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Giles stood and watched the bustling activity around him. Dawn was at a computer deep in discussion with a few other slayers and witches, Xander and Willow had their heads together and were conversing tensely. Willow looked up and saw Giles watching them. She grabbed Xander and tugged him along.
"How're they doing?" she asked, referring to the earpiece in the watcher's ear.
"They've been quiet for the past few minutes but no sounds of death or mayhem, so I'm choosing to be optimistic."
"Dawn suddenly jumped up. "We've got a lead on the bartender!"
The three focused all their attention on the slayer's younger sister. Dawn tapped on her keyboard and her screen appeared on the main viewscreen that dominated the wall. It was filled with the mugshot of a balding, portly man.
"Yep," said Xander, "that's him."
Dawn continued. "He did some time for serving an unknown dangerous substance blah blah blah. He's on parole and living in Chino, California."
"Who do we have in LA?" asked Xander.
"Sandra and Genevieve," was the immediate answer.
Xander grinned. "Isn't Sandra the one who's five foot ten and has all those prison tattoos? Get her on the phone. I'll brief her. She'll love interrogating a pasty white man."
Faith, meanwhile, was being tortured. For the past ten, eternal minutes Buffy lavished attention on Faith's neck, shoulders, face, and scalp. At some point, Faith wasn't quite sure when, Buffy had even cut her bindings. She was still face first on the floor because, every time she tried to move, Buffy would grab her wrists or bite her neck and growl, "Faith stay."
So Faith stayed.
It had started with slow nuzzlings, as if Buffy were savoring her, interspersed with bites. Never enough to break the skin and always in the same spot: the junction between the neck and shoulder. When the nuzzlings shifted to soft kisses, Faith tried to move again with the same response. "Faith stay."
Buffy's lips were so soft! And hot… scalding. Poor Faith pressed her forehead to the cool, cave floor and tried to be mindful of the sat-phone monitoring every little sound. She clamped her teeth on her lower lip to keep from crying out.
She lost that battle when Buffy sucked tenderly on her earlobe. "Fuck!" Buffy liked that sound and hummmmmed in her ear.
"Faith? Was that you? Are you alright?" Giles worry could be heard even through the small earpiece.
"Uh…" Every bit of her skin was still flushed and tingling as she struggled to form enough words to placate her watcher. "Yeah. I'm fine." This time, when she started to move, Buffy didn't stop her. But she didn't leave Faith alone either. Faith tried to think of a viable response to give Giles. "I just stubbed my toe. No big deal." Buffy stayed crouched over Faith as she looked for the phone and as the unsettled brunette moved about the cave, Buffy stayed attached. Sometimes with just a hand on her but mostly leaning or hovering, her body always touching Faith's. "Giles?"
"Yes Faith."
"Every thing's fine here. Buffy's bein' pretty calm, so I'm gonna go ahead an' turn off the phone. Save the battery." She scanned her eyes around the dim cave but kept getting distracted by Buffy's possessive hands as they skimmed down her body. "I'll turn it back on periodically an' check in."
"Very well." He sounded reluctant to let Faith go.
"Things are fine here," she tried to reassure him. She shrugged the amorous blond off but those insistent hands would not be dissuaded. "We're gettin' along just fine." She had to choke down the sardonic chuckle at that last statement. Buffy's hot hands had found their way under the hem of her tank top.
"Someone will be monitoring this line 24 hours a day," added Xander. "And it looks like we have a miniscule lead workin', so check in soon."
"I will. Over and out." She found the phone laying in the shadows. She grabbed it and shut it off.
The cave was suddenly filled with a heavy silence that made Faith's heart pound like mad. She could feel Buffy's eyes and breath on her. Coherent thought was still difficult. Buffy's mark on her shoulder throbbed with pleasant pain. Faith crawled across the cave floor to retrieve the earpiece and this time Buffy watched with possessive eyes. Carefully avoiding Buffy's gaze, she stowed the equipment back in her bag. Then she heard Buffy creeping towards her. Her breath turned into shallow pants as she waited.
