The Open Door

Chapter Two

The instant Buffy realised she was being watched she whipped her hand out from under the duvet and pulled the cover up to her chin, hiding her shame. She lay there, wide eyed and terrified at the thought of just how much Faith had seen and heard. Nothing came into her head, no excuse; no pretence that Faith had not just witnessed her fingering herself whilst calling her name.

She lay there stunned. She lay there waiting. Waiting for Faith to do something or say something. Throw something even.

The usually cocky girl said nothing as she turned around and ensured the door was properly closed behind her then walked towards the bed. That’s when Buffy noticed Faith had only a towel wrapped around her. Even in her vast state of embarrassment, she couldn’t take her eyes off the exquisite brunette.

Faith reached the end of the bed, her breathing seemed quicker than usual, the rise and fall of her chest giving her away. Chocolate brown eyes were driving into Buffy's as Faith sensuously licked her lips.

Buffy was enthralled, her embarrassment slowly giving away again to desire. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on. At least not until the point that Faith dropped the towel she had wrapped around her athletic form to the floor, allowing it to crumple at her feet.

Faith stood before Buffy, her skin glistening in the soft light of the table lamp. Small rivulets of water dripping from her damp hair making their way provocatively down between her perfect breasts. Down across the flat plain of her toned stomach, and finally reaching the most intimate part of her breathtaking body. The droplets of water disappeared into the thin strip of dark, closely shaven pubic hair that barely covered the other girl’s sex.

Buffy had subconsciously released the duvet and sat up onto her elbows as soon as the towel had hit the floor. Her green eyes were dark with desire. Her lips slightly parted as if waiting, praying for the moment Faith would save them from obscurity with her own.

She looked over every part of the younger girl that she could see, realising that her fantasies came nowhere near to the real thing. Faith was amazingly stunning, and the hidden power within her body was clear in the sleek outline of slender muscle.

She looked like a dark angel, all dangerous and destructive. Her beauty was like a siren of sensuous promises; a raging fire ready to scorch and burn all that touched it. And right now, Faith was burning for her. For Buffy. The desire in Faith’s eyes matching her own exactly.

Buffy knew right then and there that Faith felt for her what she felt for Faith. Need, longing, lust and love. As if their slayer senses were picking up on everything that wasn’t being said between them, it became obvious that they both felt it all.

The captivated blonde threw back the duvet cover in invitation to Faith. She held her breath, just waiting for whatever came next. Just waiting for something to finally pull them both together the way they always should have been.

Buffy didn’t have to wait long. With a wicked grin Faith began to crawl panther-like up the bed towards her prone form. She looked for all the world like a hunter, closing in on her prey, and the hungry look in her eyes almost scared Buffy. But Buffy also saw a small amount of fear in those chocolate orbs as Faith was probably not quite sure what Buffy’s reaction would be.

As the dark girl crawled her way up, Buffy lay still, just basking in how incredibly sexy Faith looked. Then she came to a halt above her and Buffy took in the sensational sight. Faith was on all fours, hovering above Buffy’s sensitised body, her lithe legs resting either side of her.

Faith’s full round breasts were mere inches from her own, her pussy tantalisingly just out of reach, and her luxurious dark hair - damp from the shower - was hanging down in luscious twirls, tickling Buffy’s shoulders.

Buffy couldn’t quite take it all in, her mind was in overdrive and her pussy was getting slicker with every passing second; her inner walls twitching with their need to have Faith rub up against them deep inside her.

Faith’s eyes were shyly questioning her now. Her lips slightly parted as if waiting for Buffy to make the next move. In fact, Buffy realised that was what Faith was doing. She was awaiting her reaction.

The chosen one reached a hand out and pushed some of the dark hair behind Faith’s ear. She decided that she could no longer be so close to Faith’s delectable lips without tasting them so she shifted her hand, placing it commandingly on the other girl’s neck, coaxing her mouth towards her own.

Their lips met in the softest of kisses, as if they were both just waiting for the spell to be broken. Neither girl dared to do anything but just feel. They were more breathing each other’s air than kissing, as the moment was just too intense to move on from.

But then Buffy decided she had waited far too long for this to let it linger in the awkward stage. She pushed up against Faith with her mouth, deepening the kiss and introducing their lips to each other fully.

Buffy was finally tasting the dark beauty; soft lips sliding against each other, their tongues now duelling in an erotic dance of lust. The kiss was mind-numbing, hot and wet and all consuming. Neither girl could stop themselves moaning into each other’s mouths as they gave in to a need greater than their reluctant nervousness.

