“How dare she. Jesus, I could kill her sometimes,” she muttered.

‘Yeah right, Faith,” she said to herself, ‘you want to kiss her not kill her.’

Buffy had done her best again to piss Faith off as much as she could.

* * *

All night at the Bronze Buffy had laid into Faith with her sarcastic remarks, making cutting comments from everything like the way Faith dressed. . .“like she was looking for a whole shit load of trouble” to how immodest the younger slayer was about her sex life.

‘At least I have one, blondie,’ Faith had thought.

Buffy had taken great pride in telling her wanton counterpart that sleeping around didn’t make you a better person, and that it just meant you were lacking something in you’re life.

‘I could have told ya that, sweetheart. I know precisely what I’m lacking,’ Faith mused.

Buffy had ensured that Faith knew exactly what she thought about the guys she had ‘dated’. In fact there wasn’t one guy that Buffy hadn’t torn strips off. And when she had found out that Faith had also slept with a woman, well, Buffy had practically turned green as she mocked Faith for her diabolical tastes in both sexes.

She wasn’t happy at all with Faith, and at first Faith had no idea why. She really wasn’t prepared for Buffy to be suddenly so. . .jealous?

It had been staring Faith in the face all along. Buffy, the cute, fast talking, smart assed little firecracker was jealous. She wanted Faith to herself.

As the realisation sank in Faith wondered just what it was she could do about it. She was almost certain that Buffy wasn’t at all happy with the way she was feeling. That’s why she was acting so pissed at the younger girl.

‘It must be screwing her up inside,’ she thought.

To want someone when everything inside you is telling you it’s wrong; telling you that you must be crazy for wanting someone so opposite to you yet so similar. Another girl. . .and not just any girl. A fucked up, flunked out, hard talking bitch, with a body to die for.

Faith stood in front of Buffy grinning that lusty grin of hers, knowing now that the seemingly coy little slayer secretly loved it. And it was really starting to irritate Buffy.

The rest of the scoobies had already grown tired of Buffy’s bitching and had begun to talk amongst themselves, leaving the slayers to it.

“What are you grinning at, Faith?” Buffy asked. She was on edge now.

“Oh, nothing much, B. I just realised something is all.”

“Yeah well, good for you, remind me to throw you a party to celebrate, but do you mind? You’re creeping me out.”

“Is that all, blondie?” Faith asked smugly.

“I have no clue what you’re going on about now, Faith. And don’t call me blondie. It’s not like I’m gonna burst into a chorus of ‘Atomic’, or ‘Hanging on the Telephone’, or. . .or. . .”

“Ok, babbling now, sweetheart,” Faith pointed out.

Faith couldn’t help but wonder just what those now pouting lips tasted like and she subconsciously ran the tip of her tongue over her own eager lips. Buffy’s pupils expanded to twice their normal size and she quickly looked away from the brunette, pretending to find the nearby wall riveting.

‘Got you, B,’ Faith said to herself. ‘Damn, you want me just as much as I want you. Now I’ve just gotta find a way for you to admit it.’

“Ok, B, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to call you that again, cutie. Do you want another?” She gave her bottle a shake and flashed Buffy a dazzling smile before the older girl could object to being called anything other than her actual name.

Buffy looked a tad confused at first; after all, Faith just wasn’t the kind of girl to go around buying people drinks for no reason. Nevertheless, Buffy accepted.

Faith ran a provocative hand through hair long dark hair and slowly made her way to the bar. Two very intrigued green eyes followed her all the way as she gave Buffy a nice show of her sexy strut.

Faith returned carrying four large shots of tequila.

“I can’t drink those, Faith.”

“Sure you can, hon. You just lift the glass and knock it back. Easy.” The taller slayer wiggled her perfect eyebrows at Buffy.

“For you maybe, but not all of us are so used to alcohol.” She gave Faith her best holier than thou look, but continued to drink her bottled beer.

“I hate to break it to you, B, but you ain’t drinking fruit juice there.” Faith gestured towards Buffy’s drink.

The pouting blonde narrowed her eyes and sighed. “Ok, if that’s the way you wanna play it.” With that, she picked up a glass and downed it in one.

Faith would have loved to have had a camera to record Buffy’s reaction. She looked like she was gonna hurl as the liquor burned its way down her throat.

She smirked and downed both her glasses one after the other. “Come on, B, you’re getting behind.”

“Jesus, F, were you born in a brewery?”

“Hey, don’t even think shit like that around me.”

‘That’s a raw nerve,’ she added to herself.

Buffy knew - more or less - that Faith’s mother was an alcoholic.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Buffy finished off her other glass with less of a disgusted face.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Faith said and gave Buffy one of her sexiest smiles. It wasn’t lost on the older slayer.

Buffy blushed almost imperceptibly, but Faith caught it and leaned in a little closer to her prey.

“See, you never know what you might like ‘till you’ve tried it.” Her lips were almost touching Buffy’s ear, she could smell the heat coming from the smaller girl.

Heat mixed with whatever sweet smelling shampoo she had used before coming out that night. It was intoxicating and Faith lingered there a little longer than was necessary or prudent.

Buffy began to turn her head slightly towards Faith, almost as if she was about to kiss her. But then reality must have hit home as she lightly pushed the brunette away from her, licked her lips and with a slightly drunken smirk said. “Don’t even go there Faith. I know what you’re trying to do. Get me drunk, have your way with me, then tell everyone about it; like a trophy screw or something. Well it’s never gonna happen. For one thing I’m straight, and another. . .I’m way out of your league.”

