Slayer & Wiccan Redemption x2 by Vree

Faith was lying on her bunk; however, unlike all the other days for the last three years, she wore the clothes she had arrived in. She opened the letter that had arrived for her the day before.

I will meet you outside the prison on your release. I am looking forward to seeing you. When you're done reading this put the paper up to your lips for a magic surprise. See you soon.

She put the paper to her lips to feel the magical kiss again. It was such a change from the first letter she'd received.


Dear heinous bitch-

Buffy just got back with the good news about your sentence. I hope that some big woman named Bertha holds a knife to your throat so you know what it feels like. Well, off to the "Faith's in Jail" party. Here's hoping you never get out.


Faith didn't know what made her do it, but she had written back apologizing for holding Willow at knifepoint and making her and the other Scooby gang members miserable. She hadn't expected to get a letter back but she had.


Do you really think a few paltry "I'm sorries" from someone a worthless and skanky as you is going to make a difference? Who do you think you are?


So Faith wrote her back and told her. She told her the things she had been learning from her counseling sessions and the anger management classes. For every letter she wrote she got another back from Willow. Each one less and less angry and hateful. Until finally:


I admire the strides you've made in changing yourself. You have proven yourself a far stronger woman than anyone including yourself ever expected. I look back at those first letters I wrote you and find myself ashamed at how cruel I was. I would like to extend to you an offer of friendship. I would love for us to become true friends as I think that we have more in common than either of us expected.



Don't feel ashamed of your early letters. They served a couple of purposes. One, they kept me from feeling alone and prevented me from becoming like so many others in this place. Secondly by having to write my feelings and the changes in myself, I was more aware of who I am and my own self-worth. I have always wanted to be your friend even if I had had a screwed-up way of showing it. You are truly the finest of the Scoobies and I would love to be your friend. Both now and when I (hopefully) get out after my parole hearing in a couple of years.


From then on they became best friends. Willow told Faith of her frustrations with Buffy's behavior during the whole Adam fiasco. She told of her feelings for Tara and how their relationship had developed. Faith wept when she heard of Buffy's leap into the Abyss and then rejoiced when Willow brought her back. She read of Willow's growing use of magic and while enjoying the newer, more powerful person her friend had become, she was developing qualms about how much dark magic she was using. She wrote innumerable letters to Willow expressing these concerns. She talked about how seductive the dark side was and how Willow had to be careful and stick to the white magic that had given her her powers in the first place. In the midst of these letters were ones full of jokes and raunchy tidbits that made them snicker. They discussed their histories, with Faith talking about her mother's boyfriends and Willow talking about being a wallflower with absentee parents. They discussed everything they could think of from politics and books to favorite sexual positions (after Faith admitted to preferring girls). Then Faith took the biggest risk in their friendship.


I need to tell you something and I will understand if you hate me. I never told you why it was that I held you at knifepoint. I didn't need to but in my fucked-up little head it was the only way I had left that I could be close to you. I know what you're thinking-- "huh?" I can even see that adorable furrow your forehead makes when you are perplexed. That's right, all I have ever wanted was to be close to you. However it wasn't meant to be. You perceived me as a threat to your friendship with Buffy, and romantically you had Oz. Hell, I even fucked Xander because I thought it would make me feel closer to you. Well, that and I was wicked horny. There, made you laugh. Anyway over the last few months as we've grown closer my feelings for you have only grown, till I'm about ready to pop. I realize you have Tara and are very happy. I just needed to finally tell you that I am in love with you. You are the woman I dream of every night and wake up thinking of every morning. I will understand if you hate me and no longer wish to be friends. But even if you don't return my feelings I hope our friendship will stay intact.


She heard nothing back. For weeks there were no letters. Nothing. Finally she received a letter that for the first time made her consider breaking out.


Tara is dead. I had to write that first before I break down again. A stray bullet killed her when Warren (the robot guy) tried to kill Buffy. I haven't been well. I finally understand what you and the others meant about the dark side. Oh, Faith, I killed him. I tortured him and then I killed him. I went after the other two but Buffy and Giles stopped me. I was in so much pain I tried to end the world and was stopped by Xander. I hurt him. I hurt my best friend since kindergarten. The doctors say the scars won't be very visible but I will always see them. All he said was that he loved me and I hurt him. Every time he said it I cut him again. How can they forgive me like this? How will I ever be able to forgive myself? I'm not ignoring your letter and I don't hate you, but I just can't deal right now. I hope you understand.

