Chapter Eight - Contentment
Getting a room was one thing.
Getting Buffy in the room was another thing entirely.
"Oooh! Lookie, Faith! This fish looks like Finding Nemo!" Buffy announces, staggering over to the large fish tank in the lobby. She presses her face against it and taps on the glass. "Here fishy, fishy… oh! Look! And this one's trying to make out with the glass!" she giggles and the night manager gives Faith a disapproving look. Damn, does she look like this chick's babysitter?
Obviously.
"Miss, could you please escort your friend away from the aquarium?"
"Ain't like she's gonna break it," Faith shoots back, defensively. But Buffy does look a little too intoxicated for public displays of… living. Her forehead is up against the glass and Faith cocks an eyebrow as Buffy starts making fish faces at the poor creatures inside of it. Lord.
"B? Hey, Buffy? C'mere, we gotta go upstairs," Faith says, taking Buffy's hand and pulling her away from the aquarium. Buffy stumbles a little but doesn't fall, thankfully.
"But… I want to watch the fishies," Buffy says, pouting.
"Maybe there'll be fish in the room," Faith offers, trying to appease her. She makes sure she has a firm grip on her hand as she drags Buffy to the elevator. She's still pouting but she leans into Faith's side as they walk.
"I want fish. I never got a pet," she slurs as Faith drags her into the elevator.
"Fish're borin'."
"You're boring."
Faith snorts. "Yeah, sure." She closes one eye and tilts her head, trying to get through the drunken dizziness as she looks at the elevator numbers. What the fuck floor was their room on? Fifteen? Hopefully. She presses the button and the doors close. She leans against the side of the elevator and she squints her eyes. Fuck, why does everything gotta be so god damn bright?
Buffy starts humming along to the elevator music, leaning her head against Faith's shoulder. "Mmm… you smell good…"
"What do I smell like?" Faith asks with a smile. She kind of likes drunk Buffy… even if she can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
"Like… cinnamon and sex," Buffy says, biting on her lower lip softly. "I kinda want to lick you." Faith chuckles, half expecting Buffy to do it which, okay, wouldn't help this whole hands to herself thing but Buffy seems to be trying to stick to her 'no touching' rule too. She does come awfully close though.
"Yeah well I kinda wanna lick your ass when we're sober," Faith replies.
"You wanna lick my ass?" Buffy asks, not sure if she should be grossed out or turned on by that. But she's drunk and she decides… yes, Faith can lick her ass. That's doable. A good, solid plan of… lickage.
Faith laughs a little. She meant 'your ass' as in just 'you', but whatever. "Among other things," she tells her with a smirk. The elevator dings as they get to their floor and the doors open. Faith takes Buffy's hand again, not trusting her to be able to walk on her own and pulls her out of it. She digs through her pockets for her keycard, needing to figure out the room number.
"Should I make a list? Oh! I can make a list of which places you should lick and you can check them off as you do them," Buffy offers. Faith smirks as she reads the keycard. Fifteen eleven. Okay so that should be… that way? Maybe.
"Be sure to get right on that," Faith says, amused as she leads Buffy down the hall.
"I will! There'll be bullet points and everything! Giles says organization is the key to… something. Maybe a hell dimension. Oh, maybe bullet points shouldn't be involved then," Buffy says, frowning. Faith laughs.
"I'm hungry," Buffy says again, suddenly. "Can we get room service with one of those rolly carts and a bellboy?"
"See, now I know you're takin' advantage of the me bein' the guy thing," Faith says with a smirk before she stops right outside their room. Buffy tries to keep walking, unfazed, but Faith pulls her back towards her. "You're tryin' to get me to bust my daily limit on my card."
Not that it's really her card. More like the Council's card, but whatever.
"S'not what I'm doing!" Buffy protests, her words slurring even more. "Swear! I just… my tummy is rumbly." She pouts and Faith leans in and kisses her to make her smile again; it works.
