Buffy reached out and gave Faith's butt a smack. "Damn, I was hoping to add a few kinks. I've been out of the love game for awhile, but if you're Pure Faith now, I can do vanilla." Kissing Faith's lips Buffy walked out the door and walked over to knock on Tory's door.

She opened it with a smile. "Hey, Mom, what's up?"

"Your Aunt Faith and I were going to get some ice cream, and she suggested getting you all sugared up. I think she also said something about letting you ride piggyback to the kitchen." Buffy smiled as Tory ran past her. Faith was going to kick her ass.

Faith's head was buzzing. Buffy…and kink. No fucking way. Grinning goofily, she followed Buffy down the hall, mind filled with all kinds of nasty and naughty images. Her personal favorite was Buffy in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over a real school desk while Faith paddled her ass.

That's probably why she didn't see or hear Tory come running. She hit Faith dead on – and they both toppled to the floor. Faith was on the bottom. Her head thunked onto the floor, and she grunted from the impact.

Buffy heard the thunk and went running down the hall. When Buffy got there, Tory was hysterical. "I'm sorry, Aunt Faith. Mom said you were giving me a piggyback ride, and I figured you heard me. I'm sorry," she babbled as Buffy scooped her up knelt next to Faith.

"Goddess, Faith, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Buffy stroked her daughter's back with one hand and Faith's cheek with the other.

"I'm fine," Faith gasped out, trying to smile. Tory was so pale, she thought the little girl might pass out. Faith wasn't letting her know she couldn't breathe and there were little black dots in front of her eyes. "I've got a hard head. Just ask your mom." That was better. She got a smile and a giggle. "Now, I think someone mentioned a piggyback ride." Faith slowly climbed up and turned around, holding back a groan. "Hop on, T. I'm ready for ice cream."

Buffy smelled the Tory coddling from a mile away. Faith was taking it easy tonight. She know Faith was a Slayer. Injuries still hurt, and Faith had taken a hard hit to the head. "Oh, and big surprise, Faith. Tory has your taste in ice cream." They were a lot alike. Then again, Faith and Pike were quite similar except for the Slayerness. Buffy couldn't wait for the rest of the family meet Tory. She just hope she don't get blasted for hiding her.

"Another chocolate fiend?" Faith tilted her head back carefully, grinning at the wide smile Tory gave me. "Huh. We need to set some ground rules then, 'cause I don't share when it comes to chocolate."

When they got to the kitchen, Faith lifted Tory down and slumped onto a stool. Her head throbbed. Whoo hoo. Another concussion. At least this time she wasn't in a cemetery surrounded by vampires. She'd make Buffy play nurse when we got back to the bedroom.

Buffy laughed even harder. "She is a chocolate fiend after your own heart. She gets testy when someone tries to take her chocolate, too." Kissing Faith's head, she then pulled out the three half-gallons of ice cream: two straight up chocolates and her own mint chocolate chip.

"Holy crap,you two are together, aren't you?" Tory asked, passing out spoons. Buffy wanted to say yes, but she didn't want to pressure Faith.

"Your mom let you talk like that?" Faith asked, pinning Tory with an Evil Eye. She'd learned it from Cordelia back in LA.

Damned kid. She just stuck her tongue out and scooped up a huge bite of ice cream.

Using Slayer speed, Faith grabbed her spoon. "I asked you a question, Little T." If she and Buffy were going to do this thing, she wasn't letting her little girl turn out like herself – in any way.

And Faith said she wasn't going to be a Mama, Buffy thought as Tory whispered, "Not really. Sorry, Faith." She was heartbroken at disappointing Faith.

"That's one of the things I have been working on. Like everything else, though, it has been a work in progress." What could Buffy say? She'd just come back into her daughter's life a few months ago.

Winking, Faith let go of Tory's spoon and tapped her nose. "No big, Little T. Just wanting to make sure you didn't end up a potty mouth like your Aunt Willow." Willow was going to kill her, but it would be worth it when Tory asked her about it. Faith knew she would. Kids always asked the damndest questions at the worst time.

"Now, to answer your question…yeah, your mom and I are together." It was hard to say. Faith kept wanting to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She stuffed some ice cream in her mouth to give her time to get her cool back.

