Part Seven
Did I Fall For You, Or Was I Pushed?
The old cabin was almost buckling under the sudden
outburst of tension that filled the room. But far from it being a bad thing, as
far as Faith was concerned it was all good. She thrived when it came to sexual
tension. She enjoyed it even. Especially when it involved her and Buffy, as it
so often did.
As she awaited Buffy’s answer, Faith ran her hand
through her hair. Not in a nervous gesture, but in a flirtatious one. She knew
exactly what it would do to Buffy, as she had noted her reaction to such a move
before.
Buffy’s eyes were immediately drawn to Faith’s neck. . .then, more often than not, Buffy would check out
her cleavage. She was doing her best not to, but Buffy was now definitely
finding it harder to look Faith in the eye.
“I. . .um, I didn’t. . .” Buffy stuttered, panicking that she
might say the wrong thing again.
It wasn’t helping that for some reason she was finding
it incredibly difficult not to stare at Faith’s tight top, and of course the
fact that her breasts looked incredibly. . .
“You were saying, B?” Faith was holding in her
amusement at Buffy’s inner battle, but her lips were curled up in a delicious
smirk.
Buffy had to quickly decide how she was
going to react to this. Faith had out played her and she was struggling to come
up with an answer that wouldn’t make the other girl think she wasn’t interested
at all, but then also reassure her that she was. Buffy was getting confused.
“Don’t worry, Twinkie. I wasn’t about to
pounce on ya.” Faith gave Buffy a break and got up to
replenish their stash of beers, chuckling to herself
as she went.
Fumbling around with the warm bottles and
some more munchies, Faith watched her friend as she sat oblivious by the fire.
Buffy was busy playing with one of Faith’s heavy boots that she had kicked off
earlier, toying with the lace almost wistfully, with a concentrated expression
on her face.
It was a simple act but spoke volumes to
Faith for some reason. For one thing, most people usually couldn’t stand to be
any less than at least ten meters away from her boots. It wasn’t that her feet
smelled all that bad, but she did have a tendency never to take the hard
wearing shoes off. It made her smile to think of just how much Buffy must
really like her.
And she was almost certain she had detected
a hint of disappointment coming from Buffy when she had stated that she wouldn’t pounce on her. That notion
gave her a whole load of new indecent thoughts. Mostly about being a little
dominant with her coy friend. Faith made her way back over to
Buffy, sitting about as close as she could to her without actually sitting on
top of her.
The two girls drank some more, and talked
some more. Mostly just small chitchat about this and that, as neither girl
seemed to want to get too heavy with the conversation again. They were enjoying
just being in each other’s company too much, without the constant threat of
vampires or demons, or the scoobs getting in the way.
For that, Faith was immensely grateful. And
even though she didn’t want to admit it, so was Buffy. The topic did stray to
talk of the little Buffy brigade, however; mostly because Faith was gently
poking fun at them. She only did it because it never failed to annoy the cute
blonde.
“So, you and Xander never got pelvic then?” Faith wiggled her eyebrows at Buffy and threw
a little demonstrative body language in because, as much as she denied it,
Buffy clearly liked it when Faith talked with her body in the way she did.
Faith knew the answer to her question would
be no, but found herself unable to resist irritating her with the assumption.
She liked nothing more than pressing extreme reactions from people.
“Of course not. I mean, he’s like.
. .well, my brother. I know you ‘did’ him, but come on.
. .I’m so not going there,” Buffy assured and shook her head. She could tell
she was on the wrong side of sober now, because usually a question like that
from Faith would irritate the hell out of her.
“Yeah well, I was post-slaying horny. Like
I said though, I don’t really go for doing things like that anymore. Kinda gets
boring after more than your share of useless screws.” Faith leant her head on
her hand, resting her elbow on the worn cushion of the couch. She was almost
completely facing Buffy with her entire body, and the two girls were
subconsciously sat in almost the exact same position.
“Useless?” Buffy focused intently on the
dark beauty in front of her.
“Yeah, useless is not even the word,
girlfriend. Most guys haven’t got a clue. Even trial and error eludes most of em. Man, I get sick of telling them that foreplay is not
paying for the cab,” Faith said, then took a swig of beer.
Buffy also took a swig, trying to match
her.
Buffy normally shied away from talking
about sex, especially with Faith, because she was inclined to get turned on and
jealous at the same time. Which did nothing to help her out
in the confused stakes. Right now though, it was like she didn’t have a
choice, as her mouth was working on the distinct impression that it didn’t need
the services of her brain.
“So, why do you do it then.
. .if it’s crappy, and not doing anything for you?” Buffy asked. She didn’t
have a great deal of experience when it came to sex.
“Because I can, and it’s not all bad. Not
if you know how to work it in your favour. But then. .
.I guess things are changing for me, and I don’t waste my time on it anymore.
Well, not as much.” Faith looked away into the dwindling fire.
She wasn’t really keen on the idea of
getting into this conversation right now. She didn’t want to reveal too much to
Buffy, but she didn’t want to lie to her or mislead her either.
Buffy smiled softly at Faith, liking the
idea that she was no longer sleeping around so much. She loved the whole bad
girl image, but hated not being the one Faith would make her way home with on a
night. Even if she had only just admitted that to herself, it was clear she had
always felt that way. She wondered what the reason was behind Faith’s change.
“If you don’t mind me
asking.” Not that she
was going to give Faith a choice. “Why are things changing for you? Is there. . .a boyfriend now?” Buffy asked, repeating “please
say no, please say no” over and over in her head.
You would have thought that a close friend
would have known that kind of information. But Faith was not what you could
call a normal close friend. She never gave things like that away to anybody.
Everything had to be a struggle with Faith. A battle of wills
almost.
On the one hand it would irritate Buffy,
but on the other she secretly liked it because it gave Faith an air of mystery
that she was powerless to stop being attracted to. Buffy was drawn to Faith’s
hidden depths like a moth to a raging inferno.
“Hey, I’m done with this conversation. You
need to work harder at entertaining me, B. Getting bored here,” Faith grinned
and emptied her bottle, placing it on the pile by her feet.
Faith didn’t want to participate anymore in
Buffy’s attempt to get information out of her. She avoided acknowledging the
mock scowl coming her way.
“Bored?” Buffy was trying her best to look
annoyed but it was coming out a lot less effective than she desired, even if
she was a tad pissed off that Faith hadn’t made it clear if she was seeing
somebody else right now or not.
So she was doing her best to give Faith the
evil eye, but failing miserably. Being annoyed at Faith could be fun sometimes
however, because it would often lead to bantering, which would then lead to
teasing, playful insults, and sometimes to what could only be described as
physical contact of the play-fight type. And Buffy liked that. She liked it a
lot.
“I’ll give you bored,” Buffy huffed.
***
Buffy lunged towards Faith, cutting out the
tiresome middle bits of the bantering and the teasing and getting straight down
to the physical. Faith fell backwards with the small blonde on top of her; the
sudden onslaught catching her totally by surprise, as Buffy began tickling her
with abandon.
Faith loved the play fighting they would
sometimes indulge in. More and more often it’s what their sparring sessions
would turn into. They would tumble around at Giles’ disapproval with no real
conviction to beat each other or get the upper hand.
Long ago, Faith had realised that it was a
great way to get close to Buffy on a physical level without it being too
violent, or too sexual. Although, it was nearly always bordering on sexual play
other than anything else.
She loved the way they would push against
each other to get the power position on top. More often than not Faith would
allow Buffy to take the position, because she loved the other slayer sitting on
her, looking triumphant and taking control. It turned Faith on to no end.
But that was play fighting, and right now. . .she was being thoroughly tickled, and that wasn’t
something she allowed without at least a little bit of a fight. Mainly because she was extremely ticklish. Thankfully, only
Buffy knew it. Although at present Faith wasn’t being thankful for that at all.
“Hey. That is so not fair,” Faith whined
uncharacteristically.
Buffy usually gave Faith more warning if
she was going to attack her, so the sudden and unexpected lunge now had Faith
pinned under her as she straddled her. Her arms had been raised above her head
and were being held in Buffy’s grip, as she tickled her with her free hand.
“Not fair? But calling me boring is?” Buffy
hit the spot on Faith’s side that always, without fail, got the other girl
squirming around and almost peeing herself.
“I didn’t call you boring. Aww, come on, B. I promise I didn’t,” Faith gasped.
The normally controlled and cool slayer
couldn’t hold still, or stop giggling, making it impossible to push Buffy off.
Faith jerked her hips up into the other
girl to try and dislodge her, or at least make her lose her grip, but all it
really managed to do was cause a certain amount of friction right where she
desired it most from Buffy. Right where it felt good. Really good.
After a minute or two Buffy reduced her
tickle to almost a mild stroke, her eyes closing and lips parting as if she was
feeling something that was completely distracting her. Faith looked down
between them, to realise her crotch was pushed up right into Buffy; and Buffy
was rubbing herself almost imperceptibly on her.
Faith didn’t want to move, react, jump up
and tear Buffy’s clothes off and fuck her on the floor of the dusty old cabin.
No wait, she did want to do all those things, but she didn’t dare. Buffy was
currently in a world of her own, and Faith was far too busy enjoying what she
was doing to her and on her to want to pull Buffy out of it. She cautiously
rolled her hips up in time with Buffy, unable to resist the temptation. And now
they were both softly rubbing their hot mounds into each other.
The thought of just how intimate things
would be right now if they were both naked, stole any hope of stopping what was
happening from Faith. She allowed her mind to drift into thoughts of how good
it would feel to have their wet pussies sliding over each other. To have the
other girl dripping into her in her need.
Buffy looked down at Faith, dark chocolate
brown eyes pulling her into them as she lost herself to the intense moment she
was busy engaging in with her. She was lost in the desire she recognised in the
other girl’s eyes.
Lost in the feeling of
Faith’s body under her.
Of Faith’s most intimate body part so close to her own. Of how Faith had never
looked so sexy than right now with her sumptuous lips wet from where she’d
licked them, her lush dark hair lying in waves around her, and her eyes. . .her
gorgeous eyes feeding hungrily off Buffy as they roamed her slender frame.
Buffy couldn’t stop. She knew she should,
for some reason that she couldn’t quite remember she knew she should. But it
felt so good. So close, so tender, and real. And very,
very hot.
Buffy bit her lip and tried to ignore the
niggling annoying voice in her head. She almost gave in completely to what was
happening; she almost gave in to Faith, until the brunette broke her out of her
lust fuelled daze with a soft hand on her thigh, and the sexiest grin she had
ever seen.
