Chapter Ten
Remember last week when Faith and I almost kissed and then the doorbell rang? Well the person at the door was Giles. Apparently a little girl went missing. She’s a six-year-old named Misty Foman. She wandered away from her mother at the movie theater and nobody’s seen her since. When I first opened the door and saw it was Giles I could’ve killed him, but after he told us about Misty I forgot all about my near miss.
I didn’t think about that until I was lying in my bed that night. At first all I could think about was the way she was looking at me. There was so much emotion in her dark brown eyes. So much passion. Trust me, my thought process did not stay good. Remembering how she looked at me just reminded me how Angel used to look at me. I swear all he had to do was give me a certain look and I felt like the only girl in the world. Then I started to feel guilty because I haven’t been thinking about Angel as much as I should.
I can try to downplay it but I did love him. Not just because it was forbidden but because he’s a good man, and he made me feel so special. I gave him my virginity and trust me that was a big deal. Not because of the drama that happened afterwards, but the fact that it happened. I’ve always had this fantasy that I would marry my first. That the first person I slept with would be so special, and I’d love them so much that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with them.
I know that sounds completely crazy, but that’s what I used to think. I obviously don’t think that anymore. But I thought it for a long time, and it hurt when I realized it was something else I had to add to my almost never ending list of disappointments. The fact that I’ll never get out of Sunnydale is also a big one. I want more out of life then just being a slayer, but I’ll never have that. Angel was someone who was just mine, away from the slaying, and my school life. And now he’s gone.
But I guess things aren’t as bad as I’m making them out to be. I have two great friends who are always there for me even though they can’t possibly understand what I’m going through. I have a mom who still loves me even after all the crap I’ve put her through. A watcher who’s more like a father to me since my dad ran off with his secretary. And I have a wonderful boyfriend who is treating me to a very romantic evening.
“You know there’s this band called Lacuna Coil that’s coming to L.A. in two weeks. They’re a little more gothic then I like my rock but they’re pretty cool and I was wondering if you wanted to go.” Our first date hasn’t even ended and he’s already asking me out again? This date has been pretty perfect so far, so I guess he isn’t completely out of line. Although he does seem a little cocky.
“I’ve never heard of them,” I say and gently squeeze his hand. Yes, we’re holding hands on the first date. We’re in the process of walking back to my house right now. He has a car, but his mom needed to borrow it because hers broke down and she works nights. “But a concert sounds pretty fun.” We turn onto my street and I sigh with a little bit of relief. We were actually able to walk to the movies, then to the park, and then back here without being attacked by anything.
“Well they’re from Italy. They’re really big over in Europe but they haven’t really caught on over here yet.” Ok so he likes a goth rock band from Italy. What exactly have I gotten myself into? “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. You can pick something for our next date if you want.” Hmm, he doesn’t have a problem with letting a girl be in charge. Interesting.
“I wanna go. I like trying new things.” Sometimes. “I’m just not so sure my mom is going to like the idea of her only daughter being all alone with a boy she hardly knows. Not to mention the fact that L.A. is two hours south from here. What with us being two typical teenagers she’ll probably think that there is no concert and we’re really checking into a hotel under a false name.” I look up at him with a little smile on my face and he laughs a little and shakes his head.
“I guess I’ll just have to show her how much of a gentleman I am by coming around a little more.” I know he’s only half joking, but that thought doesn’t sound so good. It’s been six days since Faith, Tanner, and Sam moved into our house and Faith is around all the time. She plays outside with Sam a lot but she stays home after school lets out because she doesn’t want someone she knows from the school to see her with Sam. One day we got to talking and I told her about Scott. Faith may hide a lot of her emotions well but jealousy isn’t one of them.
“Yeah, I guess that can be arranged.” But I’m not sure she was jealous because I’m going out with Scott. Sure we had that one close call but she could just be mad because I’m out on a date, and she’s at the house with her baby. She and Tanner can’t really go out on dates because he’s always working. Speaking of Tanner he must’ve gotten off work a little early because his truck is parked in the driveway by my mom’s jeep.
“I’m not ready to go inside just yet,” I say and stop walking. We’re standing at the very end of the pathway that leads up to the front porch. I’m not lying I don’t want to go inside yet. Scott probably thinks I don’t want to go inside because I’m having such a great time, but it’s really because I don’t want to go in there and see Tanner being the perfect dad and boyfriend.
