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  Chapter Six – Finishing Off the First Day

The two girls pulled back from their kiss and smiled at one another. Buffy remained in her position straddling Faith’s lap, her arms resting on the other girls’ shoulders.



“I gotta tell ya, B. I liked the little number that ya just did for me. Tell me . . . where’d ya learn those moves, Miss Innocent?” Faith asked, her hands on Buffy’s hips.



“Two words: Coyote Ugly. I loved that movie.” The blonde replied.



“Really? I was thinkin’ you may have learned that from somethin more along the lines of ‘Showgirls’ or ‘Striptease’.” Faith joked.



Buffy scoffed.



“Please. I take off one measly article of clothing and I’m automatically deemed stripper-friendly? I don’t think so. I’m Coyote Ugly, not Striptease.” She gave the brunette a little pout, which Faith took as a ‘say-something-nice-about-me-now’ look.



“Hey, B . . . speaking of that one measly article of clothing . . . you looked wicked hot in my leather jacket. In fact . . . you look pretty steamy in that outfit altogether. What’s it gonna take me to get you outta it?” The brunette asked, raking her eyes up and down the older girl’s body.



Buffy instantly froze, suddenly realizing with Faith’s words the intimacy of their position. Trying to remain ‘cool’, she slid off of Faith’s lap and plopped down on her bed in a hasty retreat.



“Thanks for the compliment, ‘F’. But you’ve still got a while to wait.”



Faith groaned.



“Tease.” She mumbled under her breath, but Buffy was easily able to hear it with her Slayer-hearing.



“I’m not a tease, Faith.” The brunette pointed at Buffy’s outfit and then her own position on the chair and gave Buffy a doubtful look. “Okay, so maybe I am the slightest bit of a tease. But, like my mother always used to say, ‘The boys aren’t going to buy the cow if they can get the milk for free’.”



Now it was Faith’s turn to scoff.



“Yeah, except for the fact that I’m not a boy and you’re not a cow. And the milk’s gonna be mine before 10 days is up, so I might as well take a little taste now before it goes sour.” The brunette whined in a very non-Faith like fashion.



Buffy laughed at the other girl.



“Okay, ‘Old MacHorny’, enough with the farm-talk. We’ve got 3 hours before dark. Study-time?” She suggested.



Faith thought about it for a minute. “Nah, not yet. Strangely enough, all this talk about cows and milk got me hella hungry. Wanna go get some food?”



“Actually . . . yeah.” Buffy laughed. “Just let me get changed first.”



She stood up and began to walk towards her closet when she felt a hand on her shoulder holding her back.



“What? Don’t change. Ya look wicked hot, B. I wanna see the guys drool when you walk by them. I think ya look cute when ya blush.”



As if on cue, the blonde blushed.



“Just like that, B. Fuckin adorable. Now, come on, let’s go.”



Without giving her another second to think about it, Faith pulled Buffy across the room and out the door.




The two slayers walked hand-in-hand across campus to one of the dining centers. It had, of course, taken a little bit of coaxing by Faith. Buffy would try to pull her hand away when they walked by large groups of people, but the brunette would hold on even tighter and just tell her to calm down or relax.



When they finally reached the dining hall, they were happy to see Willow and Tara seated at a table in the corner. The two slayers anxiously made their way over to the witches, hoping to share the table with them in the bust dining hall.



“Hey guys!” Willow beamed as she saw the two girls approach hand-in-hand. “Aww, Tara, don’t they look cute together, with the hand-holding and the googily eyes? Oh . . . and look at Buffy’s outfit. She’s even starting to dress like Faith. How cute!”



Tara nodded and smiled sweetly at the slayers.



“We do NOT have googily eyes.” Buffy stated firmly. Faith had let go of her hand, allowing her to sit comfortably. “You must be seeing things.”



“Yeah.” Faith agreed. “Plus, the ‘hand-holding’ wasn’t really my idea . . . yunno, not my kinda thing. But, Little Miss Tightly-Wound here nearly decked me when I tried to walk with my hand in her back pocket, so I learned to compromise: hand-holding resulted.”



Willow laughed.



“Well, I still think it’s adorable. Our little Buffster is finally growing up.” She taunted, but quickly changed the subject. “So . . . can we see some slayer-smoochies?”



Faith chuckled at the request, giving Willow a nod and a wink as if to say ‘thanks, Support-Girl’. Buffy’s eyes got real big and she turned her attention to the red-head.



“You can’t be serious, Will. Don’t tell me that you’re in on this too.”



“Guilty as charged.” Willow beamed.



“But Willow,” Buffy whined playfully, “you’ve known me longer, you’re supposed to be on MY side!”



“Sorry, Buff. I think this little experiment will be good for you. Maybe you’ll loosen up a bit and live a little. It’s the best thing I ever did.” Willow replied , then looked over to Tara. She shot her girlfriend a warm smile and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers.



“Right. Well, you’ll just have to learn to be patient, just like Faith. We’re not quite up to ‘public displays of affection’ yet. We barely just got past the ‘private displays of affection’ part.” Buffy commented.



Willow quickly turned her gaze back to Buffy. “Ooooh. So there are private displays” to which Buffy immediately blushed. She then looked towards the brunette. “That was quick, Faith. Nice. You really dive right into your work, don’t you?”



Faith smirked. “Did ya really expect anything less from me, Red?”




The four girls engaged in small talk and laughter while enjoying their dinner.



Buffy had visibly relaxed about halfway through the meal. She saw an uncomfortable look come on Faith’s face as the younger girl began to stretch and rub her lower back. When she realized that the brunette’s back must have been sore, she casually scooted closer to her and began to rub small circles on it, hoping to relieve some of the other girl’s discomfort.



