Chapter Six

Faith woke up from her nap to find me nestled right against her. My hand was just below her breast and one of my legs was thrown across hers. My head was resting very comfortably on her shoulder, and I made sure my breathing stayed even. I also made sure it blew right against the exposed skin of her neck.

I'd been patiently waiting for her to wake up, and I wasn't disappointed by her reaction. Her whole body tensed and she went completely still. After a few long moments, she began taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself.

I wanted to tell her to be careful about hyperventilating, but I couldn't very well pretend to be asleep while I offered health warnings. All I could do was hope she was better at it than I was, and continue on with my duties. I've always known how to prioritize.

She started to ease off the bed, swinging one leg over slowly. Big mistake on her part. The instant her legs parted, mine fell down between, right against her… womanhood. She went totally still again, except for the deep breathing which got all shaky and not so deep.

After a couple of minutes, I took pity on her and "woke" up. My brand of pity isn't very merciful though, and as I stretched awake, my hand went to her breast and my knee rose up against her. Then I yawned and let it turn into a moan as my knee began moving while I snuggled in even closer.

Faith was all done with the subtle escape. She bolted out of the bed, almost knocking me to the floor in the process. I decided to be a little dramatic:

"…Huh? What's going on?"

"Hey B, sleep good?"

Her voice was completely normal and she looked just like she always did, but I saw a slight tremor as she ran her hand through her hair.

"Mmmm, it was heaven."

I turned "heaven" into the longest word in word history, and this time when I stretched, I made sure my breasts kind of thrust up at her. Her eyes were riveted for a couple of precious seconds, but then she was off to the bathroom.

"Gonna grab a shower."

"Okay. Let me know if you need your back washed."

She stopped walking, but she didn't turn around.

"Thanks for the offer, but it wouldn't be my back."

"Whatever you need, F"

Now she turned to look at me, her standard cocky grin on her face.

"Got lotsa needs. Gonna satisfy'em all?"

I flushed then, and not from embarrassment, but Faith took it that way:

"Hey Blondie, don't play with the big girls if ya can't handle it."

"Save me some hot water."

She was laughing as she shut the bathroom door, all relieved that things were back to normal. I heard her singing as the water came on, and I kept thinking of the look on her face if I sauntered in to join her.

But I couldn't do that, I was on a mission here and I had to stay on target. But just to see her face as I stepped into the shower, well it was almost too good to resist. I did though, I'm not that weak. Not about this, not when I have to stay with it to be sure I win her.

It wasn't that long before Faith came strolling out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel, the water from her hair running down her back.

"There ya go."

"There's still hot water?"

"Not my old motel, B. Fuck, that dump was lucky to have any water at all…Nice to know it got what was coming to it."

"Yes, that's why we destroyed Sunnydale."

"Good as any other reason. So we going out or patrolling?"

There was a tiny flash of thigh as she bent over her bag.

"Uh…Let's go out."

"Works for me. I'll get dressed and go find out where the hot spots are."

"Okay."

I made my way to the bathroom, my mind focused on my plan.

"And B?"

Her voice was all soft and sexy.

"Uh-huh?"

"Don't fucking take forever. Miss America contest was a month ago."

"It was? How come no one notified me?"

"You're a California blonde. Figured you just knew."

"I used to know…God, I am so depressed now."

"Seriously B, shake a leg okay? I'm starvin'."

"Fifteen minutes."

She laughed at that so loudly I should have gotten mad. I didn't, she was way too cute.

"I'll give ya thirty. Find me at the bar."

So I went to take my shower, and she went to find out where we should go. It was only forty-five minutes later when I spotted her. She was sitting at the bar drinking a beer, and as I stood there watching, a man went up to her.

She barely glanced at him, and he walked away a second later looking dejected. It made me feel all happy inside seeing her turn him down and…No, I am not seeing what I think I'm seeing.

The bartender, a beautiful young woman, did not just pat Faith's hand, and Faith did not just smile back at her. And no, the beautiful young bartender does not have her cheek against Faith's cheek as she whispers into her ear, and Faith is not laughing while she does it.

I walked up behind Faith, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, clipping the beautiful young bartender in the head, and moving her back and off.

"Hi, baby."

Faith didn't seem nervous, she just took a swig of her beer and smiled some more.

"Hey B, `bout time."

"Miss me?"

"Of course. Hey, this is…Sorry, I'm shit with names."

She was still rubbing her cheekbone:

"Danielle. My friends call me `Dani'."

Well I called her "Bitch", what did that make me?

"Do they? How nice."

Bitch was giving me the evil eye, but Faith seemed oblivious to the tension:

"B, Dani's brother's the bouncer at this cool club. Place is always packed, but she's gonna get us in."

