The Process of Fornication
by Wingweaver
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
(Buffy's Pov)
I, Buffy Anne Summers, the strongest and longest living slayer, have a very important confession to make:
I'm in love with a girl named: Faith Lehane.
I know. You're shocked. You're probably saying to yourself. "What?! The Buffy Anne Summers widely known as 'The Slayer'?! The Buffy, who defeated the Judge with a rocket launcher? The Buffy, who faced the Master and defeated the Hellgod Glory?! Is in love with a girl?! A girl named Faith? And she has a surname?!"
Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes, she has a surname. Everybody has a surname… well except for Madonna and Cher. Right?
Anyway, some of you may have thought that it would be me and Angel (or maybe even Riley), but a vampire and a slayer? Together? There are certain things in this world that just won't mix. Like oil and water. Cobras and mongooses. Lit cigarettes and barrels of dynamite. Beer and Buffy—trust me I know that from experience.
I know Faith and I haven't been the best of friends in the past but now we're doing fine on the friendship thing. Angel had sent her here in Sunnydale to help us out with Glory, at first we were wary of her presence—especially me. We always expect her to go psycho on us and kill us in one swift motion or maybe do what she did three years ago: betraying us, taking sides with the bad guy, hurting my friends, my family and especially me. But instead of doing those things she did the very opposite of them. She saved: Dawn, my friends, the world and me. Yes me! Buffy! She saved me! Yep, Faith is officially my knight in shining armor or rather in skin tight leather pants that I want off of her.
Tonight we're gonna go Bronzing with the gang and I wanna look good for Faith, good enough to eat that is. And this piece of slayer booty is for Faith and Faith only.
Faith will be mine soon, very soon. Cue in evil laughter and music. (me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
(Faith's POV)
B's bein' weird.
When I mean weird. Weird in a way she's actin' when I'm around, y'know. Like whenever I smile at her she gives me this smile—usually reserved for Soulboy—or maybe when we patrol, she kinda drools. Especially when I'm walkin' a few ahead of her.
But the most weird thing Buffy did, happened three days ago. It wasn't really that weird it was just an unusual thing for her to do to me and it shocked the shit out of me.
I was walkin her home after patrol, usually we'd split after patrol but somethin' compelled me to stay and walk her home. We were talkin' `bout lots of stuff, mostly `bout my life. Pre-Sunnydale. Once we got to her house, we both stood at the front porch, lookin' like teenagers on an awkward first date. Dunno how long we've been standing there but it sure felt like forever.
And here comes the 'shocker'.
She hugged me. Yes she hugged me. Hug as in when you put your arms around someone and pull that person close to your body and hold them there for a very long time. She pulled away with a small smile on her face then walked backwards towards the door—her eyes never leaving me. I snapped out of my daze as soon as the door closed and walked back to my apartment, watched Bring it On and went to sleep.
That was three days ago after patrol.
The next day it happened again only this time it happened twice. First when we were trainin' at the Magic Box. B and I are slayers and like any other slayer we have our strengths and weaknesses. When in combat B's stronger while I'm faster that's why I'm able to dodge most of her blows but then I got distracted so the next thing I knew she had me pinned face down against the floor, my arms secured in a strong hold. But 'normally' when you pin someone in this position, ya don't usually rub your crotch, erotically, against your victim's ass. In other words she was humpin' me. Until Anya stumbled in, she looked like she was spyin' on us.
Second was after patrol. Slayin' was hectic that night, lotsa vamps poppin' out here and there. And we all know the after effects of slayin', right? Well, I walked her home like the previous night and hugged me. But instead of puttin' her head on my shoulder, she had it between my breasts and I think her right hand was inchin' its way towards my ass. She was slowly movin' it down inch by inch. She was almost there when Dawn opened the door—y'know as much as I love Dawn like a sister, I really, really wanted to strangle her there.
Our moment ruined—courtesy of Dawn Summers a.k.a 'Buffy's-annoying-little-sister-and-key-to-a-hell-dimension'. B reluctantly backed away from, her eyes focused on me or rather on my breasts. We said our goodnights and I went home, watched Cruel Intentions—damn that Sarah chick was hot—then went to sleep.
That was two days ago, during training and after patrol.
What happened yesterday is what shocked me most. There were lotsa vamps in this crypt and B and I were dustin' em' without a problem but then I got distracted—again—got kicked in the head by a vamp then passed out, cuz that kick hurt a lot and the next thing I knew my head is on B's lap and she kept muttering something like 'don't die, don't die' over and over again. With tears runnin' down her face.
