Chapter 5: Fuckin’ Buffy
When Buffy comes home I'm in bed. She was later than she said she'd be but that's cool with me. I'm not one to get all suspicious, or mad about stuff like that. If you're late, you're late, it's not like we had plans. Well, we had sex plans, but she was the one they were for mostly, so her bein' late was just hurtin' her.
She tip toes into our room thinkin' I'm asleep. I reach out and grab her leg as she passes by.
The scream she lets out, I wasn't ready for and I scream too.
She turns on the light.
"Fuckin' hell, B!!"
"Jesus, Faith!"
"Who were you expectin'?"
Christ my heart feels like it's gonna explode, she's clutchin' at her chest too.
"I didn't realize you were awake!"
We take a moment or two to calm down.
"You weren't sleeping?"
"Uh, no."
She gets a suspicious smile on her face. "What was my nasty girl doing?"
I wink.
"Thinkin' about the conversation I had with my Aunt." I say all sexy and she gets a confused ‘ick' face before the lightbulb goes off.
"Oh! How did that go?" She plops herself down on the side of the bed.
"It went better than I expected."
"That's good right?"
"Yeah, very good."
"How's your grandmother?"
"Not dead, which is awesome. But she's in the hospital. She fell about a month and a half ago and hit her head, was in a coma for about 2 weeks and they said she wouldn't come out of it. But she stuck it to them."
"Sounds like someone else I know." She smirks.
"Yeah? Who?"
"Smartass."
"So, my grandmother's in the hospital and Aunt Dee wants us to go up there."
"When do we leave?"
"Well, I was gonna make sure it was ok with you first."
"Does it look like I'm not ok with it?"
"No, but I didn't know if you'd have anything planned."
"When?"
"Next weekend?"
"Nope." She leans down to give me a kiss. "I'm proud of you, ya know."
"For what?"
"Do I really need to say it?"
"No, I'm just bein' a smartass."
"I'm glad you admit it."
"Never said I wasn't."
"What did you say you were?"
"Best girlfriend ever."
"You think so?"
"Better than Kennedy, that shit's for sure." I smile expectin' her to smile too but she stiffens and looks all upset.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, Faith."
"Don't bullshit me, Buffy. Something happened."
"I don't want you getting upset."
"How can you tell me not to get upset when I don't know what I'm not supposed to be upset about?"
"Then you don't need me to tell you, because nothing good can come of it anyway."
"Fuck, B. Just spill it already!" I sit up.
"No, how can I tell you now? Look you're getting that vein popping out on your neck." She points to my neck like I can see it.
"Buffy, you can't just leave me hangin'. I want to know. What can be worse than already knowin' that Kennedy cheated on Red?"
"It's who she cheated with." She looks all nervous.
I'm puzzled for a minute and then it fuckin' dawns on me. Dawns....No, that possibility just popped into my head when I said that. At first I was thinkin' it might be Vi or Rona or one of the other former SITs but Kennedy did have that week in England and Dawn was gonna give her a room to stay.
"Faith, it's not me!! You're turning red."
"Was it Dawn?"
B looks as puzzled as I felt a second ago, "No!! Oh ewwww, no. I'd have broken her legs by now. No."
"Xander? Andrew?"
"Are you smoking crack? Andrew?"
"Xander?"
"No, stop thinking crazy."
"It's how I think, can't be helped."
"Ok, look I'll tell you, mostly because I don't want any other weird visions in my head." She shakes her head and I have to laugh at that. "It's just, if I tell you you're gonna be mad, and we had a night planned and all."
She's tryin' to salvage 'Sex Night'. She'd have to tell me really something distubin' to ruin that.
"You're not mad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you think I'll be mad, why aren't you mad?"
"Because I think it's kinda funny, in a sick way."
"Buffy, I'm dyin' here, my head hurts now."
"Sorry. Ok, it was..." She gets up off the bed. "Danielle." She looks back at me and waits.
Like that's supposed to mean something to me. She looks surprised that I don't know who that is. I give her a ‘Yeah, and?' look.
"Danielle who's in Italy."
I think about it a moment, "I remember a Danielle, about your height, was fuckin' funny how she looked just like you except for...."
OH FUCK NO!!!!!!!!!!!! One of B's body doubles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I leap out of the bed and Buffy's ready for me, she catches me around the waist and pulls me back into the room.
"I said not to get mad!!"
"Let me go, B. I'm gonna fuckin' kill her!!"
"Faith, calm down!!!"
"How can you tell me to be calm?!"
"Because I don't want you upset, now quit it!!!"
"B, think about it," I'm holdin' on to the door frame tryin' my best to pull myself out of her grasp. The wood's creakin' like a bitch. "What if it were my body double she cheated with?!"
"I thought about that, and it wouldn't matter to me, the fact that she cheated at all is what I'm mad about!"
I relax a bit and it lets her pull me back to the bed.
"She's got real fuckin' problems that one!"
"I know."
"What's she got to say for herself?!"
"She said she was sorry."
"Sorry?! She'll be fuckin' sorry alright!"