"Really? How nice."

"I think I can get you both in. I didn't know Faith had a girlfriend."

Well she does, even if she doesn't know it yet…Bitch.

"What?! Oh shit no, me and B are just friends."

"Yes...very...good...friends."

Each word uttered like the dagger I wanted to ram through Bitch's heart.

We were understanding each other, even if Faith wasn't, because she clearly wanted to kill me as well.

"Uh…guys? What's with the big stare down?"

Bitch took the scaredy cat way out.

"I've got to get back to work. I'll tell Steven to look for you around 10:00?"

"Sounds right. Thanks."

"My pleasure, Faith."

I wanted to haul her right over the bar and show her how I got my pleasure, but she was already walking off. I let go of Faith, and sat on the stool next to her.

"Geez B, trying to fuck up our chances? What was that all about?"

"I didn't like her."

"Yeah, think I picked up on that."

I was still staring at Bitch, just begging her to turn into a demon and start killing babies.

"…So where's this place `Dani' recommends?"

"On the beach. Got this neat outdoor area for dancing, and the music's live with this kick ass band."

"Sounds okay."

"Figured we'd eat and maybe patrol a little after, wanna?"

"I'm in."

She drained her beer and stood up, grabbing a handful of peanuts on the way.

"Let's go. Sick of eatin' this shit, want some real chow."

"They say those bowls are all dirty and disgusting to eat out of."

Faith tossed a couple of twenties down onto the bar, and from the other end, Bitch gave her a big smile.

"She gave me a fresh bowl, so no hepatitis for me."

We walked out, and Faith started whistling like she didn't have a care in the world.

"She seemed to like you."

"Dani? Course she did. Turned on the charm so I could get us in."

"Is she going to be there?"

"Nah, she's gotta work."

I felt like jumping for joy, but I just kept walking, not saying a word.

"Kinda relieved, ya know?"

"You are?"

"Yeah, didn't want some chick hangin' around us all night."

"Me either."

"She's really hot though, think that's why she didn't like you."

We were right outside the restaurant. We'd eaten here twice before with The Dawsons, and we'd both loved it. The food was great and there was lots of it, an important factor when it came to Faith.

"What do you mean?"

Faith looked at me like I was an idiot, then held the door open:

"Well there she is, all pretty and shit, then here you come looking like you do. Shoves her right into second place, and girls like her don't go for that."

I didn't walk into the restaurant, I floated all the way.

We ate like we eat, and it was perfect. We got different things and kept sampling off of each other's plates, just like couples do. That it was Faith's idea made it even better, and I couldn't imagine enjoying a meal more. Well, except for one that involved a naked Faith and a shortage of plates, bowls, and silverware.

Our waiter was a guy we'd had before, and he remembered us:

"So where are your friends?"

"Vacation was over, so they headed home."

"That's a shame. They were nice people."

"Yeah, we kinda miss'em, `specially the kids."

"I'll tell you what, to cheer you lovely ladies up, dessert is on the house."

"Yeah?!"

Faith was beaming like she'd just won the lottery, and I was wondering if she could be any cuter when yep, cuteness increased just like that.

"Gee, I don't know what to get."

"I'll give you and your girlfriend a few minutes to look over the menu."

Then he was gone, and Faith's face was the reddest I'd ever seen it. She was studying the menu like she was trying to memorize it, and she clearly wasn't going to mention what he'd just said. I clearly was.

"I wonder why he thinks we're girlfriends."

"Who knows? Hey look, they got six kinds of cheesecake."

"Do we put out some kind of vibe? I mean, Dani thought so too."

"Probably the Slayer thing. B, wanna concentrate on the dessert?"

She took a casual sip of her water, but my next sentence had her choking and gasping for air:

"I wonder what it would be like to be with a woman."

It took her a minute, but she recovered nicely. She got this sexy and playful look on her face, and her eyebrows wiggled suggestively:

"Wanna go a round, B?"

Why yes Faith, I want to go a million rounds, but not until I'm sure you can't turn it into a one time only thing.

"Hmm, wouldn't you like to know?"

She stared at me, then went back to the menu:

"You get the Snickers cheesecake, I'll snag the chocolate cake."

And that was the end, for now, of that topic.

We finished our desserts and headed out into the night more than ready to defend the innocent, but there just weren't any bad guys around. I wasn't too surprised about that, after all, I'd picked this place because there wasn't much of a demon population to start with. Couple that with the way Faith and I had wiped out seven vamps saving The Dawsons, well it didn't seem likely we'd be seeing any others if they could help it.

"Damn, word musta got out there's two Slayers in town."