“Jesus, Faith, I’m sorry.” Buffy flushed,
but she didn’t know quite why she was apologising.
Faith hadn’t exactly been big in the
stopping her department, and the heated look on the other girl’s face wasn’t
telling her in any way that she hadn’t been enjoying it too. But for some
reason, all Buffy could think about was how embarrassing it was to be sat on
her friend, literally humping her over her leathers. Buffy moved to get up off
Faith.
“Hey, it’s ok.” Faith halted the blonde
girl’s departure from her lap.
Faith hadn’t meant for Buffy to stop when
she had regained the use of her left arm and touched her thigh. She had just
wanted to reach out and check that it was real, and that she wasn’t dreaming it
as she had so many times. Faith racked her brains for ways to keep Buffy from
getting up and just walking away.
She placed her right hand on Buffy’s other
thigh, so now she was gently holding the smaller girl where she was on top of
her. Faith kept their eyes locked, and she softly rolled her hips so her groin
once again pushed into the blonde girl. Buffy let out a deep breath and settled
most of her weight back down again on Faith, who was busy mentally doing a
little celebration dance, that for some reason involved pompoms.
“Faith,” Buffy breathed out lustfully,
wanting to say stop but finding it hopeless to even attempt to believe that
that’s what she meant.
They remained with their eyes gazing deep
into one another, as their mounds were being cautiously rubbed against each
other in a soft, slow rhythm. Faith realised this could either be a major
turning point in their friendship, or just a major mistake. She wanted it to be
a turning point, and somehow she could tell that Buffy was thinking the same
thing. Maybe it was the way Buffy was gazing down earnestly at her with an
unreserved look of adoration.
She pushed up more fully into Buffy to
gauge her reaction. Buffy moaned weakly in defeat, and settled her weight
completely on Faith, grinding her hips forward at the same time, causing Faith
to also make a little moaning noise in the back of her throat. Their breathing
and motion became more pronounced as they pushed harder against each other, a
definite rhythm now being adopted.
“Do you. . .do you
want me to stop, B?” Faith had never asked such a stupid question in her life.
Faith didn’t want to stop. Not for all the
tea in. . .wherever the fuck it was. She wanted Buffy
to stay exactly where she was. Or to be more accurate, she wanted to get them
both naked, and then get Buffy sat back on her right where she was now,
slipping sensually back and forth against her
“I. . .I don’t
know. No,” Buffy attempted to answer. She really didn’t know what was best
right now.
Everything inside Buffy was screaming at
her to go for it and to take it further. To take it as far as it could possibly
go. But there was still doubt, and fear. Despite the obvious desire in the
beautiful brunette’s eyes, Buffy couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that she
was making something out of nothing.
“Is it no, or yes, B?” Faith whispered in a
husky tone.
Every inch of her body was pleading with
Buffy to give her the green light so she could show her how much she wanted
her, and loved her. She couldn’t take much more of this waiting crap.
“Buffy?”
Part Eight
Save Me From
Myself
Heat was something that often involved
fire. And fire could be caused by friction. And friction was busy sparking a
possible inferno between two slayers.
Faith thought she was actually in danger of
just bursting into flames right there in the shabby hideout the two girls were currently. . .well, she didn’t know what you could call what
they were currently doing, but it felt good. Very good.
And she didn’t want it to stop. All Faith wanted to hear right now was yes,
yes, yes.
“Do you want to stop, Faith?” Buffy wanted
to make absolutely sure she wasn’t reading the signals all wrong. Even if it
was fairly obvious, what with Faith pushing up in a sensual rhythm against her,
that she was waving around big flashing “I want you now” signs.
Faith smiled up at Buffy, because this was
so like them. Tip toeing around the issue, not seeing what was clearly
happening between them, too frightened to take a chance with each other. But
now she was tired of all that.
They were slayers and weren’t looking at
the prospect of pension plans for the future. They risked their lives everyday.
They balanced on the edge of a big black hellhole of all things nasty and
dangerous, and it was time to take hold of the opportunity to change something.
Really change something.
“No, I don’t wanna stop,” Faith assured and
pushed up more forcefully into the blonde girl, gripping her thighs with her
strong hands.
It was all Buffy needed to know. She leaned
down slowly towards the gorgeous brunette under her, searching her dark eyes
for any doubt. She didn’t see any, and when Faith wet her lips in anticipation
of what was to come, Buffy knew this was the right thing to do for both of
them.
Buffy stopped just a whisper away from
Faith’s enticing lips. She wanted to remember this moment. She wanted to take
every single little thing in. Like the smell of the other girl overwhelming her
senses. The heat between them where their bodies touched.
Their breasts softly brushing up against each other.
The soft breath whispering over her lips as Faith waited patiently for their
first kiss.
Buffy melted into the impossible depths of
Faith’s irresistible brown eyes, before closing her own and bringing their lips
together precariously. Neither of them had ever kissed another girl before. Never tasted the sweet, soft lips of someone of the same sex.
They both groaned faintly, unable to hide the fact of their arousal.
Faith had something doing acrobatics in her
stomach, and her lips were tingling from the incredible softness of Buffy’s
caress. She gave into the other slayer completely, relinquishing any hope of
taking control of this moment. She didn’t want to. She was too busy turning to
mush.
Buffy’s stomach wasn’t fairing much better
as she pressed her mouth a little harder to the lushness of Faith’s lips,
moving over them, tasting them and just delighting in the feel of them giving
her all their attention.
The blonde girl had always had a
fascination with Faith’s lips. She would spend long moments in the other girl’s
company just daydreaming about what they would feel like to kiss. She was well
aware now that her fantasies had come nowhere near to what it actually felt
like kissing Faith.
The alcohol running through her veins
stripped Buffy of her normal sobriety, well, that and the fact that Faith was
turning her on an enormous amount. She pressed her lips more forcefully to
Faith’s, taking her full lower lip into her mouth and sucking on it gently.
Faith groaned huskily in the back of her throat and began kissing Buffy
hungrily.
Faith’s hands moved up to Buffy’s slender
back, holding the blonde girl tighter to her as she became more and more
aroused. She opened her mouth a little more in invitation, wanting to feel
Buffy’s tongue, wanting her to delve into her warm wet mouth. Buffy didn’t
waste the opportunity.
She slid into Faith’s mouth, stroking their
tongues together and beginning a sweet, delicious dance. They tasted each
other’s warm saliva, the tang of alcohol doing nothing to deter them in their
hungry exploration.
Both girls were breathing heavily, their
breasts rubbing up against each other, nipples hard and wanting to be more
involved. They were no longer rubbing against each other anywhere else though,
the intensity of the kiss being enough to cope with for the time being.
The crackling of the splitting logs in the
fire, and the sensual sound of soft lips and probing tongues broke the quiet of
the cabin, as the chosen two lost themselves to each other. They would have
been unaware if a herd of stampeding bulls had thundered past.
Faith ran her palms up and down Buffy’s
back and sides, tenderly grasping her firm backside and moaning as Buffy once
again lowered herself so she was intimately pushing into Faith. Their bodies
moulded into each other, Buffy burying her hands into Faith’s soft brown locks.
They continued that way for at least ten minutes or more. Both doing their best
not to go too fast or push too soon.
When Buffy eventually pulled back, both
girls looked about ready to eat each other alive.
Buffy smiled dreamily at Faith, who smiled
back with just as much adoration. The tension in the room was more sweet and
sensual now than hot and heavy. They could both feel it, but neither would dare
to tell the other how much they really did care for, feel, and love each other.
“I liked doing that. That was really,
really nice,” Buffy said quietly.
It was an understatement of immense proportions,
but Buffy didn’t want to sound over eager; still not entirely sure if Faith
felt quite the same. She bent down and playfully kissed Faith on the nose.
“Nice? How about.
. .you just blew me away, B? And I really hope you wanna do that again,” Faith
said huskily, cupping Buffy’s cheek in her palm and running her thumb gently
across the lips she had just been enjoying.
A huge smile broke out on Buffy’s face at
the natural exuberance bursting from Faith. She loved the way Faith threw
herself into everything she was involved in. It gave her butterflies to think
about how getting even closer to her was going to be incredible. She licked her
lips, still able to taste the other girl, and slowly trailed her eyes from
Faith’s sexy neck down to the top of her very tight tee shirt.
Faith’s nipples were hard; her breasts
straining to break free from the dark cloth, as deep lungfuls
of air made their way in and out of her heaving chest. Buffy wanted to reach
out and touch, but was still apprehensive, still scared.
It wasn’t as if she had had fantasies about
any other girl. She had only ever thought about touching Faith in that way, and
she was terrified of doing something wrong. Even though she knew her friend
also had never had any experience when it came to the same sex, Faith was still
a lot more sexually aware in general than she was.
“Hey, you ok?” Faith asked, having noticed
a slightly anxious look replace the happy smile. She was hoping Buffy hadn’t
had a change of heart.
“Yeah, I’m just. . .” Buffy openly looked
the prone girl over, shaking her head. “You’re just so beautiful and sexy. And
I have no clue how to. . .I mean, I wanna touch you,
but. . .”
“Buffy,” Faith grinned sexily at Buffy, and
in her sensually husky voice said, “just touch me.”
Buffy blushed
bright red and looked away. She hadn’t quite expected that. Which was fairly
stupid considering it was Faith sat under her smirking wickedly. Buffy narrowed
her eyes, realising the younger girl was teasing her.
“Why you little. . .” She just about
managed to get her fingers to Faith’s sides in order to tickle her before the
dark girl flipped her onto her back. The sudden move made Buffy squeal.
***
“Little what,
girlfriend?” She pinned
the smaller slayer under her, giving her a taste of her own tickle-medicine.
“Little. .
.sexpot,” Buffy giggled. “Trying to take advantage of me.”
She squealed again as Faith hit a particularly sensitive spot on her stomach.
“Is
that right? And what about you? Rubbing
your hot little body all over me.” Faith sighed a little and fixed her
chocolate brown eyes on Buffy. “Fuck, B, I’m so wet for you.”
The tickling stopped with Buffy pulling
Faith down to her lips.
Just the thought of Faith being aroused for
her drove her crazy. They kissed passionately, Buffy loving the feel of Faith
between her legs. It turning her on more than anything she’d
ever experienced.
Even having sex with Angel hadn’t come
close to making her feel as aroused as she felt with the taller girl, fully
clothed and pressed up against her. She was overwhelmed with desire, and almost
scaring herself at how quickly she was allowing this all to happen.
Faith breathed in the scent of need coming
from Buffy as she moved from her lips to her neck, kissing and licking at every
bit of flesh she could. She was so worked up, and consumed by the lust coursing
through her. She wanted all of Buffy, as soon as possible and as much as
possible.
