I now give you…the final chapter to Chicago, My Kind of Town. Thanks to everyone who left amazing feedback along the way. I hope you enjoyed the ride.
Chapter 10: Payback's a B*tch"I didn't expect to see you up so early. Figured you'd be all tangled up and getting sweaty with your honey."
"Wills!" the blonde exclaimed loudly as she walked into the kitchen.
The witch grinned up from her toast and gave her long-time friend a mocking look. "Buffy!" she mimicked back.
"I…we…I mean, it's not like that." The blonde slayer blushed and refused to look at friend as she padded towards the refrigerator. "We didn't…"
The witch audibly groaned between her bites of toast. "Don't tell me you two didn't make up last night after I left you at the bar."
"No!" Buffy insisted shrilly. "We did, it's just that…"
"You're still playing hard to get?" Willow interrupted, laughing. "Geez, Summers. I know you're a tease, but this is a little extreme, even for you."
Buffy's jaw opened and closed like a feeding goldfish. "When did you get so sassy?"
Willow shrugged nonchalantly. "Kennedy's in New York. I gotta live vicariously through you, I guess."
Buffy opened the large refrigerator and scanned the contents inside, trying to ignore her best friend and her prodding questions.
"So that still doesn't explain why you're awake so early and not having hot girl-on-girl morning sex," the Wicca pointed out.
"She didn't want to," Buffy mumbled, not looking at the witch. She tentatively reached for a low-fat yogurt, but decided against it.
Willows eyebrows shot up to her hairline in shock. "Faithdidn't want to have sex? Faith? Are you sure that was really her at the pub last night? Cause if not, I can do a spell…"
Buffy breathed out deeply and closed the refrigerator door. She had already known that her search for food was senseless since there was only one thing she was craving. "I wanted to...you know…last night. Oh, how I wanted to…" she sighed, the frustration apparent in her body language. "But when we got back to the castle, she turned me down."
The witch looked a mixture of perplexed and amused. "What is it with you two?" she asked. "Honestly, get over the angst and just get it on."
Buffy grimaced at her friend's choice of words. "There was no angst," she protested, pouting lightly. "Just…excuses. Good excuses, I think." She paused and wet her lips, recalling the events of the previous night. "We kissed a little outside my bedroom door –."
"Ooooh, you guys kissed?" Willow taunted.
"But then," Buffy continued, this time more loudly, "she just said goodnight. I thought it was a trick at first, but she insisted she wants to figure out this mystic portal thing before we try to be together."
The redhead frowned and cocked an eyebrow. "She said that?" she asked, perplexed. "Faith said that she wanted to figure out the portal first?"
"I know," Buffy nodded. "It was weird – Faith being all responsible, putting duty before sex. But I guess she really is a different person than the girl we knew in Sunnydale."
Willow looked distracted by her thoughts. "Uh-huh…." she trailed off. "I should probably go see Faith. Erm, and work on those translations then. Uhm, you know…to figure out the portal sooner than later so you guys can have your happily-ever-after." She stood up from the kitchen stool and walked toward the door. "Remember," the redhead smiled at her friend. "I'm still expecting those chubby babies."
"Wills, you did take sex ed in high school, right?"
The witch waved her hand dismissively before leaving. "Details, details."
"Where's Willow?"
The blonde walked down the wooden staircase and into the large castle basement. She had expected to find the redheaded witch, but instead only found Faith. The space was dark, a few candles flickering, struggling to illuminate the massive room.
Faith lit another large white candle and looked up at the small slayer after blowing out the match. The smoke curled up towards the ceiling. "She's not here," she stated simply.
"Um, yes. I see that. But where is she?" the elder slayer asked as she walked toward the Boston girl. "I got a message that she needed me down here to help out with the portal. Something about how she finally figured out that it was gonna take both you and me to open it."
The younger woman smiled at her sister-Slayer. "See, that's the thing with those sneaky lesbians. They only tell you half-truths."
Buffy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Half-truths? I don't understand."
"There is no portal."
The blonde furrowed her forehead even more severely at the brunette's announcement. "What…but I thought…"
"That the portal needed me to open it because my blood holds the Slayer line." Faith finished the blonde's statement herself. "Yea, I know what you thought. Cause I thought it too." The brunette shook her head slowly with a strange smile on her lips. "Red's pretty convincing. Apparently she made up the portal business just to get us working together again. She totally made the whole thing up."