Buffy pulled her stool up behind Faith's. "But Grandpa Giles has the pottiest mouth of them all. I'm thinking of not introducing you to him at all." She tapped Faith's back as she choked on her bite of ice cream while trying not to laugh. "Stick with your Aunts Dawn and Tara; they won't lead you astray."

Tory's face broke out in a huge smile. "Thank you. Faith. I like seeing Mom like this." She leaned forward and gave Faith a chocolate kiss.

"You're welcome, T." Faith waited until she went back to eating to scrub at the sticky lip prints on her face. "I'm sure Grandpa Giles will just love that idea, B," she whispered in a voice she hoped only Buffy could hear. Buffy was liable to wake Ripper if she tried to hide Tory.

Buffy kissed Faith back. She was sure Giles was going to love Tory. "Oh, sweetie, I almost forgot. Your Uncle Xander is a big fat liar. Do not believe a thing that comes out of his mouth, and if Aunt Anya starts to talk, plug your ears." She didn't need her daughter hearing about orgasms this early in her life.

"Exactly how big is my family?" Tory asked as Buffy leaned her head on Faith's back.

"Pretty big, T." Faith sucked on her spoon while she did a mental head count. "Red and Big T." She couldn't call Tara just T anymore. "X-Man and Anya." Somehow, she'd never come up with a good name for her. "Grandpa Giles and Liv, Little D and Junior, and about a thousand crazy mini-Slayers." OK, the last was a slight exaggeration. It was more like a hundred.

Tory dropped her spoon in her ice cream, giggling slightly. "I apologize, Mom. I thought you were making Faith up. Does she have nicknames for Uncle Angel's crew, too?"

Buffy wrapped her arm around Faith while looking at Tory. "Yeah, I'm afraid she does. We all get 'em, even Grandma." That was the only thing she regretted, but Buffy knew Joyce was looking down on them.

Faith leaned back into Buffy. She was hurting. Faith could feel it through their old bond. To lighten things up, she snuck her spoon across the table and took a bite of Tory's ice cream. "You know, I think yours is better than mine." She tried to steal some more.

Watching Tory and Faith steal ice cream out of each other's cartons, Buffy shook her head. "I would tell you both that you could switch cartons, but I would be talking to myself, wouldn't I?"

"Pretty much so, Mom," Tory said as Buffy watched her girls bond.

Tory finally gave up trying to match the Slayer stomach. With a groan, she shoved her carton to Faith and slumped over the table. "I'm gonna explode."

"You better not. I'm tired and I ain't cleaning Little T pieces off the ceiling" Faith stood up and gathered up the empties and the spoons. "We need to get you to bed, munchkin. Your Mom and me need to get up early, too." And talk about the move and what the hell she was going to tell Willow.

"Come on sweetie, I'll tuck you in." Buffy scooped Tory and began rubbing her belly. "Faith, can you make sure everything locked up and turned off?"

"Sure, B." Faith finished cleaning up the kitchen and started a perimeter check. The house was in decent shape. She wiggled locks, checked doors, and turned off all the lights except a couple nightlights she noticed in the kitchen and the hallway. Jogging up the stairs, Faith stuck her head into Tory's room. She was alone and all tucked in. Faith crept over. "Night, T," she whispered, gently kissing her cheek before going to look for Buffy.

Buffy heard Faith going into Tory's room and smiled at the instant bond Faith had with her daughter. She decided to have some fun with Faith by pulling out her floor-length nightgown and stood in front of the bed to wait for the door to open. When it did, she asked softly, "So, Faith, is this okay for me to sleep in?"

"When we're both ninety." Faith shook her head and grabbed the shitty thing. "Right now, we're both young, hot, and not sagging anywhere we shouldn't be. Naked in the word of the day." She thought about that for a second. "We'll keep robes or something close by in case Little T calls, though."

Buffy pointed to the hooks on the door. "We have robes. Naked, huh?" She looked down before looking at Faith. "Someone has some work to do." Tossing her nightgown into the closet, she began to take off Faith's clothes.

Life was good. Faith closed her eyes, head dropping back, as Buffy slowly stripped her. "You have any idea how many fantasies you've made real today, B?" At least four of the Top Ten. "You and me together. Been thinking about that since that first night in the Bronze." Buffy had been so fucking hot back then. Hell, she was still fucking hot.

