Everyone cheered as the three couples kissed their newly married partners, err, Huntresses. As Buffy and the others started to make their way down the aisle, "Heaven is a place on Earth" began to play through the pipe organ. Buffy kept rubbing her hand up and down Faith's arm as they walked down the aisle, Faith leaning her head into Buffy's shoulder. "I can't believe this day really came B." Faith whispered into Buffy's ear, as they passed Giles and Richard, both smiling. "The best is yet to come, tonight…" Buffy whispered back, letting the end of her sentence drift off, full of promise of desires and pleasures yet to come, Faith smiled at this. Behind them, Willow and Tara Rosenberg also drifted slowly down the aisle, Tara staring into Willow's eyes as they walked, unable to stop smiling. Even Harmony and Lauren, whispering to each other, were beyond ecstatic. Not a drop of anger, or resentment, or evil in the place, which is why Warren was standing outside, unable to enter.
This was something of a rare event in and of itself, as the first/Warren looked on, everyone got into cars and drove up to UCLA Sunnydale, the college being abandoned, its huge halls were a perfect place for the banquet and other such things, like dancing. All Warren could do though was watch from afar; he couldn't enter, couldn't listen in, and couldn't even read the thoughts of the procession's hearts or minds. It was impossible. Not with this many people, once in a blue moon, sure, the first had come across people s so devoid of evil that it hadn't been able to engage. But with this many people, there should be a veritable cauldron of emotions, no way they could all be pure! Hmm…
They all entered the library, which had been done up for the feast, a truly massive wedding cake sat on the center table, just waiting to be cut into. All the computer desks and bookshelves had been moved to be back against the walls, out of the way, it cleared out a huge open space, perfect for dancing. Also, celebrating family and group get together events in libraries had become a bit of a tradition for Buffy and the gang, so having the dancing and feast here just seemed appropriate. Buffy and Faith swept into the library hand in hand, their dresses swirling and shining in the light. With their white and pink dresses, they seemed to blur together into a single perfect image. The rest filtered in, and the song, "Wind beneath my wings" began to play from speakers hidden in the corners of the temple like library. But after only a few minutes, the music may as well as have just shut off, for Buffy could no longer hear it. No one else existed either, only her, Faith, the lithe pink angel in front of her, smiling those dimples of hers, the two danced around in circles slowly, holding hands in the middle of the room. As Buffy looked into Faith's smiling eyes, all the years of pain and suffering went away; she had finally found her happy place, right here, in Faith's arms. As Faith danced in Buffy's embrace, her brain went dead to the world. No thinking, no fearing or anger, she had never understood the term, "Basking" before now. To just lie, like a piece of seaweed in the ocean, she would let the current of Buffy sway her to and throw as she pleased. Buffy's lips looked shiny, and juicy to Faith, for a moment, she thought to resist, then realized enough to mentally say, "Why?" and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and gentle and sweet, but unlike most times, for the first time in four years, Faith didn't feel the rush to need to instantly fuck Buffy. They had all of eternity together, she realized. In this life, and the next, bound together by more than just lust, Faith wouldn't ever have to worry about pushing Buffy away ever again. Faith lay her head down against Buffy's neck, and together, they just swayed, moving to and throw, both totally content. Willow danced with Tara Rosenberg. Tara had her usual secret smile going, and Willow loved it. They held hands as they danced, enjoying the sensation of their fingertips brushing each other's. After much dancing and silent joy and quiet moments, the six girls gathered around the cake with their friends and family. Faith was actually smiling with her dimples and laughing as she and Buffy and the others, cut the cake, and then smiled as Buffy fed her a nice big piece of chocolate. They laughed and held each other as they celebrated their first moments of togetherness. Everyone was cheering and happy, everyone except Warren.
