Truth or Dare
by Taz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them; the great god Whedon does. I'm not rich, so it's not worth your time suing me. I promise to put your lovely characters right back where I found them, once I've finished playing with them. Scout's honour.
Timeline: Takes place post s7.
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POV: Faith
So, there I am, kickin back in some posh hotel with hundreds of people millin’ around the place. They’re all dolled up to the nines in their fancy frocks and DJs - reckon I’m just about the only woman here in trousers. Fuck ‘em, y’know? The invite said black tie, so I figured I’d go for it. I thought B was gonna bust a vein when I told her, but I stuck to my word… I ain’t wearing no swanky dress for nobody - it’s a tux or nothing’! We compromised. B dragged me out to her precious mall (she found a new favourite after we neuked Sunny D) and we picked me out some duds. So, I got my white tux, but B used her powers of persuasion to get me into a pair of black heels and some tight, low-cut black top. No back, not much more front. Gotta hand it to her… I look wicked hot!
So anyway, I’m runnin’ away with myself here. We’re in this fuck-off hotel in the middle of London - some high-brow occasion to mark the reformation of the Watchers’ Council. G-man’s right at the top now, so it was pretty much set in stone that we’d all be here. Well, those of us who can at least stand to spend time together these days, which means Red’s here, but Kennedy’s probably pulling a shift in McDonald’s for all I care. Red finally grew a pair and kicked her into touch about six months after the big showdown. Caught her getting’ just a little too hands-on with one of her karate students, if you know what I mean. Red was so cool - she just walked on outa there, packed K’s stuff and dumped it all outside the dojo - even put a barrier around the house we all shared. No way that bitch was wormin’ her way back in. Sure, it was rough for a while, but we’re starting to see the old Red again now. It’s been almost a year and she’s still not dating yet, but she’s good. So anyway, the rest of the crew’s all here. Xander’s got some pretty little assistant from Madame Tussaud’s on his arm - trust him not to be satisfied with the crap in the gift shop. Dawnie’s here too - man, she’s growin’ up so fast. I swear I’ve caught Red checkin’ her out more than once this evening. A handful of the surviving potentials (sorry, slayers now) are here as well. And then there’s B. I guess it took me a while to admit how I really feel to myself - ain’t no way I was ever gonna tell her - girl’s ego’s big enough already without me massaging it. Not that I’d mind massaging B -’specially after training, when she gets all sweaty and that little lock of hair falls down in front of her eyes… so adorable. Y’know, sometimes I just watch her sleeping. The way her chest rises and falls, and she gets this look on her face - just pure peace. Serenity. Crap! Listen to me…. Been spending far too much time with Rosenberg!
Here they all come… feels like I’ve been guarding this table for hours while they fetched the drinks. The formalities are pretty much finished now. The music’s still playing at one end of the hall, and at the other, I’ve claimed a table for us - reckon we deserve to just sit down and chill now. It’s already 2am - people should be leaving soon. Job’s over for the night now - we deserve some down time. Oh Christ - no, not him. Fuck. Andrew’s sitting down next to me - yep, Giles felt sorry for the little dickweed - he’s actually being trained as a watcher now. Him and Dawnie. The latter choice I can understand, but Andrew? Did I tell you he’s wearing a goddamned kilt tonight? He’s about as Scottish as Dolly Parton, but he still insisted on tartan - something about using Highlander as his role model. I can’t believe that doofus is gonna be a watcher - he’ll be working out strategies using his Star Wars figures and tryin’ to get light sabres for his slayers. Actually, that would be pretty cool. Oh, and judging by the funny looks I’m getting from Red, I must be grinning pretty inanely at the thought of going all Skywalker.
“One Mr Daniels for my favourite tuxedo-wearing slayer.” A drink’s deposited in front of me. Bless Xander for creating a diversion for me. I laugh. “Xander, I’m the only slayer you know in a tux, you ass.” I look him up and down, then make a big play of giving his gal the once over: “Lookin’ good, Xan,” I joke, winking at the same time. He laughs and drapes his arm possessively around his date - Jessica, I think her name is. They pull out chairs and sit down. Giles soon joins us, wiping his glasses on the table cloth and sweating a little. He sounds a little out of breath - never did I ever expect to see him dancing to YMCA. Only one thing could make my night more… and here she is. B’s sauntering over in this hot as hell black number. It has these little spaghetti straps and a big slit up one side, right up to her thigh. Giles thought it was a little much, but we assured him that it was a safety feature - if anything happens, slayers need free movement. He’d lost that argument before it even started.
Anyway, like I was saying, B’s on her way over now. The lights from the mirror ball keep falling onto her dress and making it look - I dunno, shimmery, I guess. She looks hot. She knows it. Her hair’s up, but there’s these little tendril things hanging down around her neck. Didn’t sell that too well, did I? Well, take it from me, she looks fantastic. I whistle, long and low, just enough for her to hear, and she smiles at me - that special smile… the one where she gets that little sparkle in her eyes. You know the one, right? Oh man! She’s sitting next to me - that’s dork one side and goddess the other - s’pose that evens the balance a bit.