“Ok, we can stay out here and talk some more. You’re not breaking curfew for another twenty minutes.” He is either very naïve or very smart. I’m still trying to figure out which. Anyway, I lead him over to the tree that’s in our front yard. It’s secluded but just enough of the porch light makes it over here so we won’t feel all alone. I don’t want him getting any ideas. He’s been the perfect gentleman so far but that could change as soon as his blood starts flowing to his other head.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, I like that you want to get to know me, and that you want to open up but it’s been a very long time since I’ve been on a date, especially one that’s gone this well so talking…isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” I know I probably sound like a total slut right now but I don’t care. I let go of his hand and start to play with the collar on his shirt. I look up into his eyes and a bunch of butterflies starts fluttering around my stomach.
He very slowly leans towards me, and I tilt my head back a little and shut my eyes. The second I feel his lips on mine everything just stops, but not for the right reasons. Don’t get me wrong his lips feel good, and he’s using the right amount of pressure, and he’s not being forceful or anything, but it feels wrong. It feels wrong because it isn’t Faith that I’m kissing it’s a boy I barely know. After what feels like forever we slowly pull our head back but I don’t open my eyes right away.
It doesn’t matter that it felt a little wrong. I’m not Faith’s girlfriend. I have no commitment towards her except in a friendship type of way. She’s with Tanner and there’s nothing I can, or will, do about it. And right now I’m with Scott, and it isn’t fair to him that I’m thinking about Faith right after our first kiss. I slowly open my eyes and the first thing I see are his. His gaze is so intense, and the desire burning in them sends a little shiver down my spine.
I don’t care if I seem too eager I just need to feel his lips on mine right now. I lean forward, and he meets me halfway. I guess he liked that first kiss too. This one isn’t as soft as the other one was. I don’t know exactly why I’m acting like this. I’ve never made out with a guy on the first date. I’m sure I can figure it out, but I don’t want to think anymore. Especially now that he’s gently sucking on my bottom lip.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and softly tug at his very soft hair. What conditioner does he use ‘cause damn this is soft. All of my attention is brought back to our mouths because now he’s sucking on my upper lip, and it feels so damn good. Nobody’s ever done that o me before. I slowly take a step back and he follows without breaking the kiss. I press my back against the tree, which is what I wanted to do. The lip sucking is leaving me a little weak in the knees.
The sucking stops and I have to force the groan to stay inside. I’m about o pull my head away so I can take a deep breath, but then I feel the tip of his tongue start to rub my lip. My eyes roll into the back of my head and my grip on his hair tightens a little. Why did I not know about this spot before? What he’s doing isn’t much but I’m getting very turned on. Which is kind of a problem. I’m not a slut so there’s no way he’s getting to third base on the first date. I wouldn’t even consider this second base because there’s no groping of any kind. So this is more like one and a half.
I pull away just a little bit so I can readjust. First I kiss his top lip, then his bottom one, and then I slowly open my mouth and let the tip of my tongue touch his. I leave these little teasing touches before I pull back. I open my mouth just a little wider. I’m totally daring him to go in after it, but before he has the chance I hear the front door open and close. I pull my head away from his and just listen. It’s just Tanner. I can tell because he’s wearing his work shoes. I rest my forehead against Scott’s shoulder and concentrate on catching my breath.
I feel his arms wrap around me, and his hands rest on my shoulder blades. God, it feels so nice to be held like this. That’s the thing I miss the most about being with someone. Just being held with no pressure to say or do anything is something that I’ve always liked. I think almost every girl is looking for someone she can do this with. Our little moment is broken though when Tanner’s truck door opens and then slams closed. Then he starts it, and I think a few of the neighbors were just woken up.
“I better get inside,” I say quietly and lift my head up. He doesn’t let go of me right away, and I think I kinda love him now. I leave a very soft kiss on his lips, and as much as I want it to, it doesn’t deepen. I can’t let it. I can feel his hardness against my thigh and I don’t want to tease him anymore then I already have. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” I thing we kind of did this backwards. Aren’t you supposed to say stuff like this before you kiss?
“I had a lot of fun too. And not just the last fifteen minutes. The picnic was fun too.” I smile and nod my head a little. After the movie we walked to the park and there was a guy waiting on one of the benches. He was holding a picnic basket and one of those big red and white checkered blankets. Scott paid him twenty bucks and the guy went away. The food was ok, but we got so caught up in conversation that we didn’t notice the ants until it was too late. I can slay vampires and disgusting demons but the feeling of an ant crawling on my ankle makes me squeal.
