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Witch's Faith
The party had been great fun, but Buffy wanted badly to be alone with Faith. They showered together, enjoying each other's bodies, touching each other slowly, affectionately more than sexually. That would wait for the bedroom. But Buffy could sense Faith's nervousness, and guessed correctly that the scarves were the source. To tell the truth, Buffy was nervous as well. She had a list of three things Willow had told her Faith enjoyed in bed, and all of them were far outside of her own experience. Food was out of the question after eating Dawn's feast. Using the scarves sounded exciting to Buffy, but at the same time, she was feeling self-conscious about it. And the third thing... Buffy didn't think she could do that at all!
When they were dried off and shut at last in the privacy of their room wearing only bathrobes, Buffy handed the box of scarves to Faith. Faith's wide-eyed, frightened look melted Buffy's heart. "I'd kind of like to try this, honey, but only if you want to. You can put them on me first..."
Faith felt relief followed by renewed fear. Buffy wanted to be bound instead of Faith... that was good. First. That didn't bode well for afterwards.
When Faith didn't answer, Buffy removed her robe and lay down on the bed, arms and legs spread. "Like this?"
Faith leaned forward and kissed Buffy's neck, in place of the deeper kiss that she still craved. She sat back, looking at Buffy lovingly but still unsure how to proceed. That meant Buffy, the inexperienced one, had to take the lead. She tied a scarf to her ankle, and the other end to the bedpost. One look at Faith told her the dark Slayer was aroused by this, so she attached her other leg in the same manner, smiling seductively. Then she lay back again, and held out one wrist to Faith.
Faith slowly, almost dreamily, took a scarf and tied it to Buffy's wrist. Her motions were quick and automatic, leaving a knot that was tight but not painful. She had done this before, Buffy could tell. Buffy held her arm near the headboard, inviting Faith to finish immobilizing her. Faith slowly tied the scarf to the bedpost and looked down at Buffy, now tied at three corners. Not that Buffy couldn't tear the scarves to shreds if she wanted to. But, Faith realized, Buffy would never do that. Buffy trusted Faith, and would simply ask if she wished to be freed.
Buffy looked incredible stretched on the bed, exposed in every way and offering herself to Faith. Faith's pulse began to race and she quickly tied Buffy's remaining arm. Faith straddled Buffy and caressed her arms, her shoulders, her breasts. She licked Buffy's neck, down her cleavage and her stomach, and then back up to Buffy's nipples. She relished their firmness under her tongue. Shifting to one side to straddle just one of Buffy's thighs, Faith made room for her hand to explore Buffy's sex while her face nuzzled the Slayer's chest and face. For just a moment, Buffy's mouth parted as if to kiss Faith, but when Faith moved her lips closer, Buffy turned away ever so slightly, and Faith did not proceed.
Faith licked her fingers for Buffy to see, and Buffy's eyes widened with arousal. Faith gave in to Buffy's desire and brought her face close to the Slayer's swollen labia. First she let clear saliva drip onto the wrinkled flesh, and rubbed it around slowly with her fingers. Buffy sighed shakily and her pelvis lifted for a moment. And yet, Buffy found that being bound in this way did not make much difference to her. She enjoyed showing her body off in this position, and what Faith was doing to her was wonderful. But the scarves meant little–she could get out of them anyway, either by asking Faith or just by ripping them free. She pulled on one arm, and was surprised at how the knot tightened and the fabric held strongly. Still, with enough force, it would give way. Buffy imagined what it would be like if they were strong enough to truly hold her. It didn't feel sexy. But it didn't bother her either–if Faith enjoyed this illusion of control, then that was fine with Buffy.
What Buffy did enjoy was what Faith was now doing with her mouth and both hands. Buffy felt that every part of her was being touched at once, inside and out. But her position made this very one-sided, and she wanted to please Faith as well. "Turn around... over my face..." she breathed, and Faith complied obediently. Faith held her sex over Buffy's mouth, carefully avoiding putting too much weight on Buffy's arms with her legs, and returned to pleasuring the Slayer.
