Chapter 9- And Play…

Faith was the first to wake from the nap. She looked at the time, it was still early. They had only slept a couple of hours.

Wanting to wake Buffy, but not disturb her, Faith held her tighter to her and placed soft kisses on the side of her neck.

"Mmmm, Faith," Buffy sighed out after a minute.

"Aww, did I wake ya, B?"

Buffy turned slightly to look at Faith.

"Like you didn't mean to do that?"

"Well, I mean, who needs sleep right?"

"I guess not us, huh?"

"Nah, it's for pussies."

They teased each other for a little while, then went silent as they both seemed to be content with just laying in each other's arms.

Faith was still curious about what Buffy had been thinking about earlier, so after a while she brought the conversation back to what Buffy had said before their impromptu shower.

"So, this dude you were with for the first time. Tell me about him," She said softly, hoping Buffy would share that part of her life with her.

Buffy hesitated for a while.

"Charlie," She said with a shaky breath. She stopped for a moment or so before starting again when Faith squeezed her hand and gave her an encouraging smile. "He was Spanish. Carlos was his given name, but he spent some time in New York and he loved the nickname. He was into Charlie Chaplin."

"From Spain?"

"Charlie Chaplin? I thought he was from England?" Buffy looked confused.

Faith let out a soft laugh, "No, B. Not Charlie Chaplin, I meant was Charlie…your dude Charlie, from Spain?"

Buffy smiled a little embarrassed and nodded, "From Madrid. We met on Grand Cayman."

"Nice. How old were you?"

"Seventeen."

"He was your first?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I dunno, I think that's pretty sweet. Plus, I'da been weirded out completely if you were like fourteen or something."

"I was seventeen going on forty," Buffy laughed. "I don't know, I guess I've always been the mothering type."

"That's a good type to be."

"You think so?"

Faith smiled and nodded.

"So what happened, how did you guys meet?" Faith asked trying not to be too excited to hear about Buffy's past.

"He was teaching tourists to paint, he's an artist. At least I think he still is…"

"Cool. What did he look like?"

"Slim build, long dark hair, not too tall."

Faith chuckled, "Sounds familiar."

"I know," Buffy smiled slightly and looked at her hand joined with Faith's. "I didn't even think about the similarities until earlier tonight, but I guess subconsciously…"

"You think that's what drew me to you?"

"No," She said and looked up at Faith. "Honestly, what drew you to me were your compassionate eyes. So soft and inviting, I had such a good feeling when I looked into them, when you were in the wolf's costume."

"And now?"

"That feeling's still there."

Faith pulled Buffy in for a passionate kiss and when they broke for air Buffy straddled Faith's lap and started to kiss her way down to her crotch. The brunette stopped her by holding her under the arms and preventing from her sliding all the way down.

"What's the matter?" Buffy asked.

"I dunno, B. I just don't want you to feel like you gotta do that. I'm perfectly fine without that."

"What if I liked doing 'that'?"

Faith narrowed her eyes, not believing her. In turn Buffy raised her eyebrow, challenging Faith.

"You serious?" Faith asked.

"Yeah," Buffy said, sincerely.

Buffy slid off of Faith and lay down beside her; she went quiet for a long while before providing an explanation.

"I mean I know that's what I'm known for in the business..."

"Right and someone told me you do it because it's less intimate."

"Yeah well…" Buffy trailed off looking a little guilty.

"What?" Faith asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"I don't know…"

Faith poked her in the side making her giggle a little, "Yeah, ya do know, and you're just not sayin'."

"It sounds…"

"Just spill it, Buffy, before I'm too old to be able to do anything about it anyway."

"Oh, yeah, like that'll ever happen." Buffy said sarcastically.

"It could…when I turn a hundred and fifteen or somethin'."

"Okay…so let me not keep you in suspense any longer because we couldn't have you not being able to get it up ninety five years from now."

"Just spill!"

"Okay, so, I've always had this deep-throat talent."

"Right…"

"I mean I don't even know how I knew about it, except that when the doctor looked at my throat I never got the urge to gag. Dawn's the opposite, she'd open her mouth and start gagging even before the depressor went in."

"I picked the right sister then," Faith winked.

Buffy laughed and slapped her arm playfully, "Why? You won't do it anyway, always holding out on me…"

"I just…"

"What?"

"I told ya, I just don't wanna make you feel obligated, and…yeah I thought it was less intimate for you, not everyone gets the pussy, so ya know…I thought…"

"You're right, that is special to me, what we have. And even though I might suck people off for a living in the videos, doesn't mean I still don't like doing that in a more intimate setting. Besides, there's something I can do that I haven't shared with anyone since…" Buffy trailed off.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah," Buffy looked down again and blushed slightly.

"What happened to him? He die or somethin'?"

"No, no nothing like that. We tried to keep the relationship going, we were pretty successful at it for a while, then he got another girl pregnant, and he broke up with me."

"Oh fuck, that sucks. I'm sorry."

"I was pretty devastated, even ran away from home for a little while. Didn't really go far though, just up the coast."

"Bet your parents were worried."

"I left a note, and told them I'd be back. It was during the summer, so I didn't miss school."

"Man, you really know how to run away," Faith said, with a snort.

Buffy laughed and again playfully slapped Faith's arm.

"What a slap you got on ya for such a little thing."

Buffy looked like she just remember something, "Speaking of that, how are you able to fuck standing up like that and carry me? You don't look like you have huge muscles…"

"I bet old Chuck didn't either, but he still fucked you good like that though didn't he?"

Buffy's cheeks reddened again.

Faith shrugged, "I dunno, it's gotta do with the testosterone, my muscles are denser, even though they might not look real huge, I still am stronger than the average girl my size, even the ones that work out. I'm not tryin' to be sexist or nothin', but that's what years of research turns up. Testosterone equals stronger."

"You've been poked and prodded a lot, haven't you?"

"Yeah, and now slapped," She rubbed at the arm Buffy had been slapping.

"Awww," Buffy took Faith's hand away and started rubbing the spot for her. "I'm sorry, let me make it better." Buffy leaned over and kissed the area she just had been rubbing.

"Mmmm, that makes it all better," Faith smiled.

Buffy again got lost in her dimples for a little while. They just looked so good to her, and she felt safe with Faith, like she could tell her anything and she'd be understood, and supported. Not made to feel like a freak with an affliction.

"You want to see what'll make it even better?" Buffy asked, with a wicked glint in her eye.

"You tellin' me you've got some hidden talent that's even more talented then what you've already shown me?"

Buffy nodded and looked away.

Faith leaned in and brought Buffy's face back to her and planted a soft, loving kiss on her lips.

"I'd be honored if you shared whatever you wanted to with me."

"You're sure?"

"Positive, Buffy, I wanna know all about you. Share things with you."

"Well, we'll get to the cerebral stuff later, right now I want to rock your world."

"Rock it anymore and it's gonna be nothin' but granite."

"Promise you won't freak out?"

"I promise."

"And whatever you do don't panic and try to pull out in a hurry 'cause you think you might be hurting me. If I slap your ass or thighs then just pull out quickly, but as gently as possible."

"I will."

"And feel free to scream as much as you like," Buffy grinned and started to slide down Faith's body again and she stopped her. "Faith? I thought we talked about this?"

"Hang on, can you do it from the 69 position?"

"Yes, but you don't have to do that."

"Sure, you get all the fun and what? I just lay here?"

"Yeah, right. You'll have no fun…"

"Just swing your ass around and give me something to keep my mouth occupied!"

Buffy turned herself so her pussy was level with Faith's mouth. Faith placed a soft kiss on her clit and Buffy sighed.

"That's so nice…"

"This position okay?" Faith asked making absolute sure Buffy would be fine with it.

"Well, there is one that would be better…"

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you need."

Buffy's heart got that full feeling again. She really did feel loved and supported, and she hoped there were some way she could have this forever. She knew right then she'd have to talk to Angel about their future very soon.

"Well I'm gonna lay on my back, under you, and you just slide right in."

"And that doesn't block your airway completely?"

Buffy shook her head.

"Really? How's that possible?"

"The doctor explained it, but I didn't really listen, I just know that I've been able to breathe while swallowing and have like zero gag reflex."