Your Red

That night Faith picked up the phone for the first time in two years and dialed a number she knew by heart.

"Hello," said a voice she knew had to be Dawn's.

"Is Red, I mean Willow, there?"

"Sure, one moment." Faith heard the phone clatter down and Dawn bellow, "Willow, phone...Some woman who calls you Red."

Faith heard another line pick up and Willow's tear-roughened voice. "'K, Dawnie, you can hang up now." The phone clattered as Dawn hung up.


"Oh GOD, Faith." Willow started to cry, great heart-wrenching sobs.

Faith murmured platitudes and comfort until Willow's weeping calmed down.

"Tell me."

And Willow did. With many pauses for tears she explained about her supposed magic addiction and Tara leaving her and finally getting her back only to have her killed a couple of days later. She explained about the fights with Buffy and Giles and the killing of Warren. Her attempt to end the world. Finally when it seemed that she had no more words left, she admitted that she really wanted to die.

"No, hon, you can't die. The Scoobies need you to much and I need you even more than they do."

"But it's so hard without her. Buffy and Xander try to help by telling me they understand why I did it, but it's so obvious that they are scared of me. Not to mention the healthy dose of I told you so in their gaze."

"Well, they were always good at that. Listen, Red, I can't tell you that what you did was right, 'cause we both know it wasn't. And I can't tell you that you will get over it because we both know you won't. What I can tell you is that the pain will lessen and you will learn to live past it. Hopefully you will even find someone who causes you joy like I did in you. The other thing I recommend is talking to Angel. He's very good at listening and helping with the whole redemption thing. Always remember, though, that I am here for you in any capacity you need. Please keep writing me and let me know how things are going."

"I can tell you one thing. I will never be practicing magic again."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? Were you not here for chapter and verse of why I should never practice magic?"

"I was here. But the one thing I always noticed about you and the magic is that you have never been trained. I mean, you've been muddling through, practicing the things you read in books, but nobody has ever sat down and showed you what to do and how to keep yourself safe since Jenny Calendar and that was all basic. I think what you really need is someone who can show you the true path of white magic; someone who can fully explain the rules and show you how to be a powerful witch without resorting to black."

"Hmm, you may have a point. I'll mull it over and talk to Giles to see what he thinks. Maybe one of the local covens he knows can help if I decide to try."

"See, there you go. That's the way to start thinking. Much better than being a bitter bonehead like I was."

"Thank you, Faith."

"For what?"

"For calling when you did. For reminding me that there are still things in my life worth living for, even if..." and here her voice broke, "even if Tara's not here anymore."

"I'm so sorry that she died. I know how much you loved her. You know all you have to do is say the word and I will be there for you. S'not like these walls could stop me."

Willow chuckled tearily, "No, that's ok. I don't want you to mess up your parole. Just..."

"Just what?"

"Keep writing me. I couldn't bear not having a link to you."

"Of course, Red. Listen, I have to go. The guard I bribed is starting to tap her watch. Keep writing me and if you need me, know that I am here for you. I only have a year left until my hearing."

"I know, and you have no idea what a comfort I think that will be in the next few weeks."

"I love you, Red."

"Thank you, Faith. You have no idea what it means to me that someone does."

"The others do too. They just need to remember that."

So they continued to write each other. Willow told of her reconciliation with the others. And of how before Giles went back to England he hooked her up with the white witch coven he had been dealing with. She talked about the difficulties of the witches making her start over from the beginning. It was worth it to her, though, because she was beginning to see where things had gone so very wrong.

Faith told her about her continuing therapy and how she was beginning to take an active part in the prison community by teaching proper exercise and defensive martial arts to the other inmates. She talked about how working against other weaker opponents was helping her learn control in both movement and in emotions. She discussed her decision to stay celibate until she left prison and how difficult it was with as many offers as she had.

Gradually their letters started to become more personal again and Willow discussed her healing from Tara. They discussed the nature of darkness and how to believe oneself worth redemption. They discussed everything except Faith's feelings for Willow and whether or not Willow returned them.


