"Buffy?" Joyce called out from the living room. "Did I hear the phone?"
The elder slayer's body tensed momentarily when she heard her mother's question as she walked out of the kitchen. Xander and Faith's heads snapped up to stare anxiously at the small blonde.
"Yeah, Mom," Buffy stated with faux-cheerfulness. "I let the machine answer it, but whoever it was didn't leave a message," she lied.
Buffy hovered between the living and dining room, not sure where to sit down. Her two friends in the dining room continued to look uneasy as Buffy had still yet to react to Xander's story. She could wait to discuss this with her friends in the morning when her mother wasn't around, or she could confront it now. The blonde woman worried her bottom lip. She hated verbal confrontations. She was much better with a weapon in her hand.
Joyce patted the two sleeping girls next to her on the couch. Both Willow and Dawn had fallen asleep. "I think it's time for bed," the Summers mother murmured.
The redhead's eyes fluttered open. "Was it all just a dream?" She hastily wiped at her mouth, worried she might have been drooling.
"Was what a dream, Willow?" Joyce asked.
Buffy stood in the foyer of the house and made wild hand gestures at the young Wicca. Her mother certainly didn't need to know what had happened that night.
"Oh, uh," Willow blinked as she stared at her friend's manic pantomime. "N-Nothing, Mrs. Summers."
Xander coughed. "C'mon, Wills." He rose from the dining room table and jerked his head towards the front door. "I'll take you back to the dorms before you pass out on the carpet." The dark-haired boy walked toward the foyer with Faith by his side.
Joyce stood up from the couch and looked at her eldest daughter. "Buffy," she asked, stretching her arms above her head, "are you going back with them or are you staying here tonight?"
"I think I'll just stay here, if that's okay, Mom," Buffy responded.
Her mother gave her a warm smile. "Of course it's okay, sweetie. As long as you help me drag Dawn upstairs, that is."
Buffy made a face when she saw her teenaged sister, lightly snoring on the couch.
"Faith, dear," Joyce stated kindly. "Why don't you spend the night tonight, too? I really hate thinking of you back at that motel by yourself."
Faith's eyebrows furrowed together. "Actually, Mrs. S., I've been crashing at Giles' place the past week."
Joyce gave the Boston girl a funny look. "You've been staying with Mr. Giles? I didn't know that." She pursed her lips together thoughtfully. "Well, I guess that's better than a motel, at least," she mused aloud. "But you're still more than welcome to stay the night here."
"No, I uh, wouldn't want to inconvenience ya'll like that," the brunette woman stated.
"Oh stop it," Joyce smiled warmly. "You know very well you're always welcome here. Besides, if you stay tonight," she continued, "in the morning I'll make you one of my famous breakfasts."
Faith scuffed her boots on the wooden floor. "Uh, thanks, Mrs. S. I-I guess I'll stay the night. I just gotta call Giles and let him know where I am."
Joyce smiled at Buffy's two best friends. "Xander and Willow, you two are more than welcome to come over for breakfast in the morning, too."
Xander gave the house full of women a curt wave. "Thanks, Mrs. Summers. If I can drag Willow away from campus, we'll do that. Goodnight everyone." He mock saluted Faith. "Nice work tonight, General Lehane."
The brunette slayer gave the boy a wide grin. "You too, soldier."
"Buffy?" Joyce called out from the living room. "Help me with your sister and then bring Faith some blankets and a pillow."
The small blonde grudgingly entered the living room and hoisted her younger sister over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. The brunette teen let loose a loud snore, but didn't wake up. Buffy teetered slightly as she ascended the stairs to the second floor. Even with Slayer strength, her sister made for an awkward and cumbersome burden. "How is it that Dawn's taller than me?" Buffy mumbled bitterly.
Faith plopped heavily down on the couch while the first floor finally emptied. Xander and Willow headed back to UC-Sunnydale and the Summers women disappeared upstairs. She flipped on the television, but finding nothing of immediate interest, turned the set off again. The dark girl looked up when she heard footsteps on the carpeted staircase.
Buffy descended the stairs, her hands full of blankets and a pillow. The Boston slayer looked critically at the blonde as she made her way over to the living room.