"Well if ya don't pass out then we can order somethin', okay?" Faith tells her before turning to the door and struggling with the keycard. Fuck, they should make these things drunk-proof. It takes about five tries but finally the green light turns on, signaling success, and she opens the door and helps Buffy inside.
"BED!" Buffy squeals, making a beeline to it. She jumps on it, landing on her stomach, spread eagle. Faith smirks as she kicks off her shoes and staggers a bit over to it herself. She flops down on her back, looking at the ceiling.
"Better get your shoes off of it," Faith tells her, moving her leg to bump Buffy's. Buffy groans in complaint.
"You do it."
"Ya want me to take off your shoes for you? What am I, your bitch now?"
Buffy giggles and turns her head to look at Faith, "That could be fun."
"Pfft, dream on, Blondie. If anyone's gonna be the bitch here, it's gonna be you," Faith tells her, bumping her leg with Buffy's again to get her point across. She's not sleeping in a bed that's got dirt in it.
Buffy sits up a little, leaning on her elbows. "But what if I get an outfit? A sexy one with… leather and spandex or… whatever they wear. Oh! A whip. I could get a whip. I could crack it and say naughty things."
Faith busts out laughing. Shit, drunk Buffy really is a slut. It's cute though, at least this part is. Her naivety is amusing. "Ya gonna make a list of kinks we need to try too, or just add that to the list of places I need to lick?"
"I could do that. Separate or… both. I don't care. You underestimate the power of… um, lists."
Faith laughs more.
"Hey! I mean it! I won't do bullet points but… shut up!" she exclaims when Faith falls over laughing hard. Buffy pouts and sits up to take off her shoes, chucking them across the room unceremoniously. Faith's still laughing so she makes a disgruntled face and crawls on top of her, smacking her arm with her hand. "Shut up!"
"B… seriously… outfits? Lists?" she's still cracking up and Buffy pouts, shoving her a little.
"Well I don't know! I'm still new to this… lesbian thing, okay? I didn't have to take a test and get initiated."
Faith tries to control her laughter, but everything drunk Buffy says really is funny. She takes a breath though, then purses her lips together. Buffy's pouting hardcore now and she really doesn't know what she's doing so she probably shouldn't make fun of her. "Sorry," Faith says, trying not to smirk.
"You're mean," Buffy says flatly, shoving her once more before crawling off of her to sit on the other end of the bed. She folds her arms into herself and huffs, "Now buy me food."
"So fuckin' high maintenance," Faith mumbles. Buffy glares.
"You promised!"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll feed ya," Faith says, rolling over to reach the telephone. "What'dya want?"
"Pizza! No, steak! NO! Something with cheese."
"Pizza has cheese."
"Fine, pizza," Buffy relents and watches Faith dial the number to room service. Faith orders two large cheese pizzas and some fries and then hangs up, rolling over to look at her.
"'Bout thirty minutes."
"Food should be like… instant," Buffy says with a nod, affirming her own thought. "Like… you know, in the future, where you can just press a button and PRESTO! Pizza. Or… maybe I should have said PRESTO! PESTO! Because that sounds better. Presto! P—!"
"B," Faith says with a chuckle, interrupting her. "Chill with the motor mouth for a few minutes, yeah? C'mere and just lay down."
"Can we make out?"
Faith smirks, "Ain't gonna say no."
"Good," Buffy says with a smile and crawls over to Faith, lying on top of her. She hopes she doesn't squish her, but Faith just wraps her arms around her, holding her there. So squishing must be out, which is good, because that wouldn't be sexy at all. But that might be okay anyway because Faith could be sexy enough for the both of them; for the whole world, really.
"You're sexy," Buffy murmurs softly before letting her lips find Faith's. Buffy's decided that kissing Faith is definitely one of her favorite things to do; it makes her feel like she's drowning, but in a good way. Like everything else around them just falls away to nothing and all that matters is each other. It's nothing like kissing Angel; he was cold and Faith is warm. Same goes for Spike. Riley… Riley was sloppy and uncoordinated. And Satsu… she was good, she could do great things with her tongue, but Faith is… shit. Faith can do things with her tongue and she makes everything else not matter. There's nothing but the two of them and it's… peaceful.
