A/N: It's been a wild ride, lovers. Thanks for being amazing passengers. Enjoy the final phase of "The Artist in 4C". Oh, and heads up: this is chapter is NSFW.

Epilogue

4 Years Later, Manchester, England, Friday, 5:45PM

The quiet jazz music playing from the surround sound system, made the room feel like their own, personal concert.

"B, you really have to relax."

"Easy for you to say. You don't have people from every corner of the art world coming to see the unveiling of your work."

Buffy was sitting on the marble counter, between the two sinks in the bathroom of their Manchester flat. In an oversized button-up shirt and girl-cut briefs, the blonde was clipping her fingernails into the small, gold trashbin at her feet. Faith stood directly in front of her, leaning to the left to glance in the large mirror. She took a Q-tip and rubbed at the smudged eyeliner on the inside of her right eye.

"I'm pretty sure there was an insult in there somewhere." Faith said. She patted Buffy's thigh and continued with her maintenance.

Buffy scoffed and she stopped clipping her nails. "That's not what I meant, babe. I'm just... what if they don't like my work?"

"Oh, please. That's not even a valid question. They're going to love everything. Besides, the gallery we opened here is successful and modern. Art freaks love modern shit."

Buffy laughed. "You're very politically correct. I will never understand how people don't fall for your charm."

Faith smirked into the mirror, while pushing her wavy, brown locks to one side. "I'm an acquired taste."

"That you are." Buffy pulled open the drawer beside her leg and threw the nail clippers back inside. She shut it and then looked at Faith. "You look good, babe."

Dressed to impress, Faith was draped in custom-tailored dark grey slacks, a white, bib-collared chiffon top with bell-sleeves and a skinny, black tie. Her custom-fit blazer was still hanging on its hanger in their bedroom.

"Thanks, baby." She angled in for a sweet kiss from her long-time girlfriend.

"Mm. One more." Buffy said, kissing her girlfriend again.

"Two more." Faith replied. She pressed her lips to Buffy's twice more, before the blonde pulled her closer and wrapped her arms around Faith's neck. They put their foreheads together, staying like that for a few heartbeats.

"How much time do we have to get ready?" Buffy muttered.

"About an hour." Faith responded. "Why?"

"I think I need some help to get rid of these nerves."

"Oh yeah? How can I be of assistance?" Faith's seductive rasp inquired.

Buffy leaned, whispering a naughty sentiment into Faith's ear before planting a gentle kiss on the brunette's neck.

"Oh god." Faith's voice was breathy and low. She wrapped Buffy's legs around her waist and lifted her off of the counter.

They kissed their way to the bedroom and as Faith lay Buffy down on the firm mattress, she undid her tie, throwing it on the floor. Buffy pulled Faith's shirt from her pants and started to quickly unbotton the top. Faith undid her pants and let the fall to the ground, pushing them out of the way. Leaning down, she kissed Buffy's lips while rubbing the blonde's hot core through her underwear. Buffy moaned into the kiss, entangling one hand in Faith's hair while the other pulled her closer.

Once the two were completely nude, Faith made the simple request that made Buffy's tight pussy pulsate: "Sit on my face."

With Faith on her back, Buffy did as she was told, lowering herself on Faith's mouth. The brunette gripped Buffy's thighs and started to dine on Buffy's pussy as if it were her last meal. She rotated her head from side to side and up and down, making sure her tongue touched showed attention to everyone spot. Grinding against Faith's mouth, Buffy was in pure heaven. The sounds of her juices being slurped up was like music to her ears. She reached her right hand back to play with Faith's soaking wet center, using her left hand to play with her hardened nipples.

"Hunhh! Ohhh yeahyeahyeah! R-r-right there. Bite it... harder. Yeahyeahyeahyeah! Fuck!" Buffy moaned. Her back was arched. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were shut tight. She couldn't stop her body from grinding harder and harder against Faith's tongue. Her fingers worked faster at Faith's pussy, eventually sliding two fingers inside of her lover.

"Mmm!" Faith's moan was muffled by her meal, but she moved her hips, searching for more contact with Buffy's hand.

"Waitwaitwait. Wait." Buffy managed. She stood up on the mattress, turned around and sat back down. Now, in the perfect position, Buffy was able to get to her favorite meal as well. Faith got back to work, moaning into her girlfriend's pussy when Buffy's mouth found hers. Frantically, biting, licking, sucking and fingering each other, it wasn't long before Faith felt Buffy's muscles clench against her fingers. With her lips sucking, unmercilessly, on Buffy's clit and three fingers deep inside of her, Faith wet her thumb and trailed it upwards.

