Twenty four hours and its all turned upside down.
I'm sitting on the bed, in my old apartment that the mayor gave me... again. In fact I'm in the exact same position that I was in before... edge of the bed, head in my hands... but this time it's for real. No one's in the corner. The overstuffed chair sits empty like it's been for over a year now. And B's here too, but I'm not waiting for her to walk through that door. She's behind me actually... that's saying she's IN the bed... asleep. Fuck, I can hardly believe it.
The rain is battering against the window, making tiny rivers on the glass that shimmer in the pale light. I turn and look over my shoulder so I can see her. I can't seem to keep my eyes away for more than a few seconds. I'm not sure how long all this is gonna last. This beautiful peace... and she is beautiful. The streetlight is filtering in just as before, the glow is cool and pale. But I don't fear the shadows and I don't fear what the light shows me. Because it's shining on her... soft and blue it drapes across her face... her body like silk. It shows me her hair, blond but almost white in the faint hues of morning, her face... almost angelic, but I know better. Those long lashes rest feather-light against her cheeks... skin so smooth and kissed by a faint blush... kissed by my lips. And her lips part, as if they heard my thoughts... red ripe cherries.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good... this perfect, and it's a bit ironic when damn near every inch of my body hurts like a bitch. And not in any kind of good way. Damn. But I swear I've never felt better, seeing her laying there... and she was holding me when I woke up.... I never even let myself dream of that. But it was real, her arms were wrapped around my waist, her legs all tangled with mine...those lips kissing the back of my neck. I thought I knew what warmth was, what safety was... all this time I had no fuckin' clue. It was in her arms.
I close my eyes and try imprint this moment in my brain, so it can be there forever. `Cause I know, the second she opens her eyes, its all gonna be over. Twenty four hours ago I thought I had it all figured out. What a difference a day makes.
The smell of coming rain was thick in the air as Faith walked through Restfield cemetery. Back in the `Dale for a few hours and things were definitely looking up. Finally she'd made the right decision... actually it was the ONLY decision. In her mind it wasn't even an issue anymore. This was where she was supposed to be, it was her destiny. The absolute certainty in her decision gave her a confidence she had never felt before.... It was quiet and real. It had none of the anxiety and fear attached to it. In the past she had felt the need to display it, all posturing and hard talk, she hid behind it like armor. Faith felt lighter now without it.
She knew the battle was going to be an uphill one. She didn't delude her self with thoughts of welcome back parties and open grateful arms. Even after what had happened with Buffy, in their little dream world, Faith wasn't about to believe it could all be roses.
Reality was a much different place after all. It had a whole new set of rules.
She leaned back against the wall of a crypt and lit up a cig, shielding the flame from the gusting wind. A storm was approaching. The symbolism was not lost, Faith was all about the signs. And now she was waiting. She had been tracking Buffy and her gang of whatnots for about an hour, the entire flock was out tonight, so she was biding her time at a safe distance. Faith wasn't about to approach all of them at once. She was not in the mood for Red's panic-babble and if she had to hear Xander scream like a little girl she just may have to castrate him... at least then he'd have a reason...
So she held back. She was trying to control those violent tendencies after all. Instead she thought about the dream, the things they had said, the things they had done. Faith felt her heart beat a little faster. She had seen totally different side of Buffy, one that she was sure the rest of the world never even got a glimpse of. It was a darker B, free and untamed by all the preconceptions that kept her wrapped in ribbons. It had scared Faith initially, until she recognized it for what it was. It was B's other half... and she was showing it... sharing it with her. It was in that instant, with Buffy straddling her... rocking against her, that Faith could see the other girl changing right in front of her eyes. With the pleasure shooting through her veins, clouding her mind one thing became strikingly clear... She was her balance. It wasn't about them being the same, it was never supposed to be. And despite all the shit about the Slayer, they were each MORE than the Slayer, her darkness to B's light And when she saw, in that instant a part of her reflected in Buffy's eyes Faith knew she'd never be the same, THEY would never be the same.
