Buffy awoke to the feeling of Faith’s soft lips placing kisses on the corner of her mouth. Her smile alerted the other girl that she was awake.
“Mornin’, B.” Faith said in an all-too-chipper tone, moving her lips over just a bit so that now her kisses were landing directly on Buffy’s slightly parted lips.
“Mmmm . . . that’s got to be the best ‘good morning’ I’ve ever gotten.” Buffy replied sleepily, breaking away from Faith but holding the girls’ face close.
“Really?” Faith asked excitedly, bordering between proud and cocky.
“Yep. The only thing that would make it better would be . . . some breakfast in bed to accompany it. Mmm . . . bacon and eggs, toast, home fries, and orange juice. Oh! And strawberry jelly for the toast. That, along with some Faith smoochies, would equal the best ‘good morning’ ever.”
Faith smiled. “Okay, I’ll remember that. In the meanwhile, you sit tight. Sleep in; it’s still early, about 9:00. It’s Saturday and we don’t have any good reasons to leave the room until at least the late afternoon. I gotta run a small errand but I’ll be back in less than an hour, and I have every intention of crawlin’ back in bed with you and bein’ bums all afternoon.”
She planted one last kiss on the blonde’s lips and hopped out of bed, pulling on a nearby pair of track pants and a sweatshirt before making her way out of the room.
She was surprised that her nakedness hadn’t freaked the other girl out, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She had something else she had to take care of first.
Buffy rolled over onto her side, making herself comfortable in Faith’s bed. She inhaled deeply and took in the scent surrounding her. The crimson-colored sheets and pillow smelled like Faith’s perfume – Deep Red by Hugo Boss. It was like Faith . . . spicy and exotic, and completely intoxicating. She closed her eyes and continued breathing in the scent, and before she knew it she was asleep again.
About 45 minutes later, Faith came prancing into the room, a definite bounce in her step. Her arms were loaded with various bags and packages, products of her morning errands. She tried to be as quiet as possible when she saw the blonde sleeping, but between the rustling of the bags and the sound of the broken door ‘thunking’ shut, Buffy woke up and turned to see what the distraction was.
“Hey.” Faith said with a big smile, showing off her dimples. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake ya. I’m about as graceful as an elephant in a China Shop.”
Buffy laughed. “No, it’s okay. I should probably be getting up anyways. It’s gotta be late by now, and I should probably take a shower cuz I think I’m a little gamey from last night. Besides that, I’m hungry.”
She began to lift the blankets off of herself, but Faith interrupted her.
“Uh uh uh, little B. First and foremost, ya don’t stink, so no shower yet. As for hungry, I’ve got it covered.” She held up 2 of the bags. “Breakfast in bed and various sources of entertainment. We officially have no reason to leave the room. That is . . . until I gotta go to work at 3:00.”
Buffy stared disbelievingly at Faith as the other girl pulled a chair over next to the bed and started placing the contents of the bags on it. When all was said and done and the contents were displayed on the chair, Buffy smiled. Faith had gone out and bought several breakfast specials from a diner just off of campus. There were enough eggs, bacon, toast, home fries, and even pancakes to feed a small army. There was also 2 cups of coffee, 2 large mochas, 2 glasses of orange juice, and a carton of chocolate milk.
Just when Buffy thought the surprises were over, Faith brought out another bag. She reached her hand in and removed a wide array of DVDs and magazines.
Faith smiled as she watched Buffy search through the items like a kid in a candy store. She couldn’t wait to get back into bed with the blonde for a little of the cuddling action. It was hard for her to believe that in less that 3 days, she had already been transformed into a ‘cuddler’. She began to get undressed, keeping on only a small tank top and her underwear before crouching between the bed and the chair.
“So, whattaya say, B? Which movie d’ya wanna watch? Breakfast Club, License to Drive, The Goonies, Sixteen Candles, Scream, or The Lost Boys?”
Buffy smiled, finally meeting Faith’s gaze.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me. And in only 45 minutes, no less. Is it because you had a ‘good’ night?” Buffy asked, waggling her eyebrows in a Faith-like manner, then indicated towards “The Goonies” DVD.
Faith chuckled as she grabbed the DVD and crossed the room, turning on the TV and putting the DVD in. “That mighta had a little bit to do with it. But, I kinda just wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. See ya smile, get to spend the day in bed with ya . . . figured it would all be worth it.”
She turned to see Buffy staring at her with a truly genuine smile on her face.
“Come here.” Buffy said with a smile, holding the sheets up for Faith to crawl under.
“Yes m’am!” Faith beamed as she kicked up her legs a little before running to the bed and hopping in.
Her body half-flopped onto Buffy’s and the blonde immediately caught her lips in a sweet kiss. Faith wriggled around a little, loving the contact that the older girl was letting her have, especially in her half-naked form.
After a moment, Buffy pulled back but kept her hands buried in Faith’s hair. She held Faith’s head in front of hers so that they made close eye contact.
“I just want to say . . . thank you.” Buffy said kind of shyly. “No one has ever brought me breakfast in bed, and no one ever remembers all of my favorite movies, let alone rents them all for me. So . . .” she planted a quick kiss on Faith’s lips, “thank you again.”
“No problem.” Faith stated sincerely, stealing one more quick kiss before moving off the blonde. “Okay, let’s see. Movie: check. Bed: check. Now let’s get to breakfast.”
She pulled the chair closer to the bed and started handing random containers to Buffy. After picking out what they wanted, the two girls sat up and began their little feast.
They spent the rest of the morning and the better part of the afternoon like that, nibbling on the food and watching the DVD’s that Faith had brought home. They alternated between sitting up and cuddling up against one another, stealing kisses and tickling one another occasionally.
At about 2:30, Faith regretfully had to get up and go to work. Seeing as that she only had to work until about 9:00, the two Slayers planned some evening activities. Faith would return to the dorm by 9:15 and shower and get ready. Then they’d head off to the campus bar to see Xander for awhile, hopefully scoring a free drink or two while there. After that, they’d do a quick patrol, and then they’d follow up the evening with a trip to The Bronze to do some dancing and drinking.
The plan was set and the two Slayers finally parted ways, both greatly anticipating the evening that lay before them.
As planned, Faith returned at the room at 9:15. She showered and got ready, letting her long dark hair hang wildly over her shoulder and back. She wore her trademark black leather pants and a backless black shirt that tied around her waist and neck, leaving her bellybutton and back completely exposed.