"But we went all the way to Chicago…" Buffy pointed out, still not quite wrapping her head around what Faith was trying to tell her.
"Yup," Faith smiled cheekily. "All the way to Chicago just cause she thought you and I needed to get horizontal."
Buffy blinked a few times letting Faith's revelation sink in. "Wow," the blonde stated finally. "Wills is the sneakiest lesbian ever. Are there like awards for that kind of thing?"
A thought suddenly flittered through her mind. "Wait a minute," the blonde started. "But last night you said we couldn't…you know…" she blushed slightly, "because you wanted to solve the mystery of the portal first."
Faith pulled a solitary wooden chair into the center of the room, its legs scraping loudly against the cold, concrete floor. "Have a seat, Twinkie," she instructed.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow at her partner, but walked toward the chair.
"You said I owed you a show," Faith explained. "So now it's time for me to settle all my debts."
Suggested Listening: "Lace and Leather" by Britney Spears
Baby, take a seat
Eyes on me this is my show
Your one and only pleasure
All decked in lace and leather
A song filled the stale air, echoing against the concrete walls of the castle basement. It was more upbeat than the song Buffy had danced to over a week ago in Chicago, but still held the potential for something more with its pounding bass line and synthesizer.
Faith stepped out from behind the ornamental dressing-room screen, apparently set up in the basement for this specific purpose – the payback. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as the leggy Boston woman shrugged out of the white fleece robe and hung it on the folding screen.
Normally the brunette looked stunning in whatever tight, revealing leather outfit she chose to wear – her traditional uniform of sorts; but the blonde had never seen her partner look so devastatingly soft and feminine as she did at this moment. Gone was the characteristically heavy make-up and the hard edge that came with wearing combat boots and leather. Instead she wore 4 1/2 inch black stiletto heels strapped to her delicate feet.
Whereas Buffy's stripper outfit consisted of nothing more than a few strips of black leather, Faith countered the other woman's previous ensemble with a matching black bra and panty set. The lacy black convertible push-up bra struggled to contain the ample breasts that heaved beneath their snug confines and the tiny lace underwear left little to the imagination, doing little more than covering the brunette's most intimate parts. She wore a red garter belt slung low on her chiseled hips, the straps clinging to her strong thighs and connecting to the sheer black thigh-high nylons that covered the expanse of her slender legs.
Faith stalked toward the blonde, expertly maneuvering on the concrete floor despite the height of her heels. A predatory grin spread across her face as she looked upon her lover's face and noted the undeniable lust and amazement. She straddled the seated woman, slinging her right leg and then the left over Buffy's lap, barely resting her barely-covered backside on the blonde's upper thighs. Her thigh muscles twitched and strained as she hovered above her lover's lap.
Buffy reached up as if in a trance, her hands moving slowly to cup the lace-covered breasts.
"Nuh-uh, B," Faith clucked standing up suddenly from her perch on the blonde's lap. "You should know the rules by now. I can touch you. In fact, I can do whatever I want to you…but you can't lay a finger on me, or else I'll stop." She paused, wetting her plush lips. "You promise to behave now?"
Buffy bit her bottom lip hard, tasting the slight tang of her own blood, but nodded her consent. As much as she wanted to take this lace-covered goddess upstairs and have her way with her, she also wanted to sit back and enjoy the show.
Faith swung her hips from side to side, dipping low every few beats. She ran her hands across her bare torso, the defined curve of her abdominal muscles flexing beneath her own touch. Her hands traveled north, up to her breasts and she squeezed the globes in her palms, the flesh molding and melding between her fingers. Buffy's eyes were transfixed on those hands, wishing for nothing more in this moment than to be feeling the soft skin over which they traversed, jealous that Faith's hands traveled to where the blonde wanted to kiss and suck.
The dark slayer stared hard at the seated blonde, locking chocolate irises with ever-darkening green-hazel. She bit her thick bottom lip, sucking the flesh into her mouth as she gyrated for the small slayer who was quickly losing her control. Faith maneuvered dangerously close to the Californian, causing her to gasp in tortured pain.
Look but don't touch Unless you want to lose your innocenceFaith placed a hand on either side of the blonde, gripping onto the arms of the chair. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts threatening to spill out of their lacy confines. The raven-haired beauty snapped her head back, flipping her long brunette waves and arching her defined back. Buffy groaned and wiggled uncomfortably in the wooden chair.
