Chapter Four
Faith woke up slowly, she was way too comfortable to give up the feeling easily. She was relaxed and warm, and Buffy's scent was still all around her. That smell was the best thing ever, something she was going to remember all of her life, and she began breathing in deep as a smile lit her face.She wasn't even fully awake yet, but for some reason she was wondering how it was possible for skin to be as soft as Buffy's. Yeah sure, Buffy was the girliest of girly girls, but she was also a Slayer and it wasn't like she didn't get banged up all the time. Yet somehow her skin was still all smooth and silky, almost like velvet.
Faith rubbed her hand along the arm that was wrapped around her, loving the feel of the soft golden hair covering the skin. She pushed back into the warmth with a contented sigh and...
"What the fuck?!"
"Hey, sleepyhead. Guess I wore you out."
Faith rolled over, putting herself face to face with the owner of the world's softest skin.
"Buffy, what the hell are you doing?"
"What I always do after sex with you. Just laying around recovering, remembering everything we did."
"That's great, but maybe you could do that in your own room."
"Why? Is there a problem?"
Faith's face darkened:
"Don't fucking play games with me."
"I'm not. It's just, well this is the first time you've ever fallen asleep, and I guess I didn't know the proper etiquette."
"Yeah? Well you know we don't hang afterwards."
Buffy sat up, and as the sheet fell away, Faith's eyes took its place.
"True, but you're always the one who goes, not me."
"Well unless you got stupid in the two hours I been sleepin', I'm pretty sure you can figure out I don't want you here."
"So I should have just left then?"
"Yeah."
Buffy laughed and stretched, flopping back down onto her pillow with a sexy sigh that had Faith all hot and bothered.
"Okay, let me get this straight. I'm supposed to get you off, let you have your way with me, then while you get all comfy and cozy, I should just slink off like some skank in the night."
"No, but I don't do sleepovers and you know that."
"And that means what exactly? That I have to run off because you're too lazy now to do your own running?"
"B..."
Buffy rolled onto her side, her head propped up on her hand as she looked at Faith:
"Why can't you get off your ass and go? Sure it's your room, but so what? Hey I know, you can just go to my room and I promise I'll call you before I leave. That way you'll have plenty of time to clear out before I get there."
"Knock off the shit, Buffy. You know what I'm..."
"And if we happen to run into each other in the hall, make sure you keep your head down so we don't make any accidental eye contact. I wouldn't want you getting all shook up and having to..."
Faith got up and began putting on her clothes. Her face was like a mask, devoid of even the slightest glimmer of emotion.
"You need to get dressed and go."
"I'd say you're making that pretty clear."
"So? What's the hold up then?"
"Just remembering how you cuddled into me, how you sighed all happy and content before you woke all the way up and had to hide behind this shit again."
Faith was mad, her mask gone. She leaned over Buffy, their faces just inches apart:
"I'm not scared, Buffy, and I'm not hiding."
"Really? So what would you call it?"
"I'd call it smart. I'd call it me not wanting to get stuck with some clinging, whining..."
Buffy reached up and kissed her, pulling her down on top of her as she did.
"I don't cling unless you're inside me, and I never whine, except about clothes."
"B..."
"This isn't ‘clinging', okay? What this is is me and you, nothing else. We had mind-blowing sex and I made you come so hard you fell asleep, something I would like a little praise for when you can get around to it. I stayed here because I was happy and tired and hoping maybe when you woke up, we could do it all over again."
Faith had stopped struggling, but she still didn't look happy.
"I'm not making plans to move in or marry you, I just think this whole ‘leaving' thing is dumb. But hey, if you wanna keep doing it, go ahead. Just don't get pissed at me when you screw it up, and don't expect me to pick up the slack. I don't ‘fuck and run', that's all you."
Faith didn't know what to do. She needed to go, but in one way it was too late. She'd already stayed, so how could it hurt to stick around a little longer, especially when Buffy was moving so sexily underneath her.