“Nice.” Buffy purred as she watched Faith’s reflection in the mirror.
Faith turned back to look at the blonde who was wearing a red tank-top that zipped up the front and a pair of tight, boot-cut black jeans that left very little to the imagination. Her make-up was done like she had worn it the day before: smoked-out eyes and the ‘Harlot’ lipstick.
“Likewise.” Faith replied as she checked out the other girl.
After a few more minutes of last-minute adjustments, the two Slayers grabbed their jackets and left their room, both making sure that they had their keys tucked safely away this time.
After a 10-minute walk, the two girls arrived at the campus bar. They walked in and were immediately greeted by Willow and Tara who were seated at the bar, talking to Xander.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Xander asked, immediately handing a beer to Faith and a fruity concoction to Buffy.
“Just stoppin’ by before patrol, hopin’ to score some free drinks from our favorite bartender.” Faith replied, holding up her beer to Xander before taking a long swig.
“Oh, I bet you say that to all the bartenders.” Xander joked.
Faith laughed. “Yeah, I do. But I only mean it when I say it to you, Xan-man.”
About an hour passed as the five friends talked and shared a few drinks. The bar was fairly slow with only a few groups of people scattered around the bar, so Xander actually got to spend some time with the girls.
Faith and Xander were engulfed in a conversation discussing the merits modern video games versus classis video games. Buffy, Tara, and Willow were clustered together having their own random conversation.
Suddenly, Faith felt cold and kind of alone. Not that she wasn’t enjoying her conversation with Xander, but after spending a day cuddling with Buffy, she missed the feel of the blonde girl.
As if it were nothing, Faith walked up behind Buffy and wrapped her hands around the girl from behind, resting her chin on the girls’ shoulder. She expected the girl to tense up under the watchful eyes of her friends, but just the opposite happened: Buffy relaxed and leaned back into the embrace. Faith figured that it probably had a lot to do with the lack of crowds of people gawking at them, and also that her friends already knew about the challenge, so she wouldn’t have to explain it.
“Hey.” She said huskily, placing a small kiss on the girls’ cheek.
“Hey.” Buffy responded with a smile, placing her arms over Faith’s.
“You ready for a quick patrol? Get it outta the way then head to The Bronze?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Buffy responded grabbing Faith’s hand, getting ready to leave the bar.
“Leaving already?” Willow asked.
“Duty calls.” Buffy answered truthfully. “We’re probably gonna head to the Bronze afterwards, so, if you guys want to meet up, give us about two hours.”
With that, the two Slayers said good bye to their friends and made their way out of the bar.
The two Slayers entered the very-crowded Bronze about an hour later having ended their patrol early. After having dusted about 6 vamps each in that one short hour, they figured that they deserved the rest of the evening to unwind and have some fun.
They were also hoping to dance off some of the sexual energy that they had gotten from their active patrol.
Before even hitting the dance floor, Faith led Buffy to the bar by the hand and ordered 6 shots of Jack Daniels and 2 beers.
Buffy just shot her a look when she ordered.
“What?” Faith asked with a smile, trying her best to sound innocent.
“Six shots, Faith? Isn’t that a little much for you to start with?” Buffy asked, eyebrows raised.
“Nah, not really, seein’ as that 3 are for you, princess.” She flashed a large smile, displaying the dimples that she knew the other girl had a soft spot for.
“Ughh, Faith, you know that Jack and I are not on speaking terms, not since the last encounter with him that you forced on me.”
“Well, it’s already paid for, B. Might as well just knock ‘em back with me. Look, I even got ya a nice beer chaser.”
“Faaaaaaaaith.” Buffy whined, pulling on the brunette’s arm. “Can’t I do something less . . . caustic, something that tastes less like battery acid? Ooh! How about some Tequila Rose or Baja Luna? I’ll do 3 shots of those!”
Faith began lining up the shots and the beers in front of them, not even paying attention to Buffy’s complaints. She could clearly see that Buffy had put on her patented pout out of the corner of her eye, so she refused to raise her eyes to the other girl.
“Faaaaaaaaith? Why won’t you look at me?”
Faith laughed, keeping her eyes on what she was doing.
“Cuz I know you put on that cute little pout and that you’re gonna try and ‘cute’ your way outta this. I’m not fallin’ for it, blondie.” She finished lining up the drinks and she indicated to Buffy that they were ready. “Come on, B. Bottoms up.”
Buffy scoffed. “Fine. You win. But just remember, you’re taking care of me if I start turning inside out tonight.”
“Deal. Ready?”
Buffy just nodded.
“Alright. When I say 3, go. Ready? Three.”
Simultaneously, the girls lifted and slammed down their first, second, and then third shot. Faith casually turned around and eyed up the dance floor while Buffy choked and spluttered next to her.
“Blehhhhhhck! Yuck, that’s horrible, Faith! How could you possibly enjoy that stuff? Yiiiiiiiiick.” She grabbed her beer and took a long swig.
“Mother’s milk, B.” Faith said with a smirk. She turned her back to the bar and leaned up against it.
“You ready for another round yet?” She asked, already knowing that the answer was ‘no’.
“Are you kidding me? I’m still working on keeping the first round down.”
Faith smiled victoriously.
“Well, this is a bar, B. If we’re not drinkin’, we’re dancin’. Come on!”
She grabbed Buffy’s hand and led her to the dance floor. There was a DJ playing, and he was playing good dancing music . . . loud, hard, driving beats. When the two girls walked onto the packed dance floor, the song was just changing. The new song that came on was “#1 Crush” by Garbage.
“I love this song!” Faith screamed out over the loud music, moving her hips back and forth to the music and running her hands through her hair.
She noticed that Buffy looked a little lost in the crowd, so she promptly put her hands on the blonde’s hips and pulled her close, moving in synchronicity with her. Seeing that Buffy looked a little hesitant, Faith yelled, “Just close your eyes and feel the music, B. Block everything else out.”
Buffy obeyed and closed her eyes, letting Faith lead her to the tempo of the song. After a moment or two, she completely relaxed into Faith and a small smile appeared on her face. She raised her arms up in the air, letting them drop onto the other girls’ shoulders after a minute or so.
“I think I’m starting to feel that Jack.” Buffy yelled, keeping her eyes closed.