That's why she had stopped them. That's why she forced her self from the heaven of B's mouth... It couldn't happen there. If it happened at all it had to be real.
With all the deep and meaningful issues sorted in her mind, Faith started to contemplate the more physical possibilities. Like how Buffy's fingers would feel as they tugged on her nipples... in reality. She felt her breath hitch at just the thought. It had been beyond intense in the dream... and how would her kiss taste? B's mouth had been like a hot wet cave and she could easily see herself getting lost for hours in it. But then she pictured that mouth in other places... Shit!
She had to stop these thoughts. Her coming back to Sunnydale was not supposed to be about fucking Buffy Summers. Faith wanted that... but she wanted MORE than that. Yeah that was a first... and scary as fuck too. It was easier to just think about the physical....Sluttin' off with no strings attached, no one to tie her down... that, she could handle. But there was bigger shit to deal with here. She took a long slow drag as she rolled her shoulders, attempting to release some of the tension that had suddenly formed.
"Fuck!" She cursed a cloud of white as the burning pain shot down through her left shoulder and arm.
"Ok that'll keep me focused..." Fuckin Council bastard mother fuckers. Yup, pain and anger, old friends of hers. They would keep the thoughts of Buffy's hands and mouth under control... but then... Faith got a flash of Buffy hovering over her, eyes wild and fierce, when she had pushed her away... Yeah B was pretty hot when she was pissed...
The shit eating grin had just started to spread over Faith's mouth when she heard it. Voices. Coming her way. Faith ducked back into the shadows, holding herself very still.
"So is the complete and total LACK of action seem a little weird to anyone else?" Xander had that goofball swagger going, and Faith was surprised to see him carrying what looked like an axe. So he was allowed around the shiny pointy things now? Faith hoped no one would lose and eye.
"And you are complaining? I say the fewer life threatening situations the better!" Willow is bouncing around and holding that blond girl's hand. `HA! Knew it all along!'
The group had come to a stop in the clearing, about 50 feet from the crypt she was leaning on.
"I agree with Willow! The less `action' around here, means the sooner we can get to the `action' at home!" That came from the girl on Xander's arm... Anya or something like that, and Faith balked... Xander and `action' do NOT belong in the same sentence.
"Guys you know we have to do a full sweep of the area. This threat could go active at any point. And can you all keep it down? Its no wonder we haven't seen any hostiles, you're giving them all the warning they need."
Just the sound of his voice had Faith grinding her teeth. Solider boy was talking like he was runnin' the show or something. That fucker probably didn't know his own ass from a demon's. But she thought it strange that Buffy had remained quiet through the entire exchange. She couldn't really get a good look at the other slayer, what with the hulking mass of marine blocking the view and all.
But then she moved. And to Faith it was like the world had stopped spinning...everything slowing to reveal this one moment... this one girl, to her. Buffy stepped out from behind Riley and into the circle of light provided by the moon, the wind was whipping her hair around her face and she looked like some sort of goddess. And she was looking right at Faith.
And everything around her melted away
The force of Buffy's stare hit her like well placed punch to the gut. It took away all her air. Faith was sure B couldn't really see her, she was too far away, hidden in the dark... but she could feel her. And Faith could feel the panic rising. She wasn't supposed know she was there, not yet... not with all the others around. Faith was sure for a minute that Buffy was going to say something, somehow alert the others, but as the seconds passed she remained quiet... green eyes intense and burning right into her own. It was like time had stopped. Faith could feel her heart pounding, trying to escape her chest.
"Buffy, did you hear me?" The ongoing conversation suddenly filtered back in. Willow laid her hand on her friend's shoulder and Buffy spun around as if surprised... time started up again.
Faith felt barren at the loss of her eyes.
"Umm sorry Will, kinda spaced out for a sec." Her tone was apologetic, but her eyes kept cutting back to Faith's hiding place. And Faith suddenly felt like a ball of energy... she couldn't help bouncing on the balls of her feet a little. Get rid of `em... just get rid of `em B.