Even though she had never had sex with
another girl before, it was like she was thinking on instinct, her love and
desire for Buffy taking over her body and soul. She pushed into the girl
beneath her, picking up the rhythm they had fallen into before; instantly
feeling her pussy coat her panties with her need.
She ran her hand down Buffy’s side and to
her thigh, pulling Buffy’s leg up a little, which effectively spread her legs
further for Faith. Faith wanted to touch Buffy. She wanted to see and touch
Buffy’s hot pussy. She wanted to push her fingers inside it and feel her sticky
juices gushing out all over her fingers.
“I wanna fuck you so much, B,” Faith said
breathlessly, sucking at Buffy’s neck as they both breathed hard, losing
herself in the sensation of being between her legs.
She didn’t realise Buffy was speaking until
she pushed her back a little by the shoulder.
“Wait, Faith. Stop.”
Buffy gasped in as much air as she could, trying to calm her breathing. All the
alcohol seemed to rush from her body, leaving her mind a little clearer and
more focused.
Everything was going too fast. She wasn’t
sure if she was ready to deal with Faith’s overpowering sexuality. It was
frightening, and hot. It was hot because it was frightening. It wasn’t
something she was used to dealing with at all.
“Sorry, Buffy. I didn’t mean to. . .I mean. . .” Faith just wanted Buffy so much, she
hadn’t realised the blonde girl was freaking out until she looked in her eyes.
“It’s ok, Faith. It’s just all going a
little fast for me,” Buffy explained.
Faith lifted some of her weight off the
smaller girl, unable to be so close to her and not instinctively react. Right
then she felt like nothing but an animal wanting to devour Buffy. She felt bad
for being insensitive. For always being about sex.
Even though she had told Buffy she wanted
to fuck her, she meant so much more by it. Faith just didn’t have the
experience to put words to how she was feeling. And looking at the almost
startled expression in Buffy’s innocent eyes, she felt completely
inadequate.
“Fuck, I’m such an asshole.” Faith sat back
on the lumpy sleeping bag carpeting the floor and ran an unsteady hand through
her hair.
“No, Faith, you’re not. Don’t think for a
second that I don’t want this, because I do.
You’re not the only one getting wet. God, I feel like I’m about to
explode I want you so much. But I’m not used to being like this, with anybody
let alone another girl, so it’s a little scary,” Buffy said quietly.
She reached out and took Faith’s hand in
her own; wanting to show her that she meant what she was saying. That she did
want to be with Faith, in every way possible. Just not right then and there.
“I don’t wanna push you into anything, B. I. . .I care for you so. . .” Faith furrowed her brow and
stood up. “Shit.”
Faith felt like she had said too much, yet
not enough. That she could never say enough because words could never express
how she felt about Buffy. It was beyond her understanding as it was. Faith was
useless with anything that didn’t involve killing or sex. Or at least that’s
the way she felt, because there had never been room in her life for love
before. She had never cared for anyone or anything as much as she cared for
Buffy.
She realised as she gazed down at the cute
slayer, who looked a tad upset now, that she would do anything not to screw the
chance up that she now had with her. If it meant keeping a rein on her sexual
appetite, then that’s exactly what she would do. She knelt back down next to
Buffy.
“Buffy, I’ve wanted to be with you like
this for a long time, so if you wanna take it slow or just see how it goes,
then ok. And if ya decide it’s not what you want,
I’ll understand. The most important thing to me is your friendship, and I don’t
wanna lose that. Not for anything,” Faith said, speaking softly. She swallowed
hard, her heart threatening to burst through her chest it was beating so hard
for Buffy.
She had never felt emotions like the ones
she was feeling. Her eyes were stinging with unshed tears that she refused to
let fall. Whatever the outcome of this night, there was no way she ever wanted
Buffy to feel sorry for her. To be with her for that reason
and not because she truly wanted to be.
Buffy looked deep into Faith’s shimmering eyes, feeling so completely moved and touched at
what the dark girl had said to her. It just wasn’t like Faith to open up like
that. It just made her fall in love with her even deeper. More than she ever
thought possible.
She had been worried, when Faith had stood
up, that she had pushed her away and ruined any chance with her. Now Faith was
showing her so much compassion, Buffy wanted to forget what she had just told
her and take her into the bedroom to make love to her.
She wanted to show Faith that she was part
of her, and the only one that occupied her thoughts on a daily basis. She
wanted to tell her that she fell asleep at night thinking about her beautiful,
sorrow filled dark eyes. Wanting them to shine with the love that she knew was
in there somewhere, behind those walls she had guarding her. She just wanted
Faith, period. And it was overwhelming.
“B. . .did I say
something wrong?” Faith touched Buffy’s face gently, brushing away the tears
that had seeped from her eyes.
“No, you didn’t say anything wrong at all,
Faith.” Buffy smiled, then leant forward and brushed
her lips over Faith’s, sighing as the dark girl seemed to melt at the touch.
Faith kissed her so softly Buffy thought
she would have a heart attack from the unsolicited feeling she felt in it.
Buffy didn’t want to presume that it was love she was feeling coming from
Faith, because she wanted it so much and would be crushed if she were reading
too much into what Faith had said about caring for her. But she closed her eyes
and wished for it to be true, smiling through her tears as Faith kissed the
salty droplets off her cheeks.
She wanted to tell Faith she loved her
right then. She wanted to show her. But Buffy was still just too afraid to take
the leap, so she placed her hands on either side of the brunette’s face and
kissed her deeply. Only pulling away to look into her soulful brown eyes.
“Just give me a little time to get used to
this, Faith. And I promise it’ll be worth it.” She kissed Faith once more, then
stood and offered her hands. “Come on, I’m tired.”
Faith took the offered hands and stood in
front of Buffy, wanting to tell her that she was in love with her. That she
would wait until the end of time for her if that’s what she wanted. Instead,
she shook herself off, and looked out from the fortress that was her heart and
grinned.
“Well, B. If you think ya
can resist this hot body for
long,” Faith ran her hands provocatively down her firm body, instantly catching
Buffy’s attention, “you’re crazier than I am.” She winked and made her way into
the bedroom.
Buffy watched Faith walk away with a sexy
sway to her hips at the knowledge that she was watching. She licked her lips,
took a deep breath, and followed.
“You’re not wrong there. I haven’t a hope
in hell,” Buffy said to herself, questioning her own resolve at the prospect of
resisting the temptation to just go ahead and take the plunge. To go ahead and take Faith.
In the gutter of Buffy’s mind.
. .slow actually meant pretty damn soon.
Part Nine
Show And Tell
The chosen two spent the next two days
comfortably close and horny as hell. They had so far managed to keep their
contact down to just kissing, which had been incredibly hard. They were both
finding it extremely difficult to keep their hands off each other.
They had devised ways to occupy their days,
mostly with training and doing things to wear themselves out physically. Faith
didn’t think she could possibly manage to do any more sit ups at one point.
Their first night wasn’t too bad, having
kissed some more and snuggled close; Buffy insisting that Faith actually wear
more than just her underwear to curb any temptation. Even though Buffy was shy
about touching Faith in a sexual way, she knew her curiosity would probably get
the better of her, and she didn’t want that just yet so bedclothes were a must.
Faith wasn’t too keen on wearing the tee
shirt she had been told to put on, mumbling something about getting too hot and
not minding if Buffy’s hands wandered. But she gave in when she realised it was
either that or sleep on the couch.
The second night had been torture, mainly
because they had made the mistake of expending some energy by sparring. The line between fighting moves and attempting to rub against each
other for the friction had become blurred more than once or twice, or more.
They had decided not to sleep as close, but woke up with Buffy sprawled on top
of Faith.
It was now early morning and they were
preparing themselves for the day ahead stuck in the middle of nowhere together.
“Hey, girlfriend. Get in here and wash my back,” Faith
shouted, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom with only a towel wrapped
around her lower body.
Buffy nearly dropped the pan of water she
was carrying towards the bath at the sight. Faith winked at her and sauntered
back into the bathroom.
They had decided to share a bath, or rather
the bath water. Buffy didn’t feel quite ready yet to get too up close and
personal with Faith and jump in with her, so she was going to wait until Faith
had finished, then get in after. She was having a hard time ignoring Faith’s
increased flirting and teasing, but could admit she was also hitting Faith with
some back.
The two girls were already driving each
other crazy, but they were getting along great. The sexual tension only serving
to help them bond more, now they both knew where they stood,
and that they were interested in each other in a sexual way.
Before their less than sober clinch and
confessions of attraction, the tension between them had always caused a certain
amount of friction, and drove a wedge straight down the middle of their
friendship. But now, the wedge was gone and both slayers were happy to flirt
and tease each other.
Faith had always been a very sexual person,
so Buffy guessed she was probably having a harder time keeping her mind on
anything other than consummating the discovery of their mutual attraction. She
was obviously holding back immensely, especially when they kissed.
Faith loved kissing Buffy though, as hard
as it was to keep it on a casual level, there was no way she was going to stop
doing it. Even if every time Buffy pulled back, Faith was left breathless and
hot as hell.
They had spent hours just sat on the couch
kissing softly, then more passionately before realising they would have to
either stop or go further. Faith didn’t really mind that they stopped because
it was something new to her. She had never been one to hold back before, always
going out and getting whatever she wanted. And lots of it.
She certainly didn’t want to push Buffy too far too fast though, and make her
uncomfortable.
Faith made her way into the bathroom, ready
to take a nice hot bath. She slipped the towel from her waist and stepped into
the steaming tub of pan boiled lake water. She didn’t mind that it was lake
water as it was clean and thankfully devoid of fish. For some reason the taps
in the place didn’t work. When they turned them on all they got was various
harmonious clanks and rumbles, but no water. The same couldn’t be said for the
toilette thankfully.
She knew Buffy wasn’t expecting her to
already be sat in the bath in all her glory, waiting for the last top up. She
just couldn’t help tormenting Buffy, though. She was no good at being a good
girl for too long, as it just didn’t come naturally to her.
“Faith. . .you’re
not helping ya know?” Buffy sighed as she entered the
bathroom, doing her best not to look at the reclining girl in the bath, which
was almost impossible.
Faith was beautiful, and with her sexy body
shimmering under droplets of water, there was no way Buffy could avoid looking
at her. So she allowed her eyes to wander shyly over the perfect form of the
other girl. She blushed as Faith smiled under her scrutiny.
“Why don’t you get in, B? I promise I won’t
look. . .much.” Faith sat up a little and wiggled her
dark eyebrows at Buffy.