"Mmm hmm."

"Think we're just wasting our time here. Wanna go check out the club?"

"Dani said around 10:00."

"Oh shit, that's right. Now what the fuck do we do? Got like two hours to kill."

"Well, the moon's out. Wanna go walk on the beach?"

"Yeah, guess we could. I get too bored, I'll let ya drown me."

We walked awhile, then went up a rocky hill and down the other side to reach a deserted strip. The moon looked huge, lighting up everything until it all looked perfect. I wanted to take her hand, but now wasn't the time for that.

Instead we took off our shoes and walked along the water's edge until we found a large grouping of rocks. It was too inviting to resist, so we each took a seat. Faith instantly pulled out a cigarette, then quickly glanced at me.

"Faith…"

"Come on B, way too breezy out here to bother you."

"Lung cancer always bothers me."

"Not getting cancer. I'll probably be dead by then anyways."

"And if you're not?"

"Then the big C gets to do its job."

She started to light up, but the ocean breeze was making it a challenge. She turned her back, she cupped her hands, she cupped her hands and turned her back, but nothing was helping.

"Aha! See, God doesn't want you to smoke either."

"Yeah? Explains why the world's so fucked up. Bastard's way too worried about the little stuff."

Finally she got the cigarette going, and grinned all smugly at me.

"Guess God got distracted."

She took a big drag, then looked at me again. I never said a word.

"Fucking-A Buffy, it's just a cigarette!"

"I know."

"Well ya don't gotta look like I smacked your kid."

"…I just wish you wouldn't smoke."

"Yeah, I know."

She went to take another drag, then swore out loud:

"Goddamn it, fine!"

She flicked the still burning cigarette into the little pool of water in the middle of the rocks, and then looked over at me.

"Satisfied now?"

In a way, but it was going to take a lot more to…

"Yes, thank you."

"Whatever…Wow, moon's really shining up the water."

"It's so pretty."

"Yeah. Funny it can be so different."

"Different from what?"

She was looking off into the distance, and I thought for a second she wasn't going to answer.

"Had water where I grew up, but that shit was dirty and cold all the time."

I held my breath because when she got in a mood to share something, she could turn it off just like that if she were interrupted.

"Never thought I'd see something like this. No wonder so many people love the ocean."

"Didn't you ever go to the beach in Sunnydale?"

"No…too busy going nuts, I guess. Wish I had now. No clue it could be like this."

She looked so young right then, and I wanted to pull her close to me. Instead I just kept listening.

"Maybe it's better this way. Getting to see it with you is nice, ya know?"

God, was she trying to kill me tonight?

"Yes it is. It's really nice."

"B?"

"Uh-huh?"

She was quiet for so long, I thought the conversation was over. But then I heard her suck in a deep breath:

"Really means a lot to me that we're friends, that we patched things up."

Tears came to my eyes, and I couldn't help it.

"It means just as much to me."

If I wasn't a Slayer, I would have never heard her next sentence. As it was, I barely heard it anyway:

"Doubt that."

Then she was back to normal:

"So wanna go show'em how it's done?"

"Okay, but we're still way early."

"Two hot chicks like us? Everybody better stand back."

We made our way down the beach to the club, and the place was jumping. The line stretched out about a million miles, and I wondered if even Bitch's connections could help us.

Faith snaked her arm around my waist and pulled me close:

"Just play along for a sec, B. Wanna grab some attention."

Just play along? I could do that. I moved in closer and shoved my hand into the back of her pants. No underwear of course, and her skin felt so soft and hot against my fingertips. She tensed again, but couldn't do or say anything about it because we were now up by the door.

Several people shouted at us to go to the end of the line, but we ignored them. Faith went up to the chain like she was a celebrity, and then she just turned it on:

"Hey baby."

Her hand stroked along the guy's arm, and he looked like he'd been hit by a Mack truck.

"Uh…Gotta go to the end of the line…miss."

"Yeah, but we hate to wait."

She nuzzled into my neck, her lips brushing along for a few wonderful moments. I was liking this game. I hoped they never let us in.

"Is Steven around?"

"You know Stevie?"

"Of course, doesn't everybody?"

Her nails trailed lightly down his forearm, and even from where I stood, I could see the goose bumps.

"I'm not…I mean, I'm not supposed to bother the staff."

"Not even for me?"

Her voice was all soft, and he was leaning forward to hear her.

"Greg, go grab Steve. Lady here's a friend."

"Yeah but…"

"Just do it!"

Greg scrambled off his stool and disappeared inside. Faith's newest victim just kept staring at her, obviously hypnotized or something.