I reach up then placed my hand on her cheek, wipin' the tears away. She looked down at me, her eyes relief and… love? Then she pulled me into a tight hug—so tight that I think I broke my ribs—and cried in to my shoulder. I placed my hand on the small of her back, making small circles, my feeble attempt to soothe her seems to calm her down—cuz I got no clue on how to do this comfortin' a friend thing but I do know of a way of 'comfortin' someone but I'm not sure if B would appreciate it, cuz y'know… well… um, ok.
So me and B sat there `til our butts got sore. Then she walked me backed to my apartment, helped me take care of my wounds then she went home but not before giving me a goodbye kiss… on the cheek, not on the lips—which is kinda disappointing cuz I so want her to kiss on the lips, upper pair not the ones down. Perverts. Anyway the author of this story is a Psychotic Pervert who has serious 'issues.' (me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Good thing you know.)
I'm telling you these things cuz… I'm in love with Buffy and I think she likes me too… but the problem is… I'm scared. I'm not scared of love—used to be—but I'm scared of loving her again, cuz the last time I tried to show it I ended bein' the bad girl, playin' on the wrong side and I don't wanna go back to my old ways again.
Y'know the one with the maimin' and the killin' way. Okay, so I didn't maim anyone but I did a bit of the killin'.
Now I'm here at the Bronze, with B and the Scoobs—minus Giles, since he's too old for this stuff—tryin' to drink myself to oblivion and tryin' to convince myself that B's jus' bein friendly to and that she's way outta my league and that she's still in love with Soulboy and that she will never look at me the way I want her to and that she doesn't love me. And did I mention that she's still in love with Soulboy?
'God Faith, brood much!' Y'know… that voice awfully sounded a lot like Queen C that's what she probably would have said if she was here. The time I spent in LA and Cordelia… her voice kinda became my 'conscience', especially when I'm broodin'. Cuz I'd be sittin' in the bar—me dinkin' beer and her watching me brood with an amused look on her face.
I got no problem with her watching me, cuz I know I'm hot and but what's with the amused look? I asked her once and she said it's cute when I brood cuz I make this little frowny face accessorized with a tiny pout.
One thing you should know about Faith the Vampire Slayer is that I don't do CUTE! And with that a beautiful friendship blossomed. And of all the people in the world I never expected her to be my friend, the first I ever had. Yeah, she can be a huge pain in the ass but she's a great friend. She was always there for me, supportin' me and stuff but when Angel told me I got to go to Sunnyhell, I said NO.
Then she came to me and 'threatened' me to go to Sunnyhell whether I like it or not. One thing you should know about the Queen is that she's scary when she's pissed off, scarier than any demon or vampire I faced and because I cower before her presence I agreed.
At first my plan was to come here, help the Scoobs out then go back to LA, forget B `bout, forget `bout the Scoobs and brood. But she told me stay here cuz one: LA ain't big enough for two hot brunettes, two: she knows that I need to be here and three: she said something good will happen if I stayed. I didn't believe her at first but she claimed she had a vision or something and I know Queen C wouldn't lie; she's got no reason to.
Anyway, enough with the broodin', B's somewhere out there dancin' her ass off with Muffet(Dawn), Red and Blondie while X-man and Anya are makin' out not so far away from me. A very disturbing image I must say. Good thing Muffet ain't here to see this.
Okay, no need to get away from here, maybe dancin' would help make me feel better.
(Author's POV)
Buffy watched the brunette dance in the middle of the dance floor and almost immediately her object of affection was approached by a girl. The girl leaned in close and whispered into Faith's ear, the blonde couldn't see Faith's expression but she did see her take the girl's hand and continued to dance.
Something the blonde expected, Faith could ask anyone here to dance and she was sure that the majority of them would want to go home with the brunette, boy or girl. Half way through the song the girl turned, her back pressed up against Faith's front.
The girl took Faith's hand and placed it on her hips. But the sultry brunette made no move to explore her dance partner's body. Buffy noticed this and weaved her way towards the brunette. When she was close enough, she stopped and admired Faith's curves, her body completely in time with the music.
Sweat glistened across the skin and the blonde imagined herself licking them off of Faith as she writhed in ecstasy. When the song ended Buffy wrapped an arm around the brunette's waist, pushing the girl away. Both girls moved together, eyes closed, the blonde's front pressed up against back, both lost in the music, both lost in each other's presence. The brunette's previous partner forgotten like a… like something that could be forgotten in less than five seconds.