Warren pounded pathetically on the glass doors on the floor below. Warren couldn't get in. "This is ridiculous!" He stomped his feet and wandered around in circles, gesturing wildly at the door. "What do they have in there, a pin-point laser defense grid, a force field, a line of salt on the other side of the door?" Warren was talking to himself and ranting. Then he stopped himself. That's the thing about being the first; the first was only itself when it was in its true face. Any other time, and it has to work through a filter. This in the case of Warren meant wondering around, spazing out, and using random sci-fi movie references. After a moment, he lost his temper. "I said, I WANT IN!" Warren threw his power against the glass doors, and they cracked red, then everything exploded and a moment later, Warren was running up the stairs to the library. It took him a moment to realize something was off. The book shelves were burned out, and a couple of vampires were raping and drinking from a woman who was bleeding from her crotch and several other places in the corner. That's the problem with being omniscient. When you are used to viewing multiple realities at once, get too focused on one part, and it's easy to shift to another one by mistake without realizing it. By the time Warren/ The First got back, the building was empty.
The dinner had been great. Buffy and Faith had taken turns posing while feeding each other a piece of cake. But everyone was anxious to get home and celebrate. Giles and the young huntresses were staying at Xander and Anya's house. So Willow and Tara had their room to enjoy. Dawn had vanished, so Harmony and Laura had the spare. Tonight, the Summer's house was going to be a-rocking! As the groups were heading inside the Summer's home, Cordelia stopped on the porch, turned around, and leaped over the shrubs out front. "Having fun stalking Warren?" She asked, with her usual sarcasm. Warren turned, pissed beyond all hell. "Why?" Was all he could get out, he was shaking with anger. "Why, what," Cordelia asked innocently. "Why do politicians lie? Why are all the shoe sales over just when the new comfortable yet stylish designs come out? Why are there flies and mosquitoes? Admittedly, even with my new heavenly assistant job, still can't answer that one, I personally think God created them to annoy evil jerks just as a personal joke." She paused for only the briefest of moments then, "Ooh! Here's one, how about, "Why is such an omnipresent all powerful jackass like you look like a wannabe tech nerd with even less than normally expected brain power?"" Warren shook so much he looked like a palsy victim. "Why, can't I get in?" He finally managed to vocalize his question, through his rage. Cordelia just smiled all sexy looking. "Well, they all worship Laddon who represents most religions in reality, Christian included." She paused, but apparently Warren still didn't get it, so she heaved a big dramatic sigh, and continued. "In Christianity, he's called the prince of peace. Now to most people, "She gestured with both hands upwards at the entire universe. "This means inner peace, humanity, music and so on. But to you and me, we know differently, don't we?" Warren backed up. "It means they're protected." He said slowly. "Exactly," Cordelia said with a smile. "It's like the mother of all sales! Buy the cell phone, and the whole family gets the family and friends plan." (Another smile,) "You can't enter, you can't listen in, and you can't invade our world. It's such a simple thing really, to most, it's just so simple that they don't think to do it, throw off their shackles I mean, but to us, to you, it's so much more." Cordelia danced back and smiled. "So go away, go back to your planning, your scheming, you'll get nothing done here tonight, nothing except earning a new title for spying like a freak, and isn't that a little pathetic?"
Warren stalked off and went back to the high school to regroup. Meanwhile, Cordelia was just turning to walk away and patrol the house when a voice called out, "Hey princess, can you tell me the way to Heaven, cause I swear you look like one of its people." In a strong accent. Cordelia turned around, "Doyle? DOYLE!" She ran and literally jumped into his arms, wrapping her thighs around his waist, she planted kisses all over his face. "So, does this mean you can accept that I'm part demon then?" She stopped temporarily to stare into his eyes. Just like hers, there were stars glowing from his dark pupils. She caressed his face and his black hair with her hands, and then she slapped him. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? I've been dead, working for Laddon for quite some time now, why haven't I seen you Doyle?" Doyle shifted his weight and wrapped his right hand firmly around her ass to help support her weight, which sexy or not, definitely was something. "I'm sorry princess; I've only just completed my therapy training. The D and S words were still affecting me pretty heavily." Cordelia stroked his hands with her own, and pulled his other hand around her. "D and S, death and sacrifice, Doyle" She said his name slowly, drawing it out with her smile. "What about the H word, hero?" Doyle shifted uncomfortably, "Hero huh? Well I never really thought about it that way Cordelia. But I like the way you say it." Cordelia smiled, then leaned in and kissed him slowly. She turned her head and whispered into his ear, but a moment later, "Do-oyle, you saved hundreds. Not realizing this, this is why I rejected you before, for being an idiot. But now," She stroked his face again, "Now, I could overlook that for other reasons, but what are you doing here? You should be in Heaven!" He smiled and caressed her face. "Laddon knows this trip with Buffy's going to be for the long haul. So I came along with you. I wanted to be with you." Cordelia unwrapped herself from him, she pressed her hands against him. "Thanks! Walk with me?" Cordelia invited her hand to Doyle, he took it without a thought, and they walked out into the night.
