Chapter Eight

The next two days went just like the ones before, except they were different and weird. Faith and I had fun, there was no doubt about that. We fit with each other like we were meant to be together, and it was a wonderful feeling. Everything was perfect, everything except Faith. And the small fact that I wanted to kill her.

She was tense, so tense she looked like she was going to explode. She would relax into our relationship, which was rapidly and wonderfully intensifying, then she would talk herself into thinking I wasn't interested, and she'd retreat.

There was also her new and insane training regimen. I guess she was getting ready for the decathlon or the biathlon or some kind of "athlon" thing because she was swimming laps constantly, doing push- ups and sit-ups every time I turned around, and she even went out running twice. It didn't seem to be helping her all that much, but she kept at it.

So did I. I flirted with her every second I could. I slept practically on top of her, touched her repeatedly, let my eyes openly stare at every part of her, and she was completely rattled. I've never seen her so awkward and clumsy.

She dropped everything, knocked things over, stumbled constantly over her words, and acted like she had a huge case of PMS. She wasn't mean, but she was on edge. So on edge, I knew something had to give soon. Like sooner than soon.

We were lazing by the pool, and Faith's eyes were closed as they always were now whenever I was in my suit. She didn't want to look at me, so she kept her eyes shut as much as she possibly could. It was funny, it was cute, but we were running out of time.

I had to take action.

"Faith?"

"…Yeah?"

She didn't turn to face me and her eyes remained closed, so I got up and sat down on her chair with her. I saw her breathing stop as she tensed, then she tried to relax her muscles and breathe again. It looked wicked difficult for her to manage.

"Could you put this on me?"

I held the bottle out to her, and finally she was forced to open her eyes. When she saw what I held in my hand, it was like I was offering her a rattlesnake. She stood up ready to run for her life, but that wasn't going to happen, not unless I was riding on her back when she took off.

"Thanks."

I tossed her the bottle, which she dropped, and I stretched out on my stomach on her chair. I heard her clearing her throat, and when she finally spoke she sounded desperate:

"B, we haven't even been slaying."

"I know, crazy isn't it? It's not all that bad, it's just kind of sore."

"Hey, was thinking we should give Giles a call. Maybe those demons…"

"I called yesterday. There's no change, so he said we should just enjoy our time off."

"Great…Man, sure am starving here. Want me to run to that sandwich joint you…"

I turned my head to look at her:

"F, come on. It won't take you that long."

"...Yeah, I know that. I…"

"Tell you what, I'll return the favor. When you finish with me, I'll do you."

She sucked in air so fast, she began choking.

"N…no, I'm cool."

I scooted over so that she had room to sit on the edge of the chair, then waited. It wasn't long before I felt her ass and thigh rubbing against me…we should do this all the time. I heard her squirt some lotion onto her hands, then after a long pause, she got started.

Her hands were shaking as they touched my back, and at first contact she froze. Then I heard her inhale deeply and she began rubbing in the lotion. I tried not to, but I moaned. Not a total porn star moan, not that I watch porn, but it was a moan nonetheless.

Her hands left my back just like that, and I felt her getting ready to run again.

"That's the spot right there. Can you try to work it out?"

For a second, I thought she wasn't going to do it, but then her hands began kneading gently. I tried to keep my breathing slow and steady, but it wasn't easy and I wasn't entirely successful at it. Everywhere she touched felt hot and cold at the same time, and I wanted her to just turn me over and end the torture.

But no, Faith was hanging tough. It was normally something I admired about her, but right now I wanted to kill her because of it. Okay, she wanted to hang tough? Good luck.

I began groaning and sighing, and I sounded seriously sexy. Then I threw in some movement and said her name: "Mmm…Faith…"

That was all it took, the massage was over.

"Okay, think I got it."

"Well I definitely feel...better."

I actually heard her swallow.

"Great. Wow, it's hot. Gonna take a dip."

Then she was in the pool doing her weird professional swimming. Experience told me she'd be at it for at least a half an hour.

I turned over and began thinking. I understood what she was doing, and it wasn't at all unexpected. When you looked at it from her point of view, what else could she do? Well besides what I wanted her to.

She was afraid, and despite all of the evidence staring her right in the face, she would not trust it. It wasn't the end of the world, but it was coming to the end of our time here. We were going to have to resolve this very soon, one way or the other, but I desperately wanted Faith to make the first move.

I could be wrong, but I didn't think I was. Faith is not a fool, she knows herself very well. If she finally cracked and took us to the next level, it was going to be virtually impossible for her to try and claim she was just doing her "get some, get gone" thing.

As hard as she's been fighting not to take me, well there's just too much emotion and intensity for her to fool either of us into believing that it's just been about the sex. I think she loves me, I'm almost positive of that now. She wouldn't keep resisting me if it was just about the sex…I think.

Regardless of what was going on, I had to speed things up. It was already Day 9, crunch time. I won't say we've already wasted too much time, we haven't. We've bonded, we've had fun, and we've gotten so much closer. Every bit of it has been of the wonderful.

I love her. She's fantastic, everything I've ever wanted. This trip has been the best time I've ever had, and it's all because of her. I am not going home until we both understand without any doubt that we are a couple. I'm refusing to accept any other outcome.

And maybe it seems trite, but I want to know her in the biblical sense before we leave here. I suppose it sounds sort of superficial, but that's how I feel. I want her in every possible way, and I want her over and over again. I want time with just her.

Besides, Faith is going to combust if we don't do it soon. She's just barely hanging on, and I don't want her leaving here unsatisfied. She's my woman now, and it's my duty to attend to all of her needs. It's like a mission of mercy, a good deed, a kindness I have to extend. They call me "Saint Buffy" for a reason.

Yes, we were both very surely going to get what we wanted. The only question in my mind was…God, she is so perfect.

"Good swim?"

"Yeah, refreshing."

She was looking nowhere near me as she sat down, and she was still so tense, she was the literal definition of the word.

I got up, and she appeared to be bracing herself.

"Do you want a drink?"

"…Any beer left?"

"Maybe one, I'll check."

That was another thing. She'd tried drinking almost nonstop, but I was ready and waiting, and I put a stop to that before it could get started. She wasn't happy with the request, but she did what I asked.

Why? I'm hoping it's because she's pussywhipped. Or at the very least, I'm hoping she's "Buffywhipped". That would make some things so much easier, now and in the future.