Why am I letting her do this to me? Why haven't I tried to knock her into next week? Buffy was behind her now, also breathing deep and unsteady. Tentative fingers played with the exposed skin on her back where her tank top and ridden up. Why the fuck do I want her so bad?
Buffy's shy touch went away when Faith turned and crawled over to Buffy's nest of clothes. She then turned to face Buffy and began to unlace and remove her boots. Her mouth had gone dry and her heart was beating so hard, her vision was starting to sparkle. I feel like a virgin on fuckin' prom night.
Right after Faith shut her phone off, Xander remembered, "Oh shit! I forgot to tell her to turn that tracer on. Dammit. Oh well. They seem to be in a comfortable enough holding pattern for now. I'll just wait `till we talk to her again."
One of the crew spoke up. "Mr. Harris? Sandra's calling in."
"Already? That was quick." Xander took the phone and listened to the slayer's report.
Meanwhile, Willow watched Giles fret. She walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and smiled ruefully. "It's hard to be a watcher when your slayer is half a world away."
"C'mon," said Willow, leading him to the castle library. "Let's go do some good ol' fashioned research where we're elbow deep in dusty books."
"Yes, an excellent idea. Tell me about this demon you sent Buffy after."
Faith sat on Buffy's nest with her ankles crossed, her arms wrapped around her shins, and her heart beating a mile a minute. Buffy regarded her for a few seconds before she came at her slowly with jaguar grace, eyes locked with Faith's. The nervous slayer felt like prey with those green, topaz eyes burning into hers.
Buffy didn't stop her advance until her mouth was as scant couple of inches from Faith's slightly open lips. Their breath mingled and danced. Faith, so used to being the aggressor during sex, could not bring herself to make the first move. Thankfully, Buffy took charge. She tilted her head and closed the distance between them.
She tastes wild, untamed, thought Faith when she let Buffy's questing tongue dip between her lips. Her wild taste contrasted with her gentleness. The kiss remained soft and warm and it ignited a new kind of heat in Faith's belly. It was different from anything she'd ever experienced before. And when she felt Buffy's hands gently pulling her arms from around her legs, Faith acquiesced. When Buffy grasped the hem of her tank and pulled it up and off, Faith didn't protest. And when Buffy tenderly separated her knees to position herself between them, Faith let her.
But when she felt goose bumps shiver over her skin as Buffy started kissing her neck, she started to tremble. This was another new experience, one she wasn't too sure about. Buffy didn't notice Faith hesitance and began to gently push her onto her back.
Faith's hesitance flared into a nearly paralytic fear and she started to struggle. Buffy tightened her embrace but lifted her head to look at Faith's face. When she saw the fear there she stopped the foreplay.
"Buffy no hurt Faith," she tried to reassure the struggling girl. "Buffy no hurt! Buffy promise."
Faith continued to struggle as Buffy held her in a tender yet firm embrace. After a few moments of this, Buffy's murmuring could be heard over the roaring panic. "Buffy no hurt! Buffy promise no hurt!" She could feel Buffy's bare belly and breasts rubbing against her. "No cry," she soothed. "Faith no cry."
No cry? She hadn't realized she was crying. Faith went limp in Buffy's arms, suddenly tired. She felt Buffy kissing away the tears at her temples. "B?" she asked, "Why did you hit me with the stick?"
Buffy was nuzzling her neck and hair again. "Scared," she murmured into Faith's ear.
"Scared? You were scared of me?" Buffy lifted her head and stared solemnly into Faith's eyes. "But you're not scared now?"
Buffy shook her head. "Faith smell nice. Faith soft."
Faith felt laughter bubble out from her belly. She indulged in it and watched a smile bloom on Buffy's face. "You're a piece o' work, you know that?"
Buffy smoothed the tears from Faith's face. "Faith tired?"
"Yeah," she answered with a sigh. "Faith very tired."
"Faith sleep. Buffy watch."
Willow and Giles and a few others of the castle crew were in the library. Giles was at a table with opened books piled high when he suddenly looked up. "I wonder…," he muttered absently to himself. "Willow?"
The woman in question looked up from her frustratingly cloudy crystal ball. "Yeah?"