I'm pacing around like a caged tiger.
"Don't do anything, Faith. Willow is handling it."
"Fuckin' millions of girls in the world, and thousands of slayers! Why did she pick one of your doubles?!"
"I didn't ask."
"Well, I fuckin' think I know, and it's the reason she's been a total asshole to me since she and Will got back!"
"Faith, don't even go there!"
"Buffy, don't tell me what to do, it's a perfectly good place to go!"
"No, it's not! It's a very, very, weird place to go, and I don't want to think about it! I didn't want this tonight! Shit!"
Shit, she said ‘shit'. That means she's gettin' totally pissed and I feel bad because tonight was supposed to be her and me and no hang ups. Just me lovin' her, and her lovin' me back. Instantly all the anger I feel suddenly becomes less. It's not totally gone away, but it doesn't matter anymore. What matters is the woman standin' in front of me, right here and now.
I sit down on the bed and let thoughts of killin' Kennedy leave my mind. I reach out for Buffy's hand and she lets me take it. I hold it in both of my hands, just lookin' at it, tryin' to let her strength soothe me. She puts her other hand in my hair and strokes some of the strands out of my face, before tippin' my chin up so I can look in her eyes.
"It wasn't me, Faith. It'll never be me."
"I know, B. It's just..."
"I know, and we're on it. She's either up to something or she's in love with me." She shudders a little at that.
My hands squeeze hers tighter but not too hard, I'm just gatherin' some of that strength. I stroke her knuckles and rub the back of her hand. The diamonds in her ring are so sparkly they look like they're winkin' at me. Makes me wanna kiss ‘em, so I do. She puts her hand back in my hair and strokes my head lovingly. I'm at peace.
I finally look back up into her eyes and she's smilin' down at me. My heart pangs. Fuck, she's gorgeous. And she smells fuckin' awesome too. I smell somethin' more than her perfume, which I really like, but fuck if I can remember the name of it. Blue or somethin' like that. I wear whatever she gets for me ‘cause she says she loves to smell it on me. And if you didn't realize it before, I'm all about what she wants. Anyway, this time I smell tomato sauce mixed in with the perfume. I pull her down so she's straddlin' my lap and I bury my face in her chest.
One of my favorite places in the world. I visit often. Best part about visitin' here is, I'm always welcome.
"Mmmm, you smell like lasagna, baby." I say into her sweater.
"That's ‘cause Will and I went to that restaurant in Little Italy."
"No! Buffy, you know I love that place! Why did you go there without me?" I pout into the girls.
"Will needed some comfort food and we were down there so I took her."
"Carmine'll think I'm in the dog house. We always go there together." I look up at her and pout.
"I told him you were spending time with family and he understood. He gives you his best. By the way, I didn't leave you hanging." She gets that mischievous smile I love to see on her. "I brought you something."
I get up so fast that I almost topple her to the ground, at the last second I catch her before she hits her head on the floor.
"Woah! Good save. I would have kicked your ass for that one."
"Sorry, baby." I secure her to me by putting her arms around my neck and run into the kitchen. "Where is it?!"
"Fridge."
"Oh, fuck, B. Is this what I think it is?!" I take out the aluminum foil package and cradle it like the Holy Grail.
"Meatball sub with extra provolone. There's also some dessert in there for ya."
"Tiramisu?"
"Mmmhmmm"
"Oh, baby, you're the fuckin' BEST!"
"You ate popcorn for dinner, didn't ya?"
"You know me all too well." I put on a funny voice. "Youuuu know toooo much." Buffy giggles and I set her on the counter while I heat up my sandwich in the toaster oven.
While it's heatin' I stand in between her legs and show her how much I missed her. Damn, kissin' her is the best thing in the world! I missed her a lot today. I'm gettin' to be a real wuss when it comes to shit like this. And ya know what? Who the fuck cares! It feels awesome to have someone like this, and I don't care what my old friends would think.
The timer goes off and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I don't care, let it burn, I didn't have this all day.
Buffy pulls back and I groan.
"Faith! It's gonna burn!"
Oh, shit! It's double provolone, I can't let that shit go to waste. Besides I can always go back to kissin' her when I'm done piggin'.
"Damn, B. I..."
"Words fail you over balls of meat, tomato sauce and cheese. That's good to know."
"Smartass. I was goin' to say, I don't need this when all I really need is you, but now me and Mrs. Meatball Sub will be gettin' busy while you sit there all gettin' nothin'." I wave my hand dismissin' her.
"Would you just eat the damn thing already!"
Oh, I know what's goin' on here. She didn't eat dessert because she wanted to share it with me, and she's a little impatient. Probably a little impatient about what she's gonna get after dessert, too. ‘Cause yeah, she's still gettin' that, I won't let her down. As long as I can keep the thoughts of Kennedy and Buffy's double out of my head, shit.
I sigh right before I was gonna take a bite.
"Are you getting nostalgic over the sandwich? Should we adopt it?"
That makes me laugh. Fuck it, I'm hungry. No thoughts of that ‘whoooer' again tonight. But we will have to hash that shit out, because I'm not givin' it up that easy.