The Boston girl stood erect and turned to face away from the elder slayer, allowing the small blonde an eyeful of the pert backside hugged deliciously by the thin lace straps of her thong and garter belt. Faith ran her hands through her hair, continuing to shake her hips to the beat, lifting her locks toward the sky. Buffy's eyes traveled north as well, marveling at the strong back and shoulder blades that flexed and twitched like the smooth muscles of a panther or jaguar.
The Boston girl gracefully bent over in front of the elder slayer, running her hands along the insides of her nylon-encased thighs. She looked back at the woman behind her with a smirk on her bruising lips, full knowing how she was making the other woman react.
Faith stood straight again and sat down lightly on the blonde's lap, facing away from the svelte woman. She began moving her ass in painfully erotic figure eights on the tops of the other woman's tight thighs.
"Had enough yet, B?" she breathed, her voice low and husky. "Betcha just wanna touch me all over, don't ya?" The blonde swallowed hard, unable to contain the whimper that escaped her lips.
Faith arched her back, her barely-covered chest thrusting out, as she rested her head back against the blonde's shoulder. The small slayer gazed on the fleshy mountains and down the tight abdomen, wanting to touch every inch of skin upon which her eyes currently feasted.
Faith ran her fingertips down the exposed flesh from the cup of her bra, down her flat stomach, between her finely crafted thighs, the pads of her fingertips dancing across her skin. Buffy winced, as if in pain, biting down hard on her tongue to keep from sounding too pathetic in her wanting.
The song came to an abrupt end and Faith stood from her sister-Slayer's thighs with a cheeky grin. She swung her legs so that she returned to her seat atop the blonde's lap, this time facing Buffy, straddling the smaller woman's upper thighs between her legs.
"So, B…" Faith purred, her hands wrapped together behind the blonde's neck. She placed feather-light kisses on the blonde's eyelids, nose, and earlobes. "Did ya like your show?"
Buffy growled from deep within her throat and clamped her small hands on the outsides of Faith's tight thighs in response, finally touching the tantalizing skin before her. She raked her short, manicured fingernails along the nylon material.
"Mmhmm…Buffy liked."
Without another word, the blonde reached behind the dark woman and expertly unsnapped the clasp of her convertible bra. Faith's eyes darkened when she felt the material go lax against her skin.
"Buffy," she growled, the word a warning and a promise.
The Boston girl shrugged out of the offending garment, exposing herself to the seated blonde upon whose lap she continued to rest. Buffy's eyes drank in the olive-toned flesh, her tongue quickly darting out as she swabbed the tip against her bottom lip. She eyeballed the other woman as if she wanted to devour her whole.
Buffy slid one hand between the two exposed breasts and leaned forward to capture the other woman's mouth with her own. The blonde's strong, feminine hands traveled down to the small of the taller woman's back as she nibbled and nipped at the brunette's tender neck. Faith arched her back, bracing her upper torso against Buffy's capable touch.
The blonde swooped down and took a hardened nipple into her mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from the half-naked woman. Faith immediately tangled a hand in Buffy's silky blonde strands, encouraging the elder slayer to continue. The blonde flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth against the sensitive bud, pulling encouraging murmurs and sighs from the Boston girl.
Buffy's free hand wandered down the front of the younger slayer's barely-there lace underwear. She was immediately rewarded with a gush of arousal coating her fingers. Faith squirmed from her perch on the small blonde's lap, her eyes flicking between the delicious sight of the elder slayer's hand shoved down her panties and the gorgeous lips wrapped around her puckered nipple. Buffy bit down lightly, eliciting a whimper from her lover.
The ground suddenly rumbled underneath the tangled slayers like a small earthquake. The unexpected tremors caused Buffy to loosen her grip on the younger slayer who promptly fell from her lap and onto the hard concrete floor. The brunette grunted as her scantily covered ass struck the floor. Faith glared up at her sister-Slayer who could only give her a sheepish smile in apology.
A neon light flashed through the basement, bathing the room with its illumination. The Boston girl held her hand up to her face, shielding her dilated eyes from the bright yellow glow that pulsed and formed the outline of a rectangular door on the concrete wall.
Buffy blinked a few times as she stared at the glowing entrance. "Faith. Is…is that a portal?" she asked incredulously.
"Where the hell is Red?" the brunette muttered angrily, looking for her robe. "That sneaky lesbian is in so much trouble."
FIN