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Witch's Faith
Buffy held Faith's face between her hands and looked at her lover in wonder, as though it were the first time. Faith opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, and Buffy simply kissed her again. Then they sat in silence for a long time, hands clasped, turned towards each other on the edge of Faith's bed, thinking of many, many things in an entirely new light.
Buffy spoke finally, her voice choked with emotion. "I think I first loved you the night Gwendolyn betrayed you and we fought over Angel. I would never have thought of it like that, but... I think I started to love you then." She paused, re-evaluating all that she had felt towards Faith. "Through everything... hating you, fearing you, wanting to hurt you... deep down I've always wanted to protect you, little Faith. To take care of you. To make your all your pain go away."
Faith smiled, tears in her eyes. Being called "little Faith" had often offended her just slightly, but today it sounded sweet and loving. "I think I knew that, on some level. It scared me. I'm pretty sure I was in love with you around then, too... when you invited me over for Christmas eve. Of course, loving someone... and being cared about by someone... those were the last things I'd ever have admitted to myself." Faith shook her head in wonder at how Buffy had pervaded her mind so completely for such a long time. "The things I did to Angel... I guess there was some jealousy there. I've been obsessed with you for so long... dreamed of you at night... wanted to hurt you. Hurt you because you cared about me, because I needed you... and because I couldn't have you. Because you didn't need me."
"But I did need you, Faith... I wish things had been different. I wish we had both realized this years ago... Think of all the time we lost!"
Faith shook her head. "Don't regret anything, Buffy. Not ever. We were who we were, that's all. You had Angel... there was something very deep between you, I know. And I was just messed up. Badly. It wasn't meant to be. This was."
Buffy was so overcome with emotion that she was actually able to push down the thought that this was not meant to be... that they would soon be parted forever. She focussed instead on this one perfect moment, and, for now, it was enough. "There's a million things I want to say, Faith! I... I want to have said them all a million times before."
Faith traced a finger over Buffy's quivering lips. "I know them all." For Faith, her life at this moment was utterly changed from five minutes ago. She was loved. And more amazingly, she knew she was loved. Loved and protected... beyond all doubt. She had never truly appreciated her own self-worth before this moment.
Their relationship no longer felt new, or experimental, or casual. It was something that had lodged painfully in their hearts and dreams for years, and now it had blossomed into what it was meant to be. The Slayers looked into each others' eyes and made a silent promise. It was unspoken, but if had been put into words, "forever" would have been one of them.
"I'm going to make love to you now, little Faith."
Faith let Buffy undress her, very slowly, and then remove her own clothing. Buffy picked Faith up in her arms, laid her on the bed, and lay down beside her. She kissed Faith's body gently in many places.
They made love very, very slowly. Quietly, tenderly, and reverently. Faith marvelled at how different this was from tearing Willow's clothing off with her teeth. Buffy did not try to move on top of Faith or push any limits. Faith felt no fear. They performed the most intimate acts without any self-consciousness. They kissed passionately. And, in the end, each Slayer's orgasm felt as though the other's soul were pulsing inside her body and filling it with love so powerful it almost hurt.
"We have to stay over... I can't let you go," said Buffy, holding Faith in her arms afterwards. The idea of getting up and getting dressed was unthinkable.
"I'll call the others and tell them not to worry," said Faith, agreeing.
Dawn answered the phone.
"Hi, Dawnie. Did I wake anybody up?"
"No, we're just getting ready for bed. Willow and Tara are already in their room." Dawn was functioning again after the emotional blow of what both Slayers had confided to her, but she still sounded very sad and lost.
"Well, just tell them we're staying at my place tonight. We won't be back until morning." Faith looked at Buffy. "Actually... make that evening. We'll be at the Scooby meeting."
"OK. I better tell them soon, they're starting to make noises in there."
"All right. Are you OK?"
Dawn was silent.
"Dawn, will you tell Willow one more thing? Tell her... Buffy kissed me."
"Um, OK," said Dawn, not understanding. She hadn't actually seen the Slayers kiss, but she assumed they did it all the time.