Wow, that was a good goddamn sandwich, hit the spot! I wash it down with a beer and wrap my arm around Buffy as I drink. I didn't let her get down off the counter, while I ate standin' up. It wasn't gonna take me that long so why let her go somewhere and have to go lookin' for her? Besides, she got to share some of my meatballs.
"Uuuuurp!" I turned my head right at the last second for that one. Good thing ‘cause that would have been right in B's face.
"Charming. Any more bodily functions in your repertoire tonight?"
I smile at her all satisfied. "A few, but nothin' you won't like." I wink, lettin' the meanin' of that sink in while I reach for the container with the dessert.
"Can I get down off the counter?"
I stand back between her legs. I shake my head no as I open the container.
"No?"
"Uh, uh."
"Are you just going to eat it in front of me?"
"If ya want I'll eat it off ya, but no. I'm gonna feed ya."
"Awww. You'd feed me?"
I nod. "When you're old and decrepit I'm gonna be feedin' ya mashed peas and junk."
"Oh, and I'm sure you'll be all young and not decrepit right?"
"I am younger than you, B."
"By like a year."
"You say potato and I say potahto."
"Yeah, I bet you did." She gets a thoughtful look. "Did you have a thicker Boston accent, baby?"
I think of it while I spoon out some of the Tiramisu. "Ya mean thicker then when I first went out to SunnyD?"
"Uh huh." She accepts the spoonful I offered to her. "Mmmm. Damn, that's so good!"
I lean in and kiss her and taste the coffee liqueur and cream on her tongue. "I know right, best in NY!" I say when I pull back.
"So did you?"
"Yeah, well, for some reason I didn't have a real, real strong accent. And I tried not to let it show so much when I got to SunnyD, didn't want to be the odd one out." I chuckle, "I mean more than I already was."
She gets a little glare, because she doesn't want to rehash that old argument, then she softens as she accepts another spoonful into her mouth. Her eyes roll up a little as she's givin' head to the spoon. I know that's not how she'd like me to describe it, but I'll be fucked if that isn't what it looks like she's doin'! She ‘Mmmms' again and pulls back waitin' for me to eat some so she can have some more.
God damn she's makin' me hot!
"And now?"
"Now?" What the fuck were we talkin' about?
"Yeah, where's your accent now? I only really notice it when you say anything with an ‘a' or an ‘o'."
"What like ‘one'?"
"No, like with a short ‘a' or a long ‘o'."
I wasn't much for payin' attention in class and this conversation is startin' to get funny to me.
I put my hand on her head, "How about stuff with a short ‘b'," I move my hand to under her ass, "And a big ‘a'?"
She narrows her eyes at me and I wink. "I'm letting that go mostly because I want to know about your accent. But keep up the short comments and I'm kickin' your big ‘a'."
"Got it."
"Anyway, as I was saying, I mostly hear your accent when you say things like ‘Aunt' and some other things like ‘anything' or ‘about'."
I'm puzzled by that. "How do I say Aunt?"
"Like that, silly."
"Well how do you say it?"
"Aunt."
"What was the difference?" I'm confused.
"Ok, let me demonstrate, and this is not me makin' fun of your accent or heritage or Boston or anything like that, ok?"
Ha! Seems we've gotten into a few of those arguments before, she's coverin' all the bases.
"Ok."
"Ok, you said ‘Ahnt' and I said ‘Ant'."
"Oh! ‘Ant' like the bug."
"Yeah."
"Shit, I never noticed that before."
"Really?"
"No, it sounded to me like we were sayin' the same thing. I guess I'm not too observant with that stuff."
"I think it's cute."
"You would."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Uh oh, I stepped over the boundary into ‘get my ass kicked territory'.
"Nothin', sweety. I was just jokin'. You want some more of this?" I distract her with ‘coffee creamy goodness' as she would say.
She nods her head while keepin' one stink eye on me.
"You givin' me the ‘Mal-oik', B?"
"The what?" She ‘mmmms' again as she eats another spoonful.
God, what she does to that spoon is probably illegal in most southern states. I have to shake my head to concentrate.
"The Mal-oik, it's really pronounced Mal'occhio. Meanin' bad eye. Or stink eye as the Americans say."
She's got a dreamy look on her face, "Say that again."
"Stink eye?"
"No, the Italian word."
"Oh, Mal'occhio."
"That's too sexy. Why didn't you ever speak Italian before?"
"I totally did!"
"Pizza, pasta, lasagna and meatball sub, doesn't count!"
She's a nut, I laugh at the meatball sub thing.
She looks serious, "Why didn't you tell me about your family before, Faith?"
I get ashamed. I don't really have a good excuse. I just didn't want her to know much about me.
"You'll get mad, B."
I hold up another spoonful and she shakes her head. I sigh and put it back into the container and she takes it out of my hand and sets it down next to me.
"I promise I won't."
I look over her shoulder and she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. She gives my forehead a sweet kiss.
"I just didn't want you knowin' much about me."
