"Yes," Buffy growled as Faith flipped them over. She had been worried that she had screwed up again, but something must have clicked for Faith. "That's it; mark me as yours." Buffy wanted to be covered in Faith's love bites, so she could show them off tomorrow.
"Oh, I'll mark you, B…" Faith latched onto Buffy's right breast, sucking for all she was worth as she pistoned her fingers in and out with Slayer speed and force. "You're mine, Buffy. Mine," she vowed. "You've been mine since the day we met." Actually, it was more like Faith had been Buffy's, but she wasn't going to correct herself right in the middle of her big scene.
Faith was right about that, and Buffy might have been less Cordy-like and not cared what people would have thought. They could have been together the whole time. "All yours," she said, feeling their old link start to open up as Faith's moans grew louder. She couldn't wait until Faith saw the marks left by the Master, Angel, and Dracula.
On the next thrust, Faith added a fourth finger and moved her mouth to Buffy's other breast. If Buffy wanted her mark, she'd make sure there were a lot of them. She'd be polka dotted in the morning.
"Give it all to me, Faith." Buffy knew that Faith only needed to add her thumb, and she wanted Faith to pump her to a climax…or twelve. The desire was building fast and quick as she started to feel Faith's emotions through their link.
"You have it all, B." It was easier to say this while they were caught up in the act, so to speak. "Every little part of me." Buffy was the only person Faith had ever trusted enough to show the good and the bad. She tucked her thumb into her palm before shoving the whole thing deeply inside Buffy and slowly rotating her hands so the knuckles brushed Buffy's g-spot.
Buffy's body arched at Faith's first thrust and her moans came louder and faster. "Get your wetsuit out, Faith. You are about to get soaked." It was going to take much more before her body blew up.
"Bring it on, B," Faith taunted just to get her going. She wanted to see Buffy come apart in her arms. She pulled her hand almost all the way out and then slammed it back in. Faith's Slayer howled in her head. For once, she didn't fight the voice. She bit into Buffy's chest, feeling blood coat her tongue.
Feeling Faith's teeth pierce her chest pushed Buffy over the edge. She opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out as she blew into a million pieces as her body spasmed through an intense climax.
Faith stayed right where she was, holding on with teeth and her free hand as Buffy thrashed around. She was fucking awesome. Faith wanted to tape this or something so she could watch it whenever Buffy wasn't around.
Buffy flopped back onto the bed, spent but awake. "Holy fuck, Faith. That was phenomenal. Come up here, baby; I want to kiss my present and future…" Buffy wanted to say, "…and the future 'father' of my kids." But she wasn't scaring Faith with that announcement - yet.
Crawling up the bed, Faith licked the blood and sweat on Buffy's skin. "Yeah. Can we do that every night?" She'd bring up the video camera some other time. Buffy's lips were soft and warm under hers. She moaned and stroked and sucked on Buffy's tongue.
Letting out a raspy giggle, Buffy said, "We can take turns, but yeah, this is what I want for my life. The rest of my life. Our life while we raise Tory and..." She needed to at least gauge Faith's thoughts on more kids. Buffy would love to have a raven-haired cutie running their house.
"And what, B? A dog named Ralph?" Faith teased. The rest of their lives…That sounded so fucking good. She moved so Buffy lay resting on her chest and ran her hand up and down Buffy's back.
Buffy looked deep into Faith's eyes. "Well, besides Ralph, I was hoping to have a little raven haired cutie of our own. I'm not pressuring you, and I don't mean to scare you. But I would love to have a little girl that was half me and half you." Leaning up, she kissing Faith.
"What?" Faith couldn't have heard right. "You want a little me? Wasn't one me enough?" She tried to stay funny. If she really thought about this, Faith would freak. She knew all about violence and abuse. Didn't the experts (whoever they were) say that was hereditary?
Buffy kissed Faith again "I would love a little you, but not at the risk of losing you. We can just load up on dogs and cats." She smiled while stroking Faith's face trying to settle her back down. "So, what should I expect when Willow calls?"
Buffy was upset about the kid. Faith didn't want her upset. But now wasn't the time for that conversation. "Let me handle, Red. You know how she gets when she thinks you've held out on her. We don't want some black haired version showing up on the doorstep." She'd figure out what to say when the phone started ringing in Cleveland.
"You know, we could ignore her until she showed up at our doorstep, and we answered the door naked." Breast girl or not, shy Willow would come back fast at seeing her best friend and Faith without clothes. "This is my fault. You shouldn't have to explain it to her. If you do happen to call, tell her we'll send Angel's plane, and she can come see what the holdup is."
