Chapter Nineteen
"Hey," Buffy says softly as Faith stirs, yawning a bit as she wakes up. They had both fallen asleep together; exhausted from the emotional roller coaster they had been on for the last couple of days. Faith doesn't say anything; she just lays there as Buffy brushes the hair away from her face. "You hungry?" Buffy asks. Faith just shakes her head no.
She didn't feel hungry. She still felt sick.
Buffy watches her as she looks down before bringing the covers up around her chin. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?" Buffy asks her.
Faith just shrugs a little. "I'll be okay. Worse things have been said to me."
Buffy strokes her face softly, but Faith instinctively flinches. Buffy looks like her hearts about to break from that one movement. "Faith…" she says softly, looking at her, her expression filled with pain. "Just tell me how to make it better…"
Faith has a flashback to the roof, the Council, the argument. She pulls the covers around herself more. "It's cool, B. We're cool."
"No, we're not. You can't even handle me touching you…" Buffy says, then voices what Faith is feeling. "You're afraid of me," then she pauses, realization setting on her face. Faith furrows her brow as she watches her. "I…" Buffy starts. "I just had to dig for that…" Her eyes are wide. Shocked. It makes Faith sit up.
"What?"
"It worked," Buffy says softly, looking at her like she doesn't even know how to process that information. "I just realized… I can't feel you. Not unless I look for it…" She looks at Faith, not knowing how she's going to take that information; worried about it, almost.
That news should've made Faith feel better because it meant that Buffy did what she did for a reason. That it worked and that was just the consequence. But it didn't feel better. Maybe a little bit, but not enough. "How?" Faith asks. "I never hated you."
"Fear," Buffy says, still in her little dazed place. But she snaps out it and looks at her, her voice stronger now. "You… you said it was about fear. But it wasn't the fear of you hating me. I think it's the fear of losing you…"
"Well, great," Faith says, but she doesn't sound like she means it. "It worked then. Congratulations."
"Baby…" That makes Faith stop, looking at her. Buffy never called her baby. Buffy takes her hand in hers and says, "I need you, please don't shut me out. Let me… let me make it up to you, okay?" Faith doesn't say anything though, so she presses, "Tonight? Can you… I mean, do you want to… go out with me tonight?"
Faith blinks. "Are you askin' me on a date? Like a real one?"
"Yeah," Buffy says, smiling a little. "Yeah, I am. So… would you like to?"
Faith feels nervous all of a sudden. She looks down at the comforter, picking at it a little while she shrugs. "I dunno, I mean… I ain't ever been on one of those. Not real sure I'm the date type."
"Of course you are," Buffy says, smiling, trying to comfort her. She laces their fingers together. "You don't have to be a specific type to date, Faith. You just have to be with someone you care about…"
Faith feels herself smiling a little, despite herself. Then she makes a face, "You're not gonna make me wear a dress, are you?"
Buffy laughs. "No, trust me, I wouldn't dream of it. I like you the way you are; I don't feel the need to change you." She shrugs. "Besides, knowing us? Our party will probably end up getting crashed by some demon from hell. Rather not fight in heels. Trust me, I've done it. It's not fun."
Faith looks down at their intertwined hands for a moment. "Where are we gonna go?"
"It's a surprise."
Faith smirks, looking up at her. "You have no idea, do you?"
"None what-so-ever," Buffy says, cracking a smirk. "But I'll figure it out. I'm gonna take you out, Faith. I'm gonna show you what you mean to me tonight… alright?"
Faith nods slowly, feeling so much like a little girl all of a sudden. Buffy smiles and leans in, kissing her softly. Faith closes her eyes and that feeling of disbelief washes through her again as she realizes that even with all the bullshit, all the angst, all the fighting, all the pain… Buffy is still her girl. And maybe that might be worth all the hurt, in the end. Maybe this is just what they had to do… get through all of it to get to the good. Someone once told Faith nothing good came easy, but she never believed it. Want, Take, Have. But they were right, she knows that now.
It still hurt. What Buffy did and said to her still hurt, but she tried to work through it. She was so nervous about going on a date that she was sure she was going to be sick. Butterflies were going fuckin' haywire in her stomach like they were pumped full of amphetamines. It took her forever to get ready, just trying to look somewhere between the realm of girly and slutty. She wanted to look nice for Buffy, not be the skank that she usually is, but she also wanted to somewhat be herself.