Well, it's peaceful when it's just kissing. After about five minutes it becomes a bit more than that.
Faith's mouth was becoming more insistent; more wanting. She couldn't seem to really control herself, not when they were in a bed, in a room, with Buffy straddling her waist and slowly starting to grind her crotch into hers. Faith's tongue dueled with hers for dominance in a way that left Buffy panting against her lips; each breath a whisper of need. Buffy's tongue sneaks out to dip into the cleft in Faith's bottom lip before taking the succulent flesh between her teeth and nipping on it in a way that allowed a throaty moan to escape past the brunette's lips.
Mmm… Buffy likes it when Faith's moans. She wants her to do it some more.
Her kisses aren't the best; they're a little sloppy because she's drunk, but Faith' doesn't seem to mind. Buffy grinds her crotch further into Faith's, the seam of her jeans rubbing against her in a very nice way. She gasps softly into her mouth before kissing her harder as Faith's hands find their way to her ass to press their bodies flush together.
Faith has wandering hands, so Buffy decides hers can wander too.
Buffy whimpers as Faith's tongue swirls around hers before she sucks it softly and Buffy grabs Faith's hip, nails digging in for a moment as she tries to focus on her task. Feeling; that's all she can do. But she wanted to… feel Faith, right. But another whimper floats past her lips as Faith starts sucking on her neck instead, and it feels like the whole world just fell out from under her.
"Faith…" she breathes. God, she needs to touch; needs to feel. Her hands slide up under Faith's shirt quickly, bypassing her bra even quicker… but then everything just has to become one big ol' suckfest.
"B, hold on…" Faith says, her breathing ragged as she grabs Buffy's hands and takes them away from her. Fuck, if that wasn't the hardest thing she's ever had to do, then she doesn't know what is. But she's trying, really fuckin' hard here, to not be one great big asshole and Buffy's… just drunk. Kissing's fine and whatever but Buffy wouldn't ever forgive her if she fucked her drunk.
"What is your problem?" Buffy asks, annoyed now. Why can't she just have sex when she wants to?!
"Don't get bitchy with me, B. I'm fuckin' tryin' to be proper and all this junk for you," Faith snaps, her sexual frustration just coming out as… frustration.
"Well it sucks, it's stupid, and I don't like it. Stop."
"You're drunk as shit."
"So? Being drunk doesn't mean I've suddenly developed a case of stupid."
"Buffy… just… fuck," Faith says, sighing. She pinches the bridge of her nose and counts backwards from ten; it seems to be a decent enough distraction. "Look, I'm fucked up, I'm horny, and yeah, I would fuck the hell outta ya if you were any other bitch. But you're not, you're you and I seriously don't need an ass kickin' tomorrow morning."
"I'm not going to kick your ass," Buffy tells her, annoyed. "Why can't you just accept that I want to sleep with you?!"
"Because you made this whole fuckin' speech about how ya ain't gonna just jump in the sack with me, or did you forget that?! Jesus, Buffy! For fucks sake, give me some credit that I'm thinking about you over my fuckin' pussy for once!"
"Well maybe I want to think about your pussy!"
"Do you hear yourself? B, you're like so far past the point of trashed it's not even funny."
"Whatever," Buffy huffs, climbing off of Faith. "Asshole."
"Bitch," Faith mutters.
"So this is your… little end of the night theory then, huh?" Buffy asks spitefully. "You're an asshole and I'm a bitch? Well congratulations on your profeci… prefet… propheticness!" Okay, maybe she is a little drunk. Or okay, she knows she's really drunk, but that doesn't change the fact that she wants to have sex with Faith drunk, sober, high, whatever!