Faith ended the call, hoping Willow could comfort the Key. Then she pulled the blankets over herself and Buffy. They curled together nude, on their right sides, with Buffy spooned around Faith just the same as when they had first slept here, the night Faith had run away. Buffy put her left arm around Faith, cupping the dark Slayer's right breast gently. Faith did not feel confined, merely protected. They cuddled this way for some time before Faith finally drifted off to sleep. Buffy kissed her sleeping lover behind her ear, vowing to stay awake all night and watch over her. But she was so content and comfortable that she, too, fell into a deep sleep.
Willow lay face down on the bed, naked, eyes closed, loving the soft, warm weight of Tara on her back. Tara still wore a bathrobe, but it was open in front allowing her breasts to rest on Willow's back, and her sex to press against Willow's left buttock. Tara nuzzled Willow's ear and murmured the most shocking suggestions. A purple silk scarf had hung from each corner of the bed for several days now, and Tara thought it might just be time to try using them for more than decoration.
A knock sounded at the door. Tara rolled off of Willow and threw her her robe. The witches hurriedly tied their robes closed. "Come in!"
Dawn walked in, smiling slightly to herself at the knowledge that her two friends had been expressing their love quite intimately a moment before. "That was Faith... she said they won't be around until the meeting tomorrow night. They're staying at Faith's place."
"How strange... OK," said Tara.
"And, Willow, she said to tell you that Buffy kissed her." Dawn shrugged. The message was delivered.
Willow and Tara looked at one another, reaching for each others' hands and grinning with delight.
"So what's the big deal?" asked Dawn.
"Dawn," said Willow, "it means that Buffy loves Faith."
"Well, duh!"
Tara laughed. "OK... it means that Buffy finally figured out that she loves Faith."
"Oh..." said Dawn, thinking about this. "Wow, that's cool then! So I guess they want a day alone."
"I think so," said Willow. Like Tara, she was filled with joy at this news.
Dawn hung in the doorway a while longer, thinking about her old sister and her new sister, and how happy they must be. Surely nothing could really happen to either one of them! She felt better than she had in some time. "Oh!" she said, after a while, "I guess you two want to be alone too!"
Willow and Tara nodded, glancing sideways and one another. Suddenly they were even more in the mood to make love than before.
"OK, nighty-night!" Dawn left, closing the door behind her. She couldn't resist calling through the door, "And keep it down, OK?"
Willow and Tara shook their heads and resumed where they had left off. Tara removed Willow's robe again and the redhead lay back down on her stomach, arms and legs spread. This time, Tara did not climb on top of her, but sat at the head of the bed with her crotch under Willow's face, and wrapped her ankles around Willow's neck. Willow lowered her head to kiss Tara's thigh, and then a flash of light appeared between Tara's lips and the girl went limp against the headboard. Willow sucked in her lover's sprite and teased it with her tongue in that mystical kiss that only skilled practitioners of magic could ever know. She laid her head sideways on Tara's hairless genitals and opened her mouth, letting out both of their sprites. They danced in the air, enjoying the site of their bodies in intimate contact below them, and pressed together into a single bright star.
Tara broke the contact eventually and darted back into her own mouth. Willow did the same. Tara lifted Willow's face between her hands, loosening her legs behind the girl's head, and smiled a smile that made Willow's labia part wider. "It's time, Pussy Willow."
Willow was about to speak, when she felt a sudden sliding contact at both wrists and both ankles. The purple scarves had come to life at Tara's bidding and ensnared her with sturdy knots. They drew tight, spreading Willow's limbs even wider. Willow's eyes opened in surprise, and she let her head lower again to Tara's sex. Tara crossed her ankles once again behind Willow's head, and let Willow resume the slow kissing she had begun before. It was some time before Willow kissed the juicy, pink flesh that she most craved, and by then Tara was aroused to the point of soft moans. Willow began using her tongue as well, and Tara found her pleasure building inside. But she was not ready for that yet.