“Nuh-uh.” Faith responded with a grin. “But you can start to feel ‘Faith’.” She said as she grabbed Buffy’s hands from her shoulders, slid them down her sides, and rested them on her ass.
Buffy’s eyes shot open and she gave Faith a dangerous glare, as if to say ‘not here’. Before she could say anything to convey the thought, Faith grabbed her chin and turned her head to look out onto the dance floor.
“Look, B. You’re not the only girl dancin’ with another girl. No one cares, so fuckin’ relax a little.”
Buffy looked at the many girl/girl and girl/boy/girl pairs on the floor. Not only did nobody seem to care, but nobody seemed to notice the two slayers at all.
She turned her gaze back to Faith and mouthed the words, ‘okay, I’m sorry’ while giving her ass a squeeze.
Faith jumped a little at the contact and then smiled. “Now that’s what I like to hear.” She winked at the blonde before settling back into the beat of the song.
The two girls began to dance closer and closer until every part of their bodies were in contact; thighs to thighs, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Neither girl could deny the look of pure lust in one another’s eyes, but they kept dancing despite the fact.
After several more minutes of bumping and grinding on the dance floor, Buffy leaned in and whispered, “I’m hot, and I’m kinda thirsty too. I think I need a drink.”
“Sounds good.” She grabbed Buffy’s hand and once again pulled her in the direction of the bar.
When they got to the bar, she turned to Buffy and asked, “So, same as before?” with a daring look on her face.
“Okay. I’m game.” Buffy replied, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.
Faith turned to the bartender and ordered the same thing they had earlier: 6 shots of Jack and 2 beers.
The bar area was extremely crowded. Buffy was pushed up against the bar by a group of people who were standing next to her, and Faith was pushed forward into the blonde by the people that were trying to get closer to the bar.
Buffy felt Faith press up against her back and a small chill ran throughout her body. She couldn’t help but feel Faith’s hard nipples pushed into her back, and it suddenly turned her on to no extent. She closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the contact, when she felt the other girls’ warm breath on her ear.
“I thought ya said you were hot, B, but wasn’t that a chill I just felt from ya?” Her voice was low and husky. She knew exactly what her closeness was doing to her sister-slayer, and she wanted to use it to her advantage.
“Yeah, well . . . the warm tingles from the Slayer-Connection definitely don’t suck.” Buffy stated, unconsciously leaning back into Faith’s body.
Faith smirked, loving the setup that the blonde had just given her.
“No, they don’t. But I do.” She said as she leaned in towards Buffy’s neck and gave it a sudden lick before beginning to lightly suck on it. She expected the other girl to resist so she was pleasantly surprised when Buffy seemed pretty relaxed.
‘Note to self: Buffy likes to have her neck licked and sucked. Do it MUCH more often.’ Faith thought.
“Mmmmmmm. Faith, that feels good.” Buffy said breathlessly as she brought up one hand and tangled it in Faith’s dark tresses.
‘Finally, she’s lettin’ go a little’. Faith thought. She slowly lifted her mouth from Buffy’s neck and began placing feather-light kisses from her jaw down to her shoulder-blade. “If you like that, you should feel what else my mouth can do.”
She felt Buffy shudder in her embrace. Just as she was about to spin the blonde around and claim her mouth, the bartender walked over with a bottle of Jack and began pouring the shots. He gave the girls a smile and a wink, not taking his eyes off of their little display for longer than a second at a time.
Faith smiled, knowing that his attention could work out to their benefit. She wrapped her arms around Buffy and interlocked them on the girls’ stomach as she continued to kiss along her shoulder and neck.
Seeing the bartender’s eyes drift down towards her hands, she slowly slid them under Buffy’s shirt and caressed her stomach softly, earning a small moan from the blonde in doing so. She kept her eyes focused on the bartender and smiled when she saw him accidentally overfill one of the shot glasses due to his lack of attention.
He shook his head slightly and slid the shot glasses over, wiping up the mess that he had left behind. “This round’s on me.” He said with a wink as he gave them one last look up and down before moving on to the next customer.
Buffy quickly spun in Faith’s arms so that she was facing the girl.
“And here I thought you couldn’t keep your hands off of me because I was irresistible, but it turns out you were just trying to score free drinks. I’m genuinely hurt, Faithy.” Buffy said playfully.
Faith pulled Buffy even closer so that their faces were mere inches apart. She gazed into Buffy’s emerald eyes before glancing down at her lips. “The drinks were just a bonus, B. You are pretty fuckin irresistible.”
Buffy could feel Faith’s warm breath against her face. She felt almost naked as the brunette stared at her mouth, looking like she was going to devour her at any moment.
However, Faith shook her head and smiled a little, glancing up to Buffy’s eyes.
“But . . . we still got these free drinks sittin’ here, so I say we take advantage of them.”
Without another word, Buffy spun again so that she was facing the bar. Before Faith could see what she was doing, Buffy had slammed down all 3 of her shots and was chasing them down with her beer.
“Damn, B! Couldn’t wait for me, could ya?” Faith laughed, reaching over Buffy’s shoulder and slamming her shots down just as quickly.
Before she could even get to her beer, she felt Buffy’s lips push against hers. After the initial shock wore off, she spun the blonde around to completely face her and kissed her back just as eagerly. She felt Buffy’s tongue sweep across her lips so she parted them, granting the other girls’ tongue instant access. The hoots and hollers of the guys around the bar didn’t even distract them, further proof that Buffy was finally shedding her inhibitions more and more.
Just then, and new song began to boom across the bar. Faith immediately recognized the song and smiled into the kiss, breaking the momentum that was building. She rested her forehead against Buffy’s and tried to catch her breath a little.
“This is my jam, B. Dance with me?” Faith asked breathlessly. The harsh sound of Rob Zombie’s “Living Dead Girl” surrounded the girls, causing them to slightly move against one another.
Buffy smiled as she slightly nodded, and in a flash they were off to the dance floor. They didn’t go to the middle of the floor as usual, but stayed on the outer perimeter near the side wall.
“I need to feel you against me.” Faith said huskily, pulling Buffy so her back was resting against her own chest.
Faith moved her body in time to the music, matching the beat perfectly. Buffy automatically followed her lead, closing her eyes and focusing on exactly where Faith's body was and matching her body to the brunette’s.
The music intensified as did their pace. Buffy instinctively moved back further into Faith and their warm bodies mingled together even more so.
