A/N: Awkward... anyone else *not* getting notifications from this site, or is that just me? o.O Thought I didn't have any reviews for last chapter since they never got emailed and I come on here and I have six. Hm. Anyway, this chapter includes adult material. Skip if you don't prefer that type of thing.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Soft touches and feather light kisses littered her body as she arched her back and pressed into the feeling; diving into it, needing to be completely devoured by it. There's breathless words and the heat of skin connecting with skin. Need. Lust. Desire. Raw and untamed, but so passionate and so patient that it opens up and swallows Faith whole. She's gasping out Buffy's name as she digs her nails into her back, feeling so on the brink of screaming but not able to say a word. It's like it surrounded her, sucking her in and spitting her back out and god she knows she'll never get tired of this.
"Faith…"
But Faith doesn't want her to talk. She covers her mouth with hers and feels her melt into it. A moan, a scream, a cry to fuckin' God and she's so damn high she feels like she's flying. It's all about feeling; touching and being touched, feeling every part of Buffy because she can. And not just physically, it goes so much deeper than that and she knows that this woman owns part of her soul.
"FAITH!"
There're hands on her; shaking her. Suddenly the edges start to fade and the world around her begins to disappear as she's pulled into another, Buffy's voice echoing in the back of her mind, "Faith! Wake up!"
"Wha—?" Faith mumbles, being brought back to reality. She squints as she opens her eyes, but finds this world too damn bright, so she closes them again. "Leave me alone, was havin' a dream…" she mumbles, trying to roll over, but Buffy just shakes her again. Faith growls in aggravation.
"I know what you were having," Buffy says, and there's this funny tone in her voice which definitely wakes Faith up a whole lot more. She opens her eyes to look at her, trying to adjust to the brightness. Buffy's pink as she motions to the covers, this look of embarrassment on her face. "Faith… I uh. I think your hand… I think it's in your…."
"What?" Faith asks, then suddenly she's very aware that she's touching herself. She rips her hand away from herself fast, the mortification of the situation laying claim. Fuck. Way to go Faith. Spend one night with Buffy and you're diddling yourself in her bed. She can do nothing but groan and pulls the covers over her head. Yeah, she's not opposed to just dying in here right now.
It's not like she's embarrassed when it comes to sex. But there's just something about screwing yourself in the love of your life's bed when you haven't even gotten to any kind of stage close to that yet.
Yeah, just fuckin' kill her.
There's silence for a long time, both of them too embarrassed to talk. Finally though, Buffy feels like she needs to say something about it apparently, because she opens with, "Do you… uh. Do you need to relieve some… tension?"
Someone shoot her in the face, please.
"Probably," Faith mumbles under the covers, even though she knew that probably was really a hell yes she does. Her groin was aching from being interrupted, and Buffy wasn't helping. Not that she was being sexy or anything, but it's gotten to the point that just being around Buffy doesn't help in the not getting turned on area.
"Well. Um. You can… you can use my shower, if you need to," Buffy says, the embarrassment clear in her voice. But she was trying to be mature about this, which Faith had to give her points for. "You can… finish. And then maybe we can go get some breakfast?"
That makes Faith take the covers off of her head, staring at her incredulously, "Are you saying you want me to masturbate in your shower?"
Buffy flushed a deep crimson. "God, Faith! You didn't have to say it and make it all out there like that. And I didn't say want, I said… you know… if you need too…" she was turning all kinds of shades of red now. Multi-colored Buffy.
But that just makes Faith smirk a little as she hops out of bed, "Thanks, B. Think I'll take you up on your offer." Well, the awkward embarrassment was gone now. Maybe she just needed to wake up fully for it to actually kick in. Buffy's clearly isn't though, because the redness of her face doesn't seem to be subsiding. But Faith doesn't linger, she's in the bathroom, shutting the door, and discarding her clothes faster than she can say five by five.
The water's on in a rush and she steps in the shower quickly, feeling the pull to release her tension. The hot spray beats against her skin rhythmically and she leans against the wall, closing her eyes. Fuck, that was some dream. She pictures what parts she can remember in her mind, and as her hand slips over her wet clit that has nothing to do with the water from the shower, she moans softly, trying to hold onto her fantasy.
Part of her is worried that she moaned Buffy's name in her sleep while she was doing herself, but another part of her finds the sexy in that somehow. Buffy all flustered, watching her get herself off for a minute before her brain clicks and she realizes that she should probably stop it. She wonders how long she let her do it, what she was thinking about, how it made her feel. Did it freak her out or turn her on? Maybe a little of both.
Faith applies more pressure and lets out a shuddered breath, the steam from the shower mixing with her sexual haze so that she can almost taste it in the moisture of the air. Tight, perfectly executed circles from years of practice makes her brain foggy and all she can think about is the alley, Buffy pressed tight against her as she completely fuckin' devours her sanity. She can almost feel Buffy's breath on her lips and her feather light touches on her skin and she lifts up her leg, propping it on the edge of the tub as her fingers delve deeper, slipping inside of herself with ease.