She opted on some nice jeans with a button down shirt that showed enough of her cleavage to get attention but not make her look easy. She tried to go a little more subtle on the makeup too, working with browns rather than hooker red. And when Buffy came to her door, dressed in nice pastels with a skirt that left just enough to the imagination, she took one look at Faith and told her she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life. Faith blushed, but Buffy didn't poke fun at her for it. She just leaned up, gave her a soft kiss, then took her hand and led her to the car that Angel let them borrow for the night.
They pulled up to a night club, and Faith raises her eyebrow. "A club? Figured you for the dinner and movie type of girl."
Buffy smirks as she parks the car. As she turns off the engine she says, "Yeah, but tonight isn't about me. And I know you love to dance."
Faith smiles; she never actually expected Buffy to think of what she would like. But her grin spreads ear to ear as she gets out of the car, "Well then let's tear the place up, girlfriend."
The music is loud, the lights are flashing and the bass is vibrating the floorboards as they step into the club. Faith's still grinning, loving the atmosphere, and she takes Buffy's hand in hers and immediately pulls her to the dance floor. It almost reminds her of that night in the Bronze; the night Buffy almost let go and became like her, only to have the world crash down around them when things got too out of hand. But before the shit of that night, there was something like this. It was the first time either of them every really felt the connection that flowed through them, that they belonged together. It was intoxicating; the feeling of both of them. Being around each other, feeling each other; connecting in that way; tonight was no different.
The world around them blurred and the people were nothing more than shadows. It was all just a focus, a straight fuckin' beeline to the only woman who ever mattered in her life. They looked into each other's eyes and completely let go of thinking, and every single person in the room seemed drawn to them, but they never paid any notice. They were both lost in a haze of each other.
When they finally took a break, Faith took Buffy's hand and led her to the bar, blowing off the line of guys who were trying to make advances on them. Buffy giggles before Faith pulls her over, putting her back to the bar as she leans against Buffy's chest. She leans down and kisses her passionately, and Buffy wraps her arms around her neck and just dives in head first without caring about who was witnessing it. It made Faith smile against her lips.
"You thirsty?"
Buffy smirks, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. "I want to kill something." She runs her hands down Faith's back, landing on her ass. She cocks an eyebrow.
"There's a graveyard not far from here," Faith tells her, the need to hunt her prey situating itself deep in her being. She fidgets a little in anticipation. Buffy grins wickedly.
"I know, that's why I chose this place. We're going to do your four favorite things tonight," she loops her fingers in her belt loops and starts backing up, taking Faith with her out the door.
"You know my four favorite things?" Faith asks with an eyebrow cocked as she follows her. Buffy just smirks.
"Do you?"
"Dancing," Faith lists off as they walk out the door and down the street to the nearest graveyard. Buffy turns around to walk beside her, sliding her hand down her arm until their holding hands. She nods at the first one, and Faith continues, "Slaying." Buffy smiles and nods again, leaning closer to her and looking up. Faith looks down at her and smirks, "You."
Buffy laughs, "I didn't include me on the list. I'm sure that would've made me sound kind of cocky."
They make their way to the gates of the cemetery, and Faith looks at her. "You bring stakes?" Buffy shakes her head with a little smile.
"Today is creative slay day."
Faith smirks. "I like those." She reaches up and grabs a hold of a tree branch, snapping one off, and then snapping it in half and handing one to her. "Wood," she says with a little wiggle of her eyebrows and Buffy giggles. "Alright… two left, huh?"
"Yup."
"Food," Faith says with a smile, Buffy nods. "And… well okay I know what my last one is but I don't think we're thinking the same thing."
"Wanna bet on that?" Buffy says with smirk, and Faith's eyebrows rise.
"You sayin' you're putting out tonight, Blondie?" she couldn't help the surprise that colored her voice. Buffy just shrugs innocently, but then says:
"Vampire."
"What?"
But Faith ducks automatically as her senses attune, and she whips around to come face to face with not the prettiest undead thing she's ever seen. "Hey, do you mind? We're in the middle of a conversation," Faith snaps at him and she steps back and focuses her senses on her surroundings.
"Vampires are always so rude," Buffy says, sighing a bit as the thing growls at them, advancing.
