Chapter Five:

The entire Sunnydale crew, except Anya and Spike, cause they're dead and all, has been staying at the Hyperion for two weeks. After Sunnydale sank in and turned into a giant crater, we got on the bus and tried to decide what we were gonna do…. And we end up here. In L.A.. Ain't it grand?

B and I have been doing really good. It sucks that we have to sneak around, but what B wants, B gets. Every opportunity we get, we sneak off to do some heavy groping and making out. It does make it kind of sexy, knowing we could get caught at any time. We have nightly make out sessions before me go to bed... to separate beds. It would be suspicious if we didn't. Also, we haven't had sex yet. That's the part that's really bothering me. I try and take it further, but B always shoots me down. Multiple times a day, for two weeks now, I've been trying to get her to have sex with me. I flash her, threaten her, throw tantrums, everything, and I'm still not getting any pussy. She says she's not ready. It's such bullshit. I'm getting really fucking horny.

Speaking of horny, Robin's the king of horny in this hotel. He wants some, and I won't give it. He doesn't get why, and I can't exactly tell him that I love B, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt her. I convinced that I need my space, so he got his own room. Doesn't stop him, though, from coming in some nights to sleep with me. He holds me and I feel his hard-on. Every single time. I can't do it though. I want to. I want him to get me off, but that's the only reason I want him. I want sex. Sometimes he rubs his cock against my ass while he sleeps, moaning my name, and it's all I can do to keep from fucking him then and there. But once again, B'd be hurt, so I don't. It's hard enough keeping PDA's to a minimum in front of B, considering how touchy-feely Robin's suddenly gotten. He also doesn't know why B suddenly hates him. When he asks me, I just shrug and grunt out a non-answer.

The gang's all sitting around eating Chinese food. Xander's doing some imitation of a walrus with his chopsticks and now Dawn's doing it too. Christ. I'm so bored. We haven't had anything to do today for the first time since we got here. Angel, Wes, and Giles are trading war stories or some shit, and I'm now having a fucking hard time not cracking up watching Angel try to use chopsticks. One thing I can't stop myself from doing, though, is watching Kennedy and Red mack on each other. I can't bother watching Gunn and Fred, cause quite frankly, I'm really more into the girly loving these days. Funny, since I currently have my very own piece of man-meat. Anyway, Kennedy and Red, who I've now decided to call Rennedy, have been about 2 seconds from fucking right here in the lobby for the last 20 minutes. Jesus, ladies, get a fucking room. I look over at B, and see that she's staring at them also. Her mouth is open a little bit and I can tell she's panting slightly. Well, well, well, it looks like a certain blonde slayer's getting kinda hot.

I raise my foot under the table and tap her foot. B's eyes quickly dart over to mine and I can see the lust in her eyes. I motion my eyes to the staircase and lick my bottom lip suggestively, wiggling my eyebrows the whole time. B gets the message.

"This was fun guys," she says, moving to clear her food. "I'm gonna take a nap now. I'm full of yummy noodles and it's making me sleepy."

No one really questions her, and B's walking up the stairs now, looking me in the eye the whole time. I wait a few minutes, and then I get up also and start to leave. Unfortunately, my oh-so-irritating boyfriend decides that now is the time to look up from his beef and broccoli.

"Where are you going, Faith?"

Um…. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I feel fuckin gross."

"Want some company?" Um, how bout, no? He's leering at me now. Put it back in your pants, buddy. And why did he have to say that in front of everyone? They're all trying to pretend they didn't hear that. Wish I could too.

"Uh, no, Robbie. I'm just gonna take a quick shower and change. I want to go have a good workout."

"Hey, I'll spar with you, Faith. Hurry back down. I'll be waiting here," Angel butts in. Asshole. He's smirking at me like he knows what I was gonna go do. He's making fun of me. I have half a mind to stake him.

"Sure," I say, giving him my deadliest glare. He just smirks some more.

I move up the stairs and try to feel B out. I think she's on the first floor…. In the first available hallway. Is she crazy? Way to get caught. Put us as close to them as possible. We might have well just snuck under the table and hoped we didn't get caught.
The second that I get into the hallway, Buffy shoves me up against the wall, pinning my wrists against the wall on either side of my head. I love when she gets aggressive like this. It makes me fuckin hot. Her head swoops down and she starts licking and sucking at my neck. God, it feels so good. She's sucking hard, and I know it's gonna leave a mark. Bitch. She moves up and starts biting at my ear lobe. Every lick makes me wetter, and every nip makes my breath catch in my throat. Then she dips her head down more, using the flat of her tongue to lick straight up my throat to my chin. I can't take this anymore.

I growl low in my throat and then push forward, flipping us so that now, she's pressed against the wall. I nudge her legs apart and position myself so that my pussy is pressing into hers, our clothes the only thing separating us. B gasps and pushes herself harder into me. I move my head forward, catching her mouth in the hottest kiss I've ever experienced. Our tongues tangle with each other, fighting for dominance. B's mouth is smoldering, practically burning me. I move my hand up, pinching B's nipple and cupping her tits through her shirt. God, they're so stiff. I give a particularly hard tweak, and B gasps in my mouth. Christ, that's sexy.

She's pushing into my hips harder now and she's starting to moan into my mouth over and over again. I decide to try pressing my luck, so I start moving my hand down to the waist of her pants. I get to the top button and wait, seeing if she'll stop me. Please God, don't fucking stop, B.