Buffy closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Faith’s lithe and powerful body against her own. The way the brunette moved put Buffy in a state of ecstasy, and she didn't ever want the feeling to end. All thoughts of good and bad vanished from Buffy's mind, and the only thing left was the need to dance, the need to feel Faith's body against hers.
The song ended, and another started as Buffy spun around in Faith’s arms so they were facing each other. She draped her arms around the brunette’s neck, pulling her as close she could get.
When suddenly their eyes met, they both realized that it wasn’t enough anymore. Whether it was the alcohol, the music, the heat of the room, the post-slaying hornies or something else, they didn’t know and they didn’t care. The look of pure, unadulterated lust was shining in both of their eyes, and they knew there was no holding back anymore.
They began another long, passionate kiss, picking up where they left off at the bar.
Buffy wasn’t sure how it happened, but suddenly she felt her back being pressed into the wall and realized they weren’t on the dance floor anymore. She broke her lips away from Faith’s, throwing her head back in pleasure as the brunette continued to kiss and suck along her jaw and neck.
“Faith . . . oh god, Faith . . . you feel so good.” Buffy moaned. “I – I think we should get out of here.”
Faith pulled back so that her face was about an inch away from Buffy’s.
“What do you want, B?” Faith asked, desire filling her voice.
“I want you to take me home.” Buffy responded huskily, sending shivers down the other girls’ spine.
Buffy leaned in to kiss Faith again, but the brunette pulled back so that she was just out of range.
“What do you want when we get there?” Faith asked, teasing the blonde with a quick kiss.
“I . . . I want you, Faith.” Buffy responded, stealing another kiss before the brunette could pull away.
Faith smirked, but then a serious look came across her face. She leaned in as close as she could get to Buffy’s face without actually kissing her.
“What do you want from me when we get there, B?” Faith asked before leaning in and capturing the blonde’s lips yet again, gently sucking on Buffy’s tongue when she snuck it in her mouth.
Buffy broke away from Faith’s mouth but leaned in and put her lips against her ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Faith.” She said breathlessly, running her tongue along the brunette’s outer ear.
That’s all it took. In a flash, Faith had grabbed Buffy’s hand and practically ran from the Bronze and back towards their dorm room.
Chapter Nine – Ending Day Three With a ‘Bang’
The two Slayers made their way back to their dorm in record time. Faith was actually going to break into a car outside of the Bronze and ‘borrow’ it for a while so they could get home that much quicker, but Buffy had quickly squashed those plans with a ‘do it and you’re not getting any’ glare.
During their walk back to campus, the two girls couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Their desire seemed to grow more and more the closer they got to their destination. A simple hand-hold had turned into an ass-grab-athon, which then turned into a two-minute long grope session against the back of a campus security van. Only when the van began to drive away did the Slayers decide to move on towards their dormitory.
When they had finally reached their building, they could barely contain their passion anymore. The moment that they had entered the stairwell, Faith had Buffy pinned against the wall and was devouring the other girls’ mouth with her own. Buffy moaned into the kiss as she tried to pull Faith impossibly closer to her. When their already extremely close contact wasn’t enough for her anymore, she hopped up a little and wrapped her legs around Faith’s back, grinding herself against the brunette’s stomach.
“Fuck, B,” Faith whispered, “I can feel how hot your pussy is against my stomach. Are you wet for me, baby?”
Her words only spurned the petite blonde to grind even harder against her. But it wasn’t Buffy’s actions that surprised Faith, it’s what she said.
“You’ll -uhhh- just have to find out for yourself.” Buffy panted.
Faith pulled back a little and just stared at the blonde with a questioning look on her face, as if to say ‘are you serious?’ and ‘you mean right here right now?’. She wasn’t going to wait for the actual words because she knew how flippant the blonde could be.
She hesitated only for a moment before leaning back in and beginning to suck lightly on Buffy’s neck, eliciting a series of soft moans and sharp breaths from the girl. Slowly but surely, she worked her right hand between their bodies. She lifted the material of Buffy’s top slightly so that she could slowly caress her stomach.
After receiving no stop signs, she decided to push a little further. She lowered her hand just a bit and with as much ease as possible popped open the button to Buffy’s pants. She waited for a negative reaction but instead, the older girl seemed to tighten her legs around her even more.
Carefully, she slid her hand into the tight confines of Buffy’s underwear and wriggled her fingers down further until she came into contact with the source of the heat she was feeling against her stomach. She gasped slightly as she cupped her hand over Buffy’s mound, feeling the wetness drip onto her fingers.
“Goddamn, B, you’re so fuckin wet.” Faith practically growled.
She moved her fingers and began to search for Buffy’s clit. When she heard the girl hiss out in pleasure, she knew that she had hit the hunnypot. With the little bit of room that she had in the confined area, she slowly began to move her fingers in a circular motion over Buffy’s hard clit, steadily increasing pressure on the small bundle of nerves.
“Oh god . . . oh god . . . Faith . . . your fingers . . .” Buffy gasped, throwing her had back and clenching her eyes in ecstasy.
“. . . haven’t even begun to show you what they can do.” The brunette finished the sentence for her.
Just as she was about to move her fingers forward and plunge them into Buffy’s waiting channel, a door slamming on the floor above them caught the two Slayers’ attention. They froze, waiting to see if anyone was in the stairwell. When they heard footsteps descending the stairs above them, they quickly pulled back from one another, trying to fix up their disheveled appearances.
Buffy re-buttoned her pants with barely a second to spare as a guy and girl turned on the flight of stairs before them. She politely smiled at the couple, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. After the door closed behind the guy and girl, Buffy grabbed onto Faith’s hand and began pulling her up the stairs.
“Upstairs. Now.” She said, leaving a big smirk on the other girls’ face.
“Yes ma’am.”
Buffy fumbled in her pockets for the key she knew she had put there earlier. When she finally found it and tried to unlock the door, she found that her hands were shaking. All of the pent up energy and frustration from the last few days was finally exiting her. Before she could even register the sound of the lock clicking, she felt herself being pushed into the room by an eager Faith.
Expecting to be pushed up against another wall, she was pleasantly surprised when she felt the soft texture of her bed underneath her. Faith was instantly on top of her, kissing her hungrily while exploring her body with her hands.