“Faith, I. . .” Buffy looked down at the
steaming water, trying her best to stop eyeing up the very naked girl sat in
it.
“Come on, you know you’re just dying to get
in here with me. Plus, it’ll be cold by the time I’m done,” Faith grinned.
Faith wanted to get Buffy used to her being
naked, and used to them being naked together. She guessed if Buffy became more
comfortable with that then she would be less embarrassed when it came to the
actual touching. Because, as much as she wanted to give Buffy
her ‘wait’ time, she was aching to get closer to her.
Even though they had teased each other with
a little display in the lake, Buffy still wasn’t completely comfortable with
being naked in front of Faith. She didn’t want to be a disappointment.
“Faith, you know I’m not comfortable with
things like this. I’m shy,” Buffy confessed as she gave Faith a little cute
look. Somewhere in her shimmering green eyes there was a tiny spark of
mischief.
“I won’t touch you, B. I just wanna take a
bath with ya.” Faith held her hand out to Buffy.
“Pour that in and get your cute little ass in here, babe.” She wanted to be
able to just look at Buffy, take it all in and know for sure they were headed
for more.
Buffy took a deep breath and poured the pan
of water into the bath. She looked into the dark pools of Faith’s eyes and knew
she was safe with her. Faith wouldn’t ask her to take things further if she
wasn’t ready. She wasn’t entirely sure if she was a little disappointed at that
fact, secretly loving the idea of Faith getting frisky, and just jumping on her
and. . .
“B,” Faith said quietly, her voice dripping
in seduction.
“Ok, but I. . .I’m
not very. . .” She was going to tell Faith she wasn’t much to look at, because
that’s what she felt like alongside the stunning girl.
“Buffy, if you’re gonna say what I think
you’re gonna say. . .don’t. You’re gorgeous, and the
fact that I wanna get you naked and look at ya,
should tell you that you don’t have to worry about what I’m gonna think. I’m
attracted to you for so much more than just your witty repartee. Now get the
fuck in here,” Faith demanded. She noticed the desire flash across Buffy’s eyes
at the playful command.
It made Faith grin wickedly; wondering
about the possibilities that lay ahead for them as far as their prospective sex
life was concerned.
Buffy looked down at the enticing hot water
of the bath again, and the even more enticing hot body of the other slayer, and
began to remove her clothes. She slipped her tee shirt off over her head,
revealing her pert breasts.
Faith’s eyes darkened in an instant,
encouraging Buffy. She pulled her shorts down, taking her underwear with them,
blushing under the lust filled stare of the younger girl.
Faith sat cross-legged in the large bath
and watched as Buffy slowly got in, sitting at the opposite end to her. She
couldn’t take her eyes off Buffy. She was so sweet and sexy all at once, and
Faith was just caught in the headlights. She took her time just looking at
Buffy. Her obvious fascination with the other girl’s body was clearly
embarrassing her though, because Buffy pulled her knees up to her chest,
effectively covering herself.
“Sorry, B. I’m creeping
ya out here ain’t I? I
don’t mean to stare it's just. . .you’re so fucking
pretty. I mean, all of ya.”
Faith smiled.
Buffy relaxed at that a tad, lowering her
knees someway to at least reveal her chest.
“I don’t mean to be so self conscious. I
guess I’m just feeling kinda, I dunno. Just, next to you I’m.
. .Faith, you’re so beautiful, and you have such a great, sexy body I can’t. .
.” Buffy just couldn’t string a sentence together with the gorgeous slayer sat
in front of her, entirely happy in the fact that Buffy could see everything.
***
She tried to relax as she took in the sight
of the naked brunette before her. Buffy gazed at Faith’s perfect teardrop
breasts and their dusky nipples that were slightly erect, probably due to the
small breeze coming in from the nearby broken window. She licked her lips and
allowed her gaze to roam down Faith’s toned stomach, noticing a small scar to
the right of her cute little bellybutton.
Then she gazed further down, her breathing
becoming more rapid with the knowledge that she was about to catch a good look
at Faith’s most intimate place. She quickly glanced up into Faith’s eyes,
seeing that the other girl had kind of a half smile going on that suggested she
was more than happy for Buffy to take a good look.
Buffy looked back down into the water
between Faith’s open thighs. She felt herself getting wet as she sat staring at
the trimmed, dark pink pussy on complete show to her with the way the other
girl was positioned. Faith only had the tiniest strip of short dark hair
covering her pink folds, and Buffy could make out that she was aroused too.
What she could see of the opening to the
brunette’s silky passage caused her mind to explode into a crashing flash of
images; of pushing her fingers into Faith and fucking her slowly. Touching the
slippery walls, and spilling the warm fluids of the other girl out of her tight
hole. Stretching her open and filling her deep inside.
“God, Faith. You’re so. . .” Buffy looked
back up into Faith’s striking dark eyes. “fucking
sexy.” She hadn’t quite meant to sound so crude, but it was true.
She had never seen another girl’s sex so
close and just waiting to be touched by her. Wet for her.
It frightened her in one respect, but was also the biggest turn on.
Faith smiled at the obvious arousal of the
other slayer and sat up more. She trailed her eyes over Buffy’s breasts and
their sweet little pink nipples, noticing that they were fairly hard, and that
Buffy was being less self-conscious of being looked at than before.
She then moved her perusal down to the
small, blonde patch of pubic hair covering the other girl’s pussy. She noticed
that Buffy’s legs were moving apart subconsciously as she looked, so she gently
placed her hands on Buffy’s knees and encouraged her softly to spread her legs
further.
Buffy didn’t freak and allowed her legs to
fall apart. Faith let out a quiet moan that caused Buffy to cease worrying so
much, and become less embarrassed at the fact she was showing the brunette her
already slick sex. She wanted Faith to see her, because then she wouldn’t feel
quite so bad about the fact she wanted to look at Faith some more.
Faith licked her lips as she noticed the
glisten to Buffy’s sweet pink folds. She tried to memorise every dip and curve
she could see. The silky folds slightly spread and revealing the small bump of
the other girl’s hidden clit.
Faith wanted so much to reach down between
them and stroke her finger over it. To gather the moisture there and bring it
up to her lips to taste it. But she knew that would be pushing too far, much
too far. It was one thing to look, but another to actually touch.
Even if Buffy seemed as turned on as she
was. Even though the Faith could sense how much Buffy wanted her, she wasn’t
going to go against what they had agreed. She took a deep, shaky breath and
looked into the blonde girl’s sensitive eyes. She had to calm herself.
“Turn around, Twinkie,” Faith asked
breathlessly.
Buffy complied without hesitation, too busy
thinking about how she had just allowed the other girl to look at her pussy. It
was something she had never allowed anybody to do before. Even when she had
been with Angel Buffy had never been so open and unabashed. It wasn’t in her
nature, but with Faith, well, things were different with Faith.
She wanted Faith in a way she had never
wanted anybody. With no barriers, no shame, and no holding
back. She realised she was holding back right now, but Buffy knew that
once she had grown a little more comfortable with the situation, there would be
fireworks, and she would permit Faith to take her and show her how to lose
control.
Faith pulled the smaller girl back into
her, causing the water to slosh out onto the dusty floorboards, submerging them
both some more as she reclined against the back of the tub. Buffy let out a
small squeak as she fell into Faith, her body ablaze everywhere it touched her.
Everywhere her naked skin pressed up against the sexy girl.
“Just relax, B. If ya
don’t like it, I won’t stop you moving.” Faith melted as she felt Buffy relax
into her body.
She placed her legs either side of Buffy,
so she was sat between her thighs. She kept her arms out of the water, resting
them on the sides of the bath, not daring to place them in the water for fear
she would touch Buffy in an intimate way she wouldn’t want or wasn’t ready for.
“This is nice, Faith,” Buffy sighed,
telling herself not to freak out at the fact she could feel the other girl’s
hot pussy pressed against her backside.
“Yeah? I gotta agree. This water’s just hot
enough, ya know.” Faith snickered at Buffy’s
reaction.
“Hey.” Buffy swatted Faith on the inside of
her thigh. “I didn’t mean the bath. I meant this. Us.
I like this.” She reached out and took hold of Faith’s arms, bringing them down
into the water to encircle her.
Faith breathed deep, feeling her nipples
harden against the soft skin of the girl lying between her legs. She snaked her
arms around Buffy and held her tight, not wanting to ever let go; her love for
Buffy growing with every rise of her chest out of the water.
“Can I ask you something, Faith?” Buffy
snuggled into the warm embrace of the other girl, and the steaming water
encasing them both.
“Sure,” Faith nodded and sank lower in the
bath, almost moaning as she felt Buffy slide over her breasts and hot center. “What is it?”
“It’s just. .
.something that I wanted to ask a while ago, well, at the time really, but
obviously I couldn’t because I didn’t want you to freak and. . .you probably want me to just spit it out right?” Buffy
absentmindedly ran her hand up and down the outside of Faith’s thigh, only
noticing she was doing it when she felt the strong muscles there twitch under
her fingertips. She decided not to remove her hand, and continued her soft strokes.
“Just ask, baby,” Faith said, trying not to
react to Buffy’s hand on her thigh.
“When you asked me.
. .or suggested rather, that we go to the homecoming dance together, did you
mean it as kind of a date?” Buffy asked and turned her head,
that was currently resting just above Faith’s chest, so she could look
at the other slayer.
“You just realised that, girlfriend?” Faith
chuckled a little. “Yeah. . .I did hope you would see
it as that, but then I knew you wouldn’t ‘cause of the whole ‘straightness’
thing.” She smiled down at Buffy, happy that the small blonde wasn’t apparently
entirely straight after all.
“I thought as much. I kinda saw it the
same, but I wouldn’t have dared say anything.” Buffy pulled herself up so she
was resting completely on the taller girl, lying on her left side somewhat, her
right hand now placed on Faith’s hip. “I was looking forward to it so much.”
“Me too, but the scoobs
went and screwed it up. Fuck, I was so pissed off,” Faith confessed as she ran
a wet hand through her hair, dampening it a little.
“I know what you mean,” Buffy sighed,
wondering if things would have turned out differently, or moved forward quicker
had they had that date. “I never got to tell you how great you looked that
night. You were looking so sexy, I could have killed
the others for screwing it up. I wanted to dance with you, to get close and
touch you. I wanted. . .I wanted you to ask me that
night.” Buffy’s right hand began caressing Faith’s hip and side gently.
“You wanted me to ask you what, B?” Faith
gazed into Buffy’s eyes, full of adoration.