“Yeah, at the time it wasn’t so fun but looking back on it it’s pretty funny.” He finally lets me go but I have a feeling that he doesn’t want to. I slowly hold onto his hand and it feels a little different then before. The skin is hotter and just a tiny bit clammy. “I know it might seem a little pointless but it would be of the good if you walk me to the door. If you don’t my mom will definitely notice and you’ll lose major points with her. It could turn the concert in L.A. into a lost cause.”
“Well I was going to walk you to the door anyway, but now I kind of have to.” He had this little playful smirk on his face and it’s making me want to kiss him again. The walk to the door is silent but it’s a comfortable silence. Now that Tanner is gone I don’t feel the very strong need to stay away from my own house. But enough about him. As soon as we reach the door I turn to face Scott. Now that we’re in better lighting I can see just how kiss swollen his lips are. His cheeks are still a little red, and I’m half tempted to glance down and see if he’s still hard or not.
“I’ll see you at school. Goodnight,” he says and leaves a little kiss on my cheek. I always thought that Scott was pretty cute, but I never knew he was so sweet. This is what I need. A nice guy who will treat me right, and not laugh at me when ants are crawling up my legs. I wasn’t really looking for anybody new because of everything that happened with Angel, and then all of the confusing stuff with Faith, but I have a feeling I’m going to like dating Scott Hope.
“Goodnight,” I tell him and resist the urge to kiss him. At this point one kiss will definitely lead to another and we’ve made out enough for one night. I open the door and step inside, but then I turn around and watch him walk away. I have to admit that he has a really nice butt. When he’s about halfway down the walkway I go inside and shut the door. Wait a minute. What the fuck did I just do? I can’t let him walk home on his own, a vampire could decide to make a meal out of him. I don’t want him to die because of me.
I go into the living room but no one is there. I’m about to run upstairs but then I hear laughing coming from the kitchen. I force myself not to run in there, but I walk very quickly. I see my mom and Faith sitting across from each other at the center island. These two have been like bffs ever since she moved in here. It’s really weird, and I don’t think I like it.
“Oh, Buffy, you’re home,” my mom says. Jeez could you sound more surprised? Did she expect me to come home at seven in the morning for a walk of shame? I walk further into the room and stand by Faith. “I didn’t notice the time. So how was your date?” She’s normally not this smiley when I get home from a date. She usually gives me the third degree. So now the more important question is, what else is in that glass of orange juice?
“His mom needed to borrow his car so we had to walk, but it wasn’t bad. It was pretty great actually.” I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I know Faith can smell how worked up I am. I know that because her body is reacting to it. She’s sitting up a little straighter, her breathing is getting deeper, and her nipples are hard. And I know this because I glanced down at her breasts as I turned towards her. “I need to ask you a favor. Scott’s walking home by himself, do you think you can keep an eye on him in case a vampire decides he looks like a tasty meal?” I regret that as soon as I say it.
“Sure,” she says and stands up from the stool. She has a smile on her face, and her tone was normal, but the look in her eyes is the same one she gets right before she kills a demon. Or maybe I should just follow him home myself. “If anyone’s gonna find out if Scott’s tasty it’s gonna be you. Right B?” Ok, so she knows that I made out with him, so what? I shouldn’t care that she’s starting to sound a little jealous.
“Right,” I say and furrow my eyebrows a little. What is up with her? She doesn’t have a right to get jealous. If anyone has the right to be jealous it’s me. I had to listen to them go at it half the night because slaying has sucked lately and Faith is worked up. I had to listen to ‘Tanner, oh God, right there. Oh God yes, yes, yes!’ All Scott and I did was kiss. She needs to get over it. I’m trying, why can’t she? Well this is a crappy ending to a great night. I don’t even need a cold shower anymore.
Chapter Eleven
I’m eating my lunch alone today, but I don’t feel like a loser. Xander is sick, Willow is hanging out with this guy named Oz, and Giles is busy researching some stuff but he doesn’t want my help. It turns out that Misty Foman wasn’t taken by vampires after all. Her mother and father had gotten a divorce six months ago and her mother was granted soul custody. Her father didn’t like it at all, so he stalked them until he found his opportunity and kidnapped his own little girl.
The police caught him when he tried to cross the Canadian boarder. She was returned safely to her mother this morning, and her father is in jail, and facing a very long prison sentence. Anyway, the reason Giles is busy with the research is because last night while Faith was patrolling she ran into a big demon that beat her up pretty bad. The description rang some kind of bell for him so now he’s digging through the books. I hope he finds something soon because I really want to take all of my rage out on the thing that hurt her.