Fuck Willow. Faith was tired of dancing to her tune. She'd been all up in Faith's face for weeks until she agreed to come out here. "We'll see what happens, B." She was pretty sure Willow would call soon. Until then, she'd enjoy her Scooby-free time with Buffy. "If Red goes postal, then we'll offer the plane."
"Deal. So, Miss Lehane, what would you like to do now? Sleep, go for a jog, watch a movie, plan out tattoos and body piercings? What?" Buffy avoided mentioning making love just to bug Faith.
She had a lot to learn about Faith. "Sleep sounds good. It was a long day, you know?" Faith played her trump card. "My head still kinda hurts, too. Don't want to get too active – maybe we can jog tomorrow?"
Buffy kissed Faith's lips tenderly before popping off her. "Well then," she said, picking Faith off the bed and holding her against her chest. Buffy quickly pulled down the sheets and plopped Faith back into bed. "I love you, Faith Lehane." She kissed Faith deeply before laying her head on her shoulder.
Damn. Buffy was beating Faith at her own game. It didn't matter. Faith could wait. They'd taken the edge off earlier and her head did hurt a little. Closing her eyes, Faith wrapped her arms around Buffy. It felt so good. Buffy's heart beat pounded against Faith and her breath caressed her neck.
***
Buffy officially hated the alarm. Of course, she and Faith had been up late. "Sleep, my raven princess. I'll get Tory off to school and come back to keep you warm." Although, Faith's beast was liable to wake up when she started making breakfast.
She put on a pair of pajamas before heading downstairs. Buffy would never forget the first time she'd scared Tory with her stealth and ability to see in the dark. She'd thought Tory was going to grab onto the ceiling in surprise. Buffy started on their feast of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes since there were now two Slayers living in the house.
If Buffy and Faith were going to try the future, Faith needed to be downstairs helping her out. They were a family, and she wanted to be there for breakfast. Faith dragged on her dirty clothes from yesterday (shopping had to be on the list of to dos today) and trotted down the stairs.
When Faith walked into the kitchen (in yesterday's clothes), Buffy put her hand up to stop her. "Go find something to wear and throw those clothes in the washer. We will go shopping after they are dry, and no dawdling." Oh good lord. That was very Mom-ish. She distinctly remembered hearing things like that from her own mother.
Rolling her eyes, Faith mumbled, "Yes, ma'am," and took the stairs three at a time. She found a pair of Buffy's sweats. They'd maybe come to her knees, but all the important parts would be covered. Shirts were harder. Finally, Faith chose a long shirt – probably a sleep shirt. Tight, but not whorishly so. She didn't know where the laundry was so she bundled up her things and took them to the kitchen.
"Nice capri sweats, Aunt Faith." Tory giggled, seeing Faith in her mom's clothes. "I'll show you where the laundry room is. I hope I don't have to teach you how to use it, too." Taking Faith's hand, she led Faith into the laundry room before hopping up on the dryer. "Thank you for last night, Aunt Faith. Mom hasn't said anything to me, but I can tell that she has missed you. She never smiles like she is now." Tory leaned forward to kiss Faith's cheek. "Do I need to explain the cycles and everything?"
It was good to be Faith. She had a cocky kid thinking she didn't know how to use a washing machine. "I think I can handle it, Little T. Been doing my own laundry since before your mom hung up her pompons." Sticking her tongue out at Tory, Faith dropped the clothes in the cylinder, poured in a capful of detergent, and turned the machine on. "Let's go eat, munchkin. I'm starving this morning." She grabbed the young girl and tossed her over her shoulder before screaming like a banshee and running to the kitchen.
Buffy heard her girls before she saw them, and from the sound of it, Faith was carrying Tory in an improper fashion. They came in, and Tory gave Buffy a look of 'Help Me'. Buffy figured she had asked for it, though, and didn't rescue her. "Good morning, sweeties, can you set the table? Breakfast is almost served. Oh, and, Tory, show Faith the proper way to make 'my' juice."
Aw, man. That was cold. Faith was here with her kid and Buffy makes that comment. She so wanted to tell Buffy that she knew how to make Buffyjuice. Dropping Tory onto the ground, Faith concentrated on not saying what was in her head as she grabbed utensils and napkins out of the drawers. When she was done, Tory dragged her to some kind of machine on the counter.
"This is how Mom likes her juice, Aunt Faith." The little cutie skipped to the fridge and got a bowl of fruit. Faith saw bananas, strawberries and some green things she didn't recognize. Tory came back and stood on her toes, putting the fruit in the top of the…thing. "Pick up that." A tiny finger pointed to a piece of plastic on the counter.