‘Ooh, way to fucking hit me in the gut, B. . .which stands for bitch right at this minute,’ Faith said to herself.

Faith visibly tensed up, her eyes practically shooting fire before eventually giving way to the dejection behind it. She said nothing as she shook her head in disbelief at Buffy’s cruelty and stormed out.

* * *

Faith had practically ran all the way back to the motel, more in an effort to burn off her anger than anything else, but it hadn’t worked. She was still seething, and not just that. . .she was upset.

She could tell that Buffy was feeling - at least to some extent - the same way she was. It was obvious now that she thought about it. All the lingering looks and the beaming smile whenever Faith entered the room. Trying to spar without actually touching, which was incredibly difficult. And now the jealousy.

Faith knew what it all pointed to because she had watched herself do all those things too. It was so frustrating.

As the brooding brunette paced up and down her small motel room she thought about all the possibilities; all the things she could do with her new found insight into Buffy’ s secret desire. She stopped dead in the middle of the room and ran a hand through her hair. It was clear something had to be done. Someone had to take a risk.

Faith was in no doubt after tonight’s little “I’m straight” outburst, that Buffy would never be the one to take the first step. At least not without a little push. . .or great big kick up the backside.

‘And what a fucking amazing backside it is,’ Faith thought with a grin.

She resolved to go for broke, and if it didn’t work, well what the hell. . .it’s not like she was best buddies with the little slayer and her gang of hangers on. Things probably wouldn’t change that much. Ok, she might just be putting her pride on the line here, but she was already falling for Buffy.

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t,” she mumbled.

With her mind made up she picked up her discarded jacket and headed out the door towards Buffy’s house. It wasn’t too far to walk and at least it would give Buffy plenty of time to get home.

It was a nice night with plenty of stars out; the moon was low and casting curios shadows. Luckily there was no sign of any vamps. Faith really didn’t want to have to get her hands dirty tonight, she was horny enough already.

As she reached the small path leading to Buffy’s front door she stopped, suddenly totally unsure of what she should do or say. She had come all this way without actually coming up with a plan of action.

‘Fucking moron,’ she chastised, her inner voice being particularly cruel.

She just stood there looking at the front door, looking at her shoes, running her hand through her hair. ‘Shit, this was a mistake,’ she thought. Just as she was about to turn and leave she heard the door open.

“Faith? What are you doing?” It was Buffy. She must have seen Faith through the window.

Faith continued to be rooted to the spot. ‘Do something you idiot. What are you just standing here for? She’s gonna freak n call the cops in a minute,’ she said to herself.

She eventually shook herself out of the coma she had slipped into and slowly made her way to the doorway.

Buffy had most of the door in front of her, with just her head and shoulders visible. Faith realised that she was practically cowering behind the flimsy piece of wood. She looked almost scared.

‘Say something sensible. . .now. Come on, Faith, she looks terrified,’ Faith prompted herself.

“Hey,” Faith said finally ‘Well it’s a start I guess Einstein.’

Buffy looked more puzzled now than anything, but she came out from behind the door at least.

“What are you doing here, Faith? If you’ve come for an argument forget it, I’m tired.”

“No, that’s not why I’m here. But I would like to talk to you.” It was the best plan Faith could come up with given the circumstances. Although she was never one for heart to hearts she hoped that Buffy would at least hear her out.

Buffy stepped aside and gestured for Faith to enter. The younger slayer waited for Buffy to indicate which room to go to and was relived when she made her way into the living room, and not upstairs to her bedroom. She followed and sat herself on the edge of the couch as Buffy sat as far away as she could on a comfy chair.

Faith didn’t have a clue where to start. She didn’t have a clue what it was she was going to say let alone how to begin. It was definitely looking like a big mistake now. All the wind had been taken out of her sails. It probably had a lot to do with how uneasy Buffy seemed. The blonde girl was tense and unusually quiet.

Faith took a deep breath and went for it. ‘It’s time to tell,’ she thought.

“I’m sorry about earlier. Running out I mean,” Faith began.

Before she could say anymore, Buffy interrupted.

“I need a drink. Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t have any more after you left. Do you want one? I know my Mom has something in one of the cupboards.” She got up but continued her nervous babbling. Faith followed her into the kitchen. “She won’t mind if we take a little, she probably wouldn’t even notice. It’s not like she ever really has a drink, I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that, or not. Great, Vodka. What is that doing in there?”

Faith reached out and put her hand over Buffy’s as it gripped the bottle on the counter.

“Buffy, slow down.” She gave the blonde one of her best non-sexual smiles, which was a lot more difficult than it sounded in her case.

Buffy gave her a nervous smile back, and Faith was amazed that she hadn’t whipped her hand out from under her soft grip.

“Sorry, I’m speed talking aren’t I? Must be catching it from Willow.”

“Well it’s lucky there are no cops around ‘cause you’d have gotten a ticket for sure, B”

Buffy looked down shyly. Then she must have realised where her hand was, or rather where Faith’s hand was on top of hers. She delicately eased her grip off the bottle and began to busy herself getting glasses.

‘At least she didn’t fling me across the room for touching her,’ Faith said to herself.

