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enjoy it, and please be as honest as possible with the whole love-scene
thing;. . . it's my first time.
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= = = (* That's My Girl *) = = =
Buffy jogged out of the shower in an effort to get to her cell-phone before it stopped ringing. Desperately trying to hold her towel on, she held the phone against her shoulder.
"Hello?" She asked breathlessly.
[Hey B.] Faith chuckled, [You out for a jog?] Buffy sighed, though a smile marred her sweet face.
"Not exactly . . ." the blonde drawled, "I hopped out of the shower to get the phone. Even still, when the cell-phone rings, my Slayer-Anti- Apocalypse instincts go off."
[Sorry about setting the Spidey-Senses off,] Faith laughed, [I just called to arrange the Hows-Whens-Wheres of our meeting up tonight.] Buffy chuckled tiredly as she sat down on her bed.
"Well, why don't I just head over and meet you inside?" Buffy asked. Faith started chuckling herself . . . to the point where Buffy took the phone away from her ear to look at it.
[What about dinner?] Faith asked between her laughter.
"What *about* dinner?" Buffy asked back playfully.
[If there isn't food involved in this outing, you're going to have one very cranky Slayer on your hands.] She shot back, still chortling, trying to sound threatening as well. It didn't work. Buffy opened her closet and started looking at her clothes, deep in thought.
"Alright then, dinners on me. We can go to the TarPit, I know you love that place."
[Alright, plans achieved . . . but what about you and me meeting up? Gimme the when and where.]
"How about 30 or 40 minutes, give or take?" Buffy asked, pulling out some clothes and putting them on the bed.
[There might be a small problem with that B . . .]
"Like what?" the blonde asked quickly, just as she heard a knock at her door. "Oh, Faith, hang on for a second okay?" she asked into the receiver, "I'm Coming!" She yelled towards the door.
[Alright B.] Faith laughed. Buffy ran to the door, still holding her towel up, praying it wasn't one of her students.
"Willow, can you give me the print-outs lat- " Buffy stopped as she opened the door, seeing that it was - indeed - not Willow on the other side. "Faith?!" Buffy chuckled. The brunette smirked and simply clicked her cell-phone off as she leaned against the doorframe.
"Faith, what are you doing here?" The blonde laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. She did this partly to look smart, but mostly because the terry-cloth had started to droop.
"Hey, how was I supposed to know that you're so high maintenance?" Faith defended quickly. "I sorta figured you'd be good to go when I just showed up." Buffy blushed as she shot a half-scowl towards the brunette. Waving the girl in, she stepped back.
"Just give me a second to get dressed and do the hair and make-up thing, then we can feed you." Buffy bent down to pick her boots and Faith didn't even pretend not to look at the blonde's cute butt.
Before Faith had even really appreciated the soft curves of the aforementioned back-side, the towel hit the flow and she got a real view. Damn, Faith thought, if only she wasn't wearing those panties! They were black, cotton ones, and they looked damn good against that tanned Californian skin. They're very B, Faith thought amusedly, when it comes to being 'Bad' she can talk the talk, and walk the walk, but she'll never step over the line.
"Are you wet?" the blonde's question completely caught Faith off guard. Shaking her head slightly, she had to take a second in wondering if she'd her Buffy correctly.
"Huh?" Faith asked back, slightly worried that she'd been caught. Standing up and pulling on a halter-top, Buffy glanced at Faith over her shoulder.
"Are you wet? I was just wondering if you'd been caught in the rain . . . I was thinking of wearing my leather pants, but I don't want to ruin them if it's already started to pour." Faith smiled slightly and shook her head.
"I doubt it'll rain for a little while longer. Besides, you're taking a cab back from Mecca, right?" Buffy laughed, and nodded; pulling a pair of tight, low-rise leathers over her legs. The black of the pants off-set the shimmering silver of her top, which Faith noticed was slightly tighter than most of her other shirts. And Faith would know, she paid very close attention to Buffy's shirts. Blushing at that last thought, she stood up and stretched. Buffy walked into her little bathroom and started putting on her make-up, talking to Faith all the while.
"Who's the bouncer tonight?" the blonde asked, putting on her eye-liner.
"Charlie." Faith replied stoically, coming up behind her, and checking her own make-up. "He's a total sucker for cute little girls though. He'll let them in even when their fake IDs are glaringly obvious." Buffy chuckled, and started putting on her lip-gloss. Faith was transfixed for a moment, then remembered how easy she could be caught looking at her in the mirror.
"Hey, as long as he doesn't get caught, and no one gets hurt, then it's okay by me." Buffy quickly brushed out her hair, and Faith simply shook her head. For some reason, she liked watching Buffy make herself up. She knew the blonde didn't need it; she thought the little Slayer looked sexiest just after training when she was slightly mussed and sweaty from sparring.
"Yeah, I guess your right." Faith agreed, looking away and walking back into the next room, followed shortly by Buffy. "Besides, he always calls them cabs when they leave and makes sure they take them. He's a pretty decent guy." Buffy chuckled and grabbed her coat as she headed for the door.
"Don't let Wood hear you talking like that," Buffy laughed, "You know how jealous he gets, especially about you."
"Yeah, yeah yeah," Faith drawled as they made their way out of Buffy's Room and descended from the Staff Housing Floor. "It's starting to cramp my style. Besides, there's a line between Boy-friend and Stalker. Does he know that?" Faith chuckled, and Buffy did too. She knew Faith was only kidding.
"You get used to it." Buffy said reassuringly as they waved down a cab. "Besides, you'll be shocked at how much you'll miss it once it's gone."
Later that night, after they'd finished their dinner, the two girls made their way to the start of the long queue in front of Mecca. The place was getting popular and fast. They'd had a mention in some People-type- magazine and now Mecca was the place to be. Buffy and Faith walked past all the other waiting people; the brunette with a smirk quite reminiscent of her older more Evilly inclined self, and the blonde with her eyes cast down, trying not to smile.
"Hey Chuck!" Faith called, knowing that Charlie hated being called that, but let Faith because he liked her too much. "What's the happening?" she asked as she and Buffy came to stand right next to him. He smiled and gave her a hug.
"Things are nuts!" he said over the noise from the club and the chatting patrons in line. "Pixie's on DJ-Mixing tonight, so there's a great turn- out. Not to mention that Lexy's training the new girl at the bar so things are moving slow over by the drink tables!" Faith laughed and Buffy simply nodded, having no idea who they were talking about. "Is this that girl you're tellin' me about?" he asked, Buffy turned to look at Faith, who blushed, though only for a second.
"Yeah, Chuck, you know B!" Faith said happily, "You're only met her about three times!" She laughed and Buffy shook his hand firmly. He smiled even wider, and looked to Faith again.
"I can see why you like her!" he laughed. Faith nodded, and took the blonde's hand as she dragged her through the door again.
"What have you been saying about me?" Buffy called loudly over the booming music. Faith shook her head and smiled.
"Don't worry, B!" she spoke into the Chosen One's ear. "Nothing that isn't on your Arrest File!" Buffy shoved her playfully and Faith grabbed a small table near the dance floor. Placing their jackets down on the chairs, they looked around. The place was jumping, and they were ready to have some fun.
"Hey B!" Faith yelled slightly, "Why don't you watch the table, I'mma go get us some drinks and find out if they need any extra help tonight!" Just as the brunette started to walk away she felt a hand on her arm. It was Buffy's.