Everyone’s here now - Me, Andrew, Giles, Dawn, Red, Xander and Jessica. Music’s still pumping, sweaty bodies are still chasin’ blisters on the dance floor, lots of people are still crowding around the bar, but we’re all here. Together. Sitting at our own table at the end of the hall. We can see everything, but we’re far enough away not to be bothered.
Xander’s picking up an empty beer bottle. What’s he doing with that? He’s …oh don’t tell me… “Truth or dare time, people…” he announces with that big, stupid grin on his face.
I’m about to join Giles in his protest when I hear B’s voice: “count me in - sounds like fun…” She must’ve caught the look on my face… “C’mon ‘F’,” she says, “don’t tell me you’re frightened of a little spin the bottle.” There’s a challenge in her words and that spark’s back in her eyes.
I look at Red. She seems as shocked as me: “Somebody been spiking your shandy, B?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. But she just laughs and spins the bottle. I flinch every time it passes me and relax a little when it finally settles on Giles: “Truth or dare, Giles?” she asks.
He shakes his head: “Really, Buffy, if you think I’m going to waste the rest of my evening on some childish game of one-upmanship, you’re sadly mistaken, and quite frankly I’m rather disappoin..”
“Giles!” she interrupts, “Truth. Or. Dare?”
Big up the G-man - he finally assents and goes for a truth.
B smiles and goes straight for the jugular: “I was going to ask about your fantasies, but as I’m afraid they may involve my mother and the hood of a police car, we’ll go for something a little easier. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
G-man pales for a second, then picks up his Famous Grouse and necks it in one: “14,” he answers, without even breaking a sweat, and spins the bottle again. Finally, Bud’s neck points at Andrew. All of a sudden, Giles looks like the cat who got the cream. “Andrew - would you like truth or dare? Bear in mind that you may be asked to bear your very soul on a truth question, and that a dare may well involve the rather overweight saxophone player on the stage.” I almost choke on my Jack - go G-man!
Andrew looks terrified. “Truth.”
Hell, I’m enjoying this a whole lot more than I should be. Reckon we all are.
Giles looks like a bastard. “So, Andrew - I’m sure we’d all like to know the truth. When you lock yourself in the upstairs bathroom with the portable dvd player and a copy of Return of the Jedi, what, exactly, are you doing?”
Damn! Giles IS a bastard. I think I’ll keep him.
Andrew shuffles around in his seat for a moment and asks for a dare. Giles sends him off to ask the fat sax player for a dance. Superb.
Andrew’s left the table, so I spin for him. The bottle slows and finally lands on Dawn. “Truth” she immediately blurts out.
“Dawnie,“ I ask in my sweetest voice, “who was your first crush.”
“Xander,” she grins, “but I’ve grown up a lot since then.” She winks and sends the bottle spinning again. Xander went from being all proud, macho stud to jelly in two seconds flat. His date seems to be making him feel a little better, though…
So, the bottle spins and stops in front of yours truly. I never thought I’d be afraid of B’s little sister, but if you could only see the look on her face. I dread to think what she could ask me to reveal - the truth could get me into all kinds o’ crap, so I opt for a dare.
“Kiss Willow,” she commands.
I take another mouthful of Jack. I don’t have a problem with getting all tonsil tied with Red. It’s not like I’ve ever hidden my love of ladies, and she’s a hottie. Not as hot as B, but then, nobody is.
“Red, are you up for this?” I ask, before standing up. She nods and we both stand, facing each other across the table. “Are we doing this with or without tongues?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Whatever you feel like,” she answers, leaning closer.
We lean into each other, pausing only for a second before brushing our lips together. I feel Red’s arms tighten around me, so I slip her the tongue - only for a second, but she responds to it. Then it’s like she realises where we are and pulls back. I grin and sit back down, mouthing a little “thank you” in her direction. Damn! Never thought I’d be tongue wrestling with the most powerful wiccan on the planet. Yay! My new claim to fame.
By now, Giles has excused himself to apologise to the sax player and prevent Andrew’s potential black eye. The kilted geek is now sitting next to me again, with B still on my right. She keeps looking at me funny, all sorta quizzical and amused. She leans into me so no-one else can hear: “She a good kisser?” she asks. Again, I almost choke on Jack.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know…” I fire back as I lean forward to spin the bottle.
The bottle comes to rest at Jessica. She’s a brave one - immediately asks for a dare.
“Let’s see you kiss your date then,” I dare, “and make it a good one…”
Jessica smiles and stands, leaning over Xander. She takes his face in both hands and goes for it big time - I think she’s trying to get that piece of gum he swallowed this afternoon. Finally, she gently removes his hands from her ass, takes a bow and sits back down. “Here goes,” she laughs as she spins the bottle again.
This time, Bud chooses Xander and Xander chooses truth. Jessica grins: “When was the last time you knocked one out?”
Xander look confused.
B and Red are laughing.