"Why does your mom think I'm still at that shit-hole motel?" the brunette demanded. "I thought she was part of the reason I vacated your house to stay with Giles?"
Buffy looked wildly uncomfortable. She dropped the blankets and pillow on the couch next to the dark-haired girl. "Er…"
Faith shook her head hard. "Spill it, Buffy," she snapped. "I'm tired of secrets."
The elder slayer snorted. "Just like how you kept it from me that you were planning to take down the Initiative on your own?"
The dark girl's eyes flashed. "Don't start gettin' Holier Than Thou, Blondie," she growled. "It had to be done, and it's not like you were gonna get around to doing it."
"You put my friends in harm's way!" the blonde hissed quietly, not wanting to wake up her mother.
Faith felt the rage slowly bubbling and building inside her. "You put them in danger every day that you're friends with them," she taunted. "Why do you think every other Slayer in the History of Slayers has been a loner?"
The Chosen One gnashed her teeth together. "Being a loner has certainly worked out for you, hasn't it?"
"Hey, I've got no complaints." The Boston girl felt herself instinctively slipping into her mask of nonchalance. It was far easier to pretend to not care than to admit to herself and to Buffy that she felt wildly betrayed.
"Buffy?" Joyce's voice floated down the stairs. "Are you two still up?"
The blonde's eyes flashed momentarily with panic. "Yeah, Mom," she answered loudly, turning her gaze toward the staircase. "Just making sure Faith has enough blankets. I'll be up in a bit."
Buffy spun her head back to continue to accost the Boston girl. Faith obviously had different ideas of how she wanted to spend the evening, however. The elder girl watched helplessly as the brunette slayer, rather than making up her bed on the couch, stood up and made her way towards the front door.
"Night, B," the dark-haired woman scowled. "Thank your mom for her hospitality, but Giles is waitin' on me."
The blonde lifted a hand to halt the younger woman's retreat. "Fai, wait," she quietly pled.
Faith spun around to face the elder slayer, halting her retreat. "What do you want now?" she snapped bitterly. Buffy left the living room and wordlessly padded toward the younger slayer.
The dark-haired girl tensed when she felt Buffy's small hands move to her hipbones. The brunette's eyes went wide when she saw the shorter woman wet her lips. "Buffy…" she whispered, "what are you…"
"Shhh…" the Californian commanded, as she closed the distance between their faces. "You'll wake up my Mom."
"So do you really think that's the last we'll hear from the Initiative?" Willow asked her best friend as they drove along the nearly deserted streets of Sunnydale.
Xander tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the song on the radio. "I hate to jinx us, but it almost seemed too easy, didn't it?"
The redhead turned her gaze away from the passenger-side window and toward the brown-haired boy. "That's what I'm thinking, too," she reluctantly revealed.
Xander sighed. "Well, I guess we could always go check it out in the morning or something. You know, go see if anything's wiggling around down there or looking to rebuild."
Willow bit her bottom lip. "Okay," she nodded, "but let's not go without Buffy this time."
"Why?" Xander asked, training his gaze on the road stretched out in front of him. "Faith did an awesome job down there."
The Wicca stared at her friend. "You're not getting another crush on her, are you? Cause in high school you were all kinds of desperate and obvious."
The young man laughed. "C'mon, Will. Give me more credit than that. Besides, even if I was single and interested in Faith, I don't think she'd exactly be interested in me."
The redhead patted her best friend on the shoulder. "Don't sell yourself short, Xand."
"Oh, it has nothing to do with my self-esteem," Xander insisted. "I just don't think I have the right, uh, parts."
Willow narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Xander chuckled to himself as he turned down the drive toward campus. "Let's just say I think there's a better chance that Faith would have a crush on you than on me."
The redheaded coed blinked a few times before her eyes got wide. "Oh!"
Buffy rose slightly on her tiptoes and tentatively brushed her lips against the younger slayer's mouth. The blonde worried that her sister-Slayer might reject her and still run away to Giles' flat. Buffy wasn't kissing her to make her stay, however. Although she wasn't above using manipulation to get her way. She was kissing Faith because she wanted to kiss her.
"B," Faith sighed, shaking her head sadly. "What about Riley? I-I can't handle more rejection. Just…let me leave if you're plannin' on running back to him."
