CHAPTER 8
"FUCK!" I grunted, havin' my sixth orgasm of the night before collapsing on to the bed. Goddamn, I've never been so thankful for slayer stamina in all my life. "Okay... Break time." I mumbled, only just now startin' to regain the feelings in my limbs. "I either need to get some grub or sleep before the next round." I heard Buffy let out a breathless little laugh as she curled into my side, restin' her head on my chest. She gets so cuddly after fuckin'...
"Maybe we could order room service."
"Hot damn this hotel has everythin' doesn't it? I hope Tweed has the cash to pay for all this." She just mumbled somethin' that I couldn't even make out, and wrapped her arms around my waist. I laughed and started fumblin' around for the covers, pulling 'em up over her so she wouldn't get cold. Damn, I think I'm gettin' whipped. I never used to be all considerate and shit after knockin' boots with somebody. "Sleep first." I whispered, leanin' down to place a kiss on the top of her head. Whatever, i'll worry about all the relationship shit later, once I'm not so fucken tired. Shit, come to think of it I never used to be tired after sex.... I guess it takes a slayer to knock another slayer out, or somethin' like that.
I was woken up awhile later by the smell of food. So I guess bein' slapped isn't the only thing that can wake me. "Food." I mumbled, sittin' up and fumblin' around like a zombie trying to find it. I heard Buffy laughin' so I opened my eyes. She was sittin' there in the chair in front of the tv, a plate filled with pancakes and scrambled eggs. She looked over at me with a fork stickin' out of her mouth. "Guess you took advantage of the room service?"
"I was hungry..."
"Well I hope ya got some for me too, otherwise I'm gonna steal some of yours." She grumbled and clutched her plate closer.
"Check the nightstand." I looked over and sure enough, food!! I snatched one of the plates up and started to dig in. "You're going to eat on the bed?"
"Uh huh." I looked up and she was cringing at me. "What? You got the only chair, and unless ya want me to sit on your lap..."
"Just don't spill anything, I've seen how messy you eat."
"What, like you're any better?"
"I'm not eating on the bed!" I rolled my eyes and shoved my face on to the plate, eatin' extra messy just to piss her off. "Faith cut it out!!" I smirked up at her, syrup all over my face.
"Make me." She got up and set her plate down on the chair, givin' me this playful glare.
"Bad idea." She jumped on to the bed, surprisin' the hell outta me, which almost made me drop the plate. She grabbed at it, but I pulled it away with a growl. Nobody touches my food. Nobody. "If you can't eat with manners, you can't eat." She reached up and actually got one hand on to the plate, tuggin' in towards her. I just tugged right back.
"Ain't anyone ever tell ya not to poke the bear, B? Especially when the bear is hungry..."
"You're making a mess, we need to change the sheets now!"
"We did anyway." I laughed, which made her roll her eyes. "You made a bit of a mess last night, remember?"
"Me??" She let go of the plate and poked one of my boobs, which made me let out a little squeal of surprise. "You let out more than I did."
"But you were pretty damn fast in cleanin' it all up."
"Well... I..."
"Exactly." I brought my face back down to the plate, finishin' off the rest of the pancakes. Buffy just pouted up at me. "What? What's that look for?"
"Nothing. I guess I was just thinking that I'm glad Dawn convinced me to come down here." What the fuck??
"Dawn? The same Dawn that has openly admitted that she doesn't like me??"
"Yes, the same - wait, when did she say she doesn't like you?" I set the plate back down on the night stand and held one of her hands.
"Never mind. What did she say exactly, to get you out here?" She just sighed.
"Well, I spent most of my time... complaining that you couldn't come with, that I didn't want to be apart from you... And finally she just sat me down, looked me square in the eye and said 'just go to her, it'll be better for the both of you'. So I asked Giles - well, begged is more like it, and he finally caved. Got me a bus ticket, and before I knew it I was here."
"Damn. Guess I owe the kid one, huh." I leaned down to give her a kiss, but she backed up. What the shit?
"You have syrup all over your face." She laughed.
"Oh I guess I do. That bothers ya?" She narrowed her eyes at me. I grinned and leaned down again, makin' her eyes widen.
"Faith..."
"Whatsa matter, B? Afraid of gettin' dirty?"
"If I was I wouldn't be with you."
"Can't argue with that." I pressed my forehead against her cheek and started rubbin' back and forth, gettin' a nice smear of syrup on to her.