"Is there something out there babe?" Riley pulled out a huge gun, and if that wasn't a statement on overcompensation, Faith didn't know what was. He was scouting around, hunched over a little looking like some kinda Rambo wannabe... actually, he was even wearing the face paint! What the fuck!?
"Ahh NO!" Buffy answered a little too quickly, but Riley had stepped in front of her again, supposedly shielding her from the assumed threat. Yeah right, this kid was a real piece of work.
"Nothing out there, just... I umm... thought I ahhh... heard something? But its nothing."
Faith thought Buffy couldn't lie for shit, but all the scoobs just nodded... accepting the explanation. They looked like those bobble head dolls. Riley draped his arm over Buffy's shoulders. And even from that distance Faith could see her tense... none of the others did. Faith wanted to save her. Swoop in like a knight in shining leather and be all with the rescue. Every muscle in her body was tensed... screaming `Mine!' She squashed the voice saying `hurt him!' with minimal effort.
"I think Xander is right though, the lack of action is a little wiggy... I think our prehistoric vamp may be rounding up her kiddies." Buffy got back on the subject.
"Y-you mean like...building an army?" Tara spoke up cautiously and her gentle voice sent a pang of regret through Faith's chest... just one more thing she would have to fix. She added that near the top of the ever-growing list.
"Yeah possibly. But anyway things right now can't get much deader..."
"So! That means we can go and enjoy other types of action?!" The two witches were showing an appropriate amount of `Eww' at Anya's comment
"Ummm yeah..." So was Buffy. Faith held in a giggle. "There's no reason for all of us to be out here... there's really nothing we can do until this thing makes the first move..."
"Yes! And there are many moves that Xander and I should be making right now."
"Are you sure babe? Maybe we should check out some other spots." The `hurt him!' voice was getting louder. Faith clenched her teeth. Come on B!
"No Riley, we're just wasting time here... besides it looks like a storm's about to come in. I think I'm gonna do one last sweep around here, could you walk every one home... maybe check in on Dawnie for me?"
Buffy was laying it on thick, all pouting lips and fluttering eyes, Faith knew Riley didn't have a chance. As if on cue, thunder rolled in the distance... freaky.
"Ok if you say so..." And with a quick kiss to the top of her blond head he was gone and suddenly, it was just the two of them.
Ok, so now what? Faith didn't have a clue. Funny how she had it all planned out, she knew the script by heart. What she hadn't planed on though, was the mass of emotions sweeping over her like a wave. They kept her paralyzed, kept her hiding.
But then she spoke
"Faith..." It was so faint, and almost carried away on the wind, but Faith heard it and she was suddenly moving, then Buffy was moving and the distance between them became only a couple of feet.
Part 8
A strong and cool wind churned the night air into chaos, moving heavy clouds across a full but distant moon. Dead leaves danced swirls around them as the old pines and elms groaned their distress in an endless bending rustle. The undulating shadows made the cemetery sway... it would have been creepy. Faith could feel the electricity... she was breathing it.
"Faith..." Buffy took her hand as she spoke again. It felt like she was trying to confirm something. Lightening flashed above them... illuminating the scene in a crackling blue instant, and the energy flying between them was just as intense. Faith was having an `outside moment'. One of those times that are imagined again and again, so much so that when faced with the reality, the mind is unable to comprehend it as truth. It was as if she was seeing it all from someone else's eyes.
Was she dreaming again?
It sure as hell didn't feel like it. The warmth of Buffy's hand in her own was proof enough to believe. Faith thought she had it all figured out. She would breeze back into town and make a fresh start. Her and B would have a few deep and meaningful moments, nothing too heavy of course. She knew it wasn't gonna be an easy ride, but this wasn't gonna be like in her dreams either, she had control here. She would have that ice-queen-cool vibe goin'. Play the part to a fuckin' T, and keep it light, be all with the smooth and even crack a few to lighten the mood.
Yeah that was gonna be the plan.
"Hey B." but Faith had forgotten all her lines.
"You're here?" Buffy said it like she was making a wish.
