Disclaimer: See 1st chapter.
A/N: Oh my God..could it be...an update? If anyone is still reading this, no your eyes don't deceive you. My muse finally stopped being mean and came to me. Also this chapter is dedicated to freelance spice. Rating is changing to M as well. Enjoy everyone and please review!
Chapter Thirteen: A Night To Remember
"Damn demon." Frowning, Faith rubbed at the scratch on her neck, wincing when the saltiness of her fingers made it burn. "I ask ya, why does a demon need five hands with sharp claws? Not only is it fucked up but c'mon. Five? Odd numbers and shit make no sense."
Buffy chuckled and listened as the other female continued to grumbled about the slaying they had just did. What had started as a simple dusting of a few vampires had turned into a real save the boy sort of moment. After following the sounds of screaming, they'd encountered a terrified punk rocker kid crouching near an abandoned building while some weird looking creature tried to make him his late night snack. A fight had ensued of course, complete with quips and being tossed painfully hard into a wall. Somewhere along the line Faith got scratched and she'd gotten a small cut over her eye. But all was well that ended well of course because the monster was dead.
"Aww poor baby got a wittle scwatch." She teased lightly. "Want a band aid? How about a kissie?" She squealed as a hand slapped her hard on the ass.
The brunette sent her a look and then sighed, swinging an arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer. "Aight so we did the fightin' thing, now what?" A pause. "Not hungry for once but I could use a beer. And a cold shower."
The blonde giggled. "We could go home right now and do it like bunnies, and you'd still need a cold shower."
"That an invitation?"
"Maybe."
"You're a tease."
"I am not!"
"Ya kinda are." Her partner smirked as they walked along. "Not that that is a bad thing. I mean I get it. Ya wanna be more whatever before we kick it into high gear."
A beat. "I do. But-well there is no perfect moment for this kinda stuff. An-and don't think I don't wanna be with you because I do. Really do. So, totally do. I'm just a little wigged. I-I mean you've had way more sex than I have, and you've did the girlie thing before. What if I suck?"
Faith shrugged. "Suckin' is good. Heh look it's relative I guess. When you and farm boy used to saddle up, you know what made you hot right?" When the other girl blushed and nodded, she continued. "It's like that 'cept I'm not a dude. Sides you can play innocent all ya want but even you have to know how girls get down."
Buffy blushed even redder, biting her bottom lip. "I've heard stuff."
"Sure ya have." Was the reply she received. "Point is there ain't no manual for this kinda thing. Well porn could be one but half the time they fake it. Dude, we should watch a porno!"
The blonde blinked and pulled at her beige blouse. "Wha-bu-huh?" Call her a prude but she'd honestly never seen one before. "Um, uh well if you want too. But not anythin' too weird."
"So it's a no on Slutty Booty Skanks 5?"
"Oh my god! Is that a real title?"
Laughing, the ex-con glanced up at the small sign a few yards ahead. The Feisty Goat was open and serving, and she was ready to consume. Strolling to the door, she yanked it open and ushered the blonde inside. It was all biker dudes and their old ladies, playing pool and smoking cigars. As her girlfriend scrunched up her face, she motioned at the waitress for two glasses of beer and headed to an empty table.
Grabbing up a pool cue, she winked. "Ever play?"
A snort. "No. Lemme guess, you wanna bend me over the table and teach me?"
A nod. "Among other things that deal with bendin' ya over a table."
Folding her arms over her chest with a little smile, Buffy elected to sit back and just watch as the brunette and some guy played a game. With a cigarette hanging from between her pouty lips as she sung along to Joan Jett's Do Ya Wanna Touch, she looked utterly amazing. Joking with some beefy man she had never met and lining up shot after shot, you'd never have known all the crap she'd been through. However there was a small part of her that figured the brunette was projecting the persona she wanted people to see. Inside her head it was probably like a massive angry bee hive.
But at least she was opening up some, which was better than nothing. True they hadn't moved as slow as snails...like other couples but this pace worked for them. It's what they both needed after so much badness. Besides everyone knew the only person who ever really got her was Faith. Their being together was...well it was destiny.
Strange wiggly destiny but destiny just the same.
"Yes!" Faith snickered as her solid went into the corner pocket. She glanced to the other Slayer and arched her brow at her expressions, then simply smiled. She was in her special place again, or picturing her naked. Whatever came first.
Cracking her neck, she scuffed her black boots on the floor and leaned on her stick. Ziggy, the hairy bear of a man that she was playing with swigged his beer and burped loudly, grinning. "So cupcake, what's your deal? Don't get to many young pretty lil thangs in here."
She grinned and flicked ashes to the ground. "Just blowin' off some steam before me and my girl head home."