"Faith! God, how did you get it all the way up there anyways??" I moved to the other cheek, and she tried to push me away. Not too hard or anythin' though, it didn't even move me at all. I just laughed and placed a kiss on her nose.
"There ya go, now we're both all sticky."
"You're lucky there's a shower here, or I'd make you pay for that."
"Maybe you can make me pay anyways?" I waggled my eyebrows. She brought a finger up, wiped it down my nose, and put it in her mouth. Fuck...
"How?" She batted her eyelashes and me and gave me this innocent little smile that immediately filled my head with naughty thoughts.
"Uhh..." Goddammit I'm speechless! I'm never speechless! How does she do this to me?! Fuck!
"Maybe.... I can make you dirty, just like you did to me. Only in a more fun way."
"Uhh okay." I just nodded dumbly, unable to do any better. By the look on her face I'm thinkin' she knows exactly what she's doin' to me. Hot fucken damn, am I really this lucky? God this girl is amazin'. "Uhh..." I shook my head, tryin' to concentrate so some actual words would come out. "What do ya have in mind?"
"Well..." She blushed then, and it kinda looked like she was tryin' to hide her face from me. I reached down and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, not carin' anymore how whipped I most certainly am by now. My girl is uncomfortable, and I'm gonna fix it.
"What, Buffy?" I made sure to use her name instead of just 'B' to show her I'm serious. She seemed to notice, 'cause it made her smile. "You can tell me shit ya know. 'Least I hope you're comfortable enough to by now. I mean, I've seen your naughties and everythin', what's left to hide?" She pouted up at me.
"Of course I trust you, Faith. But..." She blushed again and I had to stop myself from rollin' my eyes.
"It's a sex thing, isn't it?" She nodded. "Damn B, why didn't ya just say so?" I held on to both of her hands, and gave her a smile that I was hopin' would make her a little more relaxed.
"I'm guessin' here that the reason you're so uptight," she again pouted at that, "about fuckin' is because the guys you were with... well, they weren't up to tryin' out new things, were they? Not even..." Shit, Faith! Don't bring up that blond bloodsucker, she's probably all touchy about it, seein' as he's all, ya know, fried to a crisp. But she took it pretty well, just givin' me a tiny smile and nod.
"Me and Spike did do some, er, interesting things. But nothing too wild, and he always wanted to be the one in control."
"That's what I figured. Now with me... Well, ya don't have to feel weird about wantin' to bring up tryin' new things. Odds are I've done, or at least heard of, all that there is. And why do I suddenly feel like it was stupid to say that..." She just laughed and gave me a little kiss.
"It's not like I didn't know that already. Or assume it, anyways. I know you've been with a lot of people, and as gross as that is to think of, I don't really care. Because you're with me now."
"Damn right." I gave her this big smile and leaned in a little so our faces were nice and close. "So then, you're wantin' to start tryin' out new things?" She nodded slowly, holdin' my gaze as her breathing started to pick up. "Like sex in public?"
"We kinda did that already... The graveyard..."
"Nah, that was nothin'. I mean in public. In the dark corner of a crowded room, havin' to hold back the screams so nobody will notice..." She nodded, clearly enjoyin' that idea. I crawled back to the front of the bed, restin' my shoulders against the headboard and spreading my legs. Her eyes followed me, first with confusion and then lust. "Come here." She didn't have to be told twice. She climbed up on me, tanglin' our legs together, holdin' herself up with her hands planted on either side of me.
"What are you thinking?"
"All this talk of tryin' new things reminded me of somethin' I want to try." She raised an eyebrow at me. "Yeah, there really is somethin' that I haven't done. I always thought... Well, it's stupid, but I thought it was too intimate or somethin'. I never wanted to do it 'cause I didn't want to get too close with anyone."
"But now you do?" I nodded, and it made her get this proud smile on her face. "So what is it..." I shifted down a little, so that our hips aligned. Then I brought a hand down, gently rubbin' my fingers along her pussy. Her breath hitched, and I got this cocky smile. "Faith..."
"I'm gettin' there." I continued rubbin' for a minute, and then used my thumb and pointer finger to open her more up to me, doin' the same to myself with my other hand. "Lower your hips." I mumbled, my voice all husky from the lust. She shivered, and did as I said. At the same time I lifted my hips, lettin' out a weird little squeak as our clits pressed together.