Okay, I need to think. I've done great so far, planning things out and making the necessary adjustments as everything's gone along. I've been smart, I've been flexible, and I've been understanding.

It hasn't been hard. Winning Faith over is the most important thing in the world to me, hence the big effort. She well worth it, and she deserves a little patience. But now? Well now it's Day #9, and I think Night #9 has to be the night. It's time to bring a physical relationship into this…relationship.

Okay, decision made, we are doing it tonight. And tomorrow and tomorrow night. Not continuously though, because even sex addicts need a break. But as far as I'm concerned, we will not be leaving the bed once we get in it, except for essential non-bed functions… and sex in different locations.

I've played it by ear all this time, doing my best to wing us right to where we're meant to be. Well now my instincts are telling me it's time to move us forward, no ifs, ands, or buts. I've done the beginning and the middle of the plan, now it's time to grab the reward that's waiting for us at the end.

I went back outside with a beer and a Diet Coke. Faith was relaxing on her chair with all the ease of a concrete slab. I was positive I could bounce a tennis ball off of her.

"Here you go, last one."

"Thanks."

Her eyes were focused somewhere to the left of me, and once she took the can, they closed.

"So I was wondering, did you want to go out tonight?"

Now this was Faith I was asking, a girl who would go out at the drop of a hat…And I am letting that one go because I have bigger fish to fry…Okay seriously now, that one makes no sense whatsoever. Yes, bigger fish are nice, but the smaller ones are…Forget it because she's not answering me.

"Faith?"

"…Where to do what?"

"I was thinking we could go out to eat and then maybe see a movie."

I could feel the relief practically oozing out of her.

"Yeah, that'd be alright."

"It's a date then."

Always a surefire way to incite her, but not this time. There was no joking, no flirting, no banter of any kind. There was just a Slayer in heat trying to look all calm and normal.

Of course the big giveaway there is that "calm" is nowhere near normal for Faith. Still, I'll give her points for trying, and I get some too for lying so convincingly. It's not something I'd normally be proud of, but this is a special circumstance, so I'm giving myself a pat on the back for being exceptionally skilled at deception.

Because we are not going to the movies, we are going to be too busy having sex instead. And for real, if I can't pull this off gracefully, then I know where there's some rope and I'm totally prepared to use it. I am hoping it doesn't come to that, at least not tonight.

After another hour of sitting by the pool, I made the announcement that I was going inside to make myself even more sexually appealing to her. Well what I actually said was:

"I think I'll start getting ready."

"Okay, take your time Princess. I won't need much."

She was way more relaxed now that it seemed we had the evening planned and would be fully occupied with something besides each other. She was so cute when she was so wrong.

I did everything. I shaved my legs and underarms and trimmed…I lotioned every inch of me that I could reach, my hair came out looking perfect, and I was wearing white shorts that showed off my new tan. I looked good, I looked sexy, and I looked like a woman in love.

She was still by the pool, sitting on the edge with her legs dangling in the water.

"All yours, F."

She was a million miles away.

"Faith?"

"You say something?"

"Yep, the bathroom's all yours."

"Great. Be ready in a few."

The instant I was sure she was in the shower, I was in her bag. I stuffed the shirt I knew she was going to wear into my bag, leaving her a wrinkled T-shirt and the backless leather one she had. A much better choice for a seduction, all that skin on display.

I was watching TV when she came out. I ignored her as she searched through her bag, at least until she brought me into it:

"Shit."

"What?"

"Coulda sworn I had another shirt."

"Don't worry, we can do some laundry tomorrow."

"Yipee. After that, wanna go watch the paint dry?"

"Oh stop being such a baby. We'll be home soon and you can con Andrew into doing your laundry for you."

"Well, Andy does a good job. Guy's a born housewife."

She went back into the bathroom to get dressed, and I was grinning. All systems go.

We'd have dinner first at our favorite place, then oops, and then back here for the best night of our lives. It could go wrong, but I didn't think it would. It was a simple plan again, and all I had to do was seduce her when we got back here.

We walked to the restaurant and they greeted us by name. They gave us a great table, and we had our favorite waiter. The meal was great, delicious as always, and Faith was totally relaxed. We laughed and ate, and she was so beautiful as she sat there smiling and telling stories.

She had chocolate cake and I ordered a hot fudge sundae. I only managed three bites before I went into my act. I was laughing and "accidentally" tipped my sundae all over my pink top and white shorts. I then smeared it around, making it ten times worse as I attempted to clean it off.

Our waiter came over and offered to help, but even he saw it was a hopeless cause.

"Darn it, I need to go back and change."

"No big B. Still got plenty of time to catch the movie. C'mon."

The moon was out, the breeze was warm but refreshing, and I was as calm as I could be. Faith was still all relaxed and unsuspecting, and I almost felt sorry for her.

When we got to our room, I became the greatest actress in the world.

"Wow, what a mess. I think I need to wash-up a little."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Still early. We can catch the later flick. Always something to see."

"Okay, I'll be right out."

"I'll be here."

Yes, for a minute you will.

I went into the bathroom and I paused to look in the mirror. I guess I was checking to see if I had any last minute doubts, but I didn't. All I saw looking back at me was the reflection of a young woman who had finally figured out who and what she wanted. I looked happy and horny, and most of all I looked ready.

I turned on the shower and stripped, then stood there waiting About two minutes passed and just like that, it was time. I took a deep breath and then I called her:

"Faith!"

It took a few seconds, but then she answered:

"Ya call me?"

I didn't answer her right away, then I yelled again:

"Faith!"

She came to the door:

"Calling me, B?"

"What?"

"Did you call me?"

I purposely mumbled my response.

"What?!"

"Faith!"

"B, can't hear shit out here."

"Sure."

"What?!"

She was becoming irritated…perfect. An irritated Faith was an impatient Faith, and an impatient Faith was a less cautious one.

"Faith!"

"Goddamn it! B, you decent?"

Again I mumbled my response.

"B, are you decent?!"

Now I know very well what that means. It means do you have all your revealing parts covered? It means, is your modesty and virtue protected? It means, can I come in there and not see what I so desperately want to see?

I rest my case. Clearly I know what the phrase, "Are you decent?" means. Hence my next word does not prove that I am stupid, it proves that I am a liar.

"Yes!"

I yelled it clearly and confidently, just as confidently as she swung the door open and walked in. She came to a dead stop about three steps in as she caught way more than a glimpse. It was a full on look at me. It was Buffy in the buff. The Slayer was on display.