It took her a moment to realize that in the short trip from the door to the bed, Faith had managed to rip her own shirt off and now lay above her in her leather pants and black satin bra. Buffy was feeling overdressed so she reached between their warm bodies and unzipped her tank top, pulling the sides down so that she could get the skin-to-skin contact that she was suddenly craving.
Faith finally broke her contact with Buffy’s mouth and pushed herself up a bit so that she could look down into Buffy’s eyes.
“B, I’m only gonna ask ya once . . . are ya ready for this, cuz once we do it, there ain’t no goin’ back.” She said softly but seriously.
Buffy nodded. “I want this, Faith.”
Faith gave her a lopsided smile. “And tomorrow . . . it’s not gonna be blamed on Jack or the beer or the heat of the moment? You really truly want ‘this’, and it’s not gonna be ‘kick Faith in the head’ when you wake up?”
Buffy smiled, raising up both of her hands to cup Faith’s face. “Not as long as I wake up in your arms.”
“That can be arranged.” Faith chuckled before leaning down and capturing Buffy’s mouth in another steamy kiss.
Buffy pulled Faith’s bottom lips into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it lightly before releasing it and getting back into the kiss.
Faith felt like it was finally time to take things to the next step. Again, she lowered her hands to Buffy’s abdomen and caressed it gently before reaching down and unbuttoning her pants. Realizing that she wanted more room to work with, she broke away from Buffy’s mouth for just a moment so that she could pull the girl’s pants off.
When she finally managed to tug off Buffy’s boots and pants, she was about to pounce again but the blonde’s words made her freeze.
“Faith, wait.” Buffy said breathlessly.
The very words made Faith want to puke. Or get violent. She couldn’t decide which feeling was more dominant, ill or anger. Before she had to choose, Buffy continued.
“You’re a little overdressed, Slayer. Take your pants and boots off, and get your sexy ass back down here.” Buffy said with a sexy grin.
Faith didn’t need any more prompting. She kicked her boots off across the room, had her leathers off, and was back on Buffy in about 10 seconds.
She picked up her action right where she had just left off. As she began to kiss Buffy again, she snuck her hand between their bodies and began to trace small circles over the crotch of Buffy’s soaked panties.
At the contact, Buffy arched up off of the bead, moaning into Faith’s mouth.
“You want more, baby?” Faith asked huskily, applying just a bit more pressure against the blonde’s panties.
“God, yes, I want more.” Buffy panted. “I NEED more.”
Faith smirked. “Your wish is my command.”
With that, Faith slid her hand underneath the waistband of Buffy’s panties and dipped down into her wet folds. She gathered some of the wetness in her fingers and spread it around, making sure to give the blonde’s clit a few flicks and caresses in the process. Again, Buffy hissed in pleasure at the contact.
After a moment of exploration and gentle caresses, Faith finally grew bold enough to take what she wanted. Ever so carefully, she placed one of her digits at the entrance of Buffy’s pussy and slowly pushed it inside. She kept her finger still for a moment, letting Buffy adjust to it being there in the first place. She got her cue to continue on when she felt the blonde’s hips begin to rock against her hand.
Slowly at first, Faith began to slide her finger in and out of Buffy’s tight pussy, feeling her inner muscles lightly clenching on her finger. Buffy’s light gasps and moans egged her on, causing her to thrust a little more forcefully as she pressed her palm against the girls clit.
“Oh fuck . . . Faith . . . that feels so good . . . faster, baby . . . just like that . . .” Buffy moaned out, her eyes clenched shut. Her arms were thrown over her head, tangled up in her hair.
Faith smiled. She loved having power like this at her disposal. The ability to make someone shout out in ecstasy, the ability to make them melt at a simple touch, the ability to make someone feel so good that they can’t speak clearly. It all made her feel incredibly powerful . . . and incredibly turned on.
Once again, she decided to take things up another notch. She casually withdrew her finger from the blonde’s dripping cunt, waiting to see her response. Just as Buffy began to open her eyes to protest, she felt two fingers slam into her, filling her tight pussy and creating a delightful new sensation in the blonde.
Buffy began to rock her hips, meeting each of Faith’s thrusts. As the brunette pressed her palm into her clit once again, Buffy felt herself begin to tremble. She knew that she was close and that at this rate, she’d come in another minute or two.
“Faith . . . I’m getting close . . . keep going, baby . . . uhhhh . . . ohhhh . . .”
Faith was really getting into it at this point. The continued moans and sighs from the blonde were really getting to her, and she felt like she was also about to pop. Everything was going so great, and Buffy was really doing this.
But the gods of ‘Don’t-Let-the-Slayers-Get-Some’ must have been listening to her thoughts, and of course, they wouldn’t let things go so well for too long. They sent their message in the form of a distraction.
The phone began to ring.
Buffy’s eyes popped open and she glanced down at Faith who had stilled her movement. They glared at each other in disbelief as the second ring echoed. Buffy chewed on her bottom lip, pondering what to do. A phone call in the middle of the night was never a good sign.
The phone rang a third time.
Buffy glanced between the phone and Faith, and a small smile crept up on her lips. She glanced back at Faith and gave her a sexy grin.
“Fuck it . . . and fuck me . . . let the machine deal with it.”
A huge grin appeared on Faith’s face. She didn’t need any more prompting. She immediately began to pump her fingers in Buffy’s pussy again, the wet sounds filling the room along with Buffy’s moans. After two more rings, the answering machine picked up. After a moment, they heard a voice fill the room.
‘Hey guys, it’s Willow. We came to meet you guys at the Bronze, but you’re not here. Well, maybe you guys are here in the bathroom or in the balcony or something. We’ll take another look around, and if we don’t find you in a while, I’ll call back in a few minutes, see if you’re there yet. Bye!’
“Fuck.” Faith said, annoyed. “She sure knows how to put a fuckin damper on a girls’ plans.” She was sure that Buffy was going to push her off or something. She looked up to meet the other girls’ lust-filled eyes and watched as the older girl leaned over and casually turned the answering machine off.
“Faith . . . come up here . . . I need you to kiss me . . .” Buffy said breathlessly, grabbing onto Faith’s unoccupied arm and pulling her up so that the brunette lay above her.
Faith stared down at the blonde with a smile on her face before leaning in and beginning to slowly kiss her. She ran her tongue over Buffy’s bottom lip, then softly plunged her tongue into the blonde’s mouth. Their tongues danced together, neither fighting for dominance but just enjoying the feel of one another. Faith continued to thrust her fingers in and out of the blonde, feeling her getting closer and closer.