I explain: “It’s Brit slang Xan-man - your lady wants to know when you last, you know…” I move my hand suggestively and watch Xander’s eyebrows leave his head. He blanches for a second, then comes back, cool as a cucumber.
“In the men’s room at Tussauds - right after Jess agreed to come here with me tonight.” He grins as only Xander can and turns to kiss Jessica before spinning the bottle.
So far, B’s been getting’ off Scott free, but this time, it’s her turn.
“Truth” she says, gamely.
Xander grins: “Have you ever fantasised about being with another woman.”
B thinks for a second then smiles coyly: “Yes,” she answers simply.
Xander’s eyebrows shoot up again and he leans forward: “Really? Who? Who?”. He’s like a kid in a toyshop. I’m not much better.
But B just folds her arms across her chest and smiles: “Xander, you had one question. You asked. I told - time to move on.” She spins the bottle and leans back in her chair. Damn! She can be so friggin’ infuriating! Bottle lands on me this time. B wiggles her eyebrows again. I ask for a truth. It seems B has a supply of questions at the ready: “So, Faith - we all know you’ve played on both sides of the fence, but have you ever really, truly been in love?”
That one’s easy. Have I? Yes. Still. But she doesn’t need to know the details. “Yes,” I answer simply and reach for the bottle.
A hand on my wrist stops me: “You have? Who was it? Boy or girl? Do I know them?” the stream of questions is endless.
I just grin: “How many p’s in hypocrite, B?” I ask. She blinks and looks at me with that adorable confused look she gets sometimes - the one where you just wanna lean right in a kiss the tip of her nose… you know?
Damn! There I go with the babble thing again.
I touch my finger to the tip of her nose - boldest move I dare make - and tell her to mind her own. “One question, B,” I tell her, “them’s the rules.”
The bottle lands on Red this time - about time, too. She opts for truth: “’K Red,” I begin, “how many people have you fantasised about around this table?”. Red smiles and looks me dead in the eye: “Three,” she says, “and I’m not going into whom or the circumstances.”
Right on! I’m pretty sure Andrew’s never had a look-in, and she only met Jessica yesterday, so that leaves me, Xan, B and Dawnie. We know about Xander, so one of us three ladies has been left out in the cold. I decide to find out by the end of the night.
Red sends the bottle off and it lands right on Andrew. He knows better now - or, at least, he thinks he does, so the asshole asks for a dare. Red only dares him to do a handstand on the dance floor - I almost pee myself…. Remember dweeb boy’s wearin’ a kilt! He takes a big ol’ swallow of Babycham and marches out onto the floor. Last thing we see and hear is someone woman screaming, G-man cleaning his glasses again and Andrew being escorted out of the hall by some giant bouncer with no neck. Fuckin’ awesome.
Anyway, we’re just fallin’ about when B nudges me and gets me to spin for Andrew again - what am I? Some fuckin’ dickwad replacement? I ask her as much and she just smiles and runs a finger down my arm. “Faith, honey,” she says, looking up at me under her eyes - she must know that look just kills me, “you’re no dickwad. It’s just that you so good at…. spinning…” Damn! B’s eyes glint and she laughs - taking all intimacy away from the scene by slapping me at the top of my arm: “Just spin the freakin’ bottle, F,” she laughs, “you’re nearest in line.”
I shrug her off and spin the bottle. We’re all a little tipsy and I don’t need her shit. If she wants to play the fucking flirt with me, she’d better be prepared to take the consequences.
I’m feeling a little pissy now - can you tell? I swear, sometimes she just treats me like a fuckin’ puppet – pullin’ my strings and makin’ me dance to order. I’m such an asshole! I fall for the same shit, every time. Someone needs to invent a fuckin’ B antidote!
Anyway, I spin the bottle - like a good little number two slayer - and it lands on Red. Sometimes, I think she can see right inside me. She’s looking at me like she can feel my pain. Guess she’s been there. I shrug and ask if she wants truth or dare. “Dare,” she says wisely - not even I’d’ve gone for another truth after her last one.
I think for a little while - what can I possibly dare Red to do that won’t just piss me off? I can’t ask her to do anything with B without scratching her eyes out, can’t do anything with Xander without ruining his chances for tonight, and asking her to do something with Jess just ain’t fair game. That leaves Dawn - but they’re like sisters, it just doesn’t seem right. Then it hits me. A wicked evil grin crosses my face.
“Red, I dare you to take your panties off without anyone else seeing.”
She smiles, blinks and wrinkles her nose a little. All of a sudden, a tiny, dark green, lace thong appears in her outstretched hand. “Easy,” she says, looking all cocky. She puts the panties in her handbag and spins the bottle, ignoring B’s complaints about her using mojo. Hell, it’s under control now - not like a little spell to sneak her knickers off is gonna send her all Evil Edna on us.
Anyway, the bottle falls on B again. Outta nowhere, I hear Red’s voice in my head, telling me she knows what’s going on and to trust her. I look back at her and let her know I hear. My eyebrows must be knitting together right now, cause I ain’t got a clue what to expect.
So…. B chooses dare.