Tara slid away from Willow and sat beside her instead, massaging the redhead's shoulders and back using fingers that glowed with magical heat. She caressed the sides of Willow's breasts and slid down her sides to her hips. From there, Tara began to knead Willow's lovely buttocks.
"That's so nice, Tara!" said Willow, relishing this new variation on the delicious helplessness she felt whenever Tara confined her sprite. Of course, she could magically untie the scarves just as easily as Tara had tied them, but she wasn't allowed to do magic without specific permission from Tara or Buffy. "This was such a good idea, we should have done this sooner! I think–"
Tara put a finger on Willow's lips with a gentle smile. As a sprite, Willow could not speak. So it wasn't necessary now either. Tara lifted her own panties off the floor. They were moist from making out with Willow earlier. She balled them up and pushed them into Willow's mouth. Willow's eyes smiled and she lay her head back down on the sheets, silenced.
Tara knelt down between Willow's spread legs and kissed her round behind. Then licked, leaving shiny trails of saliva. Tara's tongue found the cleft under Willow's left buttock, and worked its way inward from there. Willow tried to raise her hips, but had little leverage to do so. Then she felt herself floating off the bed: Tara was levitating her. Tara could only raise her lover abut a foot before the scarves pulled taught, but that was enough to let her kiss both of the openings she sought. Alternating between them with her tongue, she continued the foreplay that had begun before Dawn barged in. Then she moved forward to rest her chest on Willow's buttocks like a pillow, and her face along Willow's lower back. She stroked Willow's thighs, squeezed her breasts, and pulled downward on the nipples–not gently, but not too painfully. Then she collapsed.
Tara's body lay slumped over Willow's lower back, and as her sprite raced over Willow's entire body, she maintained the levitation as well. Willow was unable to kiss, but Tara traced her mouth with her sprite. Then she glided down along Willow's belly to finish bringing the witch to orgasm. She teased Willow's anus with her sprite, bringing forth muffled squeaks from the girl. Willow felt shockingly invaded–a sprite was so much more intimate than a finger or even a tongue–but she loved it. Then, at last, Tara entered her vagina, stimulating her inside in ways no one else would ever understand. When she at last moved to Willow's clitoris, and felt the hot, wet flesh folding over her sprite as it circled there rapidly, she could also feel Willow's body under hers, heaving and shaking in the air as she came. Her broken scream was quite audible despite the panties in her mouth.
Willow felt herself sink back to the bed, but Tara's sprite did not leave her genitals for some time. Tara loved all the ways that her lover's genitals could change, and today she wanted to see and feel Willow's petals close over her sprite, ever so slowly, as her arousal faded.
Eventually, Tara returned to her body, and Willow supposed she would be freed or ungagged, in order to pleasure Tara in return. But Tara simply climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and ears, stroking her arms and her fiery hair. Willow eventually felt wetness seeping onto her buttocks from Tara's sex, and knew that Tara was still highly aroused from Willow's earlier oral attention. When Tara finally decided she wanted to climax herself, she ground her sex wetly against Willow's right buttock, grunting in ecstasy, and letting out a sharp hiss of passion at the end.
Tara continued to lie on top of Willow for some time, not moving, simply holding her lover tenderly beneath her. Willow loved Tara's mass holding her down even more than she enjoyed the release that being bound brought. But she could not respond, and Tara was just lying there. It was nice, but... had Tara forgotten she could not move? Willow pushed Tara's panties out of her mouth with her tongue. "What now?"
"Now we cuddle like this," Tara whispered in Willow's ear. "And then maybe we start all over again!"
"You know what you do to me, don't you, Tara? I'll do anything you–" Willow's babbling was interrupted.
"Willow? Would you like to do a little magic?"
"Sure!" Willow was always happy when Tara gave her permission to do a small spell.
"Why don't you untie yourself."
Willow was slightly disappointed, but she was sure there would be more fun ahead, tied or not. She applied her mind to each knot in turn.
"What spell is that?" she asked finally, her magic unable to budge the knots. Tara had made her point.
"Nothing complicated. You could research it later and find out how to untie them. But, of course, you don't have permission to do that research."