Mom took the day off so he can help Faith out. Tanner tried to take the day off but his boos told him if he doesn’t come in today then he shouldn’t bother coming back. He was so mad last night. I’ve never seen him like that before. He got back about half an hour after Faith. As soon as she told him everything he punched a wall as hard as he could. He dented it and his knuckles were bleeding pretty bad but we didn’t get mad at him. His girlfriend of almost four years got the shit beat out of her. I probably would’ve done more then punch a wall.
This is my fault, and don’t give me that look. If I wasn’t so busy being mad at her for getting jealous then I probably would’ve gone with her, and she wouldn’t have been by herself. We could’ve killed the demon together, and then gone to the Bronze afterwards to celebrate. Instead I got to help her pop her shoulders back into place. Yep, both of her shoulders were dislocated. She also had a bunch of cuts that needed to be bandaged, and I’m pretty sure it broke one of her ribs.
I don’t really feel like being alone right now but it’s not like I have a choice. Xander’s gone, Willow wants alone time with a guy, and Giles is too busy to listen to me whine. I would go hang out with Scott but I can’t tell him that the girl I would rather be with got beat up by a demon, and now I’m filled with guilt. I really don’t think that conversation would be a great relationship builder. I’m sure that would be the end of it.
We got along so well that even though I already like someone more then him I think he deserves a chance. We have a few things in common, and he’s really sweet, so I think he’d be the perfect person for me to cling to. Well, not cling to but he’d be perfect to help me get over Faith. Even though the thought of that makes me sad I still need to do it. It’s going to be hard, and it’ll probably take a long time but it needs to be done.
Even though I know it’s for the greater good to let go of these feelings a part of me deep inside will not give them up. It doesn’t want to give them up. It’s the same part of me that was screaming at me to go kill the demon that hurt her. It’s the same part that’s screaming at me to run home and hold her in my arms. It wants me to protect her, and move love to her, and never let her out of my sight.
Then there are the tingles I get whenever I’m near her. It’s not that kind of tingle so get your mind out of the gutter. It’s kind of like the tingles I get when a vampire is close by. Only instead of getting the uncontrollable urge to kill her, I get a very powerful need to throw her down on my bed and claim her. I know that sound possessive, and completely insane, but that’s what I feel. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t even know I could feel like this for another girl. It just happened and now I have to try and deal with it.
I get up and throw my lunch in the garbage. I’m not hungry, and even though I should eat because I skipped breakfast I don’t want to force myself. I haven’t had much of an apatite lately. I think it’s just all of the stress. All of the shit going through my head about Faith, and all the stuff about Angel. But it isn’t just that. This is my last year of high school. Next year I’ll be a freshman in college. Back at the bottom of the barrel. The thing I don’t know is; what school am I going to go to? Can I leave Sunnydale? I could leave the hellmouth up to Faith, but is that fair?
Faith has a family that she has to think about. If she dies it won’t just be another slayer down. A little girl will lose her mommy, and a good person will lose his lover. They don’t deserve that. Especially not little Sam. She’s still adjusting to living with us, but she’s getting there. Bedtime is kind of a problem because she throws a fit and wants to sleep in Faith and Tanner’s room, but they don’t let her. They can’t give in or she’ll be like this forever. At least that’s what Mom said.
So am I destined to stay here in Sunnydale for the rest of my life? Sure life was hard but Faith and Tanner got by before. And now that they’re living at my house things will be easier. I have a family too, and friends. So if I die tonight on patrol it’s not like I’ll just be another slayer down. Those girls matter too, that’s not what I’m saying at all. But those girls were raised by their watchers. So people will mourn if we die. Our absence will be noticed. Faith and I are the only two slayers who haven’t been separated from our families. So that makes us different.
I keep getting off the subject. I think I have A.D.D. or something. Am I going to be stuck in Sunnydale for the rest of my life? I know the powers that be, lower case letters, intervened so we would move here instead of Ohio, but does that mean I have to be the protector of the hellmouth? If it weren’t for Xander I wouldn’t even be here right now, so none of this would matter. Maybe I should talk to Giles about it. I know my mom wants me to get into a good school, but can I leave?