She didn't move or say a word for eight seconds, I know because I counted. And not the cheating kind of counting either. I did the whole, "one Mississippi, two Mississippi" thing. Her eyes were open wide as they roamed over every square inch of me, and I have never seen them so dark, not even when she was crazy.

Sure they can be dark, really dark, but right now they looked black, and I couldn't see into them at all. I suppose the effect could be called unnerving, but I wasn't unnerved. I was just excited to see her so turned on.

Finally she came to her senses, or something that kind of passed for that:

"Jesus B! Thought you said…"

"What's the big? Nothing we both haven't seen before."

"But I asked if…I…I asked if you were decent!"

"I guess I misunderstood, but as long as you're here, would you mind…"

Apparently she would mind, in fact she seemed to mind enormously. She whirled around to get out of the bathroom, and she slammed hard into the door frame. Hard as in "Slayer" hard. Hard enough to hospitalize somebody else.

The collision knocked her backwards, and a piece of the molding thingy around the door broke off. She was obviously stunned, just standing in place as she weaved slightly. Not what I'd planned for, but it was my opening and I took it.

"Faith, are you okay?"

I went up behind her and laid my hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the contact, spinning around so quickly she had to reach out to balance herself. Her left hand more than grazed my right breast, it actually grabbed on.

She turned red and let go like I was on fire, and in her haste to run, she smashed her head right into the open door. The door was big and heavy. It was made of maple or oak…Okay, I don't know one wood from another, so I don't have the first clue what the door's made of. I just know it's heavy and solid, and she actually wobbled and started to go down from the impact. It was perfect.

I caught her and led her to the little vanity chair. As I sat her down she didn't protest, not a peep. I turned off the shower and went back over to her. Her face was breast high, just a half step forward and she'd have been nestled quite nicely.

"Just sit still Faith."

She was clearing, I could see it, but I pretended I didn't notice.

"Huh? No, I'm okay."

"No you're not."

"Yeah, I'm…Fuck!"

I'd leaned up to grab a washcloth from the shelf behind her, and my nipple rubbed along her lips. She made this strangled noise and tried to leap to her feet.

Here's the thing: you can't stop a Slayer when she wants to stand up. Of course you can't stop a Slayer when she wants you to sit down either. Two Slayers, two different goals. Neither of us ended up where we'd hoped to, but I was very happy with our final destination.

We became entangled and fell to the floor. As we went down, I must have hit one of the ten million towel racks just right because it tore loose from the wall. No big…except it smacked Faith right in the face.

Now she had a large knot on her left cheek, and a slight cut on her right. It was perfect, except I didn't want her hurt. She was all woozy though, that part of it was excellent, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She didn't say a word, and I was pretty sure she wasn't quite with me yet.

I wrapped myself in a towel and grabbed the first aid kit from my bag. I stood beside her and leaned over to administer the best medical assistance ever, but of course I just couldn't reach her injuries. I put on quite a show for a few seconds, and then I just straddled her on the bed.

Her eyes cleared just like that. And I mean, just like that. She sucked in a huge breath, and she never let it out. As far as I know, it's still in there someplace, but that was her problem.

My problem was to maintain the pretense that I was totally focused on her injuries. I'd cleverly placed the first aid kit just out of reach, so I was forced to squirm around as I reached for it. I let my towel slide and part slightly, and Faith groaned, a mixture of pure pleasure and pure desire. I understood, boy did I understand, but I pretended I didn't have a clue.

"Sorry, I know it hurts. Just hold on."

I gyrated as much as I could safely get away with, and when I finally grabbed the kit and got back into place, Faith looked…well she looked like a lot of things. She was flushed, her eyes were completely black again, and she couldn't seem to breathe right.

She would not look at me, and when my fingers brushed lightly along her cheek she jumped, pushing herself up and into me. I almost took her right then, but I hung on…just barely. I've done many heroic things in my life, tough things, brave things, but none of them were any harder than not taking her right at that second.

But I had to wait, even though I didn't want to. She needed to make the "first move", we needed her to be the one to go for it. She could still try to run afterwards, but it'd be a lot tougher to pull off if she was the one who ended up jumping me. I had to keep focusing on that.

If I seduced her just right, I would get her. She wouldn't try to run afterwards, she'd stay right here with me and she'd be happy about it. I so wanted that, and it made the next few minutes absolutely critical.

So my attention went back to patching her up, ignoring everything else as much as I could. It wasn't easy to do, not with the heat from her body rising up between my legs, not with every atom in me just screaming out for me to take her.

By the time I was done, Faith was shaking like a leaf. Sweat had beaded up on her forehead, her eyes were squinched shut, and her hands were bunched in the bedspread. I could see the small tear she'd ripped in it from hanging on for dear life, and somehow that turned me on even more. The soft little whimpers that kept escaping from her kind of got things going too.

When I got up both of my hands were full, so I let my body slide along hers, my towel deciding it would rather stay with her as I rose. It sounded like she was choking as she stood up almost faster than even my eyes could follow. She turned her back to me and went to stand by the open French doors, not saying a word.

I could hear her breathing all ragged and shaky, and she looked so beautiful as the moonlight bathed her in its glow. She stood perfectly still, except for the effort it took for her to suck in the huge gulps of air she seemed to need.

I put the stuff in my hands down on the table and walked up behind her. Her eyes were closed again, and she was still with the shaking and the gulping. Poor baby, I could help her if she'd just ask me.

Her knuckles were white where she was gripping onto the door frame, and as my arms encircled her waist, the whiteness went almost transparent.

"Mmm…It sure is beautiful tonight."

I heard her trying to clear her throat to answer, but all that came out was a low growl. That sound had me fighting off the shivers, but I wasn't going to give in. I was the seducer and I was doing a great job of it. It was tough to keep going, but I'm the Slayer and I never give up.

"The moon's so…"

My breath on her neck, not the easiest thing to do because I had to rise up on my tiptoes to reach that high, made her quiver. There were now goose bumps on all of the exposed skin I could see, and her breathing kept stopping and starting without any rhythm.

"…romantic, don't you think?"

There was no response, at least not a verbal one.

"This place, the privacy, the sound of the ocean, the smell of… everything."

She tried to pull away, but my hands were clasped at her stomach. I leaned in closer, my breasts rubbing back and forth against her bare back. The skin on skin contact left us both speechless for a moment, but I pushed on:

"I'm so glad we're here together. All alone…just you and me."