She began to think that just maybe she would get somewhere tonight. Maybe they could admit to each other just what they were feeling. Buffy handed the brunette a drink; Vodka and coke. Not her favourite but it would do. She took a sip and gave the other slayer a questioning look. It was very strong.

“If I didn’t know better, B, I would say that now it’s you trying to get me drunk.”

Buffy opened her mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it as she frowned and made her way back into the living room.

‘Way to go,’ Faith said silently, kicking herself. ‘Why can’t I just keep my big mouth shut?’

Faith followed Buffy into the other room and got stuck trying to decide whether or not to take a seat next to her on the couch, or do what Buffy had done earlier and plumb for the chair. She decided the couch would work best.

“Faith, I’m sorry about earlier. I was being a bitch. It was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

‘Whoa, did the queen B just admitted to being wrong about something? And apologised? I must be in the twilight zone,’ Faith chuckled to herself.

“Well, I’m not gonna say you weren’t being a bitch, but I kinda guessed why. Or at least I think I did,” Faith said. “I might be wrong, but I don’t think I am. It’s just a guess ya know, but I think I know, well. . .”

“Faith? You’re babbling worse than me now,” Buffy pointed out.

Faith grinned at the little giggle she had gotten from Buffy. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but that wasn’t half as bad as you,” she made clear. She gave her a cocky wink then continued before Buffy could get any of her wisecracks in. “We’re getting off subject here, B.”

“I didn’t realise there was one, F.”

Buffy took a drink, almost draining the glass. She was so obviously nervous but Faith decided not to make things worse by pointing it out.

“I came round to set a few things right. About what happened at the club, before I hightailed it,” Faith explained.

Buffy finished her own drink and reached over for Faith's. The brunette smirked slightly but said nothing about it. As Buffy didn’t look like she was going to help out with the conversation Faith carried on.

“You were right about one thing, B. . .you are way out of my league. But the rest of it was wicked wrong.” Faith couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Buffy had sunk down into the chair a little at that, and she had begun to stare at the wall instead of Faith. She realised that maybe it was because she had sounded like she didn’t want Buffy. “Jesus, B, I don’t know how to say this. I don’t even know if I should.”

Buffy continued to glare at the wall.

“Look at me Buffy.”

‘This is it, now or never,’ Faith said to herself.

The adorable blonde finally looked into chocolate brown eyes. She looked so uncertain, afraid even. Faith edged a little closer to the object of her desire as she turned towards her more fully. Buffy was definitely looking like she was on the wrong end of a shotgun now.

“The thing is. . .what you said at the club about me trying to get you drunk. No, look at me.” She gently placed her hand on Buffy’s cheek and coaxed her angelic green eyes back towards her. Replacing her hand on the couch between them, she took a deep breath before continuing with her confession. “I wasn’t trying to get you drunk. Well, I was, but not in the way you think. Well kinda. . .shit. I’m just gonna blurt this out ok ‘cause I’m driving myself crazy here. I like you, B. What I mean is I’m attracted to you. I want you. I’m. . .”

Before she could say anymore Buffy closed her eyes, lowered her head to her chin and sighed.

‘Crap, worst case scenario coming right up,’ Faith thought.

What happened next surprised Faith more than anything had ever done before. . .ever.

Buffy practically whispered her response. “I was really hoping you weren’t going to say that, Faith. . .‘cause now I have to do this.”

Buffy opened her eyes as she slowly lifted her head up to Faith’s level. Then she softly brushed her lips against the younger girls and gave her the sweetest kiss she had ever received.

She pulled back looking a little confused, probably because Faith hadn’t responded. But Faith was temporarily out of commission, she had just overloaded, blown a fuse, taken a one way trip to la la land.

“Faith?”

Faith crashing back to earth with the goofiest grin plastered on her face.

“Faith? I’m sorry, I. . .” Buffy looked worried now.

‘She must think she’s done something wrong, and that is so not true. Fix it dumb ass,’ Faith said to herself.

She bent her head slightly down towards Buffy, but then stopped and looked deep into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever known; the most beautiful eyes of any colour for that fact.

“Can I?” she asked.

Buffy nodded her head in answer. Faith just smiled and continued in her quest.

She gently tasted Buffy’s tender lips, slowly savouring the way they felt against her own. It was exquisite and so delicate. Buffy’s hand came up to the back of her head, her fingers entangling with her long dark hair. Faith cursed herself for forgetting that she also had hands and so brought them up to cup Buffy’s face.

As she did so Buffy increased the fervour of the kiss. It was less gentle now and more needy. They broke for air, then continued on without a word. Both girls were becoming lost in the moment, their breathing increasing along with their desire.

‘Shit, she’s a good kisser. Great even, amazing. . .shut up, Faith,’ she said to herself.

Faith tentatively - for fear of going too quickly - ran her tongue across Buffy’s lower lip. Evidently it wasn’t too quick because Buffy opened the gap a little more to invite Faith in. She didn’t hesitate for a second, cautiously entering Buffy’s mouth with her tongue.

In no time at all the chosen two were exploring each other’s mouths; the need to breathe, to speak or think long forgotten. Faith’s right hand had travelled its way down to Buffy’s hip as her left buried itself into silky blonde hair. Buffy’s hands were in practically the same position as they slid their tongues against each other in a sweet dance that neither of them wanted to stop.