But did that mean she was caving and letting herself get played? She honestly didn't know and that scared her, as did the fact that she always wanted to stay now, so much it felt like she was dying every time she left.
"F..."
Buffy lifted her head up next to Faith's ear:
"...I want you. There's plenty of time for you to run...later."
Before Faith could answer, Buffy grabbed her jeans and ripped them in half from the back.
"B, fuck! Those were my favorite..."
"I guess you were right after all."
"Huh?"
"If you stick around after, I'm gonna make you pay."
Faith couldn't help but laugh as she stood up and took off her shirt and the remnants of her jeans:
"Fine, but you're gonna fuckin' pay for that."
"You're such a big baby."
Faith's head dipped until she reached Buffy's breast. She blew lightly on the nipple, sliding her tongue around so slowly and softly, Buffy wasn't even sure what she was feeling. She thrust up to get more contact, but Faith pulled back.
"Always gotta try to control everything, don't ya? Well some shit just goes how it goes, no matter what ya want."
When their eyes met, Buffy knew that Faith was still upset. She was scared and angry, and she wasn't at all happy with her fuck buddy's behavior. When everything got added up, Buffy knew she was in for no small bit of payback.
Faith's fingers were swirling all around her breasts and stomach, barely there but promising to be, and the sensation already had Buffy shaking and sweating.
"I like bein' in control too, but me? I always just take what I want."
Buffy's nails dug into Faith's ass and it hurt, just like Buffy wanted it to.
"Faith..."
Her voice was a cross between a warning and a plea.
"Tryin' to hurt me, B?"
The nails dug in deeper.
"Yes."
"Well it's workin', that shit stings."
"F..."
Faith's hand dipped down and her finger went in slowly...so, so slowly.
"That's the thing though, B...I can get stubborn sometimes."
Buffy looked like she was in agony, her body straining for more:
"God, would you just..."
"Wow, sure are wet. You turned on or somethin'?"
Buffy'd had enough and she tried to roll them over, but Faith blocked her easily:
"None of that, Slayer. Figure I get to be boss in my own bed."
She kept teasing until she had Buffy on fire and aching for the more that she made sure stayed just out of reach.
"Now if you'd maybe ease up on my ass, might be able to concentrate on what I'm doin'."
She was lightly circling along Buffy's clit, her touch not doing a thing to relieve any of the pressure.
"...You are...such...a bitch."
"Me? Shit B, you're the one who's drawin' blood."
Buffy couldn't hold out any longer:
"Okay, fine."
Her hands went up to Faith's back, and Faith rewarded her by setting a tempo they both seemed to like. In just minutes, Buffy was right on the verge...then suddenly all movement stopped, and the noise that escaped from her was pure frustration:
"...What...are you..."
"Was just thinkin', odds are you're gonna scratch my back when I make ya come. It's a classic, right? Chick comes screamin', leaves some painful ass grooves on some poor sap's back."
"Faith, you'd better stop pushing me."
Her fingers plunged in, causing Buffy to scream out as her hips lifted.
"Call me nuts, but I think you like it when I push."
Almost against her will her legs wrapped around Faith's waist, meeting her thrust for thrust. Faith kissed her long and hard, and Buffy felt like she was going to die from all the stimulation. The fingers gliding in and out so expertly, the lips and tongue almost brutal as they took what they wanted, the feeling of Faith's skin rubbing and sliding along hers, all of it was making it hard for Buffy to think clearly.
"'Sides, pretty sure it was you who was doing the pushing just a few minutes ago."
"...What do...What do you mean?"
"Wasn't that you before who was tryin' to push us someplace else?"
"...Such a...baby...God, don't stop..."
Faith's grin had way more than just a touch of cruelty in it:
"Kinda wondering how long I can keep ya here, ya know since you're so big on stayin'."
"It's not a...crime to..."