"I bet the doctor had some really special dreams that night," Faith laughed.

"I'm not sure it appealed to her."

"Well, it appeals to me," Faith said excitedly.

"You're a special case," Buffy stroked Faith's hardness before doing as she said and turned over on her back.

Faith brought her mouth to Buffy's pussy again and placed another loving kiss on her outer lips, then dipped her tongue between them, gathering the wetness that was there, moaning lowly in her throat from the sweet taste.

The soft moan turned into a louder one as she felt Buffy take her hardness into her mouth and swallow it down. She had to stop doing what she was doing to look down at Buffy and see what was happening. Buffy winked at her and started using just her tongue and throat muscles to massage her shaft. Faith never felt anything like it before in her life. It wasn't a fast and furious blow job, it was slow, sweet and the best thing she had ever been on the receiving end of sexually.

When Buffy started humming, Faith's toes pointed vertically and every muscle in her body tensed. It wouldn't be long before she would come. She could feel it building deep within a place that she was completely in tune with currently.

To her surprise it didn't happen as quickly as she thought it would and what was happening to Buffy at the moment, was even more curious to Faith.

It seemed as though Buffy was getting more and more turned on the longer this "blow job" went. Faith wasn't even touching her pussy and it was getting unbelievably wet and started to quiver like she was playing with her clit.

After another moment or two, she felt Buffy push lightly on Faith's thighs and Faith lifted off of her carefully, disappointed that this had to end, but really glad Buffy shared this with her.

However, instead of Buffy saying they were done she said only, "Fuck my throat, please."

Faith nodded dumbly, and lowered herself when Buffy started pulling her down into her mouth again. She didn't thrust hard, but whatever movement she did make seemed to send electric shocks straight to Buffy's core and soon, after a few short strokes of her hardness into Buffy's throat, the blonde's pussy exploded right before Faith's eyes. She was mesmerized for a few moments and then came to her senses as Buffy's wetness started to seep out of her pussy lips, there was fresh Buffy cream to be had and she wanted it.

Buffy was in another world, but she could feel that Faith had stopped her thrusts, presumably because she saw her coming. Buffy didn't want that and pulled on Faith's ass to get her moving again. Faith obliged by slowly undulating her hips, and rubbing Buffy's throat muscles ever so slightly. It seemed to be what Buffy needed, because she was moaning and groaning again and her pussy was spasming all over Faith's tongue.

Even though she tried, Faith couldn't hold on any longer, and to be honest, she didn't really care to. She lifted her mouth off of Buffy's pussy and groaned, "I'm gonna come, baby."

Buffy pulled Faith's ass tighter and held her position as Faith blasted stream after stream of come into the back of her throat. She was able to swallow without difficulty and stayed where she was because she knew from experience that Faith wasn't done. She hoped she'd do what she had done before when she gave her a blow job in their scene together. She wanted her to thrust harder through her next orgasm.

It didn't take long for Faith to give her what she wanted, her hips started moving faster and after a minute she gave two short, sharp thrusts and came again in a rush. Buffy could hear Faith's shouts through the haze of her lust and would have smiled if she could. Amidst all the shouting, she heard what she had been waiting to hear from Faith all day.

"Oh, I fuckin' LOVE you, baby! You…oh FUCK, you're a goddess!"

When Faith was spent she pulled slowly out of Buffy's mouth and immediately turned herself around to face her. She gathered Buffy in her arms and looked deeply into her eyes. She waited to speak again as soon as her breathing was under control.

"I know I said it when I was coming, but I fuckin' mean it, B. I love you. I can't imagine loving anyone else. Do you feel it too? I know we've talked a little bit about it and said things, but I really…" Faith stopped.

"'Really' what?"

"I wanna be with you Buffy, I don't wanna hide our relationship and I don't want anyone telling us when we can fuck."

Buffy pulled Faith to her and planted a needy kiss on her mouth. Their tongues dueled in each other's mouths for a while before Buffy eventually won and she greedily sucked on Faith's tongue, giving it its own special treatment.

"I fuckin'…I just don't wanna be without you," Faith said in a rush as their kiss ended. "I know I'm putting a lot of pressure on you and I said I wouldn't…"

"Faith," Buffy tried to get a word in but Faith was still talking and didn't hear her.

"…but I don't want this to be some elicit thing that's played out behind closed doors. I've been a part of that shit before and it doesn't end well…"

"Faith," Buffy tried again.

"…ya know? They say they're gonna tell their family and friends and then you're left sittin' there like a fuckin' asshole holdin' nothin' but your dick and a note that says they're leaving 'cause it was too much for them…"

"Faith…"

"…which is what you'd been tellin' them from the fuckin' get go. They even fuckin' backed you in to the relationship after you said no! I mean, what the f…"

"FAITH!" Buffy yelled and Faith finally stopped talking and looked at her.

"What? Am I crushin' ya?"

"No, not at all. I'm just trying to get a word in."

"Oh, sorry. What'd you wanna say?"

"I wanted to say that I think that's a wonderful idea."

"What is?" Faith looked confused.

"Us being together, I mean really being together."

"Really?" Faith sounded in awe of the statement.

Buffy bit her lip slightly and nodded.

"What about, Angel?"

"I've been thinking about our relationship for a while now. It's not been all that great lately and I know he's cheating on me. He's always cheated on me."

Even though she felt sorry that Buffy had to go through that, she was relieved that she knew the truth about Angel. Still, she was a little upset that Buffy would put herself through that.

"Why would you still be with him if you knew that?"

Buffy shrugged, "Because there really wasn't anyone else that I was interested in, and he and I got along. I didn't really care about the cheating, which made me finally realize I wasn't in love." She narrowed her eyes at Faith, "Because if I even think about you with anyone else, I get this like white hot rage that flows through me and I feel like I could strangle someone."

Faith's eyebrow arched, "Really? Damn girl, you've got a temper like mine. 'Cept my rage is definitely red."

"I was thinking…I want to talk to him about separating, but not over the phone, I want to do it when he comes back."

"I understand," Faith said sincerely.

"Besides, you could never be my dirty little secret."

"Well," Faith smirked and jutted her hips into Buffy. "Someone's got a dirty little secret, and it sure ain't me."

Buffy smacked Faith's upper arm again and they both laughed.

They kissed deeply after they finished their horseplay which had Buffy squirming under Faith and complaining about being tickled.

"I don't want to leave here," Buffy said when their kiss broke. "Can we stay for the week?"

"Why not? I don't have anything planned besides helping my friend one day with her documentary…might have a meeting with Oz, but we can do that over the phone," Faith said before taking Buffy's earlobe between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.

"Mmm, Faith, you do that so well. It goes straight to my…"

"Pussy?" Faith said as she released Buffy's lobe.

"I was gonna say heart, but…"

"Yeah right, I think I know you pretty well by now, and your pussy responds to my nibbles."

"And your whispers, and kisses, smiles, jokes…"

"Wow, just a couple of things, huh? I didn't know you weren't that in to me."

"Stop, Faith," Buffy gave her a serious look. "Don't kid about that. I'm kinda head over heels."

Faith smiled, "I was just kiddin'. Sorry, babe, I won't do that again. You bein' in love with me for real, and sayin' it, it's…I can't even describe...it's what I've been lookin' for my whole life."

"I'm glad," Buffy gave Faith a short loving kiss. "I wouldn't want someone else to be that person for you. I hope I don't sound selfish, but I want you all to myself."

"Well, that's kinda the definition of selfish, but I like hearin' that."

They kissed again, before Buffy said she needed to go for a pee.

Faith rolled over onto her back after watching Buffy walk into the bathroom and marveled at what they had done and said to each other. She was still smiling when Buffy walked back in to the room.

"I hope that smile's about me," Buffy said.

"Nah, it's about us."

"It has a good ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Us?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, yeah it does."

Faith reached out for Buffy's hand and Buffy gave it to her. She was pulled into a sitting position on the bed and Faith got up and sat behind her. Moving Buffy's hair off her neck, she placed loving kisses along the side, walking her lips up to her ear and whispered sweet nothings to her. Those actions made goose bumps appear on Buffy's skin and she shivered.

"You cold, B?" Faith asked in a whisper.