It was Buffy who did eventually stop, her breath ragged from desire and need. She looked into Faith’s eyes, seemingly lost in them, but then something must have dawned on her and her expression changed.

‘Oh no, don’t tell me. Please don’t tell me you just made a big mistake,’ Faith said silently.

“I just realised, my mom could come down any minute,” Buffy said quietly. She looked over to the stairs.

‘So now you want me to go right?’ Faith thought.

“Don’t look so worried Faith. You’re not going anywhere. I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve been stupid and stubborn for too long. Now it’s time for me to take a chance,” Buffy stated.

Faith wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking, but right now she didn’t want to care if it was. Faith was pulling her goofy grin again, feeling too overwhelmed to even think straight.

“You know, I thought you only had two types of smile; sexy and sexier. But now I’ve seen goofy n it’s kinda cute,” Buffy said, gazing at Faith.

That brought Faith out of her daze.

“Cute? I can safely say no ones ever called me cute before.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Buffy nodded.

“Really, B?” Faith raised her eyebrows to give the question a much deeper meaning. She couldn’t stifle the chuckle that escaped at the older girls’ reaction. “Are you blushing, blondie?”

“You know I am. I’m not used to this, I mean you’re a. . .and we just. . .”

“Had the most amazing kiss of my life and I’m really hoping you’re not going to tell me you regret it,” Faith softly said.

Buffy gave the worried girl a reassuring smile. “I don’t regret it. And I won’t regret this.” She leant forward and captured Faith’s lips with her own in a kiss that quickly raced from tender to passionate before either of them could hold it back.

They were both breathing heavily now. Faith could feel her heart racing at twice its normal speed, if not more. Buffy moved her hand up from Faith’s hip, delicately running it along her side, causing the firm muscles to jump in response. She settled it on Faith’s back before retreating from her lips for air.

“God, Faith, you’re good at that.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I mean, that you were good, not me, I mean us. . .”

“Enough with the babbling already, I think we’ve covered that tonight,” Buffy said lightly.

They both broke into genuinely happy smiles and proceeded to just look at each other; making up for all the times they had wanted to but had to look away for fear that the other girl might notice.

“I could just look at you all night, Faith,” Buffy whispered seductively.

“What about your mom?”

“Well I. . .I have a lock on my bedroom door.”

‘You. . .what? Bedroom? Right.’ Faith babbled to herself.

“Unless you were wanting to get back to the motel.” Buffy looked down at the space between them, not that there was much of it.

“No, I’d love to stay. . .with you.”

‘Ok, words are a little difficult right now. The girl I’ve wanted since the day I met her has just asked me to spend the night with her. I’m shitting myself here, with all my experience, none of it is worth crap all right at this minute,’ Faith said internally, panicking.

Buffy extracted herself from the sexy brunette and stood by the couch offering her hand. Faith pushed past her fears, giving in to the need to be with the girl she was falling in love with. She took the offered hand and was lead quietly up the stairs to Buffy’s bedroom.

* * *

The room was just how Faith had imagined it would be, in a word it was girly. It was so very much ‘ Buffy’. She made her way over to the bed and sat down while Buffy locked the door.

‘At least she’s got a double bed,’ Faith said to herself. ‘If she doesn’t want to do anything then I won’t be as tempted. I’ll be able to keep my distance.’

The last thing Faith wanted to do was scare the adorable blonde away by coming on too strong.

They both looked the picture of nervousness as Buffy sat beside Faith, who was busy fiddling with a stuffed toy. The two slayers looked at each other and began giggling; it was the only sane thing to do.

Faith couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She felt like an innocent. Like she’d never had sex before, let alone do something as simple as kiss somebody. But with Buffy it wasn’t simple. It was intense, electric, and getting her horny in the biggest way. More than anyone or anything had ever done before.

“Do you know something, B? You scare the shit outta me.”

“Well, you terrify me. You always have done. I don’t mean in a physical way though ‘cause I could kick your ass.” Faith raised her eyebrows at that. “Anyway,” Buffy continued, “the way you make me feel terrifies me. I don’t think I’ve ever. . .wanted someone as much as you.”

Buffy’s candid words shocked Faith a little.

“What about. . ?”

“Angel? No, I want you more. . .much more,” Buffy confessed.

Ok, now Faith was shocked a whole lot. She shifted herself on the bed until they were facing each other more or less, seeing as they were still nervously perched on the end.

“I feel the same, B. You know I’m not exactly a virgin, far from it. . .but I’ve never felt this before. And I really don’t want to screw this up.”

“Then don’t.” Buffy carefully placed her hand over Faith’s, picking it up so their fingers entwined.

The dark eyes of the sultry slayer looked down to where her hand was being so lovingly caressed. She brought it up to her lips and kissed Buffy’s knuckles. “I’ve never had this before.” Faith indicated their interlocked hands. “That’s why I’m afraid I might screw it up; us up.”

“Faith,” Buffy sighed. “If anything you should be running a mile from me. I mean, just a couple of hours ago I was telling you how straight I was and being such a bitch. I didn’t mean what I said, about me being out of your league. It’s so obviously not true.”

Faith didn’t really want to get in to just how much she thought Buffy was out of her league. She certainly didn’t want to put her off now they had come this far. Instead, she allowed a broad smile to spread across her face to ease the tension.

“So anyway, B. That whole straight thing not working out for ya then?”