Faith sped up again, her thrusts hard and fast. She leaned down to kiss her way along Buffy's neck, then whispered into her ear:
"Gonna keep you right on the edge. Price ya pay for not goin' when ya shoulda."
"Fuck you...F."
"Maybe later, nowhere near done with you yet."
She bit down hard, then slid her way southward, her mouth stopping to appreciate all of Buffy's most important parts along the way. It seemed to take her forever until she reached her goal.
"Gotta admit though, this is one of my favorite spots ever."
She blew lightly and Buffy nearly screamed.
"Geez B, sure are wound up."
Her tongue flicked out, and Buffy made a sound like she was bring tortured.
"Stop...teasing...me."
"Or what?"
"Faith..."
Faith nuzzled in, her tongue dipping inside for a few precious seconds. Buffy's hands clung to her head, trying to force her closer, but Faith pulled back:
"Buffy, c'mon now. Told ya I'm in charge."
"Would you..."
"You keep bein' bad, trying to make me do shit I don't wanna do."
"I wasn't..."
There was no time for more of a response as Faith's tongue entered her again for one exquisite moment, and Buffy's hips lifted into the air trying to get her to go deeper and stay there. Faith laughed as she pulled back again:
"See? Like that. I don't know, maybe I oughta tie ya up."
"...Just...try it."
There was a sharp, painful nip on her inner thigh that had Buffy crying out, and when their eyes met, the look on Faith's face wasn't exactly pleasant:
"Don't dare me, B, or you're gonna find yourself spread-eagled and begging...all night long."
She began licking and sucking, and Buffy was quivering right on the edge:
"Yes...that's it..."
Faith's head lifted:
"You sure you want this, B?"
"Bitch!"
"Hey, don't get pissed, I just wanna be sure. Wouldn't wanna push ya into doing something you don't want."
Faith slid agonizingly up her body, and each touch had Buffy moaning and jerking.
"Tell ya what, you beg me and I'll help ya out."
"...'Beg you'?"
"Yeah, just to be sure you really want it."
"Fuck you."
Buffy tried to get up, but Faith pinned her to the bed.
"Let go of me."
"Geez B, workin' yourself closer and closer to that whole bondage scene."
"I am not going to beg you for..."
Faith lowered her hips and began a grinding motion that hit all the right spots. Buffy couldn't stop herself from yelling out, nor could she stop her hips from moving in rhythm.
"Fact is, Princess...you're doin' whatever the fuck I say you are. Now beg me."
"Oh God, just like that..."
"Beg me, Buffy."
"Right there...I'm almost..."
Faith lifted slightly, maintaining contact, just not enough to satisfy anyone.
"What are you..."
"Told ya, wanna hear you beg. You're not gettin' shit ‘til you do."
Before she could speak the pressure was back, and Buffy was barely hanging on. She'd never felt so out of control, and she couldn't stop her body from moving. She couldn't stop the pathetic sounding whimpers that kept sneaking out either, no matter how hard she tried.
"Say ‘please'."
Buffy couldn't take it anymore, she felt like she was going to explode if Faith didn't let her come. Her whole being...body, mind, and soul needed it, and she was so turned on she could barely form words:
"...Please..."
"What?"
"Please let me..."
"Let ya what? Mind givin' me a complete sentence here?"
Buffy opened her eyes then, her anger apparent:
"Please let me...come..."
"That's good, but didn't hear the ‘begging' word."
"...Faith...Okay, fine...I'm begging you to...let me...come."
"Now was that so hard?"
Faith's body lowered and she set a punishing pace. In just a matter of moments Buffy got there, the strength of her orgasm lifting them both off the mattress. Faith never slowed at all, still rubbing and thrusting as her mouth claimed Buffy's nipple.
She bit down a little too hard as her hand roughly squeezed Buffy's other breast, and then she had her sailing again, even though she'd barely given her time to come back down. Buffy's mind whirled off in a haze of pleasure, and when she regained her senses, Faith's mouth was already busy driving her to another peak.