"Thanks," Faith says dryly. She looks upset though and she rolls over in a huff of her own annoyance and grabs the TV remote off of the bedside table. Neither of them says anything.
The silence between them lasts all through their dinner, or was it breakfast? Regardless. They ate their pizza in silence. It was awkward and the tension in the room wasn't helping either of them. Finally, after they ate, Buffy asks softly, "Do you want to go to sleep?"
"Whatever."
"Was that a yes or a no?"
"It was a whatever."
Buffy sighs heavily, feeling a little more sober; the food helped a lot. She just shakes her head and peels off her shirt, throwing it on the floor before unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying out of them. She can feel Faith's eyes on her. "What?" she asks.
"Didn't say nothin'."
"I'm in my bra and panties, I'm not naked so I'm not trying to… whatever. I'm so not sleeping in my clothes just because you're hormonal."
"I'm not fuckin' hormonal!"
"Whatever," Buffy says, sliding under the covers. Her eyes meet Faith's and she looks at her expectantly. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to get undressed and lay with me or are you going to be an ass?"
Faith flips her off but peels off her shirt. Fine, Buffy wants her to strip down like she is? Fine, she asked for it. She slides off her pants and Buffy's eyes go wide. Yeah, that's what she thought.
"You… you… wear a bra but you don't…?" Buffy seems to choke on her words and it makes Faith smirk. She can't see her front – Faith's facing away from her, but she can tell there's nothing there.
"Don't like underwear," she tells her simply before flipping off the bedroom light. She climbs under the covers and says, "Night."
What? Okay, Buffy finds this incredibly not fair. Stupid darkness, she couldn't even sneak a perverted peek.
Buffy's still lying there, staring at her. Faith can feel her eyes on her even though she's turned away from her. There's silence for a long time and Faith's waiting for her to say something; she knows she will. She's Buffy for Christ's sake, she's never without words.
"You'd make a crappy girlfriend," she mutters, finally.
"Told ya I would."
"You don't even… I mean you just… ugh! Do you want me to school you on this?" Buffy asks, annoyed. "Just… can you maybe…?"
"What?"
"Hold me or something?"
Faith raises an eyebrow before she rolls over in bed to look at Buffy who looks halfway between embarrassed and annoyed. "While I'm half naked?" Faith asks, like that's a stupid thing to do.
"Well if you're worried about my drunkness getting too handsy, I think I've sobered up a hell of a lot," Buffy states flatly.
Faith's inclined to agree with that at least, she wasn't babbling nonsense anymore or slurring her words.
"And ya don't think you being all pressed up against me with my pussy all out there that it ain't gonna lead to anything?" She's gotta ask.
Buffy's annoyance has reached a new level. "Faith, you're a jerk. A big, fat, annoying jerk. And you know what? I don't sleep with jerks."
"Yeah, cause there's a way to get me to cuddle with ya," Faith says dryly.
"You're a moron!"
"Night, B," Faith says dismissively, rolling over again. She's not gonna put up with this crap right now; she's too fucking tired.
"No!" Buffy exclaims, grabbing Faith's arm and making her roll over to face her. "You are going to hold me, and we're going to cuddle," she says firmly, snuggling into Faith's side roughly and throwing the brunette's arm around her. Damn her.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me with this shit?" Faith asks, looking at her like she's gone insane. She has half a mind to deck her in the face.
"No, now shut up and go to sleep," Buffy demands, holding Faith's arm around her and laying her head on her breast. Faith lets out an aggravated sigh, but she doesn't push her off. Fuck, she really is a whipped idiot now.
Faith closes her eyes and tries to go to sleep, but she really doubts that there's any way she's gonna be able to sleep with someone all over her like this, regardless of who it is. But she stays there; not really looking to get into another stupid fight with Buffy, even though Faith is painfully aware of every single body part of Buffy's that's touching her. Skin against skin; the heat between them… yeah, who the fuck is supposed to be able to sleep like this? Seriously.