"Would happen to have a book called `Indian Daemons?' It's a demon reference of Native American magic written by an English explorer by the name of… oh it doesn't matter who wrote the bloody thing. Do you have it?"
"We should. I'll go find it." She disappeared in to the stacks.
A few, long minutes later she came running back with a book in her hand. "Is this what you're looking for?"
He took the book enthusiastically. "This is it!" He began to eagerly scan through the book. He stopped on a page and began to read silently, eyes going over the page with the skill of long practice.
"Well?!"
He looked up at Willow and smiled. "I think I've found your demon."
Xander was dozing in a chair when Willow and Giles came bursting in. He jerked awake and promptly fell to the floor with a crash.
"Giles found the demon," said Willow. "Any luck with the bartender?"
Xander stood and dusted himself off. "Sandra and Genevieve are getting the recipe from the bartender's brother. We'll be getting that any minute now." He settled back down in his chair. "So what's the demon?"
Giles took the floor. "It is called the Evil Unseen and it first made an appearance in the United States. It appears in areas where industry encroaches upon the natural world. Especially in areas that are inhabited by humans. When the industrial world starts to destroy life on a large enough scale, the destruction and indifference can coalesce into demon form. The demon will then begin a rampage, growing in strength as it goes."
"How do we kill it?" asked Xander.
"Not entirely sure. The author is a little vague on the details. The one he encountered in the US may not have actually been destroyed. It may have been merely banished. And it took three tribes to do it. Three shamans, three chiefs, and fifty or so warriors."
"Why is it called the Evil Unseen?"
"Ah yes, good question. It was invisible to human eyes until certain rituals were performed. Rituals for the warriors' eyes to be opened enough to see the beast and fight it off to protect their homes and families."
"Fifty warriors, huh? I see why this little tribe needs a slayer. Do you think the shaman knows what to do to? How to get the slayers to be able to see this thing?"
"I should think so," answered Giles. "Tribal shamans are required to be the keepers of knowledge and the history their people. This tribe may be primitive but we cannot think them backward or stupid. Keep in mind, they managed to contact you and ask for help. They've already proven themselves to be resourceful."
Xander nodded and Willow smiled at Giles. "Gosh I miss you!" she said to the watcher.
Giles smiled back and said, "I miss you too."
Faith woke to soft kisses on her neck. She reached out and encountered bare, soft skin. When the soft kissing mouth got to the mark on her shoulder, her stomach jumped with anticipation. Buffy opened her mouth and bit slowly and firmly, holding Faith in place while she wrapped her arms around her prize.
Unexpected heat shot right to Faith's groin and she splayed her legs to cradle Buffy's hips. Her teeth still set in Faith's shoulder, Buffy started a slow friction, rubbing her belly and breasts against Faith's. For some reason, Faith found this to be soothing and reassuring. She lifted a knee, sliding her inner thigh up Buffy's leg and hip. Buffy released her shoulder and began to kiss her way down Faith's body. She lingered for a while on Faith's breasts and nipples and then moved on.
Faith began to pant when Buffy got to her belly. The wild slayer was clearly enjoying herself and slowed down to savor Faith's response. Eventually, though she went lower to her destination.
She pressed her face against Faith's pussy still clad in shorts. Faith started a bit at the intimate contact. Buffy nuzzled and burrowed into Faith's apex breathing deeply. But she wanted more. She got to her knees and quickly unfastened Faiths shorts and pulled them off the unresisting slayer. Underwear came off next and Faith was naked and wet under Buffy's hot gaze.
The primitive slayer could wait no longer. She burrowed into Faith's bare sex, latched onto her clit and sucked furiously.
Faith let out a hoarse, lusty howl. Her hands flew to Buffy's dreadlocked hair and pressed on the back of her head. Her hips rolled, pressing against Buffy's mouth. Her whole body began to quake as she hovered on the precipice. Faith came hard, her hips snapping up almost dislodging the hard working blond.
Buffy grabbed the backs of Faith's knees and spread them wide as Faith flopped back, breathless and spent. Buffy wasn't done, she wanted more. More of Faith's taste, more of Faith's screams. This time, though, she was slow and gentle.
