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Giles had lain both slayers to sleep on his bed. He took the couch downstairs for himself. Grabbing a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, he prepared himself for a sleepless night, (sorry) morning,filled with deep thoughts.
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Buffy felt like she was floating, and at the same time felt nothing at all. Oblivion was falling slowly away. Her mind swimming into awareness, her skin feeling dirty and grimy, and the smell of unfamiliar sheets filling her senses. Her eyes still seeing nothing.
Her body seemed to stretch on forever. An odd sense of being disconnected washing over her. A shock of disconcertion as her eyes opened and consciousness flooded her brain. Her body tensing painfully, she sat up trying to gasp, the memories hitting her with almost physical force.
Pain blossomed from her heart, like a rose blooming into splendid crimson agony. She tried to breathe, as the pain seemed to be throbbing to an ever increasingly erratic beat. As though metal shrapnel had decided to take up salsa dancing in her chest.
Her hand clutched her handover her heart and her jaw opened wide enough to hurt. The excursion making the veins in her neck stand out. She couldn't breath. Her eyes became blood shot and her fist now pounded her chest. It hurt but she couldn't stop. Her panic mounting every breath she couldn't take.
She felt as though she were drowning, her chest so tight she couldn't breath. She couldn't swallow. She couldn't form a coherent thought as the panic flooded her state of being.
She finally managed to gasp one agonizing breath. She held it in, clamping her jaw shut with an audible click.
She willed her restricted chest to relax. Her muscles to no longer cramp themselves. She let herself fall backwards. Resting on the bed, she realized for the first time Faith was sleeping beside her.
Buffy closes her eyes and concentrates on breathing, as her body blissfully relaxes into the cushy goodness of the mattress. Her heart had stopped aching so badly. The pain lessening with each breath.
She opens her eyes again, her breathing normal and under control now. She takes in the room, cream colored walls, bluish grayish sheets, silky pillows, and a small table next to the bed with a lamp on it.
For some reason she thinks she should see Giles', then realizes it because she can smell him. His scent is on the sheets.
She reached over slowly and turned on the lamp. Her eyes adjusted quickly and she looked at the blood covering her body. It was sticky and dried. She looked at her hands, and was pretty sure there was a piece of skull stuck on her ring. She was also pretty sure that lumpy gooey stuff stuck on her hands was someone's brains.
Buffy let out a deep sigh and got up off the bed, sparing a glance at Faith, then went into the bathroom. She closed the door and stripped her clothes off. She almost had to tear her shirt off it stuck to her with so much blood. She shimmied out of her jeans and glared at her half reflection. Noticing her hair was an off orange reddish color. It was also clumped, stringy, matted, and sticking to her scalp.
She didn't dare try to run her fingers through it. Instead she looked under the sink and grabbed a brand new bottle of shampoo, figuring she was probably going to need it all to get the bloody mess of her hair clean.
She stepped in the shower, turning it on as hot as she could get it. Her back to the sprayer, she fingered the small bullet hole in her chest. It was almost healed now, but morbid curiosity made her mess with it. Buffy looked down, mesmerized watching the blood liquefy and run off her skin, knowing she had some serious scrubbing to do.
She wondered how she ended up in Giles' bedroom.
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Faith felt sleep fade from her. Her eyes opened drearily, her vision blurry from sleep. She blinked a few times, her brown eyes focusing on her surroundings.
Where the fuck am I? Faith thought as she tried to sit up, only to lay back down when she felt her stomach churn. She lay blinking at the ceiling, thinking about all that had happened while trying to calm her stomach. She let her eyes drift close again, slipping her boots off with her feet. Leaving them sat on the bed.
She could hear the shower running, and though she wasn't completely sure where she was, she could smell Buffy's scent on the sheets, along with blood.
Faith listened as the shower turned off, the door to the bathroom opening not long after that. Soft footsteps padding through the room, the sound of a drawer opening and clothes rustling. She cracked her eyes open and her breath caught in her throat.
Buffy stood completely nude in front of a clothing dresser. Promptly throwing clothes out of it she obviously had no intention of wearing. Buffy's skin still shimmered with water. Cold droplets falling from her now clean hair. Faith sat hypnotized, watching a water droplet make it's way down the small of the blonde's back.
Buffy grabbed a white T-shirt and slipped it on. It was far to big for her and fell past her butt, one shoulder showing from the neck. She searched more drawers, looking for anything she might wear as leggings. Not finding anything that would remotely fit, she huffed and turned around.
To find Faith staring wide eyed at her.
Buffy smirked as she watched Faith's jaw open and shut like a fish.
Buffy grinned. "I take it the goldfish impersonation is really an explanation gone terribly, terribly wrong?"
Faith managed to click her jaw shut and glared. But a blush actually made it to her cheeks, and she grabbed the pillow under her head covered her face with it.
Buffy heard her mumble several different sentences into the pillow, and was quite sure they were all variations of "Fuck you Twinkie," or "You just had too turn around," and "It's not my fault that water droplet had a dirty agenda."