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"Just a few hours...stopped by the old place then came here... I wanted to-"
Faith's words came to an abrupt halt as one of Buffy's hands rose to her face...finger tips lightly tracing her jaw line. It took the breath right out of her.
"And this is real." Soft again, but this time it wasn't a question. Faith didn't know if that was good or bad.
"Is it ok, that I'm here I mean... I know we kinda... talked about it but I still did-oompff"
Faith was saved from further channeling Willow when she unexpectedly found herself wrapped in the other girl's arms. Ok, talk about being knocked on your ass, this was the last thing Faith had expected. The feeling of being completely surrounded by the other girl was unbelievable.
"I'm glad you're here ok... just stop with the babble" Every word was a breath right on her neck, and the gentle brush of Buffy's lips was enough to make her skin prickle...
Buffy was holding her so close. The fuckin plan was shot straight to hell.
"Ok..." It was all Faith could manage, she was so focused on the other girl's body pressed full length against her own. How she could feel every breath... every heartbeat. Faith brought her good arm around, her fingers lightly brushing the silky skin on the back of the blond girl's neck. She felt, more than heard Buffy's breath hitch at the touch... she felt her own pulse jump in her veins. Faith slid her hand down further to wrap tightly around the other girl's shoulders and the warmth was all consuming...a heat racing up and down her spine. The heady smell of roses and vanilla was pouring over her with every breath.
Things were shaking and Faith didn't know if it was the thunder or something else... something that they were making.
"Buffy I..." Faith felt the need to say something, break the spell that was overwhelming her senses and get back to the script. It was all too much... too good. It was too easy?
"Shut up F, I'm basking..." And with that Buffy tightened her hold, like she was trying to bury herself in Faith. And it took everything the dark slayer had not to moan at the engulfing heat. Buffy was actually moving, probably unaware that her hands were sliding up and down the other girls back, moist and humid breath washing over her ear...
Faith shuddered `cause it felt like rapture.
She could feel her self falling, loosing herself in the utter perfection of the moment. With B's hips, her breasts pressing tightly against her own, arousal was settling across Faith's mind like a fog... and everything around her was getting lost to it. But then Buffy squeezed her tighter and it was like she was suddenly awake. Faith winced as her arm was jarred slightly... the minor pain waking her from the haze.
"Umm... ok B, but could you bask without some of the slayer strength? Kinda hurtin' my arm."
"What?" Buffy pulled back a bit, frowning at the arm that wasn't around her waist like it should be. Her eyes widened when she saw how Faith was holding it. She stepped back further, slow to break the contact between them.
"You're hurt! What the hell happened?"
"Couple of guys with wicked bad accents... Got a fondness for the crumpets and shiny guns..."
"Council?!"
"Bang-bang... you know those guys don't play fair, all we get is a stick of wood ya know and they-"
"Fuck!" Impressive, since when did B make with the naughty words?
"Whoa B! Potty mouth!"
"Faith, we SO don't need this right now, not on top of this latest baddie!"
Did Buffy just say `we'? Faith was pretty sure she had. And she had to stop her right there. The Council was after HER, not Buffy, and Faith would be damned before she let those fuckers drag the other slayer down too. Make her pay for the mistakes Faith herself had made.
"B it's all good ok. I'm pretty sure I threw them off the trail, besides I figure Sunny-D is the LAST place they're gonna come lookin' for me." Faith knew it was the wrong thing to say the second it left her mouth, the light that had been in Buffy's eyes flashed to something dark, something from their past.
"So is THAT why you came back then!? All that stuff you said... on the train..."
"Buffy don't... please lets not Ok? I-I mean you know that's not the reason yeah?" Faith could only hope.
"Yeah... sorry. I just... sorry..." And Buffy did know, in fact she looked a little embarrassed at the outburst.
"Kinda hard to get over old times huh?"
"Yeah... But I want to try Faith... I want you... here."
And actually hearing it, Faith felt whole.