She quickly earned three suspicious looks from her friends at the table.



“What?!?” She asked incredulously. “Don’t look at me like that. If I saw my boyfriend having back pain, I would rub it for him. Faith’s supposed to be my girlfriend, so she gets the special treatment too. I’ve always been an excellent girlfriend, thank you very much.”



Faith smiled as she looked over the blonde’s shoulder.



“Well, keep up the lovin, blondie,” Faith stated casually, “cuz here comes your Beefstick.”



Buffy spun around quickly just in time to see Riley approach the table.



“Hi Buffy.” He stated with a goofy smile on his face. Yeah, you know the one.



“Oh! Hi Riley. What are you doing here?” She asked, trying not to look too nervous or surprised and failing miserably.



“Well . . . this IS a cafeteria, so . . . I’m getting something to eat. I see that you guys are too.” He smiled as he looked at the other girls around the table.



“Oh, yeah. We are. Umm, you remember Willow and Tara, right?” Buffy asked.



“Yeah, I was their T.A. in Psych 101.” He said, smiling over at the two witches. Then he turned towards Faith. “And you must be Faith. Buffy told me about the two of you. Congratulations, you’ve got a great girl here.” He stated with a smile, looking back and forth between Buffy and Faith.



“Thanks Rodney.” Faith replied with a fake smile.



“Uh, actually, it’s Riley. It’s Irish. Kinda like the book ‘Mary Reilly’, just spelled a bit diff . . .”



“Yeah, whatever.” Faith interrupted, trying to sound uninterested.



She scooted up closer to Buffy and wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Baby, what say we finish up here and head back up to our room. I’m still hungry, but food isn’t gonna cut it this time.” She leaned in and placed several small kisses on the nape of the blonde’s neck, looking up at Riley and giving him a wink as she did so.



Buffy drew in a deep breath and shivered, not even realizing it as she closed her eyes and settled back into Faith’s arms, relishing the contact. If it hadn’t been for her slayer hearing, she might have missed Faith whisper into her ear, “shivers and chills alike, as promised.”



After a moment had passed, Buffy finally opened her eyes and regained her senses. She looked up at the people around her who were looking either a little uncomfortable or a little shocked.



She laughed nervously.



“Sorry guys, we gotta go. Will, Tara, I’ll talk to you later. Riley . . . yeah. Nice seeing ya.” She stood, pulling Faith up with her. Grabbing the brunette’s hand, she began to walk away from the table.



Riley shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, nice to see you too, Buffy.” He looked at the brunette and nodded. “Faith.”



“Ronny.” Faith said with a victorious smirk on her face.



The two girls made their way out of the dining hall hand-in-hand, leaving a pair of giggling witches and a stunned Beefstick behind.




The two slayers returned to their room with about a half-hour to spare before dusk. Neither had brought up the incident with Riley. They had just carried on with the small-talk that they had been having with Willow and Tara.



Buffy sighed as she plopped down on her bed.



“Ugh. I’m exhausted. Do you think the evil un-dead in this town would mind behaving for just one night so I can have a little time off to rest?”



Faith plopped down right next to her, half of her body covering the smaller girl. She rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes.



“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a gazillion times, B. Vamps? Not that considerate. They like it when we’re tired. So . . .” she yawned, “I think a little nap is in order.”



Buffy laughed as she looked at the girl who was laying half on top of her.



“Okay, I can handle a nap. But, are you forgetting that you have your own bed not 10 feet away from here?” She asked, nodding in the general direction of Faith’s empty bed.



“I know it’s there, B.” Faith said, opening one eye to glance at the older girl. “But, I think this is what couples do, yunno? I can’t say from experience cuz I don’t usually share a bed for more than an hour or two at a time, but . . . hell, I don’t mind tryin’ it out with ya.” She said, closing her eye and snuggling just a little bit more into the blonde’s side.



Buffy growled. “Okay, fine. But can you at least move off of me? Breathing might become an issue.”



“Nope.” Faith replied sleepily. “You see . . . it’s a small bed. If I move over any more, I’m gonna fall off. And if I fall off . . . then I won’t be able to cop a feel once you doze off. So, to answer your question: no, I can’t move.”



Buffy chuckled. “What kind of insane troll logic is that?” She waited for a response, but only heard Faith’s shallow breaths as the other girl was slowly drifting off to sleep. “Ugh. Fine. But no funny stuff, missy. That means no groping and no copping feels. Sleep only.”



“Mmmmhmmm.” Was all that Faith replied.



“Mmmmhmmm.” Buffy imitated Faith, chuckling a bit. She closed her eyes after a moment and slowly drifted off to sleep, enjoying the warmth of the body next to her.




Buffy awoke to a completely dark room. She sat up quickly, trying to adjust to her settings.



‘Geez, how long did I sleep for? I better wake Faith up so that we can patrol.’



She was mildly disappointed to find that Faith was no longer lying with her, keeping her warm. Actually, the feisty brunette was nowhere to be seen. Just as Buffy was about to get up and look for the girl, she found a note on the bed-stand. She turned on the table lamp and read the note.



B:



You looked too cute sleeping & I didn’t wanna wake you up,



so your wish is granted: take the night off and rest. Don’t



worry, I can handle patrol solo. I’m a big girl, remember?



I’ll catch up with ya later.