I leaned around to get a look at her, and the expression on her face was like she was being tortured. Her eyes were closed, her face was screwed up into a grimace, and she looked like she was in pain.

"Wanna go skinny dipping with me?"

It took her a long time to respond.

"S…Sk…Skinny…Skinny dipping?"

"Why not? It's a private pool, and half of us are already naked."

Her eyes opened, and I released her and walked out to the pool. I dove in just as gracefully and sexily as I could, and while I'm not the Olympian she's shown herself to be these last couple of days, well I do have all these fancy Slayer skills.

When I made it back to the surface, I saw she was still standing in the same place, only now a large piece of the doorframe was free and resting in her hand. We were going to have quite a bill for damages when we left here.

"Well F, are you…coming?"

Yes it was me with the dirty innuendoes, not my usual thing, but I seemed to be doing all right. Again there was the choking noise, and then miracle of miracles, Faith was finally stripping.

As piece after piece of clothing found its way to the ground, I became more and more entranced. She is so beautiful…there's really nothing else to say. Except to say that she's so beautiful she looks exactly like beauty. Maybe that doesn't make sense, but it does when you're looking at her. And I was looking, by everything sacred and holy I was looking.

The moonlight just made her more perfect, and it took every ounce of my willpower to wait for her. She walked kind of tentatively towards the pool, almost shyly, and it was nothing like anything I'd ever seen her do before. It was so sexy.

She didn't jump in, she didn't dive in, no funny cannonball entries for her tonight. She walked slowly down the steps, and then her eyes locked with mine. She was looking at me with such intensity, no one's ever looked at me like that. She kept coming until she was about three steps away from me. Then…nothing.

I could feel her desire, could feel the heat between us, but Faith just stood there unmoving, her eyes still looking into mine. It should have been plenty. She was right there, standing naked just a few feet away and looking at me just like I wanted her to. I was doing all the same things right back to her, and yet she'd stopped.

No. No to the stopping. No to the backing away. No to her talking herself out of what she sees and feels. No to her doubting how I feel about her. No to her ignoring what's right in front of her. No to everything except me and her together.

I smiled at her then, and it wasn't a friendly smile. Instead it was a challenging smile, a seductive smile that was designed to get her to react to me. Before she could respond I floated onto my back, and as my breasts broke through the surface of the water, I moaned.

The growling was back, only much louder, and the next thing I knew I was being yanked up roughly by my wrists.

"I'm sorry, B."

And then her mouth was on mine, our bodies crushed together as her lips finally took what I so wanted to give to her. It was perfection. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, so totally alive.

I didn't battle her at first, I let her take what she wanted. I'd been teasing her for days, weeks even, and I felt she should have the run of me…at least for a while. It seemed only fair, but then fair went right out the window when her tongue swirled around mine.

Suddenly it became a Slayer free-for-all. Back and forth, this way and that, we fought to take control. We ended up kind of wedged against the steps, still struggling to push each other up against the wall.

Our hands were roaming, exploring, seeking, and we never stopped kissing. Our arms were flexed as we tried to maneuver each other to suit ourselves, and then her legs began entwining with mine.

Short circuit…stroke…aneurysm…meltdown. I lost it then, and before I even realized it, she'd used those soft strong legs to spin me around and slam me up against the wall, face first.

The air left my lungs at the impact, and my breasts rubbed up against the side of the pool. It hurt a little bit but Faith didn't seem to care, and neither did I. Her hands pushed mine down flat onto the deck and she held them there, her body pinning me right where I was. Her mouth began attacking everywhere she could reach, blazing a trail up and down my body.

I couldn't move, and I didn't want to. I could feel her heat right through the water, and I have never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. Still she didn't speak, there was just a nearly continuous murmuring from down low in her throat.

After a couple of minutes, I tried to turn and face her, but she wouldn't let me. My hands lifted slightly as I moved, but she forced them back down, her grip tightening possessively.

"No."

That was it, and that was enough. I stayed where I was, shaking and moaning as she continued tormenting me with her lips, tongue, and teeth. She kissed and licked and nibbled gently on the exact spot where Angel had bitten me, and God how that all seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago.

Suddenly she bit down hard, it was almost painful, and my legs buckled with the sensation. Well they would have if I'd been standing on them. Instead I was pinned to the wall, my legs floating a few inches off the pool bottom.

Before I knew it she'd whirled me around, trapping my arms behind my back, holding me firmly in her hands. Our bodies smashed against each other, and again we both stopped dead in our tracks .The sensation was incredible, and all I could do was moan as she went back to kissing me.

It was ferocious, passionate, and primal, and it took me someplace I'd never been before. Everything was gone, there was literally nothing else for me except her. The taste of her mouth on mine became my whole world, the feel of her body gliding against my skin, my whole universe.

After a while, I struggled to pull my hands loose…I had to touch her. She would not let me go, not even when I pleaded:

"Faith, please...I need…I need to touch you."

"No."

Her mouth trailed down my neck, biting and sucking almost leisurely as she made her way along. I began moaning constantly as she drove me into a frenzy, and still she would not stop. I was helpless, unable to do anything except land the occasional kiss to the top of her head as she roamed by, tasting every part of my body that she could reach.

It seemed to go on forever, and then just like that, she lifted me up into her arms and began carrying me into our room. Okay, but all I cared about was that my hands were now free. I didn't waste my opportunity.

I grabbed her head, my fingers tangling tightly in her hair as I pulled her mouth down to mine. I was a little on the forceful side, and we crashed together, but it didn't phase either of us. Our tongues instantly began fighting for control, and this time I wasn't willing to let her win.

My tongue won the battle, go me, and she groaned deeply into my mouth. Something dark and basic ignited inside of me then, and it should have been a little scary, but it wasn't. It was Faith and it was me, and there was nothing about us that could ever scare me. All it did was make me feel like I was right where I belonged.

Before I could act on whatever it was that I was feeling, we were down on the bed, and Faith was on top. I tried to change that, I wanted to take the lead now, but she had other ideas. We struggled, then my wrists were pinned by one of her hands, her grip almost bruising me as she held on tight.

I looked at her face then, and what I saw made a thrill shoot all the way down my spine. Her eyes were filled with nothing but desire, and it was all for me. She looked wild, she looked passionate, and she looked just like I've always wanted her to.