"Slayer…"
"Uh, excuse me? Slayers," Buffy quips back, pointing between the two of them. "As in, the Chosen Two? Or, actually, now there's about a couple Chosen hundred, so I don't know what that makes us anymore…" she feigns playing dumb, acting like she's thinking really hard about tha, and when it launches at her, since she seems to be the weakest link, she side steps him, turns around and backhands him into the ground before Faith's tree branch pierces his heart. He turns to dust before their eyes. Faith sighs.
"Too easy."
"Sorry," Buffy says, walking over to her and pressing herself against her body. Faith backs up a bit until she's pressed against a mausoleum, taking Buffy with her as she smirks. Buffy wraps her arms around Faith and looks up at her. "It's a Tuesday night; vamp activity usually isn't at its highest. I probably should have thought that through more. Besides," she sighs. "Only the newborns are going to come up to us willingly. The word that slayers are awakening everywhere has reached the underground."
"B…" Faith says, not really caring about slaying anymore, only thinking about what Buffy was implying before. "You know you don't gotta fuck me to say you're sorry, either."
Buffy laughs a little, but Faith doesn't see what's so funny about that. She looks at her like she's adorable for even thinking that and takes her hand. "Come on; let's go back to my room. I have a surprise for you…"
Faith has never been good with surprises though, so the whole way back she was pestering her to tell her. She probably sounded like a kid on Christmas, but she's never really had a surprise. Ever. In her whole life. At least not the good kind. Buffy just laughs at her though, apparently finding her eagerness endearing, and tells her she has to be patient. Faith pouts and Buffy leaves a lingering kiss on her lips with promises that it'll be worth it.
She's got a feeling it's food. If she wants to go through the four things; dancing, slaying, food, and sex, usually food would come after the slay, and definitely before the sex, otherwise they'd never get around to eating. Well, in the food sense, anyway.
Buffy though, was apparently thinking along different lines.
She brought Faith into her room, sat her down on her bed, and told her to close her eyes. Faith did as she was told, having the urge to peek but knowing Buffy would get pissed if she did. So she tried to be a good little slayer and do what Buffy asked. She was itching with anticipation and she fidgets a little in her seat. She's not the most patient person in the world.
But something doesn't go according to plan, obviously. Buffy apparently seemed to overlook the large flaw of her suddenly becoming nervous. "Okay…" she says softly, a little shake in her voice, after a couple minutes of silence. "You know how you can have these great ideas in your head? But then when you go to do them you realize you're too chicken to actually really do it?"
"Can I open my eyes?"
"Not yet," Buffy says. Faith feels her come over to her, and suddenly she's climbing on top of Faith slowly, straddling her. Faith can hear her heartbeat speed up, and she purses her lips together softly. "Open your eyes," Buffy says quietly.
Faith opens her eyes, sucking in a breath at the sight of Buffy completely naked on top of her. She just stares, kind of shocked still from the realization. She knew that Buffy had an intimate night planned, but maybe part of her didn't believe it. And there's still a part of her that wants to tell her that she doesn't have to. She knows she's just trying to make up for being a bitch before.
"I was going to try to mix the last two," Buffy says softly, her voice shaking from how nerve wracked she is. She holds up a can of whip cream. "But then I thought a whip cream bikini would make you laugh, and I think I'd die if that happened."
Faith tries to process that information, but all she can really think is along the lines of: "Buffy. Naked. Good." Bit prehistoric guy there, but it's the truth.
"Say something," Buffy begs quietly, becoming embarrassed rather quickly.
"Wow," is all Faith can manage at the moment. She blinks, then lets her eyes sweep down Buffy's form, her gaze lingering between her legs probably a bit longer than it should. When she looks back up, Buffy's blushing. "B… you… I mean, you're… beautiful, and this is… probably the best fuckin' night of my life… but you don't have to—"
Buffy covers Faith's mouth with her hand, making her last words come out mumbled beneath it. She puts down the can of whip cream on the bedside table before turning back to her, still keeping her hand there.
"Okay," she says, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to say something, and… you can't interrupt me, okay? Promise."
Faith nods mutely under her hand and when Buffy takes it away so she can speak she says, "Alright, I promise."