Buffy can tell Faith's on edge; she can feel all of her muscles tense under her touch. But it's warm here, in Faith's arms; it's comforting. And it's… really incredibly sexy because oh my god she's not wearing any panties. Buffy wishes she was still as drunk as she was before because then she'd be bold enough to try to discreetly touch, maybe with her leg shifting accidently or… something. But she's a little nervous now; stupid food and stupid slayer metabolism that ruins her buzz.
Her fingers start tracing small patterns on Faith's tight stomach, smiling a little as she slightly feels her muscles jump from of her touch. "Faith?" she asks softly. Faith makes a grunting sound that Buffy is going to assume means 'what?' "I'm sorry I called you a jerk… and a moron."
"Whatever."
"No, I mean it," Buffy says, shifting a little so she can lean up to look down at Faith. She watches her open her eyes to look at her before continuing, "You've been… really wow with this whole date thing; really sweet and considerate and I'm… sorry."
"Wasn't gonna take advantage of ya," Faith mumbles.
"It's not even just that, you've been… I don't know, you so would not make a crappy girlfriend and I'm sorry I said that before, I was just mad. Frustrated, I guess. I was just…"
"Horny?" Faith offers with a little smirk. Buffy flushes.
"A little, yeah."
"Try 'a lot'."
"Okay, fine; a lot," Buffy amends. She takes a breath and brushes a piece of hair away from Faith's face gently. "This was a perfect first date, Faith. Thank you," she whispers.
Faith just shrugs, feeling a little self conscious. "Wasn't perfect," she mumbles, her eyes averting away from Buffy's gaze.
"Well okay, I know I got really drunk but other than that… yeah. It was…"
"Kinda fucked how fast we can end up gettin' sober huh?"
"Well, not completely sober," Buffy giggles. "I still feel a little tipsy, but at least the room isn't spinning anymore. And there's only one of you now; at one point I could have sworn you had a twin and then inappropriate fantasies started popping up in my head."
Faith smirks, "Perv. If I had a twin ya'd wanna do both of us at the same time? Hot as I am, I ain't gettin' into bed with my sister, even if she looks like me."
"Hence the 'inappropriate' part. But…" Buffy smiles before pursing her lips together. "I think I'd be happy with just one of you."
"Which one?" Faith asks with a wry smile.
Buffy hits her arm lightly, giggling. "You, idiot."
"Not my hypothetical twin? Ya never know B, doubt she'd be the hotter one, but she could be the saner one. You guys could get along better."
"I don't want your hypothetical twin, Faith," Buffy says, smirking. But then she gets serious, running her fingers softly over Faith's cheek, then her jaw line. "I want you," she tells her softly.
"But I'm— mffphh…" Faith's protests are cut short by Buffy putting a hand over her mouth.
"Just shut up for once," she tells her with a smile. "Just accept what I said and just…" her eyes search Faith's for a moment before she slides her hand slowly off of the brunette's mouth. She strokes her thumb across Faith's bottom lip before she leans in, whispering, "shut up…" she closes her eyes as her mouth meets Faith in a soft kiss.
Their lips are barely touching, just ghosting across each other lightly at first. Buffy's a little nervous, but she knows what she wants; she knows where this will end up going even if it kills her to get there. She understands Faith trying to be good for her, but Buffy doesn't want her to. She needs to touch, to feel, to be consumed by everything that Faith is. She just took her on an amazing date, showed a deeper, more caring side of her that Buffy could barely believe was hidden underneath all that cockiness and bravado, and she… she's it.
Maybe not 'it' as in 'the one', but Buffy's not an idiot and she knows she'd just be fooling herself if she didn't admit that Faith's what she wants, what she needs right now; more than Satsu, more than any person that she could start fresh with. She needs their past; she needs all the feeling and the emotions behind everything that they did to each other to truly understand what it's like to feel swept up in someone's wake. And she was, God she so was; completely.