"Faith!" She called, a sad smile on her face, "This was supposed to be our night of careless fun!" she chuckled, "Promise me you won't ditch me unless this place goes into a Code-Red?" Faith laughed and nodded. Shoving Buffy down into one of the seats, Faith made her way over to the Bar. The new girl, Pegzy, was in the shits. People were yelling their orders at her from left and right, and she wasn't getting a single one of them.
"Lexy! You two doing alright?" Faith called, ducking under the bar. The tall woman with a spiked collar and black hair turned to look at her with relief.
"Thank god you're here!" The older woman called, "Help me with these customers!" She pleaded. Faith through her arm around the woman's shoulder, and chuckled.
"You *know* I don't have my liquor license, and on top of that, you *know* that tonight is my night off." Lexy nodded sadly and watched as Pegzy dropped three bottles of beer. The black-haired woman shook her head and sighed angrily. As she turned back to the other customers and started taking their impatient orders, she glanced back at Faith, who was popping bottle-caps off of beers and handing them to the people who's already paid.
"So where's this girl you were telling me about?" Lexy called back over her shoulder. "She's here, isn't she?" Faith nodded, and tapped her shoulder. Lexy leaned against her as she pointed through the crown do where Buffy was sitting, dancing in her seat and scoping the scene. The older woman chuckled and went back to her orders. "I can see why you like her," she said laughingly. Faith simply shook her head, wondering why people always said that.
"Yeah, she's a cutie, that's for sure." Faith laughed and excused herself, heading for the stage. Pixie, and yes that was her real name unfortunately, was mixing it up. Faith said a quick hello and asked how things were going. They talked for all of two minutes, and then Faith saw that Buffy had left the table. Waving and heading back over to where she'd last seen the blonde, Faith looked around. She took in the dance floor near the table, but found no body matching the one she wanted. Slowly, she felt a hand slide over her shoulder.
"What say you and I get out there?" came a familiar voice, purring in her ear. Faith smiled, and placed a hand over the one attached to her. As they made their way out into the mass, Faith started dancing. The brunette always loved to dance, and she was good at it. It was an escape; and it usually ended for the better. It was how she'd first caught the eye of Buffy and the Scooby-Gang. When she'd been down to LA to kill Angel, it allowed her to forget all about Sunnydale and the shit she'd caused there. She'd had a clean slate to dirty up without the blonde's knowledge. Also; Bronzing it before their battle with the first . . . it'd felt good. Even if it was eventually the reason the Mini-Slayers voted her in charge resulting in the deaths of three potentials.
The music was good tonight. Pixie had a talent for good fast beats that people could really get into, and mix them well enough so that there was little to know recognition of where one song stopped and one began. Mecca was very much *not* like the bronze, but it was exactly what Faith wanted; and to have Buffy holding her hand and dancing with her . . . what more could a former convict want? The two slayers danced nearly an hour, and then headed back to their table. After waving down a waitress who also seemed to be new, they ordered their drinks.
"Hey Newby!" Faith called, almost rudely, "Tell Pegzy over at the bar that if she sends a bottle of Jack out to Faith, I won't tell Jim about her breaking the lock into the store-room." Faith smiled as the girl walked off, and turned to Buffy. The blonde seemed a bit surprised, but tried to hide it. "Don't tell me I have to finish off this bottle by myself?" She asked skeptically. Buffy smirked at her through the corner of her eyes and shook her head.
"You know I hate drinking, Faith . . ." Buffy drawled. It was true; Buffy hated drinking . . . but she didn't mind getting drunk. It was how they'd first started bonding way back after the fall of Sunnydale. They'd dropped off all the little girls at the LA County Hospital along with Wood who was placed in intensive care. When the Scoobies had tried to get Buffy to seek Medical attention as well, she'd refused. Although Faith had legitimately freaked when she'd witnessed Buffy get run-through, she offered to patch the blonde up herself. So she did; at the Hyperion, in fact.
Faith had used Fred's Med-Kit to the extent of its abilities, depleting almost everything in it. The brunette had never bothered with medical attention before, excluding the time she was in a coma, so she was completely lost. She did know how to sew though, so she managed to stitch up Buffy pretty well . . . except for the fact that Buffy was constantly hissing because it hurt. To get the blonde to 'shut-up' she'd given her a good dose of Lorne's brandy and also used it to sterilize the wound later when they ran out of Ethyl Alcohol. That's how it started; Buffy in a slight haze asked where Faith'd learned to sew. Chuckling, she said she'd picked it up as a kid for when she had to darn her clothes. She also told the blonde that she'd learned quilt-making in prison as well. From there bonding came pretty easy, even if Buffy was sober.
"Come on!" Faith joked as their order arrived at the table. "Just a bit of 'Ole Tennessee #7 Whiskey, and you'll be set for a night full of non- Slaying Slayer-Fun." The brunette took the two double-shoot glasses and filled until they were nearly over-flowing. Raising the small glass slightly, Faith smiled at her friend, and waited for the blonde to - reluctantly - do the same. "To the last original Chosen One!" Faith saluted, and knocked the drink back, tweaking only slightly. Buffy smirked, and leaned forward a bit.
"To the Chosen Two; together at last." With that she swallowed the whole thing in one gulp and placed it rim-down on the table. Faith's eyes widened, and she poured them both another round. They continued on like this for a while, but they didn't get very drunk. Due to the Slayers' fast metabolism, and their resistance to foreign toxins in their body, it would probably take the entire bottle to get them completely drunk. They toasted almost everything they could think of; Caleb, may he rest in pieces; Giles, and his new head-mastery-ness; even Xander's eye-socket, may it be welcoming and accepting to its new eye.
"Man!" Faith yelled, after watching Buffy take what seemed like her 10th shot, "I thought you said you hated to drink?" Both girls chuckled, starting to get a bit tipsy. Buffy poured them both another shot each, and then she got up.
"Come on, one for the road!" Buffy laughed, knocking back her drink, and then shimmying back onto the dance floor. Faith quickly downed her own, and then tried to catch up with the blonde. Damn, Faith thought, I lost her! She had. The little Slayer had scurried off before the brunette could follow, and now she was lost in that sea of bodies, a drift in the undulating crowd.
After a few minutes and some dancing through the mass of people in order to find her counter-part, her eyes fell on Buffy. She was dancing up a small storm, with several guys dancing nearby. Faith growled under the music, and slowly approached her. Slipping between the male on-lookers, Faith wrapped a slow and smooth hand around the smaller girl's stomach. Glaring at the now slightly confused boys, she hoped that Buffy didn't push her away and make an ass out of her. To her surprise, Buffy reached back and wrapped an arm around her neck.
"There you are." She smiled up at her. Faith smirked at the men, still staring, as they realized their closeness.
"This goes out to two girls I saw walking in," Came Pixie's voice over the speakers, "And who I'm sure will be walking out together . . ." Faith chuckled as she caught the pink-haired-DJ's eye, and held Buffy a little closer.
"Hey B," Faith whispered into the blonde's ear, "Get a load of this song; you'll finally get to hear T.a.t.U. in English." Buffy chuckled and heard the beat of the song change gracefully to something lively and new.