"Me too...this is where I'm supposed to be." They were both grinning like idiots now. They didn't care, it was all good again. Faith knew that this was her perfect moment. Staring into those ever changing pools of green, with the moon casting shadows all around them, and the wind announcing the chaos of the coming storm, Faith had found her peace.
And Buffy was feeling it too. Faith could see in the sudden sweep of amazement that settled across her features... parting her lips slightly. She could feel in the way Buffy's hand was squeezing her own. Faith could see it in her eyes. And she wanted to last forever... but it didn't. It ended when Buffy looked away, somewhat shyly to their joined hands. It was over, but it was ok, because they both had felt it.
They were STILL feeling it. That was made clear by the nervousness in Buffy's tone when she spoke.
"I can't believe those bastards SHOT you! Let me see..."
Before Faith knew it, hands were on her leather jacket, sliding it gently off her injured shoulder.
"Nah B, its cool... I uh...." Faith was trying to stop her, but her voice just seemed to stop working when Buffy made contact with the bare skin of her shoulder... and suddenly that touch was all that existed.
"Does it hurt?" it was asked in a whisper
Gently stroking fingertips... her hands felt so warm...
"N-not really..." And answered just as softly.
One sliding lightly down her arm, leaving sparks on her skin in its wake.
"It's already starting to heal..."
She was so close... the heat, radiating between them.
"Yeah...super powers...it's no big..."
She didn't know when it happened, but somehow the way Buffy was touching her changed. It became more deliberate... something full of intent. Faith was shaking, but she tried not to show it too much, tried not to react to Buffy's fingertips moving delicately over her collarbone...tracing feather light up to her neck. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance and Faith could feel it in her bones...
Buffy's thumb brushed her ear.
"Uhh... what ya doin' B?" She tried to keep her voice even... but it came out like dark whisky. The hand on her neck slid in to her hair... nails raked against her scalp, and Buffy's body was once again pressed fully against her own.
"Not real sure F...".
"Gonna make me kiss you..."
And suddenly she was. It was cautious, a soft and hesitant brushing of lips. It lasted only a few seconds but to Faith it felt like forever. She didn't want it to end. The hand in her hair tightened and Faith heard what sounded like a husky whimper... she thought it funny that it came from her. But then Buffy pressed harder against her lips, and Faith couldn't think at all. The wet slide of Buffy's pink tongue over her lower lip became her entire world... Faith moaned again and it felt like surrender.
She pulled Buffy closer, letting her own hand sink into the thick strands of blond as her back was pressed against the cool stone of the crypt. Buffy's tongue was pressing against her own, sweeping over every part of her mouth... wet and possessive. Faith felt like she was being devoured, she was loving it. How could she ever have thought what happened in their dream could ever compare to this? Not even close.
She let her hands slide down, over the curve of spine and the gentle swell of hip to finally cup Buffy's ass. The thunder drowned out the desperate groan, but Faith could feel it against her lips. She swallowed it and pushed her tongue against the roof of the other girl's mouth...jerked her closer, squeezing hard. She felt B moan again... felt herself being pressed harder against the wall of the crypt... a hand slide down her thigh, lifting it up...
And then it was Faith's turn to groan.
"Mmgguuhh... B"
At the feel of a slim but solid thigh pressing hard between her own, she broke her mouth away, panting into the night air... she could see her breath. Her eyes fluttered as Buffy started to rock against her... grinding into her heat in a slow hard rhythm... Faith saw the undeniable lust clouding Buffy's face
And it was so fucking hot. Her breath hitched in her chest as she felt herself flood in a hot thick stream.
Faith took in the hooded green eyes... almost black in the scarce light, the parted lips, swollen and glistening from her kisses... Lips that were moving. What was she saying?
"...Faith... want you Faith..." Harsh and breathless...Faith had never heard anything like it. She couldn't stop her own hips from jerking, picking up the pace the blond slayer was setting, slow hard circles. The pressure on her clit was almost too much, wet and rough, sliding bare against the seam of her jeans as Buffy pressed so perfectly against her... she'd never felt so hard, so slick and wet. Faith was shivering with every thrust... and it was still nowhere near what she needed.