Faith did as instructed.
"Push it against the fruit." It took Faith a couple of tries to figure out what Tory meant. When she got it right, she hit a button and the machine came to life. Nasty looking crap poured into a glass under the right side.
Buffy couldn't believe Faith thought she would go to a dirty place. Then again…she could have worded it differently. "Juicers are a great machine, Faith," she announced, plattering up the foods before taking them to the table. "Tory, you make your plate first, so your aunt and I can fight over the rest."
"Won't be much of a fight," Faith said with a smirk as Tory dished up a plate. "You've been out of the business for a while, B. Me? I train every day." OK, she lifted weights and shouted at the new kids while they trained. "I'd so kick your…" Faith caught herself just in time. "…butt."
"Nice save, Faith." Buffy watched Tory put her breakfast together before splitting up the rest evenly. The whole fighting thing was a lie. If Faith was still hungry, I would cook her some more food, "Tor, your aunt and I are going to be doing some shopping. Is there anything you need me
to pick up for you?"
Tory finished chewing her bite of food before smiling. "Could you pick me up another sketch pad? My last one is almost full. Thanks Mom."
"You draw?" Man, Faith really, really liked this kid. "Me, too." She glared a little at Buffy, daring her to comment. "You got anything I could see? You take any classes?" OK, she was getting a little intense. Faith backed off, mind racing. She needed a gift for Tory, a sort of 'thanks for letting me into your family' thing. If she was really into art, Faith knew exactly what to buy.
"Then I guess I'll have to set up a tour of the Tory Gallery when I get home from school. And, Aunt Faith, don't let Mom fool you; she has a hidden talent. She is just waiting to hear back for the publisher." Tory announced as Buffy blushed deeply.
She stared at her food. It hadn't been that long since she'd sent the first version of her children's book to a few publishers.
"Publisher?" Faith's head was spinning. "What are you publishing, B?" Come on. Come on, she begged in her head. Let me in, Buffy.
Buffy heard the nervousness in Faith's voice and instinctively knew the cause. It wasn't that she was hiding toe book… She was just not telling anybody for superstitious reasons. She looked into Faith's eyes, though, and said, "I might have a gig as a children's book author if the publisher likes my work."
Faith was around the table in a flash. Picking Buffy up, she whirled her around. "Of course, they'll like it." She pulled her to her chest and danced them around the table. "Little T and me will take you out on the town when you get that acceptance letter."
Wrapping myself around Faith, Buffy smiled. "Thank you for the support, Faith." She kissed her deeply while ignoring the blatant gagging sounds coming behind Tory. "I'll remember that the first time you bring someone home." Buffy knew it was going to be awhile, but the threat still had merit.
"That's right, Little T. Just wait. I'll be sitting right next to your date, sharpening my knife." Faith set Buffy down on the ground and hopped back around to finish her breakfast. "You and me, munchkin. The Tory Gallery the second you get home. Don't be late."
Tory let out a giggle. "Not going to happen. Mom doesn't let Auny Cordy take me home anymore. One long trip to the mall fixed that. I could have sworn Aunt Cordy was going to end up a piñata."
"I swear Faith. It wasn't that bad, honest." Buffy grimaced at the memory. It had been the one time she regretted letting the LA gang in on her secret.
"You tried to aerate Queen C over a trip to the mall?" Faith shook my head. "Man, you're like Mean Mom or something, B. Give the kid a break." She winked at Tory. "You ready for school, Little T? Need a lunch or some cash?" Did kids have to buy lunches at school? It had been one hell of a long time since she'd been inside one.
Okay, Mama Faith and Aunt Faith are starting to morph into the same person. Buffy wisely didn't say that out loud. "She goes to private school, Faith. She gets her lunches there." Then, in a need to explain the thing with Cordelia, she mumbled, "In my defense, it was my first week here. Cordy got off lucky."
"Private school." Faith stared at Buffy. "Is that kinda like a school for rich kids?" She mock frowned at Tory. "Is there something you ain't telling me, Little T? You loaded?" Not that she gave a flying fuck. It was just one more thing to tease Buffy about later. Here Willow was freaking about Buffy being holed up in a roach motel like the Sunnydale Arms and eating out of trash cans.
Tory smirked at Faith. "Yeah, I am, and Mom is mooching on me." When she noticed Faith's eyes narrow, she hurried on. "I have a trust. Mom is getting her money from Uncle Angel. Why? Do you need me to spot you some money for your shopping trip?"