Faith came back to herself as she heard her cell door open.

"All right, Spencer. Let's go. Your ride is waiting for you out front."

She sprang to her feet and grabbed her bag before following the guard to the out-processing area. Once she was done signing the various forms she turned to the guard.

"Thank you, Officer Michaels. You made what could have been a truly miserable time bearable by keeping control of your guards and caring for your prisoners. Don't ever lose that."

"Thanks, Spencer. Now get out of here before that pretty redhead decides you aren't coming."


As she walked out of the gates, under a sky that was threatening one of those fast hot summer storms, Faith paused to look at the woman leaning against the red convertible that she knew Giles had given her. Willow had aged beautifully. She was her usual slender self, but it was obvious that she spent time working out. The shoulders and arms under the tight black tank were firmly muscled, and the legs encased in the tight blue jeans were as long and firm as Faith remembered. Faith glanced at Willow's feet and snickered. There were the much-debated Doc Martens. Faith remembered several letters in which she insisted that they were required footwear and Willow responding that since she was "not large with the butch" she didn't see why she needed them. Faith had finally won and a few weeks later received a letter from Willow extolling the virtues of her new Docs.

Willow couldn't believe how nervous she had been about this trip. While she had shared with the Scoobies the progress that Faith had made they were still wary. Buffy in particular was worried because she knew that Willow's emotions for Faith rivaled the ones she had for Tara. Willow watched as Faith paused to look at her. Goddess, the years had been good to her. Faith had filled out all of the promise her body had three years before. She had obviously been no slacker in the weight department either, from the look of the firm, smoothly sculpted muscles in her arms. Her face told the real story, though, reflecting a hard life including three years of prison in the defined cheekbones and slight crows' feet in the corners of her eyes. The clothes she wore fit differently due to the change in her muscles and body over the three years, almost like she was wearing a skin that wasn't hers anymore. Which Willow guessed was true since she was not the Faith that wore these clothes into the prison.

Finally Faith moved up to stand in front of Willow and paused, unsure whether she should hug her or not. The question was answered when Willow pulled her into a strong hug that pressed their bodies together. Faith returned the hug and turned her face in towards Willow's neck, getting a whiff of that scent that was exclusive to the witch. The hug broke and they looked into each other's eyes as they stood there with their arms loosely wrapped around each other's waist.

Finally Faith broke eye contact and with a half-nod said, "Red."

Willow gave a wry smile. "Faith. You know, one of these days I'm gonna come up with a name for you."

Faith laughed. "Nah, not me. I'm impervious to pet names."

Suddenly they were looking into each other again, their bodies drawing closer together and their heads tilting as if to kiss, when suddenly the clouds overhead burst with a warm drenching rain that caused them to leap apart with a yelp.

"Quick, get in the car," Willow hollered as she ran around the car to leap into the driver's side. Thank God I had the roof up, was her only thought.

Finally they were both in the car wiping wet hair out of their faces, drenched to the bone. Willow looked over at Faith and they both started to crack up. They ended up leaning against each other gasping for air, both exquisitely aware of the other's body. Finally, with their face mere inches apart, they looked into each other's eyes again. Willow's reflected dancing humor and desire with an underlying hint of sadness. Faith's were pools of hesitant hope and desire. Suddenly Willow leaned forward, bringing their lips together as her hands slid up the side of Faith's face. Faith froze for a moment in shock before beginning to return the kiss. She kept it calm even though her heart was pounding out of her chest and her body was screaming for her to deepen the kiss.

Gradually the kiss grew in intensity as Willow pushed her tongue into Faith's mouth. Faith couldn't believe this was happening. Sure, she had planned to try and court the witch and the letter had given her some hope, but she had definitely not been expecting this and oh God, did it feel good.

Willow heard Faith whimper slightly and abruptly remembered that she hadn't had anyone in three years. Not to mention the fact that she had some very definite plans for Faith's first day out, none of which included wild animal sex in a car. Wild animal sex in a bed, however, was a whole other story. She broke the kiss and they stared at each other while their breathing calmed down.

Slayer strength won out "That was..."


"Definitely intense and unexpected."