Buffy only admired the lovely, parted lips before her, not touching them at first. But eventually her tongue slipped out to push Faith's lips around and taste the fluids collecting there. Her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the taste of her lover. She was close to orgasm now. "Oh... Faith..." she whispered. And then she realized that everything she was looking at was beautiful. Everything. And in the heat of her passion, she thought she just might be able to do the one thing she had thought she never would.
Buffy let the tip of her tongue press up into Faith's clitoris, rolling it around and around. Faith's moan was muffled by Buffy's crotch. Buffy tipped her head back slowly, allowing her tongue to slip inside of Faith's vagina and then back out, licking the skin between there and Faith's cute little anus. And then she closed her eyes and did it.
"Ohhh!" Faith exclaimed, surprised and delighted. Buffy was licking her anus! How did she know? With any other lover, Faith would now be grinding her wet lips and her anus across the girl's mouth and face. But that didn't feel right with Buffy. She stayed just above the Slayer's face, letting Buffy control what was happening.
Buffy did not expect that Faith would return the favor, and had no desire for her to do so. Until Faith did. Buffy gasped. Faith's wet tongue on her anus felt almost too intimate. But... wonderful. Faith continued using her fingers on Buffy's lips and clitoris, so that her tongue could remain where it was as Buffy came.
"Fai... Fai.... Faith!" Buffy's cries jerked out of her in time with the jerking of her hips. The orgasm was prolonged, and Faith returned her tongue to Buffy's clitoris to bring a second one close on the heels of the first.
Buffy recovered her senses and returned to pleasuring Faith in every way she could devise using only her mouth. But Faith's orgasm was elusive. Eventually Faith said, "let's not do this anymore," and moved to untie Buffy. The scarf thing seemed like little more than a silly game, and surely Buffy could find better uses for her hands! She freed Buffy's arms and Buffy untied her own ankles, leaving the scarves hanging from the bed.
Buffy was glad to have her hands free, and lay down beside Faith, caressing the girl's body tenderly. Her fingers crept between Faith's legs, and she could tell Faith was still close to climax. She ran one wet finger over Faith's anus and watched Faith's eyes close in pleasure. Buffy knew that Faith would trust her now, and she tied one of the hanging scarves to Faith's left wrist.
Faith started, and her eyes opened wide. "Buffy!" she said in a frightened tone.
"Don't you want to try it too?" The hunger in Buffy's eyes was, as before, rather possessive, but not at all threatening.
"I guess... but... I don't think I can."
"You don't have to be afraid of me, little Faith," said Buffy soothingly, stroking Faith's hair. "Let's try it, and if you don't like it I'll take them off. OK?" Buffy was finding the idea of Faith bound to her bed far more exciting than the reverse.
Faith lay nervously back on the bed. She wanted to get over this, but she didn't think she could. She fought the urge to violently tear her arm free. Buffy tied Faith's legs next, and Faith began taking deep breaths to remain calm. When Buffy moved to tie her right arm, Faith had the overpowering urge to defend herself. She made a fist unconsciously, but Buffy saw it. She stepped back and asked Faith if she should continue. The dark Slayer's eyes held the terror of a cornered animal, but she nodded. Faith told herself that these scarves would be no match for her strength. And she felt in her heart that Buffy would always protect her and never harm her. Yet still her instincts screamed to fight or flee.
Buffy tied Faith's remaining arm quickly. Faith felt rage bubble up, as she had expected it would, but to her surprise it subsided quickly. The pure terror remained, and Buffy could see it. She wanted to help Faith through this, help Faith to trust her. So she would treat Faith to the most exquisite and gentle pleasure she could. Buffy moved on top of Faith, watching the girl's reaction carefully.
"No, Buffy! No!" Faith squirmed against the scarves, but they did not rip, and the knots only tightened. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was shaking with fear.
Buffy quickly untied one of Faith's hands and jumped back while Faith freed herself completely. "Oh, Faith, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... Poor Faith, come here!" Buffy sat on the edge of the bed and held out her arms. To her relief Faith crawled into her embrace gratefully. Her face was twisted with agony and she was shaking with choked sobs. Or... maybe not sobs. Buffy didn't think Faith was crying any more. Faith shook in her arms and let out a final gasp. She had just experienced the most incredible orgasm! Buffy was pleased but mystified.