Her mouth crushed against mine, and her other hand began traveling at will down my body. When she began exploring my breast, I could not stop from calling out my pleasure. Her fingers skillfully worked me over until I was sure I was going insane, and then her mouth finished the job.

Her tongue swirled around and around, her teeth biting as her lips sucked and pulled, and as crazy as it sounds, I came right then. It just happened, and it was powerful. One of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, and I've had some really good ones.

I laid there trying to gather my scattered senses and figure out what had just happened, when I noticed my hands were free again. Okay! Now it was time to show her just how much…Oh…my…God…

Evidently you have to pay attention to all of your body parts when you're with Faith because even though my hands were free, my legs were not. They were thrown over her shoulders and…Oh…my…God…

A few minutes of that and I went off like…like…like a woman being eaten out by a master. I thought I might be dying, and then I went off again. It was either two orgasms so close together it was crazy, or it was one long one that started out as impossibly intense and then somehow escalated right when my head felt like it was coming off.

Whatever was happening, all I could do was scream her name. What came out was: "@#*!" because I just couldn't do anything else. It was a miracle I could even breathe, let alone talk or scream gibberish. Did I mention my head had blown off?

I was in a daze. Now I've heard that expression many times, I would have even said that I've experienced it before, but no. I didn't have the faintest idea what it meant to be in a daze, not a clue.

Because right then? If someone had asked me what my name was, I don't think I could have given them the correct answer. I didn't know who the president was, I had no recollection of what year I was in, and I'm fairly certain that two plus two would have equaled just whatever the hell it wanted to. That's just how dazed I was.

I felt her slide back up my body, and then her hand began exploring where her mouth had just claimed me as her own.

"Oh God…I can't…I'm just…"

Her voice was at my ear:

"For me, B."

I almost came just from that.

Then her fingers slipped inside me, and suddenly I wondered why I'd thought I was spent. She started up a rhythm, I started going with her, and before I knew it I was right on the verge again. Wow, I'll say this: there's no false advertising when it comes to Faith. In fact if anything, her reputation just doesn't do her justice.

I fought to hold it off, I wanted the moment to last forever. I stared up at her trying to memorize what her face looked like, and she was so beautiful. Dark and sexy, powerful and deadly, gentle and kind, cruel and rough. She was so very dangerous, yet all I felt was completely safe for the first time in my life…Well I felt horny too, but duh.

Then suddenly, it wasn't up to me anymore. She was in total control of me, taking me right to the edge and pulling me back again and again. Every inch of me was alive, every part of me was calling out for her, everything I was belonged to her, and only her. She had me completely, and I was shaking and moaning with her every move.

Her face was filled with such pleasure, it was like I was thrusting into her. Her eyes held lust and wonder and then there it was. I could see it now and there was no going back: Faith loved me. She loved me, and everything I'd ever wanted was right here, right now.

We weren't fucking, screwing, shagging, doing the diddy, or any other term anybody could think of. She was making love to me because she loved me and there was no way she could hide it, not at this moment. Faith loved me.

That thought, that certainty sent me flying, and I didn't come back to earth for a long time. When I got back she was still on top of me, placing the most tender, soft and delicate kisses all over me. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my jaw, my forehead, everywhere.

"…Faith."

She didn't respond, she just kept moving.

"Faith."

I shouldn't have had any energy or strength left, but hey I'm a Slayer. That means I can summon up what I need to get the job done.

I reached down and pulled her up to me. We both almost lost it as her body slid roughly along mine, but then our eyes were level.

"Kiss me."

She hesitated, but I didn't. When our lips met, it was me and her all mingled together, and I didn't ever want it any other way. We heated up again, just like that, and I wondered how we were going to survive each other.

I rolled her over, and she fought me. I couldn't believe it. Here I'd graciously let her be the top Slayer, and now when it was my turn to play, she fought me. No way was that happening.

I grabbed a wrist in each hand, and pinned her to the mattress while I straddled her stomach. She kept trying to break loose, so I placed my knee in between her legs and pushed up into her. The groan was forced out of her, and I leaned in close as I looked her in the eye:

"It's my turn now, F."

Then I began teasing her, my kisses light and barely there. I'd let it deepen, then as she responded, I'd pull back and focus on something else besides her lips. It wasn't long before she was squirming and trying to free her hands for real, but I wasn't having any of that, not yet anyway.

I kissed my way slowly down to the breast I could reach, and Faith twitched and jerked with my every touch. When I finally got there I kissed all around, just not anywhere near her nipple. And yes, I was well aware that was where she wanted me to go.

After a long time, I did blow on it. Okay it was mean, I'll admit that, but I am kind of mean sometimes. I like to tease, and I loved having her at my mercy. Also, I guess I was still a little pissed about how she wouldn't let me touch her in the pool.

I began swirling my tongue around, just not where she wanted it the most. Her body lifted up every time I nipped at her, and she was actually shaking now. Then it occurred to me, she wasn't talking, not one word. In fact, she was barely even making a sound.

I don't know how I knew, but I did. She was deliberately trying to stay removed from what was happening. Whatever logic she was using, it had her convinced that if she stayed silent she wouldn't be admitting anything. She'd still have a way out if she needed it, just in case.

Well she didn't need it, and as I stated before…she's not going anywhere. "Get some, get gone"? She was all done with that forever. I was instituting the brand new, Buffy Summers approved, "Get some, get some more" way of life. It was a nice try on her part, but I wanted to hear her…and I was going to.

"Sorry F, but you aren't staying quiet ever again."

Then my mouth latched onto her nipple, and it wasn't long before Faith had lots to say. Most of it was swearing, some of it was in another language, but the one thing I could always understand was "B". Of course it sounded more like "BBBBB…" which when you get right down to it, sounds way better than the usual. And the usual's pretty great.

I used my mouth on every piece of flesh I could reach. By the time I was finished, she was going to be one big hickey because I could not seem to stop biting her. I loved how she would cry out, then sigh as I soothed her with my tongue. It was addictive.

Eventually I made my way back up to her face, and I hovered over her until her eyes opened. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then she smiled at me. I kissed her, hard, and as our tongues began dancing and teasing, I thrust my leg up into her again.

She cried out and looked at me with amusement:

"You are such a bitch."

I kissed her again, my tongue tickling the roof of her mouth:

"True, but I'm your bitch."

Then I made my way back down her body as far as I could. I relaxed my grip on her wrists, but as soon as she moved, I brought her hands down by her sides and pinned her again. She groaned loudly, pleasure and frustration all mixed together. That was just fine with me. I'd learned a long time ago that a little pain and frustration always made the pleasure sweeter, and I wanted this to be the best it could be for Faith.