"Ohhhh." She moaned, closin' her eyes and bitin' her lip. So. Fucken. Hot. "That's really.... Fuck..." I brought my hands up to her ass, pushing down so that we'd press nice and hard against each other again. I groaned, diggin' my nails in as I noticed her clutch some nearby pillow real tight, hearin' the fabrics tear as her nails went right through. Hotfuckendamn this is so much better than I thought it would be, FUCK!
"Buffy..." I moaned as she thrusted against me again, already feelin' like I was gonna come any second now. "Shit, Buffy..." She did it again, harder this time, and I dragged my fingers up her back, feelin' the skin break against my nails, makin' her grunt out my name. After just a few more minutes of this, I felt her start to tremble beneath me, and I leaned down, mashing our lips together. She sucked on to my bottom lip and then bit it, so hard I could taste blood - and that was the last straw. "Fuck, Buffy!!" I exploded, literally seein' stars as I shook beneath her, my toes curlin' as I felt her climax right along with me, both of us pourin' out our release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I chanted, resting my forehead against Buffy as we rode out our high.
"That... That was..." We just smiled at each other, takin' a minute to catch out breath. "We're going again."
"Hell yeah."
"Okay, I really didn't think this through." I looked over at Buffy. She was holdin' up her ripped pink sweater, and lookin' down at her jeans which had the buttons and zipper ripped out.
"Oh." I laughed, and she just turned to narrow her eyes at me with a grumpy pout. "Sorry 'bout that, I was kinda impatiant to get you naked last night."
"What am I supposed to do now? I can't leave the room, these clothes are not wearable!" She tossed the sweater down in a huff, and I had to try real hard not to laugh. She's just so damn cute when she's mad.
"You can just wear some of my clothes."
"Right. Thanks, but I don't think any of your tops would fit. And leather pants? There's only one slayer in this room that can pull those off, and I'm looking at her."
"I dunno, some of the tops... Well, I guess most of 'em are cut pretty low, and they'd hang down a little on you... But hey, it would be pretty fuckin' hot." She just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, still poutin'.
"This isn't fair, now whenever you leave the room I can't go with you."
"So I won't leave the room." Wait a second... "Hey, when the dudes came in with all the food this mornin'..."
"I got all wrapped up in a blanket and hid behind the door."
"Good." There was a knock on the door then, and Buffy looked at me all scared. I smiled and walked up to the door.
"Faith!" I opened it up, keepin' my eye on her. She screamed and jumped behind the bed, and a second later her arm came up, tuggin' the blanket down. I laughed and turned around to see who was at the door.
"Yo."
"Um... What was that?" It was Kennedy, standin' there in the hallway with a 'what the fuck' look on her face.
"Eh, just B."
"When did Buffy come back?"
"Just last night." I looked over and saw that her head was popped up from behind the bed, hair all in her face. She huffed, blowin' some of it away.
"Ahh, I see."
"So what up, Ken?"
"Well after you didn't show up last night, and I heard some of the girls saying you were carrying a 'hot blond' into your room... I just thought I'd check in, see what was going on. I think I'm starting to get the picture."
"Hey, you got some spare clothes I could borrow? I'm kinda confined over here."
"Aw hell no, you're not wearin' her clothes! If anything, you're wearin' mine." Ken raised her eyebrows at me, probably pretty amused at this little fight. I fought the urge to flip her off and slam the door at her face. "What are you starin' at?"
"I just think it's adorable, this little lover's quarrel you've got going on here. Better than tv."
"Faith, I can wear her clothes, what does it matter..." She said it all quiet, like she was tryin' not to let Ken hear. But with that slayer gift and all, I'm sure it didn't work. I just turned to pout at her.
"It matters 'cause they would... It's... It just matters! You can wear one of my sparrin' shirts or somethin', and the jeans will probably stay up..."
"It doesn't matter! Stop being so damn stubborn and just let me wear whatever clothes I can get!"
"Fine." I pouted, before hearin' laughter behind me. I gritted my teeth at the stupid smirk Ken had on her face, havin' to fight real hard not to punch her in the face. "What??"
"I never thought I'd see you, the big badass slayer, get whipped. It's a hell of a sight."
"I'm not fucken whipped, shut up!"
"Faith!" I looked over at Buffy, worried that maybe I'd said somethin' to set her off. What now? I said you can wear Ken's dirty hooker clothes, so what now?? I froze at the whippin' motion I saw outta the corner of my eye. Fuck. No.
"I'll get you something to wear, Buffy." As she walked off to her room, I brought my hands into fists and let out a weird little grunting noise.
"You're gonna pay for that shit..."
