Giles shuffled into the kitchen, his hair rumpled from sleep. As he puttered around, fixing himself tea, Willow walked in, eyes still closed. He could hear Xander snoring on the couch.
"Morning," was all Willow could manage.
"Good morning Willow. Would you like some coffee?"
"Coffee good."
"Did you sleep alright?"
"Mm hm."
As they sat at the table drinking their tea and coffee, Giles idly wondered how she could function with her eyes seemingly completely closed. Eventually Xander snorked awake and staggered into the kitchen to forage. He rubbed Willow's head in greeting as he passed by her.
Xander and Willow eventually became more coherent. "When do you think we should try the locator spell?" Willow eventually asked.
"I think there is no time like the present," answered Giles.
"I'll go get breakfast," said Xander, finding nothing appetizing in Giles' fridge.
"After this we only have enough ingredients for one more go," said Willow.
"I have never had to cast this spell so many times for just one person in such a short time. I do believe I might soundly thrash that blasted bartender," said Giles through gritted teeth.
"I can tell you're a little on edge. You sound more British than usual."
"Yes, well, I suppose stress does bring out the Brit in me. I can only hope we'll be laughing about this in a few days."
"Yes. 'Cause Neanderthal beer and psychotic slayers are always good for the yucks." Willow put the final touches on the spell. The two began the short chant to trigger the locator spell.
When they were finished...
"Nothing," said Giles. "I don't understand it." His fist clenched in frustration.
Willow became alarmed as the watcher's temple began to throb. "Maybe you'd like some tea, perhaps?" Her voice was a nervous squeak.
"No, I don't want any bloody tea," he growled, sounding a bit like Ripper. Realizing that he was frightening the red head, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Willow. I didn't mean to take this out on you." He started to say more when Xander came in carrying a pink bakery box.
"Ready for some sugar to get your heart racing?" he asked, gregariously. Seeing their expressions he asked, "What's gone wrong now?"
"The locator spell was a big bust," answered Willow.
"Well that's disappointing, to say the least," he said placing the box on the counter. He opened it, retrieved a jelly donut and tossed it to Giles. Taking a sprinkled for Willow and a glazed for himself he came over and sat next to Willow on the couch. "Have you tried for regular Buffy? Maybe the beer has worn off."
Willow stared at Giles and rolled her eyes. Giles sighed. "Xander you're a bloody genius."
They prepared for another spell. "I am, without a doubt, going to thrash that bloody ponce of a bartender within an inch of his bloody, fucking life. I can tell you that right now," said Ripper, resolutely.
"Whoa," said Xander, his mouth full of doughnut. "British overload."
Buffy awoke with Faith's back pressed against her front in the classic spoon position. Faith's head was resting on Buffy's arm and Buffy's other arm was wound tightly around Faith midriff. Their legs were entwined in an intimate tangle. One leg was tucked high between Faith's legs, pressing against her crotch.
"Are you awake?" asked Faith softly.
"Yeah. Completely," she answered just as softly.
"I think I have a really bad hangover. I ache all over."
"I don't ache at all." In fact I feel really good. Really, really good. "Do you remember getting hit by that electric-commando-nasty gun last night?"
"Was that what that was? I didn't know what the hell hit me." She sighed. "I do remember you picking me up and carrying me back here."
"I remember that too," Buffy whispered. "I remember a lot of things. I think I remember everything."
"Me too." Faith sighed again and turned over so they were facing each other. Faith lifted her hand and tentatively caressed Buffy's cheek.
Just that simple act had Buffy trembling with emotion. She kept her gaze locked onto Faith's as she moved her hand over Faith's waist and hip, back and forth, feeling the soft texture of her skin. Faith's eyes slid closed. Buffy leaned in and kissed her gently, softly, reverently. She rubbed her mouth against Faith's mouth and smiled against her lips when Faith shivered.
