Title: Buffy's First
Author: Faith Alana Alastair
Pairing: Faith/Buffy
Rating: NC-17 for
Summary: Buffy's first...what, you ask?
Disclaimer: Dear Joss, don't sue. Please. I own nothing, I am not worthy. I just love your slayers.
Author's Notes: I haven't read the comics much yet, but I can see this happening somewhere in S8 from what I have read. total AU, though
Feedback: Please... email me at falastair
Faith stood at the window of Buffy's new house, smoking and looking at the falling snow. Xander had done an excellent job, recreating the house that once stood on Revello Drive in Sunnydale. Sunnydale that was now a no-longer-smoking crater in California. Faith caught Buffy's reflection, sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette, coming down off the high they'd created only moments earlier. She smirked at their combined reflection, remembering Buffy's first cigarette.
Buffy sat up, rolling slightly to lean on an elbow and gaze at her newfound lover. "That was intense."
Faith smirked, and reached for her cigarettes. "Damn right." She lit two, and handed one to Buffy. "Here, B."
Buffy wrinkled her nose. "I don't smoke, Faith."
Faith snorted. "C'mon B, you can slay demons, but you can't take a drag off a cigarette? It ain't like it's gonna kill you, us hot chicks with superpowers, we got stayin' power."
Buffy shrugged, and sat up, crossing her legs under her. She took the cigarette from Faith, holding it gingerly between her first and second fingers, and put it to her lips, sucking gently and inhaling.
Faith watched, her lips parted, and let her eyes lose focus, thinking back a few minutes to Buffy sucking that way on her nipples, dusty rose colored, and taut. She moaned low in her throat, almost a growl, and let her nails trail down Buffy's sides and back, then scratched them up again. She was brought out of her reverie by the sound of Buffy coughing. She turned, her eyes bright with laughter she didn't let loose. "C'mon, B, you've gotta be kidding."
Buffy coughed once more, then looked in Faith's eyes, her own smoldering with barely masked embarrassment. She took a long, slow deliberate drag, and exhaled in Faith's face. "Better?"
Faith grinned, and plucked it from her fingers, stubbing both of them out in the bedside ashtray. "Much." She pushed Buffy down to the bed, pinning her hands above her head. "Ready for some more...training?" She grinned again, then leaned down and kissed her lover deeply.
Buffy smiled and wrapped her arms around Faith. "Born ready."