Faith can't stop the low moan that escapes her lips, but it wasn't from the feeling. At least, not that feeling. It was a feeling of a whole different nature; the connection. She can feel it's pull, drawing her in as she feels Buffy on the other side of the bathroom door, her curiosity clearly getting the best of her. But Faith doesn't quiet herself, doesn't stop. It just revs her up more, starts up the engine and begins to take her on one hell of a ride. She's panting hard, the coolness of the tile behind her mixing with the heat of her skin and she moans loud, hard, rough, as she slams her head back against the wall.
"Fuck," she gasps, feeling the heat flowing through the connection they share. Buffy can hear her, she knows it. She can almost feel everything she's feeling, her sudden lust mixed with her own. She's so far away and yet she can hear Buffy's heart speed up, the breath being taken from her as she listens to the sound of Faith's pleasure.
Faith's other hand connects with the wall hard as she gasps, lurching forward as she can feel the burn starting to build in the pit of her abdomen. Her fingers curl inside herself slightly as she works to a more furious rhythm, the whole world blacking out around her except for what she can feel coming from the other slayer, and as her muscles tighten around her fingers and then release, she rides out her wave with, "Buffy!" falling from her lips.
It's over, but so far from it. She turns off the shower and gets out, still not being able to feel anything besides the pull. She doesn't get a towel, doesn't dry herself off, she just walks towards the door, feeling nothing besides what's on the other side of it.
But the pull was not just being felt by Faith, because before she can reach out for the door knob, the wooden obstruction is pulled open, and suddenly Faith's pressed up against the wall as Buffy's kissing her with more passion that Faith's ever felt in her entire life. It cuts right through her entire being and she groans from the contact, her arms wrapping around her to pull her closer.
Buffy's panting against her lips; her lust being fueled by desperate need as she tangles her fingers in Faith's hair, pulling just enough that it drives Faith absolutely crazy. The animal in her begins to emerge and she pushes her backwards, lips locked with her for every second as things come crashing to the floor that were once littered absentmindedly on the sink, before Faith picks her up and places her on it. Her lips find her neck and she bites down with the right amount of pressure that makes Buffy gasp out her name.
"Fuck, Buffy…" Faith moans against the sensitive flesh of her neck as Buffy's hands slide up her stomach and land on her breasts so fast that she can barely have time to think. But it's not about thinking, it's about feeling, and as Faith's lips collide with hers she groans deep against her lips as Buffy's fingertips tease her nipples. They break the kiss for only a second to look deep into each other's eyes, and after Faith see's nothing but need in them, her fingers find the hem of Buffy's shirt and suddenly it's discarded to the floor.
"Oh god," Buffy pants as she closes her eyes, leaning against the wall as Faith's lips fall to her shoulder, down her chest, until she's captured a nipple. Buffy moans and arcs her back into her, her fingernails digging into her back as Faith teases her, in all the best and worst ways. There was nothing else in the world but them in that moment. At least, until…
"Knock knock," comes the cheerful voice of Willow as she opens the bedroom door. Both of their eyes go wide, and Buffy's pushing Faith off of her so hard her back collides with the wall, pain shooting down her spine. But she doesn't have time to dwell on it, because Buffy has thrown her a towel and is trying to find her shirt before Willow walks into the bathroom and witnesses something neither one of them think they want witnesses to.
"Buffy? Hey, I just wanted to check if you were…" Willow says as she comes into view of the bathroom, stopping dead at the sight before her. "…Okay," she finishes.
"I was changing, and there was this bang, and Faith fell, in the shower, you know how slippery it can be, and so I was helping her get up," Buffy lets out all in a rush as she clutches the shirt to her chest, since she didn't have time to put it on. Faith grips the towel around her, and already knows Willow isn't going to fall for that. They were breathless, a bit disheveled, and Buffy's lie? Kinda sucked.
"Uh huh…" Willow says slowly, eyeing the two of them carefully. She shrugs a little, almost like she was both sheepish and yet confident in what she knew. "Didn't ask," she says pointedly, and Buffy flushes. Yeah, she kind of sucks at this whole lying thing.
"No, I know, I just know how this can look and I…" but she stops herself, sighing, giving up. She knew it was pointless. "What was it you wanted?" she asks, dejected a bit by her lack of evasion skills.
"I was just checking to see if you were okay. Heard there was a big 'grr' fest last night and that you got a little hurt. But… but I see you're fine. So. I'm just gonna…" she points to the door, and Buffy just groans, putting her head in her heads. Willow takes that as her cue to leave, and all that's left is just Faith and Buffy, and a whole mess of awkward.