"Okay," Buffy says again, and she's clearly nervous. She bites her tongue softly before taking another deep breath. "You remember when we were talking about dominant emotions, how we could feel those? But then there were underlying ones too, ones that were always there, that we could never feel from each other?" Faith nods, and Buffy purses her lips together. She starts picking at Faith's tank top self consciously. "Well, I felt something from you, at least I thought I did, but I guess I really didn't. That I couldn't. So then I realized that I was feeling it, and it freaked me out a bit, or, okay, a lot, at first… but then I thought about it and it made me happy, so I think you should know what it is, that I should tell you what it is."
Buffy looks up at her, catching her gaze. Faith just looks at her confused, not fitting the pieces of the puzzle together on her own.
Buffy takes another breath, and Faith can hear her heartbeat start going a million miles an hour. Buffy's trying to calm herself down, she can see it, and she wets her dry lips before she tells her quickly, "I'm in love with you, Faith."
Faith's eyes go wide and she just stares at her. She's pretty sure her brain just halted to a stop.
"That's what I felt," Buffy says, in a bit of a rush. "I felt love, remember? But I couldn't feel love from you. That was mine; my emotion, my feeling. And I thought it was too fast so it had to be you, but it wasn't, and I'm… I'm in love with you."
Faith just continues to stare at her.
"So, I mean, this? This isn't about an apology; this isn't about trying to fix things. This is just about that; that I love you and you love me, and since we fixed the connection I think we should… show that we love each other, right?" She looks at Faith like she needs her to say something, but Faith still can't talk. "Right??" she asks, a bit more desperately this time, her nerves taking over.
"You… love me," Faith says slowly, trying to wrap her head around that one. It sounded kind of absurd.
"Yes," Buffy says, looking at her strongly, trying to stress the point.
"…Are you sure?" Faith asks and Buffy slaps her arm… hard. "OW!"She rubs the offended area.
"Faith, don't do the self pity thing, don't do the ‘I'm not worth being loved thing', or whatever you're about to do. Please. Just…" she touches her face softly, all this emotion pouring from her ever word, "Just tell me that you love me. Just kiss me. Just make this moment perfect. Please…"
Faith looks into her eyes, still not believing that this is really happening, but she says softly, "I love you, Buffy Summers." A smile breaks out on Buffy's face and it makes Faith smile too before she pulls her in for a kiss.
As Buffy gently coaxes Faith to lie back on the bed, Faith can't help but think that this had to be just one really long dream, or one large elaborate fantasy. But as Buffy starts to take off her clothes, kissing every inch of her body, she realizes that, hell, even if this is a dream, she hopes she never wakes up from it.
Chapter Twenty
Sex is something Faith has always done spontaneously.
There's never been any dates, never been any relationships. It's always a drunk or slay induced haze that she finds herself falling into. The edges of reality blur and she slips into a state that's bordering on primal and it's damn near insatiable. It's never about thinking. Her body reacts to being touched; to the feeling of being lusted after. It runs through her veins like fire and she finds she has an infatuation to being consumed whole and burned from the inside out.
But this was different.
There is no spontaneity. No fault of alcohol or slaying. There are no instincts, there are no animalistic urges that are growling to be satisfied. There's the lust, there's the passion, but she's thinking too much, thinking to god damn much about Buffy. About her and Buffy and how a month ago she would have bet that she'd die from a lightning strike than ever sleep with her. How she would have bet her left fuckin' leg that Buffy would never want her in that way. In any way. Especially that she would never love her.
But she does. Buffy's head over fuckin' heels and she can see it, which is probably what's really scaring her. It's so much different now. It's like the world had gone and changed on her without any kind of fair warning and time for her to prepare. She still isn't sure how she's supposed to deal with it. Maybe she is a sucker for the pain of Buffy, but what does she do when there is no pain? What does she do when all that's left is love, tenderness, smiles, and warmth?
It makes her nervous.
This. All of this. She's naked beneath Buffy and they're kissing. It's so slow, so damn agonizingly slow that it makes her feel everything. All of it. It pours through her and begs to be held onto but all Faith wants to do is fix the feeling into something she can understand. She wants to just growl low in her throat and take Buffy just like every other person she's ever done. It's easier; it's familiar. It makes all of this so much less fuckin' scary and yet… she can't find it in herself to move. Not a damn muscle.
