forever yours, faithfully

[Author's Note: Oh my gosh.. Lol I'm writing this during Finals. Lololol. Man, I should be studying.. But... SLASH ON, MY DEARS. Please review and let me know what you guys are thinking. I think after this one, I'm going to do a Btvs/OneTreeHill cross over... Or I may actually finish my Hermione/Luna one.. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.]

"AND bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair..."

Chapter 4

Buffy left the building and went down to the beach. It was thundering and rain sprinkled down on her, leaving beads of water in her hair. She went down to the surf and took off her pumps, throwing them behind her into the sand. She walked into the water, until the cold ocean waves lapped at her thighs. Then she closed her eyes, put her hands over her eyes and screamed. She lifted her face and screamed up at the sky. She screamed so loud that it hurt her ears. Tears ran down her cheeks and felt hot. When she opened her eyes again, she saw lightning streaking across the sky. She backed out of the water, got her shoes and walked down the shore no idea where she was going. She thought about Sunnydale again, and all the apocalypses she and her friends had kept from coming to pass. The Master, Angelus, The Judge, The Mayor's ascension, Adam, Glory, Willow, The First... She thought about the people that she'd lost over the years, the countless number of demons and monsters she'd killed just to keep the ones alive that HAD made it.

The rain started to pour and it soaked the parts of Buffy that weren't already drenched with salt water. She liked the feeling of the wet sand squishing between her toes. There was no one else on the beach but her. No people. No demons. No vampires. No fish creatures that started out as the Sunnydale High School swim team. She'd made it through a lot of shit over the years and now here she was, fucking up again. It wasn't really fair. Even post apocalypse, her life was set up for her. A series of fights, near misses, heart breaks. There was no getting around it.

Lightning lit up the sky and Buffy held her hands out, her shoes dangling from one hand. She lifted her face again, let the pouring rain wash off her mascara and run down her neck, down the front of her dress. She took a deep breath.

The image of Faith's face as Buffy had rammed Faith's own knife into her stomach was fresh on her mind again. She couldn't stop thinking about it. It had happened a long time ago, but she could still feel Faith's gasp, still see her eyes widen... And that scar...A white line on her abdomen.. Buffy remembered the way Faith looked in the hospital bed and how it had felt as she had pressed her lips to the other slayer's forehead. There was so much history, so much death, so much betrayal and heartbreak and just...so much SADNESS. Faith wanted her dead, tried to INSURE her death on several occassions... But Buffy still couldn't get over the time she'd actually tried to kill FAITH. She thought back to when she realized that Faith had gone bad.. When Angel had pretended to lose his soul again just to trick Faith into telling them about the mayor's ascension. Buffy had wrapped her arm around Faith's shoulders, and held a blade to her throat. Faith said, "Kill me, you become me." She could hear her saying it. SO MUCH had happened since Faith had spoken those words.. She was good again. She was redeemed. But the memory lingered.

Buffy lowered her head, and turned to head back to the facility. Why did it really matter that she keep this in anymore? Why did it matter that she kept her walls built up? Who was she trying to keep out, exactly?

She got back to the facility, didn't even look at the guards as she swept through the metal detector, her shoes still in her hands. She didn't wait for the elevator, just took the door to the left that said "Stairwell" and ran up all four flights, not even losing her breath. She dropped her shoes in front of Faith's door and went inside without hesitation. Faith had changed out of what had remained of her dancing outfit. Now she had on a white halter top, no bra, and a tiny black thong. She had the window open and she was blowing cigarette smoke out into the rain. The lightning flashed and the crack of it almost made Buffy flinch.

"Come back to fuck with me a little more?" Faith said, not bothering to look at her.

"I'd forgiven you," Buffy said. "But not myself. I didn't think that would be an issue. I'm sorry."

Faith tossed the cigarette out into the storm and turned to lean against the wall by the window. "I'm startin' to think you have more abandonment issues than I do," the brunette said. "And it's nothing to write home about or anything."

"I've gone through stuff you couldn't even imagine," Buffy said, her voice small but powerful. "Watched so many people die that I couldn't even begin to know how to save. You could never know how I feel."