"No, kinda getting hot again."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Faith continued to plant soft kisses down Buffy's neck and onto her shoulder.

"Mmmm, and I like what you're doing."

"Hmmmm, your skin is delicious."

"We can just mmm and hmmm at each other all day."

"Again. Why not? I got the suite for the week."

"Yeah, about that…"

"What? You don't wanna now?"

"No! I wasn't gonna say that. I was going to say, isn't it funny how we both get rooms here sometimes?"

"Yeah, I think that shows how compatible we are."

"Exactly…"

"You're still tryin' to work out if I bring girls here, aren't you?"

"No…"

"Bullshit, I can hear the lie in your voice."

"Already?"

"Yeah, I got your number, B. And not just the one for your phone. I know you," Faith grinned against the skin of Buffy's back. "And for the record, I come here for the same reason you do: To get away."

"Why here exactly?"

Faith picked her head up and put her chin on Buffy's shoulder, "'Cause Cordy'd never fuckin' look for me here, I mean she'd check the Beverly Hilton and the Ritz Carlton, and even Chateau Marmont, but never here, it's next to the fuckin' airport for Christ's sake."

Buffy turned more so she could get her arms around Faith, she pulled her down practically into her lap and cradled her like a baby.

"We are alike, Faith. We're exactly alike." She smiled before leaning down and kissing her deeply. After a few moments Buffy lifted her head and looked at Faith. She waited until she opened her eyes to speak again. "You see how alike we are?"

"Yeah, but different, 'cause ya know. I got a dick and you don't, and then you're a blonde, which I now know is not exactly natural, but still you fuckin' wear it well and then there's mmmph--"

She was cut off by Buffy capturing her lips in another deep kiss.

This time when Buffy stopped the kiss to look at Faith there were no words.

But the love that passed between them was loud and clear.  

Chapter 10- You're Killing Me

"Faith, how much longer are you gonna be?" Buffy asked, the impatience evident in her voice.

"I said it was a six hour shoot, baby. We're wrapping up soon. I should be back there in about an hour or so."

"And this was for what now?"

"For my friend's documentary."

Buffy felt a tremendous sense of relief at Faith's answer; she had been worried it was a porn shoot.

They had been staying at the hotel for three days, and this was their first time apart for more than a couple of minutes. Buffy was clearly feeling a bit needy.

"I didn't realize being away from you for a few hours would be this painful," Buffy lamented.

"I told ya you coulda come with me."

'But you asked when I was basking in my orgasm afterglow and I thought you had to work on a porn shoot.' Buffy thought.

"I thought I was a big girl, and able to be by myself for a few hours, but…," Buffy stopped then laughed it off. "You probably think I'm stupid."

"Never, baby. Ya know I'm dyin' without you with me, B. I mean, all I can think of is you. I'm pretty useless on the set, but Amy's been real cool. She can see I've got somethin'…someone on my mind and she's been a freakin' peach. I'm gonna give the last hour or so my all though. Gotta earn my keep."

"Didn't you say that was pro bono work?"

"Yeah, of course, but ya know, she's a friend and I can't space just 'cause I know she won't care."

"I'm sure you've been just fine."

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not like Xander or nothin'. Even on my worst days. Anyway, babe. They're lookin' for me, I better get goin'." Faith hesitated for a moment and decided to throw caution to the wind. "Love you, miss you, see ya soon."

Buffy's heart was busy skipping twenty beats, she had just the words she loved to hear from Faith again.

"I love you too, hurry home."

"Wish I knew someone who did magic. I'd get them to speed up time and then teleport there." Faith and Buffy shared a laugh at the absurdity of the idea. "Hey, before I go, did you need me to pick anything up at the store?"

"Pick up?" Buffy was taken aback by the simple question. She wasn't used to being asked if she needed anything.

 "Yeah, from the store, I was gonna swing by and pick some stuff up. Just some stuff for the fridge and if you needed anything."

"Oh. Uh, I guess I could use some shampoo, we're running out."

"Anything else? Ice cream?"

"Cookie dough!" Buffy blurted out.

"Have a cravin' huh?"

"I usually don't allow myself to give in to that temptation, but since I've been doing a lot of that lately, it's opened a floodgate."

"That's a good way to describe it," Faith chuckled.

Buffy could almost see her smirk and the eyebrow wiggle she knew Faith was doing.

"Yeah, well, that's all your fault you know," Buffy said, accusingly.

"I know and I'm proud of it."

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't spend too much time at the store. I've got a surprise for you."

"Damn, girl, now I won't be able to concentrate. Fuck." Faith had to shake her head to rid it of the mental image of Buffy's surprise. "See ya soon."

"Love you, sweetheart," Buffy said, quickly.

Faith kissed the mouthpiece and had to clear her throat before speaking, "Love you too." Her heart had taken residence somewhere where her larynx should have been, and she was grateful that the call had ended when it did. She was still so amazed that she was with the woman of her dreams, and actually getting to hear her say "I love you", that she felt like she could cry. Her feminine hormones were definitely dominant at times like these.

After Buffy hung up with Faith, she decided to take another shower and get ready for the surprise she wanted to give. It wasn't much, just a welcome home dinner, that she planned to serve in the almost nude, but she hoped Faith would see it for the gesture it was, she wanted to wait on and spoil her a little as a thank you and to let her know she was loved.

Despite their best intentions, the next hour for both of them did not go as planned. Buffy ended up getting a phone call from Angel, and Cordelia paid an on-location visit to Faith.

"Hey, Cor, what's up?" Faith said when she saw Cordelia walking towards her.

"'What's up'?!" Cordelia did not sound or look the least bit happy. "'What's up' is that you've been ignoring my calls, and you haven't been home. The question is: What the fuck is up with you?!"

"I've been stayin' with a friend, workin' on the new movie."

"Oh really? Does Oz know? 'Cause he's been trying to get a hold of you too."

"Fuck. Somethin' wrong?"

"No, nothing major, just that he's running late with the script and shooting will be pushed back another week or so. Although I don't know why he's bothering with the script so much, it's like he's writing a fucking art film. Didn't anyone tell him it's a fucking porno?"

"Have you seen it?"

"Xander has, he told me it was a love story. Can you fucking believe it? Porn with an actual plot. I've seen a lot in my day, but not that."

Faith smiled, "The man's got vision."

"He's got a hard on for sappy stories is what he's got."

"Well, don't get your panties all in a bunch, I'm sure it's gonna have a lot of sex in it."

"That's a given," Cordelia agreed. "So, who're you staying with?"

"A friend."

Cordelia eyed her suspiciously and then spoke, "I'd ask you if it was Buffy, but Hank said she's in New York helping Dawn move back to L.A."

"Oh really?" Faith was surprised to hear Buffy's cover story. She didn't think she'd lie to her parents like that.

"Yeah, really. So, can you blow this shit off and we go get some food or what? I'm fucking starving."

"Goddamn, Cor. You got a worm or somethin'? You're always hungry."

Cordelia looked like she was about to say something and changed her mind, "Look who's talking! I never saw someone eat a whole pizza before."

"First of all, it all goes straight to my dick," Faith pointed to her crotch. "Secondly, I had just come off of being sick for like a week, and third, no, I can't blow this off." Faith saw her friend and the people she was meeting with coming out of the conference room. "Break's over, I gotta get back to it."

"Call me tomorrow?" Cordy asked like someone who was losing touch with her friend and was desperate not to.

"Sure thing," Faith went to walk away and Cordelia grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a chaste one.

"Whoever she is, I hope she's treating you right," She whispered into Faith's ear and let her go.

Faith didn't say anything, she just looked into Cordelia's eyes, gave her a faint smile and nodded before turning to walk away.

"Hey, I'll be in Vegas for a little while, just in case you decide to try and come by my house!" Cordelia yelled. "Not that you ever do anymore." She sounded disappointed as she said that last part quietly on the way to her car.

"I thought you were coming home soon?" Buffy tried to sound disappointed.

"Things happened, and I'm needed here."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to deal."

"Aww, baby. You think I'd rather be here than there?"

"I don't know."

"Not even close."

"So when then?"

"Probably another week, give or take a week or so."

"Angel, that makes no sense," Buffy said, impatiently. "If you're saying a week, then give or take a week that means you could be home now."