"Oh. Wow." This was more like having her sprite bottled than she had realized. And Willow was suddenly aroused all over again.
"If you're good, I'll let you flip on your back next time. But this really isn't quite like caging your sprite... I think we need a little something more."
Willow watched curiously as Tara leaned over the side of the bed and returned with the box the purple scarves had come in. There were two scarves left.
"Why six of them?"
Tara picked up her balled-up panties, now soaked with Willow's saliva, and used them to mop her own juices from her crotch and thighs. Then she stuffed them back in Willow's mouth. Deeper this time, but they were thin and could fit. She gagged Willow with another scarf tied behind her head, holding the panties in her mouth. Willow savored the taste of Tara, wishing her mouth were free to seek out more of the same. Her eyes looked questioningly at the final scarf. And then she couldn't look anywhere at all: Tara had used the scarf to blindfold her. That was a step beyond what Tara did with Willow's sprite: at least then, Willow could watch what was happening.
"Any more questions, Pussy Willow?" Tara whispered sweetly in Willow's ear, kissing the base of her neck. The redhead shook her head helplessly, and let her head fall back to the mattress. She felt Tara move off of the bed. And then she neither heard nor felt anything for several minutes. Willow did not know it, but Tara was standing nearby, admiring the bound form of her lover and masturbating with her hand. And to think that Willow once had treated her with no respect at all!
Willow waited. And waited. There were some slight wet sounds, but she could not identify them. Eventually she wasn't sure if Tara was still in the room or not. Tara? You there still? She thought. But there was nobody to receive her thoughts. Tara had either slipped out silently, or else... she was blocking telepathy. Of course. That was it. Not much point in a gag otherwise! The tiny wet sounds continued, and Willow assumed that Tara was still nearby. She waited patiently–what else could she do?
Suddenly, Willow gasped behind the gag. A warm wet finger had slipped inside her anus without warning.
Tara's thoughts sent the same message Willow's body already understood. I love you.
Buffy and Faith spent the next day together, not talking or thinking about Elise, the Council, or the Oracle. They went out for breakfast, went for a walk, talked, and laughed. But mainly they stayed in Faith's apartment, making love or simply snuggling.
Eventually they decided they had better go find some lunch. "Can we make a stop at the graveyard?" Faith suggested as they locked up and left, "I want to get something I left at work."
Buffy seized the opportunity. "Actually, why don't I get us lunch while you do that? I'll have it all ready when you get back."
Faith shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind walking... see you soon, my love!" She kissed Buffy for the first time in broad daylight, for all the world to see, and waved happily as Buffy drove away.
At the cemetery, Faith located the small bundle she had buried along with her earnings, and removed it before concealing the hole again. She checked in briefly with her boss, who had nothing urgent for her to do, and hurried back home. Buffy's car was parked outside her apartment again. Faith wondered what romantic, candlelight lunch Buffy had prepared for them.
But her apartment was dark inside. No candles, no lights even. The afternoon sun did not reach the narrow windows, so they let in very little light. There was no feast spread on the table, just a single jar that might have been there for weeks for all Faith could remember. Buffy sat stretched on the bed wearing only a bra and panties. It looked as though she had shopped for underwear rather than food: instead of the white garments she had worn the previous day, these were brown, and oddly heavy-looking in the dim light.
"Buffy?" said Faith, perplexed.
"I didn't get anything fancy, I hope peanut butter is OK."
"Um... sure, that's fine..." Faith put her bundle down and sat beside bed. The smell of peanut butter was strong in the air. Faith was about to point out the lack of bread when she got a closer look at Buffy's new lingerie. It was not underwear at all! Buffy had instead spread peanut butter over her intimate areas. Faith gasped. "You sexy thing! How did you know...?" Food and sex were an excellent combination, in Faith's opinion.
Buffy smiled slyly. "I have my sources."
"You've been talking to Willow, haven't you?"
Buffy shrugged evasively. "Why don't you get out of those nasty clothes and I'll help you into something more appropriate."