“Hey,” Buffy said as she playfully swatted Faith on the arm.

Faith gave Buffy a seriously sexy grin and looked from her down to the bed and back again.

“You still tired, B?” Faith’s voice was low and husky, even more than usual, and Buffy couldn’t help but blush. “Jesus, princess, you’re too easy.”

That gained her another swat on the arm. Her lightning reflexes kicked into action however, and she caught Buffy by the wrist, pulling the smaller slayer closer to her in the process. She licked her full lips, and bent down to capture the waiting mouth in front of her.

Buffy yielded to her own desire, and kissed Faith back with as much passion she was receiving. There was practically electricity passing between them. They were both charged, wanting, needing.

Faith began to cautiously let her hands wander. She passed them over sharp shoulder blades and down Buffy’s back, letting her fingertips trip over well honed muscles. Then she brought her right hand round to the front and softly glided her palm over Buffy’s stomach.

As her hand edged closer to what would ultimately be its destination, she stopped to revel in the sensations of Buffy’s tongue dancing with hers and Buffy’s hands leaving hot trails on her back and sides

‘God, if just kissing her feels this good I’m gonna have to take pity on the neighbours,’ Faith chuckled to herself.

She smiled against the soft lips she was busy teasing as she allowed her hand to continue. Her fingers slid over the material that she really wished wasn’t there right now, and gently took in the soft roundness of Buffy’s breast. She was rewarded with a quickening of the other girl’s breathing and a faint moan into her mouth.

It was all she could do to not pick Buffy up, throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless right there and then. Faith was really hot now, and wet. She could feel it. But she didn’t want to rush this, and she definitely didn’t want Buffy to change her mind.

So she kept her cool as best she could. She rubbed on Buffy’s nipple with her palm; teasing it with her fingertips through the material of her shirt. It was fairly obvious Buffy was enjoying it as she was breathing heavily and alternately sucking on Faith’s tongue and lower lip. Her own hands had now wandered, and were working their way towards Faith’s ample breasts.

Faith groaned as Buffy’s hands found what they had been seeking. She arched into the touch, breaking the kiss as she did so. Electric green eyes locked with dark chocolate ones as Buffy marvelled at the feel of Faith’s nipples growing impossibly hard under her fingertips.

‘Shit, Buffy, I’m gonna come right now if you keep looking at me like that,’ Faith said to herself.

The expression of pure desire on Buffy’s face was overwhelming.

Faith grabbed the older girl’s wrists and brought her hands down between them. Buffy looked a little puzzled at why she had been stopped.

“B, if we keep going I’m gonna want to. . .” She licked her lips at just the thought.

“F, that’s kind of the idea? I may not have a clue what I’m doing but I know I want to touch you all over. Kiss you all over. And fuck you all over my bed. Now.”

“Shit, B, you really know how to turn on the charm. I’m there,” Faith said with a grin.

She was a little stunned at Buffy’s unbridled sexuality but it was certainly working a treat on her libido. She wrapped her arms around Buffy and gave her a searing kiss full of promise and passion. But before she could pull the smaller girl down to lie on the bed, she was stopped in her tracks.

“Wait, I gotta go pee, brush my teeth and stuff. I’ll be two minutes, so don’t go anywhere.” Buffy disappeared into the bathroom.

Faith didn’t think her legs could carry her anywhere they were shaking so much.

‘Jesus, Faith, get a grip. It’s not like you’ve never had sex before,’ Faith said to herself.

But this was different and she knew it. She had never had sex with somebody she was in love with before. ‘Great, so now I’m officially in love and not just falling. I’m so screwed if this all goes to crap,’ she sighed.

She paced around the bedroom waiting for Buffy to reappear, which she did wearing a sleeping shirt and some very short shorts.

“Hmmm, you look good enough to eat,” Faith purred.

Buffy made her way to the bed as Faith strode past her to the bathroom.

“Are you blushing again, princess?”

“I’m refusing to answer that on grounds of. . .just plain cruelty,” Buffy whined.

Faith chuckled at her as she entered the bathroom.

“God, I love you, B”

“What?”

“Shit,” Faith gasped. “I’m going in here now. See? Closing the door.” Faith closed the door behind her and banged her head against it.

‘Crap, crap, crap. Fuck. Stupid thing to say,’ she said to herself, wishing she could take it back.

Faith sat down on the toilette seat and put her head in her hands, thinking that surely Buffy would freak out and ask her to go.

She heard a faint knock on the door. “Faith? You can use my toothbrush if you want. And hurry up.”

Faith wasn’t quite sure if she’d heard her right. ‘She wants me to stay? She’s crazier than I am,’ she mused.

She finished up in the bathroom and tentatively made her way back into the bedroom. It was darker now, with just a table lamp glowing in the corner. Buffy was lying on top of the bed with her arms behind her head, legs stretched out,and looking cute and sexy all rolled into one.

‘How does she do that?’

Faith sauntered over to the bed, praying to every God she could think of that Buffy hadn’t heard her say “I love you”.

Buffy turned to look at her. “Hey, sexy,” she said.

Faith sat down on the edge of the bed, glowing at being called such a thing by someone so beautiful. “Is that what I am?”

“You are to me. . .and nearly every guy who’s ever laid eyes on you, and possibly quite a lot of women too. Dogs, cats, horses. . .”