"Hansom,
Tender,
Soft,
Why do you look right through me,
Thinking,
"No",
I can't deny my feelings,
Growing strong,
I try to keep believing,
Dreaming on,
And every time I see you,
I crave more,
I wanna pull you closer
Closer,
Closer,
Closer,
But you leave me feeling frozen,"
As both girls danced, Faith couldn't help but think of the irony in the words. As the blonde's hands stayed looped around her neck, Faith held her by her hips, making them sway together to the music. The on-lookers suddenly dropped away as she watched Buffy close her eyes and sink into the feeling of the brunette's hands guiding her body.
"My Chickie,
My Chickie,
I can be,
All you need,
Won't you please,
Stay with me,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Apologies, might-have-been's,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Can't erase what I feel,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,"
Buffy took one of Faith's hands from around her waist and clasped it in one of her own. Holding them above their heads, she pressed back into the younger woman sensually. She watches Buffy slowly crouched down, and slowly came back up, all the while her firm butt swaying against the Dark Slayer's legs. Faith shuddered, and quickly spun the blonde around, forcing them to come face to face. Faith was breathless and flushed, as was her partner. She saw the hazel eyes flicker down and land on her dark lips, but their dancing never stopped.
"Choking,
Back emotion,
I try to keep on hoping,
For a way;
A reason for us both to,
Come in,
Close,
I long for me to hold you,
Like your boyfriend. does,
And though my dream is,
Slowly Fading,
I wanna be the object,
Object,
Object,
Object,
Of your passion but It's hopeless."
As the music changed slightly, Faiths own eyes flickered to the soft pink petals that made up Buffy's mouth. Licking her lips, the brunette leaned in, and ever so slowly kissed the True Slayer. The dance-floor melted away and all Faith could hear was the music and the thump of Buffy's heart against the hand she had at the blonde's neck to steady the kiss. Time stopped, and it felt as though something mystical was surging between their bodies.
"My Chickie,
My Chickie,
I can be,
All you need,
Won't you please,
Stay with me,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Apologies, might-have-been's,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Can't erase what I feel,
My Chickie,
My Chickie"
Breaking away from their heated and sensual kiss, Buffy blinked slowly, and Faith looked both shocked and worried about her actions. Buffy's eyes widened, and she quickly turned to run from the club. She didn't get far. Faith still had a hold on her hand, and quickly spun her back into her arms, wrapping her up in a tight embrace, and kissing her passionately. This time, when they broke away, running was the last think Buffy wanted to do.
As the next song started, Faith was only vaguely aware that it was also a T.a.t.U. song; the familiar lyrics of 'Show Me Love' both driving her and giving her conviction. Leading Buffy to the back hall, kissing all the way, and into the elevator she doubted that the blonde even realized they'd left the club. As the slow moving freighter made its way up to Faith's floor, the brunette pressed the impassioned blonde against the back wall and ravaged that pouting mouth of the True Slayer.
"Faith" Buffy moaned breathlessly, grasping the younger girl to her with disparity. Faith smiled into her kisses, and slipped a hand around to the Buffy's back. As she walked them through the door backwards and fumbling, she tugged blindly at the strings that made up the woman's shirt. Giving a tipsy giggle, Buffy reached down and simply pulled it off, tossing it onto a near-by chair. Faith couldn't help the large smile that came to her face at the blonde's sudden willingness. Grabbing the older woman around the hips she invited her to wrap her legs around her waist. She did, and quiet eagerly.
The brunette pressed her partner's back up against one of the support pillars and began attacking her neck. She remembered, as they danced, the way her bite-mark caught the dim light of the club. It called to her, mocking her; undeniable evidence that at some time she'd belonged to another. True, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and in fact it actually was for Buffy, but it enraged Faith. It was true also that Angel was now one of her dearest friends, but that didn't mean she wasn't jealous of him still.
With her lips attached firmly to the blonde's neck, and hands gently tickling her back with gentle scratches, Faith was eliciting the most delicious reactions from Buffy. She was mewling and purring, arching her back against the cold metal pillar. She ran her hands through the brunette's dark tresses, gently gathering handfuls of the dark velvet and took in slow shaky breaths. Faith could feel her arousal growing with each gentle sound and every gasped breath. Taking her lips away for a moment to admire her work, she smiled at the red mark covering the once pale scar.
"Don't stop!" Buffy pleaded, eyes closed, and hands still running in the brunette's hair. Faith smiled and ran her hands up the blonde's back once again. Hands searching for the blonde's bra strap, it took her a few seconds to realize the older woman hadn't been wearing one. This realization made Faith's mind freeze for a moment. Pulling away further to get a better view of her new prize, her eyes opened in surprise. Well then, she thought, definitely worth the wait! Smirking, the younger girl leaned down and took a hardened nipple between her teeth and sucked on it gently. A high-pitched squeal was emitted from the blonde, and Faith smiled around the hardened nub between her lips.
Grasping her tightly again Faith guided them towards the bed in the corner. As she gently placed the blonde upon it, she never stopped her gently sucking. As the younger felt her shirt being listed off of her back she couldn't help but moan. The very idea that she was doing this, with Buffy, the temptress and tease of her eye, made her shudder with anticipation. As soon as the fabric passed over her head and she reached down to resume her ministrations, she suddenly felt Buffy's hand on either side of her face. Pulling Faith up to her, the blonde planted a solid, slow, and passionate kiss on the deep red lips of her counter-part. Both pulled away panting, resting their foreheads together.
"Let me get your pants." Faith breathed out, her warm breath mingling between their heated faces before she scooted down to undo the snap on the other girl's pants. As she pulled the zipper down slowly, she watched as Buffy arched off the bet, listing that cute behind she'd admired only hours ago, so she could pull the tight leather down her legs. Smiling, genuinely smiling, Faith pulled them all the way down to the blonde's ankles . . . before she realized the other still had she shoes on. Letting out a short and embarrassed chuckle, Faith started trying to untie the odd straps off the older woman's shoes. The laugh catching Buffy attention, she looked up to see what was funny. Seeing Faith have trouble with her shoes she laughed too.
"Here, let me help you . . ." reaching down she quickly pulled the shoes off, and kicked the pants off after. Catching Faith's eyes before she looked away, smiling self-consciously, Buffy smiled. "Faith." Buffy stated simply, in a quiet whisper. Placing a palm on either cheek, she forced the brunette to look at her again. Closing her eyes, Buffy kissed the brunette's nose, then her lips, then her chin, down to her neck as her pulled her back up the bed. Reaching around her back, the blonde undid the clasp on the black-silk bra and languidly slipped it down the soft olive shoulders. Kissing along the girl's collar bone, to the now bare shoulders, the blonde purred, and Faith was captivated. So beautiful, she thought, I had no idea how beautiful . . .
"Please, don't stop." The blonde whispered. Faith didn't need any more encouragement than that. Looping her thumbs into the elastic of the blonde's panties, she quickly slipped them off and tossed them over the side of her bed. Smirking at the small shiver she felt run through her fellow slayer at the action, Faith couldn't help the feeling of power that passed through her. Wrapping an arm around the small of her back and gently touching her face with the other Faith watched as Buffy's breathing became labored and quick.
"B, look at me . . ." No response, just trembling knees beneath her. "Buffy, please, I want to see your eyes . . . I want you to see me." At that they slowly opened, and Faith could see they were collecting with tears. Realizing that the older woman was slightly scared, Faith kissed her slowly. Slowly, gently, carefully and meticulously, Faith felt her partner clam and regain her confidence. "I'll be gentle . . . I Promise." The blonde simply nodded, closing her eyes and willing her tears back. Quickly disposing of her own pants, Faith kissed that small little button nose, then the cheeks, then her closed eyes.