Buffy's lips are dragging across her throat and Faith closes her eyes, trying to remember to breathe. But it's hard. She wonders why she could sit there and masturbate with Buffy in the same bed as her and be fine. She wonders what was so damn different about that. Maybe it was the connection, how it was all screwed up and affecting each other; maybe because it was something that she could classify as raunchy; maybe because it was just sex, where as this…
She's never done this.
Faith's hands wrap around the bed sheets, but it's not for something to hold onto; it's to stop her hands from shaking. She lets out a quiet breath as Buffy's lips are making their way slowly up to her ear. Her hot breath is tickling one of her biggest erogenous zones and she can feel the anticipation run rampant through her bloodstream. Her neck is a weakness, which is probably ironic for being a slayer. It's a trust zone, is what it really is. It's a place to be marked; to be claimed. To be fuckin' owned as someone else's. She's never let anyone stay there for that long, no matter how good it felt. It's a feeling of vulnerability and it usually makes her push other people away. But for some reason it makes her love Buffy more.
"You're shaking," Buffy whispers in her ear as she places one of her hands on her stomach. The warmth calms the butterflies in her stomach, but only dully. She starts dragging her fingertips softly, making Faith's skin jump underneath her touch. She inhales a sharp breath.
"I'm just…" Faith starts, but then she chickens out. "Fine," she finishes. She still doesn't open her eyes to look at Buffy, and the older slayer kisses her neck softly.
"I don't know what I'm doing," Buffy admits softly, her words vibrating the base of her neck slightly. She kisses her again lightly. "I guess I was counting on you taking the lead on this one…" but then her teeth sink into her, making Faith arc her back and cry out as her fingers dig deeper into the sheets. Buffy lets her go, letting her tongue drag across the tender flesh beneath her to heal it. "But I guess this is all me, huh?"
"I'm fine, B. I swear," Faith breathes out, opening her eyes to look down at her. Buffy looks almost as terrified as she feels, but she's dealing with it better than the brunette is. She gives her a small smile, and when she kisses her and cups Faith's neck with her hand, Faith can feel that she's shaking too.
"You're not a good liar, you know," Buffy whispers against her lips. Her hand touches her cheek tentatively as she tells her, "I know you've never done this before…"
Faith swallows as her throat begins to dry. "I've had sex," Faith says. "A lot of it," she adds as an afterthought. But Buffy's gaze is too intense and she finds herself looking away, but Buffy gently guides her face back to look at her.
"You've never made love."
Faith doesn't say anything. She doesn't have to anyway because Buffy already knows. She gives her a brave little smile and kisses her softly again on the lips before telling her, "So… as this is my area of… okay, not expertise, but I've had more experience with it then you, so… I guess this is all on me." Faith tries to say something, seeing that she's nervous about this too and she probably shouldn't have to be the one driving during her first experience with a woman, but Buffy puts a hand over her mouth to quiet her. "No," she whispers. "Let me make love to you, Faith."
Faith chews on her bottom lip a little before she slowly nods. Buffy takes her hand away and kisses her again before she whispers her request, "Just tell me if I'm doing something wrong," which makes Faith laugh a little. It makes her feel better; more comfortable.
"Like I said… don't really think you can do it wrong. You got all the same parts as I do."
Buffy smirks a little as her hand falls downwards to drag over her chest, "Like these?" she asks innocently while her fingertips graze her nipples. Faith inhales sharply and closes her eyes, feeling them harden under the older woman's touch. She nods mutely. She doesn't have to open her eyes to know Buffy's smirk widened at that. She also didn't have to open her eyes to know that her reaction made Buffy feel bolder. It was humming under the surfaces of her own nervousness, and she already knows where Buffy's hand is going before it reaches there.
"Or this?" she asks just as innocently as her fingertips brush over her clit. Faith gasps quietly, spreading her legs wider instinctively. But she can feel Buffy's nervousness start to seep up to the surface again as she passes by it and chooses instead to let her fingers linger on her thigh. Faith takes a breath before opening her eyes to look at her.
"Lay down," she tells her softly. Buffy looks at her confused and Faith takes Buffy's hand, leading her to lie back down on the bed next to her before she rolls over so she's hovering over the blonde. Her heart is going about a thousand miles a minute but this is everything she's always wanted and she's damn sure gonna get it, one way or another. Nervousness can fuck off right now.
Hopefully.