F



p.s. – aren’t you starting to wonder if I copped a feel? I’ll



never tell . . . ;)



Buffy smiled. She hadn’t thought that Faith would do something so thoughtful for her. Every other time that she had tried to weasel her way out of slaying, Faith had dragged her out of the door claiming that they were ‘The Chosen Two’, not ‘the Chosen One and the One That Needs a Break.’ But deep down, Buffy knew that the real reason that Faith had always made her go was because she liked the solo-time that the two got to spend together, sans Scoobies and other distractions.



Taking advantage of the rare opportunity at a break, Buffy slid under the covers and decided to go back to sleep. She made sure to leave a small space next to her as she lay on her side, a silent invitation for Faith to reclaim her position there.



She lay there in her thoughts for a while before she slowly started to drift off. Just as she was about to fall over the edge between awake and sleep, she felt the bed shift under her, followed by a familiar sense of warmth next to her.



“Hey.” She whispered with her eyes closed, a smile on her face.



“Hey.” Faith responded huskily.



“Thanks . . . for letting me sleep. I would’ve gone with you.”



“I know.” Faith whispered again, moving in closer to Buffy (if even possible on the small bed). She began to rain small kisses along the girls’ back and shoulders.



“How’d it go?” Buffy asked quietly, her breath catching in her throat from the feeling of the other girls’ lips on her back.



“Fine. Lots of action. Dusted 8 vamps in 3 cemeteries.” Faith responded, slowly becoming bolder in her moves. She rolled Buffy so that they were facing more towards each other and began to place light kisses on her lips and jaw line.



“Anything we should be concerned about?” The blonde asked breathlessly, slowly starting to respond to Faith’s kisses.



“Not right now.” She whispered. She rolled just a little more so that she was half on top of the blonde again, positioning herself so that one of her strong thighs rested between Buffy’s legs.



Buffy gasped at the contact, but it made her quickly realize the direction in which their motions were leading them. In a strong show of will and restraint, Buffy pulled away from Faith’s warm mouth and began to speak.



“Wait wait wait, Faith. We need to stop, I can’t do this yet.”



Faith snickered, continuing her assault on the blonde’s jaw line. “It seems to me like you can. Besides . . . slaying got me wicked horny. I’m not gonna be able to sleep unless I get this itch scratched.”



Buffy put her hands on Faith’s shoulders and pushed her back. Both girls were panting as they gazed at one another.



“Faith . . . if you wanna sleep in my bed, you’ve got to stop. At least for tonight, okay? So either go sleep in your own bed or go take a shower and take care of your . . . problem . . . then come back to bed with me.”



The brunette grunted. “Yes, dear.”



She got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom.



Within a minute, Buffy heard the shower running. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to get the images out of her mind of what the brunette was most likely doing in the shower at that very moment.



She must not have realized exactly how tired she was. With her eyes still shut tightly, she began to drift off yet again, blocking out all of the sounds in the room.



Just as she was on the brink of sleep, she sensed Faith crawling into her bed and felt a warm arm embrace her. She was only vaguely able to make out the brunette’s hushed voice whisper “Night, B”, but she was sure that she felt several butterfly kisses on her face.



Both girls fell asleep with content smiles playing upon their faces.




Chapter Seven – Day Two



The first light of morning began to shine through the windows of the Slayers’ room, illuminating their bodies that lay oh-so-close to one another.



Somehow during the night, the two girls had managed to change positions without either of them falling off of the small bed. Now, Faith lay stretched out on her back, one arm behind her head and the other wrapped around Buffy. The older slayer also seemed to have shifted so that she was now laying on her stomach, half of her body draped over Faith, her head resting on the brunette’s shoulder. She had also draped one of her legs over the brunette’s.



Buffy was the first to awake, having had lots of rest the previous night. She vaguely remembered Faith coming home with an attack of the hornies, kicking the brunette out of bed to take care of her ‘problem’, and lastly feeling the warm embrace and soft kisses of the other girl before drifting off into a beautiful slumber.



She couldn’t help but smile when she looked up at the sleeping girl next to her. Faith, who was usually all about doing what she felt when she felt it, was showing a surprising amount of restraint in their current situation. Granted, they had only began their little ‘experiment’ or challenge the day before. Still, Buffy had teased, flirted, and done her best to lead the other girl on, and Faith had managed to keep her cool.



‘Mrs. Want-Take-Have’ had suddenly turned into ‘Mrs. Want-Wait-and-Whine-about-it’.



And now, here was Faith, looking so peaceful and innocent while wrapped up in Buffy’s pastel-colored sheets, acting like a perfect gentleman, erghh . . . gentlewoman? Gentleperson? Whatever. Either way, it was very un-Faith like, and Buffy found it rather endearing.



With all of the stealth that she could muster, Buffy slid up so that she was now face-to-face with Faith, looking directly down at her. She didn’t know what came over her, but suddenly she felt like the close physical contact she had with the sleeping brunette just wasn’t enough. She needed something more.



Slowly and gently, she leaned in a pressed her lips to Faith’s. She enjoyed the feel of having a little control of the younger girl for once; of being on top.



Unconsciously, the brunette slightly parted her lips. Buffy took full advantage of the situation and began to kiss Faith’s full bottom lip, eventually starting to gently suck on it.



At that point, Faith slightly moaned, alerting the blonde to her waking status. Buffy smiled a bit and finally let go of Faith’s bottom lip, leaving it slightly swollen. However, she did continue to push her lips into Faith’s, not wanting to give up the soft feel of them just yet.



She was pleasantly surprised when she felt Faith slowly begin to respond to the kiss, pushing up just a little to put more pressure into it. For several moments, they stayed there like that: eyes closed and kissing softly.



Finally, Buffy broke away, smiling down at the grinning girl beneath her.



“Hey.” She said, leaning in to steal another chaste kiss from the other girl.