Faith was in their bedroom waiting; Buffy was getting some champagne from the fridge, and pouring it into the crystal bottle of theirs when a voice interrupted her. "Hrm, sorry to barge in kiddo, just wanted to hold up my end of the bargain. Richard Wilkins the third leaned over and whispered into Buffy's ear. She froze as the implications began to surface and a plan already was forming in her mind. Richard leaned back. "Good to see you and Faith still use that. Well shoot, give her my best, I'll be heading back to Africa now, behave kids." With a final crocodile like smile, Richard vanished away and Buffy calmly walked up to their bedroom, still wearing her wedding dress. Faith turned her head as the door opened. She was waiting with her hands on her hips as Buffy entered; she sat the crystal bottle down and got down onto her knees on the mattress. She looked up at Faith and smiled, "Something just occurred to me. Something I've never really thought of before, we're gonna lose." She said this with her little half smile and it took Faith a moment to understand what Buffy just said, in light of that. Clearly, there was more to the plan. But Buffy put a finger to Faith's lips, hushing her, and began to kiss her nice and slow. She undid Faith's dress quickly, her fingers working desperately to touch her skin. She kissed Faith's face and neck, working her way down to her breast; She used her tongue to tease her nipples and kept working her way down. Faith moaned as Buffy worked her way down. Faith enjoyed the look on Buffy's face as she tongued her navel. "Oh, god B, you drive me wild! Is this what this marriage thing is like? I could enjoy this." Buffy smiled as pulled back Faith's underwear and began to stroke her clit. Faith leaned forward and undid Buffy's dress. Buffy's tongue got fiercer; Faith began to pant in time to Buffy's stroking, her fingers driving them into her hair. Buffy loved his taste, so sweet, so succulent, and all hers. Faith wrapped her fingers around Buffy's neck. "My turn." Faith said and pulled Buffy away, Buffy moaned with disappointment and let Faith, pull her down onto the mattress and pulled off her dress. Faith skipped the kissing and went straight to Buffy's sweet pussy. She slid her tongue in and started to stroke her clit with her fingers.
Buffy's moans actually managed to hit a higher pitch than normal as she felt the pleasure building. With each stroke of Faith's tongue, shockwaves were rippling through Buffy's body. It wasn't the usual, "OMG! Lesbian girl on girl sex rocks!" kind of pleasure, this was something deeper, more primal. Each stroke wasn't just sending waves of pleasure through her body, but leaving like, after thought echoes, each one building on the last. It was like Faith was pouring her very soul into Buffy, via her soaking wet pussy. And she was by the way, soaked that is. The sweetness was just pouring out of her, and Faith was lapping it up like it was the best drink ever. Her fingers were getting faster, Faith's pressure with which she rubbed Buffy, harder. Buffy wanted to wrap her hands around herself, or pinch her nipples, as it was, all she could bring herself to do, was to grab her own hair violently and plunge her head back down on the pillow as Faith drove her fingers in deeper. She had her whole right hand inside her now, and still, even as she flexed her fingers and thumb against Buffy's core, she kept stroking Buffy's sweet pussy with her tongue. Buffy's eyes rolled up inside her head for a moment, and Faith paused, "You still with me B?" Buffy's eyes found Faith again, "Yea, this times just different, more intense, but yea, I'm with you, forever." Faith smiled at Buffy and went back to stroking her pussy. Buffy just lay there and let Faith fuck her. "Oh God," She moaned. This was soo not just sex. She could feel it, power seeping in, from Faith, through her and into Buffy, and through Buffy and into…? Suddenly it came back to her, Dawn.