Faith tried to protest. "No Buffy… It's too much." But Buffy liked that desperate noise and kept going. She kept at her until Faith couldn't speak anymore.
Faith was drowning in pleasure. Her hips were moving against Buffy and she couldn't stop. She couldn't even try to stop. She covered her face with her hands and gave in, gave up control. Gave up and accepted the pleasure Buffy insisted she have.
She lost track of her orgasms. She actually lost track space and time and her name and a whole bunch of other important things. She knew right where Buffy was, though.
Buffy didn't stop until Faith stopped moving. She lay completely limp on the nest of piled clothes, her head turned to the side as she slumbered. Buffy watched her for a little while and then crawled up her body and lay her ear to Faith's chest. Soothed by the steady thump of her heartbeat, Buffy went to a dark corner of her cave and pulled out her stash of stored food: fresh fruit picked the night before, some dried banana, dried meat and so forth. She sat cross-legged and began the task of preparing a meal for her sleeping mate who was certain to be hungry when she woke.
Faith slept until after sundown. She awoke laying on her side surrounded by Buffy's scent. The primitive drawings on the cave walls undulated and danced in the flickering light of the little fire Buffy had going. She sat up and stretched, enjoying the little aches and pains of being well and truly fucked.
Buffy was sitting by the fire regarding her solemnly. "Faith hungry?"
"Yeah," she answered enthusiastically. "Starved."
Buffy scrambled to her feet and retrieved a bundle wrapped in a large leaf. She sat next to Faith and unwrapped it, taking out a repast of mysterious foods. Faith looked at the meal with surprise. Buffy had obviously gone to a lot of trouble. There was large melon or gourd cut in half and made into two bowls, one heaped with large pieces fragrant juicy fruit, the other half filled with a glutinous mash. There was a variety of nuts and greens and a little pile dried fruit and meat.
"Damn, B! This looks really good." She started to eat, suddenly ravenous.
"Faith like?" she asked, shy and eager to please. "Faith like food? Buffy make. Buffy make for Faith."
Faith couldn't help but smile at this side of Buffy. She was so different from the fierce, dominating primitive slayer from earlier. She seemed closer to the real Buffy. Girly and adorable. "Faith like," she assured the blond slayer and impulsively leaned over to give her a kiss on the mouth.
"Mmmm," she hummed appreciatively, making Faith's insides curl and somersault. "Faith taste good." Buffy gave Faith a look full of heat and promise which made the brunette blush shyly. Buffy liked that color and kissed her again. "Now eat," she ordered. "Make Faith strong."
Faith wasn't sure if it was hunger or because the food was wild and organic that made it the best damn meal she'd ever had. Maybe because it was made for her by Buffy after the best damn sex she'd ever had. It also had the added bonus of her host staring at her hungrily throughout the entire meal.
Buffy seemed especially proud of the mash in the gourd bowl. "Favorite!" she said animatedly.
Faith was eating it as best she could with her fingers. "This your favorite, B?" she asked indulgently.
Buffy nodded and bounced a bit. "Buh… ba-nuh…," she struggled to communicate. "Brana!" she finally said. She picked up what looked to be a banana skin and showed it proudly to Faith. Instead of yellow, it was a purplish-brick color.
"Banana? Is that what this is? Banana?"
Buffy bounced higher, nodding excitedly. "Brana! Brana!"
Faith laughed, feeling carefree for the first time in her life. "You're like a monkey, you little freak, but way cuter." She finished her banana dessert with a cheerful smile and a loud belch that made Buffy shriek with laughter. "I gotta admit, B… that was the best meal I've ever eaten." Buffy leaned in for a lingering kiss. Faith pressed her lips firmly against Buffy's mouth and felt searing desire rush through her leaving her gasping in surprise at the intensity if it.
They wrapped their arms around each other and deepened the kiss. Then Faith pulled away and struggled out of Buffy's embrace. "Hold up, B," she gasped.
"Faith no want kiss?" asked the blond plaintively.
"Want kiss," she said firmly. "I just gotta make a call first. I promised them I'd check in," she said as she crawled over to her bag. She dug through and pulled out the phone and earpiece. As she turned it on, Buffy came over to her and draped herself over the brunette, kissing and nuzzling contentedly.