"Why not?"
"'Cause if you knew how...."
"Messed up?"
"Sorta."
"Normal?"
"That, too."
"Faith, I haven't found out too much about you that I haven't liked. Except your unwillingness, or inability to share with me. And don't look like that."
I must be givin' her the stink eye.
"I'm just saying I don't know why it's so hard for you. Unless you've got more painful things that you want to keep hidden. Or...."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll find out that you used to wear fuzzy bunny slippers and liked Barbie dolls."
"Shit, I loved Barbie dolls! No mystery there."
"You did?!"
"Yep, loved to have her and her ‘friend' Skipper in all sorts of compromisin' positions. Used to drive my mom apeshit."
"Was Skipper the brunette?"
"Yep, she was all sporty."
"Ha!" She starts laughin'.
"What's so funny."
"You were totally acting out our relationship even before we met."
I start laughin' with her. "I guess it is destiny!"
That has her laughin' even harder.
Somehow we end up frantically kissin'. I'm undoin' her jeans and she's pullin' my shirt up over my head.
Head. Sounds like a plan. I can't resist her; her scent is so strong it's drivin' me nuts. I can see that her panties are darker over her crotch as I spread her legs on the counter. Shit, she's gonna totally freak about this later ‘cause it's ‘oogy' to think her friends stand at this counter and she had sex on it but fuck it, I don't care about that right now and neither does she apparently ‘cause she's spreadin' those beautiful legs for me.
I want to kneel down and worship her, but the counter's too high for that and I don't want to pull her off to make her stand. It's a feeling I've had since yesterday, and I don't know why but it's kinda overwhelmin'. I guess I could still worship her like this. I pull her hips closer to the edge and bend slightly bringin' my face closer to her center, I can see that her clit is hard and strainin' against the material, I place a kiss on it as I take a deep breath. I can hear her sigh and she places her hands on my head. That makes me smile.
"You're so wet, B. And you smell so good, just like honey." I look up into her eyes and can see the desire in them gettin' too much, something's gotta happen. Now.
I pull off her jeans and shoes, I leave her socks on. Shit, that's so hot. Everything seems to be heightened. My senses, her hotness. I'm shakin' with desire as I reach for her panties. She sees this and takes my hands in hers to calm me.
"It's ok, baby. Take your time."
"Oh I will, sweetness. You're in for a hell of a ride, you might want to hold on." I wink at her then place her hands back on my head and start pullin' off her panties. She lifts her hips to help me and I can see her pussy is drippin'. My clit twitches and that's it, I can't stand it any longer. I bend down and take a long lick tastin' her from bottom to top.
"Fuck, Faith!" She says loudly as she feels my tongue slip over her reddened clit. It's so fuckin' hard and swollen. She's got one of the biggest clits I've ever seen. She was so totally self conscious about it, she wouldn't let me go down on her for the first couple of weeks we were together. She thought I would make fun of her ‘cause I would think she was a freak or somethin'. That was when we were still havin' some trust issues. Anyway, I had to show her I didn't think that, and I did it all night.
I suck it into my mouth and roll my tongue around it, I hear a loud bang and I can only imagine Buffy's hand, that just left my hair, hit the door of the cupboard. She's moanin' and gaspin' and cursin' like you wouldn't believe. She's also tryin' to fit her whole crotch into my mouth and I have to hold her hips in place on the counter or she'll buck me off, and/or break my nose. That last one is not really a fun thought because then she'd want to stop doin' what we're doin' and I don't wanna!
I move my mouth away and spread her legs just a bit more, she's so open and swollen, her lips are glistenin' and I can see them pulsin'. Shit, it won't be long now. I dive right back in and gather some of that sweet juice. Then I push my tongue into her hole and fuck her like that until she's right on the edge. I don't know what I want to do more, feel her come with my tongue in her, on her clit, or while I'm kissin' her. So, I make a decision, I'll just have to fuck her two more times, at least, and then I'll be satisfied. I see her throbbin' clit and it's callin' to me. I wrap my lips around it and hear that loud bang again, then Buffy puts her hands in my hair to hold on as her clit explodes in my mouth.
"Fuck yes!!!!!!!! Faith, yes!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Her hips are doin' their damndest to buck me off, but I cling to her like I wanted to all day.
Finally she quiets down and her thighs relax their hold on my head. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Mmmmmm is right, B. I don't know what's sweeter, you or the dessert."
"Really?"
I lap up all her remaining juices and give a quick kiss to her clit, she shivers a little. Now she's got that face that I love so much. That dopey, sleepy, doc face. Ha! Kiddin'. It's that dopey, sleepy, just-got-the-best-head-ever face.
"Nah, you win hands down. Sweetest muffin' ever." I wink at her.
She pulls me up to her and I immediately plunge my tongue into her mouth, she starts suckin' on my tongue like I was suckin' on her clit and now it's my turn to moan. She wraps her legs around my waist and I start massagin' her lower back and ass. Damn, she's still horny. I can tell because she's rubbin' herself on my stomach. It feels hot, wet and nasty and I fuckin' love it!