Angel laughed, "I didn't think of it like that. But I guess I meant in a week or two."

"Oh. Well, I guess if you have to…"

"It'd be for the best I think."

"Is it for the production?"

"Yeah, well. Something like that," He said with a slyness to his voice.

"Angel, what's it for?" Buffy said, irritated. She had it with the games, and really only wanted Angel to come home so she could talk to him about their future. The one that didn't have them married.

"It's for a modeling job, and possibly a part in a new movie. I'm meeting with some of the executives tomorrow."

"Oh, that's good, I guess. Well, I have a few things to do here, so I'll talk to you later."

"I'll call you tomorrow after I meet with them. Love ya, baby."

"L-love you too," Buffy had trouble getting that out. The more time she spent with Faith, the harder it was telling Angel she loved him. She had already stopped feeling guilty of being with Faith by the second time they were together.

Almost an hour later than she had intended, Faith was dropped off at the hotel.

"Thanks, dude. I appreciate it," Faith said, to Larry.

"You're welcome, Faith. Anytime," He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Faith sighed quietly, "Larry, you're cute and all, but I only do chicks."

"And I only do guys, but I saw your movie and I thought…"

"'What a beautiful cock?'"

Larry laughed, "Yeah."

"Sorry, man. I've got someone." Faith tried to let him down easy but really, there was no way to do that. She had Buffy now and eyes for no one else.

"Oh well, it doesn't hurt to try."

"Or try something new?"

"Exactly," Larry smiled big at her.  

"Well, if I ever change my mind I'll give you a call," She returned his smile and gave his shoulder a small shove.

"Hopefully at that time I won't have changed mine, because you really know how to work it."

"I appreciate that," She held her hand out for a shake. "You're cool, man. We should hang out sometime."

"I'd like that. You don't meet enough good people in this town."

"Ain't that the truth," She opened the door and got out. "Thanks again. I really appreciate the help."

"You need help with the bags you brought?"

"Nah, I'm good," She smiled at him as she opened the back door and took out the two bags. "Thanks again, Larry."

"No worries. Tell the lucky girl I said 'Hi'. Whoever she is…" Larry smiled and waited until Faith closed the door and walked into the building before driving away. "A porn star with a monogamy clause. Go figure." He mused as he drove away.

Faith walked in the front door of the hotel and looked over at the desk. She nodded and smiled at Jonathan who smiled back, he waited until she passed him and then quickly reached for the phone and buzzed their room. He watched as Faith got onto the elevator.

"Hello?"

"She's in the elevator!"

"Thanks, Jonathan!" Buffy said excitedly. "Will they bring the food up in about an hour?"

"Sure thing. Have a good time."

Buffy smiled, "Thanks." She hung up quickly and checked herself in the mirror one last time before arranging herself on the couch.

Faith slid her key in the lock and pulled it out quickly, she managed not to drop the paper bags of groceries that she had brought in with her.

"Honey, I'm home," She called out into the room.

"I'm in here on the couch!"

"Whatta ya doin'? Watchin' TV?" Faith asked. "I brought…" She trailed off as the couch came into view and she saw Buffy lounging in what had to be the sexiest nightie she'd ever seen on anyone. Well, she'd seen better nighties than what Buffy had on currently, at model shows that Cordy had dragged her to, she'd just never see them look as sexy as they were looking to her right now.

Buffy smiled as one of the packages slowly toppled over from Faith's hand and she was finally brought out of her lustful thoughts.

"I uhhh…" Faith said as she set the other package down and tried to stuff the contents of the fallen bag back into it. "I ummm…"

"Faith."

"Yeah?"

"Forget about the bags."

"Okay."

Faith quickly dropped the bag she was putting back together and walked over to the couch. She stood in front of Buffy and eyed her body.

Buffy could see Faith was hard, and it thrilled her to know that she had made her that way.

"You like what you see?" She said, coyly.

Faith stood slightly slack jawed and nodded dumbly.

"I thought I'd surprise you…dinner will be here in about…" Buffy eyed the clock on the table. "Fifty five minutes."

"Well they better bring it later or leave it outside, 'cause I'm startin' with dessert first." Faith dropped to her knees and shuffled the few inches that would bring her in contact with Buffy. They shared a short passionate kiss hello and then Faith pulled back and straightened Buffy to a sitting position.

She smirked as she started to un-wrap her, "It's not my birthday, baby. But I appreciate you getting all prettied up just like a present for me."

"I wanted to surprise you…" It was Buffy's turn to sound dumbstruck. She was obviously in lust for Faith and couldn't wait for her to do whatever it was she wanted to do with her.

When the strings of Buffy's babydoll nightie were untied, Faith let the panels fall to either side. She knelt up straight and smoothed her hands over Buffy's creamy skin and reached higher and higher, slowly, until she was palming the blonde's breasts.

"Oh…" Buffy said, with a breathy moan.

Faith tweaked her nipples briefly and trailed her hands down Buffy's torso to her legs. She looked into Buffy's eyes with a wry smile on her face as she massaged both thighs. Not taking her eyes off of Buffy she silently asked for her permission to pull her legs apart. Buffy granted it by smiling and opening them slightly, she let Faith do the rest.

Faith had that feeling like her heart would burst at the way Buffy was acting. She was being a little shy, a little tentative, but eager to have Faith do with her what she pleased.

And Faith was happy to please Buffy. That was evident by the rock hard bulge in her straining jeans.

Faith kept up the eye contact with Buffy, she had desire in her eyes, and a hint of mischief but before Buffy had a chance to even think about being worried that Faith would tease her, the brunette pulled her thighs apart wider and placed a loving kiss on her labia. She groaned deep in her throat as she kept her gaze on Buffy.

Buffy's heart was pounding in her chest and she thought she might hyperventilate from the excitement that was building up in her, from both Faith's actions and the unbridled passion she could see for her smoldering in those dark eyes. They were staring at her like she was a precious thing to be worshipped. It was making her pussy throb in anticipation of the pleasure she knew she was about to receive.

Faith kissed Buffy's pussy lips again, but this time she used her tongue too, just barely poking through and separating the pink folds. She ran her tongue slowly and lazily upwards and Buffy moaned a little louder and slightly closed her eyes. Faith took one of Buffy's hands and squeezed on it, she got the desired reaction from Buffy she was looking to get: Buffy opened her eyes again and looked at Faith.

Her pussy contracted strongly at not only the feeling of what Faith was doing to her, but of the visual she was getting from it. She thought the sight of Faith eating her pussy was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

Faith continued her long slow licks, and wet kisses to Buffy's outer lips and clit hood. It wasn't until Faith sealed her lips around Buffy's clit and swiped her tongue rapidly across the swollen nub that Buffy tossed her head back and threw her legs over Faith's shoulders, trapping her head in between her thighs. Faith pulled Buffy forward a little more and repositioned her legs, so her head didn't feel like it was in a vice.

"Oh…hmm, oh…yeah…Faith…oh yeah…oh fuck…" Was the mantra Buffy was repeating over and over, it was apparent she was going to come any moment.

Faith kept up her assault on Buffy's clit, and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt.

"Yes, fuck, yes! Oh Faith…please…fuck me…oh please!"

Faith obliged by sliding her two fingers in and out of Buffy's quivering flesh, while still keeping up the rapid pace of her tongue across her clit.

Buffy tried to hold off the orgasm that she knew was coming. She wanted to keep the feelings in just for a few more moments but something didn't want that to happen. Something that was deep inside and wanting to get out.

A guttural moan started low in Buffy's throat, and if she was aware she was doing it, she would have been slightly embarrassed, but she wasn't aware of anything, except that she never wanted Faith to stop what she was doing.

Ever.

Faith heard the moan and knew that meant Buffy was about to come. She got her other hand in between the side of her head and Buffy's thigh, she knew the blonde possessed stronger than normal thigh muscles, and she didn't want to lose consciousness. She wasn't planning on stopping for a while.

"Fuck…Don't stop, Faith…oh don't fucking stop…don't you stop! FUCK!"

After adding another finger to Buffy's pussy, Faith redoubled her efforts on Buffy's exploding clit. She knew Buffy wouldn't be able to handle too much when she stopped coming, so the object was not to let Buffy stop coming for a while.