"Buffy . . ." was all Faith could think so say as her eyes caught the soft, pink lips of the other girl. Leaning down she kissed those lips, unable to look at them for any longer without claiming them as her own. She felt Buffy gasp and shudder beneath her, but she knew what to do. Reaching down, she ran a hand gently up her side, warming the exposed skin, tickling her ribs. It was slow, comforting, and got the blonde's breathing into a calmer rhythm. Gently slipping a leg between Buffy's, Faith ran her hand down the blonde's stomach, circling her belly-button with her index finger, and then down into the valley between her hips. Letting the pad of her thumb smooth out the line that her low-rise leathers left behind, Faith slowly let her hand drift lower between their bodies down to the blonde's soaked core.
"Oh!" Came Buffy's panted exclamation as Faith slowly entered her. She was slow, trying to be as gentle as possible, and yet Buffy had her eyes pinched shut as though it was hurting her. Kissing her forehead lightly, whispering to her quietly, Buffy nodded. Faith never stopped, adding the pressure of her leg behind her hand as well. Buffy moaned profoundly, and thrashed her head from side to side. Leaning down, the brunette kissed her deeply. "Faith? Faith?" Buffy called out, almost as if she were afraid that the girl wouldn't be there is she opened her eyes. Her grip on the brunette's arm tightened, then loosened, then back again, fluctuating by the second.
"I'm right here Buffy." She whispered to her, running her thumb over the blonde's clit, "I'm right here. Open you eyes, Baby, I'm right here." She said kissing her cheeks, nose, and eyelids all the while. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Buffy's eyes opened; meeting the flushed and heated face of her Sister-Slayer. Speeding up at the light she saw shining in the blonde's eyes, Faith smiled and kissed the older woman passionately, running her tongue across those puffed and pouted lips connected to her own. As the younger girl sped her pace Buffy's voice grew ever louder and high in pitch.
Faith gripped the blonde's leg between her own and placed her own clit against the True Slayer's hipbone. As the blonde bucked with pleasure, her own grew. As she watched the beauty beneath her moan and writhe in passion, she couldn't help the feeling that came over her. Need. All consuming, all encompassing; Primal. Need to please Buffy, need to please her self, but more than that. More than pleasure and passion and release. To connect, to feel the boundaries of their bodies fade and slip away until they slid into each other and became the single entity that the universe had meant them to be. Slayer; One, and Only. The way things should have been years ago.
"FAITH!" Buffy cried out, voice tired and desperate. Her body gave one final heave; back arching completely off the bed, toes curling, fingernails gripping the flesh of the brunette's forearm. But Faith didn't feel it. She was too caught up in her own release, brought upon her with the knowledge that could give it to Buffy. That, and fact that their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle; made to come together. As she continued her gentle strokes, drawing out her lover's passion, Faith panted. 'Buffy . . . Buffy . . . Buffy . . .' repeatedly. The only noise that passed her cherry-red lips as she found her own satisfaction, moaned in a whisper and mumbled into the silken blonde tresses gather at the neck her face was buried in.
Both exhausted, both completely and totally exhausted, their bodies flopped and became limp as rag-dolls. Al traces of Slayer-strength gone, all stamina and resistance and endurance talked about in reverence through the history of Chosen Ones vanished like a puff of smoke in the wind. The last thought running through faith's head as she quickly fell into unconsciousness was 'Only a Slayer . . .'
Many hours later, in the pre-twilight hours of the morning, Buffy awoke. Blinking her eyes a few times, she tried to collect her bearings. Her sleep addled brain determined that this was indeed a place she knew, and it was - in fact - Faith's apartment. But what am I doing here, she wondered. Blinking her now focused eyes; she realized what had woken her up. She had to pee. Reaching to pull back the covers and find the bathroom, she realized a few things. She was naked, she was in Faith's bed, and said Slayer was laying atop her with a knee in her crotch. Well, she thought as she tried to work through the shock her brain was now it, I guess that explains the need to use the restroom so badly. Pulling back the covers, she watched as Faith flinched from the cool draft and rolled over in her sleep, seeking refuge in the section of bed still sheeted.
Stepping onto the cold floor, Buffy looked around. Her clothes were strune about mixed along with Faith's. On the desk chair, however, was a bathrobe. Quickly slipping it on, she silently paddled to the toilet. As she washed her hands after relieving herself, she looked into the mirror. Her hair was a bit of a mess, her cheeks were flushed, but she noticed something. She was smiling. She hadn't even noticed that she had been. It usually took a lot of effort to make her smile, and here had been grinning all the while without even knowing it. She also noticed that it grew with that realization. Drying her hands and flicking of the bathroom light, Buffy leaned on the doorway, gazing at Faith as she slept curled in her bed.
Wow, this has been some night, Buffy thought to herself. Thinking back to the past event of the evening, she couldn't help but blush. The dancing, the drinking, the kissing, and then the . . . well, Buffy didn't know what she'd call it. Incredible is a word that comes to mind, the older woman thought back to their sexual endeavor. Buffy's never been with a woman before, and to be honest she was glad that it was Faith who'd been the one. Chuckling at that last thought, Buffy walked back over to the bed where the brunette lay snuggled under the sheets. She gently ran the backs of her fingers along the soft cheeks. She barely even stirred as the blonde observed her, and ran her hand through her hair.
Catching the time illuminated on the clock on her counter-part's night stand which ready 5:13, Buffy couldn't help but worry. What would tomorrow bring, she wondered, will she remember? Will she regret it, will she be angry, will she tell the Scoobies? All the ideas and worried ran around in circles within the blonde's skull, until another object on the nightstand caught her attention. It was a photograph, one that had been taken on the first open day of Academy di Academia. The entire gang was there.
All the potentials that were new to the program stood on the higher stairs in the back, the ones that had survived Sunnydale on the next step down, in front of them stood Dawn, Xander, Wood, Andrew, with Giles and Willow on either end to show their positions of importance. In front of them still was the entire Fang-Gang, who'd flown out for the opening. Even Angel was in it, an umbrella held above his smiling self. They'd had to use digital so that he's show up. This was the picture that hung in the entryway in the school, one that would be remembered as the First Class. But that wasn't what caught Buffy's eye. Now, it was the two people standing front and center of the frame. A short blonde girl and a leather clad brunette beauty with her arm thrown across her partner's shoulders. Buffy and Faith, holding up a little paper sign that read 'Chosen'.
Buffy couldn't help but smile at the sight of this. She'd had a copy too; it was framed and hanging in her room back at the school. Running her fingers over the smooth surface of the glass, Buffy grinned. Lifting the covers and crawling back under them quickly, she spooned herself around Faith. Reaching down and quickly disposing of the robe once again, she settled in. but just as she rested her head on the brunette's shoulder, and just as she was starting to consider the possibilities of a sunny tomorrow, her eyes caught a new picture. The one tapped to the side of Faith's nightstand. The picture of a smiling Wood.
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(To Be Continued . . .)
(Author's Note: I Know! I'm Sorry! For all you T.a.t.U. fans out there, there is an explanation to the changing of their lyrics of their lovely song (Titled 'Malchik Gay', not 'My Chickie'), if you want to hear it E- Mail me. Squibs thought it was funny, and she's also to blame for it. New Chapter coming ASAP Y'all!)
