Buffy's innocent smile looked suspiciously like a smirk for a moment. "In fact, she looks an awful lot like you. Do I need pills or some sort of probe to check the situation out?"
"Pills won't help," Faith purred. Leaning closer, she started squeezing Buffy's chest (and her breasts, of course). "Well, before we start probing anything, let's just make sure the rest of you is healthy." She was having a blast. Buffy's nipples were so hard she could probably cut diamonds with them. Faith bit back a grin at the pants and near moans tearing from Buffy. "Did that hurt, Miss?"
"God, no." Buffy groaned. She knew by the time Faith's 'physical' of her was over, she was going to pop. If she lasted that long. "The way I'm starting to feel, you were smart to do a full body search." Buffy's voice was deeper and full of desire, and she could now smell Faith's arousal from their role playing.
Buffy was so hot, Faith was surprised her skin wasn't burning. "Please tell the truth, Miss." She squeezed a little harder this time. "Does this hurt?" Her own breathing rasped and her voice was husky.
"Nooooooooooooo," Buffy drew out as her first climax hit.
Faith watched her, loving the way Buffy looked as she came for me. "Thank you," Faith choked out. Herhands slid lower, caressing Buffy's quivering stomach muscles. "Does it hurt when I do this?" She dropped her head quickly and sucked on the area next to her right hand.
"No-o-o-o," Buffy stuttered, her second climax already building. By the time Faith reached her core, Buffy was going to be a soaked mess.
This was so much fun. Almost laughing, Faith pulled away and admired the love bite she'd just left. "What about here?" She worked on creating a matching mark on the other side of Buffy's stomach.
"No." Buffy climaxed again and could tell by the way her body was responding that it wasn't going to take much for a third.
"OK then." Faith couldn't keep this up for much longer. She wanted Buffy too badly. "Let's take a look at the spot that itches." She wiggled down so that she could open Buffy's lips with her fingers. Soon, she had Buffy's clit in her mouth, 'checking' it with her tongue.
Buffy threw her head back as Faith's mouth and tongue worked over her clit. "Yes,
fucking, yes," she shouted, gripping the sheets until her knuckles were white.
"I think I should get that probe now." Before they were both too gone to remember them. Rolling away, Faith feverishly dragged the harness over her uniform and tightened the buckles. The double dildo snapped into place and she liberally poured lube down the length of the anal probe. "Turn over, Miss. I need you on your hands and knees for this."
Buffy shakily turned over before arching her butt.
Until Faith's two cocks slid into Buffy with ease, she'd been worried. The one dildo was huge. She started a hard and fast rhythm. Buffy was already up several orgasms. She wouldn't last for long…not stuffed like this.
"Oh, God, Faith!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs as Faith plowed both of her entrances. Her body began shuddering and shaking until it started to shut down. Her vision grew fuzzy. "I love you." It was the last thing Buffy managed before everything went black.
Faith felt Buffy slump and got in one more good thrust. The friction from the base of the dildo on her clit pushed Faith over the edge right along with Buffy. Biting her lip as she climaxed, Faith grabbed Buffy and gently lowered her to the bed. Once Faith had stopped shaking, she pulled out and unharnessed. It took all her energy to stagger out of the bedroom and into the bathroom for cleaning supplies. She cleaned them both and then dropped the dildos into the shallow tub bowl of water for later. Faith lay down next to Buffy and took her in her arms. "Love you, too, B."
Buffy woke up feeling warm and sated - and surprisingly a little sore. She turned around in Faith's embrace and started running her fingers over Faith's body. With a smile, she noticed that Faith might be asleep, but her nipples liked the attention. Buffy decided not to do anything too exciting, though, until Faith was awake to enjoy it.
"Feeling frisky already, B? Thought I'd taken care of that last night," Faith mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. If Buffy wanted to play, Faith was ready. If not…she was ready for that, too.
"I've always been frisky for you, Faith. You don't know how many times I wanted to fuck the shit out of you on patrol, or follow you to the motel room and fuck your brains out. Hell, I had countless Bronze fantasies of you, in the bathroom, on the balcony, in the throngs of people on the dance floor. You have no idea how many vibrators I went through, and I think Mom wondered about missing cucumbers, too." Buffy hoped her dirty (and true) talk convinced Faith of her sincerity.
"Fuck, yeah, B. I had those fantasies, too." Right up until she'd screwed up, Faith thought. "Why don't you show me one of your favorites, baby? We'll just pretend to be in the right place, B. The Bronze? I can hum. The cemetery? I'm sure we can find a stake and some dust somewhere."