"Four. Just four?" Buffy finished disrobing Faith. "What else you got in the Top Ten? We have a couple weeks before moving. Maybe I can take out a few more." Standing up, she kissed Faith deeply before scooping her up by her butt and carrying her to the bed.

"Talk about those later, B. Right now, I got other things on my mind." Pulling Buffy on top, Faith wiggled until Buffy's breasts were at mouth level. "Mmmm, I'm gonna paint these in chocolate one day." Oops. She'd said they were going to talk later. Mentally shrugging (that wasn't even in the Top 25), Faith got to work.

Buffy moaned deeply as Faith's mouth and teeth were 'playing' with her breasts. "My top plan is to make you cum until you pass out. I want to see my Faithy all sticky, sweaty, and drooling." Yeah, she was poking Faith's Slayer, but she wanted to see what she could get Faith to do.

"You ain't got what it takes for that, B. I'm way ahead in the experience game." Faith kissed her lightly. "But if you want, I could maybe show you how it's done." She was so asking for it.

"You forget, Faith, I have the same stamina you do. I don't think you have the ovaries to knock me out. But if you do, my vibrator is in the top drawer of my dresser." This was an interesting 'game' they were playing, but at least the ending would be worth it.

"Won't be any knocking, B. Just pleasure. Loads and loads of pleasure." Faith bit at Buffy's breasts. She was right. They were both Slayers, and that meant she didn't have to hold back the way she usually did. Reaching up with her left hand, Faith brutally pinched Buffy's left nipple. It was time to see just how rough Buffy liked it.

Buffy was in a strange place. Even as her moans deepened, something Faith said popped

Into her mind. "Harder," she ordered and then continued. "When you mentioned Dawn and

Kennedy earlier…does that mean they finally got together?"

Faith didn't answer. What the fuck? She was chewing on Buffy's nipples and she wanted to know if Kennedy and Dawn were doing the horizontal hula? She must be doing something wrong. Faith kept working on Buffy's breast but took her free hand and started rolling and pulling on Buffy's clit.

"Oh, yes, right there," Buffy moaned as she slipped a leg between Faith's and started grinding into her wetness. This wasn't going to be one-sided. This was a partnership, in all things.

Faith heard her words dimly. Most of her concentration had shifted to her leg, though, and the way it was mashing her clit. Fuck, it felt good. She gave up being creative. For now, she'd stick with what was working.

Faith wasn't fighting the dual pleasuring, so Buffy reached down and started working Faith's nipples with her fingers. Faith had a head start, and Buffy was at a disadvantage with her breasts in Faith's mouth.

Faith moaned against Buffy's breasts. Her fingers felt fantastic. Faith was going to have to get her to play a little harder, though. She liked it fast and rough.

It seemed like Faith thought she was going to drive. Buffy decided to poke the Slayer again, even if it meant only one-sided pleasuring. "Wow, I never I thought I'd see the day that The Dark Slayer would become a light weight." She was begging for a good fucking; she needed it. It had been far too long.

"Keep pushing, B," Faith warned her, "and you might get more than you bargained for." Buffy might think she wanted Faith to fuck her, but…Faith wasn't convinced she was ready for her brand of hard loving. She did slide her hand from Buffy's clit and drive three fingers into her, though. If she wanted Faith inside, she was right there.

Buffy didn't know how much Faith had been told, but fucking Spike had taught her that she loved it a little rough. From someone she loved, it would be so much better. She grabbed Faith by the hair. "I don't know if you heard about my downward spiral two years ago, but Spike used to fuck me hard and fast. I wasn't in a good place, but the Slayer still liked the ferocity of it. Come on, Faith. I want a nice hard fucking from someone I love."

Just the thought of Buffy and Spike…Faith closed her eyes, clenching her teeth to keep from vomiting. She was not letting Buffy compare her to Spike in any way. Faith might like rough, but she never played with a reluctant partner. "B…" Her name squeaked out between Faith's teeth. Then the rest of Buffy's words hit her. Someone she loved. Buffy loved her. A little of the cramping in her stomach eased. She wasn't saying Faith was like Spike. Faith was better. This was her chance to get rid of some of Buffy's worst memories.