Buffy could feel herself getting so wet, so ready for Faith, and her trepidation slowly ebbed away under the skilful demands of the other girl’s succulent lips. Slipping her tongue deep into her willing mouth, Buffy allowed herself to take solace in her fellow slayer.

As soon as they broke for oxygen both girls licked their lips, clearly demonstrating their pleasure at finally tasting what they had both craved for so long. For her part, Buffy had subconsciously, then secretly desired to do that ever since the night of their first meeting. Faith’s lips had always commanded her attention.

They stopped all movement in the quiet of the room, just looking deep into each other’s eyes. Buffy knew for sure she wanted more. After all, Faith was hovering above her naked; those wonderfully soft looking breasts so close, begging for her to touch them.

Her previous attempt at relief had been interrupted and now she needed Faith, as soon as possible, before she came all over with just the sight of the younger girl’s legs spread above her.

“Faith, I want you,” Buffy sighed, confessing her desire.

Faith’s eyes seemed to grow even darker at that. “I know, I can feel it. . .can you? Feel how much I want you, I mean.”

Buffy wasn’t entirely sure if she could feel it, or if it was just wishful thinking. She even thought that maybe it was her own need outweighing everything else.

“I think so.” Her uncertainty was evident.

Faith smiled radiantly at Buffy before delicately kissing her. Then she dispersed most of Buffy’s fears by clarifying her affection. “I want you, Buffy. Always have.”

Ignoring any further implications of the outcome of this night, Buffy couldn’t help feeling glad that they both wanted the same thing. That they were both heading in the same direction for once. It showed on her face, and in her eyes.

Faith sat up taking Buffy a little by surprise, mainly because now Faith’s naked body was in definite contact with her as she rested her weight on her. Faith sat straddling her in all her glory. It was certainly one of those moments Buffy wanted to capture and paste into her imaginary scrapbook of “wow moments” as the stunning slayer sat studying her.

Faith’s wonderful body was just there, awaiting her hands to touch it, her mouth to taste it, her tongue to lick as much of it as she could. And her pussy was right there in front of her, slightly spread before her. It took Buffy’s breath away.

She could make out the faint glistening of Faith’s arousal coating the small amount of pretty pink flesh she could see. Her own tight, sopping pussy convulsed at the thought of her fingers sliding in and out of Faith, fucking her deeply. She had to fight back a moan, biting her lip in the process.

Then her thoughts were interrupted, or rather bulldozed over by the fact that she just realised that if she were also naked, the position of Faith on top of her now would be far more intimate. Their dripping pussies would be seeping into each other.

Without realising she had even willed herself to do it Buffy pushed her hips up a little way, craving more contact with her fellow slayer. Faith groaned huskily, mirroring Buffy’s action, pushing her weight down onto the smaller girl and scenting Buffy’s shorts with her silky juices. They both seemed lost in the thought and idea of how intimate an act it could be, if only. . .

“B, take your fucking clothes off. You’re driving me crazy looking at me like that.” Faith’s voice sounded like sex. Like hard, hot fucking. It was deep and full of need and desire.

She moved to Buffy’s side, giving her room to manoeuvre out of her sleepwear. Buffy wanted to feel Faith against her as soon as possible so she stripped as quickly as she could. Her whole body was tingling in anticipation as Faith looked on, her eyes roaming hungrily over Buffy’s smaller frame.

Now undressed and exposed, Buffy couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate next to the glorious slayer beside her. She had never been one to be naked in front of people willy nilly, but her fears were soon destroyed by Faith’s obvious approval.

“You’re beautiful, Buffy. I wanna just. . .taste you all over,” Faith said huskily next to Buffy’s ear.

They smiled broadly at each other, trying their best to ease each other’s nervousness.

Although it didn’t seem like Faith was quite so nervous now as she swung her leg back over Buffy and reinstated herself on top of her. As soon as they made contact the chosen two groaned in approval, their wet pussies hot against each other.

Faith pressed down and forward slightly, spreading her dripping cunt right into Buffy's. It somehow just felt right to be doing it, like it was stating to each other their trust, and ultimately their overwhelming desire to be as close as they could.

Buffy could feel the delicate kiss of Faith’s wet sex with every inch of her own and she could only describe it as the most intimate thing she had ever felt. Maybe because it was Faith, or maybe because it was another girl; she didn’t know why, she just felt it, and the trickling desire of the other girl dripping into her and mixing with her own juices made her hungry for more.