She isn't going to think about later, or the 'what if's', or Faith possibly leaving, or maybe not wanting a real relationship. That didn't matter right now. What mattered was the here and now, and how Faith made her feel. It's always been that way with Faith; feeling, for better or for worse.
Buffy slips her tongue pasts Faith's lips, kissing her deeper. Her hand finds Faith's hip as she leans over her, her palm growing warmer against Faith's rapidly heating skin. Her breathing has become shallower, maybe because of her nerves or maybe just due to Faith's becoming a little shallow as well. She takes a chance though and moves herself completely on top of Faith, her leg slipping between hers, allowing her thigh to connect with Faith's scorching heat. Faith hisses at the contact, her legs falling apart automatically to give Buffy more room, but her hands betray her libido and she tries to push Buffy off of her, panting and attempting to stay in control.
"B… you—"
"Shh…" Buffy whispers, moving Faith's hands away from hers before leaning back down to kiss her hard on the lips, once. She looks her in the eyes before she dips her head down, trailing her tongue up the length of Faith's neck; her skin is warm and tastes of salt. "I want this…" she breathes into her ear, "I want you…" She presses her thigh a little further against Faith's center, making the younger woman groan beneath her, her hands grasping Buffy's hips. "This isn't the alcohol talking, this is me and I need…" Buffy interrupts herself with a gasp as she feels Faith press her hips deeper into her, smearing her wetness all over her thigh. God, Faith felt amazing. "I need you," she breathes into her ear as she lets her hand slide up Faith's tight stomach, over her ribs, to push her bra out of the way. When her hand cups one of Faith's delicious mounds she moans, "God, I need you Faith… fuck me… please…"
Faith's hands snapped off Buffy's bra quickly after that statement, pushing it down off her shoulders before suddenly flipping them over. She looks down at the blonde; her eyes wild, her breathing shallow and her husky, lust driven voice telling her, "Ya better not kick my ass for this later." Her eyes trail over Buffy's form, drinking in every inch of her. But she still isn't moving; she's just hovering there, like she's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Buffy never thought she'd be the one to have to lead when it comes to sex with Faith, but then again she never thought Faith would ever truly care about doing the right thing by her. Regardless, this is completely the right thing and they are going to have sex, damnit.
Buffy grabs one of Faith's hands, guiding it between her legs, over her panties. "Does it feel like I'm going to kick your ass later?" she counters breathlessly as she watches Faith's eyes get a little wider from the feel of how soaked her underwear is.
Faith can't deny what she feels, so no. But it's still so… surreal. Buffy's half fuckin' naked, wet and wanting her, needing her. Is it her fault that she kinda feels like she's been sucked into some kind of alternate dimension? Buffy's also aggressive about what she wants, which is kinda messed up since this would be her first time with a chick and no one's ever aggressive their first time, especially not Buffy. But maybe she just feels that comfortable with Faith which, yeah, also is rackin' up points in the 'alternate dimension' theory.
"Damnit, I never knew you'd think this much," Buffy mumbles before cupping her hand around the back of Faith's neck and pulling her in for another deep kiss. The hell with it; she can lead. She's sure once she pushes enough of Faith's buttons that this whole thinking business will be over and done with. She just needs to…
Faith groans hard into Buffy's mouth once the blonde's hand has found its way into her dripping sex. There wasn't any time for pleasantries; Faith needed to throw herself into this. Buffy needed Faith to throw herself into this. Buffy slides her fingers across her sensitive flesh, applying just enough pressure to Faith's clit to finally make the brunette come to grips with the reality of the situation.
And God does she come to grips with reality of it.
It's like a switch goes off in Faith; all tenderness and exploration gone, leaving only the lustful, unadulterated animal that Faith is underneath. Buffy's underwear is torn from her body roughly, a slight growl passing through Faith's lips before she unhooks her own bra and throws it across the room. Skin meets skin completely, finally, and Buffy gasps at the feeling of Faith's body flush against hers. Faith's barely giving her time to breathe though; her kisses becoming more insistent with their passion, her tongue plunging in Buffy's mouth and drinking her up like she owns her. Her hand grabs Buffy's that's sliding in her pussy, moving it away from her and holding it above her head, making Buffy groan from the lack of contact. Faith smirks against her lips.