"I know. It wasn't supposed to happen until later. When we had gotten to know each other again. After all of the plans I had for today were done. Possibly not even until tomorrow..."

Faith, seeing a full-fledged Willow babble in the making, cut it off with a light kiss. "Hey I'm not complaining. In fact it was probably a good thing that it happened now so that I'm not acting like an adolescent boy on his first date all day."

Willow chuckled. "Well when you put it that way," and leaned forward for another quick kiss.

"So what are we doing today, Red, 'cause I gotta tell you if you keep kissing me like that we will be headed for the nearest bed, and I'm pretty sure you have other plans."

"You're right. First things first: shopping."

"I hate to break it to you, Willow, but they don't pay you in prison. I'm broke."

"Ah you, that is where your first present of the day comes in."

"Presents. For me?"

"Un huh. You remember back when Buffy had Giles reinstated in the council? Well, I convinced her that since she had been impressed with the progress you'd made in prison that she should make sure that you would be well taken care of when you got out. I told her that we didn't want you to have to go back to that fleabag motel and she agreed. She convinced Quenten that it would be better for everyone if you and she had a salary because then you would be able to concentrate on your slaying duties better."

"That was wicked cool of her."

"Yes, she was very cool. I thought she was channeling you there for a bit with the attitude she was throwing around. Anyway, he agreed and after a bit of haggling you started getting a paycheck into an account with me as co-signer until your release. Now, once you and Buffy had regular income, I started to invest some of it as well as some of mine and some of Xander's, and we are all now reasonably well off." Willow reached into her backpack. "So here is your bankbook, checkbook and debit card as well as some cash. If you look on the entry of the book you will see an amount in pencil written under the total. That is what you could spend today alone without making a dent in your balance."

"Holy shit!" Faith looked up at Willow with shining eyes. "Barring you, this is the most wonderful thing anyone could have ever gotten me. I have never had a checking account, much less the money to put in one. Thank you."

Willow smiled happily. "So what do you say we go spend some money?"



As they walked into the mall, Willow looked over at Faith. "When we decided to help you when you got out one of the first things we did was check out your apartment. It was a bit of a mess because of the broken window. I guess the mayor didn't have time to get it fixed. So we fixed it up and left it for you. I have to admit, though, that I have been living there for the last year though. I just couldn't..." Her voice broke, and Faith put a hand on her shoulder, "I just couldn't continue to live in Buffy's house and it helped me feel closer to you. I'll move out now that you're back, though, either to the dorms or my parents' place."

"You don't have to do that. I'm not sure I can go back to that apartment anyway, too many memories. And even if I do I can always crash on the couch or we can get another bed or something. Honestly, I'm so used to living with another person after the last few years I'm not sure I can cope with living alone quite yet."

Willow smiled understandingly. "Well, since I had planned for us to stay here in L.A. for a couple of days, why don't we shelve it and deal when we're back in Sunnydale."

Faith leaned over and gave Willow a quick kiss, "That's what I love about smart chicks. You're so sensible."

Willow chuckled. "Come on, you goof, I'm sure you'll want new cowhide and some games for that contraption of yours."

"My Playstation is still there?"

"Um hmm. There's also a new system out now called Playstation 2."

"Excellent. Let's shop."


As they walked out of yet another clothing store a few hours later, Willow looked at Faith. "Food, please. I can't take much more."

Faith looked at Willow, who was almost and laden down with bags as she was and chuckled, "Sounds good to me. Should we take the bags to the car first?"

Willow gave Faith an impish grin. "Follow me, m'dear."

"Anywhere," Faith muttered under her breath as she followed Willow into the bathroom.

Willow walked into the handicapped stall at the end and Faith hesitated outside the door until Willow grabbed her and dragged her in as well.

"Hey, Red, while I'm always up for a little bathroom action, I thought you were hungry?"

Willow looked at Faith through her lashes, causing the slayer to swallow hard. "Oh, I am very hungry, I just thought I would take the bags to the car." As she said this her eyes flashed white and the bags disappeared. "Now about that hunger," she said, leaning in to nibble Faith's neck and ear, making the other woman glad she had slayer strength to keep her up.