“To be with you. Even if it was just for that night, I
wanted to. . .to experience all your energy, all your
focus and attention on me. I wanted. . .I just wanted
you, Faith,” Buffy said softly, noticing her breathing had quickened. In fact
both of them were getting caught up in their desire for one another.
“Fuck, Buffy, why didn’t you tell me any of
this sooner?” Faith swept her hand up Buffy’s back and kissed her on the
forehead, before locking eyes with her again.
“Because I was scared. That you might not feel the same, that the
gang would disown me, and that my mom would freak out on me.
. .again. And then there was Angel.” Buffy looked down at her hand currently
blazing a trail across Faith’s taut stomach, as she traced invisible patterns
on it.
Faith closed her eyes at the mention of his
name. Her lungs deflated as she felt the usual knot of jealousy tangle up her
insides. She hated the fact that he had always been in the way of her chances
with Buffy. In the way of their friendship even. She had an idea that Angel
knew how she felt about Buffy, and he was purposefully hanging on so he didn’t
have to watch Buffy get on with her life, find somebody else, another girl of
all things.
“Faith, you know I’m not in love with him
anymore don’t you?” Buffy asked.
She had noticed the stiffening of Faith’s
muscles as soon as she’d said his name. Even though she hadn’t been with Angel
for some time, it was obvious Faith was still worried about her relationship
with him.
“Really?” Faith said quietly, sounding a little
unconvinced. Worried even.
Faith wasn’t sure whether or not to quite
believe that Buffy was no longer in love with Angel. Even if she was almost
certain she could feel some kind of love enveloping her from Buffy, she didn’t
dare think it was because she was in love with her and not Angel still.
Buffy raised herself from Faith’s delicious
body a little, and looked deep into her eyes. She wanted her to know for
definite that she had no feelings like that for Angel. It was Faith she wanted
and nobody else.
“I’m not in love with him. I. . .” Buffy
caught herself before she blurted out that she was in fact in love with Faith.
“I want you, not him. I want your touch, not his.” She leant down and kissed
Faith, pulling away slightly to whisper across her lips. “Faith, touch me.
Please.” Buffy lightly took hold of Faith’s hand and placed it on her stomach,
sighing at the touch of the brunette’s strong hand on her skin.
Buffy wanted to show Faith how much she
wanted her. She needed her to know it wasn’t all just words. But more than
that, the fact that she was pushed up so intimately to the gorgeous girl, close
enough to smell her arousal over the heat of the bath, and feel the need of her
dark counterpart, was driving her silly.
She wanted, and needed Faith to touch her.
She was wet and ready for her, and lost in the heat of the moment. Lost in Faith’s enigmatic brown eyes. She couldn’t resist,
and Faith hadn’t even made a move.
“Faith. . .I want you to
touch me, all over.”
Part Ten
I Feel You
Faith sighed and slowly lowered her head
down to Buffy, brushing their lips together, both of them melting as they fell
into one another’s exploring mouths. Buffy shifted her position slightly so she
was facing Faith more, pressing close to her.
“Are ya sure, B?”
Faith asked.
She could see the fire in Buffy’s eyes but
she didn’t want to make any rash moves, even though her heart was pounding at
the prospect of things becoming more intimate between them.
“I’m sure. I want you.” Buffy punctuated
her assurance by pulling Faith’s lips back down to her.
Their soft kisses soon grew passionate, as
they became hungry to take more from one another. The heat in the water seemed
cool compared to the heat being generated by their soft full lips and eager
tongues.
Faith slid her left hand up over Buffy’s
back, and into her now damp hair, burying her fingers into the blonde silk. She
crushed their lips together, hungry to taste and devour the smaller girl, her
need taking over every thought and action. She had wanted to touch Buffy so
much, and here she was asking her to do it. Faith nibbled her way along Buffy’s
jaw to her ear.
“You turn me on so much, girlfriend. I’m
fucking burning for ya,” Faith whispered in the
delicate ear of the other girl.
“So take me. I don’t wanna wait anymore. I
can’t.” Buffy turned her head and kissed Faith with all her love and need
flowing from her.
Buffy couldn’t help thinking about the
nights she had laid awake, imagining what it would feel like to have Faith
touch her and pleasure her. To know what her hands felt like on her skin, her
lips and kisses all over her. Buffy wanted to be scorched by the other girl’s
skin on her own. She couldn’t imagine it not happening now. She would just die
if she couldn’t have her.
Faith looked down at the delicious amount
of naked Buffy she could see, but the water was in the way. She wanted to feel
the smaller girl against her, with nothing in between them. Nothing
but their bodies touching and sliding against each other.
She lifted Buffy out of the water without
warning, standing and cradling her in her strong arms. Buffy made a shocked
little sound, but her eyes stayed locked on Faith’s, and she clung on around
the taller girl’s neck as she was taken towards the bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re so light, baby.” Faith smiled
down at the girl in her arms, walking swiftly to the bed in the other room.
Buffy looked up dreamily at Faith, her
heart leaping from her chest at the sexy rasp to the brunette’s voice, and the
fact that she was being carried by the beautiful girl to be placed amongst
sheets that already smelled of them both, to be taken by her. To be. . .she didn’t want to call it being fucked, because she
knew it meant more than that to both of them. Buffy decided to shut her brain
up, and just enjoy the moment.
Faith laid Buffy down on the bed and leant
over her, placing soft kisses over her face until she reached her lips. She
pulled on Buffy’s lower lip, biting lightly before kissing her thoroughly.
“Faith, get down here.” Buffy tugged on the
younger girl’s shoulders, bringing her down to the bed with her.
Faith hovered over Buffy, then slowly rested herself on top of her, placing one leg
between the other girl’s thighs. They looked deep into each other’s eyes as
Faith settled her weight onto Buffy, both sighing deeply at the contact of
their wet skin.
Faith crushed her mouth to Buffy’s,
sweeping her tongue in between her lips as she melted into the feeling of
Buffy’s silky skin against her own. Their firm bodies pressed up against each
other, attempting to merge the light and the dark.
“You feel so good, B.” Faith pushed her
thigh up lightly into Buffy’s mound, instantly feeling the wet need on her
skin.
Faith kissed Buffy passionately, holding on
tight to her as an encouraging hand was placed on the small of her back. She
began to move her body rhythmically into Buffy, not completely realising she
was doing it in the heat of the kiss. She realised as soon as she felt her throbbing
sex spread over Buffy’s slender thigh, coating it with the hot fluid oozing out
of her.
They both stopped their hungry mouths from
attempting to devour each other, and gazed down between them to where their
breasts rubbed against one another, nipples hard and aching to be sucked on. To
where their flat stomachs were touching, belly buttons almost looking like they
were kissing as they moved slowly against each other. Faith could see Buffy’s
pussy pressed into the top of her thigh, the obvious arousal being soaked up by
her naturally tanned skin as it was spread onto her leg.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. I mean. . .I’ve thought about it so much. And now you’re here,
under me. Naked and wet for me,” Faith said huskily and leant down, placing moist
kisses up and down Buffy’s neck. “It’s just. . .” Faith couldn’t find the words
to describe how she felt.
She had never experienced anything so
intense. Even though they hadn’t even moved on to the really good parts, she
was already slightly trembling for Buffy. Unable to control
her breathing as she delighted in the feel of Buffy Summers hot against her own
flushed skin.
“Faith, I. . .” Buffy wanted Faith to touch
her, to kiss her breasts and slip her fingers into her glistening folds, but
she wasn’t confident enough to ask.
Faith looked into Buffy’s desire filled
eyes and smiled. She knew what the blonde wanted because she was feeling
exactly the same. She wanted Buffy to show her how much she really did want
her, but she also knew, because of Buffy’s lack of experience with sex, that
she would be taking the drivers seat first. She would make Buffy feel
incredible, and take her to heights she had never been to before.
“Shh, I know,”
Faith assured, and kissed Buffy softly before making her way slowly down the
sighing girl’s neck.
She blazed a trail of hot wet kisses across
the delicate collarbones, distracting Buffy as she swept her right hand up over
her toned stomach and side, eventually reaching the swollen creamy white flesh
of her breasts.
Buffy moaned and arched into Faith’s gentle
caress, as she rubbed her palm over the solid and sensitive nipple of her left
breast.
Faith swirled her fingertips around the
hard little nub, feeling Buffy shiver under her touch. Moving further down the
petite body underneath her, moving her thigh away from the hot juncture between
Buffy’s, Faith reached her destination.
She stroked her warm tongue across the
erect pink nipple, as she continued to play with the other one with her
fingers. Buffy’s breathing was ragged, and her hands snaked up into the
brunette’s thick dark hair, holding her head over her chest. Not that Faith
needed any encouragement, because she was loving the
taste of Buffy on her tongue and in her mouth.
She gently sucked on the nipple, taking as
much of Buffy’s soft flesh in between her lips. Buffy moaned her approval as
Faith suckled on her. She then trailed her kisses over to the other nipple,
treating it to the same delicious torture.
Buffy had zoned out, falling into the
sensations Faith was pulling from her. She was lost now, to the need for Faith
to take her and own her. She could hardly breathe she wanted Faith so much.
“Please, make love to me, Faith,” Buffy
moaned, but as soon as she had said the word love Faith’s head shot up from her
chest, and her chocolate brown eyes pierced Buffy’s. “I mean, sex. . .um. . .have sex with me. Fuck me,” Buffy corrected,
and held her breath, not making much sense and afraid that she might just have
scared Faith off.
She knew Faith had feelings for her, it was
evident in the way she cared for her, and in the way she hadn’t forced her into
anything she wasn’t ready for. But she was also aware that to Faith sex was fucking. . .plain and simple. She was all about the raw,
animal energy of it. Which Buffy could understand, as she wanted to experience
that with Faith immensely. But right now, it being
their first time together, she couldn’t think of it as anything other than
making love and it had just slipped out of her mouth.
Faith shook her head. “You had it right the
first time, Buffy. I wanna make love to you,” Faith said, smiling sweetly, or
at least as sweet as Faith could get it; the deep dimples in her cheeks helping
to convey to Buffy just how much she really did want to do more than just fuck
her.
“Really?” Buffy gazed deep into the brunette’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Faith breathed out, resuming her
exquisite teasing of Buffy’s breasts.
Faith didn’t know what was going on with
her. She had never been so gentle with anybody, and had never wanted to be. But
then she’d never been with another girl before. Although, she doubted that was
the reason. The real reason was because she was in love with Buffy, so she
wanted to convey that to her. She wanted to take her time and worship the girl
beneath her.