Faith knew it was possible, but she guessed that Buffy didn't.  

As soon as she felt Buffy clawing at her back, she knew she should stop, but she didn't.

"Faith, no, I can't no. Oh my god, you've gotta…oh fuck that feels…Oh my god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

Faith kept stroking Buffy's G-spot and lightly tonguing her dripping pussy, she was careful not to directly lave over her clit, because at the moment it would feel painful to Buffy.

But as soon as she saw the little man in the boat make his appearance again, she went back to trying to kill Buffy with orgasms.

It worked.

After an hour of eating her to three monster orgasms and at least a dozen baby monster ones, Faith finally lifted her head from between Buffy's thighs and gingerly removed her fingers from her quivering slit.

With a sly grin on her face she looked at Buffy who appeared to be passed out. Faith bent down and gave Buffy's overworked pussy one last leisurely lick and a soft but loving kiss.

Buffy groaned, but couldn't manage any protest. She was relieved when she felt Faith flop down beside her, gather her in her arms, and place a loving kiss on the side of her face. She whispered her love for Buffy and it made the blonde smile.

"Food's here, B."

"Huh?"

Suddenly Faith was standing next to the bed, that Buffy had been apparently transported to without her knowledge, looking down at her and it was obvious she had showered, though she was still only dressed in her robe.

"Food." Faith clarified. "Came about an hour ago. I didn't wanna wake ya."

Buffy tried hard to focus her eyes, "Who?"

Faith laughed while trying to stuff a handful of fried string onions into her mouth.

"Careful," Buffy breathed out sleepily. "You'll choke."

She then turned on her side and cuddled back into Faith's pillow. Faith decided not to try to keep her up when she heard the soft snores that emanated from the blonde.

After she finished eating what was in her mouth, Faith knelt down at the side of the bed and took Buffy's hand in hers. She kissed her knuckles before whispering, "You sleep well, baby. Rest up. I've got more planned for you." Faith smiled wistfully at the cute picture a happily snuggling and sexually contented Buffy painted. She leaned in and gave her another sweet kiss on her cheek before getting up and calling down to the desk.

"Front desk, how may I be of assistance?"

"Hey, Jonny Boy, can you have someone come pick up the food cart?"

"Sure thing, right away, Ms. Lehane. Was the food to your liking?"

"Always is, but uhhh we didn't really get to eat much of it. Can you have them box it up and send it to an address I'll give you? I know some people who could really use it right now."

"Of course."

"Tell the Chef no hard feelings, we just had um, ya know, other things that needed to be done."

"I understand perfectly," Jonathan said, genuinely. "Will you be needing anything else tonight?"

"Actually, we could use more towels, and could you have someone bring up two carafes of orange and cranberry juice, and a pot of coffee, in an hour."

"Are you sure about an hour?"

"Heh, oh yeah, sorry. Yeah I'm sure. Tell ya what, I'll call when I need it, how's that?"

"Very well, sounds like a plan."

"Cool, dude. I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem at all. You're one of our best customers. I'm happy to do anything you need."

"I bet you say that to all the high rollers," Faith laughed.

"Well, we're required to. But…" Jonathan hesitated and Faith could almost see him looking around. When he spoke into the mouthpiece again his voice was discreetly lower. "…you and Ms. Summers really are wonderful people. I can't tell you the number of jerks that take advantage of our hospitality. You two are the only ones who really care to tip well and Ms. Summers always sends a thank you note after her stay."

Faith looked over with pride at her sleeping lover.

"She's somethin' huh?"

"Indeed she is. Is there anything else you'd like us to get ready for you?"

"Can you bring me a dozen red roses?"

"Sure thing."

"Wait, no. How about a dozen pink?" Faith wasn't sure which ones Buffy would like better.

"Red signifies passion…" Jonathan added helpfully.

"Then get me two dozen red roses."

"Charge them to the room?"

"Absolutely."

"Very well…but…"

"But what?" Faith was confused.

"White mixed with red signifies an unbreakable unity."

"Okay, two dozen red mixed in with a dozen white."

"Excellent choice."

"Your brother doesn't happen to own a flower shop, does he?"

"Why ever would you think that?" Jonathan said, coyly.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks again."

"You're quite welcome, and I'll have him give you a discount."

"Dude!" Faith said, incredulous.

"It's unbreakable unity…passionate unbreakable unity," Jonathan explained.

"You're a con man."

"About many things maybe, but not about love," He said, sincerely.

Faith had to concede, "I owe you one."

"Not at all, consider this a thank you."

"I appreciate it."

Buffy started to stir.

"I gotta go, dude," Faith whispered quickly and then put the receiver back in its cradle.

After a few minutes of watching Buffy and deciding she wasn't about to wake up, Faith went to put away the groceries she had brought earlier, she then stretched out on the couch to read a magazine and wait for Buffy to wake up.

A couple of hours later, Buffy woke up to the smell of breakfast being made. She heard someone that sounded like Faith cursing because her finger was burnt.

Opening her eyes slowly and letting them focus on the room, she stretched languorously before getting up and going to the kitchenette to see what was happening.

She stopped to admire the flowers and the card that was attached to them. "To B, from F. My love, always." Her heart beat rapidly and she bent to smell them.

When she heard Faith curse again she looked up and smiled. She could see Faith in her low slung white jeans and white t-shirt cooking what appeared to be pancakes and trying to save one that fell on the cook top. There was also bacon cooking in a griddle on the counter.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Faith quipped without turning around and it slightly jarred Buffy out of her thoughts.

"Can I help?"

"Nope, I'm almost done here. You can take a shower if ya want."

"Did I sleep through the whole night?"

"Nah, it's only eight. You've been out for a couple of hours. I was gonna wake you when I was done cooking."

Buffy sheepishly pawed at her hair.

"I must look a-fright."

Faith finally turned and fixed her with a look of pure desire. It made Buffy's pussy throb.

"You look good enough to eat," Faith said and let her tongue travel slowly and wetly over her lips.

Buffy was entranced for a few moments.

"Uhhh, speaking of that. You were…you were like…"

"An animal?" Faith wiggled her eyebrows.

"Insatiable," Buffy's cheeks flushed from the memory of the pleasure she had endured, but her face was serious.

"What can I say? Can't get enough of you and your sweetness."

"But for a whole hour? I think you killed me."

"You complainin'?"

"Oh, no…I just…it was…" Buffy figured she better take Faith's advice and take a shower before she got herself in trouble. "I better go get washed."

If she got herself into trouble Faith might withhold oral sex from her, and God forbid any other kind of sex. She might have been a little worried about how Faith had tried to kill her with orgasms, but she certainly didn't want her to stop.

Even though they had only done it a few times, certainly a lot less than she and Angel had done it, she was completely and utterly addicted to sex with Faith. Usually that would have scared her, because she didn't like feeling out of control with her emotions, but she had a feeling that Faith wouldn't use that against her and exploit what she felt.

She couldn't help smiling as she took her shower and thought of what Faith had done to her earlier. She decided her surprise went well. After a few more minutes, Buffy was done with her shower and as soon as she turned off the taps, the door to the bathroom burst open. Faith rushed in and grabbed her naked and dripping from the shower.

"What the?!" Buffy exclaimed.

"You were taking too long."

"What?!"

Faith gathered Buffy in her arms and carried her through the vestibule to the bed where she saw towels laid flat on the bed for her. She was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of them and then Faith stalked over her body, like an animal toying with its prey.

"Faith…you made food…" Buffy tried to distract her.

"I know, I did…can't I help you dry off first?"

Buffy didn't have a chance to answer, because Faith captured her lips in a hot wet kiss.

"And besides, I haven't kissed you for what? Like three hours or somethin'. I was goin' nuts!" Faith said, when the kiss was done.

"You ravished me for over an hour, I think you've had your fill for a while."

"You're not serious are you?"

"Ummm…" Buffy was seriously shocked that Faith would be thinking of doing anything more to her body tonight.

"You better not be!"

Faith took one of the towels she had laid on the bed and began to towel Buffy off. She was swift, but effective and surprisingly gentle in her efforts to get Buffy dry.