The blonde smiled shyly at the taller woman. She interlaced her fingers with the younger slayer, and led her towards the staircase. "Riley who?"
"Oh! So that's why Anya's been ranting about lesbian cooties lately. How come you guys picked up on this, and I didn't?" the witch pouted. "I'm the lesbian after all. Shouldn't I be able to just, like, sense that kinda stuff?"
Xander shrugged as he parked his car in front of Willow and Buffy's residence hall. "Maybe you're just too into your girlfriend to notice any other girls?" he suggested.
Willow nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps," she consented wistfully. "Tara is pretty distracting," she murmured.
Xander leaned back in the driver's seat. "She must be," he remarked, "because I don't know how else you haven't noticed Faith's massive crush on Buffy."
"On Buffy?" Willow exclaimed in disbelief. "Really?"
"Wow, Wills," Xander chuckled, "Tara must really be distracting if you didn't notice that giant neon sign."
The Wicca blushed a deep shade of red. "How do you think Buffy would react if she knew?" the redhead wondered aloud.
Faith felt her back press tightly against the backside of Buffy's bedroom door. No sooner had she closed the wooden door behind her, the smaller slayer had pushed her back against the entryway. Buffy's hands flew up to the lapel of the dark-haired girl's jacket and crushed her open mouth against Faith's bee-stung lips. The Boston girl's hands traveled south to cup the elder slayer's finely sculpted backside. Buffy moaned into her sister-Slayer's mouth and her fingers moved to the front button of Faith's black leather pants.
"Woah, B," the brunette panted, pushing the Californian's hands away from her zipper. "S-Slow down, okay?"
Buffy took a step backward and her lower lip quivered. "Am I doing it wrong?" she asked with a light pout to her voice.
The Boston girl's lips twitched and grew into a wide, dimpled smile. "No, you're doing everything right, B," she observed. "I-I just wanna kinda take it slow, if that's okay."
Buffy's eyebrows rose up to her hairline. "Slow?"
Faith dipped her tongue into the cleft of her bottom lip. "Yeah," she rasped quietly. "I wanna show you how good it can be when you take your time," she purred. Her dark eyes slowly trailed over Buffy's slight form. "We're not two teenagers fumbling in the backseat of your parent's car, after all."
Buffy's face looked thoughtful, but eventually she nodded her consent. "Okay," she breathed. "Show me."
Willow sighed. "Poor Faith," she murmured. "I know what it's like to pine over someone who'll never like you in that way."
Her friend gave her a cheeky grin. "You're talking about me and not Buffy, right?"
"Xander!" the redhead exclaimed, slapping him playfully on the arm. "Stop it. I never had a crush on Buffy."
The boy wiggled his eyebrows at the coed. "Really? Never ever? C'mon, Will," he coaxed playfully. "If you can't tell me about your girly fantasies, who can you tell?"
The witch sighed. "I guess the best we can hope for is that Faith finds someone new to have a relationship with. Kinda like how I found Oz when I couldn't have you," she remarked. "And how I found Tara after Oz left."
Xander nodded thoughtfully. "Right," he agreed, "because I can't image a world where Buffy Summers would like another girl."
Willow nodded her head as well. "So very true."
"I mean," the boy corrected himself, "it's not like I haven't imagined it…but I usually reserve those fantasies for nights when Anya's not over."
Suggested Listening: "The Only Exception" - ParamoreThe blonde stared at the dark woman next to her in bed. Both women lay naked, side-by-side under the Californian's soft comforter. Faith's chocolate eyes radiated warmth as she stared back at the elder slayer's angelic face. "Are you nervous?" she asked quietly.
Buffy grabbed one of the Boston woman's hands and brought it to her lips. "A little," she admitted, pressing her lips against the backside of the taller woman's hand. "I mean…I've never…"
Faith nodded silently. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not exactly an expert either."
The elder slayer's hazel eyes widened slightly in the dark. "But you have done thisbefore, right?" she asked.
"Mostly I've just dreamed about doing it with you," the rogue slayer admitted.