Okay, so here it was. I was literally face to face with it. I'd thought for sure when the moment came, I'd be nervous, but I wasn't. I wasn't anything except ready. Ready to show her how much I loved her, ready to show her who she belonged to, and ready to make her scream until she just couldn't scream anymore. I was ready to make her mine.

Of course I'd never done this before. I knew what I liked, but I'd never tried it on someone else. I mean a woman. But I'd studied for this moment, some sex manuals are really a big help, especially the ones with pictures. Plus my best friend's a lesbian so…

God, what a series of humiliating conversations. "So uh…Hey uh...Will? When you go…you know, down on a woman...um…how uh…how exactly do you do it?"

Before then, I'd had no idea that Willow could blush redder than her own hair. But she can and she did, a bunch of times. She also explained a lot of things to me, a bunch of times.

It was embarrassing, but I was determined that when I finally got here, I would have at least a basic idea of where to go and what to do. And I did. So no time like the present.

Okay, I was a little nervous. It was hard to believe I was where I was, getting ready to do what I was getting ready to do. But my nerves came only from the fact that I wanted it to be special for Faith. I wanted to convey to her how much I loved her, how much I wanted her, how much I needed her. That's a lot to ask from a totally inexperienced mouth.

I started off slowly, kind of just nuzzling my way around, saying hello, getting the lay of the land…or in this case, the lay of the lesbian. Things were okay, a little weird at first, but then they were fine. I felt welcome, at home, so I decided to escalate my activities.

My tongue licked out very delicately, and I wondered if she would even feel it. I had my answer almost immediately. It was like I'd hit her with a stun gun. Every muscle in her body went tense, then she began moaning my name as she struggled to pull her hands free. Now that kind of reaction will really help boost a girl's confidence.

I began licking harder, and Faith seemed to be enjoying herself. I vaguely remembered something about the alphabet, but I was way too busy to start anything that complex. I figured I should just concentrate on what was in front of me.

I could always do numbers if I had to, those were much easier for me to remember. The alphabet's just never been my friend. I always get confused around the "Q" part, and from "V" on out, well I have to concentrate really hard to get the order right. I couldn't afford that kind of distraction right now.

I knew I probably shouldn't have started off with this. It's the big one after all, but I wanted to do it for a couple of reasons. First I figured it would show Faith I was totally serious right from the get go. It's not the kind of thing I'd do to someone unless I loved them, and anybody who knows me would know that. That's just the kind of girl I am.

My other reason for being so eager to do it, well I love having it done to me. Spike was really good at it, and Riley did it a lot too. I learned that even when it's bad, it's good…not that Riley was…The point is, even if I don't do it just right, she should still get some pleasure from it. Plus the idea of doing it to her gets me all hot and bothered and yes, I am embarrassed.

She spread her legs wide as I began swirling my tongue around her… what do you call it? Button? Ha,ha,ha! That sounds so stupid. Clit? Too clinical. Source of all pleasure? Dumb, but maybe accurate because as I sucked and ran my tongue along it, Faith went absolutely crazy.

I kept going, keeping a steady rhythm like I like, and it wasn't long before she was coming. I was pretty proud of myself, but I didn't have a lot of time to savor it because then she was coming again. That's twice, all fast and intense.

I'd given her a multiple my first time out, and how great is that? I must be like a prodigal…prodigy. I am a prodigy when it comes to oral sex with women, or at least Faith.

I still had her hands pinned, and I hadn't left the vicinity. There was a problem though… Faith had already been…uh…kind of messy, but now? I didn't have a clue what to do. I was wracking my brain, but I didn't remember anything about this in my studies. And no way did Will and I get into it. There have to be some kind of limits between even the very best of friends, and that…this was ours.

All right, I had to do something. I wasn't nearly done, I hadn't even gotten to look around yet, and I wasn't leaving without doing a few more things. But this was enough of a challenge when I could see everything clearly, and it wasn't so slippery and sticky. Boy, you'd think life would prepare you better for moments like this.

I just had to think about what I normally do when this happens. Hmm, well, it doesn't "normally" happen because I've only been with guys, and guys are a whole different thing. So okay, what about when it happens to me?

As hard as I tried to remember, I had no idea what they did. I was always way too busy coming and recovering to pay much attention. Okay then, what had Faith just done to me?

The big problem with that was that I couldn't really see too clearly from Pluto, which is where she kept sending me over and over again. And over again.

No help there, no help anywhere, so I decided to just start cleaning up. It was all going great until she started shaking and moaning and then…she was coming again. Okay, so clearly I didn't know something because this seemed like it was a never-ending battle.

The whole clean-up process just made more to clean-up. It was all pretty confusing, and I was going to have to ask her about it later when we'd calmed down a bit, but right now? Well right now I was going to have to work around it because I had other things to do.

Like being so far up her, she was going to see stars. Yep, I can talk dirty too. They say it's always the prudes who are the wildest, and in some ways I think that's true. She really had no idea, but she was definitely going to find out.

I needed a hand now. Not the round of applause kind…although that would have been nice too. But it's not like I walk around every day hoping to get a round of applause because how weird would that be? Sure I'm a little conceited, but I'm not an egomaniac…

I needed my hand, probably both, and that meant I was going to have to let go of hers. Not ideal at all because I was in no way ready to give up control just yet. But there was no way around it, so I was going to have to risk it.

I was pretty sure I could keep her in line. I know whenever somebody's had their tongue inside of me, they've still been in charge. But I also know that whenever you're dealing with Faith, well all bets are off.

But they say, "No guts, no glory" so I went for it quickly, not even giving her a chance to realize that she was loose. I spread her so I could see, and seriously it was…Ahh, there we go. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it in as far as it would go. My nose banged up tight against her, and breathing was going to be out of the question for a while.

That was fine, in fact I had a real advantage. Slayers can hold their breath for quite awhile, it comes in handy sometimes, like now. Of course vampires never have to breathe and I swear, Spike could go hours and…

The important thing was that I didn't need to breathe right then. I just needed to concentrate and hopefully do it right. Or at least good enough to please her. The good news was that I had that whole prodigy thing working for me.

Faith didn't seem at all concerned about my inexperience. Her hands were wrapped in my hair, and she was holding onto my head tightly, I guess to keep me right where I was. No worries there, I wasn't leaving any time soon.

