So this chapter is the more M rated part. It's Faith. There's no way you can have a proper fanfic about her without getting down and dirty. No worries, it doesn't get into too much detail, and it cuts off before the intensity occurs (apologies to the perverted readers. jk.)

It's a little short, but I've been gone the past few days. Anywho, enjoy and review!

She's thrown her arm around me casually, as if it's just a gesture of friendship, but I know what it really is. She can't walk without help, but I pretend it's all casual, I don't want to ruin her precious rep.

While we walk, I can't help but dwell upon everything that just happened. She just threw bits her past, her life, at my feet. And I soaked it all in, listening to the sound of her tough-as-nails voice wash over me. Or crash over me. All the anger, all the pain, all the guilt. Her words finally mean something to me now, and it makes me angry all over again.

You don't deserve our forgiveness, and you don't deserve our love.

But I know it isn't true, because I know it isn't what I believe. Because now, she knows. I whispered the deepest and darkest of my secrets to her, and she knows.

"I love you, too."

That's what I said. That's what she heard.

It's different with her, because what she'd told me; it didn't surprise me. I didn't really know, but I knew at the same time. It caught me by surprise, but then again, it made sense. I didn't assume, but there was no need for assumptions; she made it loud and clear that she wanted something from me. Was it friendship? Attention? Sex? Love? What did she want?

"Nothing you could've given me then, B." I hear her yawn nonchalantly.

"Wasn't ready, then." She finishes thoughtfully. We reached my bedroom door, and I turn to look at her.

"Are you ready now?" I search her face for the answer. I need to know. Because I am.

"I was ready the second I turned myself in, B. Neither of us knew it then, is all."

What a liar. She knew it. She always knew-

Narrative

Whatever possessed them the first time possessed them now.

Faith pressed her lips against the other girls, who's eyes widened before they closed in passion. Light, open kisses. Faith's hands suddenly found their resting place on Buffy's hips, but just like their owner, they weren't meant to stay still for long. One snaked up slowly, reaching underneath the shirt, flesh touching flesh. Buffy gasped, and Faith seized control as she let her tongue slide in gently. At first, that is. Soon their bodies were touching and the heat was rising, Buffy's lips and teeth caressing the other's neck, while Faith took the pleasure of undoing her partner's bra. As soon as it was undone, her hand cupped Buffy's breast, and was awarded by a moan and a gasp. She grinned roughly.

"Gonna invite me inside, B?"

"..mmh?" Buffy couldn't respond, her mind was on the soft hand massaging her breast.

"Inside, B. As much as I'd love to do this outside, it's a PG 13 rating out here." Faith was greatly amused, and when Buffy couldn't answer again, she pushed with her body and Buffy's air was lost as she was lightly slammed against the door.

Ah. The door. Right.

She reached for the doorknob, but fumbled so miserably that Faith growled in her impatience. Bodily lifting Buffy's legs up to wrap around her waist, she opened the door herself and walking in she slammed it shut behind her. Not quite throwing, but not quite laying down, she somehow got Buffy onto the bed without injuring her.

"Guess I'm gonna be doing everything tonight?"

No answer.

"Alright, B. I don't mind at all."

She was on top, like she always was, but this was different. This was Buffy Summers, friend, enemy, and now lover? If she'd had the time, she would've pondered more upon it, but her arousal refused to let her think, and drove her into a mode where things were all primitive and all instinct. Though with this gender, it came mostly through practice, if you got what she meant.

The shirt was first to go, then the bra was flung into the dark recesses of the room. She spent a little time playing with Buffy's breasts. Oh yes, she'd spent many an hour fantasizing about those breasts, hell be damned if she didn't take some time with her two new best friends. Thank god the girl was wearing pajamas. No buttons. She tore them off eagerly and was about to pull down the panties when she paused. Now wasn't the time for fast and furious. Oh ho no. This was payback time. Show B a little of what exactly she missed the first time around.

Buffy shivered, not from the cold, but from the excitement that tore through her when she saw that impish gleam in Faith's eyes. She wanted to tell her to take the damn panties off, but her voice wasn't working all that well. So she reached with her shaking fingers to pull them off herself, but Faith stopped her.

"Ah ah, B. My treat, tonight. Your hands should stay here-" She placed one hand a little to the side.

"-and here." And the other to its own side.

"See? Easy grip access on the bed." She smirked as Buffy's hand immediately squeezed the life out of the fabric sheets.

Placing herself completely on top of the smaller girl, she let a kiss linger on her lips before tentatively kissing downwards. She stopped again at the breasts, receiving more moans of pleasure, then continued downwards. Buffy's body tensed as she reached the edge of her panty line. With a grin, she let the tip of her tongue caress, through the thin cotton, the source of Buffy's heat very, very lightly.

The rest, is history.

Buffy's POV

Faith

Fucked

My

Brains

Out

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Faith's POV

Just so you know, dawn breaks around 7:00 am. Got it? Good.

So it's 1 pm now, and lets say that a good four hours ago, I finally finished completely fucking Buffy's brains out.

Literally.

I mean I was thinking about calling Red in to repair her. I thought I broke her or something, what with her just lying there after...you know. No sounds, no movement other than the heavy breathing that typically follows. Her eyes were closed and mouth was slightly open, taking in air shakily. Body still kinda trembling, but otherwise dead still. You'd be scared, too, right? That just usually never happens for so long. Then again, I kind of throw them out before I can see if they've recovered. I guess that explains it. It's not like I could throw Buffy out. It was her room we did it in. And I really didn't want to leave. So...I had to check. Make sure I didn't kill her.

Or put her in some state of catatonia. Cause that would suck. A lot.

"B?"

"..."

"Uh...B? You good?"

"..."

"Alright, freaking me out here, Summers. Hello? Hellooo...?"

"..."

"BUFFY!"

"...hungh?"

"You good?"

"...you...that was...wow..."

"Okay, that's all I needed."

Honestly. Just needed to make sure she wasn't dead. Which she wasn't, obviously. So I just grinned some more and let her have some rest. Cause God knows I worked her hard. Whoo. It was pretty intense. We've all heard of multiple orgasms. Not just two or three. I mean like way over the top.

They definitely exist.

Any doubt in my mind? Gone. Poof. Buh bye, cause the Goddess of Sex and Wine - that's me - is here to prove it all wrong.

But maybe first we'll change the 'Wine' to 'Liquor'. Although, I admit, 'Sex and Wine' just flows better than 'Sex and Liquor'. Ah fuck it. I'm the Goddess of Sex and Liquor. Get over it.

Alrighty. Shower time.