Willow smiles, takes a swig of her beer and says: “I dare you to kiss Faith… passionately.”
Fuck! I think I’m gonna be sick. I hear Red telling me to calm down again.
B just laughs: “Oh, that’s easy…” she says as she turns towards me.
I wonder if Red’s cast a spell on her, but Red must’o’ heard my thoughts, ’cause I get a thorough telling off in my head. Apparently, she’s done no such thing - B’s not being influenced in any way.
I turn my head to the right slightly and see B gazing at me intently. Oh crap - she’s actually licking her lips. “Ready?” she asks. I don’t get time to respond before I feel the sweetest, softest most wonderful lips pressing gently against my own. They part slightly, and I feel B’s tongue brush over my lips, asking for entry. I willingly let her in. I feel her tongue moving against mine - it’s one of those slow, sensual kisses, smooth and full of promise. B’s kiss reminds me of silk and expensive red wine and dark chocolate. She’s asking for more without being demanding, and I know, at this moment, I‘d give her the stars if I could. I feel her hands pressing against my back, bringing me closer, so I tighten my own hold. Just when I can feel a thousand tiny thunderbolts tingling up and down my spine, just as I feel my breath catch in my throat, just when I think I’ve died and gone to the wrong place, B pulls back and I instantly miss her.
Everyone at the table is silent - I wonder if they’re under the same spell as me - Red included. B smiles and sits back down. The spell is broken when Xander tries to put his beer on the table but misses and drops it on his foot.
“That was…. nice,” I say. How lame am I?
B agrees though: “Yeah,” she says, “not bad - I’ve never kissed a woman before.”
And with that, she reaches forward to spin the bottle. Oh crap, no - please don’t let that be landing on me…. Damn! I move to the side, but the bottle still points in my direction. I hear Red’s voice again *What’s the matter Faith? Scared you’ll have to stand up?* she jokes. I glare in her direction, but she just shrugs.
B grins. “So, Faith, what’s it to be?”
I swallow hard and ask for a truth. Red’s right - there ain’t no way I’m gonna risk standing up right now - suit’s gonna need dry cleaning, that’s for sure, but there’s no way I’m broadcasting my current state of arousal to B and her precious pals.
B’s evil streak is coming out, that’s for sure. She hits me with a question: “Of all the women at this table, Faith, who would you sleep with?”. She smiles innocently and waits for my response.
Red looks down into her lap, and I hear her again *Sorry sport - you’re on your own now…* Gee, thanks.
What the fuck do I say now? And then I’m hit by a bolt of cleverness: “Well,” I say, trying to keep any measure of nervousness or arousal out of my voice, “I’m a slayer B - seems to me there’s only one other person here who’d be able to keep up. It’d need to be another slayer…” I wink and raise my glass in her direction.
Red’s laughing now, smiling openly at me and winking. She raises her glass in salute. Jessica does the same. Xander’s just sitting there slack jawed. I’m pretty sure he’s somewhere he shouldn’t be right now. Actually, B has a remarkably similar expression on her face, too. Round one to me, I reckon.
I send the bottle off and it lands on Jessica. She asks for a truth. I throw the same question at her. She thinks for a second and puts her hand on Xander’s thigh before she answers. I’m not sure whether she’s trying to stop him from running off to the men’s room for a special moment or just reassuring him. It’s only when I notice Dawn’s eyes widening to the size of dinner plates that I realise Jessica’s answered the question. I look between the two of them. Dawn’s now grinning like the Cheshire cat and Jess is actively stroking Xander’s thigh: “You don’t mind me saying that, do you Dawn?” she asks in a south London accent, “it’s just, well, it is truth or dare, and you are gorgeous.”
Dawn splutters: “No - I don’t mind. Just wasn’t expecting it. Thank you,” she answers, “You’re very lovely yourself. But I think you need to do something about Xander - he looks as though he might need emergency assistance.” She winks and nods towards the foyer! “I think the lifts are that way - you should probably take him to bed now.”
Yep - Dawnie’s growing up.
Xander and Jess exit stage left. So, that leaves me, B, Red and Dawnie.
Dawnie spins the bottle, only for it to land on big sis. A look passes between Dawn and Red. “Truth or dare, Buffy?” Dawn asks. B opts for dare again. I just hold still where I am and wait for the next bombshell.
Dawn issues her challenge: “Buffy, I dare you to lap dance anyone in the room - entirely your choice…” she moves her hand in a sweeping motion, letting B know she can take her choice from the multitude of hard-core partiers still left in the hotel.
B stands up, and I feel my heart start to break. Then she turns to face me and hitches up her dress. Oh. My. God. Then she speaks: “I choose Faith,” she says as she straddles my lap.