“Hey back.” Faith responded with a chuckle. “See? I knew ya couldn’t resist me.”



Buffy laughed. “I don’t know about that. YOU I can resist, but those lips of yours I’m having a hard time fighting.” She paused for a moment. “Oh . . . and thanks for last night, by the way. For being so sweet. And patient.”



She leaned down and gave Faith a much deeper, passionate kiss, wanting to extend her thanks.



Now, it was Faith who pulled away, chuckling.



“See, right there, that’s the kinda thing that’s gonna make me lose my cool, B. I’ll gladly take the ‘kisses aplenty’ for now cuz I know it’s all you’re willin’ to give yet. But you keep up the cuteness and the not-so-subtle flirting, and I’m gonna go nuts and just ravish you.”



Buffy giggled. “Okay, okay. I guess I’ll have to abandon the nice kisses and find some other way to wake you up. Maybe I’ll hit you with a pillow . . . or a book . . . or a baseball bat.” She started to move away, not wanting to lead Faith on too much.



However, the brunette had other plans as she pulled Buffy back and held onto her even tighter. “Nuh-uh. You’re not goin’ anywhere, princess. Besides . . . the way you woke me up? Didn’t suck. I can definitely get used to that.”



“Oooooooh. I am SO gonna break you before these 10 days are over.” Buffy taunted.



“What?” Faith asked, eyebrows furrowed.



“I’m gonna break you.” Buffy answered nonchalantly. “ ‘Mrs. I-Don’t-Do-the-Relationship-Thing’ is suddenly taking a liking to the cuddling and butterfly kisses. You’re going down, Faith. After next Saturday, you’re NEVER gonna want to let this go. I can just see it now.”



Faith scoffed.



“Whatever, B. Unlike some people I know, I’m gonna let whatever happens happen, and I won’t fight what feels right.”



Buffy caught what Faith was hinting at. She knew that Faith was hard to resist, and she knew that she wanted her almost as much as the other girl wanted her back. ‘Damn these inhibitions’ she thought. ‘It’s okay – I’ll get past them. Just another day or two, and you’ll be able to get what you want without feeling so weird about it. Just give yourself a little more time to adjust.’



She was about to speak again, but Faith beat her to the punch.



“Oh, and B? The thing about me ‘going down’? You just say when and where, blondie, and I will gladly ‘go down’. GLADLY.” She waggled her eyebrows at the now blushing blonde.



Buffy gave a hesitant smile, feeling just a tad bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. She started to get up once again, realizing that she wanted to shower, eat, and get a little bit of studying done before class. After all, she never got around to doing any homework the night before.



Once again, Faith stopped her from moving.



“Wait. Where d’ya thing you’re goin’ B?”



“Faith,” Buffy began, “I have classes today. YOU have classes today. And if I recall correctly, neither one of us got any homework done last night. Now, come on, let’s got.” She started to get up, only to be pulled down yet again.



“Nuh-uh, B.” Faith said sleepily, closing her eyes. “We’re takin’ the day off, and we’re gonna spend all day in bed. Order Chinese, watch some old movies, sleep, and maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll let me cop a feel before the day’s through.”



Buffy laughed.



“First and foremost, I’m not ditching classes so you can ‘cop a feel’. Secondly, we can’t stay in all day; with the amount of nasties you fought last night, I definitely think patrolling is in order. We should also stop by Giles’ and report it to him. Also . . .”



“Arghhhhhh.” Faith groaned, pushing Buffy away. “Okay, okay, I get the friggin picture. Class good. Slaying good. Sleeping bad. Copping a feel definitely bad. Now, go take your shower so I can fall back to sleep in peace. I don’t have class till noon, so get the hell out.” She said playfully.



“Yes, dear.” Buffy quirkily responded. She leaned in for one last kiss, surprising Faith when she snuck her tongue in her mouth and kissed her deeply. She didn’t want to admit it to herself . . . but she was definitely getting to love the simple ‘feel’ of Faith, whether it be lying next to her in bed or giving her a kiss.



Just as Faith was starting to get into it, Buffy pulled back and walked across the room to her closet. Faith sat there dazed, watching Buffy as she gathered up a fresh outfit.



“What was that for?” Faith asked, not know what else to say.



Buffy just sent her in innocent glare as she peeked over her shoulder. “Just a little something to get you through the day.” She winked before walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.



Faith grunted as she lay back on the bed, covering her face with the blanket.



“Tease.” She huskily mumbled under her breath, quickly falling back asleep.




Almost the whole day had passed and the two slayers hadn’t run into one another even once.



Buffy attended her morning and afternoon classes, then spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening in the computer lab typing a paper.



Faith had slept till 11:00am, giving her only enough time to get dressed and get something to eat before her afternoon classes. After her classes had finished, she headed off to her part-time job as a life-guard in the Student Athletic Center.



At about 7:30pm, Buffy returned to the empty dorm room. She decided to try to get in some study time before her roommate came home and distracted her. Strangely enough, she had missed the brunette during the day, and the very thought of that made her smile. She couldn’t help but think, ‘Mmmm . . . distraction by Faith.’ However, she quickly pushed the thoughts out of her mind, sitting down at her desk and opening up her books to read.



After about a half-hour had passed, Buffy began to feel a familiar tingle. She smiled, knowing that Faith must be in the area, making her way back towards the room.



Not more that a minute had passed when Buffy heard the door open. She looked up to see Faith walk in, a semi-disturbed look on her face.



“Hey . . . what’s up?” Buffy asked with concern. She could tell that something was wrong right off the bat. Then she looked down and saw a large scrape on the brunette’s hand. “What happened?” She asked, walking over and inspecting the injury.