"...want you bad ..."
Buffy's other hand was hot on her stomach sliding up over the smooth skin... fingertips tickling her ribs, and Faith sank both her hands into the tangled blond mass. She pulled the other girls mouth back to her own, silencing the desperate whispers. And Buffy groaned...
Her name.
And Faith thought she could come just from the sound of it. She suddenly felt feral. She actually growled as her hands slid back down the other girls body, finding their way under her shirt to touch the silk of Buffy's back... then around to cup the softness of her breasts. They fit so perfect in her hands.
She squeezed. Buffy moaned.
"Uunnhhhh" It sounded so damn frantic, she had to hear it again... and again. She let her fingers drag slowly over the incredibly hard tips... pulling at the lacey material
"Oh god... Faith...baby..."
Baby? Faith was sure she was dreaming now. But she took the other girls nipples and started pinching them, rolling them
"Ahhh... fuck baby... fuck."
Nope, no dream.
Buffy's face was buried in her neck panting hard and licking the skin there, her hand still sliding over Faiths stomach... hips still grinding that slow rhythm that was driving her fucking insane. Faith was absolutely drenched, she could feel her abs clutch with every sweep of B's fingertips... an intense throbbing spreading through her cunt. Her clit twitched every time that hot tongue slid over her pulse. She tried to pick up the pace of their hips, relieve some of the aching need in her pussy, but Buffy kept it at a slow hard grind, those fingers leaving paths of fire over her skin. But then that wondering hand went a little lower, and she touched it.
The other it... the scar.
And it was like someone slammed on the breaks. Buffy's hand jerked back so fast... her whole body jerked back, but Faith was already reaching for her... hands on those curvy pointy hips. All that desperate aggression just melted.
"B its ok..." But Buffy was shaking her head no
"No Faith... I-I did that... to you... hurt you."
"Yeah you did, its ok though... I needed it." Faith cupped her hands around Buffy's face as she brought her mouth down in a soft brush... moist lips sliding back and forth.
"You saved me B... and its ok." and then she was kissing her again... pulling Buffy's tongue back in her mouth, sucking it gently, her thumbs stroking her cheeks... over a drop of wetness. Tears? Was B crying?
Faith pulled back just in time to see another cool drop splash onto her face, then one landed on own. Rain. Buffy brought a hand up to her face, following the droplets with her fingers. Her fingers were followed by her lips... which were soon back on Faith's lips. And the kisses turned desperate again before either realized it.
Buffy's hands were under her shirt again, skipping over the bleak memory and heading right for Faiths needy tits. The first brush of a thumb over her aching hard nipple had Faith groaning again
"Oh god B..." She was on fire and even the rain that was starting to pour down on them couldn't cool her.
"Faith... I wanna touch..." Buffy was pulling her nipples now, and that solid thigh was back between her legs. Their clothes were fastly becoming soaked, clinging to oversensitive skin.
"Fuck yeah..." Was all Faith could groan as she pushed her chest forward, trying to get more contact with Buffy's touch. Her hands were back in the blonds hair. Wet tresses clinging and tangling around her fingers. Her hips started a frantic grind.
A trembling hand was sliding down her stomach.
"Faith?" That other hand was still fuckin with her nipple... twisting a little, brushing over the tip. Faith felt her belt then her jeans being undone.
"S'ok B..." Buffy could have done anything she wanted to her at that moment... any thing but stop. Faith worked her hands back under the Buffy's shirt, her hands trailing over wet skin, the rain was spilling over them in rivers. Faith cupped her hands over the other girls breasts again, rougher this time
"Mmmmnnuhh" B groaned against her lips then pulled back as her hand slipped into Faith's pants.
Inches away and their eyes locked. Faith was panting so hard she was scared she was gonna pass out as Buffy's delicate fingers cautiously ran over the short cropped hair over her mound. But when one of those fingers brushed her clit she stopped breathing all together.