"That your girl?" He pointed to Buffy.
"Yup."
"Niiice."
"I know huh?"
He smirked. "What's she like in the sack? Tiger or kitten?"
As the blonde scoffed, her girlfriend laughed. "I'd say a little of both. Starts off cold but rub her the right way and she shoots off like a rocket."
"Faith!" The blonde balked. "Could you please not tell perfect strangers intimate details of our relationship?"
"Don't be shy honey. After all someone's gotta ride in the bitch seat." Ziggy gave a hearty chuckle.
"The what?"
"I'll explain it later."
Lounging on the roof of the Hyperion near dawn, Buffy stared up at the night sky from the blanket where she rested. Beside her of course was Faith, their fingers entwined as they just talked and enjoyed each other's company. All across the distance were flashing lights and neon signs, all that Los Angeles had to offer, except for the things that lurked in the darkness.
"There was Adam, he was this demon hybrid thingie that Professor Walsh made. The guys and I had to call on the first Slayer to kill him. Then there was Glory and she was a real loony, not to mention a hell God that hit like a mack truck. She wanted Dawn because she was this Key to opening the door so that she could go home. Fighting her and closing the portal is how I died a second time." Buffy explained idly. "That was a really challenging year for so many reasons. I guess that is why I was so ready to just be dead and be finished with all of it."
Faith nodded, then smirked. "So, what was Heaven like?"
"It was nice." The blonde whispered. "I don't remember the facts but I was surrounded by love; it was so warm. I knew nothing bad could ever touch me there." A pause." When I was brought back it felt like someone had ripped out all the light in the world and threw me into the dark. Crawling out of my own grave had to have been one of the hardest things I'd ever done."
"That's rough, man." Her partner replied. "I'm sorry about your mom by the way. Joyce was...well she was aight."
"Thank you." Pouting, she turned and pressed her face into the brunette' neck, inhaling the smell of her skin. "She liked you. Well, except for when you hit her but-but before that she liked you. I think she'd be okay with our relationship, especially with Dawn being around and the whole...grandchildren aspect. No-not that I don't want kids 'cause I do but well...ya know."
The brunette snickered. "Just say the word and I'll knock ya up whenever you want. I got mad skills."
"If you have that skill I really am a lucky girl."
"You think you're lucky to be with me?"
"I think I'm lucky to have found you again, yeah."
"You really think your mom would have been alright with you dating a girl?" A beat. "Any girl, not just me?"
"I think so. I mean she was okay with me and Angel...when he wasn't evil." Buffy shrugged. "And she didn't bar Willow or Tara from the house. In the end it's all about happiness. Though I find it interesting Xander asked Willow to gay him up yet I'm the one dating a girl. Neat."
Faith chuckled, then cleared her throat. "Weird question. What went wrong between you and Beef stick? Last I saw you two were pretty into each other."
A sigh. "I...kinda neglected him...sorta. Apparently I took him for granted, he got tired of it and poof. No more Riley. He just-he just wanted to take care of me and I guess I couldn't deal with that on some level."
"Yeah well, ya do have a thing when it comes to bein' the strongest. I could get back when you were the only one. Now? Not so much." She inhaled the crisp morning air.
"What do you mean?"
"Alls I'm sayin' is, you don't gotta be all powerful all the time. Let me bear some of the weight."
Buffy smiled and played with strands of dark hair. "Is that you're way of asking to take care of me?"
A shrug. "Maybe. 'Sides I hear relationships are 50/50 sometimes. I don't get it but whatever..."
Buffy sat down on the couch and pulled her legs under her, chewing on her bottom lip. They were just about to watch a dirty movie, and she couldn't help feeling like a teenager about to do something she wasn't supposed to. After all the Spike sex she had considered herself pretty kinky, but to be honest she hadn't been with that many guys. Once with Angel, then she got diddled-literally-by stupid Parker and that hadn't even been that good. All thrust and no technique. Riley; stamina but wasn't really into anything but the romantic side, which was nice of course but sometimes a girl needs more. And then there was Spike...which spoke for itself.
Not to mention it'd been like a year since she'd last tripped the light fantastic. She was outta practice.
Rubbing at her cheek, she watched as Faith plopped down beside her with a bowl of popcorn. She arched a brow. "Odd choice for a porno..."
The brunette snickered. "We're watchin' it for your benefit not mine. Otherwise I'd have honey and other shit to make ya sticky."
"So what are we watching?"
"Hot Pink 2. All girl action. I ordered it from the thingie."
"Doesn't the bill go to Angel?"
"Yup."
"Faith! I-I don't want him knowing I watched a-a dirty movie."