“I was just walkin’ back from the Athletic Center and I was caught off-guard by 2 vamps. I wasn’t expectin’ an attack cuz the sun had just set like 2 minutes before. But these two fuck-heads come tearin’ outta the park and ambush me. Needless to say, the vamps are no more, but they got a few good licks in before I dusted ‘em. We better head out to G-man’s and fill him in.”



She started walking towards the door but was held back by the blonde. She turned and raised a questioning eyebrow.



“Wait. Faith, we’ve gotta clean that scrape up and cover it before we go out. All you need is to get some dirt or vamp dust in it and then get a nasty infection.” She started to pull Faith towards the bathroom, but the brunette pulled away.



Faith knew that Buffy was just trying to show concern, but she couldn’t let the other girl touch her right now. She had just had a good slay, and she was definitely feeling the aftereffects. Even the feeling of Buffy’s hand on hers was driving her insane, and she didn’t think she’d be able to control herself.



“B . . . I’m fine. It’s a scrape. Slayer healin’ already kicked in . . . ya won’t even be able to see it by tomorrow. So, come on, let’s motorvate.”



Buffy pouted. “Hmph. No boyfriend of mine has ever rejected my T.L.C. before. I’m just tryin’ to be a good girlfriend.”



Faith laughed. “B, I would definitely love some of your T.L.C., and playing ‘Doctor’ with you is definitely on the top of my list. But unless you wanna spend all night gettin’ ravished, I think we’ve got bigger things to deal with right now.”



“Fine.” Buffy stated with a childish tone. “But if your hand gets all infected and icky, don’t expect me to hold it when we walk across campus.” She grabbed her jacket and headed towards the door.



“I’ll remember that.” Faith joked. She grabbed Buffy’s hand as the girl passed her by and looked into her face. “But thanks for the offer. Maybe another time, yeah?” She leaned in and gave Buffy a quick, hard kiss before pulling away quickly and walking out the door.



Buffy stood there dazed, trying to figure out why Faith was acting so weird. ‘Ohh! She just slayed, and she’s feeling the hornies.’ She thought. Then a small smile crept up on her face. ‘Awww . . . she’s trying to behave herself. No wonder she doesn’t want me touching her.’



With those thoughts in mind, she virtually skipped out of the room after Faith, practically melting at the humor and cuteness’ of the situation.




The two Slayers walked to Giles’ apartment, practically silent the whole way. Buffy thought it would be fun to play a little ‘game’, whereby she would try to hold Faith’s hand or touch the girl, just to rile her up and make her squirm. It was fun to watch ‘Big Bad Faith’ buckle under a little bit of pressure.



Several times, Faith had spouted random phrases like, “B, would ya quit it?!?” or “Come on, cut it out already!” and even, “If you don’t stop with the bad touching, I’m gonna push you into an alley and have my naughty way with you. No time like the present for a little ‘Want Take Have’.”



Buffy had laughed at all of Faith’s outbursts. That is, except for the last one, which had actually convinced her to put an end to her little ‘game’. She could see that Faith was getting more and more edgy and tense, and that it was only going to get worse without a release and with her own relentless flirting.



After about a 15-minute walk, they finally arrived at Giles’. After giving him a brief rundown of the prior night’s activity and of the jump in activity so early tonight, they anxiously awaited some sort of worried response from him.



Instead, they got a very nonchalant, “Well, of course. There’s a lunar eclipse on Sunday. The days before are always bustling with vampiric activity. Surely you both know that.”



Buffy and Faith looked at each other embarrassedly. “Of course.” “Sure.” “Absolutely.” “Totally.”



With that out of the way, they made their way out of Giles’ apartment to patrol, laughing as soon as they were out of his range.



“I can’t believe we missed that little factoid.” Buffy laughed.



“I know!” Faith replied. “ I feel like a complete fuckin moron. Isn’t stuff like that supposed to be instinctual for us?”



“Yeah!” Buffy laughed. “Guess we’ve just been too wrapped up in other stuff to pay attention.” She slowed down a bit, trying to get the brunette to turn and look at her.



“Guess so.” Faith replied, suddenly getting quiet.



“Faith?” Buffy asked quietly.



But before the brunette could respond, she was blindsided by a vamp that had been hiding behind a tree. He caught her off-guard and pushed her to the ground, but her reflexes caught up quickly and she managed to jolt him into the air with her legs. Taking advantage of the moment, Faith flipped and sprang to her feet, stake in hand.



“What, no sarcastic banter or threats before the big brawl?” She asked down at the vamp who was struggling to get back on his feet. “Hey, no problem for me. Let’s me get right in for the kill . . . no teasing, no playing. A girl could get used to this.”



She lunged forward at the vamp, hitting him full force with a combo of jabs and high kicks. The vamp was again momentarily dazed by her assault, so she turned to look for her sister-slayer. She spotted her several yards away, fighting off one of her own vamps. Seeing as that Buffy seemed to be holding her own ground, Faith turned back to finish off her own baddie.



Not wanting to play around anymore, she went right for the kill. With a swift plunge of her stake, the vamp was dust and Faith began to casually walk back towards Buffy.



She paused when she got closer, taking in the sight before her. Buffy had the upper hand and was easily landing blow after blow on the dazed vamp. She watched as the vamp fell back, trying to make a hasty retreat, and as Buffy stalked his clumsy form in a predatory fashion.



She had always loved to watch her sister-slayer fight. It seemed like one of the most natural, beautiful things that she had ever seen: the way her movements blended together so fluidly, they way she would unconsciously twitch in anticipation of the next move, the way she focused entirely on her chore at hand . . . it just captivated Faith entirely. Another unfortunate side effect? It completely turned the dark slayer on.