Buffy pushed up against Faith, tentatively engaging herself in a slow, sensual rhythm with her. She almost lost all coherent thought when their clits collided, intensifying the moaning emanating from both of them. Faith looked absolutely stunning right now to Buffy - well she did most of the time - but right now, sat on top of her and riding her pussy. . .she looked so sexy the blonde girl was having trouble remembering her own name. She was lost in Faith.

The brunette’s long luxurious hair cascaded damply about her shoulders and down her back. Her dark, almost agonisingly beautiful eyes were filled with lust. Her full lips parted slightly in wanton invitation.

An invitation Buffy could no longer allow to just pass her by. She sat up and pulled Faith back down with her into a searing kiss. Their lips were almost bruising each other, their tongues seeking out one another in unbearable longing.

The two slayers, revelling in each other’s nakedness, slid over each other, breasts touching, hips banging together. Faith’s slick sex was close to Buffy’s, slicking the top of her pussy and her stomach with her need. They were sucking in air between kissing and tonguing each other’s mouths hungrily.

Faith lifted herself slightly from Buffy to look down on her soon to be lover. “Fuck, Buffy, you’re an incredible kisser.”

Neither girl could hide their emotions. They were both smiling widely, full of rising expectancy at what would hopefully follow. But then Faith’s demeanour changed a little. She looked almost apprehensive as a thought must have crossed her mind.

“What’s wrong, Faith?” Buffy gently caressed Faith’s cheek with one hand, whilst resting the other on the younger girl’s lower back. She was hoping Faith wasn’t planning on changing her mind about this any time soon.

“Are you sure about this, B? I mean, it’s a big deal. It’s us. . .ya know?”

“I know, and I’m sure. I want to make love to you, Faith. I need to.” Buffy had obviously said the right thing because Faith lowered herself back down with a smile.

They kissed more softly this time, and as Faith positioned herself between Buffy’s legs she wrapped her arms around her, pulling them tight together in an erotic embrace. Their kisses were tender, Faith working her lips all over Buffy’s face and neck. The smaller girl couldn’t help but think it was more than just sex to Faith too, because she was being so gentle with her.

Faith’s hands began to roam Buffy’s body. She glided her strong hand up and down her side, trailing her fingers over her taut stomach and leg. Then she began to move her lips down; wet kisses seeking out Buffy’s breasts.

Buffy arched up into Faith’s mouth as she eventually reached her objective. She languidly circled Buffy’s right breast with her tongue before flicking it over the already hard nipple. Taking the offered nipple into her mouth, Faith sucked, pulling upwards in an exquisite tease between pleasure and pain.

“Faith,” Buffy sighed, just wanting to say the word; the name that she had wanted to utter in such circumstances for so long.

Faith moved to her left breast and subjected it to just as much teasing and sucking; rolling round the nipple with her tongue and taking it between her teeth, causing Buffy to whimper with her growing need. She was pushing up into Faith, her pussy wanting nothing but Faith’s attention. She was so wet now it was spread all over the brunette.

Seemingly reading her mind, Faith began making her way down, licking and biting softly at Buffy and finally reaching the juncture between her strong legs. She placed kisses close to but not on Buffy’s pussy, tickling the sensitive insides of her thighs.

Buffy looked down just as Faith ran the tip of her tongue between her swollen folds. She had never seen anything so sexy before; the dark beauty with eyes sometimes so menacing it scared Buffy now softly exploring her wet folds with delicate caresses had her heart dancing in her chest, and she couldn’t help the pleasurable moan that escaped her lips.

Faith skilfully flicked her tongue over Buffy’s clit, instantly getting a reaction. Buffy was so turned on, so ready for Faith to make all the pain go away and claim her, if only for a short time. She groaned when the delicate caresses became something more definite, designed to take her to the edge that she was so close to already.

Faith’s tongue then dipped lower in the blonde girl’s sopping pussy, hesitating at the brink of her saturated entrance. Then without warning Faith plunged into her as deep as she could go. Faith’s face was buried in Buffy’s pussy, her tongue hot and warm inside her, fucking her.

“God, Faith,” Buffy gasped and moaned, moving her hips in time with Faith’s thrusting tongue, pulling as much of her in as she could.

She could quite truthfully say she had never felt so worshipped and so fully aware of what was being done to her. Faith was snaking her way inside Buffy, spilling her excitement all over her face and chin and Buffy wanted to participate more. She wanted to worship Faith too, to show her how much she craved her and needed her.