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= = = (* That's My Girl *) = = =
Buffy jogged out of the shower in an effort to get to her cell-phone before it stopped ringing. Desperately trying to hold her towel on, she held the phone against her shoulder.
"Hello?" She asked breathlessly.
[Hey B.] Faith chuckled, [You out for a jog?] Buffy sighed, though a smile marred her sweet face.
"Not exactly . . ." the blonde drawled, "I hopped out of the shower to get the phone. Even still, when the cell-phone rings, my Slayer-Anti- Apocalypse instincts go off."
[Sorry about setting the Spidey-Senses off,] Faith laughed, [I just called to arrange the Hows-Whens-Wheres of our meeting up tonight.] Buffy chuckled tiredly as she sat down on her bed.
"Well, why don't I just head over and meet you inside?" Buffy asked. Faith started chuckling herself . . . to the point where Buffy took the phone away from her ear to look at it.
[What about dinner?] Faith asked between her laughter.
"What *about* dinner?" Buffy asked back playfully.
[If there isn't food involved in this outing, you're going to have one very cranky Slayer on your hands.] She shot back, still chortling, trying to sound threatening as well. It didn't work. Buffy opened her closet and started looking at her clothes, deep in thought.
"Alright then, dinners on me. We can go to the TarPit, I know you love that place."
[Alright, plans achieved . . . but what about you and me meeting up? Gimme the when and where.]
"How about 30 or 40 minutes, give or take?" Buffy asked, pulling out some clothes and putting them on the bed.
[There might be a small problem with that B . . .]
"Like what?" the blonde asked quickly, just as she heard a knock at her door. "Oh, Faith, hang on for a second okay?" she asked into the receiver, "I'm Coming!" She yelled towards the door.
[Alright B.] Faith laughed. Buffy ran to the door, still holding her towel up, praying it wasn't one of her students.
"Willow, can you give me the print-outs lat- " Buffy stopped as she opened the door, seeing that it was - indeed - not Willow on the other side. "Faith?!" Buffy chuckled. The brunette smirked and simply clicked her cell-phone off as she leaned against the doorframe.
"Faith, what are you doing here?" The blonde laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. She did this partly to look smart, but mostly because the terry-cloth had started to droop.
"Hey, how was I supposed to know that you're so high maintenance?" Faith defended quickly. "I sorta figured you'd be good to go when I just showed up." Buffy blushed as she shot a half-scowl towards the brunette. Waving the girl in, she stepped back.
"Just give me a second to get dressed and do the hair and make-up thing, then we can feed you." Buffy bent down to pick her boots and Faith didn't even pretend not to look at the blonde's cute butt.
Before Faith had even really appreciated the soft curves of the aforementioned back-side, the towel hit the flow and she got a real view. Damn, Faith thought, if only she wasn't wearing those panties! They were black, cotton ones, and they looked damn good against that tanned Californian skin. They're very B, Faith thought amusedly, when it comes to being 'Bad' she can talk the talk, and walk the walk, but she'll never step over the line.
"Are you wet?" the blonde's question completely caught Faith off guard. Shaking her head slightly, she had to take a second in wondering if she'd her Buffy correctly.
"Huh?" Faith asked back, slightly worried that she'd been caught. Standing up and pulling on a halter-top, Buffy glanced at Faith over her shoulder.
"Are you wet? I was just wondering if you'd been caught in the rain . . . I was thinking of wearing my leather pants, but I don't want to ruin them if it's already started to pour." Faith smiled slightly and shook her head.
"I doubt it'll rain for a little while longer. Besides, you're taking a cab back from Mecca, right?" Buffy laughed, and nodded; pulling a pair of tight, low-rise leathers over her legs. The black of the pants off-set the shimmering silver of her top, which Faith noticed was slightly tighter than most of her other shirts. And Faith would know, she paid very close attention to Buffy's shirts. Blushing at that last thought, she stood up and stretched. Buffy walked into her little bathroom and started putting on her make-up, talking to Faith all the while.
"Who's the bouncer tonight?" the blonde asked, putting on her eye-liner.
"Charlie." Faith replied stoically, coming up behind her, and checking her own make-up. "He's a total sucker for cute little girls though. He'll let them in even when their fake IDs are glaringly obvious." Buffy chuckled, and started putting on her lip-gloss. Faith was transfixed for a moment, then remembered how easy she could be caught looking at her in the mirror.
"Hey, as long as he doesn't get caught, and no one gets hurt, then it's okay by me." Buffy quickly brushed out her hair, and Faith simply shook her head. For some reason, she liked watching Buffy make herself up. She knew the blonde didn't need it; she thought the little Slayer looked sexiest just after training when she was slightly mussed and sweaty from sparring.
"Yeah, I guess your right." Faith agreed, looking away and walking back into the next room, followed shortly by Buffy. "Besides, he always calls them cabs when they leave and makes sure they take them. He's a pretty decent guy." Buffy chuckled and grabbed her coat as she headed for the door.
"Don't let Wood hear you talking like that," Buffy laughed, "You know how jealous he gets, especially about you."
"Yeah, yeah yeah," Faith drawled as they made their way out of Buffy's Room and descended from the Staff Housing Floor. "It's starting to cramp my style. Besides, there's a line between Boy-friend and Stalker. Does he know that?" Faith chuckled, and Buffy did too. She knew Faith was only kidding.
"You get used to it." Buffy said reassuringly as they waved down a cab. "Besides, you'll be shocked at how much you'll miss it once it's gone."
Later that night, after they'd finished their dinner, the two girls made their way to the start of the long queue in front of Mecca. The place was getting popular and fast. They'd had a mention in some People-type- magazine and now Mecca was the place to be. Buffy and Faith walked past all the other waiting people; the brunette with a smirk quite reminiscent of her older more Evilly inclined self, and the blonde with her eyes cast down, trying not to smile.
"Hey Chuck!" Faith called, knowing that Charlie hated being called that, but let Faith because he liked her too much. "What's the happening?" she asked as she and Buffy came to stand right next to him. He smiled and gave her a hug.
"Things are nuts!" he said over the noise from the club and the chatting patrons in line. "Pixie's on DJ-Mixing tonight, so there's a great turn- out. Not to mention that Lexy's training the new girl at the bar so things are moving slow over by the drink tables!" Faith laughed and Buffy simply nodded, having no idea who they were talking about. "Is this that girl you're tellin' me about?" he asked, Buffy turned to look at Faith, who blushed, though only for a second.
"Yeah, Chuck, you know B!" Faith said happily, "You're only met her about three times!" She laughed and Buffy shook his hand firmly. He smiled even wider, and looked to Faith again.
"I can see why you like her!" he laughed. Faith nodded, and took the blonde's hand as she dragged her through the door again.
"What have you been saying about me?" Buffy called loudly over the booming music. Faith shook her head and smiled.
"Don't worry, B!" she spoke into the Chosen One's ear. "Nothing that isn't on your Arrest File!" Buffy shoved her playfully and Faith grabbed a small table near the dance floor. Placing their jackets down on the chairs, they looked around. The place was jumping, and they were ready to have some fun.
"Hey B!" Faith yelled slightly, "Why don't you watch the table, I'mma go get us some drinks and find out if they need any extra help tonight!" Just as the brunette started to walk away she felt a hand on her arm. It was Buffy's.