I let her dictate the pace because I don't want to hurt her, she'd still be pretty sensitive after that monster orgasm she just had. I just have to wait until she's at that point of no return and then I can do my thing. I've decided, I wanna suck her while she's leanin' against the counter and I'm kneelin' down. I know it's weird, but I just can't shake that thought and I'm pretty sure she'd get off really hard.
I break our kiss and look into her eyes as I roll her nipple between my fingers. She lets out a groan and grinds herself harder on my stomach. Her hands find their way back into my hair and she pulls me down to her lips for another deep kiss. I can hear her breathin' get more shallow and I know that's my cue to do what I need to. I break my contact with her mouth and she pouts and I smirk at her while she tries to lock her ankles around my waist.
"Uh, uh, uh, baby." She gets a deep frown on her pretty face. "Hey, none of that, I wanna try something."
She quirks an eyebrow.
"You'll have to get down off the counter." I spread her legs so I can step back to let her get down off the counter.
"I-I'm not sure I can stand."
"I'll help you." I kneel down as she slides down from her perch.
She stands before me with her thighs quivering slightly. I smooth my palms over them makin' her hips jump a littl. I still have that overwhelming feelin' of wantin' to worship her. Well, I guess I'm in the perfect position to do that.
I bring her hips forward as I lick up her inner right thigh, I can feel her flesh tremble under my tongue. While my tongue explores her thighs I rub her ass cheeks and listen to her moan.
"Faith, that feels so good, baby." She whispers out.
After lickin' the juices off her skin that had leaked out from her pussy, I concentrate on the source of the wetness. First, I push my nose in close and breath deep. Shit, it smells so good it's makin' me lightheaded. I'm pretty sure I've never been this turned on by givin' her head before. Or anyone else for that matter. Next, I lick around her hole and lips but I'm careful not to touch her clit just yet. I want her to get harder first. I blow some air onto her clit and she gasps.
I look up and she's got one hand on her nipple as the other is holdin' on to the counter. Her hair looks wild and she's shakin' her head from side to side. I lean in and with every swipe of my tongue over her hole, her pussy leaks out more juice. I smile. I want her to come so hard in my mouth that she can't walk anymore. I had better do more than just tease her if I want to count that as a mission accomplished.
Reachin' up, I roll her other nipple in my hands as I study her pussy for a minute. It's so pretty. Her clit's all red and swollen and peakin' way out from her hood. Her pink lips are puffy and glistenin' and her hole keeps winkin' at me everytime I pinch her nipple. As for Buffy, she looks like she's tryin' to climb the fuckin' counter and cabinets backwards.
"I love this so much."
"What?" She couldn't hear what I whispered.
"Your vertical smile." I grin because I just remembered a poem I wrote to her a year ago. It was our first official Valentine's Day as a couple, and as usual I fucked up.
Buffy was doin' what she always does with stuff like that, she was plannin' a romantic day for just the two of us, and I asked her what she wanted. Of course, like most girly girls she says "Nothing." because that's the polite and proper thing she was taught that a lady should say. So, what does fucknuts (me) do? I get her just what she said she wanted.
Let me tell ya, big fuckin' mistake. She was really disappointed and I played it off like I was kiddin'. Well, she knew better and got all hurt, but she didn't say much about it. That's when she developed a case of the ‘get-the-fuck-out-of-my-sights' and bein' the stubborn person I am, I granted her request and took a walk. Good thing I did ‘cause I saw this flower shop, where I was able to snag some really fuckin' righteous roses for the bargain price of half the hundred in my pocket. Then I saw this stationary store and bought a card with a pretty girl smilin' at a flower. I had to buy a pen and then I walked around for a while before sittin' on a bench to collect my thoughts.
I coulda probably collected all the thoughts I had in a thimble. I was drawin' a fuckin' blank. I mean, I knew I loved her, and all, but I didn't just want to write ‘I love you'. So I did the next best thing. I drew from my wealth of smutty jokes and poems that I used to amuse myself with. So I wrote:
I love your toes,
I love your nose.
I love your hair,
I love your stare.
I love your grace,
I love your face.
I even love when I haven't seen you in a while,
‘cause if I get lucky you let me see your vertical smile.
Dumb as shit? Yeah, but it made her laugh, after she frowned at it for a while. I had put it in front of her door (it wasn't my apartment yet) and knocked. Then did the chicken shit thing to do and peaked around the corner to see how she would take it. She laughed and called out my name and I came slinkin' back to her. She said it was the best present she had got in a long time, and I told her I was sorry for bein' such a retard about presents and things. She forgave me, even though she denied carin' about not gettin' a gift and we had hot sex in her bed before goin' out to a café for a really nice time of just starin' and fondlin' the shit out of each other between bites of pastry and sips of coffee. It was a great day.
So, back to right now. She lets out a small laugh at my vertical smile joke, and then gets a look of ‘just fucking service me already', well she wouldn't ever say something like that but I wish she would. I'd like her to be more dominant and forceful sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to want her to go all Mistress Buffy or nothin' but I'd be her fuckin' slave for a while.