Faith, not even trying to control her passion, grabbed Buffy suddenly and kissed her hard, desperately. Her mouth pried open Buffy's mouth and she plundered and took with her tongue. They both moaned, vibrating into each other's mouths. Faith dragged her leg up Buffy's leg and hooked it over her hip. Buffy couldn't wait. She had to feel her. Slipping her hand down between Faith's legs, she felt her soft lips. She was slick with desperate lust and hot to the touch. Faith broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to Buffy's. Buffy rubbed her hand slowly back and forth and Faith's whole body clenched and shook.
"Please," she gasped. "I wanna feel you in me."
Buffy felt her mouth and nose pulse with heat. Her belly and crotch quivered. The hand on Faith's sex felt sensitive. She felt every mysterious fold, the swollen clitoris throbbed against her palm. When she entered her slowly with two fingers they both moaned.
Faith eyes fluttered closed. She clutched Buffy's upper arms to anchor her self as she rocked her hips against Buffy's hand. Buffy delved deeper using three fingers, her thumb pressed against Faith's swollen, aching clit. Faith was crying out with every thrust. When she came, she swore, her head pressing hard against Buffy's as her whole body shook violently. "AH FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCKK! BUFFYYYYYY!!"
Still clutching Buffy's arms, she wept. Buffy wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly. This unfamiliar feeling of being held, opened the floodgates and Faith sobbed harder. It was a while before she could bring herself under control.
As her sobs began to subside, Buffy whispered, "Been holding onto that for a while, hm?"
"I guess so." Faith was too drained to be embarrassed. Buffy gently stroked her back and the back of her neck. Faith could feel Buffy's hard nipples rubbing against her chest. God. Buffy gets me off and I start bawling before I've even tried to give back. My rep is gonna be shot to hell if I just lay here. She brought her hands around to Buffy's breasts and cupped them firmly. Then she used her fingers and squeezed her nipples just enough to cause slight pain. Buffy gasped.
"Oh god. Ahhh. Faith?" She cupped Faith's face with her hands and looked into her eyes. "You don't have to do this right now if you're not ready." Her voice breathless and her cheeks flushed. "I mean, you've obviously just had an emotional, sorta, reaction or breakdown or breakthrough or whatever and if you're not ready or you just need to rest, I'd understand."
"Wow. That was quite a mouthful," said Faith still holding Buffy's nipples. She started to roll them between her fingers getting another nice moan from the blonde. "I know another nice mouthful," she said huskily replacing her hands with her mouth. She sucked and nibbled and Buffy arched her neck and back pressing her breast hard against Faith. She paused to say, "And B? I never do anything I don't want to." Buffy looked into Faith's blazing, earnest eyes.
"Ok. I'll just stop talking then," she answered.
Faith put her mouth on her other breast, repeating the action. She felt Buffy's hands in her hair on the back of her head pulling her hard against her.
Faith pushed on Buffy's shoulders, urging her onto her back. Buffy, her hands still in Faith's hair, pulled her down for a searing kiss. Distracted, Faith lost herself in that mouth. Buffy pulled Faith's tongue into her mouth with strong, erotic suction. Faith melted into Buffy, the world around them forgotten. Buffy gently closed her teeth on Faith's tongue and sucked harder. Intense, painful desire knifed through Faith's core. She was shaking and trembling. It was too much but she couldn't break away. Buffy made her weak. To weak to fight. Too weak to think. She could only feel.
The need for air was the only reason Buffy broke the kiss. Lust, desire, primal need, had completely taken her over. Buffy was hypnotized by Faith's lips and tongue, her body, her husky voice, her scent, her soft skin, her strength and vulnerability.
After taking a much needed breath Buffy latched onto Faith's lower lip. She fed on the younger slayer's mouth. Licking, sucking, torturous kisses. Faith, partly in self defense, partly because she desperately wanted to, searched for Buffy's wet core. When she found it, using three fingers, she pressed into her. Buffy's head arched back, breaking the kiss. A gasp hissed through her teeth.