"Lighten up, B. He's like two hundred years old. I'm sure he's seen a few in his day. Hell, might have even starred in one if he didn't have a soul."
The blonde snorted and folder her arms over her chest. "Anyway it's just-he's Angel ya know? And we may not be together anymore but I don't wanna hurt his feelings."
Tilting her head to the side, the brunette smirked. "I'm sure he knows we're gonna do it sooner or later. Prob thinks we already are." A pause. "Seriously you need to relax. It's sex not chemistry. Now shut up and watch the hotness."
Five minutes after watching Jessica lower her head between Nikki's thighs and give her a right good going over, Buffy felt herself squirming slightly. She shifted on the sofa several times and then bit her lip, putting her hands in her lap. She'd never seen two girls do what they were doing, but it was affecting her just the same. The moans, the shudders, even the cheesy music in the background. She kinda felt like a voyeur-like she was peeping through a bedroom window or something.
It was wrong but it was so hot.
Clearing her throat, she glanced at Faith but tried to play it cool. The brunette however seemed completely oblivious as she sipped her soda and watched the movie like she were watching a regular movie.
Running a hand through her hair, she started rolling up the bottom of her blouse without even realizing she were doing so. Her body began to hum and each sound of pleasure that one of the girls made on the screen, sent a small tingle to her chi. She was so into what they were currently doing to each other, that she didn't know Faith had moved until she felt soft lips on her neck. She jerked but quickly leaned her head to the side so that the other female could have all the access she wanted.
"Wanna do what they're doin'?" Faith asked with a smirky grin.
"Yes..." She said breathlessly.
Winking, the ex-con stood and pulled the blonde up with her, turning off the tv. She lead her into the bedroom and shut the door, then took Buffy into her arms and kissed her passionately. One hand held to her waist as the other trailed up to cup her cheek; their tongues winding and rubbing and caressing. To be honest, at that moment, holding her in her arms and feeling her warmth; the brunette had never wanted anything else. By the time Buffy turned her face slightly to the side, they were both breathing deeply with pounding hearts.
Faith smiled and reached for her shirt, yanking it over her head. She then did the same to her own and unbuttoned her jeans, wiggling out of them. She dropped to her knees before the blonde and inched down her pajama shorts, having her step outta them. She looked her over with big brown eyes and sighed; Buffy was just so freaken beautiful. And she'd never admit it but, she was a little nervous to be finally doin' it with her. Not that she didn't have total confidence in her sexxin', but this was...Buffy.
Not to mention Buffy's first lesbian experience. Hello pressure.
Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Faith held to the blonde's thighs and drug her tongue along the top of her panty line. She felt hands squeeze her shoulders, and then heard a gasp of surprise when she nuzzled her face to the fabric. She grabbed the material with her teeth and pulled-down until they fell with a will of their own to pool around dainty ankles. She looked the blonde over and grinned; just like she'd pictured. Though reality beat her imagination anytime.
Buffy swallowed hard but forced her eyes to remain on the ceiling. Still the same thought ran through her mind over and over again; I'm about to have sex with Faith.
The brunette stood and walked them back to the bed where they fell a tangle of arms and legs, discarding the rest of their clothes. Buffy moaned as her partner covered her like a second skin, grinding down against her nude body. She could feel a coil tightening in her lungs, threatening to steal the very breath from her body. The hairs on her arms crackled with electricity, chasing jolt after jolt along her shoulders and collar bone. She gasped and ran her fingers up through the brunette's silky waves, giving them a small yank.
Faith jerked, the old motto of want take have flashing through her mind. She grunted and slipped down to the blonde's breasts, closing her hot mouth around a hard nipple. She sucked and nibbled at the small bud, her hand twisting and rolling the other like a piece of dough. Buffy's chest arched to her actions as her lashes fluttered, her veins going white hot with desire. She curled her fingers around the sheets and let her head fall back to the pillow, her mind shutting everything else out.
She sucked and bit at her nipples like they were hard candies. Over and over until the blonde was writhing in pleasure and frustration. Needing more. Always needing more. "Faith..."
"What?" She mumbled teasingly. "You want somethin', B?"
"Please..." The blonde whimpered, not exactly sure what she should ask for. "I-I need...you..."
Faith grinned and sunk lower, then snickered. "Yeah? Then open these pretty legs wider for me."
Buffy looked at her girlfriend rather innocently but did as she requested. She felt scandalous; laying back with her legs spread like a whore, begging Faith to take her, showing Faith every part of her. However the look that the brunette gave her as she did so washed that away and replaced it with pure lust. Faith wanted her in the most animal way possible, and she wasn't trying to hide it at all. The intensity of her eyes said everything that her lips weren't saying.