After watching the fight for what felt like a moment too long, Faith finally lowered her gaze and went to lean against a nearby tree. She knew that she shouldn’t let herself get too riled up, because tonight was sure to be a repeat of the night before: she’d be wicked horny, Buffy would lead her on a bit, but as soon as she started getting into it, she’d be pushed away. Not that she didn’t like making out with the blonde . . . but she questioned the level of self-restraint that she had over herself and she didn’t want to make any big mistakes. She wanted to be strong.



A moment or two later, she heard the familiar ‘poof’ sound, indicating that Buffy had indeed won her battle. The little blonde came skipping over, excited at the rush that she had got from the fight.



“Man!” Did you see that vamp? He was ‘Mr. Big Nasty’ . . . until I kicked him in the head a few times. Then he was all ‘please don’t kill me, I’m really a nice guy’, and he even tried to run away!” She noticed that the brunette wouldn’t meet her gaze. She furrowed her eyebrows. “How was your fight?”



“Quick and easy, B.” Faith said, eyes down.



“Faith? Why won’t you look at me? Did I do something wrong?” Buffy asked, placing a gentle hand on Faith’s arm.



The brunette jumped at the contact and quickly stepped away.



“It’s not you, Buffy, it’s me. I’m all anxious and on-edge from the fight. Yunno . . . hungry and horny. You’ve made it perfectly fuckin clear that you’re not ready, and I’m really tryin’ to respect that. But if I look at you right now or if I let you touch me? It’s outta my hands, I won’t be able to control it. So . . . yeah.” Faith answered, sounding frustrated but shy at the same time.



“Oh. Okay.” Buffy responded, feeling a little dejected. “I guess we should just finish patrol then.” She began to walk away.



Faith sighed, knowing that she had probably just hurt or pissed off the other girl. “Buffy . . . wait up.” She ran and caught up with the blonde, still avoiding her gaze. She tucked her hands in her coat pockets, trying to keep them from reaching out to touch the other girl.



“Listen, B: I don’t want ya to feel bad ‘bout it, ‘kay? It’s my problem, and I’ll deal.” She paused. “This is a challenge for me too. I’m not used to using self-restraint and not takin’ what I so obviously want. I don’t mind givin’ you time, but I need you to be patient with me too, cuz I really am tryin to do good here. I might act a little distant every now and then when I’m tryin’ to control myself, but I’m just tryin’ to respect your wishes. Okay?”



Buffy smiled.



“Okay, Faith.” She responded gently. What she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around the other girl and give her a soft kiss, but she knew that it would only make the current situation worse.



Oddly enough, Buffy was starting to miss the ‘feel’ of Faith. The day before had been filled with kisses and cuddling galore . . . and she liked it. They had shared only a few small kisses earlier that morning, but then had spent the whole day apart. And now that Faith was by her side, the girl was trying to keep her distance.



Still, Buffy knew that she had to respect Faith in the same way that girl was doing for her. She’d behave until she knew she could give Faith more . . . and she feared that time was approaching all too soon. Just recently, she had finally admitted to feeling the ‘hungry and horny’ part of slaying. And now? She had just had a wicked good slay. ‘Maybe Faith won’t have to wait as long as I thought’ Buffy mused.




The rest of the patrol had been pretty active, between the two of them, Buffy and Faith had dusted over a dozen vamps. They had tried to avoid any physical contact with one another and had been quite successful in that endeavor.



That is, until their last few moments before returning to their dorm.



Just as they were walking across campus, 2 large vamps came barreling at them out of nowhere. Faith was instantly knocked down but the vamp had managed to fall square on her stake, dusting himself upon impact.



She looked up just in time to see the second vamp get the upper hand and knock Buffy roughly to the ground, laughing as he stood above her. Between Faith’s adrenaline rush and seeing Buffy knocked to the ground, she had reached her breaking point.



Just as the vamp was bout to pounce on the dazed blonde, Faith jumped on his back and began pummeling him roughly from behind. She beat him mercilessly, stopping only when he fell to his knees on the brink of passing out.



She hopped off of his back and stepped around to his front, grabbing his face and making him look up at her. “You don’t ever get to touch her again, fuckface. Burn in hell.” She said through gritted teeth as she rammed her stake through his chest. Before the dust settled, Faith was at Buffy’s side, checking her over.



“You alright?”



Buffy shook her head to regain some clarity. “Yeah . . . he got me really good. I’m just a bit dizzy is all.”



Faith stood up and offered her hand to the girl, abandoning her earlier efforts to avoid physical contact. This was different . . . Buffy needed her help.



Buffy looked up and after a slight pause, she grabbed Faith’s hand. Faith hadn’t yet some down from her adrenaline rush, so when she pulled, Buffy came flying up and landed in her embrace, their faces only inches apart.



Suddenly, both girls seemed to be breathing really heavy, unable to pull their eyes away from one another.



“Faith . . .” Buffy whispered leaning in, brushing her lips ever so softly against Faith’s before pulling back just the slightest bit.



“Yeah?” Faith whispered back, copying Buffy’s feather-soft kiss.



“What . . . what if we start this and I spaz or we get interrupted . . . what if something stops us and I can’t get ‘it’ back?”



Faith hesitated for a moment before finally whispering, “I don’t . . . I . . .oh, fuck it.” She closed the short distance and captured Buffy’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Buffy immediately parted her lips and Faith took full advantage, plunging her tongue in, letting the other girl brutally suck on it.