When she was satisfied that her drying mission on Buffy's body was accomplished, Faith pulled her into a sitting position to towel her hair. When that was somewhat dry she reached for the brush on the nightstand and went to brush Buffy's hair for her.

"Faith," Buffy scoffed, trying to capture the brush. "I'm not paralyzed."

Faith sighed, "Can't you just let me spoil you a little?"

Buffy's heart broke at the innocent question and she conceded immediately. The stark contrast of how Faith treated her and how she was treated by Angel, even when they first started going out, was jarring. She was always fighting with Angel about being spoiled. He would call her a spoiled brat, and she would tell him how she paid her way through college. He of course would laugh at her and tell her lap dances to earn money for college wasn't exactly working. At first she would argue with him and tell him that the dancing she did made her happy and the bonus was she could earn enough money so she wouldn't have to rely on her parents for everything. She stopped making that argument when she realized it didn't make a difference to him what she did. Even if she had worked at a law firm as a secretary he would have put her down. And if she had made it on her own and never had parents to give her anything, he still would have called her spoiled.

"Such a brat," Faith chided her.

"I am not!" Buffy pouted and it made Faith laugh.

"Yeah, and I'm not gorgeous and my dick isn't huge," Faith stated matter-of-factly.

Buffy whispered quietly but with conviction, "You are beautiful…so beautiful…"

Faith smiled and then scooped up a still-naked Buffy from the bed.

"Aren't you going to dress me?"

"Why? I'm only gonna have to rip it off ya again when we're done eating."

"Surely you're not intending to…"

"Ravish you all night? Fuckin' A, I am!"

Faith carried Buffy over to the table and sat her on her lap. Buffy saw the preparation Faith put into the food and her eyes got big.

"Strawberries!"

"With chocolate sauce, cream, waffles, pancakes and bacon."

Buffy wrinkled her nose at the bacon.

"It's turkey bacon," Faith said.

"I'm not exactly in a meat mood," Buffy confessed and then realized she had led herself into that one. "I mean…"

"I get whatcha mean, B. 'Cause you better be in a meat mood." Faith winked at her.

Buffy could feel Faith's hardness against her naked flesh and involuntarily shifted against it causing Faith to groan slightly.

"You keep that up and we won't make it through the first bite," Faith warned.

"Are you going to feed me?"

"Of course," Faith cleared her throat and tried to gain some control of her hormones. "It's what I'm here for…attending to you."

Buffy dutifully opened her mouth each time Faith held the fork in front of her face. They made it through a whole pancake before some syrup dripped on the area right above Buffy's breast. She was just about to wipe it off of herself with a napkin when Faith leaned in and licked it off sensuously. Goosebumps broke out on Buffy's skin.

"That feels good," Buffy breathed.

"It tastes good too," Faith mused when she was done licking Buffy's skin clean.

Faith laid the fork down on the plate and pulled Buffy in for a short but sweet kiss. She then picked up a big, juicy looking strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate sauce that had been on a warming plate to keep it melted. She put the end without the chocolate in her mouth and looked at Buffy with a gleam in her eye, Buffy smiled and leaned down slightly, she bit into the strawberry and moaned softly. Faith kept her mouth close to Buffy's, waiting for her to finish what was in her mouth. She leaned in again and offered her the other half, which Buffy accepted gratefully. After the strawberry was consumed, they shared a deep kiss, both trying to dominate the other with their tongue. After a few moments Faith pulled away reluctantly from the kiss. She had more plans for Buffy and the food.

Next, she scooped up some chocolate sauce with another strawberry and slathered it over Buffy's nipple.

"Oooh, that's warm," Buffy noted with a low whisper.

Faith then offered the strawberry to Buffy, but not the same way she had with the previous strawberry. Buffy was slightly disappointed but accepted it anyway. Her disappointment disappeared when she felt Faith's tongue circling her nipple. Both girls were moaning at the pleasure that was being created in Faith's mouth.

Once all the chocolate was gone from her nipple and Buffy's strawberry was eaten, Faith pulled back and looked at her. She saw desire there, and she knew there would be no protest if she took this playful feeding a step further. Buffy had been squirming on her lap, especially when the chocolate sauce was being licked from her nipple, and Faith knew she would be ready for her. She started to undo the buttons of her fly, but Buffy shooed her hands away and took over. She quickly had the rest of the buttons undone on her white jeans and snaked her hand in, taking a firm hold on Faith's hard cock.

With her eyes, Buffy issued a sort of a challenge, and then spoke it, "I want you in me now."

Faith couldn't think of anything more perfect to hear at that moment, but she still wanted to play.

"I thought you were too fucked out?"

"We'll take it slow," Buffy said, succinctly.

"Oh we will, will we?" Faith teasingly questioned.

Buffy nodded as she released Faith's stiff cock from her fly and quickly switched her position so she could straddle Faith. In a flash she had the head of Faith's cock at her opening and sat down fully on it.

"Damn girl…" Faith moaned. "Thought you were gonna take it slow?"

Buffy groaned, "We're gonna take it slow. Don't move."

Faith wanted to thrust, but on Buffy's command stayed still.

After a few moments, the smaller pulses of Buffy's pussy became stronger and stronger until that's all there was in the universe for them.

Everything else just fell away.

Faith hugged Buffy closer and moaned in her ear, "Fuck, B. Your pussy feels so damned good…"

Buffy squeezed her muscles around Faith's shaft and they both moaned. There was no other explanation for the feelings besides the fact that they were extremely hot for each other, and their sex just got better and better. They also both felt a strong connection that they had not felt with any of their other lovers. Even more of a connection then Buffy thought she had with Charlie.

This slow love-making went on for a half an hour, both gave each other kisses and whispered declarations of love. It continued until the pulses of Buffy's sex became stronger than ever and she cried out while hugging Faith tightly to her. Faith pulled Buffy back slightly and sucked on one of her distended nipples to help prolong her pleasure. When she felt a second, and decidedly stronger orgasm come to its crescendo in Buffy, she couldn't hold back any longer and tilting her head up to the ceiling, she came with a shout. Its veracity and length surprised both of them, lasting a good minute, and leaving them both gasping for breath and hoarse as it ended.

"Oh, fuck, Faith…what…what was that?" Buffy manage to rasp out finally.

"I dunno…that shit was…fuck it was intense! It was…stored up all day, I guess."

"Isn't that what they call tantric sex?"

"Not sure, but I call it fuckin' amazing sex. It's like we were one. Damn, I love that shit!"

They spent another minute or so of getting their breathing under control before Buffy broke the silence.

"It was amazing, and you know what else was amazing?"

"What?"

"The roses with the card and the strawberries with the chocolate."

Faith smiled and wiggled her brow, "I knew you'd love that."

"Are there any more?"

Faith looked around Buffy, picked up another ripe looking strawberry and dipped it in the sauce then popped it quickly in her mouth. Buffy scoffed and Faith pulled her down into a kiss and shared the strawberry and chocolate with her in a big passionate, delicious kiss. After it was done, Buffy pulled back and noticed some chocolate sauce that had dripped on the area just under Faith's lip. Her eyes were drawn to it and her tongue came out in sympathy to swipe at her own lip.

"You want more, dontcha?" Faith asked, smiling.

Buffy nodded with a look of desire in her eyes.

Faith jutted her hips and Buffy groaned.

"Tell me you want it," Faith's face became serious.

Buffy didn't hesitate in answering, "I want it."

"Damn, you're becoming insatiable, baby."

"What can I say, I love chocolate," Buffy shrugged.

"Huh?" Faith knitted her brow in confusion.

Buffy leaned in and licked the chocolate off of Faith's chin.

"You had some chocolate on you and I wanted more."

"Oh, that's what you wanted," Faith pouted.

Buffy squeezed her vaginal muscles around Faith's semi-stiff member.

"Don't be like that, Faith. You should know I always want more of you, baby."

"You better," Faith said, and punctuated the statement with another thrust of her hips.

"I…I couldn't…"

"Never say 'never'." Faith said, as she lifted Buffy and carried her over to a round wooden table that was near the windows and laid her on top of it.

"Faith…seriously I don't know if…" Buffy's word's trailed off as Faith started a rhythm that made her forget what she was about to protest.