"Unnhh! Yeah, baby. Do it. Please give it to me." Buffy groaned, squirming around before shoving her tongue back into Faith's soaking love channel.

Faith took her thumb and gently pushed it into Buffy's ass. Her pussy squeezed tighter around Faith's fingers and it only took six more strokes before Buffy was coming violently.

"Fuuuuuu-ck! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck! Yesss!" Buffy screamed as she rode out the waves of pleasure. The blonde furiously massaged Faith's clit, causing the brunette to yell out her pleasure!

"Shit! Just like thaaaaaat. Fuck, yea. Just like that, baby!" Faith moaned.

And just when Buffy thought it was over, Faith removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She rubbed Buffy's clit furiously, causing the blonde to see stars before she succumbed to yet another orgasm. With her legs slowly turning to jelly, Buffy removed herself from Faith's face, rotated her body and pushed the brunette's legs up.

Buffy licked up and down before wrapping her mouth around Faith's sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked.

"Fuck!" Faith yelped. Her stomach muscles were tight and her thighs had clamped around Buffy's ears. She looked down to see blonde hair shaking as Buffy showed special attention to Faith's button. Faith tried to push her girlfriend away, but to no avail.

Any more of this and she would...

"Oooohhhhh god! Coming... I-I-I'm co-. Ohmygod! Fuckyeeesss!" Faith yelled when the volcano erupted.

Pleased with her work, Buffy let go of Faith's love and placed a kiss on her pussy. Faith struggled to pull Buffy up onto her chest, before wrapping her arms around her waist. They kissed over and over, tasting themselves on the other's lips.

Manchester, England, 7:33PM

"Nice of you to show." Spike's voice said, quietly behind them.

Due to an impromptu nap, Buffy and Faith were forced to quickly dress and head over to the gallery. Thirty minutes late to Buffy's own exhibit gala, the pair snuck in quietly, while Spike and Xander stalled the crowd with corny jokes and great music.

"So, without further ado, Buffy Summers, ladies and gentlmen."

The crowd of artists, critics, family and friends applauded as Buffy stepped up on the platformed stage and smiled at everyone.

"Can I get a glass of champagne?" Buffy asked no one in particular as she adjusted the mic to her height. She earned a laugh from the audience and she immediately felt a little more at ease. "I just want to thank you guys for coming out and supporting me. It really means a lot to have so much support and positivity behind me. Tonight, I'd like to present to you my first series entitled "The Artist in 4C" Without my wonderful girlfriend of 5 years, these works of art would have never been created. So, thank you, baby, for being my muse. I love you."

While the crowd clapped again, a gorgeous redhead waitress stood in front of her, handing her a glass of Moet champagne.

"Oh, right on." Buffy said and the audience laughed again as she took the drink. "So, here's to life, love and the pursuit of happiness. And I just want to thank you, thank you and thank you again."

She raised her glass and everyone followed before taking a sip.

"Enjoy." Buffy finished before walking off of the stage. Immediately, she found comfort when she put her hand in Faith's. The brunette kissed her cheek and gave her a reassuring smile.

"You were great, babe."

"Thank you."

Throughout the evening, Buffy was bombarded with hugs, well-wishes and questions about the how the fruition of her masterpieces came to be and if she was working on anything already. She politely and honestly answered every inquiry.

And when the evening was over, Buffy sold a painting and a sculpture and had reserved two more canvases for purchase within the next week.

"I'd say tonight was successful." The blonde said to her brunette counterpart.

"I'd say that was the understatement of the year." Faith responded.

Everyone else had gone and the two sat in white, folding chairs in the middle of Buffy's art gallery.

"Alright, fine, I'll say it: you were right?"

Faith cupped her hand around her ear and leaned in closer. "What was that? Could you say that a little louder?"

Buffy leaned in and angled her face so her lips touched Faith's. "You were right," she purred, "I had nothing to be concerned about. My work is good and I'm a good artist."

"Damn right." She pressed her lips gently against Buffy's before the blonde pulled away.

"But, I couldn't have gotten through anything these past six years without you, Faith Michelle Lehane, my artist in 4C. So, thank you for keeping me sane and pushing me to test my own limits." She tilted her glass towards Faith's.

"And if you hadn't given in to my advances, Buffy Anne Summers, well I would have been one depressed drunk for the rest of my life. So, thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving me from myself."

They tapped their glasses together, resulting in the sweetest, most musical CLINK.

Fin.

A/N #2: Thanks for sticking with me guys. Through the late updates and short chapters and past the realm of reality. I appreciate it. Namaste. -Desi