Buffy rolled them over until she was on top of Faith. "I don't need fantasies anymore, Faith. I have the living, breathing, and fucking sexy woman right here." Kissing her deeply, Buffy rolled her hips and ground her curls into Faith's. "Tell me how you want it, lover. The kinkier, the better."
"Then use one of your new toys on my ass, B. I want to feel you deep inside me, your tits on my back." Faith was wet just thinking about it. "Don't hold back, B. Not even a little." She loved being able to say that. They didn't have to worry about hurting each other.
Buffy lifted up and twisted Faith's nipples. "Mmm, making your ass mine. Good choice, love." She climbed off the bed, walking over to harness up. "Who knew I would still love driving stick? I guess it's the person behind it that matters." All about safety, Buffy squirted copious amounts of lube on Faith's cute rosebud before slowly driving her faux cock in deep.
"Definitely…who's behind…the stick, B," Faith grunted out. Fuck, Buffy was good at this. When she could think clearly, Faith vowed to ask Buffy if she'd done this before. Right now, though, she was too busy slamming back into Buffy to talk.
For her part, Buffy used one hand to grab a handful of Faith's hair and reached underneath to play with her mental shopping list got bigger the more she pounded into Faith. Buffy knew Faith was well-rounded sexually, and Buffy was willing to experiment.
"B…" Faith was so close. Biting her lip, she tasted blood. "Oh, fuck. B!" Screaming Buffy's name, she hit her first climax…then her second. Who said mornings were bad? Faith's were fan- fucking-tastic.
Buffy pushed Faith through her climaxes. She wanted to give her a non-traditional "breakfast" in bed.
Faith's head started buzzing and the room spun. Five…six… She lost count after that. All she knew was the feel of Buffy's cock stretching and filling her and the sharp pain of Buffy's fingers on her nipples. The next time Faith climaxed, things dimmed. She was going down for the count with…just…one…more…
When Faith dropped onto the bed, Buffy pulled out gently and took off her harness. She donned one of Faith's shirts and headed for the bathroom to get supplies to clean Faith up. On the way back to the room, she smelled breakfast. Perfect. Hurrying to her passed out lover, Buffy wiped her down, returned the supplies to the bathroom and hamper, and hit the stairs.
"Hey, Buffy, you here to collect breakfast for you and Faith?" Tara asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Tara, what is your favorite online site for toys and other sexual products?" It was a little more blunt than Buffy had planned, but… Well, she hadn't really planned for the question at all. It simply popped out so she smiled as confidently as she could at Willow's stunned stare.
"Goodvibes dot com is good, but just Google your preferences. I'm sure you'll find whatever you're looking for." Whatever her past issues with stutters and blushing, Tara handled the answer with aplomb. Then she returned to the task at hand. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, handing Buffy a platter full of food.
"Thanks, Tare." Leaving Tara and Willow in the kitchen, Buffy took her bounty up the stairs. Faith was awake. Buffy spotted the slitted eyes and faked snores the second she opened the bedroom door. "Good morning, sunshine," she teased.
Faith's nose twitched. Food. Her stomach growled. Food. She gave up on pretense and pried her eyes completely open. She immediately spotted a grinning Buffy and two plates of syrupy pancakes. "Give." Rolling over with a groan, Faith held out a hand.
Buffy handed her the platter. "I think Willow took offense when I asked Tara where they get their sex toys. Luckily, Tara had no problem sharing." Carefully climbing into bed, she started on her own breakfast. "We'll do some serious shopping after we get our roomier place."
Faith had never had Tara's pancakes before. After the first bite, she knew why Buffy had once raved about them. "These are fucking awesome," she mumbled around a bite. After that, she simply shoveled them in. Other than Buffy, the pancakes were the best tasting breakfast item she'd ever had. In fact, she eyed Buffy's plate, hoping she'd have some leftovers. As big as the plate had been, Faith was still hungry after all the exercise last night and this morning.
Seeing the covetous looks, Buffy ate about two-thirds of her breakfast before handing the rest to Faith. "Since I gave up slaying, my appetite has actually gone down, but it will pick up when I'm carrying our little girl." She was happy to note Faith didn't flinch at the reminder that she wanted their child. "I ate like a pig carrying Tory. Plus, I was horny as hell. It makes the HHs seem like nothing." That got a reaction out of Faith. She jerked and a drop of syrup fell on her breast. "I'll get that," Buffy murmured, leaning down to lick it off.
