"Where'd he go? Do you think he went inside?" Buffy motioned to a rundown warehouse ahead, stake in hand. She's wearing a loose printed shirt, cutoffs and pink high-cut chucks.

"I'm sorry. I'm just totally thrown off by the cutoffs. And the Sonic Youth shirt? Whattup with the getup, B?" Faith brushed the back of her hand on her chin, stifling a chuckle.

"It's not as cold here compared to Sunnydale, so I can wear less. What, you don't like?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I approve. It's boho, it's punk, but what do you know, it's still you. Girly and shit with the pink chucks and all. City's doing you good, blondie."

"I like your getup too." Buffy smiled but kept her eyes on the warehouse. Faith was wearing a black tank top tucked inside her high-waisted skinny jeans and doc martens. "Still edgy but more mature. I like it. It's a great look on you."

Faith ran a hand through her hair. She was sweating lightly, still adjusting to the warm climate. "Thanks, twinkie. You're right though, it's warmer here."

"Mother Slayer." Buffy muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I remember how you first called me 'Mother Slayer' as a joke, till it caught on."

"You practically gave birth to all the slayers, B. It was your idea to activate them."

"Now, I'm a proud mom of 1,800 slayers. 500 of whom was under my command in Scotland. As the rest try to run me out of town."

"They grow up so fast."

Buffy cracked up, laughing back at Faith who flashed her a dimpled grin. No one can really make her laugh quite like Faith. Come to think of it, she's never had a funny friend or lover that made her laugh like Faith. Xander didn't even come close. On the other hand, most of her exes were serious, mysterious and brooding. Hiding a checkered past or a secret army facility. Ridiculous.

Buffy paused so Faith could catch up. "The two of us, we're the only remaining Slayers called in the traditional sense. The sole living ancestors of the Slayer lineage."

"Right. And you're Mother. Although, you did die - twice, which got me called. So technically I'm Mother, which makes you Grandma Slayer."

"Faithy, everybody agreed that we're both Mother Slayers, Parent Slayers, except you."

"Don't like labels. But we are the last of our kind, you're right. We had a Watcher, one for each Slayer, not one is to one squad like our girls now. And way better training."

"And more experience with monsters and ghouls. It makes me sad that they couldn't have what we had. That I couldn't give it to them." Buffy's lips formed a pout. "And I don't want to be called grandma."

"Cheer up, grandma. We'll help them. Any way we can. Or die trying."

Buffy's glared at her. "I resent the grandma part."

They continued walking toward the warehouse. Stepping inside, it was pitch black. Buffy fumbled in the dark, her hands outstretched. She stopped moving forward and took a step back, tripping over Faith's foot. Faith instinctively wrapped an arm around Buffy's waist to keep her from getting out of balance. Their bodies pressed together.

"We should fall back. We don't know what's in here." Buffy's voice echoed just as halogen light bulbs flickered on overhead, blinding them momentarily. They shielded their eyes with their arms. As soon as they got used to the brightness, they spotted six big nasty vampires surrounding them.

"Can I still take you up on that offer?" Faith deadpanned, holding her from behind.

Two vampires lunged as they separate. Buffy ducked under the demon. She karate chopped his nape and struck him with a knee. The vamp hit the ground hard, leaving a tiny window open for Buffy to stake him in the back.

Faith gets tackled, hitting the ground with a loud thud. She used the momentum to throw the demon over her head. Recovering quickly, she resumed her stance. So did the vamp now lunging at her again. Another one grabbed her from behind. From that position she kicked the incoming vamp in the head. Elbowing the one behind her, she grabbed his hand, took it all the way back before breaking it. Faith stabbed the demon in the back as well.

Opening up another can of whoop ass on the remaining vamps, they finally killed all of them. Buffy was so fired up, she attacked Faith when she crept from behind, pinning her against the wall.

"Whoah, grandma. It's me Faithy, remember?"

"I told you, stop calling me that." Buffy pressed harder against Faith, their faces an inch apart. The energy emanating from them, left over from the fight, was too much. There was something else too, a different kind of tension. She looked Faith in the eyes, and felt herself longing for a connection, tired of cutting herself off from the world that didn't care or understand. Only Faith knows what a lonesome life a slayer has. Not the vamps or the other guys she dated. Leaning in, she kissed the brunette.

Buffy tore herself away, one hand over her mouth. "I'm such a freak for doing that. I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Faith pulled her back and they resumed kissing. Her hands traveled all over Buffy's body, groping her breast, and her ass. Buffy whimpered at every touch.

Her mouth wanted to explore every inch of Buffy's body. Every nook, every crevice. Faith pulled her shirt up over her head, throwing it behind them. She went to work on Buffy's breasts. Getting rid of the bra, Faith placed her mouth over the fleshy mound, sucking fervently like her life depended on it. Her tongue stroked the nipple angrily, sending a strong jolt at Buffy's throbbing clit as a loud cry escaped her lips.

Faith took off her pants before kneeling down, undoing Buffy's shorts and sliding it down to her feet along with her panties. She pulled Buffy closer to her mouth, inserting her tongue between the folds. Faith's tongue was furious, lapping up all of Buffy's warm juices. The sensation drove the blond crazy. She wanted more, she wanted release. She reached for her breasts and started shaking them fiercely, in tune with Faith's tongue.

Buffy grunted in protest for losing the tongue inside her when Faith pulled her down, and lay her gently on the cold warehouse floor. She took off Faith's tank top and bra at a blinding speed, all the while sucking on her tongue. Not to be outdone, Buffy rolled her over, coming up on top. She trailed kisses all the way down to Faith's inner thighs where she licked an invisible icing. Turning her attention on her shaved pussy, Buffy's tongue explored her wet folds. She played with Faith's swollen clit, prompting a loud moan from Faith.

"Fuck. Just like thaaat." Faith was gyrating. She cupped her breasts and shook them up and down, moaning all the way to climax. But Buffy didn't stop eating her. She kept going, pushing Faith over the edge. The brunette jerked violently as the second orgasm washed over her. Buffy trailed kisses from her clit, to her navel, and up to her lips, lying on top of Faith's heaving chest. Their nakedness kept them warm from the cold surrounding.

"Oh man, oh man, where'd you ever learn to fuck like that, B?"

Buffy briefly looked up, gleam in her eyes. "I watch porn too, you know."

"Of course you do, blondie. And you know what they say, the show's not over till the blond lady sings."

Faith rolled her over, pinning her hands above her head. "And I'm gonna make you sing, blondie." The brunette sported an evil grin.

Faith went to work on Buffy's throbbing clit, flicking it with her tongue. Then she took two fingers and thrust them inside Buffy's warm hole, moving them in a circular motion. Faith knew moving it this way was so much better than just thrusting in and out. And she was right. Buffy was yelling on top of her lungs, pleading for her not to stop, her hips bucking wildly.

Buffy arched her back, nearing her release. Her body shook as she reached her climax. Faith's tongue still played with Buffy's clit and her fingers still moved inside her, as if reaching for something. A spot that cradled sensitive nerve endings. And when the right amount of pressure is applied - Buffy let out a shriek as the next orgasm imploded, enveloping her entire being.

Faith lay beside her, taking her in her arms. They just lay there without saying a word, eyes closed. Both were jaded but it was a good kind of jaded. Faith started to hum a tune, singing a line.

"All I want is to feel this way
To be this close
To feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks
F
eel it say..."

Buffy smiled against her skin. She never knew Faith could sing and has never heard her do it. Her voice was beautiful. It was husky and low, soulful and tinged with melancholy, but beautiful.