Title: Maybe, Just Maybe
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Pairings:Buffy/Faith
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Rating: R for adult scenes

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Chapter 11

Another night at the Bronze, after Slayage. This time Will decided not to come with us, she had a major Chem. report. Not that I minded because it meant we could be alone together.

We got in a good round of slaying tonight. Faith would say the vamps we got were ballsy, very. Naturally that pissed her off a little more, but I had no intention of calming her down. Once again, after all of that was over she was ready to get down and dirty; I wasn't about to stop her.

Once we got there I told her I was going to use the bathroom and she said she'd get us a couple of drinks.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I didn't look so bad. I didn't look so great, either, at least I thought so. I had left my hair down tonight, and it had been curly from that morning. The waves were still there but naturally looser than before.

I was wearing a blue and purple gypsy top and a pair of tight jeans, that clung to my body with just enough to reveal but not to look too slutty either.

I didn't want her to see me that way, anyway. As some sort of slut. I wanted her to see me…I guess the way I saw her. The most beautiful person I'd ever seen. A part of me was jealous at how naturally beautiful she was. She didn't need a spot of make-up but whenever she wore any she would looking so stunning. I could look at her all day.

As I looked on at the hazel eyes staring straight back at me, I wondered what she was thinking about me; about us. So far everything had been going alright. As far as I know there was no tension between Will and her, and I hadn't said anything about Faith and I. Not just yet. I thought I'd wait. I don't know what for. Come to think of it…no one knew about us. Just us. Faith and myself.

I noticed how the bare skin on my exposed chest of my low cut gypsy was glistening; multi-faceted beads of moisture were accompanying it. I was so hot. And parched.

'Hey, you,' I heard a voice calling from just inside the door of the bathroom.

My facial expression relaxed and I blushed, looked down and shifted my weight onto my other foot. 'Hey…'

She began to approach me and for some reason I couldn't help but be nervous.

'I started missing you,' she said as she reached for one of my hands, and as she moved in close to me, I inhaled, just drawing in the sweet scent of her…it was everlasting. Made me never wanna leave her side. She straddled my waist with her hands, and her lips met with the dip of my neck. I let out a tiny moan and I could feel her lips smile against my neck.

'What about our drinks?' I finally mustered up the courage to speak, my voice temporarily having been lost from the inebriation she had began to unleash upon me.

She chuckled low in her throat and moved away; not too far, her lips moved to a different spot, my jawbone, and whilst she exhaled, she spoke to me. 'They can wait.'

I smiled in response to her comment and moved my hands to hers. As I expected she began kissing my neck, slowly, tantalisingly. And as her hand began to slide northwards of my body, my eyelids fell closed, her doses of ecstasy far too much for me to take all at once. For god's sake, all she'd done was touch me. And it was only a little bit. But still my senses were weakening from this pulsation that had began to spirit inside of me.

Without my comprehension we had moved into a cubicle, and she was kissing me hard upon the lips, her hands were searching my body, ferociously, as if a tiger were tearing apart its fresh meal. Apparently I was returning the excitement, beneath her on the toilet seat now, she was in my lap, and we were both rocking to some motion. Fast, insatiable, each apparently needing each other more than the other.

I found myself clenching handfuls of tight leather and pushing it northward, listening to it as it gathered and bent itself against my will. It's hotness clearly came from her; her thighs so heated that the material emitted heat of it's own.

Her hair fell around me as we kissed; her in my lap, unfastening the clasp of my bra, me pushing up material, out of the way. It was all a mesh of moans and material moving, a fast and inevitable, frenzied-

'I need you,' I heard her say straight into my ear, her voice barely above a whisper; so husky it aroused me further.

'I know,' I replied, my voice attempting the same volume that hers did, only mine was a fair amount clearer, stronger.

I still couldn't believe that I was making her tremble, for me. Even as my fingers threatened to enter her, even as her breaths rendered parched on her lips and her body soaked itself in her moisture, even as her eyebrows creased and her face lifted to the ceiling…I couldn't believe this Goddess before me was letting herself be taken by me.

'Not here,' I said, just as I was about to go in. I had massaged there a while and could see that if I gave her three thrusts she would already be there.

She uttered a limp and rushed, 'What?' as her eyes came open and she looked at me.

I licked over my lips and pouted. 'I'm thirsty.'

She exhaled the rest of her breath and then huffed. 'I'm parched but you don't see me complaining,' she said between breaths, as she watched me fasten my bra and pull down my top.

'No, I see you coming,' I quipped and slid my hands around her waist. I pulled her in for a quick kiss. 'This is the Bronze. We're supposed to get down here. Bronze closes at like three, right? I say we have another five hours before I have to get up and go to school.'

'That's a good five hours to fu-'

'Faith, shut up,' I warned her, and looked around, as if looking through the cubicles. I could hear something. Two people. It didn't sound great.

'What's up?' I pressed a finger to my lips and made a signal for her to get up off of my lap. She moved just as I asked and I reached for the lock of the cubicle, but before I could open it, someone smashed someone else right to it. I jumped back, and so did Faith, followed by a girl screaming and someone else growling. I reached a hand back to keep Faith back, and continued reaching for the lock. I pulled it back and moved out of the way of the door flinging back into my face.

Just as I suspected. Some girl drinking off another girl. I shoved her back off of the panicked girl into the ceramic tiles behind her. She grunted at me and I raised an eyebrow, then shoved the other girl in the direction, told her to go, quickly.