"I'll look forward to it." An image of Buffy, belly bulging out while she writhed under me… Faith wasn't sure if it was Pregnant Buffy or the tongue cleaning her skin but she coughed and choked on her next bite of pancake. She shuddered and moaned before returning her focus to the food. When the plate was clean, Faith belched loudly and flopped back on the bed.
"You'll have to have a contest between you and Tory." Buffy did one last check of Faith's breasts for any other drops of syrup. Damn. They were clean. "Tor has healthy belches. Me being 'Little Miss Dainty', I don't burp." She ignored Faith's snort. "I'm thinking shower since we reek of lovins."
"Yeah, don't want Tory to miss out on more sleepovers because people think her mom is a whore." Faith rolled off the bed and picked Buffy up. Walking them to the shower, she asked, "You think anybody'll have a problem with us being together? I mean, T don't seem to care, but her friends and their parents?"
Buffy kissed Faith's neck. Who knew Faith would be the one worried about that issue? "No, she has a couple friends with two moms and even one with two dads. No reason to be nervous, love."
"I ain't nervous." The protest popped out automatically. Setting Buffy down on the toilet seat, Faith spun the taps. "Sorry, B. Guess I haven't changed as much as I thought." She kept my back to Buffy, embarrassed by her knee jerk reaction.
Reaching out, Buffy swatted Faith on the ass. "I love the whole package, Faith." Then she gently stroked the red mark her palm had left behind.
"Thanks, baby." Faith felt like an idiot, but the hand on her ass was helping me get her shit together. "Come on, B. Let's get cleaned up and get the munchkin. I want to see this house in person, make sure it's good enough for my girls."
"Your girls love you, Faith." The shower could wait another few seconds. She kissed Faith her deeply as they stepped under the water before soaping up the shower mitt.
Buffy's words had Faith purring – and blinking back tears. Thankfully, the spray hid anything that spilled over. "Love you guys, too, B." She had to clear my throat. "Hurry the fuck up. We ain't fucking in the shower, you know. This is just so we don't freak the kid and make the witches giggle. Gives me hives when they do that."
While Buffy cleaned Faith's legs and butt, she leaned forward to bite a cheek. "You've definitely changed. I'm sure 'old' Faith would have wanted to fuck me six ways to Sunday in here." Straightening, Buffy turned Faith around and cleaning her front, too. "My turn, sexy," she said and handed over the shower mitt.
"Still want to fuck you, B." Faith scrubbed Buffy's stomach. "Just got more control these days. Remember me and prison? Let me tell ya,' them women were scary. No way was I that desperate. Had to learn control or go crazy." She spun Buffy and soaped her ass and rosebud before shoving her under the spray.
Still pushing for a reaction, Buffy took a mouthful of water. Turning around, she sprayed it over Faith's breasts. "I love your boobs, Faith." She shut off the taps and yanked Faith out of the tub, starting to dry her off.
"You are so fucked in the head, B," Faith told her as she grabbed the towel out of Buffy's hands and finished drying herself. Control was good; it wasn't foolproof. She was damned close to tossing Buffy onto the floor and taking her. Buffy pouted a little, though, so Faith kissed her lips. "You're also too beautiful for me to resist. I need to get you into some clothes so I can concentrate."
Buffy dried myself off before following Faith back to our room, waving gaily at Tara and Willow as they gaped from the hallway. "Hey Tara." When the door closed, she explained to Faith, "Now that Tara has seen the 'Full Buffy,' now she and Willow are even. What am I wearing today?"
"Clothes," Faith said shortly. Damned woman. What was Buffy thinking? Tara didn't need to see her all naked and shit. That was for Faith, and only Faith. Digging into Buffy's closet, she snagged a pair of black jeans. She added a short-sleeved green shirt with a collar. "Here." Faith tossed them at Buffy. "Wear these."
Buffy put the clothes on before running her fingers over her nipples to perk them up. "Do you have a shoe preference, sexy?"
"Nah. I ain't big on shoes." Faith didn't look at Buffy as she moved across the room and grabbed something for herself. She was ashamed of the way she was acting, but thinking of Tara looking at Buffy had Faith twisted up on the inside.
Buffy walked up to Faith and kissed her. "It's okay, Faith. Tara doesn't find me attractive. Besides," she placed Faith's hands on her body, "this is yours, Faith."
"I'm sorry, B." Faith moved her hands until they rested over Buffy's. "I'm acting like an idiot. I love you, and I know you love me. Just…my head don't always listen to my heart, you know?"
"I know, Faith." Gently pulling away, Buffy linked their hands and headed for the door. "Come on, sexy, we need to collect a nutball before checking out this house."