With that in my mind I let go of her thighs and clasp my hands behind my back. I follow my instinct and bow my head while sitting back on my haunches. I hope I'm usin' that word right, I'm pretty sure I've read that before in that old timey porn shit I found in one of Buffy's drawers before we were together. But that's a story for a different day.
My sudden hands-off action gets noticed by Buffy and she stops her body from tryin' to grind into my face.
"Faith? What's wrong?" Her voice is confusion mixed with desire and a bit of fear. I'm not sure if it's fear of what's wrong, or fear of me not continuin'. Probably both.
I look up at her and give her a wink and a smirk and I see the look on her face become more relaxed. Her eyes narrow as she gets what I'm doin'.
"Have you been a bad girl, Faith?" Shit, the way she said that made my heart clench and then start beatin' double time. My pussy contracts as the blood gets shot straight down to it.
Oh fuck, if she says she needs to spank me for bein' bad I just might come. Fuckin' crazy!
"Have you?!" She says a sternly.
I sport my best defiant look and tilt my head a little as I say, "Never, Buffy."
"Well," She gets the seductress tone back in her voice. "I don't believe you."
"You never do, what's new?"
Oh shit, she looks hurt and doesn't know what to say. She looks away from me. Now I have to break this little role-play to explain the rules. Damn!
"Hey, B." She doesn't look at me. I place my hands gently on her thighs and rub soothingly. "Baby, this is just a little bit of fun, ok? What we say durin' it doesn't matter ‘cause it's not true. Ok?"
"I don't know if I can do this, Faith."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I'm still rubbin' her thighs. "Look at me sweetheart." She looks at me with a hint of embarrassment in her face. "I-I've never done this before, B. I just wanted to try it with you."
She looks completely amazed by that. "Never?"
"Nope."
"You've never role-played the slave and master thing?"
"Uhhh, well, yeah."
She gets a confused look on her face. Kinda more like disbelievin'. She probably thinks I did a whole messa shit I didn't do. But that's not because she's bein' a bitch, that's because I used to run my mouth off a whole hell of a lot and bragged about shit I didn't do. ‘Cause I'm an ass like that.
"Then what?"
"Well, I never played the slave."
Her eyebrows take up residence somewhere in her hair line and then quickly narrow. I can see it's gonna take some more convincin'.
"I can believe that."
"Yeah?" I'm a little disbelievin' now.
"Yeah, because you're always trying to be on top."
I laugh at that as my hands continue to smooth the flesh on her thighs.
"Please, baby? Just let me do this... you don't have to get violent or nothin'. I- I just feel like I need this." And wow, I do. I want to be under her control. Fuck, I hope I don't go all weird later and hold a grudge ‘cause she said or did some shit she didn't have a right to, but I have a feelin' she's not gonna take it there. She's my baby and we're all instinctual with each other.
"Who said you could put your hands on my thighs like that?"
Oh, fuck! God damn I just came in my pants. Well, not really, but I woulda if I had been on the edge. I kinda cooled down a bit when she got that hurt look in her eyes.
"N-nobody."
"You're fuckin' right, nobody." Ha! She's channelin' me! "Put ‘em back behind your back, and don't look at me like that. You look at me when I tell ya."
There's a few moments of silence and it makes me tingle with anticipation. I wonder what's she's plottin' in that beautiful head of hers. But knowin' her, she's gonna need some more help.
"Uh, Faith?" She says in her own voice.
"Yeah?" I still don't look up.
"That's not too much is it? Stuff like that?"
"Nah, you just go with what feels right."
"Should we have some kinda word?"
"Yeah, how about, ‘time out'. Simple, works, it's a classic."
"Ok, sorry about stopping again."
"Don't worry, you're doin' fine."
She takes my head in her hands, but doesn't tilt it up so I can look at her.
"I like your hair, it's pretty." She waits. "You're not gonna say ‘thank you"?"
I shrug.
"Well, that's fuckin' ungrateful don'tcha think?" She waits again, then gets it. "You may speak."
"Thanks."
"That's better." She strokes my hair and finally brings my face up to look at her. "You're such a pretty girl, you know that?"
I give a slight shake of my head and look away.
"Well, I'm tellin' ya, you're gorgeous, and don't let anyone tell you fuckin' different, got it?"
She guides my face gently back to her and I smile, she's gonna dominate me in her own way, and that's cool. Just as long as she makes me suck her off.
She crouches down a little and runs her hand down my arm. I can hear her breath gettin' shallow, this is turnin' her on.
"Such beautiful skin, I wish mine was so beautiful. Did you deal for it?" She asks that with a little bitterness in her voice. "You may answer."
"No, you're always rubbin' shit into it remember?"
She wants to laugh, I can tell, but she recovers and puts her hands on my tits.
"You should watch your tongue."
Oh, fuck, I hope she goes where I think she's goin'.
"I love your tits." Shit, I'm gonna pass out, she said ‘tits' and she wasn't in the throws of orgasm or pissed off.