“Ok, I get the picture.” Faith reached out her hand and began idly running a fingertip up and down Buffy’s thigh. She definitely liked the shorts. “I think you’re kinda sexy too, B. In a cute, adorable, beautiful, and sexy way.”

Buffy sat up slowly and locked eyes with the younger girl. “Faith? I think I’m falling for you. I had to tell you ‘cause. . .well, I don’t want this to be a one night stand.” Buffy was visibly trembling.

“B, you’re shaking, are you cold?” Faith began to move in order to pull the covers over her, but Buffy stifled her actions.

“I’m not cold, Faith. I’m terrified that you’re going to up and leave.”

“Why would I do that?” Faith asked.

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

“Of course I did I’m not deaf,” Faith pointed out. “Are you sure?”

In the sweetest voice Faith had ever heard Buffy answered, “Yes.”

Faith brushed her hand over Buffy’s cheek and tenderly kissed her. She wasn’t sure whether she was ready to officially tell Buffy she was in love with her yet so she hoped the kiss would at least convey some of what she was feeling. It seemed to work as the smaller girl pulled Faith down onto the bed with her.

They lay side by side, kissing each other thoroughly, alternating between soft sweet kisses to deeper more probing ones. Ultimately, though their desire outweighed the need to keep things light. Hands began to roam and tongues danced erotically together, their breathing becoming more and more erratic.

Faith pushed herself up to look down at the gorgeous blonde, one hand resting either side of her head; there was so much need and desire in Buffy’s eyes. She smiled before lowering her face to capture her lips again with her own, tasting as much of the sweetness she could. Buffy’s arms wrapped around her then, pulling Faith more on top of her, causing Faith’s leg to fall enticingly between her thighs. She allowed some of her weight to rest on the girl below her as she gained in confidence, slowly running her left hand up Buffy’s side and across an expectant breast.

Buffy arched her back slightly, pushing more of her ever hardening nipple into Faith’s palm. Faith almost growled with pleasure as she began stroking the little nipple with her thumb. She moved her kisses from sweet lips to an inviting neck, pausing to leave a little mark behind before tasting her way back up to Buffy’s delicate ear. She ran her tongue round the outside, before taking her lobe between her lips and gently sucking on it.

It must have been a particularly sensitive spot for Buffy because she wrapped her arms tighter round Faith’ s back, pulling her even closer, heating each other up even further. Faith’s breath caught in her throat as Buffy’s thigh pushed up into just the right spot. Before she could stop herself she rocked her hips into the exquisite contact, and in so doing pushed her own thigh up between Buffy’s legs. They both let out a soft moan as their need became so much more obvious.

Faith lifted her head to look down at the girl beneath her and gently rocked against her again, the friction making her even wetter than she thought possible, building a fire between her legs. Buffy’s eyes closed as she let out a sigh then began to push herself into Faith’s thigh, slowly building up a rhythm. Faith could feel how wet Buffy was; the thin cotton of her shorts leaving not very much to the imagination. She was lost in the feel of it all. She had her hand on Buffy’s perfect breast, her taste in her mouth, and now the blonde girl was rubbing herself slowly into ecstasy on her thigh, coating her leather pants with her need.

‘Shit, what am I doing?’ Faith asked herself ‘Why the fuck are we still dressed?’

She stilled Buffy’s motion with a hand on her hip; Buffy’s eyes flew open with a look of confusion.

“Was I doing something wrong?” Buffy asked, looking worried.

Faith smiled sweetly at the blonde, regaining control of her breathing a little she shook her head.

“No, B. Everything is so right, apart from the fact I’d really like to get you naked.”

Buffy grinned at that and brought her hand up to Faith's cheek, softly caressing her. “Guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

She sat up, pushing Faith up with her until they were kneeling in front of each other. Buffy brought Faith’s hands to the bottom of her shirt, indicating to the younger girl to undress her.

Faith took a deep breath and lifted the shirt up and over Buffy’s head, discarding it to the side of the bed. Her eyes drifted over Buffy’s exposed chest; her breasts were perfect, not as big as her own but big enough. She stroked her hands down from Buffy’s collarbone until she was cupping both breasts in them, expertly circling the nipples with her thumbs. Buffy was so soft.

The older slayer was having difficulty breathing. She leant into the touch as she brought her lips to Faith’s neck, kissing her softly, then nipping at her with her teeth. Faith had never before felt so turned on. She wanted to race ahead and take Buffy, but she also wanted to make the feeling last forever. It was an exquisite battle of lust and love, and everywhere Buffy touched her or kissed her she tingled.

She realised then that Buffy was attempting to free her of her top. She eventually released Buffy’s breasts in order to raise her arms, allowing the other girl access to her bra, which quickly followed the top onto the floor. Buffy didn’t hesitate in touching her, the desire in her eyes obvious as she looked the younger slayer over.

“Fuck, Faith. . .you’re beautiful.”

Faith responded wordlessly as she urged Buffy onto her back, kissing her passionately as she settled between her thighs. Her breasts lewdly eased onto Buffy's, causing both girls to shudder at the contact. Lust was beginning to win this battle and she could tell that Buffy was also feeling it as she brought her hands to Faith’s leathers, tugging at the top in a downward motion. Faith got the idea and brought her fingers between her legs, reaching for the zipper. As she did so the back of her hand brushed against Buffy’s clothed pussy causing the older girl to groan loudly.