It seemed as if neither girl could get enough of one another. Hands were exploring, chests where heaving, lips, tongues, and teeth were in contact. No doubt, they were feeling the aftereffects of slaying, but there was something more to it too. For Buffy, it was simply the ‘feel’ of Faith that she had been craving since that morning, and for Faith, it was the ‘feel’ of Buffy that she felt she had been waiting for her whole life.



However, the moment didn’t last too long as a group of frat boys went walking past, stopping to whistle and holler provocative comments.



Buffy began to tense up, and Faith immediately felt it.



“Ignore them, B.” Faith said against the girls’ mouth.



The guys kept up their antics, and Buffy slowly stopped responding to Faith’s advance.



Faith shook her head. “No. Nuh-uh. Hold on to this feelin’, B . . . don’t lose it. Just . . . fuck it. Ignore those assholes. We’ll just head back to our room and go from there, ‘kay?” Faith asked excitedly.



“Okay.” Buffy stated shyly, grabbing onto Faith’s hand.



Faith practically ran across the campus, dragging Buffy along with her. She figured that if she could get Buffy to ‘keep’ the feeling and could get her back to their room in time, they’d be able to get down and dirty. Still, she had to keep’s the blonde’s attention focused for the moment.



When they passed by a secluded little wooded area, Faith grabbed Buffy and pushed her up against a tree, instantly beginning to devour the other girls’ mouth. Buffy moaned into the kiss, putting her hands behind Faith’s neck to pull the girl even closer.



“You still feelin’ it, B?” Faith mumbled against Buffy’s mouth. She took that moment to press her hip against Buffy’s center, grinding roughly against the other girl.



Buffy’s breath hitched. “Ah . . . I’m definitely feeling something.”



“Good.” Faith replied, her voice husky with desire. “Let’s get this back to our room and finish what we started. No distractions, I promise.”



And once again, the girls were off at a quick pace across campus, giggling a bit along the way.




Back at the room, the door burst in with a sudden crash.



After having made out in the stairwell of their dormitory for a few minutes, the two girls finally arrived at the door to their room. After a minute of frantically searching their pockets, both of them realized that they had forgotten their keys. Buffy offered to go to the R.A. so he could let them in, but Faith quickly put a stop to that idea. She didn’t want Buffy to get out of ‘the mood’.



So, she did the next best thing she could think of.



She reared back and kicked the door in, her hornies winning out over her common sense.



“Faith!” Buffy exclaimed, staring disbelievingly at the younger girl.



“What?” Faith asked innocently. “I’m not about to let a little setback like this break the mood, B. Just keep feelin’ it. Look, we’re already back here, no distractions.”



Buffy glared between Faith and the broken door. “I’d say that’s a pretty big distraction, Mrs. Attention Span. I can’t believe you mpffh . . .”



Buffy’s protests were cut off when Faith covered the girls’ mouth with her own, hungrily kissing her while walking into her room. Buffy soon forgot what she was complaining about and anxiously responded to Faith’s advances.



‘God bless these post-slayage hornies.’ Faith thought.



As they passed the threshold, Faith caught the broken door with her foot and kicked it, making it jam into the door frame with a loud ‘thunk’ noise. Still, she was determined to get the bashful brunette to the bed, alternating between kissing her jaw-line and sucking on her neck along the way. When they finally reached Buffy’s bed, the two girls fell onto it, Buffy onto her back with Faith lying on top of her.



The two girls scooted so that they were lying along the length of the bed. Buffy had both of her arms wrapped tightly around Faith, sliding her hands under the brunette’s shirt to feel the soft texture of her skin.



Faith took that as a sign that she could move things along a bit. She nudged Buffy’s legs apart and slid her body in-between them, resting her full weight on Buffy’s lower half. She rocked just the slightest bit, causing a delicious friction directly on the blonde’s already stimulated clit, causing Buffy to suck in her breath.



“Oh fuck..” Buffy breathlessly moaned, throwing her head back.



Faith grinned. She loved the little whimpers and faces that Buffy was making, and her goal simply became to get a lot more of the little noises out of the usually reserved blonde.



With that in mind she began to grind just a little harder, watching the other girls’ face the entire time.



“Does that feel good, B?” Faith asked huskily, leaning in for a quick lick on the girls’ neck.



“Oh god, yeah.” Buffy responded, eyes clenched shut as she focused on her pleasure.



Faith smiled. “Can you imagine how fuckin good it would feel without our clothes in the way?”



“Mmmmm.” Buffy responded, barely capable of making words.



“Then how ‘bout we get rid of ‘em?” Faith asked, thrusting herself forward quickly, making the other girl gasp.



“I . . .I . . .Faith, I want . . .” She was broken off when the phone rang.



“Fuck! Dammit! Shit!” Faith yelled, pulling up just a little to look down at the blonde.



Buffy had a look on her face . . . a cross between shy, annoyed, scared, regret, and confusion. Faith’s eyes got big when she saw it.



“No! Don’t lose it, B. Keep goin’ with it . . . just . . . just ignore the phone. Let the machine get it.”



“Okay.” Buffy answered shyly.



The two girls slowly began to kiss again, both trying to ignore the sound of the phone ringing, then of the answering machine picking up.



‘Hi, you’ve reached Buffy and Faith. Press 1 to leave a message for Buffy. Press 2 to leave a message for Faith. Press 3 if you need someone to save the world, and just hang up if you’re a telemarketer . . . we don’t want your magazines or your insurance.’ Beep.