Her breathin's getting really labored and I can smell her pussy gettin' wetter.
"Can I speak?"
"If you must."
"I don't wanna sound like a bitch ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am," She says all testy. "I'm not your mother, or married yet. Call me Miss."
"Sorry, Miss. But my tongue's not made to be watched."
"No?"
"No."
"What's it made for then?"
"You."
"You're fuckin' right it is." She gives both nipples a squeeze and rubs the flesh a little more then stands up. "Up on your knees, girl. Let's see what that tongue was really made for."
Yes, fuck, B. I love you, I love you, I love you!
I go to put my hands on her legs and she swats at them.
"I said, no touchin' unless I tell you to. Got it?"
I nod.
"Good, don't make me get mad again."
I nod again and place my hands behind my back, she takes my face between her hands once more. She bends down quickly and nibbles my lip a little and then snakes her tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. This little role-play, while tame by probably every one in the world's standards, is just rough enough for her to be turned on. Maybe one day we'll take it a little further, but it's enough for now.
She breaks our kiss and looks deep into my eyes, "Now suck it, bitch." I can almost see her mentally cringe at that one, but I'm proud and so fuckin' turned on by that I can hardly breathe.
I scoot up a little towards her and she guides my face into her crotch. Her clit is harder than I've ever seen it, and that's definitely harder than I saw it earlier. I lick around it tentatively like I don't know what I'm doin' and she puts her hand on the back of my head.
"Yeah, like that. Oh fuck, just like that."
I let myself go of my need for dominance and go with what she's givin' me. I still lick around it like I'm not sure and hang back while she's tryin' to get more of her into my mouth.
"Miss, would you like me to make it wet for you?"
Her knees buckle slightly at that. I don't know why that popped into my head but it did and she liked it.
"Yes, yes, Faith. Th-that would be good. Y-yeah that would be good." She falters a little in her dominatrix speak, but I'm not gonna call her on it. She's my fuckin' goddess, who am I to question my goddess?
Even I'm not that dumb.
I make my tongue wet and as flat as I can and push it up against her clit. I massage it up and down, creatin' a rhythm that I know will get her goin' in no time.
"Yes, so fuckin' good, Faith, so fuckin' good."
"Mmmmmmm." I moan into her, makin' my tongue vibrate on her clit and she gasps and pulls my head into her with such suddenness and force that I can't help but take all of her in.
Fuckin' A, dude! My pussy is drippin' wet and I can feel my clit throb, I squeeze my legs together a little to get some friction. Shit, I will come without her touchin' me. It's possible ‘cause without a doubt, if I feel her come on my tongue I'm a goner.
Her clit is pulsin' on my tongue as I wrap my lips around it and pump my mouth back and forth into her crotch. She's holdin' onto my head for all she's worth and the stream of obscenities that come out of her mouth would make a hardened criminal blush, I know, ‘cause I'm blushin'!
I take a chance that she's not gonna say shit about me usin' my hands and feel around her hole, it's drippin' like you wouldn't believe and I can feel her pussy pulsin'. Oh shit, she's about to fuckin' blow. I start suctionin' really hard and she bucks her hips into my face. I make sure my fingers are nice and wet by collectin' her juices on them. In a move that would be called fuckin' smooth, I remove my mouth from her clit and replace it with my wet fingers then dip my tongue into her hole.
It's pulsatin' and quiverin' on my tongue as I frantically jerk her clit with my fingers, makin' the spasms in her pussy stronger. I don't care that my neck feels like it's gonna break or that I can't breathe all too well or that B's about to rip my hair out of my head.
"Mmmmmmmmmother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And that's it, her clit explodes between my fingers and her pussy clenches on my tongue. Her back rears up and I have to catch her around her waist or she would have banged her head on the cabinets and probably have knocked herself out while bustin' a Buffy shaped hole in them. Mmmm Buffy's hole. It's still clenchin' on my tongue and she's grindin' her hips on me as I try to get more of my tongue up her. I wanna touch the sky! And right now, I believe I could fuckin' FLY!
I reach down and touch my clit and it does its own impression of Buffy's clit and explodes. I moan my pleasure into her and she lunges forward and clutches at my back. I think she's tryin' to put all of me up her. That's a funny fuckin' thought but one I wouldn't mind her doin' at this point.
"Oh, Faith. Oh my god." She's tryin' to gauge what size nuke went off in the house. "I-I can't take any mo-more, baby. Not right now."
"Mmmmm," I make my tongue vibrate in her hole as I take my fingers off her clit. I'm tryin' to get all the juice she's got to give. Finally, when I feel her legs start to go I pull out.
"I don't think I can stand." She giggles as she holds herself up by hangin' onto my head.
"I gotcha, B." I kneel up and wrap my arms around her back as she slides down to a kneelin' position. "Hi, there, Miss."
She laughs. "God, Faith. I don't know how I'm still conscious. That was....I can't even..."
"I know, B. I know. I fuckin' loved it. I love you, Buffy." I place kisses around her face as I express my love for her over and over.