I looked around for a piece of wood or an implement to stake the vamp with no success, and tutted. 'Damn. You'd at least think they'd have slot machines for sharp implements, doncha think?' I said, coming out of the cubicle, and beginning to walk around. I noticed the ballsed up vamp was heaving, still against the wall, fangs galore.

I continued to look around for anything, any goddamned implement…I tore off the tissue paper holder and turned round to get the vamp, only to find that she'd disappeared.

Faith emerged from the cubicle, still straightening out her skirt. 'Did you see where it went?' I said to her and she grabbed my arm, pulled me out of the bathroom.

I couldn't find her anywhere. This well and truly sucked. Sex aside and everything, even though we were calming it down, putting on hold this was not exactly the way I'd planned for it to go down. This was supposed to be post-patrol. Although getting in a couple of pre-patrol hours of real good "uhh" was something I reckon Faith would wanna put on the agenda.

I caught her sneaking out of the back door, with a guy on her arm. It was usually the guy who was sneaking off to feed, but occasionally it was the girl.

Just as I planned. I followed her, staked her, sent the guy home. Faith and I both resumed our…previous-ish positions. Not exactly but…whatever.

I leant against the counter and waited for our drinks as she sat over in a seating area, looking well and truly flushed. I imagined she was still half way to release. It was how I felt being around her post-slayage all the time. Even before she found out how I felt about her.

I looked over at her, and just as I said; she was glowing. I looked back to the bartender and gave him some money. Waited for my change, then made my way over to her, carrying our drinks. I put them down on the table and sat beside her, then said into her ear, 'You're glowing.' I sat back a little, crossed my legs and moved a hand to hers.

She smiled, her other arm perched on the back of the sofa, her face towards the moving bodies on the dance floor. Her face lit up slightly, her cheeks rose and her eyes glistened. 'Yeah, you gave me a, little bit of a rush back there.'

I giggled and leant in close to her ear, my lips very nearly pressed to them, my fingers entangled within hers, resting in her lap, one of my fingers threatening the hem of her skirt. 'Wanna…dance?'

I saw the corner of her mouth tug up and her gaze moved to me. 'Thought you were parched?' she said, then with the hand in which mine was with, pointed to the red paper cups.

I smiled and then sat forward, downed my drink and then rose. I outstretched my hand to her and she looked at it. I cocked my head towards the dance floor, smiling at how she had been looking at me the entire time.

She rose from the sofa and planted a hand in mine, and as we began to move over to the floor, I felt a tingling sensation start to build within me once again.

The music was just as pent up as we had been with our slaying; ballsy, heavy bass, pumping so immensely through every present body. The figures moved, some synchronised with the beat of the music, some really not.

We started dancing, hand in hand, and she moved her body up against mine, ever so wonderfully touching me in all the right places. I could feel how hot she was, about as equally as I could see, and as our bodies moved together to the beat of the music, I felt her temperature rising.

One leg between mine, one leg between hers, she pushed against me, me against her. And as soon as she hit me I could feel just how wet she had become. Equally her frequent moans and her furrowed eyebrows told me that she indeed was still at that place that I had left her when I told her how thirsty I was.

And soon, once again I felt her hands beginning to search my body. Just…gingerly…one hand at the small of my back, the other searching a comfortable place on my thigh. I looked her directly in the eyes, and she smiled.

The music began to slow and soon people were either leaving the floor or drawing partners in close to one another. Indolently I traced over every inch of skin my hands would take on the path to her shoulders, and once rested there, I wrapped them tightly, pressed my body to hers. I could feel everything. It was so beautiful. Her heartbeat against my chest, the rise and fall of her as she respired. Her breath against my skin, and her warmth.

I felt her hands begin to embrace the small of my back tighter, and I let my eyelids fall closed. And I don't know whether it was the lyrics of the song, whatever…but I felt hot tears touch my shoulder. 'You're crying,' I said into her ear, solemnly.

I moved a hand to her head and just held it softly to me. She moved her cheek in to mine, and I could feel where her tears had been. 'Yeah,' she said, also very solemnly.

'Why?' I asked after a while, as we continued to move to the music.

She exhaled and I waited patiently for a reply. 'You said you love me,' she began, and I listened to how soft her voice had become. 'And…no one ever touches me this way. Except for you.' She snuggled her head closer in to my neck.

I didn't reply to her. I don't think she needed for me to. But just listening to her words took me back to that moment in my room, when she said she wanted to love me.

'Goooood, I'm so in love with the way you touch me,' she whispered into my ear as we danced.

I held her a little tighter, just grasping the words she had spoken to me. She never really spoke this way, only to me, and when she did, it made me feel special. I didn't ever want that to end.

- - -

She lay incredibly still as I drug my fingers over her naked stomach, and watched the gorgeously tanned skin, my fingers tracing over every wonderful crease and contour of her flawless form. We'd slept together many times before, and most certainly lay before each other in the purest form there was, yet my eyes had never followed every inch of skin there was, neither my hands. With only one, and extremely slowly, steadily, my fingers found it's way around each part of her body.

I lay beside her, pure as she was, and closed my eyes. Let this adventure up to my sense of touch. Even as her hand rested upon mine and continued it's journey.

- - -

I could feel her climax hitting her, clutching at my fingers, making her quiver, and I touched. Touched her. Touched her mind, touched her body, touched her soul.

The sweet aroma of her climax filled the room and it made me happy.

She relaxed into the comforter and breathed heavily, calming down inch by inch from her inebriation. And as I moved my mouth to her stomach, she moaned, once again.

She told me it was my turn.

She told me it was her turn to touch me.