B’s sexy black number is now pulled right up to her thighs. Those same thighs are clamped around my own. She reaches up and pulls out the pin holding her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. She leans forward to balance herself. I can feel her breath on my face and her heat on my lap. Her breasts strain for release every time she surges forward. Damn! I don’t know whether I’ve gone to heaven or hell. I mean, fuck me, I have the woman of my dreams giving me a lap dance, but I know the rules all too well, and I’m not allowed to touch. I feel flustered - I don’t know where to put my hands. I must look like a total jerk to Dawn and Red, with my hands flailing everywhere in an effort to keep them away from B. I look up and find myself locked with her eyes. She smiles down at me and leans forward again - I have to put my head right back to stop myself getting a face full of B breast.
After what seems like either six years or six seconds, B stops grinding and gyrating and calmly swings her leg back over my lap. I look back at Red and Dawnie - something’s definitely going on between them. They both look kinda distracted. Before anyone can speak, Red’s standing up and making her excuses. Apparently, Dawnie’s feeling a little off, so Red’s taking her to bed - just to make sure she’s okay, you understand.
We watch them leave the room and then B speaks again: “Guess we’d better be heading up as well, huh?”
I’m still not fully recovered and reach forward to refill my shot glass with some wine left on the table. Here goes nothing: “B, if you really think I’m gonna stand up and walk across this floor in the state you’ve left me in, you really, really need to think again.” I bring the glass to my lips and neck it straight back before pouring another.
B looks a little wounded. I feel bad for being the cause of that, but I can’t believe she doesn’t know how I feel after all these years. Her voice cuts through my alcohol-incuded haze: “Faith… is this the real you or the wine talking?”
Now what the fuck do I say?
“Is this another truth question, B?” I ask. The mixture of smoke and booze has lowered my voice a little, and I sound a lot huskier than I intended to.
B turns and puts her hand on my wrist again, preventing the glass from nearing my lips, “I want the truth, Faith. It’s like there’s all this history between us and all these vibes and flirting, but I never know when you’re being honest and when you’re playing games.”
“I’m not playing games, B.” It sounds more bitter than I mean it to. But that’s unrequited love for you. It burns and it consumes. Crap - I sound like Spike.
B stands up and offers me her hand. I take it and she pulls me up. Silently, we walk to the lifts and move to the fifth floor. I stop at my room, but B just looks at me and pulls me further along the corridor. We finally stop outside room 538.
I watch B slip the key card into the lock, and it’s like everything’s in slow motion. I can’t quite believe this is happening. I’m guessing the great slayer just wants to talk things through - can’t have me embarrassing her in normal life now, can we? I feel the bile rise in my throat and unbidden tears beginning to sting my smoke-sore eyes as reality begins to sink in. I’m going back to Buffy Summers’ room - finally - to be told she’s not interested. She likes dead guys and real, corn-fed Iowa soldiers, remember? I silently curse myself for allowing my emotions to get so out of control.
We’re inside the room and the door has closed behind us. How the fuck did that happen? Must have drunk more than I thought. B’s turning around. Oh crap, she’s coming towards me…. Now what do I do? Jesus, I’m so fucking pathetic around her. I feel her put a hand on each of my shoulders and hold me firmly against the door. She’s a little shorter than me, but we’re about as strong as each other. No point trying to struggle now - she’s in control and I’m disadvantaged - there’s nowhere for me to move, and she knows it. I feel her breath on my face again and the heat from her skin is making my body tingle. She smells like raspberries and vanilla. She’s so close, her hair’s tickling my neck. Soft, silky hair. God, she’s so perfect. How could I ever think I might deserve her love?
I force my voice to work: “What’s goin’ on, B? Why are we here?” It’s a little shaky, but it’ll do.
She moves closer: “Truth or dare, F?”
Nothing to lose now: “Truth.”
She moves closer still - close enough to whisper. Her breath caresses my ear and her left hand slips from my shoulder to run up and down my arm: “Do you want me, Faith?”
Oh God! My little internal advisors are arguing to the death. *tell her you love her* one says, *no,* says the other, *do that and it’s all over.* I stall for time: “Are you sure you really want the truth, B?”
I feel her tongue snake out and brush my earlobe: “Tell me Faith. For once, be honest with me - even if it’s just tonight. Tomorrow you can run again, if you must - you can blame the drink or the atmosphere or the game, but tonight, please, just tell me the truth.” She asks me again: “Faith - do - you - want me?”
Did she just tell me I could run again? What the fuck does that mean? If I’m honest with her, will she run? Does she think she can just fuck with me, like she fucked with Spike? “B, I ain’t running nowhere, but I’m not gonna bear my soul just for you to get a kick outta someone, okay? If we’re doing this, it’s real…” Oh crap, that’s it - the tears are running now. Why do the tears always have to come? And why now? Why does she have to see? Why can’t they wait till I’m back in my room, like they usually do. She’s pulling away… now I’ve really fucked up. I feel her hand cup my cheek. Warm lips reach up and kiss away my tears… what the fuck?
