm entrance and she readjusted her position before letting two fingers slid deep inside the smaller Slayer. Buffy broke the kiss abruptly and leaned forward into Faith, her lips pressing against the dark Slayer's neck.
Faith had lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. Single words floated through her mind, while she worked on the blonde Slayer, intoxicated by the sensory overload of Buffy being so close to her. Fucking. Buffy. Wet. Warm. Oh fuck. She twisted her fingers slowly inside Buffy and brushed against her g-spot. Buffy trembled under her touch.
"Oh god…Faith!" she gasped, letting out a string of louder moans. She clutched the brunette closer to her, as her crotch began to grind against Faith’s hand automatically, forcing more contact.
"Buffy…" Faith’s voice was low, husky and incredibly sexy, right next to Buffy’s ear. The combination of Faith’s voice, the breath hitting her neck at rapid intervals and the amazing things Faith was doing with her hand were causing her to begin to shake. Faith could feel that Buffy was close, and increased her pace slightly. Didn’t pick B for a screamer, she thought as the noises coming from Buffy continued to increase in volume.
Oh my god, where the hell did Faith learn that? Buffy was unable to surpress a squeal. Feels like my insides are turning to goo. She buried her face in Faith’s hair, inhaling the scent of the dark Slayer as her orgasm began to overtake her. Gasping, she looked at Faith, who was smiling.
"Don’t stop okay?" Buffy begged quietly. Faith complied and kissed her hard, as the shudders of Buffy’s first orgasm sub-sided. To the surprise of both Slayers, as soon as Buffy got her breath back, it started up again, stronger than the first time. Both of them were sweaty and breathless with the intensity of the second orgasm "Faith…" Buffy whispered, still trembling as she rested against the brunette. "I don’t think I can move."
"It’s okay B," Faith smoothed down Buffy’s sweaty hair. "You don’t have to."
"Yeah I do," Buffy’s face broke out in a wicked looking grin. She bit gently at Faith’s neck. "Gimme a minute and I plan to return the favour."
"Mmmm…you kiss good," Buffy commented when they finally broke for air. Faith smirked. Glad I got something right!
"How ya doing B? Can you move yet?" Faith asked eagerly. She’d been good to go from the beginning but after all that she’d just done to Buffy, and the enthusiastic matching sound track, she was teeming with arousal. She’s just like an excited little puppy, Buffy thought, biting her lower lip nervously.
"Sure. I’m just worried that…well…it’s not like I’ve done this before," Buffy explained nervously. Faith’s grin grew. Wow. Buffy with performance anxiety...wonder if I should film this?
"I’m sure you’ll do fine B. I’ll steer you round the curves," Faith promised. Buffy reached down and pulled Faith’s shirt over her head eagerly, her eyes widening when she noticed that the brunette wasn’t wearing a bra. She slid her hands over Faith’s breasts and giggled nervously, before her face froze.
"Faith…I’m not so…maybe this is a really bad idea," she said quietly, looking down. Dammit! Get me all horny and then bail...Faith took a deep breath.
"Sure. No problem. I’ll just go and have a smoke," Faith replied through clenched teeth. Buffy climbed off her and reached for her pyjamas. The dark Slayer leaned over to retrieve her cigarettes.
"I’m really sorry Faith," Buffy pulled on her pyjama pants. "I just…I’m not ready." Faith lit her cigarette in frustration. Give it a rest already B! You were ready for me to fuck your brains out two minutes ago!
"I said it’s fine B," Faith flopped down on the other bed. Buffy looked at her shyly.
"Are you mad?" she asked quietly. Why couldn’t I just get over myself and make her feel good?
"A little," Faith admitted, looking at the blonde. "Mostly just frustrated though." Emphasis on ‘frustrated’ Faith thought, feeling her arousal burn unchecked,
"Maybe we could just hang out? I’ll get the pizza…and kill the candles," Buffy jumped up and went back into the bathroom. Hang out? What are we 13? The brunette exhaled noisily.
"Whatever," Faith put her shirt back on and waited for Buffy to come back.
"Here’s your pizza, now that you’ve eaten most of mine," Buffy grinned, handing Faith a box. Faith looked at the box without interest.
"So…" Buffy began, trying to break the awkward silence that had descended. Uh-oh. I think I’m losing her! Buffy thought desperately, searching for some kind of safe ground.
"What B? Trying to find something safe to talk about?" Faith snapped, leaning against the wall.
"Well…" Buffy began. Faith glared at her. This is fucked! I don’t know why I’m even bothering with this...
"Just save it B. I don’t wanna hear about anything. I don’t wanna hear more excuses, or more apologies. I’m tired of your shit and I’m fucking sick of feeling like I’m not good enough for you," Faith’s words came out in a rush. Oh fuck, I can’t believe I just said all that!
"Faith…" Buffy looked hurt. Here we go again... she thought to herself. What the hell is it with these people shooting me down recently?
"I don’t wanna hear it Buffy," Faith got up and left the room abruptly. Can’t believe I just did that... just started a fight with B and then walked out like a five-year-old. Good stuff Faith, she thought to herself sitting outside the room.
"Trouble in paradise?" Kennedy poked her head out of her door and looked at Faith with interest. Faith glared.
"Leave me alone," she grunted staring into the darkness. Kennedy ignored her and walked outside her room.
"What’s the deal with you two anyway? Besides the obvious underlying attraction that you both go out of your way to ignore?" Kennedy sat down.
"What part of "I don’t want company" don’t you understand?" Faith growled, picking up a stone and tossing it. She cringed when she heard it bounce off a car.