Buffy sat back against the headboard, and Faith lay back against her, sitting between her legs. Her head rested between the older Slayer's breasts.
"I'm sorry Faith, I thought you would trust me." It was the truth, and Buffy didn't mean it to sound like an accusation, but it came out that way.
"No, Buffy. I'm sorry. It isn't you... I would do that if I could." She snuggled back into Buffy's body.
"I know, honey. I know." She clasped her hands lightly over Faith's chest, and Faith didn't seem to mind.
It was a short Scooby meeting: there were reports of Elise, but no specifics as to where she was holed up. Afterwards, Faith was about to leave with Buffy on patrol when Mrs. Betts stopped her. "Faith. There's something we need to discuss."
Faith felt sudden apprehension at the Watcher's tone. "OK. Can Buffy listen in?"
"I suppose so." Mrs. Betts was not all comfortable with Buffy, who saw her as an enemy–and with good reason–while at the same time lacking the training relationship that made things a bit easier with Faith. But whatever Mrs. Betts said to Faith, Buffy would end up hearing anyway.
"Faith, it looks like your trial is going to be over soon."
"Yep. Elise can't hide for long."
"There's no easy way to say this, Faith... slaying Elise may not be enough."
"What are you talking about?" asked Buffy angrily.
"The Council already knows that you've been an excellent Slayer at certain times in the past, Faith. But to let you go free, they need proof, beyond any doubt, that you haven't been working with Elise, and that you're not at risk of turning to evil again."
"Well, I haven't been working with Elise!" said Faith, suddenly very afraid that her trial might not have the outcome she had been confident of.
"I'm inclined to believe that, Faith. But my report to the Council will also say that you were allied with Elise before, by your own admission. And it will say that you let Elise go, twice, that she helped you to defeat Jatharal, that you have had repeated sexual relations with her, and that you have even involved Buffy. And most importantly, my report will say that you attempted to conceal these actions."
The Slayers were stunned. They had underestimated the Watcher. Faith felt cold fear in her gut. She tried to explain that she wasn't herself when she had assaulted Elise and let her escape. But even if the Council believed that, it really didn't do much to improve the Watcher's report.
"I'm telling you this, Faith, because I've come to respect you a great deal. I really do want the Council to decide in your favor. And if they don't, I want you to be prepared for that."
Buffy rose from her seat, furious. "So, what, it's just hopeless? Faith slays Elise and you haul her off to jail again anyway? I won't let that happen!"
"I don't know if it's hopeless, but... it doesn't look good. I wanted you to know that, Faith, when the time comes to slay Elise. I wanted to be sure you would not let her go again. And, Buffy, there's nothing you, or Faith, or even I can do if the Council decides against Faith. They will track her down, they will report her to the authorities, they will send someone to replace me if you kill me. If she runs away, she'll gain a few more days or weeks of freedom–alone and in hiding. But she'll lose all hope of anything more. And if you turn against the Council, Buffy, then the Council may decide to kill Faith, so that another Slayer is called to take your place."
"You say you believe me," said Faith, quietly, "so why–"
"Faith, please stop right there."
Faith's voice rose angrily. "So why do you have to put everything in your report!? Can't you just say I tracked down Elise and slew her? Once I've done that?"
Mrs. Betts closed her eyes, with a pained expression on you Faith. "No, Faith, I can't. And my report will now include the fact that you asked me to conceal the truth to help you."
Buffy stormed up to Mrs. Betts, screaming at her. "What's wrong with you?! You've always hated Faith and you still do!"
"Let me finish, Buffy," said the Watcher, calmly staring the Slayer down. "I have not always hated Faith. If I had, there would be no problem."
"I don't understand," said Faith. Buffy took a step back, fists at her side, frustrated and helpless.
The Watcher took a deep breath. "Your first Watcher was a very good friend of mine, Faith." Faith's eyes softened, haunted by the memory of her Watcher's slow and gruesome murder in Boston. The woman had been the first person who really cared about Faith–maybe the last person until Willow–and had done far more to turn Faith's young life around than simply teaching her to fight. "I know very well how troubled you were, and how difficult your life had been. I was the only influential person in the Council who supported what your Watcher was trying to do. And she made a fine Slayer out of you... but then she died, and you came to Buffy in pretty bad shape emotionally."