I began exploring, my tongue probing and swirling around all the different places inside of her, but I could only go so far, and it wasn't enough for me. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down the bed until her legs were hanging off the edge. It was a great move on my part.

This new position made everything so much easier, and then I remembered. I draped her legs over my shoulders, and everything was suddenly easy access. The angle was all different, different better, so I was able to dive right in.

I'd have to say what I was doing was okay because she was screaming like I was killing her. After just a couple of minutes, her legs began shaking, her grip tightened, and her thighs began crushing my head. I kept going, and then here she came.

In this scenario I knew just what to do, and I was happy to do it. I don't want to get into all the specifics, but feeling her come while I was inside of her, well that was the most beautiful moment of my life. And there was a big added bonus, I somehow came too.

I wanted to do all kinds of other things to her, but you can't do a lifetime's worth in one session. We had to rest, we had to take a break, but I didn't want to. If we'd have killed each other making love, I would have died happy. Hey now that I think about it, I guess that's what we were always trying to do to each other.

I pulled my tongue out slowly, but I couldn't resist running it over her as I went on my way. She was sprawled out, almost passed out, but when I hit her love button, ha ha ha, she flinched and moaned my name. I liked the sound of that, so I did it two more times. God, the way she says "Buffy"…

Licking and kissing all the way, I finally made it back to face to face with her. Her eyes were closed, her body was still trembling slightly, and her skin was sweaty and flushed. She was breathing all heavy, and I was getting turned on again.

I didn't move, I just stayed on top of her with my face nestled into the side of her neck. I inhaled deeply over and over, and I wished I could somehow always smell what I was smelling right now. After a few minutes, her arms wrapped around my back and her fingers slowly traced out patterns on my skin.

We didn't speak, we just sort of basked there together. Me? I was happy, deliriously so. I was also satisfied, tired, exhilarated, blown away, horny and right where I was supposed to be. Right here, spread out on top of this woman was my place, and trust me when I say it was way better than heaven. I should know.

"B?"

"Hmm?"

She didn't say anything else, but her hand was on my ass and I think she got distracted.

"F?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you were going to ask me something."

"I was?"

"Yeah."

"…Oh yeah."

"So?"

"What the hell just happened?"

I don't know why, but that made me laugh. It started off as a giggle, but it wasn't long before I was just flat-out howling. When I had control of myself, I lifted my head and looked her right in the eye:

"We made love."

"Yeah, that's what I figured."

She looked calm, in fact she looked happy.

"Is that okay?"

"What are you, nuts? Why the fuck wouldn't it be okay? I love sex."

"I know, but that was…"

"It was the best fucking sex ever. You were incredible."

I was immensely proud, but I wanted to be modest. A prodigy has to get used to praise.

"Well you weren't so bad either."

"Course I was great. What'd ya think, I was all talk?"

"No, I just didn't…"

"But you? Jesus B, you've never even been with a woman before, but can't prove anything by the way you went at it."

I snuggled back into her, embarrassed that I was embarrassed, but happy too. Life was perfect and…then I remembered what I'd been talking about. Was she deliberately trying to change the subject? Maybe I wasn't even good and she was just saying that so I'd…

Her arms tightened around me:

"B?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Right."

I burrowed into her shoulder even further. Please don't let my happy time end like this.

"Wanna look at me?"

I stayed right where I was.

"Buffy, please?"

I lifted my head then.

"So what's the problem?"

"There's no prob…"

"Stop with that, course there's a problem. Can practically hear the wheels turning in there."

She caressed the side of my face, and it made me want to talk to her.

"We need to talk."

Her dimples came out at that.

"Already? Thought it'd take longer `fore we got to that stage."

"Faith, what do you think we just did?"

She looked nothing but confused.

"Didn't we just go over that?"

"Humor me."

"Okay. We just had the best sex ever."

"Is that it?"

"`It'? B, I'm not following here."

I started to get up then. I knew it was stupid of me and I knew I was overreacting. I'd suspected she might do this, but for some reason it still hurt, and a lot more than I ever thought it would.

"Wait, where ya goin'?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"A shower? No c'mon, stay here with me."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you just fucked my brains out, I don't wanna move, and I wanna hold you while I fall asleep."

I was up now, and I was just barely hanging on.

"And then what?"

"B…"

"Answer me!"

"Well, was kinda hopin' we'd go another round."

"That's it?"

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you what F, why don't you just go fuck yourself instead?"

Then I was in the bathroom with the door locked. I turned on the shower, got in, and then the tears came. I couldn't believe this was really happening, but it was. How could she act like…After what we'd just shared, how could she pretend it was just great sex?

I'd planned for this possibility. I'd said I was ready for it, but I wasn't. I guess I really believed if we made love, she'd be so blown away, so filled with love for me, she'd stay on this side of her wall.

I felt blindsided. I thought she was fine, she seemed fine. Maybe it really didn't mean the same thing to her that it meant to…The bathroom door literally exploded inward.

The shower door flew open and I was hauled out soaking wet.

"What the hell are you…"

That was all I got out before Faith kissed me. I struggled, no way was I having sex with her when she…

She picked me up and carried me back into the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed as she followed close behind.

"Get off me."

"Not in this lifetime, but you can dream."

"I'm not kidding."

"Me either."

I took a swing at her, but she caught my hand and held it to the mattress. Fine, I had two hands. It was a repeat performance.

"Faith, I'd advise you to let me up right now."

"Hmm…okay, I'll take it under advisement."

"Goddamn it, get off me!"

"Nope, I like it here."

I tried to knee her but she moved first, blocking me with her leg.

"Can you calm down a sec and listen to me?"

"Fine, let me up and I'll listen."

She laughed then:

"Right. I let you up and you'll beat the shit outta me."

"No I won't."

"B, I know you."

She was right. The second I was loose, I was going to kick her ass until she begged me to stop.

"Fuck, you are so hot right now."

I just stared daggers at her.

"What happens if I kiss you?"

"I guess you'll lose a lip."

She laughed again.

"Okay, no kissing for now."

"Let me up, Faith."

"Yeah, in a sec. Got something to say first."

"Then say it and get off."

"Now you're speakin' my language."

I so wanted to kill her.

"Fuck you."

"Hey, nice one! And man, do I hope you mean that."

"I'm thinking our `fucking' days are over."

"Buffy, we've never `fucked' and we never will, okay?"