"This is my game; you're just playin' it, baby," she whispers, every husky word going straight to Buffy's core. Buffy can do nothing else but moan in response as Faith's body slides down hers, her lips finding every piece of Buffy that she can reach; touch, taste, feel. She's sucking on her flesh, leaving love bites that Buffy knows will be gone in the morning. Down her neck, her shoulder, her chest, her stomach; God Faith's mouth is amazing.
"Faith please…" she begs softly, feeling Faith's breath against her clit, but her mouth still so far from it. Faith just grins wickedly before biting down on Buffy's inner thigh, making the blonde arch her back and moan hard as the line between pain and pleasure borders to nonexistent. She wants to touch Faith, to feel her, taste her, fuck her, everything, but Faith won't let her and it's driving her insane. She squirms, her flesh that's already slightly slick from sweat and anticipation is sticking to the sheets below her as Faith blows cool air across her clit, making her twitch and gasp. "Faith…" she begs again; wanting, needing.
But Faith's taking her time down there, the smell of Buffy's arousal surrounding her and making her feel a bit dizzy. Fuck. Buffy Summers' pussy is in my face. It's the one, simple thing she's ever wanted in her whole life so no, she wasn't going to rush this. She's going to remember every single detail of it.
Buffy has a small mole; right on her left lip and Faith's tongue sneaks out for a taste, making the older woman gasp and buck her hips. She needs it, Faith can feel it. It's not even the smell of sex and lust in the air around them, but it's so much deeper than that. She can feel it through their connection; every breath Buffy takes and every whimper that escapes her lips coming after the feeling that she has; that Faith can feel radiating from her.
Taking it slow was fine at first, but eventually Faith's lust won out and her tongue slips through her folds, moaning at the sweet taste of the woman beneath her. Buffy cries out; her name, Faith's name, finally falling from her lips out of ecstasy and pleasure from what she's doing to her, and not from her own ministrations as it has so many times before. Her fingers tangle themselves in Faith's hair as she closes her eyes, her breathing uneven and heavy as she surrenders to the feeling of Faith's tongue exploring her most intimate area.
Faith uses her fingers to spread Buffy open for her, her tongue mapping every dip and curve that Buffy's sex had to offer her. Her tongue flicks against her hard, protruding clit and Buffy squeals before turning it into another long moan as Faith wraps her lips around it and sucks on it gently. Fuck, she could go down on her for hours and by the looks of it… Buffy probably wouldn't mind. Between Buffy's legs is definitely Faith's new favorite place.
But there are other places Faith needs to explore so she slides two fingers into Buffy's heat, her arousal coating her fingers instantaneously. Buffy cries out, her hand hitting the headboard as she grabs hold of it, thrusting her hips into Faith's hand to make her go deeper. "Oh god… oh fuck yes…" she breathes, every sensation in her body feeling like tiny firecrackers dancing across her skin. "Oh baby, please…" she pants, squeezing her inner muscles to tighten around Faith, intensifying the feeling inside of her.
"Fuck, you're so tight…" Faith groans appreciatively. Her tongue slides through Buffy's folds again, but she's stopped as Buffy tugs on her hair a little, making her look up in question.
"Wait…" she pants out, trying to breathe. She licks her lips before she tells her, "I need you… up here… I wanna…"
"Told ya this is my show, B. Fall in line," Faith interrupts with a smirk before she curls her fingers against Buffy's g-spot, making her cry out and slam her hand into the headboard, shaking the bed. But Faith stills her fingers again, letting Buffy breathe, who tells her:
"Faith… if you don't get up here… right now… I'm gonna tie you to the fucking bedposts…" she threatens between each breath. Faith's smirk widens.
"Kinky."