“Faith, I. . .I need you,” Buffy whimpered.

In no time at all Faith had removed the rest of her clothing and quickly whipped Buffy out of her shorts. She could smell the pure desire emanating from Buffy; it was such a sweet aroma and completely intoxicating. She gazed at the beautiful slayer lying in front of her, the evidence of her arousal visible between her legs. Then slowly, she lowered herself on to Buffy. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever had, breast to breast, belly to belly, hip to hip. Sweat mixing as heat coursed through their bodies.

Buffy was trembling at the fullness of the contact. Faith was trembling. It was almost too much as Faith looked into eyes full of love, hunger and need. She closed what little gap there was between them and kissed Buffy deeply. Buffy scraped her fingernails down Faith's back and up again, causing her to groan into her mouth.

She started making her way to Buffy’s breasts with her kisses. Tenderly nipping and licking round the outside of her nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. She tasted so sweet. Buffy pushed up, arching her back slightly as she brought a hand into Faith’s dark hair. She looked up and locked eyes with the object of her desire revelling in all the sensations washing over her as she continued to tease and lick the delicious nipples, being a little less gentle but only enough to arouse and not hurt the other girl.

It was having the desired effect as Buffy was again rocking into Faith, brushing her wet centre into Faith's. She could feel just how wet Buffy was and her own arousal must have been dripping right into the girl below her. The thought drove her wild. She ground herself down into Buffy, craving to feel as much of her as she could.

“Jesus, B. Can you feel how wet I am for you?” she asked huskily.

“Yeah, I can feel it. . .all over me,” Buffy sighed.

She caught hold of Faith's tight ass, increasing the contact as she raised her hips and brought her knees up; effectively opening herself up to the darker girl.

They were sliding against each other now, the contact just enough to stimulate each other’s throbbing clits. They fell into a natural rhythm, their ragged breathing interspersed with increasingly louder groans. They were kissing each other wildly, mouths, faces and necks. The intimacy was incredible and the closeness intense. They were swapping all kinds of fluid between them. Faith wasn’t even sure if this was a legitimate way to fuck another woman but she was enjoying it far too much to care. And she certainly knew Buffy was enjoying it too.

Buffy was close to the edge, her position underneath Faith allowing her more stimulation. Faith didn’t care about her own needs; all she wanted was to give Buffy as much pleasure as she could. She was fucking the gorgeous blonde with her pussy, pressing up against her in a delicious embrace, her long dark hair sweeping over Buffy as she rode her into ecstasy. They were covered in a light sheen of sweat, their nipples rubbing against each other with every movement.

Her own needs temporarily forgotten, Faith concentrated on what she was doing to Buffy, rolling her hips into the other girl with increased fervour. Buffy was moaning loudly now, her breathing giving away her approaching climax. Faith raised herself slightly on her hands, looking down at the beautiful slayer as she continued to fuck her, thrusting her dripping cunt against the blonde girl.

Buffy was bucking wildly into her, matching her rhythm, moaning loudly with the burning contact. She had one arm thrown above her head as her other hand clung to Faith’s hip. She looked beautiful.

Faith pushed a little harder, a little faster, fucking Buffy with abandon as she continued to watch her. Buffy’s eyes met with hers just before they closed tight against the fierce orgasm that took hold of her. She tensed, all her muscles shaking with the release that came crashing out of her. Launching herself up against Faith she practically screamed.

“Faith! Oh, fuck, Faith.” Buffy had tried her best to be quiet, biting her lip in the process, but it hadn’t really worked.

Faith fell back with Buffy as the blonde girl collapsed down into the soft bed, her breathing quick and heavy. Faith attempted to extract herself from the other slayer, not wanting to crush her under her weight, but Buffy clung onto her, keeping her still. They lay there for several minutes, Buffy catching her breath and Faith enjoying the warmth and feel of sweet sticky skin.

Then Buffy shifted herself a little, bringing Faith more to her side than on top of her. She looked into the deep, dark eyes of her new lover and kissed her.

“Faith. . .that was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Faith was in awe, and must have been looking a little lost in her thoughts as she tried to process what had happened.

‘I just. . .made love. . .to the girl of my dreams. That was fucking amazing,’ she said to herself.

“You ok, Faith?” Buffy was stroking her face, looking slightly concerned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make you. . .ya know. I got a little caught up.”

Faith realised that Buffy was still speaking and snapped out of it. The last thing she wanted was for Buffy to think she ought to be sorry for anything. She lifted herself up next to her, resting on one elbow, placing her other hand on Buffy’s stomach.

“B, don’t be sorry. There’s no need. That was just wicked incredible like you said. And I’m so far beyond five by five you wouldn’t believe it. Thank you.” With that she leant down to kiss Buffy gently, conveying all her love. “Plus. . .we haven’t exactly finished.”

Her next kiss conveyed more than just love. It was hot and passionate, rapidly increasing their arousal.

Buffy gave Faith a bit of a shock as she flipped her over onto her back, stretching her nakedness out along the left side of Faith’s warm body. Buffy looked down at the younger slayer and gave her what could only be described as a feral grin. Faith had never seen Buffy use that particular expression before but it was certainly effective. She pulled Buffy’s lips to hers, letting her know exactly what that grin had done. Then Buffy began exploring with her lips and tongue.