With Buffy temporarily distracted, Faith's head cleared enough to pay attention to what she was doing. She pushed her fingers deeper, deeper into her, pressing the heel of her hand hard on Buffy's engorged clit. She watched Buffy's expression, fascinated, as she gritted her teeth with that graceful grimace of arousal.
"Ogod, ogod, ofaith, fuckfuckfuck!" she gasped and gasped and still couldn't catch her breath.
Moving her body up, Faith leaned her thigh on the back of her hand pressing it even harder into Buffy. She was shaking and trembling, gushing wetness.
"Yeah," she said huskily into Buffy's mouth. "I'm gonna make it so good for, baby. I'm gonna make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. You're gonna forget how to speak, except for one word." She started to thrust her hips and thigh against Buffy, fast and hard, rubbing her own swollen clit against Buffy's hip bone. Buffy gasped with each impact, her eyes squeezed shut feeling her body tighten and clench around Faith's hand.
Faith froze as another climax rocketed through her, unexpected and intense. She clamped her legs on Buffy's thigh, her eyes wide and unseeing. She went limp for a moment, trying to catch her breath, gasping against Buffy's neck. I've gone off twice and Buffy, not once. Fuck! Just fucking fuck her and fuck her hard. Make it unforgettable.
When Faith suddenly stilled, Buffy opened her eyes and stared at her in confusion. Faith wasn't looking at her. Keeping her hand firmly, deeply in Buffy, she was using the other to unzip the sleeping bag. This accomplished she threw it open, exposing the splayed slayer beneath her to the chilled morning air. Buffy blushed deep, deep red, almost purple at the sudden exposure. She'd never felt this vulnerable in her life.
"Faith?" Her voice was high and uncertain.
"Shh. It's ok." Faith's voice was soft and reassuring. She positioned herself between Buffy's legs. She lifted one of Buffy's legs, hoisting her knee onto her shoulder. Then she leaned in placing her leg back against the hand inside Buffy and galloped the blonde slayer underneath her, pounding against her, harsh and relentless. Buffy squeaked and then yelled a long drawn out note of yearning.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Faith never cared about anybody's pleasure before. Her previous fuck-buddies were nameless faces and warm bodies that she used to get off.
This was different. Faith was fascinated with Buffy's every reaction, every emotion that flickered past her face. The muscles that quivered around her fingers and the slick, wet, softness as she fucked her.
Faith could feel Buffy's tension building. She rested her weight against her lover and stilled her thrusts, taking a breath. Her face so close, her dark hair hanging in a curtain around Buffy's face. She smiled when Buffy's eyes flew open, wild and desperate.
"Say it," whispered Faith. "I wanna hear you say it."
Instantly, she breathed, "Faith." She made it sound like a prayer. "Faithfaithfaith..." An unending litany.
Faith renewed her assault, pounding into Buffy, watching Buffy's face, breathing Buffy, listening to Buffy's voiced gasps, little ahs and ohs with every impact. This was her whole world. Nothing else existed. Just Buffy.
Buffy's hips were moving, fiercely matching every thrust in that desperate, timeless rhythm. Her hands were at her sides, clutching handfuls of sleeping bag. Never had she been this frantic for completion. And it seemed just out of reach. It just kept building and building. Until...she froze, her hips hovering in the air, Faith's hand in her clenched cunt...and she came. Her whole body shook violently, her heart seemed to pause before it pounded roaring blood in her ears and flickering stars and lights in her eyes, as she shouted the one word she could remember.
"FFAAAIIITTHH!"
"I think we're getting close," said Giles.
Xander and Willow tromped through the woods behind Giles.
"I still don't understand why you guys wanted to bring the tranquilizer gun since Buffy is Buffy again," said Willow.
"It's a strictly just in case deal," said Xander. "What if Buffy is only mostly-Buffy or partly-Buffy? Believe me. I don't relish the idea of shooting one of my bestest friends but cave-Buffy is pretty damn scary."
"And there is also Faith to consider," added Giles. "We're almost there. Quietly, you two. We don't want to give ourselves away."