"I continued to fight for you with the Council, and took charge of your situation. Nobody else wanted it. They were hoping you would be killed and the problem would go away. They wanted an easier Slayer to deal with. If the Council hadn't had Buffy as well, I'm sure they would have had you killed years ago. But they let me monitor your situation and see how things would turn out. And I won over a few others, too. You had some friends on the Council, believe it or not."
Faith was dumbstruck. Mrs. Betts had known her Watcher? Had been involved secretly in her life for years? It was surreal.
The Watcher continued. "When you showed signs of turning to evil in a serious way, some of us really went out on a limb to fight for you. It was a bad time for the Council; we were very divided. Over many things, not just you." Mrs. Betts paused, reluctant to confess the truth. "Well, I am ashamed to say that when you kept sinking lower, and we were forced to give up on you... some of us took it very hard. Myself especially. I never wanted you to walk free again, and when you escaped, I made it my mission to hunt you down. I'm not proud of that, although someone would have done it if I hadn't." Mrs. Betts sighed. "To make a long story short, the Council is fully expecting a bad report from me. They were surprised I even decided to evaluate you further. When they get my report and my opinion of you is positive, they will remember how hard I had fought for you before. They will not trust me. And they will use magic to find out if I have lied or left anything out of my report. So... my report has to be accurate. I have no choice. I have to report all the facts, and then I can give my opinion. Then they will make their decision, and it will be final. They've already given you so many more chances than many in the Council think you deserve."
Buffy still didn't trust Mrs. Betts, but it was difficult to judge her simplistically in the light of what they had just been told. "Does Faith have any friends on the Council still?"
"I really doubt it. Those few I won over years ago got burned badly when Faith's problems got really serious. The rest of the Council made things rough for us, I can tell you. I don't think they will be persuaded by me a second time."
"Can Giles help? I'll call Giles!"
"I don't think Rupert has many allies in power himself. He didn't do such a bad job with you, Buffy, but he did things his own way and did not make many friends in the process."
Faith began to feel the same hopelessness and emptiness that had come over her when Mrs. Betts had first apprehended her. "I don't want to go back to prison. I can't." Buffy knelt on the floor beside Faith's chair and held both of her hands tightly.
"I know, Faith," said Mrs. Betts sadly. "I don't want that either. I wish there was more I could do."
"No... I mean if the Council decides against me... I want to die. They can have their new Slayer." Tears rolled down Buffy's face. She wanted the Council right here, right now, to face her wrath. But it was more than the Council Faith was facing. It was an ancient Oracle that was never wrong.
Mrs. Betts took a pained breath. "There is a good chance, if the Council decides against you, that you won't be given a choice. They may execute you."
"Fine. Tell them I won't go to prison. If they won't let me live my life, then they'll have to kill me! I think I have the right to ask that."
"Faith..." Mrs. Betts shook her head slowly.
"Tell them!"
"Very well."
Buffy looked into the Watcher's eyes. "If they tell you to take Faith away... if they tell you to kill her... will you actually do it?"
"That is my duty, but... it won't matter if I do it or if someone else does. She can't run from the Council for long, and there's no fighting them. The Council has had Slayers killed before, and they will do it again. Sometimes they have no choice, or so they believe."
"You didn't answer me," said Buffy, coldly. "Will you do it?"
Buffy did not see that Faith was nodding sadly to Mrs. Betts. If things went against Faith, she wanted it to be Mrs. Betts who carried out the sentence. She wanted to be executed with respect, not satisfaction. And she didn't want Mrs. Betts to leave the Council over this. Buffy might need someone on her side some day.
A tear rolled down Mrs. Betts' cheek. "I will."
Continue to Episode 29 – Promises.
Faith and Buffy had gone for a long walk, holding hands in the darkness. They had agreed to do their best in the hopes of a favorable judgment from the Council. They would not give up, even though there seemed to be little hope. But only after several hours of slaying with Buffy was Faith truly able to suppress some of the paralyzing hopelessness that gripped her. She had no idea that Buffy had herself been facing such feelings for some time.
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