"Pretty much all of it. Andrew is slowly driving me frikken crazy," Kennedy grinned at Faith.
"Aren’t you supposed to be bunking with Red?" Faith looked worriedly at the car she’d just hit. She didn’t even look at Kennedy.
"Supposed to. Her and Xander are having some ‘serious’ talks. I’m just staying out of their way," she looked a little hurt but took a deep breath.
"Seems like the thing to do," Faith continued to avoid the younger Slayer’s gaze. Seems like nobody can do anything right here, she thought a little bitterly. At that moment, Buffy opened the door and walked out. Her eyes found Faith’s.
"Faith," she began and then noticed Kennedy sitting in the shadows beside the brunette Slayer. "Hi Kennedy. Thought you’d be hanging out with Will?"
"Me too. She’s with Xander," Kennedy said with a smile, not moving. Whatever is going on here, I get the impression Faith doesn’t so much wanna hang out her right now.
"Right. Xander. How’s he doing?" Buffy said a little uncomfortably, hoping that Kennedy would go away. The younger brunette raised an eyebrow.
"Actually I don’t know. Presumably okay," she still didn’t move. Buffy looked down at Faith who refused to meet her eyes.
"Faith? Can I talk to you?" Buffy asked quietly. She’s all closed up again, Buffy thought despairingly.
"Alright," Faith stood up and allowed herself to be hauled back into the room. "What B?"
"I’m sorry. Okay? I do want this, and I do want you. But there’s still so much stuff that needs to be figured out and every time I touch you I can’t help but think about it," Buffy said looking at Faith. "And you’ve got stuff to work through too."
"Don’t worry about me B. I get by," Faith sat down coldly. I don’t even know what I’m mad about anymore, she thought. This is stupid.
"I can see that. Should we just forget this whole thing?" Buffy asked nervously. Maybe not the whole thing...
"I’m sorry about what I said before. And I don’t wanna forget any of it. I’m sure you’re right. Too much stuff going on," Faith shuffled around on her bed. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m completely pussy-whipped...
Buffy settled back on her bed, the events of the last few days weighing heavily on her mind. So many people that were with us, part of us, just gone in a flash, she thought. A terrifying thought entered her mind. It could’ve been me! It couldn’t been Faith! Now that she’d gotten used to Faith being around again, and being like her former pre-evil self, she wasn’t sure she wanted to let that go. It was hurting her brain to think this hard. Especially when part of her was still aching for contact, desperate for the feeling of warm Faith-flesh under her touch, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.
"Right. It’s okay," Buffy said quietly. Silence descended upon the room once more. When did our silences get so awkward? Buffy thought to herself, moving the pizza box off her bed.
"So…" Faith began, looking intently at Buffy, as though she was trying to bore into the blonde Slayer’s mind with her stare.
"Uh-huh. This is awkward," Buffy giggled nervously, trying to avoid looking at Faith. I’m worried if I look at her I’ll get sucked into that gaze and then I’ll have no control.
"Happy it’s not just me thinking that," Faith breathed out and laughed. "So what the hell are we gonna do now?" Sleeping is still off the agenda for me, Faith thought regretfully, almost wishing that she wasn’t so driven by desire. Almost.
"Are you…still…you know?" Buffy asked shyly, watching Faith squirm a little.
"What? Evil? Nah gave that up remember?" Faith teased, enjoying watching Buffy’s cheeks redden.
"No. Not evil. Still…horny?" Buffy finished quietly, turning a shade of red Faith had never seen before. Why the hell am I so embarrassed? After what she was doing to me before?
"Kinda," Faith shrugged nonchalanty, settling back on her bed. Why’s she looking at me all interested?
"Well, you could…you know…take care of that right?" Buffy couldn’t help but noticed Faith’s hand, playing with the edge of her shirt. She sub-consciously licked her lips, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Faith. The dark Slayer smiled, so B has a voyeristic side huh?
"I could. Am I gonna have an audience?" she asked, noticing Buffy’s intense gaze. She let her hand slide up under her shirt.
"What? Um…well…" Buffy realising, she’d been busted gazing at Faith, floundered for words. Her eyes widened as Faith’s hand slid up over her breasts, pulling the shirt up slightly to reveal her stomach.
"Hmmm…were you saying something B?" Faith raised an eyebrow, and let her other creep down and unzip her fly, before sliding into her pants. Buffy’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the display. I can’t believe I’m watching this! Not because it’s Faith and she’s sexy but because I’m watching and not over there helping her out, oh my god, I know the reasons why I’m not, but rationality is about to fly out the window, it’s Faith, you’ve known her for so long, you know she’s probably thinking about you now, no she wouldn’t, would she? Oh crap. I’m having thought-babbling, Buffy’s thoughts flew through her head as she watched Faith’s hands roaming over her own body, touching all the places she liked to be touched, in all the ways she liked. It’s just not...but we’re both alive and maybe that means something...I can’t believe I’m finding ways to rationalise this...she’s taking off her pants! And her shirt! Naked Faith! Buffy’s lips parted slightly, her breath starting to come in short gasps as she continued watched Faith’s hands, keeping her eye on the actions she was performing. Warmth crept into her body, as with a start she realised that she was getting really turned on by Faith's show, the desire being fuelled by Faith’s gaze, sliding over her lowered eyelids and burning into Buffy’s eyes. It was a look of lust, sensuality and raw desire.
Buffy swallowed hard and tried to keep her composure, as Faith gave a small grunt and picked up her pace a little. She was half-way across the room before she even noticed herself moving towards the dark Slayer, thinking I can’t do this, it’s too hard, I could lose her tomorrow and never know...
...to be continued...