Faith moved back up to
Buffy’s lips as she whispered her fingertips across her stomach, smiling as she
felt the muscles there tense and relax. She pulled back, searching the Buffy’s eyes for any
signs telling her to stop. There were none. Just the glazed
look that spoke volumes to her. Telling her to keep
going.
Keeping their eyes locked, she slowly
lowered her hand towards Buffy’s damp folds, licking her lips as she felt the
soft brush of short blonde pubic hair against her fingers. Buffy was poised,
waiting for Faith to slide her fingers into her, to stroke her clit and touch
her in the most intimate way she could.
Faith touched her forehead to Buffy’s,
watching where her fingers were about to go. Just as the tip of Faith’s middle
finger slipped in between the pink flesh of Buffy’s tender pussy, both girl’s
stopped moving altogether. They looked towards the bedroom door as they heard
what sounded like somebody entering the cabin.
Faith couldn’t believe she had gotten that
far just for something to come along and fuck it up. She wanted to continue,
needed to desperately, but all thoughts of doing that were driven from her as
she heard a voice call out.
“Buffy? Faith! Are you here?” It was
And she sounded like she was headed for the
bedroom.
***
“Shit,” Buffy squeaked and froze.
“That was an understatement, B.” Faith
leapt off the bed, groaning as she noticed the amount of moisture trickling
from the blonde girl’s pussy. “Oh man, I can’t believe this,” she sighed.
She dove into the bathroom just as
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buffy muttered under
her breath, panicking as she did her best to cover herself with the blankets.
“There you are,”
“Just give me two minutes, Will, I’ll be
right out,” Buffy assured, but
She quickly looked around the small cabin,
noting the sleeping bags on the floor in front of the fire that had ashes in
it. She guessed that maybe Faith was sleeping on the floor. It would make sense
after all. She doubted they were close enough friends for them to be sharing
the small bed.
“Hey,” Buffy said quietly as she quickly
shot her head around the bathroom door, finding Faith sat on the edge of the
bath, still naked and looking extremely wound up.
“She suspect
anything?” Faith asked and stood up, moving over to Buffy, who was also still
naked. “Jesus, you really should cover up, B. Otherwise she’ll be waiting in
there for a while for ya.” She pulled the blonde girl
close to her.
“Mmm, you really
are gorgeous,” Buffy practically purred as she pressed up against the taller
slayer, sighing as their bodies and lips met for a passionate kiss. They broke
apart, breathless. “She didn’t suspect anything. God, Faith, you drive me crazy.
I really wanted to. . .” Buffy stroked Faith’s dimpled cheek.
“I know, me too,
babe.” Faith kissed Buffy’s palm. “Go on, you’d better go see why she’s here
before she barges in again and finds me. . .“ Faith
trailed her fingertips down across the blonde girl’s breasts and over her taut
stomach, stopping just at the point she knew the other girl was dripping for
her, “showing you just how horny you make me.”
Buffy ran her hand through the dark girl’s
hair, smiling gently at her as her body trembled under the touch. She kissed
her on the nose then turned to leave. Before closing the door she looked Faith
up and down one last time, and licked her lips, grinning wickedly.
“You may as well finish off your bath.
Leave the water in for me and I’ll get a quick one after. Oh, and Faith. . .I plan on getting naked and wet with you again
later, so no taking matters into your own hands.” Buffy winked and left the
bathroom.
“Damn, she gets me so worked up,” Faith
said to herself and slipped back into the tub to wash away her arousal.
Buffy quickly threw some clothes on and
made her way out to see
She took a deep breath and greeted
“You seem happy.”
“She’s in the bath.” Buffy knew she was
smiling stupidly at the sound of her dark slayer’s name. “So.
. .you brought more supplies? Have the council been in contact? How is
everyone?” She was trying to get the naked brunette out of her mind.
“Gee, Buffy, I thought I was the one who
normally did that.”
“What?” Buffy blinked.
“Never mind.”
“We’ll take your word for that, Red.” Faith
strolled into the room in her shorts and tee shirt. Her hair was damp and she
was busy towel drying it as she smiled at the two girls on the couch.
“Bathroom’s free, B.”
“Thanks. Can you help
“Come on then, Red. Let’s get the stuff
in,” Faith said, her dimpled grin on full show.
They made their way out to the front of the
cabin.
Buffy eased herself into the warm bath that
Faith had just been occupying. The thought of the brunette’s hot body being
immersed in it just minutes before made her tingle. Even though sharing her
used bath water wasn’t exactly the most erotic thing, it was still intimate. It
still made her feel closer to Faith.
She relaxed into the water and ducked her
head under. She re-emerged then busied herself with shampooing and washing her
body with the same soap Faith had just used. Buffy rinsed herself off and
pulled the plug, jumping out quickly as the water gurgled loudly down the
drain. It sounded more like a train crashing through the cabin, than swirling
water.
“Buffy!”
“What? What is it?” Buffy asked as she
wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door.
“It’s Faith,”
Buffy could see the frantic panic on the
redhead’s face. Her heart leapt out of her chest, without even knowing what the
hell was going on.
“What about Faith?” She asked.
“She. . .I was, in
here. Faith. . .gone.”
They stumbled out of the door just in time
to see a black van skid away from the dusty drive, kicking dirt and gravel up
in its wake. With their supplies dashed around the drive, Buffy didn’t need to
guess what had happened.
“Faith!” Buffy called and ran out after the van
with her towel flapping around her legs.
She stumbled to the floor, landing in a
large pool of blood. Buffy looked down at it in shock, lifting her hands to her
face and staring at the red stained dust covering them. She was sure her heart
had stopped beating, and she couldn’t breathe.
She sat in the blood soaked dirt as tears
tumbled from her eyes, wiping the sticky red from her hands on her now filthy
towel
“Oh God. . .no, no, no, no. I
love you, Faith. Please no. . .I love
you.”
Part Eleven
Bound To Be Together
Buffy, slumped in her distraught condition,
laid her hands on the floor in front of her. She felt sick. She wanted to
vomit. That was her first reaction. The next one was to get up and move. To get
her ass in gear and get Faith back. She looked up towards
“Will, car keys. .
.now,” Buffy demanded as she stood on shaky legs, pulling her towel up with her
and attempting to cover herself, but not really caring about it.
“Buffy, look. They’ve slashed our tyres,” Willow pointed
out. She didn’t know what to do or say. Apart from gaping at
the tires and their ruined chances of driving off after Faith and her captors.
She watched Buffy as tears continued to run
down her face.
“Will, we have to get her back. I can’t. . .I can’t live without her,” Buffy cried into her
bloodstained hands, her heart thumping in its pain. She slumped back down onto
the floor.
“Buffy, you should get dressed. I’ll call
Giles and tell him what’s happened. Don’t worry, we’ll get her back,”
“Giles,” Buffy said distantly, looking in
the direction the van had taken. “We have to move, quickly. I’m not letting
them just take her away from me.” Buffy stood.
She glanced down at the profuse amount of
blood on the ground, attempting not to think about what kind of wound would
produce so much of it. Buffy wanted to believe, had to believe that Faith was
ok and that they could rescue her with the minimum of fuss.
It didn’t take too long for the two girls
to get in touch with Giles and explain what had happened. Buffy got dressed
hastily, washing the blood from her hands and face. She looked down at the
crimson water in the sink she was using, at the water she had splashed over her
tear stained face, and the tears came again. They seemed to be welling up from
her heart. The small blonde gripped her chest and sobbed.
She just couldn’t believe that Faith had
been snatched away from her so soon after they had discovered how much closer
they could be. She wished now that she had taken the chance and told Faith that
she had fallen for her. That she was in love with her. She might never have the
chance now.
Buffy shook her head, dismissing the
possibility of never seeing Faith again because she just couldn’t deal with it.
She couldn’t deal with losing Faith or even contemplating it. She knew her
heart couldn’t take that.
“Xander is on his way and Giles has called
Angel and the gang so they can watch the airports and find out what they can.
We’ll get back and do a locator spell to find her,”
“Ok.” Buffy nodded.
The two girls moved into the living area of
the small cabin and sat uncomfortably on the couch.
Buffy was trying not to allow pessimistic
thoughts to enter her mind. She knew she would just shut down and be useless if
she gave into her worst fears. She had to stay focused on getting Faith back,
and on the fact that the council would probably not hurt the girl even if there
had been a struggle to take her away.
“Buffy, can I ask you something?”
“I do, Will,” Buffy admitted. She took a
deep breath. “I love her. I’m in love with her. But I didn’t get the chance to
tell her.” Buffy broke down again, falling into her friend’s arms.
“You’ll be able to tell her, Buffy. I’m
sure of it,”
“I don’t know if she loves me. We kinda got
together the other night, though,” Buffy explained and
“It’s ok, Buffy. You can tell me now. I’m
your best friend remember, so no judging here.”
She was a little shocked obviously, but she
wasn’t about to stop being Buffy’s friend just because she happened to like
another girl romantically. Judging Buffy or changing her view of her wasn’t
even something she could imagine doing. They had been through too much together
already for that.
“We used to flirt with each other and
things. Well, it was mainly her flirting and me giggling, but you get the
idea,” Buffy said wistfully. “I still wasn’t sure if that was just how she was
though, and I didn’t know if she was interested. But I wanted her to be. Even
if that’s wrong. . .I couldn’t stop thinking about her
like that.” Buffy lowered her eyes, feeling strange telling
“Go on.”
“I just think she’s so beautiful. And she.
. .when she looks at me sometimes, my stomach does somersaults,” Buffy said,
and she couldn’t help but grin at how she now knew there were other things
Faith could do to make her butterflies go crazy. “I found out the other night
that she feels the same. I mean, that she’s attracted to me, and wants to be
with me in that way.” She wiped her snivelling nose and sighed.
Talking about it just proved to herself how much she really was in love with the brunette,
because it warmed her heart. And it made her feel more determined not to just sit
and grieve about her loss like she was gone forever, but to look forwards to
finding Faith and rescuing her, and telling her exactly how she felt. She
wanted to say the words to Faith. She wanted to tell the gorgeous slayer that
she loved her.
“So, when you say you err.
. .got together the other night. Do you mean you. .
.yunno. . .slept together? In more than a friendly way I mean.”
“There’s no need to blush, Will,” Buffy
chuckled a little. “We haven’t done that, yet. But we, well.
. .we’ve gotten really close.” Buffy could feel herself getting hot at the
memory, which only served to make her feel down again because they had missed
the opportunity. At least until they got Faith back.
“I can see she makes you happy, Buffy,”
It was apparent in the way the blonde
girl’s voice seemed to change as she spoke about Faith. As if she was lighting
up from the inside.