Faith nuzzled me again, her voice low in my ear:

"Is this guy an idiot or what?"

I smiled at her, then did my own nuzzling, licking my way up her neck until I reached her ear:

"You are extremely sexy."

She tried to pull loose then, but I reached over and wrapped my other arm around her front until I was hugging her close around the waist. She looked more than a little flustered, but then Greg was back with a gigantic muscle bound freak.

"There she is."

"You Faith?"

"That's me, this is Buffy."

"Okay, let'em in."

The chain was unhooked and we were on our way. The crowd began booing, and Faith blew them a kiss over her shoulder as we went through the door.

"All right ladies, there you go. And Faith, Dani said to tell you she says hi."

"Tell her `hi' back. And thanks for letting us in, Steve."

"No problem. First drinks are on the house. Tell them I sent you."

"Cool. Thanks."

Then he was gone, and Faith and I let go of each other. Not my favorite part of the night, but I had a plan and I was sticking to it. I figured a slow burning seduction, with brief but increasingly longer moments of direct temptation would get the job done.

We got our drinks, and Faith insisted I have something alcoholic. I got some fruity thing with a multi-colored umbrella. When Faith saw it, she laughed and laughed.

"Christ, you are such a girl."

"What? I like my drink."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but it came with this."

I picked up the umbrella and held it over my head.

"Now I'm protected in case it rains."

Faith laughed again:

"You'd be embarrassing if you weren't so fucking cute."

We made our way outside and sat on a little wall, sipping our drinks. The band was good, the decorations were cool, and the dance floor was packed. Somehow being outside made it seem more fun and exotic, so I gulped down the rest of my drink and got all wild.

"Come on F, let's show'em."

She smiled at me and took my hand. We found an empty spot, and then started moving.

It wasn't long before we'd attracted attention. Faith is a fantastic dancer, and so am I when I'm with her. I can feel her, and I just go with her. There's some metaphor or something about sex and dancing, well here it was in action.

We looked like we were having sex, it felt like we were having sex, and everybody else wanted to be a part of it. They sort of swarmed around us, boys and girls doing their best to cut in, but unless they had Slayer strength they were out of luck.

We danced to song after song, the heat building in every way anyone could possibly imagine. Our hands were still being all proper, but I wanted improperness, and I wanted it now. I moved closer, so close we were almost grinding against each other, and Faith's eyes met mine for a second. I held her gaze as I moved closer still, and that was all it took.

Her hands went to my hips, pulling me closer as we swayed to our own rhythm. Forget the song, forget the beat, we were moving to something only we could hear. I let myself melt right into her, and for one glorious minute I had her.

Her hands squeezed my ass and pulled me closer, and there was no denying it. We were almost humping each other, our bodies locked tight and moving perfectly in tune with each other. My head fell back and I moaned, and then just like that I was let loose.

I almost fell it was so abrupt, and Faith looked…Well Faith looked dazed and shaky, and best of all she looked like she was fighting for control. She kept staring at me saying nothing, so I took the lead:

"Whew, that was hot. I could use a drink to cool off."

"…Yeah, cooling off sounds good."

We made our way to the bar, and I ordered:

"Hi, can I get two bottled waters?"

I waited while Faith went back outside. The bartender handed me the water, I paid him and went to find her. She was standing by the little wall again, facing out towards the ocean. Her eyes were closed and she seemed a little startled when I tapped her arm.

"Here."

"Thanks."

She downed the whole bottle without stopping.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you just kind of walked off back there."

"Sorry about that. Heat was just getting to me."

"Want to head back to the hotel?"

"…Ya don't mind?"

"No. We can walk along the water and let the breeze cool us off."

"Yeah, that'd be good."

We waited for the coast to be relatively clear, then just hopped over the wall to the beach which was pretty far below.

It was a ways back to the hotel, but the night was pretty and the breeze coming off the ocean was refreshing. After several minutes of silence, Faith seemed to recover.

"Place wasn't bad."

"No, I liked it. It was so cool how they had it decorated."

"Plus the band was really good."

"I guess we showed them how it's done."

"Course we did. We're two hot bitches."

When we got to our room, Faith looked all antsy again. I decided to play down the seduction or she was going to bolt, and in no way did I want that.

"I think I might go for a swim."

"…"

"Faith?"

"Huh?"

"Wanna go for a swim?"

"A swim?"

"Yes. You know, jumping in the pool where the water is. Moving around and cooling off."

"Yeah, guess that be okay."

"Okay, last one in's a rotten egg."

I went into the bathroom, tossed her suit to her, and closed the door. I couldn't help smiling at myself in the mirror. The first real day and she was already rattled. I had to be careful not to overplay my hand though, I wanted her turned on, not freaked out.