It was breathtaking really.
Faith licked her lips in anticipation and lowered her head between quivering thighs, blowing warm air over the other girl. Her tongue extended and she licked at the wet swollen lips before her from top to bottom. Her hands came up to hold Buffy down when she squeaked and bucked up forcefully, rocking the bed slightly. She gave a husky chuckle and continued her motions, sliding her tongue up one and down the other over and over again.
Buffy moaned, her head turning to the side as her fingers white knuckled the covers. Her hips jerked with a will of their own, pushing up to the decadent mouth that was currently unraveling everything that she ever was. She bent her legs up and then stretched them out again, seemingly not able to get a grip on anything. Her chin tilted to the ceiling and she whispered Faith's name, her voice low and thick with desire.
When that slick tongue found her clitoris she thought she'd die right then and there. It swirled and traced like an artist sketching, then flicked quickly three or four times before repeating the actions from the beginning. Heat bloomed like a fire in her sex, spreading up into her stomach. If possible she flushed even redder.
Faith licked her and sucked her with all the restraint of a groupie back stage at a rock concert. She was drowning in her; her taste and her smell and it made her crazy with arousal. She practically tried to inhale her clit, closing her teeth around it gently moments later.
"Oh-oh god! Faith!" Buffy cried out, her skin glistening with sweat. "Fuck-ah..don't stop..."
The brunette shivered at her words, her own body throbbing like a sore thumb. She flexed two fingers and pushed them into the blonde as far as they would go, starting a fluid stroking motion. She was on fire inside and only burning hotter and hotter the more she touched her. For a brief moment she forgot what her mouth was doing and just watched as smoky liquid rolled down along her knuckles. She loved when chicks got really wet for her.
"You like this, B?" She smirked, already knowing the answer. "Wanna scream for me like the slut in the movie?"
At that second Buffy would have quacked like a duck if she asked. "Pl-please..."
Grinning, she pulled her hand back and licked her fingers, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Shit..." She laid down on top of her girlfriend and lined their bodies up just right. Tossing her hair out of her face, she captured the blonde's lips in a kiss that left them both panting. She then begin to ground down hard, moving slickly, causing the most amazing vibrations to well up.
The more she moved the stronger they became, and the faster Buffy caught on. She wrapped her slender legs after Faith's waist and groaned loudly, having never experienced anything so intimate in her entire life. Yeah sex with a guy was intimate but her brain was fogging over and she didn't care to remember why it was intimate. Having Faith pressed so tightly to every part of her, using all of her made her feel so loved. It was perfect.
Faith closed her eyes and moaned against Buffy's shoulder, speeding up her rhythm as the blonde whimpered and murmured sexy words into her ear. She wasn't sure how long she moved or how hard she allowed herself to grind down, but suddenly it hit the blonde like a car going one hundred miles per hour.
Buffy grabbed her upper arms and practically lifted from the mattress when she finally came, all damp and hot like steam. She could hear herself calling Faith's name over and over again, but she couldn't recognize her own voice. The churning deep inside her body was too loud and too astounding for her to do anything but immerse herself in it. She felt like she was being stretched too thin and squeezed too tight all at the same thing.
"Fuck yes..." Faith actually bit the hollow of the blonde's neck as she orgasmed, creating a startling set of bruise color teeth marks. She was surrounded and flooded by heat, stars exploded behind her eyelids like a New Year's fireworks show. A deep drum beat pounded in her clit continuously, making her grind faster and harder to the body trembling beneath her. She never wanted it to end, she wanted to swim in the flaming sensations until they consumed her from the inside out.
She'd burn like embers and smile while doing it.
"Oh-oh-oooh..." Buffy mewled like a lost kitten as everything continued to pulse even as her climax began to subside. "I-fuck-I think I died a-again."
Faith coughed out a laugh, content to never move. "Betcha...say that to...all the girls."
The blonde giggled. "Only the ones who-who do me really well."
A smirk. "Heh well wait til I get feelin' back in my legs. I'll do ya tell ya break."
She smiled, liking the sound of that. "You're pretty great, do you know that?"
"Not really. But I believe ya when ya say it."
"Good. Cause...it's true."
A brief minute of silence descended over the pair, with only the sounds of gentle breathing coursing through the room. And then Buffy was speaking. "Think Dennis watched us?"
Faith gave a throaty chuckle. "Honestly? He'd be damn crazy if he didn't..." A beat as she lifted her head so that their eyes met. "Though if he missed out he can always catch round two."
"And when is that?" Buffy asked with a knowing grin.
The brunette arched a brow and rimmed her nipple with her index finger. "Oh I'm thinkin'...right about now."