"I mean it."
"I know you do," Faith says with a lustful smile, but she starts to climb up her body anyway; slowly, like a panther. Her dark hair is tumbled down around her shoulders, the look in her eyes is feral, and Buffy doesn't think she's ever seen anything more beautiful or sexy in her entire life. Faith's eyebrow twitches in amusement before she leans in, whispering against her lips, "And you didn't hear me say no."
Buffy groans at that mental image just as Faith's tongue invades her mouth, allowing Buffy to taste herself as her tongue slides around hers, drawing her in. Okay, she's definitely going to tie Faith up one day… but right now she just needs to touch her. Her hands are everywhere and yet not enough places as she tries to feel every inch of her; relish in every perfection and flaw. Faith's fingers have started up an agonizingly slow pace inside of her and Buffy's breath comes out in short bursts against her lips. Buffy's hand slides further down, exploring, but then freezes when it comes to the scar that's tainted Faith's perfect abdomen. She doesn't know what to do.
"It's just skin," Faith whispers, trying to dodge the wrecking ball that could shatter this moment. She slides her hips up, making Buffy's hand slide down quickly to be consumed by her dripping core, knowing it'll prove to be a good distraction. Buffy moans, her fingers sliding further down of their own accord to slip inside of her, making Faith gasp hard, "Fuck!"
Buffy didn't forget about the scar, but she knows now isn't the time to cry over it. Faith's fingers have picked up the pace inside of her, the feeling of Buffy fucking her fueling her lust and passion. Her lips bruise Buffy's with the sheer force behind them and they pant, moan, gasp against each other's lips as they both work each other closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck… Buffy…" Faith breathes, her eyes shut tightly closed as her forehead rests against Buffy's, before crying out when Buffy's palm puts pressure on her clit. Every feeling she's ever had feels multiplied when she's with her; more pleasure, more pain, more love, more lust, more guilt, more passion. Faith exhales a shaky breath before kissing her again, needing her to feel it too, if only for a second.
"Oh Faith… oh god, Faith…" Buffy gasps with each thrust; each stroke that pushes her closer to oblivion. It's low enough that it's barely even audible, but Faith can hear every word clearly. Buffy's whispering to her; completely drowning in the feeling of making love to her, her arm wrapped around Faith's back like she's afraid to let her go, "Oh god, I need you…" her lips find Faith's and she whispers against them, "Baby I need you…"
Buffy's eyes flicker open to look at Faith, and Faith's follow suit shortly after. They're both breathless, slick with sweat and consumed by passion; each staring into each other's eyes. It's emotional, and it scares Faith with the intensity of it, but Buffy eyes are hinted with doubt and pleading as she touches Faith's cheek softly, her voice breaking slightly as she whispers, "Don't leave me after this… please Faith… I… I can't…"
"I'm not going to leave you," Faith breathes, her lips finding Buffy's again as her breath tickles over them as she says, "I promise…" It's said so quickly and so surely that it terrifies Faith, but it affords Buffy comfort, confidence, and the blonde kisses her with reckless abandon, her fingers doubling their speed so that all of Faith's fears fly out the window as she screams, pressing her own fingers against Buffy's g-spot as she can feel herself hovering on the brink.
"Fuck, B… Jesus fucking Christ…" she gasps before her orgasm hits her with no remorse; hard, fast, and utterly as she bites on Buffy's shoulder to muffle her screams. Buffy comes afterwards, Faith's name falling from her lips as her head spins and the world darkens around her as ecstasy pours from every inch of her being. It's the most incredible feeling either of them has ever had in their lives, and it leaves them breathless and spent, basking in the feeling of each other.
Buffy isn't sure when she drifted off to sleep, but when she wakes the next morning she realizes with surprise that she still has Faith on top of her. She looks so peaceful when she's sleeping; her walls and defenses down… with a lingering smile of contentment on her lips that Buffy kisses gently before willing herself back to sleep.
She's never letting Faith go.