"You know, suddenly I'm quite hungry as well." And Faith tilted her head, giving Willow better access while latching onto the witch's neck. Gradually they nibbled back up each other's necks and jaws until their lips met in a ravenous kiss. Finally the need for air broke them apart and emerald green stared into chocolate brown until the intensity became too much and Faith broke away.

"So, food?" she asked, her voice slightly husky.


They sat at the table staring at each other as the waiter walked away after taking their order.



Faith started fiddling with her fork and Willow watched her with some amusement.

"How have things been at Angel Investigations since your last letter?"

Faith flashed her a grateful look. "They've been good. Wesley and Gunn finally found a house together near the Hyperion and have become decorating fiends. Gunn has started watching Martha Stewart, which apparently caused some concern that he had been possessed. Soulboy and SoulBoy Jr. are finishing the final renovations to turn the Hyperion back into a functioning hotel. Apparently, though, they have been running into secretary issues a la Murphy Brown since Cordy went back to Sunnydale to live with Buffy. Fred is graduating tomorrow with yet another degree, and she and Lilah are having a party at their place to celebrate, which we are invited to by the way."

"We'll see what time we actually wake up."

"Why, Ms Rosenberg, it sounds like you are planning on leading me down a sinful path tonight."

Willow gave her patented smirk at Faith's horrific Southern accent. "Well, I certainly hope to. That is, if you don't mind?"

"Who, me? No, I don't mind at all. Sounds like an Ed-u-cation-al experience. Anyway, how's Sunnydale?"

"The usual. Dawn's thrilled to pieces that Cordy's moving in since her wardrobe is, and I quote, way better than Buffy's. Not that she'll have a crack at it anytime soon since those two haven't left their room pretty much since we moved them in. Xander and Oz are happy now that Xander has become the Dingos road manager. And Giles and Anya just opened two more Magic Boxes here and in San Francisco."

"Wow, Anya got Giles to agree to that?"

"Yeah, she finally presented it to him as an information network spread across the west coast. I think she's got national plans but he's being cautious."

A silence fell with them looking at each other before Faith went back to playing with her silverware.

"We're gonna have this conversation sooner or later. You know that as well as I do."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just scared."

"Of what?"

"I'm scared you're just horny and I'm convenient. The rebound girl, if you will. I'm scared because for the first time in my life I have fallen in love and want to try a relationship, but I don't know how. And mostly I'm scared because I don't know what the next step is. I know what I'd like but I don't know if it's allowed."

"What do you want? Be honest with me."

Faith looked at the redhead with a bittersweet expression, " I want to spend a couple days here with you. Preferably making love. Then I want to go to Sunnydale and spend the next few years giving Buffy the chance to travel and see the world while I guard that freaking hole in the ground. I want to spend those years with you as my partner and love. See, simple, right?"

Willow blushed lightly and smiled, "Sounds good to me."

Faith's jaw dropped. "What?"

"It sounds good to me. I love you, Faith. I may not have said it before but I do. I had a such crush on you when you were around the first time, and that was before I even knew the real you. Tara was a really important part of my life, and will always be so. But someone once said that the luckiest person in the world was the one who found true love twice. I am that person. The two of you are so very different and yet I have such very strong feelings for you both. You have been my sanity this last year. Without you I would never have my powers back and that is a gift I can't even begin to quantify. You were the only person who didn't act disappointed in me. Instead, you came up with a solution and helped me restore the balance in my life. And let's not forget, if what I've seen is any indication we are going to be amazing in bed together."

Faith laughed, "No, let's not forget that."

Willow looked up as the waiter brought over their food. "Now, my plan for the evening is pretty simple. We are going to eat this meal, borrow one of the bathrooms here and change into our sexiest gear, then head to a club and dance till our legs are rubber. And once we're done we'll head to the hotel and see what happens."

"Sounds good to me. Shall we get the check?"

A few minutes later they were back in the bathroom where Willow flashed them into their clothes. They earned a few startled looks as they left the stall and snickered all the way back to the car. Once there Faith pressed Willow up against the car for a deep kiss. When it broke she looked deep into darkened green eyes and said, "You sure we can't just skip the club and go to the room?"