She’s moving now, she’s got my hand again and she’s pulling me towards her bed. She spins me around and sits me on the edge of the mattress, then she’s in front of me again, kneeling so we’re at the same height. She hands me a tissue and I wipe my face with it. I screw the tissue up into a ball and hide it inside my fist. I swallow hard. My internal voices start again *tell her - you’ve fucked your cover now - might as well get it over with.* I shake my head and hit my fist against my temple. “Why now, B?” I ask, “You know how I feel - you’d have to be fuckin’ blind not to. I’m fucked up enough in here, B,” I say, pointing to my heart space, “you really don’t need to add to it!” I feel pissed off again now - it’s like she’s backed me into a corner and I can’t get out. There’s nowhere for me to hide here.
B’s stroking my arms again: “I don’t know how you feel, Faith. I really don’t. You blow hot and cold and,” she looks up at me and smiles, reaching up to move a lock of hair away from my eyes, “you just flirt outrageously with everyone. I don’t know if it’s different with me. You go so far, and then you start back pedalling. We swore once there’d be no more lies between us - why can’t you just be honest now?”
I swallow hard. There’s no breaking away from B’s gaze either. I take a deep breath. “B,” I say, my voice hoarse, “I can be honest. I’m more honest with you than anyone else - but if I run any risk of losing what we have, I’d rather just quit while I’m behind, you know? You’re the closest I got to friend or family, B - I can’t risk screwin’ that up again.”
She sounds sincere: “You won’t screw anything up Faith, I promise.”
I still don’t know what she wants from me. Does she want me to tell her I wanna jump her bones? Is that what this is about… a bit of rough and tumble ‘cause there are no eligible guys here? Or does she want me to tell her I love her? Is that what she wants? Is it?
“I don’t know what you want from me, B.”
“I want to know how you feel about me, about us,” she says, her voice all silky.
“Why, B? Why do I have to spell it out for ya? It’s not like you’d want anything lasting from this…” My words bite into her - they hurt her, and that hurts me. I watch as a single tear rolls down her cheek and I yearn to reach out and catch it. But I can’t. I speak again, trying to explain - to show her I didn’t want to hurt her: “B, please, don’t cry. I’m just confused - I mean, there was soul boy, and then Scott, and Riley….and Spike. Do we need to play guess the connection? They were all guys, B…”
She sniffs and looks up at me, unshed tears filling her gorgeous green eyes. She looks at me like this, and I just know I could drown in those eyes and never be happier. But I don’t deserve that. She stands up and moves to sit next to me on the bed. She takes my hand in hers - I’m very aware that I’m clutching my snotty tissue in it, so refuse to let her hold on properly.
“Faith,” she says, “look at me.”
I turn my head and hold my breath.
“Faith, you really wanna play guess the connection? Think about it… when you, when we, when you…” she struggles to find the words. I’m guessing she means when she stabbed me with my own knife. Don’t get me wrong - I deserved it and all - I’m past that now.
I throw the tissue away and hold her hand properly, stroking my thumb against the back of it: “You mean when I ended up in the coma?” I prompt. B nods. I urge her to go on…
“Well, before you were in hospital, who was I with?”
“Soulboy.”
“And you know I loved him, right?”
“You tried to kill me for him, B - I guess that means you had his name engraved on your heart pretty deep.” She tries to pull away and I realise I’ve hurt her again. I hold her hand steady and tell her I’m sorry, that I didn’t mean it to come out that way. I push her to go on: “B, what are you trying to tell me?”
She looks me straight in the eye: “Faith, after you’d gone, all the others, they never compared. I didn’t really want any of them. I was dead inside, and I was just trying to make myself feel again. I’d lost the one person in the entire world I loved more than life - it was like someone had reached inside me and torn out my heart. I don’t think I even knew how deep I was in it until it was too late. Nobody could touch me, because I’d pushed away the one person who meant more to me than anything would ever again. I stopped feeling, I stopped caring, I stopped living. When I died and they brought me back - I knew I didn’t need to jump off that scaffold. It just gave me the excuse I was looking for - I didn’t want to live without my love.”
I shrugged: “Why are you telling me this, B? I know you loved Angel - everybody knows. What does that have to do with this? With tonight?”
And then she starts speakin’ again, and I swear, her words just about knock me sideways: “I wasn’t talking about Angel.”
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry (again), kiss her or do cartwheels. Then I realise she doesn’t mean what I think she means - there’s just no way she means me. In the space of a few seconds I’ve felt like king of the friggin’ world before having the floor snatched from beneath me. I’m numb. Then I’m pissed again.
My voice is tinged with anger - I don’t mean it to be, but it’s there: “B, why are you telling me about your long lost love? I mean, are you trying to tear my heart out?” I stand up and walk towards the door, stopping one last time to make sure my exit’s dramatic enough: “You want the truth, B? I love you. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met, but I could never live up to you? I went off the rails and fell in with the mayor because I knew you could never look at me in the way I needed you to. When I shot soul boy, I was fuckin high as a kite to knock out my main competition, but then felt like my guts had been mangled ‘cause I hurt you. When I was in that coma, yours was the face that pulled me out. When I broke outa the pen, I broke out to help you. You’re my life, Elizabeth Ann Summers - you’re my soul, my heartbeat, my reason for being. So tomorrow, I’ll move my stuff and get the fuck outa your life - ‘cause even if you can live with my dirty secret, I’m not sure I can go on living with you every day and not be able to hold you - it just hurts too much.” Shit! It never sounded that lame in rehearsal!