"This is my area," Faith tells her softly in explanation before letting her lips fall to her neck while her hand makes its way between Buffy's legs. Buffy gasps softly as Faith rakes her nails up her thigh gently. She bites down and rolls her skin between her teeth softly, marking her. If she was going to try to make love to her, then she damn sure was going to mark Buffy as hers. Buffy groans from the feeling and wraps her arms around Faith, her nails digging into the flesh of her back.
"Mine," Faith growls against her neck, pressing her body firmly into hers to further enhance her point. Her leg slips between Buffy's, pressing deep into her core and making Buffy moan hard from the pressure. Faith can feel her heat and her desire dripping down her thigh and it feels like a rush of adrenaline runs through her.
"Yours," Buffy gasps out, rocking her hips slightly against Faith's thigh as she bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes. "Faith…" she breathes out lightly as the brunette's lips are kissing down her shoulder slowly, descending down her chest until her tongue flicks out to gently tease a nipple. Buffy groans and arcs her back, pressing her center further into Faith's thigh. "God…"
Faiths mouth wraps around her fully and she bites down gently, vibrating her with her teeth in a way that makes Buffy squirm beneath her and gasp out her name again like she couldn't get enough of saying it. Faith closes her eyes, feeling the connection deepen between them. She tries to concentrate, tries to bend it, manipulate it to her will. She can feel the psychic waves ripple and start to shift, and so can Buffy.
"What are you…?" Buffy tries to breathe out, but she's quickly interrupted.
Faith uses one hand to anchor herself to the bed as she starts making the boundaries slip and move down her body. It feels like it takes forever and it's hard for her to focus on concentrating, but it's only a few moments until she realizes that she has complete control over anything as long as she desires to have it. Then it's focused, all in one tiny area around her thigh. Faith can feel the smirk start to spread across her face before she suddenly looks up at Buffy, letting their eyes meet before she pushes both physically and psychically against her center.
Buffy cries out loudly, one hand slamming so hard against the headboard of the bed that it splinters and falls apart as Buffy hand goes right through it to hit the wall. The plaster crack around her fingertips and Faith's eyes go wide as Buffy screams as she tenses, her back lifting off the bed as the ripple of her orgasm pulses against Faith's thigh. She's breathless as she comes down, panting and gasping as she realizes what just happened.
"Damn," Faith says, her confidence hitting the freaking roof. "Look what I can do."
"How…? You…? What… did…? God…" Buffy pants out, trying to calm herself down. All Faith can do is smirk as she watches her, officially naming herself Queen of the Lesbians in her head. Kennedy be damned. Bet she can't do that.
Faith laughs a little from Buffy's disorientation before she leans in and kisses her. "Queen of the Lesbians," she boasts softly, giggling a little against her lips.
"How did you… how did you do that?" Buffy gasps out.
Faith smirks. "Maybe I'll show you one day…" she teases before she starts sliding her body down Buffy's. The older slayers skin is slick from the light sheen of sweat that litters her body post orgasm and Buffy's still struggling to breathe normally.
"Faith… I… I'm…"
"Not nearly finished yet," Faith finishes for her before she situates herself between Buffy's legs. Buffy tries to find something to say to that, to tell her she's already spent, but Faith is going to have none of that. She kisses her thigh lightly a couple times, her lips lingering slightly as they climb further towards the center of her legs. Buffy's weak with anticipation, Faith can feel it, and when she finally reaches her destination, Buffy moans hard as she spreads her legs as wide as she can possibly have them go. Buffy's hands tangle in the brunette's hair as Faith wraps her lips around her clit gently, not wanting to overdo it at first since Buffy is already sensitive. "Oh god baby…" Buffy breathes out from the feeling. "Yes… please…"
Obviously she changed her mind about not being able to handle it.
Faith chuckles a little, vibrating her sensitive flesh and making Buffy thrust her hips further into her face as she pants out her name into the darkness of the room. Faith takes her time; that feeling of disbelief washing through her again. She's going down on Buffy Summers. It's almost a laughable statement if not for how sexy it is. Buffy's crying out and squirming beneath her, continuously saying her name. Maybe she's in disbelief too and needs to hear herself say it, or maybe she's doing it to remind Faith that this is real. Maybe it was for both of them, or maybe it was just because Buffy doesn't have a single other thing on her mind besides her.