"Oh, good!" the small blonde rushed in relief. "Because I was so worried that I'd do something wrong and totally turn you off, or not know how to do something and you'd laugh at me, or I'd do it and it wouldn't be good and you'd –,"
Faith silenced the anxious slayer's ramblings by pressing her lips solidly against her slaying partner's rapidly moving mouth. The Boston girl's hand ran up the side of Buffy's smooth skin and slid through her silken hair. The Californian tensed slightly before her body relaxed, and she gave in to the gentle pressure the younger slayer exerted on her lips.
Buffy's hands snaked under the thick down comforter and found their way to Faith's naked midriff. Her fingers glided along the warm, smooth skin there, marveling at the tautness of the taller woman's abdomen. The raven-haired beauty jumped slightly, feeling the blonde's chilly fingers come in contact with her naked flesh.
Faith placed a hand on Buffy's top shoulder and gently pushed her back onto her back. The Californian yielded to the younger woman's wordless directions. Faith carefully crawled on top of the naked slayer, working hard to stifle the groan that came to her lips upon feeling Buffy's bare breasts brush against her own.
"Just relax, Buffy," the dark-haired girl breathed, feeling the woman beneath her tense. "I promise to go slow," she murmured, stroking her fingers along the side of the blonde's face. "And we can stop at any time, okay?"
The Californian stared up at the younger slayer beneath heavy eyelashes. The love and warmth she saw in Faith's slightly squinting eyes took her slightly aback. "Okay," she whispered.
Faith leaned down to once again capture the small blonde's mouth with her own. She shifted her weight, careful to not squish the girl beneath her. The brunette slightly parted the elder slayer's naked thighs and nestled a knee between Buffy's legs. The warmth she discovered between the Chosen One's thighs made the Boston girl inwardly groan.
"Slow, slow, slow," she chanted to herself in a silent mantra. Every cell in her body screamed at her to take what she wanted. To take what she felt rightly belonged to her. To take what had been denied for too long. She wanted to bury herself inside of the California slayer.
Buffy could feel every one of Faith's muscles twitching and straining as if her body was being assailed by short electrical pulses. "Are-are you okay?" the blonde asked as the Boston girl moved her talented mouth from her lips to her neck.
"Uh huh," Faith murmured into Buffy's lightly perfumed skin. The Boston girl nipped at Buffy's pulse point, and the smaller woman groaned and subtly thrust her hips upward into the woman above her. The brunette's brain screamed at her when she felt Buffy's naked sex bump into her. "Oh God, I'm dying."
The raven-haired slayer captured Buffy's hands, tangling her fingers with her own, and pulling her arms above their heads. Her mouth continued to travel further south and she was rewarded with small mewls of appreciation from the elder girl. Faith nibbled along the smaller slayer's defined clavicle as though devouring the most delicious meal. She skipped past her pert breasts, releasing her hold on Buffy's hands so her mouth could lavish attention on the elder woman's slightly jutted ribcage.
Buffy wiggled beneath her slaying partner; Faith's mouth had inadvertently found one of her ticklish spots. As she squirmed, her shaved sex came into contact with the Boston girl's strong upper thigh. The Californian gasped when her clit rubbed against the muscled appendage and she instinctively ground herself onto Faith's leg to receive more friction. Her wetness spread on the brunette slayer's naked thigh.
"S-Slow, B," the Boston girl stuttered. Showing unreasonable willpower, she pulled her thigh away from Buffy's slick channel. Faith wiped her fingertips along her damp thigh and pulled her digits into her mouth. She moaned around her fingers, her tongue dashing out to eagerly taste the Californian's sweet arousal.
The elder woman groaned in disappointment and frustration. "Please, Faith," she rasped. Her hips thrust upward, hoping to garner some kind of contact, but the Boston girl merely moved her body with the undulating slayer rather than reward her for her impatience.
Faith smiled down mischievously at her impetuous bedmate. "It's not time for that yet," she quietly chastised. She lowered her head down to Buffy's perky breasts and grinned. "It's not just about you, you know," darting her tongue out against the Californian's pebble-hard nipples. "I've been dreamin' about this for too long to dive right in."
The Boston girl pulled another gasp from the elder slayer as her tongue flicked against one of Buffy's sensitive nipples. One hand rolled the other nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger while her mouth danced over the other straining breast. Buffy arched her back into her lover's hot mouth, and wrapped her fingers around the brunette's wild locks.
