Story 4
Faith's eyes widened slightly, and she smiled, slowly at first, then wider as she stood in the doorway for her and Buffy's apartment, looking down at the entrance way floor. Now this was something new…
Faith had gotten Buffy something for Valentine's Day, of course…she'd gone the clichéd girly route of getting flowers and perfume and some sappy card she figured B would gush over. Unoriginal maybe, but B liked that kind of thing, and the sex later would make up for it. But damn…looking at this, and anticipating what lay ahead, it was clear that Buffy was going all out… and Faith, feeling inferior idea-wise or not right now, was definitely not complaining.
There was a line of Hershey kisses and rose petals starting at the doorway, trailing up all the way down the hallway, to what Faith predicted would be their bedroom… and she was dying to see what she'd find inside there…
Swallowing, still carrying her gifts for Buffy, Faith began to follow the wrapped chocolates, already unable to stifle her growing smile, the excitement rising in her rapidly. Her imagination was already running rampant, her mind racing as it attempted to predict exactly what was waiting for her on the other side of the bedroom door.
She'd thought her imagination was good… but nothing was ever as good as the real thing, as she should have well known.
When she opened the door, Buffy was lying in the middle of their bed, their sheets and blankets carefully folded back. The lights were low, candles flickering on their dresser and nightstand, and Buffy had arranged more Hershey kisses carefully into the shape of a heart around the bed.
All this was nice, of course…but it was nothing compared to what was on the bed. Buffy, wearing nothing but chocolate sauce drawn in squiggles and slightly odd-looking hearts over her body and the sheets… Buffy, her eyes hooded, hair tousled, legs spread slightly.
Faith sucked her breath in sharply, almost dropping her own gifts as her eyes looked Buffy up and down rapidly, as if unable to totally convince herself of the blonde's reality. She set her gifts down hurriedly, and her first coherent thought was that Buffy must be pretty damn horny if she for once didn't' care about getting food in the bed…
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," Buffy told her throatily, a slow smile spreading across her face, and she beckoned, sending a shiver of lust rolling down Faith's spine.
"Come here…"
Faith didn't need to be asked twice.