“You’re not freaked out about it?” Buffy
hoped
“No. I’m a little surprised. But, I guess I
could always tell there was something there between you. Something
different.”
“Really? How do you mean?” Buffy was genuinely confused; she had thought
she’d done a really good job of hiding how she felt.
“I don’t know really. Just small things
like the way you would look at each other and smile. Or, how close you always
seemed to be to each other, like when you sat together or stood near each
other. Little things like that.”
“We will get her back won’t we? She will come back to me?” Buffy
whispered.
Despite her resolve to think positive, a
trickle of salty tears eased from her eyes.
“She will, Buffy. I know it.”
The two girls spent their time waiting for
Xander clearing up the cabin, and packing away everything they had brought.
Buffy was doing her best not to stop and
look at anything for too long, and just place their
things in the bags. She couldn’t help but stop and think, though, when she came
to tidy up their belongings in the bedroom.
She looked at the crumpled sheets on the
bed and felt her stomach tie into knots. She wanted to run out and bring Faith
back, lay her down and make love to her. Let her know how special she was to
her. But she knew she was going to have to hold it all inside whilst they made
their way back to find Faith.
***
They arrived back in Sunnydale as the sun
was readying itself to slip out of the sky. Buffy had kept quiet for most of
the journey, allowing
“Here we are, guys,” Xander said, smiling a
little but not getting much of a response.
They filed into Giles’ apartment. Buffy had
become somewhat gloomy again; the car journey giving her far too much time to
think about the events of the last few days and how things had changed and
improved, to suddenly be snatched away from her. She just wanted to be happy.
It wasn’t much to ask for as far as she was concerned.
She wasn’t asking for a longer life, what
with being a slayer. She didn’t want fame or riches for what she did. She just
wanted Faith by her side so they could stand hand in hand in the constant
battle against evil.
“Excellent, you’re here.” Giles blustered
into the living room with a large musty looking book in his hand. “I have
everything ready for our locator spell so you’re just in time.” He nodded
towards
Buffy didn’t bother saying anything, as she
didn’t know what to say or do until she had a goal. Until she
knew where her dark slayer was, how to get there, and how to bring her back.
Giles assisted
“Ah, yes. . .I
think we’re almost there,” Giles said, then spoke some words from his large
book. A bright flash erupted in the room.
Xander fell off the armrest of the couch,
Buffy raised an eyebrow and
“Got her. I mean, found her. She’s still alive,”
Buffy could pretty much tell that Faith was
still alive anyway. If she wasn’t, she was sure she would have felt different;
maybe some kind of disconnection to their slayer link.
“Where is she?” Buffy asked. It was all she
needed to know in order to head off after her other half.
“We have been able to pinpoint her
whereabouts to a location about 50 miles south of
“Giles?” Buffy called out and moved over to the
stalwart watcher. “Thank you. For helping me with this I mean. I know Faith
isn’t exactly the model slayer, and she has issues with authority, but I know
she’ll be really grateful that you’re helping her. Us.”
“Well, there’s no doubt that Faith does
tend to require more effort in the watcher department. But I would never just
abandon her to the council. I hope you are fully aware that I support you
both.” He smiled gently at Buffy and continued on to the telephone.
Buffy stood by the couch. Xander had
replaced himself on the armrest once he had crawled out of his cowering
position on the floor, and
She listened in to some of Giles’
conversation with Angel. He basically asked the vampire to do what he could to
find out where it was exactly that Faith was being held, and to get back to
him. He replaced the receiver and turned to the group.
“Angel has offered to help us out with
retrieving Faith from the council. I agreed that we would meet him not far from
the location. Tonight.” Giles rubbed away at the
lenses of his glasses.
Buffy frowned a little. She hadn’t expected
Angel to really want to get that involved. She wasn't even sure if she wanted
him helping. Faith was Buffy’s. . .well, girlfriend
now, so it felt a tad awkward. And if she were being honest with herself, she
wanted to be the one to rescue her.
“Giles, are you sure we need him on this? I
mean, I know he can help with telling us about the location, but I don’t think
he needs to be there,” Buffy pointed out as she looked over at her Watcher.
“Buffy, I believe we are going to need all
the help we can get. The council has gone to a lot of bother to capture Faith,
so we must be fully prepared for a battle. I’m sure he doesn’t mind helping out
and offered the services of some of his own group of.
. .err, demon hunters and the like. Turning down his offer could jeopardise our
chances of getting Faith back,” Giles said softly but with confidence in his
words.
“Why do you have to be all smart? Ok, we’d
better get ready then,” Buffy nodded and made her way over to the weapons chest
nearby.
“Yep, let’s get busy with it.” Xander
sprang up from his position on the couch.
“Err, Xander I don’t think it would be
prudent for you to come along. You too, Willow. This could be a hard battle,”
Giles frowned as he looked over his glasses at the two friends.
“Is he attempting jest? He’s attempting
jest isn’t he?” Xander nudged Buffy conspiratorially. “I mean, if it’s a fight. . .we’re all fighty and
raring to go, right, Will?” he grinned.
“Yeah, definitely. Raring to go. .
.‘cause Faith’s our friend too, and we don’t leave our friends to. . .well, be
eaten by the big scary monsters or anything.”
“Guys, are you sure you want in on this?
You don’t have to. I mean, we’ve got Angel and his crew, and.
. .” Buffy trailed off at the sight of
“That’s settled it then, we’re coming.”
Giles shook his head a little, but he had a
smile on his face. He would never quite come to fully understand why two people
who really had no obligation to put themselves in any danger, continued to do
so for Buffy. And now it seemed for Faith too. He shrugged and went about
making preparations for their drive and the fight that would no doubt follow.
Buffy smiled widely at her friends and took a deep
breath. She fixed her mind on one thing. . .getting
Faith back. She had to get her back. There was just no question about it
whatsoever. Faith was her other half.
Now more than ever.
Part Twelve
Nothing Else Matters
The gang assembled their weapons and such
and were assigned tasks. Giles delegated in his usually haughty English manner,
and the mission to retrieve Faith got underway. Buffy was raring to go, unable
to think of anything but having Faith in her arms again. She felt desolate
without her.
“Right, we have everything ready. Let’s
make our way out to the car everyone.” Giles gestured for the gang to exit his
small apartment. “Buffy, can I just have a quick word with you?” He motioned
for her to hang back.
“Giles, we should hurry.” Buffy didn’t
really feel like standing around to chat, leaving Faith to endure whatever the
council would do to her.
“Don’t worry,
we’ll meet Angel in plenty of time. I just wanted to make sure you know that. . .well, Faith may be. . .the council obviously aren’t
pulling any punches with this, so. . .” he stammered, not finding the words.
“Don’t say it, Giles,” Buffy said, halting
him with her hand. “Faith is gonna be fine, ‘cause if she isn’t.
. .” she took a shaky breath, “I don’t know what I’ll do.” A salty tear rolled
down her cheek without her apparent permission.
She didn’t want to stop to think about the
possibilities that Faith may be in more trouble than she or the gang could
handle. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating at just the memory of all
the blood that had been left behind at the cabin. She swallowed back her tears
and squared her shoulders as Giles rested a hand on her arm.
“Of course. I’m sure she’ll be fine, Buffy. I just
wanted you to be prepared for the worst.” Giles frowned at the small and
delicate looking slayer.
She looked more fragile right now than he
had ever seen her before. Obviously he had underestimated the degree to which
the slayer connection affected the chosen two.
“I’m not gonna prepare for anything other
than bringing her back home, safely,” Buffy declared and turned on her heel,
resolved that they would all return from the clutches of the council.
Jumping into the backseat with Xander,
Buffy wrapped her jacket around herself almost protectively. Xander noticed
that it was in fact Faith’s denim jacket that Buffy was wearing. The sleeves
were a little too long, it was fraying around the edges, and probably hadn’t
seen the inside of a washing machine for quite some time, but the blonde girl
seemed to be clutching onto it for dear life.
He knew the two girls had become friends
over their time together, and the slayer-thing between them was obviously
strong. But the way Buffy was acting, like her world was about to crumble to
nothing, was slightly baffling to say the least. Xander didn’t think it would
be prudent to ask about it. He could see the sorrow in Buffy’s eyes, and that
told him she cared for Faith very much. He realised he would have to leave it
at knowing that much for the time being.
“Let’s go get us our slayer back,” Xander
rallied, punching the air enthusiastically. He winked at Buffy as she smiled a
little at him.
“Yeah, let’s go get our slayer,” Buffy said
quietly, looking out of the window as Giles started the engine and headed out
of his drive.
The journey was a fairly quiet affair as
the old car stuttered its way towards LA.
Things had moved so quickly from
attraction, to realising she was falling for Faith, to kissing, and then to almost
sex. She felt warm in all the right places just thinking about it all. Her body
seemed to be on fire for the sultry brunette, but not just that.
. .her heart was too. She longed to be close to her.
She realised of course, that even though
things had advanced at a quick rate for her over their time in the cabin, that things had been steadily building towards them
getting together for quite some time. It just felt like they belonged together.
Completed each other. It caused her chest to constrict
at the possibility of it all being taken away from her. Of
Faith being taken away.
“You ok, Buff?” Xander quietly asked her,
noticing her sad eyes staring out at nothing.
“Huh?” Buffy turned her head to look at her
friend. “Oh, yeah. I guess.” She didn’t know what to
say. Couldn’t put it into words without revealing her heart, and who had hold
of it.
Not that she didn’t want
her friends to know. After all
The gang reached the turnoff that Angel was
waiting at for their arrival. It was early morning now and the darkness seemed
to be creeping in all around them, blanketing the way ahead where there weren’t
as many lights as there were behind them. Where there weren’t as many people.
Giles stopped in front of Angel’s car and
got out. Buffy also left the vehicle, wanting to be in on whatever was said
between the two men. Angel made his way over to her watcher.
“Giles,” Angel nodded his hello. “Buffy.”
He took a step towards her, his arms twitching, like he was expecting a hug.
But Buffy didn’t really feel like massaging his ego right now, so she just
smiled a little at him and wrapped her arms around herself, staving off the
cool chill in the air.
“If we’re sure of what we are all doing,”
Giles began, “then I think we should get underway.”
“Of course,” Angel nodded. “Buffy? Are you
ok?” Angel frowned at her in his usual broody manner as Giles made his way back
to the car.
“Am I ok? Of course I’m not ok,” Buffy
snapped. “Sorry, I just want to get her back.” Buffy turned to head back to the
car.
“Wait.” Angel lightly held the small blonde
by the arm. “I just. . .I haven’t really spoken to you
for a while, so. . .” He looked to be racking his brain for something to say.