She pulled Faith's face down, mashing her against her breast, wordlessly encouraging her for more. But the dark slayer maintained her steady, gentle ministrations, not increasing the pressure of her fingers or her tongue. Faith lazily ran circles around Buffy's nipple with the tip of her tongue while her fingers continued to gently tweak the other sensitive bud.
Buffy sighed when the younger slayer rotated her mouth to the other breast. She sucked the Californian's nipple into her mouth and lightly bit down on the small bud. The small slayer whimpered and rolled her hips suggestively.
Faith released her lip-lock on Buffy's breast and smiled warmly at her lover. "Patience, girlfriend," the Boston woman quietly chastised before returning her attentions back to the elder woman's breasts.
Buffy slid one hand under the covers and found her way between Faith's parted thighs. Her fingers easily slid through the Boston girl's arousal. Both slayers moaned when the Californian's fingers slipped over Faith's outer lips and brushed against her slightly protruding clit. "Fuck, B," the Boston girl growled, as the elder woman gently slid the tip of her finger along her wet slit, pulling more arousal from her cunt. "That's not fair."
The blonde grinned coyly at her lover, before sliding a single digit up into Faith's hot core. "Slow, right?" she quietly taunted.
Faith moaned, momentarily forgetting the golden-haired slayer's naked breasts as Buffy's finger slid deeper into her wet pussy. "Buffy," she panted uselessly in protest. The brunette tried to clamp her thighs together to make it harder for the elder woman to thrust inside her, but with the Californian's body straddled between her legs, she could only minimally deny her access.
Buffy sat up in bed. With her free hand, she pushed on the inside of Faith's thigh, prying her legs further apart. The Californian stretched her upper torso to ravenously kiss the younger woman. "I thought you would have learned by now, Fai," she smiled, "I always get my way."
The blonde slayer slowly pulled her single digit nearly completely out of the Boston girl's tight pussy. Her finger was thoroughly coated with Faith's thick arousal. Slowly Buffy pushed her finger back inside the dark slayer and felt the younger woman's cunt clench around her digit. Her wetness clicked, filling the silent bedroom with the sound of Faith's arousal.
The raven-haired woman slumped forward slightly, her legs parting for her lover. She rested all her weight on her knees, and held herself stable with one hand on Buffy's shoulder. Although Faith had wanted to tease and delay the elder woman's satisfaction, she wasn't masochist enough to deny herself an orgasm.
"Where are you," Faith wheezed, unable to fully concentrate with Buffy's finger still buried inside her. "where are you going?"
The Californian smiled up mischievously at the raven-haired girl and used her legs and free hand to propel her further down the bed until her face was level with Faith's parted thighs. A low groan escaped the dark slayer. From this position, it looked like she was sitting on Buffy's face.
Faith tossed her head back and screwed her eyes shut when the elder girl thrust hard inside her. Blindly, she reached down with one hand and cradled the back of Buffy's head, pulling her up deeper into her pussy. The Californian sucked hard on the younger woman's sensitive clit while thrusting her finger deep into Faith's wet core.
"Buffy," Faith called out in a strangled voice. She wanted to scream out her lover's name, but knew that the slayer's mother and sister slept just beyond the closed bedroom door.
The Californian grunted beneath the Boston girl, sending an unexpected vibration up through the dark slayer's body. Faith felt like Buffy had just touched a vibrator to the tip of her clit, and she sucked in deep breaths of air as her orgasm rocked through her disciplined form. "Ahhh, fuck," she strained out, her head slumping forward.
The blonde slayer continued to suckle on the taller woman's clit until Faith let out a noise and pushed the palm of her hand into Buffy's shoulder, forcing her head down into the mattress beneath their bodies. "Ahh, B. S-Stop," she lightly commanded, looking down at the surprise in the Californian's hazel eyes. "T-too much. I'm sensitive." The Boston girl attempted to move from her prone position above the elder slayer, but found her upper thighs unstable as Jello.