"Faith!" She called, a sad smile on her face, "This was supposed to be our night of careless fun!" she chuckled, "Promise me you won't ditch me unless this place goes into a Code-Red?" Faith laughed and nodded. Shoving Buffy down into one of the seats, Faith made her way over to the Bar. The new girl, Pegzy, was in the shits. People were yelling their orders at her from left and right, and she wasn't getting a single one of them.
"Lexy! You two doing alright?" Faith called, ducking under the bar. The tall woman with a spiked collar and black hair turned to look at her with relief.
"Thank god you're here!" The older woman called, "Help me with these customers!" She pleaded. Faith through her arm around the woman's shoulder, and chuckled.
"You *know* I don't have my liquor license, and on top of that, you *know* that tonight is my night off." Lexy nodded sadly and watched as Pegzy dropped three bottles of beer. The black-haired woman shook her head and sighed angrily. As she turned back to the other customers and started taking their impatient orders, she glanced back at Faith, who was popping bottle-caps off of beers and handing them to the people who's already paid.
"So where's this girl you were telling me about?" Lexy called back over her shoulder. "She's here, isn't she?" Faith nodded, and tapped her shoulder. Lexy leaned against her as she pointed through the crown do where Buffy was sitting, dancing in her seat and scoping the scene. The older woman chuckled and went back to her orders. "I can see why you like her," she said laughingly. Faith simply shook her head, wondering why people always said that.
"Yeah, she's a cutie, that's for sure." Faith laughed and excused herself, heading for the stage. Pixie, and yes that was her real name unfortunately, was mixing it up. Faith said a quick hello and asked how things were going. They talked for all of two minutes, and then Faith saw that Buffy had left the table. Waving and heading back over to where she'd last seen the blonde, Faith looked around. She took in the dance floor near the table, but found no body matching the one she wanted. Slowly, she felt a hand slide over her shoulder.
"What say you and I get out there?" came a familiar voice, purring in her ear. Faith smiled, and placed a hand over the one attached to her. As they made their way out into the mass, Faith started dancing. The brunette always loved to dance, and she was good at it. It was an escape; and it usually ended for the better. It was how she'd first caught the eye of Buffy and the Scooby-Gang. When she'd been down to LA to kill Angel, it allowed her to forget all about Sunnydale and the shit she'd caused there. She'd had a clean slate to dirty up without the blonde's knowledge. Also; Bronzing it before their battle with the first . . . it'd felt good. Even if it was eventually the reason the Mini-Slayers voted her in charge resulting in the deaths of three potentials.
The music was good tonight. Pixie had a talent for good fast beats that people could really get into, and mix them well enough so that there was little to know recognition of where one song stopped and one began. Mecca was very much *not* like the bronze, but it was exactly what Faith wanted; and to have Buffy holding her hand and dancing with her . . . what more could a former convict want? The two slayers danced nearly an hour, and then headed back to their table. After waving down a waitress who also seemed to be new, they ordered their drinks.
"Hey Newby!" Faith called, almost rudely, "Tell Pegzy over at the bar that if she sends a bottle of Jack out to Faith, I won't tell Jim about her breaking the lock into the store-room." Faith smiled as the girl walked off, and turned to Buffy. The blonde seemed a bit surprised, but tried to hide it. "Don't tell me I have to finish off this bottle by myself?" She asked skeptically. Buffy smirked at her through the corner of her eyes and shook her head.
"You know I hate drinking, Faith . . ." Buffy drawled. It was true; Buffy hated drinking . . . but she didn't mind getting drunk. It was how they'd first started bonding way back after the fall of Sunnydale. They'd dropped off all the little girls at the LA County Hospital along with Wood who was placed in intensive care. When the Scoobies had tried to get Buffy to seek Medical attention as well, she'd refused. Although Faith had legitimately freaked when she'd witnessed Buffy get run-through, she offered to patch the blonde up herself. So she did; at the Hyperion, in fact.
Faith had used Fred's Med-Kit to the extent of its abilities, depleting almost everything in it. The brunette had never bothered with medical attention before, excluding the time she was in a coma, so she was completely lost. She did know how to sew though, so she managed to stitch up Buffy pretty well . . . except for the fact that Buffy was constantly hissing because it hurt. To get the blonde to 'shut-up' she'd given her a good dose of Lorne's brandy and also used it to sterilize the wound later when they ran out of Ethyl Alcohol. That's how it started; Buffy in a slight haze asked where Faith'd learned to sew. Chuckling, she said she'd picked it up as a kid for when she had to darn her clothes. She also told the blonde that she'd learned quilt-making in prison as well. From there bonding came pretty easy, even if Buffy was sober.
"Come on!" Faith joked as their order arrived at the table. "Just a bit of 'Ole Tennessee #7 Whiskey, and you'll be set for a night full of non- Slaying Slayer-Fun." The brunette took the two double-shoot glasses and filled until they were nearly over-flowing. Raising the small glass slightly, Faith smiled at her friend, and waited for the blonde to - reluctantly - do the same. "To the last original Chosen One!" Faith saluted, and knocked the drink back, tweaking only slightly. Buffy smirked, and leaned forward a bit.
"To the Chosen Two; together at last." With that she swallowed the whole thing in one gulp and placed it rim-down on the table. Faith's eyes widened, and she poured them both another round. They continued on like this for a while, but they didn't get very drunk. Due to the Slayers' fast metabolism, and their resistance to foreign toxins in their body, it would probably take the entire bottle to get them completely drunk. They toasted almost everything they could think of; Caleb, may he rest in pieces; Giles, and his new head-mastery-ness; even Xander's eye-socket, may it be welcoming and accepting to its new eye.
"Man!" Faith yelled, after watching Buffy take what seemed like her 10th shot, "I thought you said you hated to drink?" Both girls chuckled, starting to get a bit tipsy. Buffy poured them both another shot each, and then she got up.
"Come on, one for the road!" Buffy laughed, knocking back her drink, and then shimmying back onto the dance floor. Faith quickly downed her own, and then tried to catch up with the blonde. Damn, Faith thought, I lost her! She had. The little Slayer had scurried off before the brunette could follow, and now she was lost in that sea of bodies, a drift in the undulating crowd.
After a few minutes and some dancing through the mass of people in order to find her counter-part, her eyes fell on Buffy. She was dancing up a small storm, with several guys dancing nearby. Faith growled under the music, and slowly approached her. Slipping between the male on-lookers, Faith wrapped a slow and smooth hand around the smaller girl's stomach. Glaring at the now slightly confused boys, she hoped that Buffy didn't push her away and make an ass out of her. To her surprise, Buffy reached back and wrapped an arm around her neck.
"There you are." She smiled up at her. Faith smirked at the men, still staring, as they realized their closeness.
"This goes out to two girls I saw walking in," Came Pixie's voice over the speakers, "And who I'm sure will be walking out together . . ." Faith chuckled as she caught the pink-haired-DJ's eye, and held Buffy a little closer.
"Hey B," Faith whispered into the blonde's ear, "Get a load of this song; you'll finally get to hear T.a.t.U. in English." Buffy chuckled and heard the beat of the song change gracefully to something lively and new.