But only for an instant. Because once Buffy realized her discovery each breath became a moan. Faith couldn't pull her eyes away from the sharp green that was focused on her. It looked like Buffy couldn't believe how wet Faith was, how hot and ready to be fucked she felt.
"Buffy... oh god... B you gotta..." Faith was beyond ready. Buffy's finger was rolling over her clit in slow circles, with only the slightest of pressure. Faith was going nuts, She felt so swollen...so raw. She could feel her pussy already starting to make those desperate little clutches, but Buffy wasn't giving her near enough.
"Faith I don't... tell me how baby."
"H-harder...." It was all she could manage and her eyes slammed shut as the request was instantly met.
Buffy not only started rubbing her harder, but faster too, fingers impossibly slick from the rain and the dark girl's pussy. Faith's hips picked up and the rhythm grinding back in desperation. She needed to come. Buffy had her at that grating edge. So fuckin close but she couldn't get there.
Her hands were sliding over Buffy's back, nails digging into the rain- dampened softness. Buffy was kissing her again, and all Faith could do was pant against her mouth. It was hot and slick and messy and Buffy just pushed a finger inside of her.
"Uuunngghh!" That finger quickly became two.
"Is that good Faith? Like this?" B whispered against her ear as her fingers pumped in and out in that same hard fast pace.
Buffy was fucking her. It was fucking surreal, and she was gonna come so fuckin' hard.
"Shit B Don't stop... dontstopdontstop!" She could feel Buffy's eyes on her as her back started to arch...wet hair whipping around her face... hips bucking out of control, trying frantically to keep the pace. Her pussy started gripping those fingers... pulling them in deeper, the moisture spilling out of her, hot and sticky. She was coating Buffy's fingers. Faith could hear the wet smacking noises they were making and it just sent her right to the brink.
"Beautiful...." She heard the whisper over the rain, over the thunder, over the rushing in her head and it pushed her over that edge
"Uuuunnnggh...God!!! BUFFY!" Faith screamed so hard her throat went raw. Buffy's fingers started to slow until it was nothing more than a gentle stroking. Her legs we jell-o
"...beautiful... so beautiful baby..." Buffy was mumbling softly to her as Faith's hearing started to filter back in. She blinked her eyes, and she told her self it was the rain clouding her vision. Faith brought their lips together as she attempted to calm the pounding in her chest.
But she couldn't, if anything Faith's heart beat faster as she pulled away to stare at the blond slayer. The rain pouring over her skin, matting her hair... lips so swollen and parted as she breathed, but it always came back to those eyes. Swimming with desire and so much longing...
"love you B..." The words were out before Faith could even think to stop them and if Buffy hadn't been a slayer she wouldn't have heard it
But she was. And she did. Faith held her breath.
"Show me"
Faith had every intention of doing just that. Their positions were reversed before Buffy had a chance to blink. Faith pressed her into the wet stone, their bodies sliding against each other as she let her hand make idle patterns over Buffy's flat stomach. Buffy's hips had already started rocking against her own again... all deep groans and urgency. She needed it... she had to be so worked up, Faith could smell it over the rain, she could hear those needy little whimpers in here ear.
But then she heard something else... and fuck if it wasn't the LAST thing she wanted to hear. She jerked back, ripping her body away from the heat of Buffy's, and she almost wanted to cry. She had her pants done up in seconds and was running trembling hands through wet hair as she met the other girl's eyes.
Confusion...pain... fear. Shit she had to get outta here.
"Faith?" The frailty in Buffy's voice kept her feet planted in the soaking grass. No time to explain. Faith could only hope Buffy would understand, but a fog had seemed to settle over her. Faith got a sinking in her gut.
And then the world started to end.
"Buffy?! Are you still around here? Ya know we got back the truck a and realized I don't have a key to the house..." He came stomping around from behind another nearby crypt.
"Riley!? Hey! I..." Buffy awakened from her stupor lust and confusion with a jump.
He stepped closer, shielding his eyes from the rain
"Who's tha... FAITH?!"
And that wasn't the worst of it.
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