On shaky legs, the Boston girl finally repositioned her body so that she once again lay next to the Chosen One under the sheets. Buffy propped herself up on one elbow and stared at her lover expectantly. The younger woman gave her partner a lazy grin. "Yeah…you're a natural, B. Just like everything else you do," she winked playfully.
Buffy released a deep breath. "Good cause…you know…I was nervous."
Faith turned on her side and smirked at the elder girl. "After a year of foreplay, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did."
Buffy blushed slightly in the darkness of the room. She still had Faith's arousal on her fingers and face and didn't quite know what to do next. What was the proper protocol for these kinds of things? Was Faith going to reciprocate now or should she excuse herself to the bathroom to clean up? And would the Boston girl take offense to that? Would she think that Buffy hadn't enjoyed what they just did?
The Boston girl's eyes slightly narrowed as she looked at the blonde. "You look like your brain is workin' overtime, girlfriend."
Faith's hands wandered under the sheets and found the smaller slayer's naked hipbones. She slipped one hand underneath the blonde's svelte waist and pulled her body closer. "I hope you didn't think we were done, baby." The brunette nuzzled her nose into the crook of Buffy's neck. "After all, what kind of person would I be if I enjoyed myself and left you unsatisfied?"
"A boy?"
"Touché," the dark slayer chuckled. "I'd better do something about that then." Faith licked along the outside of Buffy's earlobe. She breathed heavily into her lover's ear. "I wouldn't want ya mistakin' me for a dude."
Buffy swabbed her tongue against her bottom lip, tasting the raven-haired woman's arousal again. "I'm pretty sure there's no way I'd be able to make that mistake," she quipped.
Faith licked along the smaller woman's collarbone, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that had collected on the Chosen One's skin. "God, B. I wanna lick every inch of you," she growled. "I wanna taste you all over."
"Do you have to start all over from the beginning?" the blonde asked, her voice slightly quivering. "I mean, can't you just, uhm…"
The brunette slayer smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Anxious, much?"
Buffy returned the smirk with a coy smile of her own. "No," she shook her head, "just wicked horny, Fai."
Faith chuckled deeply. "Well you just said the magic words, Princess." She dipped her head under the cotton blankets and Buffy's eyes flipped wide open when she felt the Boston girl's tongue flick against her clit.
"No imagining I'm someone else while I'm down here," came the brunette's muffled command.
Buffy's hand went to the moving, sheet-covered lump between her parted thighs. "No-No," she stuttered. "Nothing to worry about there."
The blonde groaned into the darkness of her bedroom. Faith's fingers spread the woman's lips open and she slowly licked along every crevice and fold. Her lips moved along the insides of Buffy's quivering thighs, sucking the spilled arousal from the elder slayer's flesh.
Buffy whimpered when she once again felt the Boston girl flick just the tip of her tongue against her sensitive clit. She wanted to grab onto the younger slayer's face and reposition her exactly where she needed pressure, but worried that Faith might punish her more for showing such impatience once again.
The Californian pushed the sheet down, revealing the raven-haired woman's head and strong, shoulder blades. Faith paused momentarily and looked up at her lover. "What's wrong, B?"
"Nothing," the blonde woman gasped, rolling her hips slightly. "I just want to see you."
The younger slayer flashed the Chosen One a dimpled grin before returning her attentions to Buffy's pussy. She trailed a single digit up and down the blonde's seeping slit, collecting her arousal and spreading it around. Faith dipped her finger into Buffy's sex, just to the first knuckle before drawing it back out. She repeated the motion, causing her blonde lover to breathe hard.
"You feel so good on the inside, B," the Boston girl murmured as her eyes continued to stare at the elder woman's swollen cunt. She continued to fish a single finger slowly in and out of Buffy's pussy. Every thrust became deeper and harder, causing the breath in Buffy's throat to hitch, yet Faith continued to penetrate her lover with painfully slow and deliberate movements. "Your pussy wraps around my finger like it never wants to let go."
The Californian's sex became increasingly saturated with every penetration. The musky scent of sex lingered in the bedroom and the sound of Faith thrusting inside her clicked in her ears. "Fuck, B," the younger slayer growled as if in pain. She slid a second finger inside her lover. "Your cunt is so wet for me."