Buffy giggled slightly and hopped onto the bed beside the flustered girl. She then realized that it was rather drafty when your only wearing a rather over sized T-shirt, and are still damp. Looking down at herself, she also realized that said shirt being white, and said self being wet, had made for rather interesting see through spots in very intriguing places.
Buffy put a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a yawn. She looked out the window, and realizing the sun would be rising soon, got up and shut the blinds. She turned around to find Faith had removed the pillow from her face, and was busy taking her jacket off. Buffy walked around to the other side of the bed and got under the covers, watching the younger girl intently.
Faith for her part was studiously ignoring the small blonde, and got up off the bed, thankful that she had decided to wear underwear today, and pulled off her leathers.
She sat back down, pulling the ripped wife beater over her head, now clad in only a black bra and panties. She slipped under the covers and finally turned to Buffy.
The blonde was smiling at her, and Faith found whatever she was going to say had apparently fallen out of her brain, as she was locked in Buffy's intense gaze. Those now crystal clear orbs staring mischievously at her, and she felt she couldn't move as the blonde leaned closer, so close Faith felt warm, sweet breath on her face.
Buffy touched their foreheads, a small smile still on her lips. Faith was almost swooning in her need to feel those lips on her own. Her eyes semi-closed as she leaned forward for a taste, only to vaguely feel the blonde move away.
"G'night," Buffy announced perkily, then rolled over and shut off the lamp. Leaving Faith once again open mouthed and gawking at her. Faith narrowed her eyes, barely making out the soft lines of Buffy's small frame in the very dim early morning light.
She pulled Buffy to her, and burrowed the blonde's neck, nuzzling her flesh, "I'm gonna to get you back for that ya know?" she whispered.
Buffy chuckled, "Yeah, I figured."
Faith spooned her, pinching the blondes thigh playfully. She stretched, trying to get comfy. The distraction of actually having to look at the scantily clad slayer having been undone, she remembered she still didn't know where she was. Though as calm as Buffy was she figured it wasn't bad.
"So where am I?"
"Your in bed with me," Buffy said, snuggling deeper into the bed, ignoring the fact she could still smell Giles' scent there. But it wasn't bothering her so much since the smell of a very sexy slayer's skin seemed to wrapping itself around her senses. She felt calmed and at the moment, rather drowsy. All that dying and healing must have caught up.
Faith pinched her slightly again, making Buffy squeak slightly, "I know that Blondie, you goof, I mean the actually place?"
"I'm so not Goofy, do I really look like Goofy to you? Cos I certainly don't see the resemblance. And we're at Giles'," the blonde replies, mocking offence to the term goof.
Faith chuckles at the blonde's tendency to have the oddest things come out of her mouth. Then she thought for a second, "Wait a minute," grins wickedly though Buffy can't see it she can hear it in her voice, "We're in G's bed?"
"Yes," Buffy says not following.
Faith begins laughing so hard she has to muffle it by pressing her mouth to Buffy's neck.
Buffy comes to a realization, "Faith! That is so wrong, so evil, so, so, so…… kinky and very demented. You are so disturbed."
Faith responds biting Buffy's earlobe, the blonde whimpers, "I can't believe you wanna do this in Giles' bed, it's so wrong."
The brunette laughs, "As wrong as is may be, B, you have to admit it's fucking hilarious," Faith moves to sit a top Buffy's thighs.
"And hot."
Then pulling the shirt off Buffy, she begins licking the blonde all up and down her torso. Stopping at the blonde's naval to dip her tongue into it, skillfully twirling then biting, and sucking.
Buffy's breathing has increased, she feels so exhilarated, as though she were on a high that's gonna blow her mind to smithereens by time it was over. She reaches her hands down, and curls her fingers into Faith's silky mane of hair.
Faith trails back up her body to capture the blonde's lips. They kiss, and they feel as though electric currents are running through their bodies. Ready to reach release at break neck speed. Ready to hold each other as they shake in each other's arms. Their passion burns fires through their souls, pulling them together, skin on skin. The blood pumping, the breath heaving, as the heat increases.
Faith's bra and panties seem to disappear as the blonde pulls them off. Before Faith knows it she's underneath the tiny slayer. The vampire then nipping her way down Faith's torso, her fingers caressing the brunette's supple body.
"I want you Buffy, I need you," Faith moans out as the blonde's mouth moves lower.
"You have me."
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Giles' jolts slightly as a noise breaks him out of his rather drunken stupor. Though for the world of him he couldn't tell you what it was. He also couldn't remember why he wasn't in his bed.
"Piffle, what am I doing on this bloody couch. Thing needs some new bloody cushions." Giles' speech is slightly slurred, the amount of scotch he has consumed leaving him fairly tipsy.
Ripper you should know better.
He gets up clumsily making his way to the stairs, the bottle of once again in his hand. His other hand against the wall, steadying him as he walks up to his room.
At the door he pauses, and could almost swear he heard something resembling heavy breathing. He reaches slowly for the door handle, missing it several times as there seemed to be more then one of them.
He finally grasped it, pulling the door open.
Just as Faith reaches release, calling out Buffy's name.
The bottle of scotch slips from Giles' fingers.
"Bloody hell."
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he,,hehehe , he he, hehe..that was kinda evil wasn't.. poor ol' Rupe.