“Faith. . .turn around, I want to taste you too.” It was obvious what she meant, or at least thankfully it was to Faith who did as she was told.

Leaving Buffy’s excited pussy for a second Faith turned around. She lifted her leg over Buffy so now she was straddling her, her sweet pink pussy mere inches from Buffy’s face.

Buffy had never been so close to another girl’s sex before, the sight of it - mainly because it was Faith - made her mouth water. She ran her smooth hands over the other girl’s firm backside and encouraged Faith down to her waiting lips and tongue as Faith resumed her assault on her; although now she was going a little slower, waiting for Buffy to catch up.

Buffy slid her hands further down towards Faith’s pussy, allowing her thumbs to reach the outer limits of the desirable offering. She gently spread her drenched lips, opening Faith up to her and allowing her to take in every glistening fold and recess.

She took a little time just to look at Faith, and the slick flow of sweet pussy juice oozing out of Faith literally made Buffy thirsty for it. She breathed in the delicious scent coming from her and knew she would taste incredible. Faith was breathing raggedly now, her tongue continuing to slowly lap at Buffy.

Buffy could wait no longer, lifting her head slightly she ran the tip of her tongue from one end of Faith’s spread pussy to the other, like she was licking a popsicle. She licked right over her, wanting to taste all of her. Then she did the same again, only this time a little harder, dipping her tongue into Faith’s hot pink opening then licking all over.

Faith shivered. “Jesus, B. . .fuck me, please,” she groaned.

Buffy didn’t really need the request; she had never wanted to do something so much her entire life.

She plunged her tongue into Faith, keeping the tight pink hole open with her thumbs. She wanted to be deep inside her new lover, she wanted to drink her in and she was. Thrusting her tongue in and out of Faith, Buffy was rewarded with now constant moaning that was vibrating across her own pussy, which was being equally as stimulated.

Both girls thrust into each other, whimpering and moaning, unable to contain their delight in the other’s skilfulness. Faith tasted so good, her constant flow of silky excitement oozing into Buffy’s mouth. They were both getting closer to the edge, closer to finally being together. As one.

Faith removed her tongue from Buffy’s opening, causing the smaller girl to lament the loss before crying out as Faith pushed two fingers up deep inside her as she took her clit between her lips and sucked.

“Oh. . . fuck, Faith.” She slipped her thumb down to Faith’s own clit and began stroking with abandon, wanting the younger girl to explode in her mouth as she shoved her tongue back into her pussy.

They were lost in each other, in taste, touch and sensation. Years of hurt drifting out of their trembling bodies, dripping away with the sweat and silent tears. Buffy wasn’t concerned about the noise they were making, she was too busy enjoying the younger girl and being thoroughly fucked in the process, her tight walls expanding to Faith’s demanding fingers as they drove in and out of her.

“Oh, Fuck, B. . .I’m coming.” Faith clamped her mouth onto Buffy, sucking and flicking her tongue over her clit.

She wasn’t the only one coming. Buffy moaned loudly, the sound reverberating around them.

Both slayers quivered for one last time, spurting their sticky fluids all over each other as they came, taking each other to the heights of passion more than once as the waves of pleasure raced through them both.

Buffy licked at the profuse amount of Faith’s essence pouring from her pussy, letting it run down her throat. She was high on Faith’s creamy come. High on Faith; her dark slayer.

Faith finally collapsed down onto Buffy, the last spasm shivering through her. She somehow managed to move back around and lie next to Buffy, swiping gently at her falling tears.

“You ok, B?” Faith looked full of concern, her dark chocolate eyes sweeping over Buffy’s face.

“Faith, I’m more than ok. Thank you. . .you’re. . .” Buffy couldn’t find the words to finish her sentence as she noticed - through her tears - gold flecks dancing in Faith’s eyes.

She fell even further in love with Faith right then and there; her heart skipping a beat at the love she finally found in those beautiful eyes and the sensuous smile she was now receiving. Words would never express how she felt right now so Buffy enveloped the other girl in her powerful arms and kissed her, attempting to relay her feelings, her heart.

They continued to kiss and caress each other as the night closed in around them, not wanting the moment to pass. Buffy was afraid if she were to fall asleep she would wake to find it had all been a dream. She wanted it to be real, no matter what the outcome; she wanted to know they had moved past all the pain they had once caused each other. She was happy - despite everything - in Faith’s arms.

She was happy and fast falling asleep along with her breathtaking new lover. Snuggled in close to Faith, breathing her in with the remnants of their lust coating them both, Buffy finally found some peace.

The End



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