(Buffy's POV)
My hands roamed her body, our hips grinding against each other and I think I'm gonna come, just by touching her like this. Oh my god, it's really convenient that her ass is rubbing against my crotch… gives me a really nice feeling, y'know the low down tickle. Hmm… nice.
As much I would like to stay on that subject—hell I could even write a novel about it, especially about Faith's ass and how nice it looks in her leather pants—but I have Faith to do.
She turns in my arms, her hands moving around me to link together on my back and mine to wrap around her neck, pulling her body close to me. My small but perky breast pressed against her… I don't how to describe but it's somewhere near perfect.
I pull her head down for a kiss, as soon as our lips touched a shiver went through my body, bouncing back and forth from my head down to my toes then making a stop somewhere in the groinal area. Tickles.
I slipped my tongue just a little bit and used it to trace her lips. Her body tensed at first, probably shocked that I'm doing this then opened her mouth allowing me to explore her mouth.
(Author's POV)
The slayers have stopped dancing but continued to kiss, lost in their own little world. Across the room the Scoobies gawked at the slayers make out skills. Dawn and Anya held their hands out to Xander, a stricken look marring his manly features.
Xander reluctantly took his wallet out then gave Anya his credit card and Dawn a hundred dollars. Both girls stood up then made their way towards the bar while the witches watched the slayers kiss with small smiles on their faces and mentally taking notes in making out.
(Faith's POV)
I pull away reluctantly, my tinglin' because or her lips. We take a few deep breathes before leanin' in again. Smashin' our mouths roughly this time, our lust takin' control of us, our tongues movin' against' each other's and I feel so fuckin' poetic jus by kissin' her. She tightened her hold on me, pushin' our bodies so close that it makes it hard to breathe.
Fuck knows how long we've been kissin' but we eventually pulled away when the possibility of us passin' out due to the lack of oxygen became an issue.
"I think…" She starts, faced flushed, breathin' heavy. "…we need to go."
"Uh, yeah, I think we should." Smooth Faith, very smooth. Moron.
(Buffy's POV)
I sighed in relief, glad that she didn't slug me or throw me across the room out shock.
"Come on." I say in a very sexy voice before taking her hand and dragging her towards the exit with haste.
(Buffy's POV)
"B, wait." Faith tugs on my hand, halting our exit. What?! Noooo! I've waited long enough! We must make haste!! Time is a wasting!
"Yo, B. Chill ya don't hafta hurry, we've got all night." Did I just say that out loud?!
She laughs, the sound reverberating deep from her throat, making it sound sexy and… shut up she's talking. "Yeah ya did B, loud and clear."
"But why wait." I cross my arms and go on full pout mode, complete with puppy dog eyes. See how damn cute I am? I am cute! Buffy Summers The Cutest Vampire Slayer in the World when she's pouting. See. Cute!
"Aw B, ya look so cute." See, she noticed it too! I'm cute! "I'm jus' gonna get and say goodbye to the Scoobs. Wouldn't wanna leave em' wonderin' where their favorite slayers had to would ya?"
I guess. But I'm sure Willow and Tara would take care of them. They know about the whole thing—the me making a move on Faith tonight—and what I'm gonna do to Faith later on tonight.
"Okay, I'll just wait for you outside." I give her another kiss before turning around, walking towards the exit again and making sure that I add some extra sway to my hips. And wiggle my butt for good measure. I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot…
(Faith's POV)
Did B jus wiggle her butt for me? Oh yes she did…
I shake my head a little snappin' myself out of my bewildered condition (me: in other words she went to NC-17 land with Buffy's ass) then made my way towards the Scoobs, ignorin' the author's comment. Pervert.
I don't see Muffet or Anya anywhere so they must be somewhere, Xander lookin' a little distraught there while the witches are sendin' suspicious looks at each other and… me!?
Uh… okay they're lookin' at me! Oh my god!
I take my jacket, said my goodbyes then quickly, as quickly headed towards the exit. But wait.
If Buffy jus' playin' with me? And if she is then why? Easy you idiot, you've got mad skills. But what if she's serious `bout this and really wants to be with me? But what if—No, no… don't got thinkin' that way Faith these thoughts, these doubts are one of the reasons why you went psycho years ago. You have to trust Buffy. You gotta have Faith in her and I know she won't hurt me, she promised.