She keeps grabbing at me and sucking my tongue, so I take that as a sign to continue. I pop open the top button and slowly pull down the zipper. I continue down, sliding my fingers underneath her panties. The tips of my fingers finally meet her. Christ, I do this to her? I am so fucking good. I start moving my fingers in small little circles, when B's eyes suddenly fly open. She grabs my hand, stilling my fingers. She must be fucking kidding me.

"No, Faith. I don't want to yet." She's looking at me like she's begging me to understand. Yeah, sorry B, I don't fucking understand. I rip my hand out from her pants and move away from her.

"Please, Faith. Don't be angry." B tries to grab my arm and hold me to her. I shrug her off.

"Don't, B. Just, don't."

I can't believe her. Doesn't she want me? I mean, am I not good enough? Does she find me so repulsive that she doesn't want me touching her? For weeks now, she's been doing this. I can't take it anymore.

"Faith, don't think this means that I don't want you. I do. So much." Yeah right. "Don't think that this means I don't believe in us. What we have."

"How can I not, Buffy? You won't let me show you how I feel. How much I love you. You keep teasing me. Almost letting there, but then you stop. I don't understand what's wrong. What are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for us to be ready."

"We are ready!" I whisper harshly. I'm losing my patience here. "I know damn well that all I can think about is fucking you. And if what I just felt in your panties was any indication, I'd say you're very ready for me."

B flushes and then suddenly seems to realize that her pants are still open and unzipped. She buttons them up, and then looks up at me. She's got these big, puppy-dog eyes going on. What did she have to go and do that for?

My voice softens when I say, "B, I'm sorry, but I'm horny as fuck. You won't help me out, and I don't even want to think about Robin touching me. I can't hurt you like that. But let me tell you, it's damn hard. He wants me, and he lets me know it all the time. It's hard telling him no, but I do it because I love you. I only want you." B had started looking pissed when I started talking about Robin, but now she looks touched by what I said.

I move toward B and press my body against hers again. She's panting a little now. I move my mouth so that it's almost touching hers, and whisper, "B, every night I fuck myself, thinking about you. I get myself off over and over again, but it's never enough. I'm never satisfied. Only you can satisfy me. I think about your fingers stroking my sides." I start running my fingers up and down her side. I think she just shivered. "I think about your tongue, B." I give her bottom lip a little lick. I continue whispering nasty thing in her ear about what all I want her to do.

B's shaking by the time I finish. She moves her lips to mine, kissing me hard. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her. Like I would ever let go.

We finally break apart, panting, our foreheads pressed together.

"Soon, baby," B whispers.

I sigh in defeat. "Fine." I give B one last, sweet kiss and then turn down the hall, going back to the group.

I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I can't sleep. The glowing clock is too fucking bright and I can hear every noise and creek of a mattress in this entire hotel. The hotel's so big and empty that the noises echo and my slayer hearing lets me hear it all in surround-sound. I can hear Red and Kenn fucking 2 rooms down. Not that the others can't hear them. They're being pretty loud. I can hear Xander snoring, and someone's definitely pacing upstairs.

I continue identifying everything I hear, when the sound of feet padding down the hall catches my attention. I hold my breath and wait. Suddenly, a feeling washes over me, and I know it's B. Ever since our relationship changed, the tingle I feel when she's near or touching me has gotten stronger. The door slowly opens and I see B standing there in a robe. She softly shuts the door behind her, obviously trying not to wake me. She's so cute. I don't know why she's coming in if she doesn't want to wake me, but she's so cute, it doesn't even matter.

"I'm awake, B," I say, stopping her in her tracks.

"Damn!" B stomps her foot and with the moonlight shining in, I can see her adorable pout. I really am turning into such a sap. "I wanted to wake you up with kisses, but now that's shot to hell. Faith, you ruined my plan!"

"Sorry, B," I chuckle. "Do you want me to pretend I'm asleep? Then you can wake me up the way you wanted to."

"No, it's ruined now."

"Um, not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here? We already had our goodnight make out session."

B walks to the bed and says in a low, husky voice, "I know. It wasn't enough, though. I want more."

Please God, let her be saying what I think she's saying. "You want to…"

"I want to fuck you," she says, dropping her robe. And she is bare ass naked under there. Jesus, her body is incredible. Oh, and yes please to the fucking.

She pulls the sheet back and finds me naked underneath. She smirks, making me smirk too. "What can I say, I sleep in the buff, Buff."

She giggles and then jumps onto the bed, straddling me. "That was so corny, Faith," she whispers into my ear, playing with my hair.

I can feel her on my stomach. I want to fuck her so bad. Make her scream my name when she comes. But why is she doing this? She didn't want to have sex just this afternoon, and now she's changing her mind?

B goes down to kiss me, but I stop her. "Wait, B. You're not just doing this because of our fight today, are you? Cause I only want you when you want me back as much, not when you're doing it so I won't be mad."

B shakes her head. "No, I'm doing this because I want you. I want us to be together. I thought a lot about what you said today, and I realized you're right. I've been hiding. I was scared that if we had sex, I would have another relationship that was based purely around sex. But then I realized, it goes so much deeper than that with us. I don't just want you… I love you."

I'm speechless. She loves me? Yes! Thank you God! She loves me. Buffy Summers. Buffy Anne fucking Summers loves me, Faith, lifelong screw-up. I'm so happy I could vomit. I don't, though. I just pull B down and kiss her, letting all of my happiness and love for her show in my kiss.