Giles, Willow, Xander, and Dawn were all pacing the communications room like caged tigers who'd had way too many cappuccinos. It had been nine hours since Faith's last communiqué.
When Faith's voice came over the speakers, a collective sigh of relief swept through the entire room.
"Hey guys. Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Faith," answered Xander. "It's good to hear you voice. We were starting to get worried."
"Yeah. Sorry about that. Apparently I needed a lot of beauty rest. But Buffy watched over me while I slept. And then fed me. So I'm ready `n' rarin' go."
"Buffy's still with you?" asked Dawn.
"Oh yeah. She's been… uuhh… *ahem*… a real good host. Except for that first bit. I think she needs to work on her greeting. Although, it'd be fun watching her work at Wal-Mart." That got a titter from the room. "So what've you got for me?"
"We've done some nifty research on this end," chimed in Willow. "Giles identified the demon and our slayers in LA gave us a lead on the cause of Buffy's devolving."
"Go team go," said Faith, impressed. "Lay it on me."
"The demon is called the Evil Unseen," said Giles, falling into his exposition rhythm.
"Don't tell me the fuckin' thing's invisible," griped Faith.
"I'm afraid so," confirmed her watcher. "However, there are magic rituals that can be performed that will allow you to see the beast. You'll have to go back to The Medicine Man. I'm certain he already has a plan."
"Actually, yeah," said Faith. "He was tryin' to tell me something like that when I first got here. Course, you know me. I went off half-cocked before gettin' the whole story. I gotta quit doin' that." She gave a rueful chuckle. "So what's the deal with cave-slayer?"
"We're not exactly certain," said Xander, "but we do have a theory."
This time Dawn did the talking. "The last time this happened to her, she accidentally drank a potion that caused her to devolve."
"How the hell do you `accidentally' drink a potion?"
"It was hidden in some beer."
"Oh. Well alright. That could happen to anybody." Faith thought for a moment. "Wait a minute. How the hell did she get that potion all the way out here?"
"That's the theoretical part. Looking at the recipe, the main active ingredient is a type of rare, wild banana. It has to be harvested under the full moon. Now, I don't know if you know this, but Buffy loves bananas. It's her favorite food. I swear, she eats her weight in bananas every week. And since we lost contact with her right after the full moon, our theory is that she somehow got hold of some of these bananas at exactly the right time. Or wrong time… however you wanna look at it."
There was a long pause on the other end. "Faith?" asked Dawn. "Are you still there?"
"What, exactly, does this banana look like?" asked Faith tightly.
"Uhhh… lemme check… hold on." Dawn scrolled through the various windows at her computer while she chattered to fill the silence. "I spent a lot of time surfing the web while we waited for you to call… so I have a detailed description… somewhere… Here we go! `It is smaller than domestic bananas and its skin ranges in color from magenta to maroon when ripe.' Does that help?"
"…Yeah… Can you hold on for a sec?"
Her voice faded a bit as she began to question Buffy. The anxiety in her voice was painfully apparent. "Buffy? When did you get these bananas? Did you get them this morning or last night?"
"Night. Big moon. Buffy see everything. Big moon branas."
There was another loooong silence.
Finally, Giles spoke. "Faith? Faith, answer me."
"Buffy fed me a whole fuckin' bowl of these, Giles." The Scooby gang exchanged panicked looks. Faith's voice went up in volume. "What the fuck am I gonna do?!"
"Faith!" barked Xander. "Activate that tracer, right now!"
"And stay where you are!" shouted Willow. "We'll send someone to get you."
They heard frantic rustling as Faith searched for the tracer. "Can't find it! Not in bag! Can't find! Cant find!" Helpless, they listened to her sobbing in fear. "Faith can't find! Faith too stupid!"
Buffy's voice could be heard yelling, "Faith don't go! Faith stay! Faith stay!"
And then there was silence.
"Faith?!" shouted Giles. "FAITH!" He tore his headset off and kicked a chair across the room. "Bloody fucking HELL!!"