The pleasure that was coursing through her pussy, was again something that Buffy had never experienced, and even with all the sex she had today, she was still about to marvel at another orgasm that was about to take over her body.

Faith kept her hips pumping through Buffy's screams of pleasure, and then slowed and finally came to a stop to let Buffy catch her breath.

Even though Faith knew the answer, she still asked the question, "Did you come, baby?"

Buffy nodded, she looked as though she were floating on a cloud of pleasure.

"That was a quick one, but damn it felt so fucking good around me. God damn, B!"

Buffy sought Faith's mouth for a much needed kiss. As their tongues intertwined, Faith started a slow pace, and Buffy's breath caught in her throat each time the top of Faith's cock hit her spot.  

After thirty minutes Buffy had started to speak in tongues, and lost track of how many orgasms she had. She briefly thought it had to be some sort of a world record, but that thought was wiped from her mind as another orgasm was ripping through her body.

It seemed like Faith had been possessed by something that kept her hard and held her orgasm back. As the action moved to the bed, Buffy again was left to marvel at Faith's strength. She held Buffy up and fucked her to another orgasm while standing, before laying her on the bed and covering her body fully with her own.

"Oh, Faith, this is…oh fuck--" Buffy stopped as she looked in Faith's eyes and felt her cock that was buried deep twitch a few times. Then she felt Faith start again in a slow rhythm and wondered briefly how long she could keep fucking her like this, and if she even cared that it seemed like she would never stop.

As the pace of Faith's hips picked up, she leaned in and captured Buffy's mouth in another desperate kiss, her tongue matching her hips stride for stride into Buffy's mouth. Faith had Buffy's arms pinned above her head and leaned on them as she lifted herself from their kiss to look at Buffy's face.

The expressions and sounds Buffy made from the pure and unadulterated ecstasy that was constantly coursing through her body and the sudden opening of her hazel eyes caused Faith to lose the control she had been employing to hold her orgasm back.

"Mother fucker!" Faith shouted as she powered her hips ever faster into Buffy and came violently.

Buffy held onto Faith tightly and couldn't believe that she felt the pace of Faith's hips pick up as she continued to come inside of her. From out of nowhere it seemed an orgasmic bolt of lightning struck the bed and Buffy shouted through another orgasm that had her pussy strongly contracting around Faith's impossibly hard dick and Faith let out a brief high pitched scream and finally collapsed on top of Buffy. For a few long moments the only movement came from Faith's still pulsing cock and Buffy's quivering pussy.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a minute Faith turned her face towards Buffy's cheek and whispered her love in between bursts of air, gently pulling herself out of Buffy's pussy.

Surprisingly or maybe not surprisingly, Buffy felt an immediate emptiness and wished Faith had stayed where she was a little longer.

Faith flopped herself over onto her back next to Buffy and seemed content to be there just breathing heavily.

For the first time since she had been with Faith, Buffy felt awkward and didn't know what to do. All of a sudden she felt like she didn't belong on the bed and wondered if Faith was going to tell her to leave.

"What're you still doing there?" Faith asked, after she had composed herself enough to speak without wheezing.

Buffy's heart froze and she couldn't believe what she feared was coming true. For a moment she thought she must've imagined it.

"W-what?" She asked, needing clarification, her heart was on the verge of breaking.

"I said what are you still doing there?" Faith's voice held what Buffy could only think was contempt.

"H-here? I'm…I was…d-do you want me to leave?"

"Leave? What the fuck? Would you just get your ass over here?!" Faith reached out for Buffy and pulled her into a hug and then situated her so the blonde's head was leaning on her shoulder. She kissed Buffy's temple and sighed out. "Fuck, I love you Buffy. I think we've said this before, but I'll say it again, I don't even know what's gonna happen in the next week, month, year, or whatever, but I'm so fucking glad I'm here with you now!"

Buffy smiled and turned to Faith for another sweet kiss.

"Well tomorrow I promised I'd go see my uncle, so you're coming with me. And that's what we know about the next day. It's the week, month and years that are still a mystery."

Faith laughed and squeezed Buffy tighter to her, "Well as long as I can be like this with you, I won't stress over the mysterious thing known as 'the future'."

Buffy leaned in and gave Faith another loving kiss and drifted off with her. The last thoughts she had before drifting off were of the roses and the card that Faith had written to her.

And of how good she was going to feel when she finally told Angel she was leaving him.

Chapter 11- Can't Keep You My Dirty Little Secret

"Buffy, darling! Come in!" Buffy's Uncle beamed at her and gave her a big hug and a European style double-cheeked kiss. "I see you've brought a friend." He looked at Faith, who had knelt down to play with his two dogs that had run out to greet the girls. He whispered to Buffy, "What a dishy looking thing she is."

"Oh stop," Buffy said, playfully. "Don't try to make a move on her, she's taken."

"By you I hope," He whispered conspiratorially. "And besides, Richard would kill me."

"Where is Uncle Richard?"

"He's out back by the pool, getting it ready, we thought you'd be a little later." He gave the dogs a command and they sat down dutifully waiting for the next one.

"Faith, I'd like you to meet my uncle," Buffy said, holding on to her uncle's arm, presenting him. "Quentin Travers."

"Faith," He greeted her and extended his hand for her to shake. "Welcome to my home, I'm so glad to finally meet you."

Faith took his hand and shook. "It's an honor, sir," She said while shaking. "I've seen a lot of your movies and it's…well…it's just an honor."

Buffy noticed that Faith looked slightly star struck and it was curious to her because her uncle was always just one of those people that she thought of as family.

"Oh, those old things," Quentin said, dismissively.

"Old things?" Faith asked, finally noticed she was still shaking his hand and let go. "Sorry."

"It's okay, you have warm hands," Quentin mused.

"But how can you say that about your movies? I mean your work in Star Planet…I mean…I just…damn."

"Thank you very much," Quentin said, sincerely. "That movie has made quite a lot of money for me. Especially since the younger generation has taken an interest in it."

"It's great!" Faith said, enthusiastically.

"Won't you come in and have a drink?" He smiled at her. "Buffy, some wine?"

Buffy took Faith's arm and led her inside, the brunette was still a bit dazed.

"I'll have whatever you recommend, Uncle Q. Faith, did you want anything to drink?"

"Umm, do you have juice?"

"Yes, I have passion fruit, carrot, vegetable, white grape and peach."

"Passion fruit is fine, thanks." She smiled demurely.

"I'll be right back."

"B," Faith immediately turned to Buffy. "You never told me Quentin Travers was your uncle!"

"So?"

"So?!" Faith was incredulous. "SO?! He fucking's been in some of the best fuckin' movies ever made!"

"He's just my uncle, Faith." Buffy shrugged.

"Oh my God!" Faith slapped her forehead and then laughed. "I can't believe you."

"I mean I know he's famous and all, and I've seen his movies, but he's still just Uncle Q."

Faith shook her head.

"Damn, I just…you need to give me a minute here."

"Tell you what, you have a look around, I'll go help my uncle in the kitchen. Knowing him, he's bringing out more than just drinks."

Buffy gave Faith a kiss on the cheek, that Faith turned into a hot kiss on the lips and then reluctantly left her to look at the décor of the living room, while she joined her uncle in the kitchen.

"Need any help?" She asked.

"Thanks, dear, I'm almost done. I thought you and your girlfriend would like some nibbles."

"I knew it," Buffy said and then looked at him curiously. "Why do you so readily assume she's my girlfriend?"

"Well, dear. I'm hoping you've come to your senses and dumped that good for nothing oafish, ne'er do well."

"Uncle Q, you can just call him 'Angel', you know."

"I know, but it's not as fun," He said, with a devilish glint in his eye.

"I also heard the 'you have warm hands' comment you made to Faith."

"Well, darling," Quentin stopped filling the glasses with the wine, and put his hand on his chest as if to signify the utmost sincerity in what he was about to say. "I've just never felt someone with hands so cold. It's almost like shaking a cold, dead thing." He illustrated his distaste by shuddering and wiping his hand on his shirt.

Buffy sighed, but smiled. "He's got a condition."

"Yes, it's called being a cold hearted bastard, but far be it from me to dictate who you should be seeing."

"Well, as a matter of fact…" Buffy said, slowly.