Is the Council going to track me down and kill me in hopes of calling a better more cooperative slayer? Faith isn’t exactly the perfect student either. She hates Wesley and our training sessions have ended with her stomping off because he keeps complaining that she doesn’t train enough. Last Thursday I had to stop her from hurting him after he demanded a reason why she doesn’t come in the rest of the week. What made her almost get violent was when he threatened to follow her around to find out why she only trains two days a week.
I wanted to let her beat him up a little bit to teach him some respect, but I couldn’t. If Faith beat up Wesley then Giles would’ve wanted to know why, and what’s so important Faith feels like she needs to beat up defenseless morons to protect it. Then she would’ve wanted to beat up Giles, and I can’t let her do that. He’s like a dad to me, so I can’t let her get violent with him. Sure I can threaten Giles with violence but he’s my watcher, not hers. Ok, so he’s hers too, but not in a fatherly way.
Maybe he should be like a father to her too. Every girl needs a strong male role model in her life. Just because Faith is more mature then she lets on it doesn’t mean she couldn’t use a hug every now and then. A hug from anyone else is different. When you hug your dad it makes you feel safe, and loved, and completely protected from all of the bad stuff around you. Giles hasn’t hugged me very often, but on the very few occasions when he has I felt those things. Which is kind of sad. My dad used to come up here every other weekend just to spend time with me. Ever since his secretary got a divorce it’s like I don’t exist.
I don’t know how many times I’ve already said this but when did I get so emo? This entire lunch hour I’ve bitched and whined about all of my problems but I haven’t tried to come up with any solutions. My solution fro my feelings towards Faith is me dating Scott. He’ll distract me from everything else that’s going on, and who knows? Maybe I’ll fall in love with him, and we’ll live in a big house, and get married, and have those three kids he was talking about in chemistry with his friend. Yep, just the thought of that has my ovaries tingling. Yes I’m being sarcastic.
Anyway, my solution for the college thing is to wait and see. I know it doesn’t sound like much but it’ll have to do. I have don’t want to talk to Faith about it and make her think she’s going to be stuck here forever because she might take off and I’d never see her again. That sounds like a good solution for problem one but it’s not. I’d go insane if she just took off. I already know that I’d hunt her down just to see if she’s ok.
I might talk to Giles about me leaving for college but I can already imagine how that conversation would go. He’d tell me it’s ok to leave because now Faith is here to take over, and I’d be not happy about that and he’d ask why and I’d end up telling that I’m falling in love with her and he’d clean his glasses so hard they’d break. Wow, that was a really long run on sentence. Maybe some time away from Willow will do me some good.
Willow and Xander are two more things to feel bad about. It’s not so much them, but how I’ve been treating them. Faith is always on my mind, and they can tell that something is bothering me. They ask about it, but I just tell them I’m thinking about Angel, and then change the subject. We haven’t been hanging out as much because I spend a lot of time with Faith and I know Willow is getting insecure about it. She’s the bestest friend a girl can have, but I’ve been ignoring her. Maybe this weekend we’ll have a slumber party or something.
We can rent movies and pop popcorn, and it’ll be like ‘Faith who?’ Things will be like they used to even if it’s only for one night. One night of not thinking about Faith’s pouty, soft looking lips. Lips that I want all over me. And her breasts…I don’t really know what to do with someone else’s breasts, but I’m sure figuring it out would be so much fun. And that stomach of hers…oh God. You can’t even tell that she had a kid, seriously. It’s flat, and toned, and I just want to wash it, is that weird? Wow, I didn’t say a word this whole lunch hour. Now that’s weird.
Chapter Twelve
It’s been three days since that day I got all introspective. So now it’s Thursday, the second day of the week that Faith comes to the library and we train. Normally that time is like a high for me because I have an excuse to touch Faith’s sweaty body. But today wasn’t good. Scott showed up because he needed to check out a book. He bought the excuse that Faith and I kick boxy together, and we pay Giles to let us use the library for training. So it wasn’t a complete lie, we just don’t pay Giles.
Things went from slightly awkward to really bad when he decided to stick around and watch. He actually things it’s sexy that I kick box. The room got really tense and Faith started acting weird. It was like we were in a real fight or something, and she kept sending Scott these little glares. We sparred longer then we normally do, so when we were done Scott had to leave. He gave me a kiss goodbye, and told me he can’t wait for our date tomorrow night. As soon as he was out the doors Faith threw a chair against a wall.