First she kissed over her neck, then along her collarbone and shoulders. She finally made her way to Faith’s breasts, teasing her a little before taking an aching nipple into her mouth. Neither one of them could be sure who had groaned louder at the contact. Faith was lost in sensation, her body twitching under Buffy’s hands and lips. The feeling of the slayer’s soft, wet mouth on her nipples was enchanting.

She had never had sex like this before. Usually it would be quick and hard, and ultimately unfulfilling. Even her experience with another woman came nowhere close to this. That had just been a quick fumble in a dark alley. This was. Well, this was beyond words for Faith.

She lay back, enjoying what Buffy was doing to her and allowing her need for fulfilment to steadily rise. Buffy was almost on top of her now as she licked and sucked Faith’s generous breasts, one hand roaming over her stomach and sides while she propped herself up slightly with the other. Faith’s breathing indicated her arousal, and her nails dug into Buffy’s back, leaving her in no doubt as to what she was doing to her.

Buffy was obviously enjoying herself, but Faith was fast losing control.

“B. . .I want. . .” she couldn’t get the words out.

“This?”

Buffy slid her hand down to Faith’s throbbing centre, coating her fingers in the younger slayer’s desire. She was rewarded with a loud moan. Buffy continued to dust kisses over Faith’s breasts, and began lightly rubbing her clit, teasing out soft whimpers from her.

Faith was quickly peaking, having been so turned on by Buffy before hand. Her hips were moving with Buffy’s fingers as she increased the speed, rubbing a little harder now, spreading Faith open to her.

Then just as Faith began trembling, on the brink of her climax, Buffy entered her with two fingers. Faith cried out loudly as the blonde thrust her fingers in and out of her hot, wet hole. She slowed a little, drawing out the pleasure she was giving the younger slayer.

Faith could have sworn she’d died and gone to heaven. She met Buffy stroke for stroke, throwing her head back in pleasure, as she expertly fucked her.

“You’ve done this before,” Faith gasped.

“No, I’ve only ever thought about it. . .with you.”

“Oh God, B. . .harder.”

Buffy increased the pace, pushing harder into Faith. They were both hot and sticky, the heat between them scorching. Buffy rested her forehead on Faith’s, looking down between them and taking everything in.

“You look so fucking sexy, Faith.”

Faith could feel her resolve disappearing, she was ready to let go; ready to give Buffy all of her. And just as she realised she was about to come, Buffy swirled her thumb up over her clit, sending her speeding to the edge. She felt it racing through her from deep within.

“I’m gonna come for you,” Faith gasped.

Her hips flew off the bed to meet Buffy’s hand one last time as her body stiffened, capturing the hand between her legs. Buffy curved her fingers up slightly inside her, hitting just the right spot.

“Shit, Buffy. Oh, yes! Buffy,” she cried.

Faith came harder than she had ever done in her life, letting out an untamed cry of satisfaction. She grabbed on to Buffy, pulling her to her body in a tight embrace as the trembling decreased, leaving her breathless.

Buffy snuggled into Faith’s side, wrapping an arm around her and waiting for her to come back down to earth. She sweetly nuzzled the brunette’s neck as she waited.

Faith could barely think straight. She was attempting to rationalise all those times in the past when she had thought she had a great sex life. She realised now that it had never been great. She’d had a sex life, but that was it. This was great, and it went so much further than sex.

Faith turned on her side encircling the small blonde in a loving embrace. She couldn’t hold back the huge grin on her face as she looked into smoky green eyes.

‘Shit, she looks so sexy after sex. I just know I’m gonna want to constantly keep that look on her face,’ Faith told herself.

“What are you thinking, Faith?”

She kissed the blonde slayer on the forehead. “I’m thinking you are amazing and I just experienced the greatest sex I ever had or could imagine having, and. . .I love you.”

You could have seen Buffy’s smile from space it was that wide and brilliant.

“You do? I mean, I thought I heard you say it earlier, but then I thought it might have been wishful thinking on my part. You know, ‘cause of the way I felt. . .the way I feel. I didn’t want to get my hopes up and scare you off. I. . .”

“B, do we really need to be babbling now? I mean it, I love you.”

“I love you too, Faith.”

Faith softly brushed her lips against Buffy's. It was meant to be tender and sweet, but it soon escalated into a deep and passionate kiss as their tongues began duelling. Faith got a wicked look in her eyes as she ran her hands over the other girls trim body.

‘I’m never gonna get enough of her,’ she thought.

Just as they were preparing to get hot and heavy again there was a knock on the door.

“Buffy?” It was Buffy’s mother. “Are you ok? I heard noises.”

Faith’s dark eyes paled in panic. Buffy put her fingers to the brunette’s lips and answered.

“I’m ok, I just. . .had a nightmare. I’ll speak to you in the morning.”

“Ok, sweetheart.”

Faith heard her scurry away back to bed. They both sighed, barely containing their giggles.

“Faith, you’re really gonna have to try to be quieter. I mean, Jesus, I thought walls were gonna come down.”

“You can say nothing, blondie. I’m almost deaf in one ear ‘cause of you.”

“Yeah? Well I’m sure I can arrange for you not to have that problem again,” Buffy said with a grin.

“Like you can resist me,” Faith chuckled.

The rest of the night was spent peacefully. . .or rather, they spent it trying to be quiet but failing.