The Eyes of Herself
It was her, and yet it was not her. "We mustn't do this, it's wrong," Buffy protested, half-heartedly pushing her away.
"What's the matter, scared of a little girl on girl action, B? You know you've always wanted it right from when we first met." Faith's thoughts darted back a year to the heart she'd drawn on the window, and the surprised and bewildered expression on Buffy's face when she noticed her. It was an expression that tried, but failed to conceal Buffy's obvious desires. She knew it then and she knew it now, as she saw the same expression yet again reflected back at her confusedly. Faith well knew the erotic effect she had on people – men and women alike - and that in this case the law of opposites attracted Buffy to her a whole lot more than was usual. Yet, she desperately wanted to have Buffy as much as Buffy wanted her and she wasn't about to waste this opportunity to have a taste of the Slayer she should have been, but could never be.
"Yes, I … have always wanted it," she admitted coyly, hanging her head in shame. "But not like this, never like this. Because this is … wrong."
"It's not wrong, it's just different. C'mon, we'll never have another chance to do something like this B. Seize the day, Buff, it'll be Five by Five, you'll see."
Buffy looked into Faith's eyes and she saw the eyes of herself, the Slayer, staring longingly back at her. She was beautiful; strong, powerful, arousing. Everything that a Slayer should be and more. She looked into those eyes and for a moment she felt proud. She looked into Faith's eyes but she didn't see Faith, she saw herself, a beautiful young powerful blonde girl; strong, muscular and capable of making short work of the most dangerous adversaries, yet small, fragile and in need of comfort. But her personality - not the one she recognised in herself - didn't shine back at her through those eyes. Instead she saw fierce selfish evil, a desire to take, and a will to get what it wanted at whatever the cost. Or did she? – for a second she thought she saw her own fragility, the need for consolation reflected back in her own eyes. Her opposite; they were the same, but so very different.
Buffy looked at this twisted reflection of herself and, though it was wrong, she melted with desire for it. Was it lust for Faith, and the perverted lustful look in her eyes, or desire for that part of herself reflected back, that she never had the opportunity to express? Before she could stop herself Buffy was ripping off her clothes from off of her body. She was kissing her own lips and her own neck. She was caressing her own firm breasts, leaving a trail of kisses across her own stomach, tasting the wet juices that flowed from her own pussy and hearing her own voice moaning from the sensual pleasures of her touch; and she was aroused, full of more passions and desire than she had ever been in her life. Faith was right and she hated her for being right; but as wrong as this was, the experience made her come alive and in that intense moment of making her body cum, her mind could see every part of herself in an entirely new way. In that intense orgasmic moment, Buffy could see a multitude new possibilities.
When it was done the two Slayers lay together naked and spent from their illicit passions. "Shall we do this again when we get back into our own bodies?" Buffy asked tentatively.
"I don't know, I might not fancy you so much when you're you," came the retort.
"Five by Five," Buffy nodded, "Five by Five." They looked at one another and kissed, a slow and lingering kiss. In that moment at least they were one.