"Think I'm gonna get dressed…" Faith says, feeling like their little moment is over and it's probably the best idea. Buffy doesn't say anything, she's still knee deep in her embarrassment, so Faith leaves her in the bathroom as she goes hunting for her clothes. She finds them on the floor, in some heap, though she could have sworn she at least folded the things. But it didn't matter. She dresses herself quickly, and just as she zips up her jeans; Buffy makes her way back into the bedroom.
They just look at each other for a good five minutes.
"Okay…" Buffy says finally, blinking a bit. "That was… that was that, and I, uh, um. We… uh. Okay." She stutters a little as she makes her way over to Faith, taking her hand and pulling her down to sit next to her on the bed as if she's in some sort of trance. Faith doesn't say anything, doesn't feel like she's got much of a place to anyway. So she just waits for Buffy to collect her thoughts.
"That was fast," Buffy tells her quietly. "That was… that was all kinds of fast. Too fast."
"Little bit," Faith murmurs in agreement. It wasn't like she was against the whole second base thing, or was that third? She can never keep track. But for what Buffy wanted, for what she needed? That was too fast. Faith's starting to feel a little guilty. Alright, shit, a lot, and Buffy can feel it.
"It's not your fault," Buffy says quickly, trying to make sure she understands that. "It… it was mine. With the whole suggestion of the shower and then…" she trails off, her embarrassment back.
"Eavesdropping?" Faith suggests lightly.
"Yeah. That. That was definitely my fault," Buffy says quietly. She looks down at their intertwined hands, and for a second Faith thinks she's going to let go, but she doesn't.
"Wasn't all your fault," Faith admits. "Kinda put on a show…"
"Yes, yes you did," Buffy agrees, tilting her head to the side like she's trying to process that and then file it away under 'not for use'. She takes a breath and looks at her though. "Look, time, patience… they're still there. They're very much still there but I think it's kind of stupid if I keep pretending I don't… feel things. For you. Because hi, think we're sort of in between the realm of 'duh' and 'obvious' right now. And if I just drag it out we'll probably end up fighting and I really can't handle anymore angst and drama right now."
"…You askin' to be my girl, B?" Faith questions, every ounce of surprise she has about that showing in her voice. It's only been two days. Two damn days and… already? Things were moving much faster than she ever expected, but now that the connection between them runs so deep, it wasn't that hard to grasp.
Buffy's cheeks turn rosy and she shrugs a little. "I don't know. Maybe. I know commitment is something you're not known for, and I don't know how long it'll be till you can get me…" she chooses her words carefully, "…the way you want me. But. Yeah. I guess. I think I am. I mean I know I am. I am," she finishes, her rosy hue turning deeper.
But no matter how awkward that just was for Buffy, Faith was in fuckin' Disney Land. Her smile reaches from ear to ear and suddenly Buffy's swept up in a kiss that makes both their heads spin and the world dissolve. As they break, Faith whispers against her lips, "You should know by now that I've always been yours…"
"Yeah, well, you know me and the slow," Buffy says softly, but she smiles, her head tilting up to place a lingering kiss on Faith's lips. She purses her lips together a bit after she pulls away, and her eyes flicker up to meet hers. "So… breakfast?"
"Breakfast sounds good, I could eat a horse."
"Faith, you could eat a whole farm," Buffy responds with a laugh. She squeezes Faith's hand a bit and then looks down, chewing on her bottom lip a little. Faith just watches her, knowing she's trying to put whatever she's thinking into words. Her thumb brushes over the back of her hand and she takes a breath before looking up at her. "This is faster than I wanted to go," she tells her softly, honestly. "I'm terrified of another relationship, but I'm also terrified that if I take too long that you won't be around when I'm ready."
"Do you wanna… take it back a few steps then?" Faith asks, even though she hates the words coming out of her mouth since Buffy has been her girlfriend for maybe all of five minutes.
"No," Buffy says, giving her a small smile. "No, I can deal with this. I can. Just… don't hurt me, Faith…" Her voice breaks a little and she looks so vulnerable that Faith wants to make sure she never looks that way again.
"Hey," Faith says quietly, cupping her hand lightly with her cheek. "B, just think about it for a second. It's me, okay? The get some, get gone girl. The girl that ain't ever cared for a second who's anyone's name was that I was doing that night. But you? Buffy, I…" she chickens out though, not able to say the words to her face, "I have feelings for you. I've felt things for you for years now and yeah I'm probably gonna suck at this whole girlfriend deal, but you're the only person I ever want to do it with."
Buffy smiles a little. "You don't suck at it," she tells her. "You're actually doing really… really well… " she leans up and her lips linger on Faith's for a second, making her taste a mix of Buffy and cherry lip gloss. "You're actually very sweet," Buffy whispers against her lips.
"Don't tell anyone," Faith says, a smirk lingers on her lips.
"Oh don't worry," Buffy says, her thumb stroking Faith's cheek lightly. "That secret is all mine."
TBC…