“Angel, can we please catch up after we get
Faith back? I don’t wanna waste any more time.” Buffy looked down at his hand
on her arm, but he wasn’t letting go.
“You’ve become close to Faith haven’t you,
Buffy?” Angel furrowed his brow even more.
“What do you mean?” she said coolly. “Are
we friends? Do I care about her?” She removed his hand from her arm; well aware
of the direction the conversation was going. “Yes, Angel, we are and I do. I
care about her a lot, but we can talk about this later. Please, let’s just go.”
Buffy didn’t want to discuss her relationship with Faith with her ex-boyfriend
right at that moment. She could see the jealousy in his eyes, so turned away
and got back into the car.
“Are we all set?” Giles checked.
“All
set.” Buffy closed her door and sighed, weighted with her anxiety.
Angel’s car drove off in front of them and
they followed. The landscape became ever darker as they moved away from the
main roads and onto what was more or less a desolate dirt track. After about 20
minutes of driving, both drivers killed their headlights and nudged them forwards, even slower than they had been going.
Buffy could feel the tension building
inside her. Her muscles were twitching and she was preparing herself mentally
for what lay ahead. She just hoped she could keep her cool and not lose focus.
This was a mission she couldn’t fail at. If she did, then she had no clue what
she would do, or how she would react. It wasn’t something she wanted to even
imagine having to deal with.
The vehicles slowed to a stop, not far from
a dark shape on the near horizon. Squinting, Buffy could make out that it was a
large barn. There were at least two windows with hazy, broken light peeking
through. And there was a van parked at the side of it. The van Faith had been
taken in.
“Right, this is it. You all know your
roles. Please, be careful.” Giles unbuckled his seat belt and quietly opened
his door and stepped out.
“Guys, I just wanted to thank you for
coming. And. . .if things get too rough, leave.
Promise me you won’t do anything heroic. That’s my job,” Buffy said, smiling at
both her friends then stepping out onto the dusty road they had stopped on.
The two groups organised themselves into
their positions, readying themselves for the confrontation.
They all had weapons of some sort, ready to
deal with everything, demons and humans. They had agreed to keep violence to a
minimum, no killing if at all possible. After all, the council henchmen were
human. Even if they were involved in an illegal kidnapping, Giles didn’t think
killing them would help their task in convincing them to leave Faith alone.
Edging their way forwards, Buffy slid into
slayer-mode. Every inch of her body in tune with her surroundings, as the chill
of the air bounced off her prickling skin. She trusted Angel with his
abilities, but she was a little more wary of Gunn. She didn’t know him, but if
Angel trusted him, she supposed it was best to go with that. She knew she would
keep her eye on him though. She didn’t want any of them fucking up.
Giles and Xander crouched down a few steps
behind them, ready with their weapons in case they needed to halt any escape.
She looked back into the murk of the night and took a slow breath, working out
her own escape route, clenching her jaw as she slapped down the thought that
she may be returning alone.
As they neared the dark mass of the quiet
barn, Buffy picked up the tingle that told her Faith was there. Inside. So close to her, yet she couldn’t just run in and
hold her. She stopped and revelled in the soft caress of the sensation down her
spine for a second. Angel looked in her direction, his eyes questioning. Buffy
nodded, and motioned for them to continue.
Before they could get much closer however,
one of the big doors on the left hand side of the barn flew open and a handful
of men filed out. Four to be exact. They must have
seen them coming, or had some kind of spell that
Without hesitation Angel and Buffy ran
forwards. Gunn rolled to the side, firing warning shots at the council members
headed towards them. They were armed. Two with small firearms,
and two with swords. Gunn must have decided not to risk the two with firearms
getting any closer. With well aimed shots he injured the men enough to take
them down; they fell to the floor.
Buffy reached the first of the fallen two
and kicked his gun away; Angel took care of the other guy. The two with swords
kept up their advance, swinging their blades with ease and skill through the
stifling black of their surroundings. Buffy had her own short sword to hand and
wasted no time in jumping into battle.
The two foes were defeated with apparent
ease. Even being aware of
There was a small amount of light coming
from inside, but Buffy couldn’t hear anything above the beating of her own
heart. Hesitantly she peeked around the door into the large space of the barn.
The light didn’t filter to the back of the room, but with her enhanced
eyesight, she could make out the shape of a body on the floor, but there was
nothing else. There didn’t seem to be any more henchmen waiting to pounce.
Gesturing to Angel who was close beside her
to follow, Buffy crouched down low and entered. She took every step with
caution, her senses super-aware to every movement and sound around her. Then
she heard it, the faint whisper of her name carried on the slight breeze
blowing through the barn. It was Faith. The body on the
floor.
***
She had the urge to rush forward, seeing
the brunette lying on the cold hard floor of the barn, not moving, not
reacting. It sent a shiver down her spine, but she stopped herself from rushing
in. She couldn’t risk being led into a trap. Angel stopped behind her, watching
her back as Gunn kept vigil at the door.
She called out softly. “Faith?”
There was no answer. No whisper back. “Faith? Baby,
talk to me,” Buffy called a little louder, sure that
Faith must have heard her.
The prone slayer shifted a little. Buffy
caught the movement despite the gloom around them. She could tell that Faith
was trying her best to sit up, but she was obviously weak. Buffy felt her heart
constrict, her chest tighten as tears welled in her eyes.
“Faith, don’t move. Just tell me, if you
can, how many there are?” Buffy crept forwards with every word, glancing all
around her for an attack.
“F-four,” Faith groaned out quietly.
Buffy looked back at Angel, he shrugged.
They had already incapacitated four of them.
“Baby, is it safe for us to come in?” Buffy
was only about 15 meters or so away from Faith and could now see that the
brunette was shackled to the wall behind her.
“Yeah,” was Faith’s soft response.
Buffy quickened her pace towards the obviously
injured girl, keeping her wits about her. She took to her knees next to Faith,
who was doing her best to raise her head, but wasn’t being very successful.
“It’s ok. Don’t move, baby. I’m here,”
Buffy soothed, gently touched the other slayer’s head, sweeping her dark hair
away from her face so she could look at her. Their eyes sought each other out,
sinking into each other’s depths in the shadows.
“B,” Faith whispered, and focused on the
pretty blonde in front of her.
“I’m right here. Are you ok?” Buffy looked the younger over.
“Yeah, just beaten,” Faith said, her voice cracking as she fought to stay awake.
Angel moved back and spoke to Gunn, telling
him to get Giles and Xander to tie up the council members outside. Then he
shuffled slowly towards Buffy again, standing behind her as she allowed tears
to fall from her pale eyes. He was more than a little shocked at how tender
Buffy was being with Faith. At the soft words, and the fact
that she was calling her baby. He wasn’t quite sure what he had missed.
“Buffy, we should get her out of here as
soon as we can in case others come. I doubt it was meant to be this easy.” He
gently touched her shoulder.
Buffy nodded slowly as Faith closed her
eyes, her chest rising and falling slowly as she lay bound to the dirt streaked
wall. Buffy moved to check on Faith, looking over her body, then lightly
touching her neck and back to ensure she had no major injuries there. Then she
checked on the chains. She pulled them a little but they were not going to budge.
“Angel, go and see if one of them has keys
for these.” She pointed out the shackles and he left the barn to go and check.
Sure that the beaten slayer didn’t seem to
be bleeding or seriously injured, Buffy sat down next to Faith and took her
hand, squeezing slightly as she felt the fingers within hers twitch.
“We’ll get you out of here, Faith. I’m
sorry I took so long.” She wiped her nose on her sleeve and jumped a little as
Faith spoke quietly.
“It’s ok. You. .
.you shouldn’t have risked it,” Faith said weakly, coughing. The pain she was
in was obvious.
“Of course I risked it. How could you ask
me not to? I would never just leave you, Faith.” Buffy reached out and caressed
the bruised face of the brunette, who did her best to shift her weight back so
she was lying more on her side and looking up at Buffy. “I love you, Faith. And
I wasn’t about to go losing you,” Buffy confessed her love softly and quietly
but she could tell that Faith had heard her perfectly.
The younger girl smiled despite her bruises.
She felt more than just saved in the physical sense. Her whole body felt like
it was humming from the inside out. Faith had never felt anything like it. It
was pure, uncompromising, and whole, and coming straight from Buffy. Buffy
loved her and she felt like she was flying.
She wished she could sit up and wrap her
arms around Buffy. She wanted to thank her, to kiss her. She wanted up off the
cold hard floor, but she was in a great deal of pain.
“Buffy, you know I.
. .” Faith coughed again, her broken ribs instantly quieting what she was about
to tell the girl leaning over her. She wanted to say it. That she loved Buffy
too. She needed to, but her words were caught in her throat as pain swept
through her body.
“Shh, don’t try
to speak, Faith. You can tell me later, when we get you safe.” Buffy’s heart
was almost beating out of her chest at what she was sure her friend, or
girlfriend rather, was about to say to her.
Dipping her head towards Faith, Buffy
captured her lips lightly with her own. She kissed her delicately, not wishing
to cause the other girl any more pain. She just had to make sure she was really
there. She just had to taste her lips and feel their closeness on a physical
level.
Brushing her lips over Faith’s, the older
girl gently brought her hand up to rest over her heart. She could feel it
beating beneath her fingers; pounding through Faith’s soft skin in a signal to
Buffy. A signal that filled her whole body with a warmth
she had never felt before. It filled her entirely, and pulled her deeper. Deeper in love with the beautiful brunette.
“Buffy, we’ve got the. . .” It was Angel,
with Xander and Giles following close behind. “keys.”
They had all witnessed her kissing the other girl.
She pulled away from Faith, but not
abruptly. Smiling at the worried look on the injured girl’s face, she turned
towards her captive audience and gestured for the keys hanging limply in
Xander’s hand.
“Stop gawking and pass me those,” Buffy
called, pulling herself to her knees. She spoke softly to Faith. “Now let’s get
you out of here.” Wasting no time, Buffy bent down to release her fellow
slayer.
She could feel three pairs of eyes boring
into her neck but she ignored it. Her concern right now was for Faith. She
would deal with everything else once she knew there was no more immediate risk.
Giles moved forwards to help her, and she felt a stray tear splash from her eye
as he smiled gently, placing a fatherly hand on her shoulder before setting
about helping her.
Buffy looked down at the girl she loved, and nothing
else seemed to matter. Everyone else would just have to get used to it, because
she wasn’t about to leave her life incomplete again. Not now she was pretty
sure that Faith felt the same. Their hearts were entwined and nothing was going
to jeopardise that. Nothing.