We’ve been patrolling for about an hour now, and things couldn’t be anymore awkward. What’s really annoying is every five minutes she’ll let out this irritated sigh. It’s like she wants to talk to me, but she won’t, and keeping everything bottled in is pissing her off. What won’t she say? Does she have feelings for me too? Those kinds of questions have been running around my brain since this afternoon. I almost forgot how to turn left they’re taking up so much room!
I glance over at her and have to hold my breath. She straightened her hair today and she looks beautiful. I want to run my fingers through those silky locks. I want to place my hand at the back of her head to hold her still while I kiss her with all the passion in my body. I want…to punch her in the face for sighting yet another, very angry, sigh. Ok, this shit has got to stop. It’s getting on my nerves. If she wants to brood that’s fine, but she can at least tell me why.
“What is up with you today?” I ask and stop walking. Ok, so maybe I’ve been repressing some anger too. At least I hid it better then her. “First you completely freak out when my boyfriend gives me a kiss goodbye, and now you’re acting like I killed your puppy. So what the fuck is up?” I don’t care that I shouldn’t be yelling. Now that I’ve started to let some of the anger out there’s no controlling it.
“Nothing’s up, ok? I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. And I wasn’t pissed that your boyfriend kissed you. I was pissed because I couldn’t concentrate with him watching us like that. It creeped me out.” Oh yeah right. Faith is always trying to act sexy for attention. That would’ve been a perfect opportunity.
“You do know what I’m talking about, Faith, so don’t play dumb. When I went out with Scott on Sunday you got all jealous and weird. Just like you did when I told you that I’m dating someone.” She knows I’m right I can see it in her eyes. It’s this fear mixed with rage, and I can tell she’s about to let the rage out.
“Oh bull-fucking-shit, Buffy. I’m not jealous of you. This is so like you. Little princess isn’t happy about someone so of course it’s my fault. You think everyone wants you, but they don’t. Why don’t you just get over yourself, and grow up like the rest of us?” Ouch. That actually hurt. But I’m not buying it. That’s just more of her defensive crap, and I’m not falling for it.
“Fine, then what is bothering you? If you’re so perfect with me dating Scott, then why are you so mad? It must be pretty big because our patrols used to be fun. So miss footloose and collar free, what the fuck is shoved so far up your ass that the one thing I look forward to all day is suddenly like a burden?” I didn’t mean to say that.
“It’s none of your fucking business. And way to use a Lady and the Tramp reference, what are you six?” Oh now she just crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed.
“Fuck you, it’s a good movie no matter how old you are. And yes it is my business. We slayer together all the time, and I need to know that you’re going to be at the top of your game. What we do is too dangerous for you to be sulking like a six-year-old who got her tedding bear taken away. So what the hell is going on?” She takes a step closer and I tense up. She wouldn’t hit me, would she?
“You really wanna know?” What the fuck kinda question is that? Great now I’m talking like her. “You really wanna fucking know?” She takes two more steps towards me, and she’s almost in my personal space. Her arms are down by her sides, and the look in her eyes is so intense I might go blind if I don’t look away soon.
“Yeah, I wanna know! I asked didn’t I?” Faster then the blink of my eyes her hands are on my face, and her lips are on mine. My eyes go wide but…oh my fucking God her lips are so soft. I close my eyes and respond. I wrap my arms around her back and pull her to me. Her entire body is pressed against mine, and I think I Just came a little bit. Before I can really get into the kiss she slowly pulls her head back. We’re both panting roughly, and her breath is hot against my face.
I look deeply into her eyes like I’m trying to look for her soul or something. The look she’s giving me is so…I can’t even describe it. It’s so far beyond tense that I can practically feel it in my bones. I can tell by that look she wants me as much as I want her. She has probably the entire time we’ve known each other, and she can’t stand the thought of someone else having me. God I love this woman.
In an instant we’re kissing again, and this is so far from the first one I’m not even sure that happened. This is tongue, and teeth, and hips fighting to be in control. Faith is winning, but I won’t go down without a fight. I swirl my tongue against hers, and then roll it like I’m trying to say an ‘r’ sound in Spanish. I feel her shiver, and her arms wrap around my back. She’s grabbing my ass so hard and tight I think there’s going to be bruises but there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop her.
We pull back at the same time and our breathing is very deep, but shallow at the same time. God, I don’t even care that I’m not making sense anymore. She takes her hands off my ass and grabs onto my upper arms. She has a really good grip, and hopefully there won’t be bruises there. Wait, what is she doing? Why is she pushing me back? Please tell me she’s not going to make me stop kissing her because now that I know what her velvety smooth yet demanding tongue feels like in my mouth I don’t think I can give it up.