Buffy gasped sharply when she felt the brunette's fingers fill her. She thrust her small hipbones upward, meeting every downward thrust of her sister-Slayer. "Yeah, you like that don'tcha, baby," Faith purred as she watched the blonde's boyish hipbones rise and fall. "Your tight pussy can't get enough of me."
"Faith," the blonde slayer panted desperately. Her mattress started to creak and groan. "Please, I need your mouth on my-my clit," she begged. Her thighs fell apart, her knees slightly bent, opening herself completely to the brunette woman.
The dark slayer wet her lips and dipped her head back down to her lover's sex. She rolled her tongue in circles around Buffy's engorged clit, pulling a quiet hiss from the girl laying above her. She moved the elder slayer's clit back and forth with just the tip of her tongue while continuing to slowly push her fingers in and out of Buffy's core.
Buffy gripped onto the bottom sheet tightly, pulling handfuls of Egyptian cotton into the palms of her hands. "Faith," she gasped again, pulling the elasticized fitted sheet away from the sides of her mattress. "Yes, right there."
She groaned loudly when the Boston girl sucked her tender clit into her mouth. "Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, no longer caring that her family slept just beyond her bedroom door. "Your mouth, baby. God yes. Uhn, don't stop," she continued to encourage her lover as she clamped her eyes shut. "I'm so close, Faith. I'm so fucking close."
The Californian could feel the sweat pooling in her shallow belly button. As the dark slayer's talented mouth and fingers continued to push her closer and closer to climax, her body temperature continued to rise. Buffy's hands traveled across the front of her body, pressing into her lower abdomen, fluttering over her belly button, dancing up her ribs, and coming to rest on her aching breasts.
Her hardened nipples felt like small pebbles in the palms of her hands. Faith's free hand wandered up the elder slayer's body and rested on one of Buffy's breasts. The Boston girl squeezed the blonde's hand, causing her to grab more soundly onto her own breast. Together, the two slayers kneaded the pliable flesh of Buffy's chest.
Buffy released her hold on her breasts and her hands and arms went above her hands to grasp tightly to the sides of her wooden headboard. The head of her bed groaned and strained under the pressure. Faith continued to palm her lover's modest breasts. She withdrew her sticky fingers from Buffy's core and twisted and tweaked the tender nipples. The brunette rolled the sensitive beds between her fingers, pulling on them hard, earning herself yet another loud groan from the golden-haired slayer.
The Boston girl shifted her weight, pulling herself up on her knees and lower limbs. She buried her face deeper into her lover's clenching core, licking hard at Buffy's clit. "Oh, shit!" Buffy called out, feeling a sharp stab of pleasure attacking her insides.
Faith returned her two fingers to the elder woman's tightening sex. She pushed her digits in hard, forcing her way through the telltale tightness. She lapped at the Californian's swollen clit, suckling it more slowly and tenderly. Buffy released her hold on the headboard and one hand went between the dark slayer's clenching shoulder blades. The Boston girl's back felt damp with sweat.
Buffy felt a slow-building pressure creeping around inside her lower abdomen. She had climaxed before with other lovers and from her own ministrations, but this felt new. "Ah-h-h-h-h…" she groaned out as an intense, yet soothing climax washed over her entire body. She felt like a flower opening up to bloom for the sun. She felt like she was sinking inside a warm bath while a hot shower beat down from above.
Faith climbed back up the bed and wrapped her thin arms around the smaller slayer's damp body. "So?" she murmured huskily into her lover's ear. She could smell the slight scent of sex and sweat on the blonde's warm skin. "What did you think?"
Buffy snuggled herself deeper into the Boston girl's yielding flesh. "You were right," she breathed. "Slow is good."
Somewhere in the town of Sunnydale, a black helicopter landed in an empty playground. A group of darkly dressed soldiers climbed into the military transport. The Iowan Marine hesitated at the door and scanned the darkness looking for the one girl for whom he would have given it all up.
Elsewhere in Sunnydale, a blonde slayer sighed contentedly and curled deeper into her dark lover's arms.
And in a secret, underground Sunnydale laboratory, a blonde scientist smiled maternally at her latest creation. "Let's see those Slayers try to interfere with this,"she murmured manically as the hybrid monster sat up from the surgical table.
TBC