She could do nothing except go. Faith was pushing her higher and higher, and how that was even possible, well Buffy didn't know. She was screaming almost constantly now, her voice hoarse and unlike anything she'd ever heard.
Her body was tense, so tense, and Faith continued to lick and suck and bite and thrust. Buffy felt it coming from a long way off, and the intensity scared her as she felt it building and building. She needed to feel connected, she needed not to be alone, and just then Faith reached up and linked their hands together.
Buffy lost it completely as her orgasm overtook her, her voice practically bellowing out of her as she screamed the only word she could:
"Faaaaiitthh!!!"
That was it, all she could think, all she could say, all she could feel.
When she awoke she was, of course, alone. She laid there for a while, wondering if she should call her room just to be on the safe side, but she knew that Faith was long gone.
"Gee look everyone, it's the fabulous ‘fuck and run'...Wheee!"
Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, partly because it was still way over on the scratchy side, partly because she was talking out loud to herself like a crazy person.
She stood up gingerly and got dressed, her body sore and satisfied. She wanted nothing more than to make it back to her own room without running into anyone, because she definitely did not want to talk. She just wanted a shower and the chance to collect herself before she had to get back to business, whatever the hell that was.
She made it safely, but she knew she couldn't dally too long. She had duties, obligations, responsibilities, and she couldn't just sit alone in her room thinking about Faith like she wanted to. She couldn't just run off either, somebody had to be the adult, and why that always had to be her, well she had no real answer for that.
It wasn't helping anything that Willow and Xander were still out of the country, she desperately needed their advice and friendship. But they weren't going to be home for at least another two weeks, and she couldn't really discuss the newest developments on the phone. Everything had escalated since they'd been gone, and now it was all too crazy and convoluted to try and explain without being face to face with all the time in the world to go over things.
Giles was still available, but Buffy would rather die than discuss her sex life with him. She knew he'd probably rather die too, and she had no desire to kill him, although it didn't take long before she began wondering if her non-desire was quite accurate after all.
She emerged from a long hot shower with just a towel wrapped around her head, and saw the message light blinking on her phone. She considered pretending that she'd never seen it, but Buffy was still the Slayer, and avoiding her responsibilities was not something she did anymore, at least not since her affair with the Immortal.
She grinned wryly as she thought about how that relationship had come to an abrupt end and hit the playback button:
"Buffy, Giles here. I just wanted to let you know that you've been assigned to group patrol tonight. Also, Willow called and wanted me to remind you to remind Kennedy to feed her fish. Right then, I shall speak to you later."
She definitely wanted to kill him. He'd stuck her on "Newbie Patrol"...again.
The towel was tossed aside as she dressed quickly and ran down the stairs, banging on Kennedy's door as she flew past:
"Feed the fish!"
Giles was in his office with the door wide-open, and Buffy was talking before she'd even entered the room:
"Giles, let somebody else baby-sit. I don't..."
He never even glanced up from the paperwork on his desk:
"Need I remind you that these girls look up to you? They idolize you, and it's a tremendous thrill for them to go out on patrol with The Slayer."
"Yeah, I'm just thrilling. Can't somebody else..."
"Buffy, do stop being tiresome. You are only required to ‘baby-sit', as you so charmingly put it, five or six times a month. Surely you can manage."
She glared at him and when that did nothing, she began pouting:
"But Giles..."
"Oh all right, here."
She looked up at him hopefully, only to see that he was handing her a pen.
"What's this for?"
"I suggest you take it with you on patrol. That way you'll have something with which to sign autographs."
"Giles!"
It was funny and she laughed, even though she felt like punching him.
"Now off you go. I've a veritable mountain of paperwork to slog through, unless perhaps you'd care to assist me with..."
She was out the door before he could finish the sentence, tossing his pen back onto his desk as she made her escape. He was without a doubt the meanest Watcher on the entire planet, and she loved him more than she could ever explain. She still wanted to kill him though.