She leans forward and kisses me again. Great now I’m totally confused. I can’t even kiss her properly because I’m trying to figure out why she’s making me back up. Oh good God she just did this thing with her tongue that I can’t even begin to describe, but it has me seeing stars. Literally seeing stars. Wait a second, I’m seeing stars because I’m on my back and my eyes are open. When did this happen? Ok, this is going a little too fast for me. She’s on top of me, kissing and biting at my neck and fuck it feels so good.
“Don’t worry, B, I’m not gonna leave a mark,” she breathes into my ear. Why would that be bad? I want her to mark me. Mark me, take me, break me, fuck me, have me, love me I don’t care, just pick one! I spread my legs and she’s instantly nestled in between them. It’s like she belongs there. She’s a perfect fit. I told you we’re soul mates. She starts to softly suck on my earlobe and my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I let out a long, loud moan.
She starts grinding her hips, dry humping me, although my pussy is far from dry. I can tell she’s just as wet as I am because of the heat that’s radiating from her. I grind against her as best as I can, but she’s kind of pinning me down. I’m too worked up to just let her have her way with me. I need her inside me right now. I don’t care if it’s her fingers or her tongue. I just need it in me. I try to tell her how much I need her but my vocal cords aren’t working. I guess I’ll just have to do this myself.
I release the death grip on the back of her shirt and try to reach in between our bodies so I can take her pants off. She has other ideas though. She grabs onto the hem of my shirt and tugs upward. I help her out by arching my back, but that makes both of us freeze and moan when out extremely hard nipples are pressed together through our bras and shirts. Ok, clothes need to come off now!
Everything becomes even more frantic as we try to take each other’s shirts off at the same time. I don’t know how we manage to get them off without ripping them but I’m pretty sure we just did. Oh God, she’s wearing a black lacey bra. She looks damn sexy in a black lacey bra. At least I think so. I’m wearing a front clasp bra tonight and I guess she can just tell by looking because in less then two seconds my bra is off. I try to take hers off but she grabs onto my wrists and holds them against the wet grass between us.
She kisses me against and it’s like she’s trying to swallow me whole. I try to keep up with her fast pace, but my mind is so scattered, and her tongue is moving so fast. I feel drunk or something and I wouldn’t change anything for the world. I mean it. I’ve saved it enough. I’m going to get my one moment of pure happiness and there’s nothing anyone but God can do to stop me. Anyway, she starts to gently suck on my tongue, and my hips start moving in the rhythm of it. I’ve never felt anything like that before. And I don’t want it to stop.
Oh God, why oh why did she stop? I think I’m going to go crazy if she doesn’t stop teasing me like this. Every time she starts doing something that feels great she stops before I can really enjoy it. I open my eyes and the expression on her face is wild. It’s like she’s barely controlling herself or something. I know the feeling. She lifts herself up a little bit with her legs and now the grinding is gone. What the fuck does she think she’s…oh, she’s trying to get my pants unbuttoned. It’s about damn time.
While she works on getting the button undone I kick my shoes off as fast as I can. Luckily I decided to go casual tonight and just wear sneakers. Anyway, I kick my shoes off and my socks go with them. Good those would’ve been annoying. She gets my jeans undone and pulls them down my body. My skin is so hot that as soon as the cool night air touches it I let out a long hiss. Faith doesn’t stop until my jeans are off. She has a look of surprise on her face when she sees I’m not wearing any underwear.
I always get so turned on around her, especially on patrol, and I didn’t want to ruin another pair. Anyway, I wrap my hands around the back of her neck and pull her up to me. I kiss her deeply and run my hands up and down her back. I unclasp her bra and pull it off. We’re still kissing so I can’t see her breasts but I can feel them. She arches her back and makes them press into mine. I let out a long groan, and stop breathing for a few seconds.
“Get these off, now,” I breathe out more then say, and tug at her belt. She grabs onto my wrists again and pins them to the ground. If she thinks she’s going to be in complete control she has another thing coming. I use mostly the strength of my legs to roll us over. The look on her face is out of this world sexy. It’s beat red, her lips are swollen, and that wild look in her eyes has increased ten fold. I sit up and admire her beautiful breasts. The skin of her chest is a pink color and she’s breathing rapidly. Her dark nipples are hard and my mouth is actually watering at the sigh of them.