The tears are flowing steadily now and as I turn to run out of the room, I hear a little voice. I’m pretty sure it ain’t the one in my head, but it sounds closer than someone sitting over on the bed. I turn to find B standing right behind me. She reaches up and strokes my face, running her hand behind to my neck and twining her fingers through my hair. I start to speak, but she silences me with her finger. “Ssshhh,” she says, “I meant you. Always. I love you. Always have, always will…. Angel just couldn’t measure up.”
Before I can form a coherent thought, she’s pulling me forward. She’s already on her tiptoes, so I dip my head slightly. Our lips meet for the second time tonight, and it’s like fireworks in the pit of my stomach. I can’t breathe through my nose from all the crying, so I reluctantly pull away for a few seconds. “B,” I say, “Are you sure this is what you want - ‘cause this can’t be a one night thing for me...” I feel my jacket being pushed from my shoulders and hear it land on the floor with a soft thud. I feel B’s fingers running up my back, unzipping the halter-neck top she’d chosen for me and unbuttoning the fastening at the back of my neck. She takes a step back and it falls to the floor. B gasps - she’s never seen me like this before. I watch her eyes trailing down my body, over my breasts and lingering for a few seconds on the ugly scar from my knife wound. She falls to her knees and kisses my scar, trailing her tongue around the edges. It’s my turn to gasp. I’m grinning so wide you’d think I slept with a coat hanger in my mouth. I turn to lock the door and then move back towards B. I allow my eyes to roam her body openly, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. Finally, I speak: “B, much as I love you in that dress, this is a little unfair, don’t ya think?” I look down at my bare chest and then over at B, still fully clothed, and make my way towards her.
She drapes her arms around my neck: “Better help me out of it then,” she says. I reach around to the back and unzip it, sliding the spaghetti straps down her shoulders and kissing her skin as I do so, following the path of the straps. The dress pools around her middle and I move my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Just looking at B like that, I feel like I’m gonna cum on the spot. B’s now wearing nothing but a sheer, black thong and her black stilettos. She looks at me admiring her and smiles, stepping out of her dress and reaching for my pants. She unbuttons and unzips them and pushes them down to my ankles. Unlike B, I’m more of a commando girl - I send a silent prayer that I made the effort to trim and shape when I took a shower earlier. I’m so turned on, you can smell it. With slayer senses, you’d smell my arousal tenfold. Believe me, B’s pretty turned on herself, but then, she’s still wearing her thong. That needs to change. I step out of my trousers and leave them in a heap, complete with the shoes. B’s at a distinct clothing advantage again. I look her up and down. Damn, she has the most perfect little breasts - small, but perfectly formed. I smile at the sight, which draws a tiny giggle from B. This must be a first for her - I vow to myself to make it special - real special. I lean in and kiss her on the lips, allowing my hands to trail down her sides. Slowly, I begin to move down her body. I stop at each breast, paying equal attention to each pert, pink nipple. I roll my tongue around them in turn, sucking lightly and grazing them lightly between my teeth. When I feel her breathing change, I kiss my way down her abdomen, dipping my tongue into her belly button before kissing my way down her legs, taking care to lick and suckle the backs of her knees - I know she’s a little ticklish there, so I figure they’re sensitive. Damn, I’m good!
Just when I think she’s about to pass out, I scoop her up, leaving her shoes on the floor and take her over to the bed. I lie her down on her back, move her knees up and crawl on top of her, so our bodies are pressed together - damn, when our breasts touch - I’ve never experienced anything like this before in my tiny. Maybe it’s something to do with the slayer connection - maybe it’s love. Either way, it’s totally new for me, and I think it is for B. I kiss her again, our tongues engaging in a gentle duel - this is loving, tender, sweet - it’s not the kind of sex I’m used to. I guess this is making love. I want her to know everything I have to offer, I want her to be mine and no one else’s - I want her to feel things she’s never felt before. I want our first time to be like nothing she’s ever dreamed of. I want to make her happy. I pull away and gaze into her eyes again. Her pupils are dilated - man, she’s beautiful. I tell her so and she smiles - I tell her I love her, B asks me to show her.
I snake down her body, taking time to kiss her neck, paying special attention to the pulse points and those tender areas where her jaw line meets her neck, I move down to her chest, gently kneading her breasts with my hands, sucking and nipping at her nipples, I move down past her abdomen, I can really smell her arousal now. I take my time, making sure she can feel my hot breath through her wet panties, but not getting close enough to touch. I kiss and nip my way down her inner thighs and make my way down, past her knees and to her ankles, licking and painting them with my tongue. Damn, I even suck her toes - she’s ticklish there, too. Her skin’s goosepimply now - I love having that effect on her. I kiss my way back up her legs until I reach my goal. I sit back on my heels and smile at her, tracing a line up the centre of her thong with my thumb: “You sure you want this?” I ask, tilting my head to one side and smiling that arrogant smile of mine.