Buffy smiled at the thought. Now that she was aware of it, she enjoyed the thought that Faith was giving energy literally to help create Dawn. She smiled and blushed as Faith continued on, unaware of the change of thought and perception going on inside Buffy's mind. "Faith," Buffy reached out and lovingly touched Faith's head. The young bride lifted her head. "What's up B?" Faith took a moment to pull out her hand out of Buffy. She licked her fingers, and then offered her hand, which Buffy gladly accepted, giving her a chance to lick and taste her own sweetness. She took the moment to slowly lick every crevice of Faith's smooth hand, slick with her wetness. "Do you remember when I mentioned about the possibility of my being pregnant?" Faith didn't miss a beat. "Yea B, what about it?" Buffy just smiled, it took a moment, but then Faith caught on. "Really B, like right now?" Buffy just smiled and nodded. "How would you like to help me create her?" Faith nodded and kissed Buffy's navel and lowered her head back down, and began to stroke Buffy again. Faith pulsed her tongue inside Buffy again harder and harder. This was important, she wasn't just making love to her bride, she was creating the one thing she had never had, a family. As she continued to stroke Buffy's pussy with her hand and her tongue, she felt Buffy's aura, and her own, they were merging. She smiled as she drove herself inwards, knowing she was going to totally take Dawn for her first beer. Buffy spassimed as Faith helped her reach climax, but not before she felt something white hot burn through her, causing her to pass out.
THREE DAYS LATER
Xander led the group into Sunnydale high. "Welcome to Sunnydale high" Principal Wood said as he opened the doors. "If you need to, bathrooms are on the right. If don't need to go, think about what you are about to face, better to go now." Xander said as they paired off. As Buffy and the group entered through the seal, it became immediately obvious that things weren't going well, as they were instantly set upon by about thirty Turok-Han vampires. At first the huntress tried to fight, but the Turok-Han were relentless. They tore at the girls left and right. Blood everywhere, Buffy screamed as three Turok-Han dragged her away. They threw her down and began to tear her pants off. She screamed and fought back, but before she could get more than a punch or two in, she choked as blood poured down her throat. The Turok-Han were turning her! She tried to choke and cough it out, but her body started to convulse. The last thing she would ever see, was Faith, her great love, being raped to death by four more Turok-Hans, before she threw herself off the cliff face and impaled herself on a rock and bled out. She was dead in seconds. "Uffy!.." Faith tried to scream out her wife's name before her head was torn right off her neck by a rather savage Turok-Han. It drank her blood as a chalice.
Willow and Tara both screamed as they were dragged down, kicking pathetically, Willow's last vision was of Tara being raped from both ends as she had her face ripped apart. As each and every fighter was killed horribly, Andrew tried to run and hide like a coward. He almost made it, for about twelve seconds, till both Johnathon and Warren showed up. "Hey bro." Johnathon said, right before a bringer ripped out Andrew's spinal column and let him fall. He wavered around like a marionette that had has its strings cut. He fell gagging and died, floundering like a fish out of water. A moment later, he showed up again next to the other two. They walked through the flames and dying or screaming women, screaming as they were turned or impregnated with Evil. They turned in time to see Spike's amulet go off. The entire city was reduced to a crater. The Trio appeared in another town, and kept walking. They were all sci-fi geeks, so there was only thing to say, "Flawless Victory".
As they walked away laughing, far away at the edge of the crater, D'hoffryn stood and smelled the fresh air. He was dressed in military fatigues and was armed with several military grade weapons. Then he laughed and reached into one of his many pockets. He pulled out a cellphone and dialed. "Greetings, this is D'hoffryn, may I please speak to Buffy?" He waited a moment while the phone on the other end exchanged hands. "Buffy here, agent Horny?" (Buffy had come up with the code name, she thought Dawn would've approved). "Ahh," D'hoffryn sighed. "Yes it's me. All's done on my end," He lifted up the rocket launcher and braced it against his shoulder; his military fatigues were still smoking. "The city's been reduced to a crater. Spike and Dark Casea were dusted. How're they holding up on your end, still alive, and human? Good, good. I'll be heading out to meet you at the regroup location, see you there, the illusion worked perfectly." D'hoffryn listened as Buffy responded, then, "Yes, yes, the powers that be won't suspect a thing, nor the First. We're free and clear, Laddon be praised!" He hung up the phone and walked down the road, whistling a jaunty tune.