Faith undressed obediently, having forgotten all about the item she had retrieved from the graveyard. She stood patiently as Buffy took the peanut butter and a plastic spreader and decorated her breasts, behind, and genitals. The squishy, sticky feeling of the peanut butter in her private creases was highly arousing. Removing it would take some careful tongue work.
But before they could eat, Buffy's outfit needed some more work. It had begun to ooze from her body heat, and Faith enjoyed re-shaping it for her. Buffy had also left her buttocks bare so she could sit on the bed, and now she bent forward over the table to allow Faith to complete her "panties." When this was complete, Buffy laid the shower curtain over the bed–easier to clean–and posed sexily on her side.
Faith lay beside her and slowly began to lick one breast clean, paying special attention to the nipple. Buffy stroked her hair and ears, breathing rapidly. Faith could not help speeding up in her passion, and Buffy had to catch her head between her hands and stop her from moving on to the other breast while Buffy remained hungry.
Buffy lifted Faith to all fours and took her turn, starting at the base of Faith's spine and eating her way between the dark Slayer's legs to her begging lips. "My God, Faith!" she exclaimed breathlessly between licks, "this is incredible." Faith could only grunt softly in response.
Eventually, nearly every bit of peanut butter was gone from the girls' bodies, and they were satisfied for the moment in every way. Buffy had wrapped her legs partly over Faith's back when receiving oral pleasure, and Faith had felt a little panic in spite of herself. But Buffy had not locked her legs together, and Faith had remained calm.
Afterwards, still nude, the Slayers lay side by side, hands clasped and faces messy. "Do you know how much fun that would be after Slaying?" Buffy commented dreamily.
"I have some idea... thanks to Willow," said Faith, eyeing Buffy for signs of jealousy but finding none. "But two Slayers... that will be something else!"
"Sometime I will think up something you haven't tried, Faith."
"Buffy... I've never done what we just did."
"Really?" said Buffy, pleased.
"Really. You have a real talent for sex, B! I like all kinds of kinky things... but I can't dream them up the way you do!" Buffy smiled at this. She had thought it would be a long time before she was any good at making love to another woman, much less winning such praise as this.
After resting a while, they went to the kitchen sink to wash their faces and hands, and then Faith presented Buffy with the gift she had been keeping at work until the right moment. "I made this for you... well, I made it for me, really, but now I want you to have it." She handed Buffy a beautifully carved figure just over six inches tall. Heavily armed and athletically built, it could only be a Vampire Slayer.
"It's beautiful, Faith! You really are so good at this!" Buffy turned the figure over in her hands. "This means a lot to me. Is it you, or me?" Then she saw the face, and for the first time in a day she was overcome with sadness. There was no face. Apparently this was neither Buffy nor Faith, but the unknown next Slayer, who would be called when Faith died.
Faith saw Buffy's face fall and hurried to explain. She had never meant this gift to bring sadness. And when Buffy understood, she felt much better. "Thank you so much!" she said, hugging her partner.
The Slayers were still filmed with saliva and small amounts of peanut butter. They went to the shower together, cleaning each other first with their tongues, and then with soap and sponge. And then... with tongues all over again. As Slayers, they could make love again and again and their bodies would not lose the ability to react fully. And on this day, they took full advantage of their special powers.
Eventually it was time for the Scooby meeting. Everyone was just a little bit relieved when they walked in–Mrs. Betts, especially, feared that the two had run away together. Well... almost everyone was relieved: Dawn realized that she'd been hoping they would never appear. She had fantasized in the night about getting a phone call from them, from somewhere safe and far away, promising to come and get her one day soon, to join them in their happiness.
Buffy and Faith would have given anything for just another week together like this–a day, even. But when Spike hurried into the meeting late and relayed his news, the Slayers knew that time was up. Elise had been found, and they would slay her tonight. Faith's trial was about to conclude.
Continue to Episode 31 – Judgment.
The vampire lay on an embalming table, wearing a black nightie and staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She looked as beautiful as ever, and twice as small and vulnerable. Faith wanted to touch her. No! She thought, and focussing her mind on Buffy instead, she maintained control for the moment.
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