She pushes against me and brings us down to the floor. No one does anything for a few minutes as we both try to recover. My mind is knittin' itself back into place, and she's probably tryin' to call hers from out of the clouds.
"Can we just sleep on the floor tonight?"
I laugh at that and poke her in the side.
"I don't know about you. But these old bones can't take the hard floor anymore."
"Yeah, old bones." She scoffs.
She lifts her head and places it on my chest, lookin' at me as I play with her hair.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"For what?"
"Do I have to tell you?"
"Would I be askin'?"
She laughs.
"Thank you for sharing that with me."
"You're welcome. Did you like it?"
"I think I liked it a little too much." She gives me a shy look.
"Oh, really? So you could get into somethin' like that?"
"W-well... I wouldn't get into anything like hardcore, but..." She looks really embarrassed and nervous about sayin' something wrong.
"But what?"
"But I liked having you at my mercy." She looks like she said something naughty and then gets quiet.
I think she might be worried that she's takin' advantage of my abandonment issues, or my fucked up mother or father issues.
"Ya did huh?" I give her a reassurin' look and a smile.
She nods. "You're so strong and sure, and to have you give that to me was, God, Faith, I can't describe it."
"I think I know what you mean, B."
"You do?"
"Yeah, it's kinda like my need to give that to you. I want you to have that part of me. You're the only one that could do that to me."
"Really?"
"Yep, I never let a fucker get close to that. They'd try the dominance thing on me and I'd have ‘em chained up so fast it would make their head spin. And not in a good way."
She looks thoughtful.
"What's the matter, Buffy?"
"I just feel like maybe I'm taking advantage of you."
Do I know my girl or what?
"I'm not helpless, B."
"I know."
"Well then you should know that you're not takin' advantage of me. I've always been able to do what I want, when I want to." I kiss her hands gently after each point. "If I wanted to stop you I would."
She raises an eyebrow. "So, I can be on top from now on?" Then grinds her hips into mine.
"Uh," I check out momentarily because that felt fuckin' good. When I come back to myself I roll her over and grind down into her, she lets out a gasp. "Not so fast, woman. I give you a taste of power and you go all Master and Commander on me?"
I pick up the rhythm of my hips and she starts moanin'. Fuck that's hot. Shit, she makes me crazy! Have I said that a thousand times already? I'll be sayin' it a thousand times more because that's just what she does to me. Only this time it's in a good way, not in the ‘I'm gonna kill all your friends and most of Sunnydale' way.
I make sure that each time I grind down I hit her clit square on. She holds my hips in place and fucks herself up into me.
"Toppin' from the bottom, baby?" Her eyes go wide and then she smiles sheepishly. "No touchin' unless I say so!" I smile at her to show her I'm jokin'. But I reach down and take her hands from my hips. I lace her fingers through mine and pick up the pace of the see-saw motion this creates.
"Oh yeah, Faith. You do that so well. So fucking well, sweety." Potty mouth, she turns me on when she does that.
"You make me so hot, B." I pick up the pace and she groans and gasps. I lean down and capture her lips with my own. We share a deep kiss that doesn't break until Buffy starts down that path that will lead to her comin'. Her breathin' gets shallower and her groans become louder. In a few moments I can feel that she's right on the edge and she's holdin' there because I slowed it down a little and changed our rhythm. I can see her strain against me to get the rhythm back, but I wanted this moment to last.
I reach down between us and finger her clit and that does it for her.
"OHHHHH Faaaaaith, FUCK!"
I remove my fingers and bang myself into her, pumpin' for all I'm worth. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me tryin' to get me closer.
For some fucked up reason Graucho Marx pops into my head and says ‘Any closer and I'll be in back of ya.' I sob out a short laugh which distracts me for a split second but then the pace of my clit grindin' just right on her quiverin' pussy sends my thoughts somewhere into the upper stratosphere.
My brain is driftin' back in and I can feel Buffy strokin' my back.
"Was it nice where you were?"
Brat. I've used that line on her before. Especially when she spaces out durin' meetin' thinkin' about what she's gonna do to me.
‘Cause yeah, little Miss Priss might try to say she's not thinkin' about sex, but I know she is. It's only happened a few times, but when it does Giles will call her name and she'll jump like a frightened cat. Then she'll turn redder than a tomato and look at me like I know what she's thinkin' and I'm gonna call her on it. Which I don't, by the way. You think I'm stupid and would hurt my chances to get whatever she was plannin' to give me? Sadly mistaken.
"Yeah, J Lo was there."
"Oh, really? With her newborn twins?"
"Yes, and that corpse Marc Anthony. Shaddup!"
"You're not right in the head." She chuckles.
"I've told you this many times, you must be slow."
She grinds her hips into me effectively cuttin' off any other smartass thing I was about to say.
"You were saying?"
"I fuckin' love you." I gasp out. That had another mini orgasm rollin' through me. I guess we're not done yet.
"That's what I thought."
Later in our bed I manage to have one coherent thought before I drift off to sleep with Buffy in my arms -- Kennedy's ass is grass.
Don't think I've forgotten about that shit.