"Hansom,
Tender,
Soft,
Why do you look right through me,
Thinking,
"No",
I can't deny my feelings,
Growing strong,
I try to keep believing,
Dreaming on,
And every time I see you,
I crave more,
I wanna pull you closer
Closer,
Closer,
Closer,
But you leave me feeling frozen,"
As both girls danced, Faith couldn't help but think of the irony in the words. As the blonde's hands stayed looped around her neck, Faith held her by her hips, making them sway together to the music. The on-lookers suddenly dropped away as she watched Buffy close her eyes and sink into the feeling of the brunette's hands guiding her body.
"My Chickie,
My Chickie,
I can be,
All you need,
Won't you please,
Stay with me,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Apologies, might-have-been's,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Can't erase what I feel,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,"
Buffy took one of Faith's hands from around her waist and clasped it in one of her own. Holding them above their heads, she pressed back into the younger woman sensually. She watches Buffy slowly crouched down, and slowly came back up, all the while her firm butt swaying against the Dark Slayer's legs. Faith shuddered, and quickly spun the blonde around, forcing them to come face to face. Faith was breathless and flushed, as was her partner. She saw the hazel eyes flicker down and land on her dark lips, but their dancing never stopped.
"Choking,
Back emotion,
I try to keep on hoping,
For a way;
A reason for us both to,
Come in,
Close,
I long for me to hold you,
Like your boyfriend. does,
And though my dream is,
Slowly Fading,
I wanna be the object,
Object,
Object,
Object,
Of your passion but It's hopeless."
As the music changed slightly, Faiths own eyes flickered to the soft pink petals that made up Buffy's mouth. Licking her lips, the brunette leaned in, and ever so slowly kissed the True Slayer. The dance-floor melted away and all Faith could hear was the music and the thump of Buffy's heart against the hand she had at the blonde's neck to steady the kiss. Time stopped, and it felt as though something mystical was surging between their bodies.
"My Chickie,
My Chickie,
I can be,
All you need,
Won't you please,
Stay with me,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Apologies, might-have-been's,
My Chickie,
My Chickie,
Can't erase what I feel,
My Chickie,
My Chickie"
Breaking away from their heated and sensual kiss, Buffy blinked slowly, and Faith looked both shocked and worried about her actions. Buffy's eyes widened, and she quickly turned to run from the club. She didn't get far. Faith still had a hold on her hand, and quickly spun her back into her arms, wrapping her up in a tight embrace, and kissing her passionately. This time, when they broke away, running was the last think Buffy wanted to do.
As the next song started, Faith was only vaguely aware that it was also a T.a.t.U. song; the familiar lyrics of 'Show Me Love' both driving her and giving her conviction. Leading Buffy to the back hall, kissing all the way, and into the elevator she doubted that the blonde even realized they'd left the club. As the slow moving freighter made its way up to Faith's floor, the brunette pressed the impassioned blonde against the back wall and ravaged that pouting mouth of the True Slayer.
"Faith" Buffy moaned breathlessly, grasping the younger girl to her with disparity. Faith smiled into her kisses, and slipped a hand around to the Buffy's back. As she walked them through the door backwards and fumbling, she tugged blindly at the strings that made up the woman's shirt. Giving a tipsy giggle, Buffy reached down and simply pulled it off, tossing it onto a near-by chair. Faith couldn't help the large smile that came to her face at the blonde's sudden willingness. Grabbing the older woman around the hips she invited her to wrap her legs around her waist. She did, and quiet eagerly.
The brunette pressed her partner's back up against one of the support pillars and began attacking her neck. She remembered, as they danced, the way her bite-mark caught the dim light of the club. It called to her, mocking her; undeniable evidence that at some time she'd belonged to another. True, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and in fact it actually was for Buffy, but it enraged Faith. It was true also that Angel was now one of her dearest friends, but that didn't mean she wasn't jealous of him still.
With her lips attached firmly to the blonde's neck, and hands gently tickling her back with gentle scratches, Faith was eliciting the most delicious reactions from Buffy. She was mewling and purring, arching her back against the cold metal pillar. She ran her hands through the brunette's dark tresses, gently gathering handfuls of the dark velvet and took in slow shaky breaths. Faith could feel her arousal growing with each gentle sound and every gasped breath. Taking her lips away for a moment to admire her work, she smiled at the red mark covering the once pale scar.
"Don't stop!" Buffy pleaded, eyes closed, and hands still running in the brunette's hair. Faith smiled and ran her hands up the blonde's back once again. Hands searching for the blonde's bra strap, it took her a few seconds to realize the older woman hadn't been wearing one. This realization made Faith's mind freeze for a moment. Pulling away further to get a better view of her new prize, her eyes opened in surprise. Well then, she thought, definitely worth the wait! Smirking, the younger girl leaned down and took a hardened nipple between her teeth and sucked on it gently. A high-pitched squeal was emitted from the blonde, and Faith smiled around the hardened nub between her lips.
Grasping her tightly again Faith guided them towards the bed in the corner. As she gently placed the blonde upon it, she never stopped her gently sucking. As the younger felt her shirt being listed off of her back she couldn't help but moan. The very idea that she was doing this, with Buffy, the temptress and tease of her eye, made her shudder with anticipation. As soon as the fabric passed over her head and she reached down to resume her ministrations, she suddenly felt Buffy's hand on either side of her face. Pulling Faith up to her, the blonde planted a solid, slow, and passionate kiss on the deep red lips of her counter-part. Both pulled away panting, resting their foreheads together.
"Let me get your pants." Faith breathed out, her warm breath mingling between their heated faces before she scooted down to undo the snap on the other girl's pants. As she pulled the zipper down slowly, she watched as Buffy arched off the bet, listing that cute behind she'd admired only hours ago, so she could pull the tight leather down her legs. Smiling, genuinely smiling, Faith pulled them all the way down to the blonde's ankles . . . before she realized the other still had she shoes on. Letting out a short and embarrassed chuckle, Faith started trying to untie the odd straps off the older woman's shoes. The laugh catching Buffy attention, she looked up to see what was funny. Seeing Faith have trouble with her shoes she laughed too.
"Here, let me help you . . ." reaching down she quickly pulled the shoes off, and kicked the pants off after. Catching Faith's eyes before she looked away, smiling self-consciously, Buffy smiled. "Faith." Buffy stated simply, in a quiet whisper. Placing a palm on either cheek, she forced the brunette to look at her again. Closing her eyes, Buffy kissed the brunette's nose, then her lips, then her chin, down to her neck as her pulled her back up the bed. Reaching around her back, the blonde undid the clasp on the black-silk bra and languidly slipped it down the soft olive shoulders. Kissing along the girl's collar bone, to the now bare shoulders, the blonde purred, and Faith was captivated. So beautiful, she thought, I had no idea how beautiful . . .
"Please, don't stop." The blonde whispered. Faith didn't need any more encouragement than that. Looping her thumbs into the elastic of the blonde's panties, she quickly slipped them off and tossed them over the side of her bed. Smirking at the small shiver she felt run through her fellow slayer at the action, Faith couldn't help the feeling of power that passed through her. Wrapping an arm around the small of her back and gently touching her face with the other Faith watched as Buffy's breathing became labored and quick.
"B, look at me . . ." No response, just trembling knees beneath her. "Buffy, please, I want to see your eyes . . . I want you to see me." At that they slowly opened, and Faith could see they were collecting with tears. Realizing that the older woman was slightly scared, Faith kissed her slowly. Slowly, gently, carefully and meticulously, Faith felt her partner clam and regain her confidence. "I'll be gentle . . . I Promise." The blonde simply nodded, closing her eyes and willing her tears back. Quickly disposing of her own pants, Faith kissed that small little button nose, then the cheeks, then her closed eyes.