I don’t think B can quite believe I’ve stopped to talk. She picks her head up a little and looks at me -she has one hand on her left breast, teasing her own erect bud, and one hand behind her head: “Faith,” she pants, “if you stop now, I swear I’ll never let you kiss me again - not for at least a week!” She smiles as best she can through her frustration: “Please, Faith,” she says again, “I need you - please, don’t stop now.” I love the way her voice sounds right now - all raw and needy - ‘specially the way she says my name - it sounds kinda like I belong to her. Never thought I’d enjoy that from anyone, but from B, it makes my heart sing. I could never refuse her anything.
I grin before going back down: “Okay,” I tell her, “You asked for it, babe.”
I run my fingers just inside her thong and lean down to kiss her through the material. My god, the sound she makes when I do that - if I wasn’t turned on before, I sure as hell am now. I tease her through the material a little, then decide the panties - sexy as they are - are too much of a barrier. There’s a tearing noise as I rip them off and cast them across the room.
Damn, she’s beautiful. I’d spent many a night wondering what Buff would be like, y’know, in the buff, but nothing could like up to the real thing. Lemme tell you, B has minimal tan lines, and the neatest, most gorgeous muff you could imagine. B’s nicely trimmed - just a tiny, close cropped triangle pointing me to paradise. Yeah, I know I sound corny as hell - but you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.
I dip my head and run my tongue along B’s opening, from her ass to her clit - damn, she’s making the horniest moans known to man - woman, in my case. I wanted to make this last, but I know now I won’t be able to - B’s already close. I stick my tongue deep inside her, tasting her, drinking all she can give me. I’m massaging her clit with my right thumb, and holding her wide open with my left hand. At some point, B’s legs have worked their way over my shoulders. I tell you, I’m in heaven. I work my way up, swirling my tongue around her swollen clit and moving my fingers down to tease her entrance. That’s when I hear her again: “Faith, please - inside, I want you inside me.” Again, I feel like I’m gonna cum just from the sound of her voice -it’s like warm honey. I keep swirling my tongue around her clit and slide two fingers into her cunt. I feel her walls clamping around my fingers, pulsating. I turn my hand a little and feel for her g-spot. Another wave of warm liquid tells me I’ve hit the mark. She tells me she needs more. I slip in another finger and tentatively reach for her ass with my little finger - she lets loose with a really loud moan-cum-scream… I’m guessing she likes that! I ask for confirmation - not easy when I’m trying to suck her love button, but she tells me all I need to know when she grasps the back of my head and pulls me further into her. I can feel her thigh muscles starting to tremble now - she’s close. Fuck! I’m actually gonna make Buffy Summers - the woman of my dreams and keeper of my heart - cum like a friggin’ train. I grin inwardly, feeling real smug. I keep sucking on her clit, stroking her g-spot and teasing her ass. It takes all my slayer strength to keep her on the bed. Finally, I feel her muscles go into overdrive and B lets out the most delicious scream - she actually screamed my name. MY name.
I stay down there for a minute, kissing her drenched cunt and gently licking her lips. She pulls me up and kisses me, long and deep. “Baby,” she says, “Why did we wait so long?” I smile and shrug; sometimes the best things are worth waiting for.
We’ve been lying like that for a few minutes when I’m being flipped over. B’s on top, hovering over me and offering her tits to my mouth. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better. It seems, despite a less than excellent school record, Miss Summers is a remarkably quick study. The last coherent thing she says to me is “I hope you’re not planning on much sleep tonight…”
I wake up the next morning in a strange room. I can’t feel my arm. I look down and see the world’s most beautiful woman draped over my naked body, with most of her weight on my arm. I grin to myself - damn, am I one lucky bitch? I’m just coming to when I hear voices coming from the next room… can it be? It is… I’m sure of it. Red is in the next room to us and is moaning as if her life depends on it. I reach down and kiss the top of B’s head: “B,” I say in a hushed whisper, “Wake up - there’s a very bad witch in the next room…”
B stirs a little and turns to kiss me. I kiss her right back, but then nod towards the next room - sure enough, that’s Red getting it on alright. B buries her head in my shoulder, trying not to laugh out loud. After a few minutes, there’s a second voice: “Come on,” it says, “you only get to cum if you say my name…”.
B and I look at each other in disbelief, and then we hear Red again: “Oohhh, Dawnie…”
Yep - Dawnie’s growing up.
At almost 10, we drag ourselves out of bed, get dressed and go down for breakfast. As I close the door behind us, I ask B one last question: “Truth or dare, B?”
“Truth,” she answers.
“Do you have any regrets about last night,” I ask, betraying my nervousness by chewing on my bottom lip.
B reaches up to kiss me on the tip of the nose: “Not a single one,” she says. “Truth or dare, Faith?” she asks in return.
“Dare,” I answer, bravely.
B takes my hand and pulls me into the elevator, turning to look me in the eye before voicing her challenge: “I dare you to stay with me for the rest of my life…”
How could I refuse?