Willow chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure." She flashed Faith an overheated look. "I have wanted to dance with you since the first time Cordy pointed you out on the dance floor. If there was anybody you were gonna be grinding against I wanted it to be me."

"Well, far be it from me to wreck such a long-running fantasy."

"You'll find I have had many such fantasies." With that Willow turned and got into the car.

Faith grinned, "I am gonna be a busy busy girl. Perfect."


Once they walked into the club, heads turned quickly in their direction. Justifiably, in Faith's opinion, since Willow was beyond hot. She had on a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a tight green tank that matched her eyes at their sultriest. Her hair was short and gelled to look mussed. Hell, she looked like she had been fucked recently and well and Faith could barely keep her hands off. She ran her damp hands down her matching pants and straightened out the deep red mesh tank top she was wearing over a black bra as well as the leather collar that had appeared around her neck . Her body had already started moving to the Goth industrial beats that permeated the club as she looked at Willow.


"Sure. Bourbon and coke, please."

Faith arched her eyebrow, thinking that it was the perfect drink for the girl: sweet with a dash of harsh. She wiggled her way to the bar and got the drinks, trying to ignore Willow pressed against her back with her hand on the slayer's ass.

As they finished the drinks, Willow's eyes sharpened on a couple on the dance floor. She pointed them out to Faith, who nodded in acknowledgement. As the bad swung into Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl," they hit the dance floor and danced over to where the couple were grinding against each other. Willow and Faith looked at each other in perfect accord as Willow pulled the guy away and started grinding against him while Faith did the same with the girl. Both looked startled but quickly got into the groove.

A few minutes later Faith slid across a pile of dust in order to press against Willow's back and match her rhythm. Gradually they moved away from the boy and started to dance with each other. Willow turned and buried her face in Faith's neck, lightly kissing it as their bodies pressed so close together the leather of their pants almost fused. Faith could barely breathe; between the dance, the heat, and Willow's attention to her neck she felt like she was gonna either pass out or combust. Eventually Willow leaned back to get a tighter lock on their legs while their hands began to roam along each other's sides and torsos. They continued to move together as the song segued from Zombie to Depeche Mode's "Only When I Lose Myself."

Faith's eyebrow arched and she leaned into Willow. "You plan this, Red, or did the DJ just magically happen to know which songs are my favorites?"

Willow blushed. "Okay, so maybe the DJ's an old friend, and perhaps I gave him a little list, and possibly he asked the bouncer to let him know when we arrived..."

She was cut off as Faith grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. "Thank you, Willow. It was a wonderful surprise."

Willow gave her a dazed smile. "Oh, sure, no problem," followed by a slightly breathier "Anytime."

They continued dancing for a few more songs, their caresses and kisses getting longer and more passionate until finally Willow grabbed the collar's ring and said, "Hotel. Now!"

Faith smiled, "Yes ma'am."

They made it to the car before their need for each other won out again. About ten minutes of really intense making out followed, resulting in Willow lying on the hood of the car with her shirt up around her armpits. Suddenly mid-kiss Faith stood up off of Willow. "Come on, What I want to do to you requires the use of a bed. A big bed." She pulled Willow off of the car and chuckled.


"We dented the car."

Willow looked over at the rather obvious dip in the hood and started to laugh. "Gives it character."


The door to their suite hadn't even closed before they were on each other again. Faith lifted Willow, who wrapped her legs around her waist, and carried her into the bedroom. Willow in the meantime decided their shirts had to go and proceeded to rip them and Faith's bra off. Her mouth immediately went to Faith's shoulder, kissing and biting her way along it before lying back on the bed and pulling Faith on top of her. Faith moved down Willow's neck with bites and licks. Willow's back arched and she cried out at the first touch of Faith's mouth on her breast. Faith alternated light licks and nips around her breast before taking the nipple in her mouth and biting down. She alternated between breasts, licking, nipping and occasionally giving a healthy bite, until Willow was writhing on the bed.

"Please, please, please."

Faith moved back up Willow's body and they gazed into each other's eyes while her hands reached for the zipper on the redhead's pants. Willow reached out to start on Faith's pants before getting frustrated with their tightness and spitting out a quick "removere," which relieved them both of their pants.