"Yeah?" Faith wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "But dontcha think I've gone through some shit too? Or maybe that what I HAVE gone through is just as important as the shit you went through? Or maybe even that if there WAS anyone out there that understood loss like you did, it would be me?"

Buffy bit her lip, felt the tears forming in her eyes. "The scar.."

Faith shook her head. "Hey, I deservered that. I tried to kill your boy, remember? You were just doing your job."

"I wanted to kill YOU," the blonde insisted.

Faith shrugged. "Yeah. I wanted to kill you too. I wanted to kill a lot of people. Fuck, I HAVE killed a lot of people. And look at me. I'm not beatin' myself up over it anymore. I got over it. Moved on. I'm fightin' the good fight again. And I owe a lotta that to you."

Buffy wrapped her arms around herself, and tried to stop from sobbing. She was wet and cold. For a minute she felt absolutely overwhelmed. Faith ran a hand through her hair, looked like she was mentally fighting something. "I'm not really good at consolin' chicks," the dark slayer said. But she crossed the room anyways. She slid her hands under the straps of Buffy's dress and pulled it down, getting on her knees to roll the wet fabric off of the blonde's skin. Once it was in the floor, she stood and took a step back. "There," she said, and let her eyes sweep the other slayer's body. "How is it that you're still so damn sexy even when your make-up is running down your face?"

Seconds ticked by. Buffy wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. Honestly, as much as she wanted Faith to touch her, she had no idea what she was doing. With a build up of lust and tension, it was easy to stumble through the motions, but when she stood in front of the other woman, so obviously scared, she had no idea what to do. "I don't just want to be one of your conquests," she finally announced, maybe not as strongly spoken as she'd meant to.

Faith stepped around Buffy, and put her hands on the other girls shoulders from behind. She pulled her hands down, letting them trail down the blonde's skin. It was sticky with salt and rain water. "I don't wanna conquer you, B," she said, and let her hands pause at the clasp of Buffy's bra. "Why are you so afraid of letting me in?" Her fingers slid under the clasp and in a quick motion, she had it undone, pushing it down Buffy's arms.

The blonde slayer leaned her head back and let Faith drag her fingers across her stomach, and finally up, to trace the outline of Buffy's breasts. But instead of sighing, like she wanted to, she said, "I don't want to lose anyone else. It's all gone. Everything I knew. It's gone."

"Maybe Sunnydale is, but I'm not. You got your friends and me. That's not everything." Faith brought her hands up then, and let her fingers curl to the curve of Buffy's breasts, until she was holding them both in her palms. She rolled them then, until Buffy did sigh. But it was a controlled sigh, one that she only released due to an involuntary response to pleasure.

Buffy lifted her hands, placed them over Faith's and let her head lay on Faith's shoulder. "But what happens now?" she asked, her voice a quiet, sultry purr. "Do we just keep doing it? Start all over here... until we destroy THIS town...? Then move again? Keep moving until we finally lose? Until we can finally rest?"

The dark-haired slayer removed one hand, and brought it up to Buffy's hair, pulling her hair aside to reveal her bare neck. She pushed her other hand down, let it crawl back down her stomach, until her fingertips were on Buffy's lower abdomen, just above the band of the slayer's thong. "No," she said, placing a kiss against the curve of Buffy's neck, where her shoulder met her throat. "Ain't gotta be like that, B. You can rest NOW. You got tonsa littles willin' to step in and take over for you. You don't have to feel like the world's restin' on your shoulders anymore. You let go and we're still all gonna be holdin' it for you. We got your back." She paused, put her other hand with the first one and stroked Buffy's stomach with her thumbs. "I got your back Buffy."
Maybe it was just timing, but Buffy broke. She spun in the other slayer's arms and clawed her fingers into the front of the her cami, yanked her into an embrace. Their lips smashed together, in a rough, fevered kiss. Buffy's lip was still split from their earlier experience, and this new kiss broke the cut back open. Both girls tasted the blood on their tongues- the sweet iron flavor of it. The blonde pulled her mouth away, kissed a path of kisses down to Faith's shoulder, only stopping long enough to yank the shirt that still covered her over her head.