What was she saying? Was she saying what I thought she was?

"Before, I wasn't payin' attention. You know me, I don't talk like you. Don't always get the little differences, even when I oughta."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you and I made love. I'm saying I came like a motherfucker about a million times `cause it was you."

"Really?"

"Of course really."

I so wanted this to be what I thought it was, but I had to be sure.

"Faith, I don't do flings."

"Wow, big newsflash there."

"I mean…"

"I know what ya mean."

"You do?"

"Did you hit your head or something? Jesus. Okay, gonna say it plain and simple. Kinda tough for me to get it out, not `cause I don't mean it, but `cause I've never said it before. Just feels a little weird, ya know?"

"Can I sit up for this?"

She looked surprised, but she got off me. She sat next to me and held my hand in hers:

"Alright, here goes: B, I love you. I've always loved you. Most of the time not so good, but I think I'm getting better at it. Feels like I won the lottery tonight, and I've never been so fucking happy in my whole life. You're not a one night stand, you're not a short term thing. You're `Buffy' B, and I want you for as long as you'll let me have you."

I kissed her then. She loved me, and she'd told me so easily.

"Look, I'm no prize. I'm stupid as shit about this stuff, and I'm not the best you could do. But I love you B, there's nobody who could ever love you more. I promise you that's never gonna change."

I started crying.

Faith pulled me into a hug:

"What's wrong now?"

"Nothing's wrong…I'm…I'm just so happy."

"So you're bawling?"

"Yes! It's a thing."

"It's a crazy as hell thing."

I snuggled back into her, my lips nibbling along her jaw.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Might."

"Like what?"

"Thought we could go that other round now. Nothing says `I love you' like a good fuc…scre…Christ B, what the hell do you want me to call it?"

"I don't care. Now that I know you love me, you can call it whatever you want to."

"So if I tell ya I wanna fuck ya now, you won't start crying?"

"I promise I won't."

She kissed me and pushed me back onto the bed.

"So, you're one of them high maintenance chicks."

"Of course I am."

"Figures. Just had to fall for the one who thinks her shit don't…"

God she was gross, and somehow it was a huge turn-on.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

One thing led to another, and that led to another, and on and on it went. When it ended, Faith was collapsed across me sideways as we both fought to regain our breath.

"For real B, we're gonna kill each other."

"Yeah, I know."

"Not a bad way to go out though."

"I was thinking that earlier."

She was running her fingers slowly up and down my thigh.

"Sure wish we could stay a few more days."

"I do too."

"What if we tell Giles some story, like the locals heard the demons are coming back or…"

"Faith…"

"…could even say we've seen some weird shit…I got it! We'll say you had a Slayer dream!"

"Faith…"

"He can't prove ya didn't. Should buy us at least…"

"It was a lie."

Her tongue was making its way up my thigh now.

"Sure, but it's a good lie. Nobody can say otherwise and…"

"No, I lied to you."

Her tongue was almost at the point of no return, so I stopped her.

"Hey, just getting to the good part."

"Faith, you need to listen."

"But B…"

I almost caved because she had the most adorable pout ever on her face. I did lean down and kiss her bottom lip. She had it all pushed out, what else could I do? Things got hot and heavy in like five seconds, but I made myself pull back.

"Will ya stop being such a tease? I wanna…"

"Just two minutes, okay? This is important."

"Not more important than…Fine!"

She didn't look at all happy, but she was listening now.

"Okay, I need to explain this to you."

"No ya don't, I get it. You don't wanna lie to Giles."

"No, I said `this' was all a lie."

"What was?"

I took a deep breath and just said it:

"This whole trip. There were never any vampires or demons. The ones we ran into when we first got here were just a fluke."

"What? You and Giles said we had to come here `cause there was this big bad ass…"

I took her hands in mine:

"Faith, I realized back home that I was in love with you, but I couldn't get you to see it. I told Giles, he agreed to let me pick the place, and Will and I found a spot with pretty much no demon activity. We came here so I could seduce you."

"What?!"

"The Dawsons delayed everything, but I called Giles and told him to make sure the room next to ours stayed empty after they left."

She looked almost stunned as the pieces began falling into place.

"Was wondering why nobody ever showed up."

"I had to do it this way, you were so stupid at home."

"…So you really were hanging all over me."

"I could have been curtains, I was so hanging all over you."

"Thought I was losing my mind. Jesus B, why didn't ya just tell me?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't believe me. I knew I had to show you first."

She got up and walked over to the refrigerator. The sight of her naked body took my breath away, and when she bent over to get the drinks…I was pretty sure I had a point to make, but for the life of me I just couldn't remember what it was.

What I needed was a camera crew…no one of those court transcribers… Okay, think…Right, I was saying…God, her breasts were…I've totally lost it again.

She opened my can and handed it to me, then flung her head back to drink hers down. Her throat was moving and her hair was all damp and stuck to…Why was she looking at me…What? Was I supposed to be talking?

A drop of Coke had escaped and was now rolling down her left breast…

"B!"

"What?!"

"You planning to answer sometime tonight?"

It was reaching for her nipple now, and that's a taste I've never tasted. Faith mixed with Coke. I'll bet that tastes a lot better than regular Coke…even way better than Diet Coke. If I could bottle and sell that, people would be lining up for miles and miles just to…

"Buffy!"

"What?!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Nothing."

"You gonna answer the question then?"

"Yes, of course I am! Uh……so what was the question again?"

The smile on her face was definitely wicked.

"Guess you're too busy looking at my tits to…"

"No, I'm too busy looking at the Coke on your breast."

"So you sayin' ya got a thing for pop?"

"No, I'm saying I have a thing for anything that's on you."

Her smile grew and she jumped back onto the bed.

"That works for me."

She was kissing all along my neck, almost purring as she went.

"So you're not mad that I lied to you?"

"Mad? Nah, I get it. Told ya I was dumb sometimes when it comes to this stuff."

I ran my finger around her dimple:

"No you're not…you're just a little slow."

"Just never figured you could ever love me back."

"Hmm…maybe you are dumb sometimes."

We both laughed then, and of course felt the need for an urgent, soul searing kiss.

"Serious now B, took a lot of guts to do what you did."

"I didn't have a choice. I love you so much, Faith."

"Crazy as fuck, but I'll take it."

I rolled us over, sitting my…down on her…you know. Both of us groaned at the contact.

"...Tryin' something new, B?"

"Chapter Twelve."

"Huh?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

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