"Faith…" Buffy pants out again, though this time she's trying to say something. "Faith, I…" Faith kisses her gently before looking up at Buffy, who's panting still. "I need to touch you," she gasps out, her voice dripping with all the need and desire that Faith thinks she's ever heard voiced by another person.
Their eyes connect and Faith smiles softly before ascending up Buffy's body. She climbs on top of her slowly, agile almost, and she can feel the slayer within her start to take over her body. Every movement is precise with a purpose; it's almost like an animal. But that's what slayers were; hunters. She's hovering over Buffy, never letting her eyes leave hers as Buffy's hand slides down Faith's stomach slowly. The anticipation is eating her alive and she can hear her breathing quicken before she lets out a heavy breath once Buffy's hand slides into her heat. "Shit…" she swears, closing her eyes at the feeling of the blonde's touch.
She lets herself down slowly so she's next to her instead of hovering because she knows eventually her arms aren't gonna be able to hold her. Her head falls to rest on Buffy's shoulder, her head buried in the crook of her neck as Buffy starts softly stimulating her, making her gasp quietly. She spreads her legs wider as Buffy's fingers make their decent, and she slips her own hand between their bodies until her fingers find her clit. She presses against it just as Buffy's fingers slide inside of her, making them both cry out.
Faith can feel Buffy's hesitation and her nervousness though and Faith kisses her neck softly reminding her, "It's just masturbation in reverse."
"Bit more than that," Buffy breathes, her voice shaking from her nerves. Faith kisses her neck again, trying to calm her before she slides her fingers gently inside her. Buffy gasps softly and Faith tells her,
"Then I'll show you."
Buffy's inner walls clench, drawing Faith deeper inside as she bites on her bottom lip. Faith continues to kiss her neck as she starts a slow, steady rhythm, making Buffy pant softly and push her hips into her hand. "Don't do the psychic… whatever you did last time," Buffy requests softly as she rolls her hips against her. "I just want to feel you…" She opens her eyes and looks at Faith, who smiles before coming into kiss her gently.
Gentle didn't last for long though because once Buffy got into the feeling she became bolder. She slides her fingers deep inside of Faith, making the younger woman growl against her lips before kissing her passionately. They're panting against each other's lips as they rock against each other, the looming feeling of infinite ecstasy building deep in the pit of their stomachs.
Buffy's shuddered breathing and gasps of pleasure push Faith further along the edge. She can feel every inch of her, every feeling and every breath she takes. The connection grows deeper, almost burning them as it fuels their desire. It's almost painful but so damn close to perfect that it makes them cry out, the heat of their bodies slicking them with sweat as they slide against each other. It runs so much deeper than just the physical, even further than psychically. It's almost like their souls were speaking, and ridiculous Faith thinks that sounds if it's ever voiced out loud. But even if it is ridiculous, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered besides Buffy, besides them. Nothing mattered besides the feeling of the two of them together and how maybe Kennedy was possibly right when she referred to it as destiny.
Because that's what it felt like.
Everything is blurring and all that's left is feeling as Faith cries out, muffling her screams by biting down on Buffy's shoulder. Her whole body tensing as she feels Buffy clench around her fingers in almost a death grip as her body simultaneously follows after Faith, having them both fall over the edge and into oblivion. Buffy grabs onto her back as she screams her name loudly and with no remorse, her nails digging in so much Faith is sure they broke the skin. But it doesn't matter. Nothing in this fuckin' world matters to her besides Buffy now. Maybe nothing else ever did.
"Fuck, Buffy… fuck…" Faith breathes out, her eyes still closed as she lays on top of her, basking in the feeling. It was like no sex she's ever had. She's had great orgasms before, but nothing like this. Nothing so deeply connected; nothing that ever really meant anything.
And this meant everything.
"I love you Faith…"
Faith opens her eyes, sitting up a little to look down at Buffy. "I love you too," she whispers, leaving a lingering kiss on her lips that she knows is going to last forever.
Maybe it wasn't destiny, maybe it wasn't really anything big in the whole entire spectrum of life and whatever else… but damn, it felt like this was what her life was leading up to. All the bullshit, all the pain, all the hurt… because suddenly? It was all worth it.
But she's pretty sure it would always be worth it for Buffy.
THE END