Faith was getting food out of the cooler when she heard...something. Footsteps? Voices?
She scurried back to the tent. Buffy was still sleeping soundly, sprawled out on her back, the sleeping bag covering her from the waist down. Her mouth was slightly open as she snored softly. Omigod. That has got to be the cutest thing I've ever seen. Faith hated to wake her but it had to be done. She bent down and gently kissed the corner of her mouth. She awoke mid-snore and blinked up at Faith.
"I think we have company coming," whispered Faith. "You might want to get dressed."
"Uh huh. ‘Kay." She stretched. "Oh shit. My only clothes are...I have no idea where my only clothes are. I have no clothes." Her eyes were wide and comically horrified.
"It's ok. I have some clothes you can wear." Faith was already digging through her rucksack, pulling out a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. She handed them to Buffy and watched her wriggle into them.
"You're staring," said Buffy, suddenly self-conscious.
"Can't help it. You're sexy when you're getting dressed. Hunh. Never thought I'd say that to anyone. Especially you, B. My fantasies about you were always about getting you out of your clothes." Faith's lips curled into a wry smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Buffy was laying on her back, fastening the jeans. She's had fantasies about me? Her stomach jumped and quivered at the thought. She sat up to ask Faith about it but she was already ducking out of the tent. Buffy followed her, vowing silently to have this discussion after they'd dealt with their "company."
"B," said Faith. "Your friends are here."
Buffy emerged from the tent to see Giles pointing the trank gun at them.
"Buffy," he said quietly, dangerously, "are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm perfectly fine, Giles. Please put down the gun."
Giles was looking at Faith. He hadn't lowered the gun yet.
"Giles. Put the gun down or at least stop pointing it at Faith."
"Nah, B," said Faith, her face stony. "It's fine. Let Tweed have his peace of mind. Willow. Xander. Been a while." She was standing with her hands casually in her pockets. Buffy could see, however, that Faith was tense and ready to spring. Or run.
Willow and Xander were watching Faith warily.
"Buffy?" Willow asked. "Are you ok? Are you ready to go home?"
Buffy looked at Faith. Faith turned and looked into Buffy's eyes. Buffy's heart lurched at the raw emotion in those dark eyes. She held her gaze for a few moments before turning back to her friends.
"Could you guys give us a few minutes alone please?" she asked.
"Buffy-," Xander started.
Buffy interrupted, "Please guys. I'll be ok." After a few more tense moments, Giles lowered the gun and nodded. They left the little log church and stood outside.
Here it comes. Faith's throat froze with dismay. She gonna tell me it's been magical but now I have to go back to my life. Good bye. It's been great. Fuck, this is never gonna work. I need to get outa here.
Buffy stepped close to Faith and looked into her eyes. "I want you to come back with us. With me."
Faith stood speechless in shock. Buffy, misinterpreting the silence, rushed on.
"Before you say no, let me finish."
"Ok," Faith said softly. Oh, this is a bad idea. A new terror filled her heart. Getting everything your heart desires, only to have it ripped away later. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"I'm not asking you to stay if you don't want to stay. I just want you to come back with me for now. We need to talk about what happened. Well, I want to talk about it but I don't want to pressure you or anything like that. I don't know what's happening between us. All I know is that I'm not ready for you to...I don't want to let...aarrgh!" She growled in frustration.
Faith's eyebrows raised. Her heart was pounding with desperate hope and dread.
Buffy continued. "Just, please come back with me," she pleaded. "Please."
"What about your buds?"
"This has nothing to do with them," said Buffy.
"Yeah it kinda does B. In case you've forgotten, I held a knife to Willow's throat. I almost strangled Xander to death. The only thing that stopped me was a fucking baseball bat to the head!" Her eyes were getting a trapped animal look to them. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and ran them through her hair. "I've killed two people, B!" her voice raised.