‘Hey Buffy, it’s Willow. I just saw you and Faith walking into your building looking all snuggly-wuggly.” Buffy froze and Faith groaned. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing? Do I need to keep hanging up and calling back? Do I really need to put you through that, Buff? Hellloooooooooo? . . . ‘



After realizing that the red-head wasn’t going to relent, Buffy finally sighed.



“Faith . . . I’ve gotta answer that. Get up a little.” She said softly, feeling bad to put the brunette through this. Faith groaned again before half-rolling off of the girl, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the scream that she let out. Buffy, in the meanwhile, picked up the phone.



“Hi Will . . . yeah, we’re here . . . no, we just got in . . . what? I’m not breathing heavy . . . okay, I am, but that’s cuz I heard the phone ring from down the hall and ran to get it . . . don’t worry Willow, we’re not . . . . yeah, I know it’s kinda soon . . . yeah, I know . . . okay, bye Will.”



She hung up the phone and laid back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling while panting just a little. Faith didn’t make a move to get off of her just yet.



Suddenly, Faith mumbled into the pillow, “It’s gone, isn’t it?”



“Yeah . . . yeah it is.” Buffy stated, sounding a bit defeated and disappointed.



Faith sighed into the pillow. “Figures.” She began to get up from the bed, needing to get as far away from the other girl before she couldn’t control herself anymore.



“Where are you going?” Buffy asked quickly, her voice shy and quiet. She knew she had to stop their little ‘display’, but she didn’t want Faith to go away. She still missed the ‘feel’.



“To bed, B. It’s late.” Faith answered quickly in an annoyed tone.



Buffy grabbed her hand trying to stop her from leaving. “You . . . you can stay here with me.” She said sheepishly, indicating a spot next to her on the bed.



“No . . . I really can’t B. I’ve got a little problem I gotta take care of, and my self-control flew out the window about 10 minutes ago, so, again . . . I really can’t.”



Buffy watched as Faith stalked across the room, turning out the light on her way. She could see Faith’s figure in the dark, stripping off her clothes just before she jumped into bed.



She felt bad that Faith had to go through another frustrating night, and she felt bad that she was leading her on. But until Willow had called, she was really feeling okay with the directions in which things were headed. But the call had served as an un-welcomed distraction, and now Faith was ‘suffering’ as a result.



Buffy slipped off of her bed and grabbed a pair of pajamas before heading into the bathroom to wash up for the night. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and put on her clean pajamas before turning out the bathroom light and heading out into the room.



When she walked into the room, it was completely dark, but she could tell exactly what was going on. ‘Slayer senses, gotta love ‘em’. She knew right away that Faith was laying in her own bed, taking care of her ‘problem’ by herself.



She felt a little bad, like she should give the brunette some privacy, but it was a situation that they had come across before. Sometimes, the post-slayage hornies gotta be taken care of, no matter when or where.



Quietly, Buffy made her way to her bed and lay down, hoping to quickly fall asleep.



But she couldn’t. She could hear the small gasps and rough breathing of the brunette, and she could smell her arousal in the air. She could see the rough outline of Faith’s body in the dim moonlight of the room, and she could see the small writhing movements that the girl was making.



Suddenly, Buffy felt like her senses we on overload. The smell, the sound, the sight . . . hell, she could almost taste the sex in the air. The only thing she was missing was the touch, and that’s what her body was telling her she wanted the most of all.



With complete and utter stealth, she got up from her bed and crossed the room, standing next to the other girls’ bed while glancing down at her.



Faith hadn’t noticed the blonde standing there because her eyes had been clenched together so tightly. Only when she felt her bed sink down a little did she finally open her eyes in shock.



“B?!? What are you doin?” Faith asked breathlessly, her voice just above a whisper.



“Shhhhh.” Was all that Buffy relied, slipping onto the bed next to Faith. She kept her gaze fixed upon the brunette until she leaned in and began to sensually kiss the other girl, sucking on her bottom lip and finally her tongue after a few moments.



Faith had slowed the movement of her had under the covers, shocked by Buffy’s sudden presence next to her. Only when she felt the blonde’s hand cover her own did she start to move it again.



Buffy held onto Faith’s hand as the brunette began the movements again, rubbing herself in the same way as before. As Faith tried to increase the tempo, Buffy would hold her back and try to keep some of the control.



Faith audibly moaned into the other girls’ mouth as Buffy began to add more pressure to Faith’s hand, thereby increasing the pressure on the brunette’s hard clit.



“Oh shit.” Faith exclaimed, arching her back of the bed as she felt herself starting to come. She chose that moment to be a little naughty, and she completely stilled her hand, waiting for the blonde to make the next move.



After a moment passed like that, Buffy realized what Faith was doing: she was waiting for Buffy to call the next shot. With a smile on her face, she grabbed onto Faith’s hand even tighter and began to move it at a frantic pace against the girls’ engorged clit, pushing harder and harder until she heard the girl come with a loud grunt, then felt the girl go limp in her arms.



Faith came down from her temporary high a few minutes later. She finally unclenched her eyes and looked up to find two sparkling green eyes looking down at her.



“Hey.” Buffy whispered, placing a feather-light kiss on the brunette’s forehead.



“Hey.” Faith replied with a smirk. “Umm . . . thanks.” She said, suddenly shy.



“My pleasure.” Buffy whispered, a gentle smile on her face. “So . . . can we sleep in the same bed now? Maybe get some slayer cuddles?”



Faith softly laughed. “Yeah . . . I guess we can.”


Buffy slid down and snuggled against the girl, her breathing becoming slower almost immediately.


“’Night, Buffy.” Faith said softly, wrapping her arms around the girl.


“Goodnight, Faith.” Buffy mumbled, completely content and relaxed lying in the arms of her sister-slayer.


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