"I gotta say," Faith breathed, pushing one hand up to massage Buffy's breast again, and using the other hand to get a grip on the other girl's ass, "I woulda never thought you to be so..." She stopped instantly when Buffy's mouth slid over her chest, and went around her nipple. She wasted no time, and that got Faith really riled up. She abandoned her feel on Buffy and used both hands to hold the slayer's mouth to her breast. But she should have known that there was no controlling her.

They made their way to the bed, and pulled down each other's panties, their mouths pressed against each other, in a desperate attempt to get as much as they could out of the other one as fast as possible. And once they were both naked, they knew exactly what to do. Their fingers found each other's center, stroking and feeling- exploring the parts of them that only men had felt before. Buffy's moan was a reflection of euphoria. She clutched the other girl against her with her free hand and said her name, "Faith.." her tone drenched in uncontrollable ecstasy.

The other slayer was much more vocal, giving demands, "Yeah.. Buffy.. Harder... Fuck me!"

With their fingers inside of each other, they directed each other into a synchronized rhythm, where they pumped one another and thrus onto the other one's hand with such explosive ferver, that the bed shook. It was a metal queen sized frame, but the more they jerked and humped, the more it shook. Buffy rolled them and hung over Faith, pushing down on her, whimpering, moaning, sighing. She reached one hand up, and grasped the same poles that she had cuffed Faith too earlier. She pulled on it, and it bent, gave. She brought her hand back, clawed her fingers into the sheets and felt Faith's finger brush the part of her insides that made her cry out.

"Right there," she moaned, her voice a spill of passion, "push..." She tried to do the same, but it was hard to focus. She lost control of her own body, and Faith rolled them again. They fell off the bed, hit the floor, but it didn't even distract them. Buffy's back pressed into the carpet, and Faith slid her finger in and out quickly, caressing just what she needed to. Buffy cried out, "Oh GOD!" and she came. Her hand left Faith's body just so she could scratch her fingernails down the other girls back. She scratched so hard she could feel Faith bleed. But it didn't matter and even if she had been in the right mind to care, she would have known that Faith didn't mind. The second the feeling came back into hands, she took a deep breath, and flipped them one more time, pushed Faith against the carpet, and slid her fingers back inside of her.

"Buffy..." Faith begged, "Please... Just..."

Buffy pumped hard, found that same place inside of Faith that brought about Buffy's orgasm. And she flicked it.

"Oh fuck yes," Faith purred. "Yeah... yeah..." her voice faded away and was replaced with a myriad of moans, so deep, so impassioned that Buffy could feel herself throbbing again at the very sound of them. And then as the brunette came, she pushed her pelvis up, bucked wildly, just as if she were riding a bull, and then she collapsed.

Buffy rolled off of her and the both lay with there eyes closed, naked and dripping, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

"Fuck, B," Faith said, after several minutes. "That was..."

Buffy didn't even open her eyes, just replied, "Explosive?"

"Fucking amazing. I've never felt this good."

"Yeah," the blonde agreed, "Me either." She was already feeling the ache. Every part of her was sensitive. She sat up and felt her head swimming. "I can barely see straight."

Faith sat up too, and looked around. Her eyes jumped from the shattered mirror to the broken closet door. Then she looked at the bed and saw the bent bar on the headboard. She whistled and shook her head. "We really wrecked this room," she said. She reached one hand to her shoulder and brought it back in front of her, noticing the sticky blood on her fingertips. She looked impressed and suprised, "And each other," she said, and then fell back again, folding her arms under her head.

Buffy didn't know whether to get up then, or to wait a little longer before she left. But she didn't have to decide. After a minute, she felt Faith's hand on her arm, pulling her back. She looked down, shocked. "You don't want me to go?"

Faith's expression made Buffy's head swim. The brunette's eyes were serious. "Do you want to leave?"

"Don't you want me to?"

Faith blinked, and then pulled the girl down. "No."

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