I practically dive down to her chest. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I wrap my lips around her left nipple and gently suck on it. I feel her arch her back and it pushes more of her breast against me. I feel her hands on the back of my head, and her fingers snake through my hair. I release her nipple, and leave a little love bite right next to it. I feel the slayer inside take a hold of me, and I get a small smile on my face.
I leave a little nip on the bottom of her left breast, and she lets out a little moan. I nip the spot again, and she moans a little louder. That’s a weird place for a sweet spot, but whatever. I warp my lips around that spot and I can feel her heartbeat. It’s fast, and hard, and it’s making me want to fuck her even more. I suck on the flesh as hard as I can, and bite down a little. I don’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t help myself. She moans, and groans, and wraps her legs around me. She starts grinding against my stomach, and her crotch feels so hot I think I might get burned.
I pull my head back, and her skin is pulled until it can’t go any further. There’s a small pop but I ignore that and just look. Where my mouth was just a second ago is a nine, big, dark red mark. Or if you want to be more specific, a hickey. Just seeing my mark on her olive skin is making my clit throb like it’s never throbbed before. I thin I’m going to pass out, or cry if I don’t get some release soon. I sit up again and undo Faith’s belt. She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, but that’s ok with me.
We both start tugging at the denim and in about five seconds her pants are around her ankles. It takes her longer then I’d like for her to kick her shoes off, but when she does the jeans go with them. And hey, she’s not wearing any underwear either. I look into her eyes and they’re boring holes into mine. I’ve never seen so much passion and desire in anyone’s eyes before. It makes a shiver run up and down my spine. I kiss her again, but this one isn’t like the others. It’s just as forceful and demanding, but it’s slow. Her tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth, and swirls around mine. I groan, and moan as that strong tongue takes me over.
She rolls us over without breaking the kiss. Her skin feels so hot against mine that all of my nerve endings are on fire. I feel her hand snake its way in between us. My entire body tenses up as it gets lower, and lower, and lower. I feel those soft yet strong fingers glide through my liquid heat. I hiss in a breath when a finger brushes against my clit. My hips buck against my will and everything is spinning. I start to grind against her finger, and she pulls her head back and gives me a small smile.
“That’s not why it’s down there. Lift your legs up.” Ok, then why is her hand down there? I don’t question her as I quickly lift my legs. Apparently I didn’t do it the way she wants because that oh so good feeling finger is gone, and she’s readjusting my legs herself. They’re bent at the knee, and my feet are so far up I can feel the backs against my ass. Thank God for slayer flexibility. I’m about to point out the fact that I’ve never done anything like this before, latest now with a girl, but before I can get a word out she’s kissing me again.
The overwhelming need to have her hasn’t gone away, but now that I actually have her, on top of me and naked and ready to fuck me, I’m a little nervous. Every single move she makes feels like it’s in slow motion, every sound we make is amplified, and the entire world fades away when I feel her clit touch mine. I wrap my arms around her back and hold on as tight as I can. She waits about five seconds for me to start breathing again and when I do she starts up a fast rhythm. It takes me a minute or two to catch up to her, but when I do my God I can’t even describe how fucking good this feels.
The only sound I can hear is our heavy breathing and the sticky, wet noise of our pussies rubbing together. My eyes roll into the back of my head when she kisses me. The rubbing plus the kissing is like a pleasure overload or something. It’s almost too much to handle. I turn my head away, and her forehead rests on my shoulder. It’s actually pretty perfect because I can smell all of her. I can smell her shampoo, her body spray, and her sweat. Also that very spicy Faith smell that always turns me on whenever I catch a whiff.
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build up. I can feel it from the bottoms of my toes to the tip of my tongue. I can tell that Faith is getting close too. I’m not exactly sure how I know, I can just tell. She’s mumbling something against my shoulder but I can’t understand what she’s saying. Oh God, it doesn’t matter what she’s saying because I’m going to come!
“Oh Faith, oh God. Faith, Faith, Faith!” I yell and dig my nails into her back. My toes curl, my breathing stops and all I can hear is the sound of blood rushing in my ears. I feel something gush out of me, and now I’m seeing spots. I’ve never felt anything this good before, and it’s all because of Faith. I very slowly come down from my high because that’s what it was. I was high for about a minute. Or an hour, I’m not so sure. I slowly open my eyes, and I have to flutter them because the spots are lingering. When my vision clears I see Faith smiling at me, and that’s when it hits me. Oh God, what did we just do?