(Author's POV)
Outside the Bronze, Buffy bounced on her toes, thinking about panty colors and what they meant and waiting patiently for the brunette to come out.
'White means calm. Red means wild. Blue hmm… romantic? Pink is sweet. Black is sexy. Hmm… Faith in black lingerie, Faith in red lingerie, Faith without lingerie! Hmm… nice, very nice… very, very sexy… hmm… Faith in a bikini, Faith with nothing on! Okay I'm horny and I love Faith… hmm… Faith…'
Thought Buffy the perverted-love-sick-slayer, still waiting for Faith. Waiting, patiently.
(Faith's POV)
I'm sure B's into me. Well with the kissin' me in public and the humpin' my ass during training—that experience I will never forget. Those were huge neon signs that says "Buffy likes you" and "Buffy wants you."
But does Buffy love me the way I love her? Is she just doin' this out of the post-slayage hornies? Why am I movin' towards the door without my own volition?
I turn around and see Red and Blondie push my stumblin' ass out of the Bronze and look straight ahead and find myself fallin' towards B's open arms. I guess I'm fallin' in love—literally.
(Buffy's POV)
There are three main physical aspects of Faith that I love most. One: is her oh so squeezable ass—which I am groping as of the moment. two: is her very, very, nice breast that I really, really, want to hold but then I can't cause my hands are currently occupied. And three: her eyes. Whenever I look at her it's as if I'm looking directly at her soul and when she looks at me it's like she's doing the same thing too. And sometimes I can feel our souls touch, y'know a little caress here, a little mingling there. If the third one didn't make any sense that means the author's an idiot. (me: hi! I'm an idiot!)
"Well lookie what I've found." Said a vampire.
Y'know I noticed something about the Hellmouth. Whenever you need a vampire to come out and kill you, nothing comes. BUT when you DON'T need one to come out and kill you, they come. What the fuck!! And he has to pop out when I'm having a moment with Faith. A very special moment!! A groping moment!! I'm gonna go Grr and Arrg and he's gonna run squealing like a girl I dust him.
"Don't worry Faith. I'll take care of…" I said placing my hand on her shoulder which seems to be softer that I thought it should be. I look down and find my hand on her breast. Ahh… soft, must squeeze it—Buffy stop! You pervert! But then the author of this story is a psychotic pervert. (me: I'm not psychotic. I'm not a pervert. Green minded yeah…)
I look up and see her smirking at me, my face turning redder than Wil's hair. It was my hands fault! Not me! I was aiming for her shoulder not her breast! So that hand is not mine but that hand is attached to my arm which is connected to my body and my body is attached to my head and that head contains my brain.
She takes my hand, the one that's on her breast and puts a stake in it then she takes a few steps back to lean against the wall.
I turn around and faced the vampire that disrupted our groping session.
Payback's a bitch.
(Faith's POV)
Damn, remind me not to piss B off in the future. She just walked up to that vamp and a minute later he's dust. I know B coulda dusted him faster than that but I guess she was makin' on the payback for disturbin' us.
And now she's gropin' me again only this time we're walkin' towards B's house. But I gotta lead the way cuz she's been starin' at my breasts the whole time and she ain't taking her hand off my ass. Not that I'm complainin' or anythin'.
"B."
No response.
"B?"
Still starin' at my breasts.
"B!"
"Huh?" She looks up at me, startled, with a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Wonder what she's thinkin'?
"Oh." I guess she ain't lettin' me go cuz she's still gropin' me so I take her keys from the back pocket of her jeans, I give it a little pinch and she yelps.
She shakes her head then takes her keys from my hand. She stands in front me, giving me a view of her ass as she fumbled with her keys. Did I mention that B has a nice cute ass? No? Okay.
B has a nice cute ass. Looks better when your closer, makes want to bite it.
Now that I mentioned it, I took a step forward standin' unnecessarily close to B's back. She must've noticed what I was doing cuz she thrust her hips back, her ass rubbin' against my crotch and I have to stop myself from groanin'. To an outsiders point of view, they wouldn't have noticed that move but if they look closer they'll notice B moving her ass.
I place my hand on her hips, leanin' forward slightly I let my breath tickle the back of her ears. I'm startin' to wonder what's takin' her so long to open the damn door.
All of a sudden she spins around then grabbed the front of my shirt, pullin' me down for a kiss. It was hot and heavy. Didn't think B was the aggressive type but damn that's a huge turn on. She opens the door, still kissin' me then walked backwards pullin' me along then I kicked the door shut once we're inside.
...to be continued...