"Buffy . . ." was all Faith could think so say as her eyes caught the soft, pink lips of the other girl. Leaning down she kissed those lips, unable to look at them for any longer without claiming them as her own. She felt Buffy gasp and shudder beneath her, but she knew what to do. Reaching down, she ran a hand gently up her side, warming the exposed skin, tickling her ribs. It was slow, comforting, and got the blonde's breathing into a calmer rhythm. Gently slipping a leg between Buffy's, Faith ran her hand down the blonde's stomach, circling her belly-button with her index finger, and then down into the valley between her hips. Letting the pad of her thumb smooth out the line that her low-rise leathers left behind, Faith slowly let her hand drift lower between their bodies down to the blonde's soaked core.
"Oh!" Came Buffy's panted exclamation as Faith slowly entered her. She was slow, trying to be as gentle as possible, and yet Buffy had her eyes pinched shut as though it was hurting her. Kissing her forehead lightly, whispering to her quietly, Buffy nodded. Faith never stopped, adding the pressure of her leg behind her hand as well. Buffy moaned profoundly, and thrashed her head from side to side. Leaning down, the brunette kissed her deeply. "Faith? Faith?" Buffy called out, almost as if she were afraid that the girl wouldn't be there is she opened her eyes. Her grip on the brunette's arm tightened, then loosened, then back again, fluctuating by the second.
"I'm right here Buffy." She whispered to her, running her thumb over the blonde's clit, "I'm right here. Open you eyes, Baby, I'm right here." She said kissing her cheeks, nose, and eyelids all the while. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Buffy's eyes opened; meeting the flushed and heated face of her Sister-Slayer. Speeding up at the light she saw shining in the blonde's eyes, Faith smiled and kissed the older woman passionately, running her tongue across those puffed and pouted lips connected to her own. As the younger girl sped her pace Buffy's voice grew ever louder and high in pitch.
Faith gripped the blonde's leg between her own and placed her own clit against the True Slayer's hipbone. As the blonde bucked with pleasure, her own grew. As she watched the beauty beneath her moan and writhe in passion, she couldn't help the feeling that came over her. Need. All consuming, all encompassing; Primal. Need to please Buffy, need to please her self, but more than that. More than pleasure and passion and release. To connect, to feel the boundaries of their bodies fade and slip away until they slid into each other and became the single entity that the universe had meant them to be. Slayer; One, and Only. The way things should have been years ago.
"FAITH!" Buffy cried out, voice tired and desperate. Her body gave one final heave; back arching completely off the bed, toes curling, fingernails gripping the flesh of the brunette's forearm. But Faith didn't feel it. She was too caught up in her own release, brought upon her with the knowledge that could give it to Buffy. That, and fact that their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle; made to come together. As she continued her gentle strokes, drawing out her lover's passion, Faith panted. 'Buffy . . . Buffy . . . Buffy . . .' repeatedly. The only noise that passed her cherry-red lips as she found her own satisfaction, moaned in a whisper and mumbled into the silken blonde tresses gather at the neck her face was buried in.
Both exhausted, both completely and totally exhausted, their bodies flopped and became limp as rag-dolls. Al traces of Slayer-strength gone, all stamina and resistance and endurance talked about in reverence through the history of Chosen Ones vanished like a puff of smoke in the wind. The last thought running through faith's head as she quickly fell into unconsciousness was 'Only a Slayer . . .'
Many hours later, in the pre-twilight hours of the morning, Buffy awoke. Blinking her eyes a few times, she tried to collect her bearings. Her sleep addled brain determined that this was indeed a place she knew, and it was - in fact - Faith's apartment. But what am I doing here, she wondered. Blinking her now focused eyes; she realized what had woken her up. She had to pee. Reaching to pull back the covers and find the bathroom, she realized a few things. She was naked, she was in Faith's bed, and said Slayer was laying atop her with a knee in her crotch. Well, she thought as she tried to work through the shock her brain was now it, I guess that explains the need to use the restroom so badly. Pulling back the covers, she watched as Faith flinched from the cool draft and rolled over in her sleep, seeking refuge in the section of bed still sheeted.
Stepping onto the cold floor, Buffy looked around. Her clothes were strune about mixed along with Faith's. On the desk chair, however, was a bathrobe. Quickly slipping it on, she silently paddled to the toilet. As she washed her hands after relieving herself, she looked into the mirror. Her hair was a bit of a mess, her cheeks were flushed, but she noticed something. She was smiling. She hadn't even noticed that she had been. It usually took a lot of effort to make her smile, and here had been grinning all the while without even knowing it. She also noticed that it grew with that realization. Drying her hands and flicking of the bathroom light, Buffy leaned on the doorway, gazing at Faith as she slept curled in her bed.
Wow, this has been some night, Buffy thought to herself. Thinking back to the past event of the evening, she couldn't help but blush. The dancing, the drinking, the kissing, and then the . . . well, Buffy didn't know what she'd call it. Incredible is a word that comes to mind, the older woman thought back to their sexual endeavor. Buffy's never been with a woman before, and to be honest she was glad that it was Faith who'd been the one. Chuckling at that last thought, Buffy walked back over to the bed where the brunette lay snuggled under the sheets. She gently ran the backs of her fingers along the soft cheeks. She barely even stirred as the blonde observed her, and ran her hand through her hair.
Catching the time illuminated on the clock on her counter-part's night stand which ready 5:13, Buffy couldn't help but worry. What would tomorrow bring, she wondered, will she remember? Will she regret it, will she be angry, will she tell the Scoobies? All the ideas and worried ran around in circles within the blonde's skull, until another object on the nightstand caught her attention. It was a photograph, one that had been taken on the first open day of Academy di Academia. The entire gang was there.
All the potentials that were new to the program stood on the higher stairs in the back, the ones that had survived Sunnydale on the next step down, in front of them stood Dawn, Xander, Wood, Andrew, with Giles and Willow on either end to show their positions of importance. In front of them still was the entire Fang-Gang, who'd flown out for the opening. Even Angel was in it, an umbrella held above his smiling self. They'd had to use digital so that he's show up. This was the picture that hung in the entryway in the school, one that would be remembered as the First Class. But that wasn't what caught Buffy's eye. Now, it was the two people standing front and center of the frame. A short blonde girl and a leather clad brunette beauty with her arm thrown across her partner's shoulders. Buffy and Faith, holding up a little paper sign that read 'Chosen'.
Buffy couldn't help but smile at the sight of this. She'd had a copy too; it was framed and hanging in her room back at the school. Running her fingers over the smooth surface of the glass, Buffy grinned. Lifting the covers and crawling back under them quickly, she spooned herself around Faith. Reaching down and quickly disposing of the robe once again, she settled in. but just as she rested her head on the brunette's shoulder, and just as she was starting to consider the possibilities of a sunny tomorrow, her eyes caught a new picture. The one tapped to the side of Faith's nightstand. The picture of a smiling Wood.
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(To Be Continued . . .)
(Author's Note: I Know! I'm Sorry! For all you T.a.t.U. fans out there, there is an explanation to the changing of their lyrics of their lovely song (Titled 'Malchik Gay', not 'My Chickie'), if you want to hear it E- Mail me. Squibs thought it was funny, and she's also to blame for it. New Chapter coming ASAP Y'all!)
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