As if the first phone call wasn’t bad enough, the phone began to ring again just minutes later.
Faith went to move away but she felt Buffy’s arms wrap around her, holding her tight to her body. She knew that Buffy was ready to come any minute, so she didn’t stop her motions. In fact, she kissed the girl even more deeply, pulling away to kiss down her neck and suck on her pulse point.
After about the twentieth ring, Faith finally got frustrated.
“B . . . just answer the goddamn phone. Tell Red that we’re busy fucking and that her late-night calls are really startin’ to fuck up our moments here.”
She moved off of the blonde just enough so the girl could reach the phone, but she kept her fingers buried deep inside her pussy and her palm against her clit. ‘Buffy’s gonna come tonight whether she’s on the phone or not. No more fuckin games.’
Buffy leaned over and grabbed the phone, answering it in a shaky, breathless voice. Faith leaned close enough so that she could hear the conversation.
“Hello?”
’Hey, Buff. We’re at the Bronze, we thought you were gonna be here.’
“Sorry Will, there was –uhhhhh- a slight change of plans.”
’Oh. Well, it’s still kinda early for a Saturday night. Do you want me and Tara to come to your room? We could have a girl’s night; watch movies, eat pizza, laugh and . . .’
“Will!” Buffy interrupted, trying to hide the sound of her impending orgasm from her voice. “That’s –nghh- that’s not the best idea.”
’Why not?’
Faith looked at Buffy with a grin, speeding up her fingers. “Tell her why, B.”
“It’s –nnghhhhh- not a good time, Will.”
’Why? What’s going on Buffy? You sound kinda funny.’
“I’m fine Will. I really have to go -ohhhhhh-.” Buffy panted. She felt herself losing it . . . she was gonna come.
’How come?’ Willow asked skeptically.
Buffy couldn’t take it anymore.
“Because Faith has two -uhhhhhhh- three fingers in my pussy and I’m about to come . . . oh god oh . . . I gotta go, Will!”
Buff clicked the phone off and threw it across the room.
“OHHHHH . . . Faith, I’m coming . . . harder . . . yessssss . . . fuck me!” Buffy cried out, writing uncontrollably under the brunette’s body.
Faith felt Buffy’s inner muscles clenching tightly on her fingers and she knew the girl was coming. She moved slightly down her body and began to suck on one of her erect nipples through her lace bra. It was exactly what Buffy needed to push her over the edge.
She felt Buffy’s hands entangle in her hair as her trembled. After a moment had passed, the blonde had stopped trembling and now lay almost motionless on the bed, panting heavily and quietly sighing.
Buffy finally unclenched her eyes and looked down at Faith, smiling while pulling her up to plant a series of soft kisses on the brunette’s lips.
“That . . . was fucking amazing.” Buffy said breathlessly, causing the brunette to smirk.
“Yeah, well if you liked that, you’re gonna LOVE this.” Faith said as she began to slide down the blonde’s glistening body.
Buffy looked down questioningly. “Faith? What are you doing?”
Faith looked up at her, her brown eyes almost black from the desire running through her.
“I’m gonna eat ya, B.” She winked before pulling down Buffy’s lace panties and coming face to face with Buffy’s dripping sex.
She took in the sight before her: a perfect pink pussy, completely hairless, lips slightly swollen from her earlier ministrations, and a perfect little pink clit just there for the taking. She inhaled deeply, instantly loving the scent that was enough to drive her crazy with lust.
Not able to wait any longer, she tentatively leaned in and ran her tongue along Buffy’s wet slit, introducing herself softly and gently.
Buffy hissed at the contact and spread her legs apart a little further, giving the brunette as much room as she needed. Her pussy lips spread open, giving Faith the access that she wanted.
Faith leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Buffy’s clit before taking it into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
Buffy’s hips immediately began to buck, lifting up off of the mattress and pushing herself up into Faith’s eager mouth. It wasn’t too much for the younger Slayer to handle. She simply lifted her arms to Buffy’s hips and guided the girl, pushing her down when necessary and pulling her up when she felt the girl start to go limp from the pleasure.
“Oh god . . . Faith . . . that feels so good . . . ooooh, baby.”
Faith knew that Buffy was already approaching her second orgasm, so she decided to change her tactics a little. She released her clit from her mouth and began to run her tongue flatly along it like she was licking an ice cream cone. She removed one of her hands from Buffy’s hip and brought it down to her pussy, plunging two fingers inside the girl as she continued to lick at her clit.
Instantly, her fingers were coated in Buffy’s juices and they easily slid in and out of her tight channel.
Buffy writhed on the bed, throwing her hands above her head and grabbing onto the head-board of the bed with a death grip.
At that point, Faith removed her fingers from Buffy’s dripping pussy and replaced them with her tongue, burying it deep inside the girl as her fingers began to play at the girls’ clit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck me, Faith! Mmmmm. Yesss!”
A second orgasm shook through Buffy’s body, leaving her limp on the bed. But Faith wasn’t done with her yet. She removed her tongue from her pussy and replaced it once again with two of her fingers. She curled them slightly so that they caressed Buffy’s g-spot every time they thrust in and out.
“Faith –nnghhhh- you, oh god, you have to stop. I can’t take it, baby. You gotta . . . ohhhhhh.” Her words were stopped when she felt Faith roughly sucking on her clit again as she fucked her with her fingers and caressed her g-spot.
With the last ounce of strength that Buffy had, she yelled out Faith’s name over and over again as her third and last orgasm swept over her, leaving her entire body feeling warm and tingly. She now lay on the bed, completely limp, completely out of breath, and completely satisfied like she had never been before.
Faith placed a quick kiss on Buffy’s pussy before climbing up the bed, resting herself atop the girls’ hot, sweaty body. She noticed that Buffy’s eyes were still clenched shut. She began to place soft kisses all over her face an neck, waiting for some kind of a reaction.
Finally, Buffy spoke.
“Faith . . . I think you broke me.” She panted.
Faith laughed. “I didn’t break ya, B. You’ll be fine.”
Buffy slightly scoffed, opening her eyes to gaze up at the brunette. “Yeah, in a day or two.”
Faith smiled endearingly. “That’s okay, baby. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You take your time, and tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“There’s more? You have more left in you?” Buffy asked incredulously.