The dancing thing was not a good idea…well it was, just not right now. We'd gotten out of control so fast, and I'd almost blown the whole slow building part of the plan. Not the best thing to do at this point, although having my way with Faith could never be considered truly bad. Even in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

That was the tough part of this: I was turned on too. The feel of her against me as I danced with…or as Angel would say, "mated with" her. My whole body wanted her closer. I wanted to stay where I was forever, just feeling her heat, watching her eyes devour me…God she was all sex, all sexy, all sexed up. It was like being near the sexiest sex ever and not being able to do anything about it.

But you have to set your goals, make your plans, and then you have to stick with them. It was hard, boy was it hard, but I had to do it because we were not just about the sex. We were going to be all about love and forever…and then the hottest sex the world of sex has ever seen. I just needed to stay on track for a little while longer, and then I'd be meeting my goals in the most perfect way possible.

When I went back out, she was already in the water. She was swimming laps like she was training for the Olympics, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so dedicated. Seriously, her head was down and she was even doing that weird sideways breathing real swimmers do. All she was missing was the cool flippy turny thing.

Evidently Faith was wound up and working hard at getting rid of some excess energy. In keeping with my "go slow policy", I merely entered on the opposite side of the pool and leaned casually against the wall. The waves began lapping up against my breasts with her every stroke…My desire to jump on her back and show her another, better way to blow off steam, was trying to gain control, but I fought it off.

I watched her cutting through the water, so graceful as the moonlight shone down on all that wet, naked skin. Every muscle in her body that I could see was working in perfect rhythm, flexing and relaxing, her breath coming out in regular bursts as she swam back and forth through the pool.

How I could be heating up in the supposedly cooling water was some kind of bizarre natural phenomenon…or maybe it was a bizarre unnatural phenomenon. Whatever it was, I was fairly certain it was bizarre, and I was also fairly certain that my body temperature was sufficiently high enough to fry an egg on it.

Okay, I was the seducer here, not the seducee. I just needed good thoughts, tough thoughts, and I also needed to turn away from her. I decided to think about other less appealing things as I studied the pool deck.

Icky things like The Master's fruit punch mouth, Wesley naked, bugs in my food, Dani the Bitch, Kennedy the Bitch, Mom and Giles on the hood of a police car, that little hole Balthazar had, Dawn laughing with her mouth full of yogurt…Faith's mouth on my…

I have no idea how much time went by but suddenly the water was quiet, and when I turned around, Faith was exiting the pool. Uh…I think I have a thing about Faith and water running down her body. It was happening again, only this time is was like liquid silver pouring down her, trickling into all the most important places, sliding down every inch of her beautiful…

It's not easy being a hero, but somebody's gotta do it. We could live in a world where no one puts themselves on the line, but it wouldn't be very pleasant. I'm used to the concept of sacrifice, so I merely dunked myself under, then climbed up the stairs as if everything was just like it was supposed to be.

I listened closely, but nothing. I think it'd be really cool if a heroic theme song played at times like this. Nothing loud or gaudy, just something chugging along tastefully in the background. It'd make me feel a lot better about all the sacrifices I was having to make.

Faith had already gone in, and I heard the shower running. I got out of my suit, dried off, then slipped on a robe to await my turn. I tried not to let it, but my mind kept wandering to the water that was currently running down Faith's body in the shower…I think I might be developing a fetish, in fact I'm pretty sure I am.

She came out in a few minutes, a towel wrapped around her body and her head. I was relieved, but I was also sad there would be no more water floor show tonight. It was downright tragic, but I knew it was for the best.

I tried staring at myself in the shower, but not surprisingly, the water running down my own body did absolutely nothing for me. I thought about calling Faith in to see if it would work for her, but just like everything else, that would have to wait. Because we were taking it slow, so very, very slow. My, just look at all the turtles in the passing lane.

When I got out of the shower, Faith was already in bed, facing away from me. I slid under the covers and switched out the light. She never budged, maybe she couldn't because she was so tense, she resembled a plank of wood.

"Faith, are you awake?"

At first there was no response, she was going to try and bluff me.

"Faith?"

I coupled the verbal with a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she jumped slightly:

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking tomorrow we could do some sightseeing."

"…Sure, that'd be good."

"Maybe even do a little shopping?"

She laughed then, and rolled over enough to look at me:

"Yeah, as long as you live up to that `little' part of it."

"Slayer's honor."

"Alright…Night, B."

"Goodnight, F."

She turned back over and I settled in.

Sweet dreams of me…for her, not me. I was going to dream about water, and there wasn't going to be anything sweet about it.

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