At the first full touch of their skin time stopped. They looked into each other's eyes acknowledging the love there before leaning in for their gentlest kiss yet. The kisses gently continued as both women felt the firmness of skin and muscles and admired for the first time the contrast of naturally brown skin against porcelain white. Eventually their hands reached the juncture of their legs. Each woman's hand slid into the wetness of the other, gently massaging the clit and sliding inside. Finally Faith's eyes snapped shut and her back arched and she called Willow's name. The sheer beauty of Faith in orgasm quickly brought Willow to her own climax and they rested together, quietly sharing kisses until finally Faith broke the silence.

"I've never done that before."

"I know. Amazing the difference emotion makes, isn't it?"

"You speak as if you know, Red."

"MMM." Willow's eyes went a little distant. "After Oz left, before I met Tara I went a little wild. It hurt so much when he cheated on me I just wanted to lose myself. Had I only known how miniscule that pain was compared to losing Tara it would never have happened. Buffy was completely wrapped up in Riley so I bought some clothes, dressed myself up and found both Nightfall and Cuff." Faiths eyebrows rose at the names of Sunnydale's only Goth and S/M clubs. "I learned a lot about myself there. I found music I loved and people who understood me. At Cuff I learned a lot about the things that my vampire double had implied. I learned the trill of a submissive's bow, and the pleasures to be found under a strong hand. Eventually I met Tara and was gone. She didn't play as much as I did but she had her own quirks. We meshed so well that I forgot about the club life I left behind. It was all about her and to a different extent you until she died. Now I want to revisit that part of myself, and I hope you are wiling to come with me."

"Anywhere, Anytime, love." Faith rolled onto Willow, kissing her deeply while joining their hands. Faith pushed their hands above Willow's head before letting go and starting to move down the witch's body. As Faith's mouth reached the witch's breast, Willow dropped her hands into the dark hair. Faith quickly grabbed Willow's wrists and pinned them above the head with one hand while the other thrust quickly into Willow, causing her to scream. The slayer caught the witch's eyes as she thrust roughly into her, "You will keep your hands here or I will stop. Do you understand me?"

Willow's eye flashed with defiance until Faith flicked her clit. "Ohhh Goddess. Yes, I understand."

Faith gave her a fierce grin before moving back to Willow's breasts. One hand began to tweak and pull a nipple while her mouth played with the other. Willow was writhing and begging by the time Faith moved down her body. It was so hard for her to keep her hands above her head. She really wanted to push Faith's head where she thought it belonged. Faith licked down the crease between Willow's thigh and the damp red curls. She gave Willow's clit a light flick with her tongue before moving to the top of her other thigh and licking down again. As Willow's legs parted, the slayer licked up the moisture that had dripped down her inner thighs, working her way down to the knees and back up again, periodically blowing lightly on Willow's center, until the redhead was threatening dire consequences if she didn't fuck her immediately.

Finally Faith started at the bottom of Willow's slit and slowly worked her way up to the clit. At the first hard lick against her nub, Willow's hands snapped down to grip the slayer's head and hold it in place. She didn't care about the consequences--all she wanted was to come. Faith briefly considered stopping but decided to punish her later for her indiscretion.

She brought three fingers up to thrust into Willow while continuing to lick and suck at her clit, bringing the witch to a swift screaming release. She didn't stop there and continued to thrust, bringing Willow back up to her previous level of arousal. She then slipped in another finger while moving back up to Willow's breasts. Finally Willow pulled her up into a kiss, and Faith tucked her thumb, sliding her fist in.

Willow's back arched as she went rigid. "OHHHHH GODDDDDDD!" She came back down to look into the cocky eyes of the slayer, who was holding still allowing her body to adapt to the fullness before lightly running the tops of her fingers across Willow's G-spot. Willow pulled her into a kiss that was all tongues and teeth and passion. She could feel Faith's pulse beating just under her clit and the pressure continued to build. She felt like she was going to explode if there wasn't a release soon. She looked beggingly into Faiths eyes, well beyond the ability to speak.

Faith smiled, her eyes softening as she whispered, "I love you, Red," before sliding back down Willow's body. Her lips wrapped around the witch's clit and she licked and sucked it, quickly launching Willow over the edge. The room reverberated with the sound of her release and several items on the tables momentarily hovered before crashing back down.