Faith laughed again and put on a smirk. “Slayer stamina. Gotta love it.”
Buffy smiled. She put her hands behind Faith’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss. She could taste herself on the brunette’s lips, and strangely enough, it didn’t freak her out.
‘What’s happening to me?’ Buffy asked herself, but she couldn’t even answer her own question. She felt exhaustion washing over herself, and between that and being locked in Faith’s warm, tight embrace, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Faith heard Buffy’s breathing become steady, and she knew the girl had fallen asleep. She smiled to herself and then snuggled up even closer to the blonde.
“Night, baby.” She whispered, placing a soft kiss on the girls’ forehead before joining her in a comfortable sleep.
Chapter Ten -- Day Four – Part I
It was Sunday morning in Sunnydale. The two Slayers lay in a peaceful slumber in their dorm room, wrapped around one another in the blankets so that every part of their bodies were in contact with each other.
It appeared to be a beautiful day. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. The cool, crisp breeze blew softly into the opened window . . .
. . . and out of nowhere, the phone was ringing.
“Hhhmmmmm.” Buffy moaned with her eyes closed, her lower lip instantly coming out in a little pout.
“Ugghhhhhhhh.” Faith groaned as she pulled the blankets up over both of their heads.
The phone rang for the third time.
“Faith, get it.” Buffy said sleepily as her eyes remained closed.
“Nuh-uh. YOU get it.” Faith replied in her husky morning voice as she snuggled against Buffy even closer.
“Fine, let the machine get it.” Buffy concluded.
The phone rang a fourth time . . . then a fifth . . . then a sixth . . .
“Smooth move turnin’ the answerin’ machine off, B.” Faith said with a smirk as the phone continued ringing.
“Faaaaaaaaaith.” Buffy whined, kicking her feet a little.
“Ughhh, fine.” Faith groaned as she rolled off the bed and walked across the room, clad only in a pair of underwear, to pick up the phone Buffy had tossed the night before. Before she picked up the phone, she mumbled, “Pussy-whipped in less than 4 days. I can’t fuckin’ believe it.”
Feeling less than friendly due to the disturbance to her sleep, Faith answered the phone gruffly.
“Yeah?”
‘Hi Faith sweetie, it’s Joyce.’
“Oh, Hey Mrs. S.” Faith replied, instantly trying to chipper up her voice.
‘Did I wake you girls up?’
“Yeah, sort of. Late night.” Faith grinned. “But no need to worry ‘bout it. We’ve got all day to sleep it off.”
‘Oh. Are you girls not coming over to do your laundry then?’
“Umm, I really don’t know. I guess I have to check with B first.” Faith answered, not really wanting to leave the sanctity of their own room after the events of the previous night.
‘I was thinking that you guys could come over in an hour or so. I’ve got fresh deli meat, so we can make sandwiches and have fruit salad for lunch. I’ve got a roast defrosting, so I thought I could make that for dinner, too. You girls normally spend most of the day when you come here, and I want to make sure you’re properly fed.’
At the mention of lunch and dinner, Faith heard her stomach growl. The decision, it seemed, was already made.
“Yeah, okay. That sounds real good, Mrs. S. We’ll grab a quick shower and gather our laundry, then we’ll be there, ‘kay?”
‘Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you girls soon then. Bye!’
“Bye, Mrs. S.” Faith smiled as she hung up the phone. Joyce had always been so friendly to her, and she truly appreciated it.
Joyce had become even more friendly ever since Faith and Buffy had become roommates, looking forward to spending the weekend ‘laundry days’ with her daughter and ‘surrogate daughter’, as she called Faith. The feeling was returned by Faith who had somewhat began to view Joyce as a mother-figure to her.
Sometimes when Buffy would be too busy on the weekends to drop by and do her laundry or just say ‘hi’, Faith made it a point to go the Joyce’s anyways and spend the afternoon with her. Strangely, it wasn’t awkward in the least. Joyce was always warm and receptive, and the situation felt as comfortable as any mother-daughter bonding session.
Faith was developing a strange sense of loyalty towards Joyce, and she wasn’t going to let their developing closeness be disturbed by anything.
“Did I just hear you tell my mother that we’d be over in an hour?” Buffy asked from the bed, propped up on one elbow as she glared menacingly at Faith.
“Yeah, I did. Is that okay?”
Buffy’s menacing glare turned into a pout.
“Well . . . I was kinda hoping that we could . . . you know . . . stay in bed all day, veg out in front of the TV . . .” a sexy grin suddenly cam up on her face, “. . . test your theories on Slayer stamina.”
Faith chuckled as she walked across the room to her closet, pulling out some fresh clothes.
“You’re kinda startin’ to sound like me, B. Maybe I’m a bad influence on you.”
When she turned away from her closet, she found that the blonde had crept out of bed and was now standing right in front of her.
Butt fuckin naked.
“Whoa.” Faith exclaimed, surprised to see Buffy in front of her. “Where’d you come from, lil’ girl?” She smirked.
Buffy took a step closer towards Faith so that they were only inches away from one another. She glanced behind her shoulder at the bed and pointed at it before turning her sex-kitten gaze back on Faith.
“From the bed over there. I was kinda thinking that we could go back there . . . crawl under the covers . . . and get all hot and sweaty together . . . even up the score.” She closed the remaining few inches between them and began to kiss and suck on Faith’s lower lip.
Faith inhaled sharply as she tried to regain some control.
“Umm . . . rain check, B. Your Ma’s waitin’. Besides, I think that we are even. You helped me two nights ago, and last night was your turn . . .” she paused and let out a little groan as Buffy’s lips trailed from her lips, down her jaw, and now were licking and sucking on her pulse point, “. . . and that’s gotta be cheating.”
Despite her words of protest, she found herself tilting her head back to allow the blonde more access to her neck.
“According to my calculations,” Buffy mumbled between kisses on Faith’s neck, “I owe you. Big time. You gave it to me good last night, Faith. So fucking good. In fact, you gave it to me good three times. I’m up on you by two now, and I think it’s only fair if I even out the score.” She said as her hands began to trail down Faith’s body.
One hand stopped at Faith’s breasts, gently cupping and squeezing the soft flesh before her. The other hand continued to travel southward stopping only when it came to the top of Faith’s panties. Just as Buffy was about to slip her hand past the waistline and into the confines of Faith’s panties, she felt Faith’s hand on hers, stopping its progression.