"Well I'm not ready to let you go!" Buffy shouted back. "I'm not!" She took a deep breath. "Please," she said again. "Come back with me. We can talk about it and figure out what to do. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know what, if anything, can be done but I'm not leaving you alone in these woods and I'm not letting you go without a fight. Not the fight-to-the-death kind of fight," she added hurriedly. She decided to stop talking before she said anything too stupid. Or stupider.
Buffy waited, watching Faith. She watched the emotions passing over Faith's face like cloud shadows that traveled over the earth. Confusion. Fear. Desperation. A huge lump formed in her throat when she saw Faith's chin and lower lip tremble as tears filled her eyes. She swallowed, waiting for Faith's decision.
Finally...Faith jammed her hands into her back pockets and nodded. The tears spilled down her cheeks and she hung her head in surrender. "Ok," she whispered. "I'll go with you."
Buffy stepped close to Faith and cupped her face looking into her eyes. She kissed her tenderly. Faith pulled her hands out of her pockets and clutched Buffy around her waist and buried her face in her neck and hair. Her body shook with the force of her sobs. Buffy stroked her hair soothingly. "Shh. It's ok. We'll figure this out, ok?"
Faith nodded mutely into Buffy's neck, allowing herself to be comforted as she clung to older slayer.
When Faith calmed a bit Buffy pulled back and gazed into her eyes. She cupped her face and thumbed away the tears on her cheeks. "You ready to go?" she ask softly. Faith sighed and pressed her forehead to Buffy's. "Yeah."
She took Faith's hand and they walked out of the little log church together. Buffy looked at her friends. They'd seen and heard most of that emotional exchange. Willow had tears in her eyes and Giles' hold on the trank gun was relaxed and casual. Xander gave Buffy his trademark rueful half-smile and that was it. Buffy knew they understood. Maybe not completely. There'd be some discussion later. But for now they were cool. Buffy's eyes burned with grateful tears as they headed for home.
Giles led the way through the woods. Faith and Buffy trailed along behind Willow and Xander. They walked most of the way with their pinkies linked.
Faith fought the urge to run about every two seconds. Every time she looked at Buffy or their linked hands her heart skipped. I had sex with Buffy. Buffy Summers. I made her cum. I made her scream my name. And how the hell did I get from revenge to desperate puppy fuckin' love?
Buffy was feeling a bit desperate too. She now had to convince Giles, Willow, Xander, and probably her mom that Faith deserved a second chance. And how the hell am I going to convince Faith that she deserves a second chance? Every time she looked over at Faith she could see the panic clenching the younger girl's jaw. I had sex with a girl! A girl who is Faith! Dammit. Too many thoughts.
Nobody spoke the entire walk through the woods, the campus, all the way to the parking lot to Giles' car. Everyone was deep in thought. So when the red armored truck screeched to a halt, they were all surprised. Four men in black leather jackets and jeans swarmed out. One shot a taser at Buffy hitting her in the abdomen. She stiffened and fell face first to the pavement.
"BUFFY!" screamed Faith dropping to her knees beside the prone slayer. She didn't feel the dart that another man shot at her.
Giles lifted his gun and managed to get a shot in before he was struck on the head with the butt of a pistol. He crashed to the ground, dropping the trank gun.
Faith was at Buffy's side trying to pick her up. Her arms were suddenly too heavy and the earth was spinning out of control. Buffy seemed dim and far away.
"Buffy?" Faith fell to the ground, unconscious.
Xander rushed the man who pistol-whipped Giles, hoping to tackle him from behind. The man spun around pointing the gun at Xander.
"Ah-ah-ahh," he admonished leveling the gun at Xander and Willow. Xander skidded to a halt and put himself between Willow and the gun. They stood there while the two remaining men hoisted the unconscious Faith into the back of the truck. They got into the front and started to drive away. The one with the gun jogged and jumped into the back of the moving truck and shut the doors.
Buffy had hauled herself to her feet and started to chase the truck, running as fast as she could, feet pounding the pavement. But she wasn't fast enough. The truck disappeared around the corner.