Once the redhead's body had stilled, Faith slowly removed her hand while running light kisses down Willow's neck. Willow turned on her side, with a serious look on her face, and looked into Faith's concerned eyes.

"Wow." Faith burst out laughing. "You were so serious, I thought I had done something wrong and all you had to say was wow!"

Willow smiled. "Well, I thought it was pretty serious. Amazing really. I love you."

Faith smiled. "I love you as well."

Willow sat up. "Well, now that that has been established, roll over."


"I said roll over. Do not make me repeat myself again."

"Yes ma'am."

Willow was speechless when presented with the back of the slayer. The finely traced muscles that led down to a flawless ass had her fighting for control as she straddled the brunette. At the first touch of her sensitive flesh to Faith's she had to pause for a moment to breath and center herself. She had been waiting for half a year for this moment and like hell if she wasn't going to take her time. She reached put and began to give Faith a firm massage that removed all of the knots in her back from sleeping on a prison bed for three years, and reduced her into a moaning puddle. The massage then turned from medicinal to sensual, filling Faith with heat and pressure and periodically causing her to let out the most adorable whimper.

Once her skin had been completely prepared, Willow began to kiss and bite along Faith's back until the slayer's body followed her every time she removed her mouth. She then brought Faith to her knees in order to pinch and tug the slayer's nipples while continuing the attention to her back. She had known that Faith had a sensitive back from the letters that they had shared, but she had no idea that it was going to be this sensitive. Faith seemed to be near coming just from this attention. She let go of a breast in order to grab Faith's hair and pull her up into a deep kiss, before pushing her back onto her knees. The bites to her back became harder and Willow knew that if it weren't for her slayer powers Faith would have bruises in the morning. As it was all it did was make her cry out and talk.

"Please, Willow, Please!"

"Please what?" followed by a particularly deep bite to the back of her neck.

"Oh God! Please fuck me."

Willow's chuckle was downright wicked. "You want me to fuck you, hmmm?"


"Very well," and with a muttered spell Willow slid all seven inches of the strap-on that had been in a bag beside the bed into Faith, immediately pushing her over the edge.

Willow waited in stillness, her inner walls fluttering around the plug that was in her, until Faith's body stopped twitching, then leaned across her back and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now."

She started to gently thrust her hips while reaching around to gently fondle Faith's clit. In no time at all Faith was moaning and beginning to thrust back against Willow's hips. Gradually their pace increased until Willow's arousal became too much and her left hand tangled into Faith's hair, pulling her head back as the thrusts became almost vicious in their intensity. Faith matched her thrust for thrust, occasionally rolling her hips to push the plug deeper. Finally the redhead buried her teeth into the slayer's shoulder blade while her body shook with orgasm, causing Faith to follow her over the edge until they collapsed into a sweaty heap. Once they were calm Willow pulled out of Faith and banished the toy back to its bag, not forgetting to mutter a quick spell to clean it, before collapsing into Faith's arms.

They looked at each other and started to chuckle.

"See, I told you. Amazing in bed."

"I never had any doubt, Red. Not a one. I've always known you and I would be good together. Today has surpassed all my fantasies."

"Hmmph. We'll have to go about creating new ones then."

"Definitely. Right now, however, I think we need to sleep."

Willow pouted, "Don't wanna. Why should we?"

Faith laughed at the little girl voice. "Well, for one thing, the sun's up."

"Holy shit! Really?"

"MmmHmmm. Slayer senses always know when day happens."

"And the other reasons?"

"I wanna go to the party at Fred and Lilah's with you, and it's in about five hours."

"I'm still not convinced we could just stay up till then."

"Ah, yes, but you have a punishment due to you for moving your arms and I want to be well rested in order to deliver it."

Willow brightened. "Well, when you put it that way..."

"I thought you would see it my way."

They snuggled down under the covers with Willow's head resting on Faith's shoulder. She tilted her chin up and they shared a slow sweet kiss that promised many more evenings like this one.

"I love you, Red."

"I love you too, pookie," Willow replied in a sleepy voice.

All was silent in the room until suddenly...

"POOOKIE!!!" followed by a round of giggles from the redhead.

The End

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