“As much as I REALLY fuckin want this right now, B, I don’t wanna keep your mom waitin’ for us all day. She’s got lunch and dinner planned, and it’s kinda rude to just show up late or stiff her all together.”
Buffy pulled back and gave Faith a look of disbelief.
“Are you kidding me? Am I really losing out to FOOD?”
Faith chuckled.
“Nah, B, you’re not.” At Buffy’s raised eyebrows, Faith continued. “If you really need to know, I plan on eatin’ lunch and dinner at your mom’s, but after that I’m gonna come back here and eat YOU all night long. ‘Kay?”
Buffy’s look of disbelief turned into a blushing smile.
“’Kay.” She smiled as she watched Faith walk away and into the bathroom. Just before the brunette closed the door behind her, Buffy called out, “Oh! But Faith . . . I still owe you.”
Faith peeked her head out of the door, “And I have every intention on collectin’ that debt, ma’am.” She winked before closing the door behind her.
Faith tilted her head back, letting the hot water of the shower run over her head and down her body.
She had briefly considered taking a cold shower, but she remembered her Evolutionary Biology Professor telling her class that cold showers can actually increase sexual desire and heighten sexual stimulation rather than curb it.
So hot water it was.
Just as she had finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she heard a noise in the bathroom. Moving forward to peek around the shower curtain, she jumped back when the curtain was moved from the other side and she saw Buffy standing there.
Before she could voice her surprise, she felt herself being pushed back against the tiled wall and being kissed hungrily by an equally naked Buffy.
Faith tore away from the kiss after a moment, glancing into the suddenly dark eyes of the blonde before her.
“B . . . whatcha doin?”
Buffy smirked as she trailed her right hand down Faith’s side. “I thought it was kinda obvious. I have a debt to settle. We can still get to my mom’s on time . . . you’ll just have to settle for a quickie.”
“Wait B, I . . .”
Just as Faith began to protest, she felt Buffy’s fingers run along the length of her slit. She hissed at the contact, her eyes half closing as she threw her head back. Days of her pent up sexual frustration were finally getting the best of her.
“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying?” Buffy asked playfully as her fingers spread Faith’s warm lips, searching out her clit as she sucked roughly on her neck.
As her fingers found what they were searching for, she began to apply just the right amount of pressure on Faith’s hard clit in a circular motion; enough pressure to make the girl moan but not enough to make her completely incoherent.
“I was . . . nothin. I wasn’t sayin nothin.” Faith choked out between gasps, rocking her hips forward so that she pushed more forcefully into the other girls’ hand.
“You know . . . I’ve never done this before.” Buffy said nonchalantly as she continued her ministrations. As she spoke, she slightly sped up her movement on the other girls’ clit, eliciting a loud groan from the other girl.
“Unngghhhh . . . well you’re doin a fuckin GREAT job, B. Don’t stop, baby.”
Buffy smiled, happy with the sudden power that she had over the girl.
“Do you want more, baby?” Buffy asked, feeling pretty confident that she could make Faith feel as good as the girl had made her feel the night before.
Faith began to emphatically nod her head. “Fuck . . . oh god . . . yeah, I want more.”
And just like that, Buffy moved her hand from Faith’s clit and entered her with two fingers, knowing straight away that she could handle it.
The brunette bucked forward and unconsciously slid down the tiled wall just a bit so that she was now level with Buffy. Buffy took full advantage of the situation and snuck her tongue into the brunette’s mouth, their tongue’s immediately starting to slide together in a passionate dance.
Buffy smiled into the kiss when she sped up her thrusting and Faith moaned into her mouth.
It all felt incredibly erotic to her. Her one time with Angel had been ‘nice’, but it was her first time, so the pain and ‘ick’ factor were still there. Then there was Parker. Her one time with him had been satisfying, but it seemed to lack the spark that she was having here with Faith. She was literally holding the girl in the palm of her hand, complete control given over to her with perfect trust.
Faith, for her part, was about ready to pop. She was always one to come really fast, and today wasn’t any exception. She was coming fast, and she was coming hard.
“B . . . I’m gonna come . . . faster baby.” Faith moaned, her breath hitching as Buffy complied and began thrusting into her at breakneck speed, a third finger added into Faith’s dripping pussy.
Buffy felt Faith’s inner walls clenching tightly on her fingers, and she knew that it would all be over soon. She wanted to make the last few moments as memorable as possible. Pushing the heel of her palm into Faith’s clit, she began to whisper into her ear.
“Faith . . . you’re so fucking tight around my fingers. I can feel your cum covering my fingers and running down my hand, and I can smell it too. You smell so good . . .” She sucked Faith’s earlobe into her mouth and with her other free hand she began to lightly pinch the brunette’s nipples.
“Oh jesus . . . Buffy.” Faith groaned.
“Come for me, Faith.” Buffy said huskily into Faith’s ear, and that was all that the brunette needed to send her over the edge.
She came with a few loud grunts and her body began to slide down the tiled wall until Buffy grabbed her and held her up, their wet, naked bodies pressed directly into one another.
After a moment Faith unclenched her eyes and found Buffy smiling endearingly at her, her eyes back to their emerald color.
“You sure that was your first time doing that, B? Cuz I gotta say . . . wow. And . . . wow.”
“Yep. And . . . thanks.” She leaned in and placed the gentlest of kisses on Faith’s full lips, lingering there for a few moments as she got lost in the sensation. “Have I told you how much I love your neck? And god . . . those lips!!! I swear to god . . . if J-Lo can have her booty insured, I’m thinking about doing the same thing to those lips of yours.”
Faith smirked.
“You wanna test out how much these lips are worth?” She asked with a sexy smile as she pulled Buffy even tighter against her, still feeling pretty frisky.
Buffy laughed. “Tonight. You’re all hell-bent on getting to my Mom’s, remember?” She teased, pulling back farther and glancing up at Faith.
Suddenly, her eyes turned wide and she covered the smile on her face with her hand.
“Right then . . . so you just finish up here . . . I’m clean, so I’m . . . outta here.” And with that, Buffy ran out of the shower and out of the bathroom, giggling the entire way.
“What?” Faith mumbled to herself. She didn’t realize why the blonde had run out of there so quickly, but as she turned off the water and opened the shower curtain to see herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized what Buffy had been giggling about.
Three large hickeys adorned her neck.
“Buffy!”