"No…don't make me squeal right here!"

"It's not official…but as soon as he gets back I'm going to break it off."

"Really?!"

"Yes," Buffy smiled. "Really."

"Oh darling!" Quentin pulled her into a hug. "I'm so happy!"

"Uncle Q, stop. You're being…"

"I know, a catty bitch." He let her go and went to finish filling the wine glasses. "But I just hate how he treats you and I can't believe my sister and brother-in-law allow their daughter to be treated that way."

"They can't do anything about who I see, just like your parents couldn't tell you not to date men."

"Oh, they tried, darling, but your Uncle Quentin is more clever than that. I moved to the States and never looked back."

Buffy went quiet for a moment, then a question popped into her head, "So, back to what I asked earlier, what makes you think I'm going out with Faith?"

"I see the way you look at her," Quentin said without hesitation and stated so plainly one couldn't help but tell that it signified truth.

Just then, a man came into the kitchen and smiled at Quentin and Buffy.

"It's the same way Richard looked at me when we first met," He smiled at his husband.

"Hello Buffy!" Richard exclaimed.

"Uncle Rich!" Buffy said enthusiastically and met him in a hug.

"Oh, you don't come to see us often enough!" He said still hugging her.

"I know, I promise I'll start coming at least every other weekend," Buffy said, sincerely.

"You don't have to promise, we know you're busy, dear."

"And of course you two have been jetting off to God knows where," Buffy said.

"Majorca and Cannes are hardly 'God knows where', sweetie. At any rate, you've left your girlfriend abandoned amongst the art and the comfortable chairs," Quentin said, with a flourish.

"Oh yes!" Richard said, dramatically. "We must rescue her!"

As they made their way into the living room they saw Faith looking through a photo album that had been on the coffee table.

She had the biggest smile on her face and Buffy's face lit up when she saw her.

Quentin smiled and prodded her to move forward.

"Hey!" Faith said when she noticed they had come into the room. "Look at little Buffy!" She pointed to a picture she was currently looking at. It was one Buffy's father had taken of her and her mother visiting Quentin on the set of his biggest movie. "You're wearing space boots, B!" Faith was clearly pleased with the picture.

"Oh no, not those pictures, Uncle Q," Buffy groaned. "How could you leave those out?"

He shrugged and smiled at Faith's exuberance at seeing Buffy's childhood pictures.

"Heh," Faith chuckled.

"What?" Buffy asked.

"You call him Uncle Q. Like the dude in the 007 movies."

"Well as a matter of fact…" Quentin started to say.

"No, don't tell me! You're gonna be Q?!"

"No, what I was going to say was that they were looking at me to be Q back in the sixties, but they decided to go with an older gentleman."

"Oh damn, did you know the dude who beat you out for the part?"

"Yes, I knew Desmond very well. Was a very nice chap. I recommended him for the part actually."

"I would have loved to see you beside Sean Connery," Richard said, wistfully.

Faith noticed that another person was in the room with them and her eyes got as wide as saucers.

"You…" She pointed at Richard. "You…you're…"

"Yes, I'm me," He stepped up and extended his hand to her. "Richard Wilkins the Third, at your service."

Faith stood up, dumbstruck. "It's…I can't believe it…you're like…him…"

"You mean 'The Mayor'? Guilty as charged," Richard beamed and held his hand out further, waiting for her to take it.

Buffy elbowed Faith slightly and it finally broke her out of her trance.

"Sorry," Faith took his hand and shook it. "I just…I just saw you win an Emmy the other night."

"Yes," He pointed behind him with his other hand to the mantel piece. "There it is."

Faith kept shaking his hand and looked slack-jawed at the trophy.

"I love your show!" She said, as she let go of his hand finally. "I didn't think I would. I mean a show about the mayor of a small California town, who woulda thought it would be that exciting. But it's great! I jumped up and down when you won and I usually don't do stuff like that."

"He's been rushed off his feet since the win. I tell you, I can't be more proud."

"Uncle Q…" Buffy warned.

"What dear? Just because he slept with the producer to get the gig, doesn't mean I'm not proud of him."

He burst into laughter when he saw the look of confusion on Faith's face.

"Oh, come here, dear!" Quentin extended his arms to her. "You're definitely a keeper."

Faith finally got the joke and laughed. She looked over at Buffy and mouthed the words, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Buffy shrugged.

"Here are some little nibbles I whipped up," Quentin said, as he moved them over to the sitting area. "Buffy, why don't you tell me about this new project you two are working on? Faith…canapé?" He held out the tray and a small plate to her. Richard reached over and put her drink on a table next to her and then handed her a napkin.

"Umm…" She looked at them and didn't know which to pick, they all looked delicious.

"The puff pastry ones are all different. These are onion and mushroom with parmesan cheese, these are bacon and cheddar, these are crab and these over here are cherry."

Faith's mouth was watering; she hadn't really had anything to eat since last night. She and Buffy fell asleep and then woke up late in a panic. They barely had enough time to fuck, shower and get out the door to get to her Uncle's on time. But of course, with a little creativity on their part they managed to do all three. The only bad thing was that getting something to eat was not possible and that meant that Faith was exceptionally hungry.

She watched as Buffy daintily accepted some of the salmon on rye toast from Richard, nibbled it like a lady and then took a sip of champagne from a fluted glass after she was done chewing.

Faith quickly chose two each of the puff pastry and some of the fresh vegetables that were cut up and placed on the outside of the dish.

She tried not to eat the food too fast, but soon the food on her plate was consumed. Buffy looked over and quirked an eyebrow at her.

Faith smiled sheepishly with carrot and pastry still slightly visible in her mouth.

Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Her Uncle Quentin thought she was laughing at his joke, and he laughed harder and that caused Richard to laugh harder as well.

While they were laughing, Faith snuck another two pastries each into her mouth. She was temporarily sated but it wasn't enough, and her stomach started making strange noises.

"Faith, can you join me in the kitchen for a moment?" Richard said and walked into the kitchen.

Faith looked over at Buffy and Buffy just shrugged, she went back to speaking with her Uncle and telling him all about their new project.

"Now, Faith. I could see you out there stressing out over not eating too fast, or too much. And I could tell you were mighty hungry," He reached in the refrigerator and pulled out a six inch sub. "I made these for later, but you look like you could use yours now. Besides, Quentin will probably want to grill later anyway." He smiled at her and got a tin from over on the counter. "Here are some cookies…And….." He reached in the cupboard got a glass out and poured a tall glass of milk. "Here's some milk to wash them down with. Take your time and enjoy. I'll just be out there catching up a little with Buffy."

Faith looked at him and the milk and laughed, "Thanks, Sir."

"You're very welcome. Now, you drink all that milk, you need all that calcium for healthy teeth and bones," He winked at her.

Faith's eyes got wide as she remembered something from her past, "Dude! You used to do those milk commercials in Switzerland!"

"Ja!" Richard said, before leaving Faith to marvel at the sandwich and cookies in front of her.

Richard re-joined his lover and Buffy back in the sitting room.

"Ah, here he is. Did she like the sandwich?" Quentin asked.

"Her eyes were almost as big as when she saw my Emmy. I think she'll be pretty happy in a few moments."

"Did you give her some of those cookies?"

Richard nodded, "I left a tin for her, and some milk."

"You and that milk," Quentin chuckled.

"Hey, there is nothing uncool about healthy teeth and bones, Mister."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, honey. Don't make that face. It's so un-lady like," Quentin scolded her.

"You sounded like Mom just then," Buffy laughed.

"Well, I did raise your mother, dear."

"Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting," Buffy said, sarcastically. "Why didn't you insist she wear designer?"

Quentin sighed, "Your mother always preferred perma press and penny loafers. God knows I tried."

Richard leaned in conspiratorially and asked Buffy, "Are you and Angel finally through?"

Buffy hesitated before she spoke, she looked at her Uncle and he nodded, "He's in Vegas, when he gets back we're going to have a talk."

"Will this mean you'll have to return the dress?" Quentin asked.

"Why would I need to return the dress? I'll save it for another time."

"Dear, you cannot wear the same dress you picked out for one marriage, to another. It's bad luck! No, no. You return it. Buy yourself something devilish," Quentin said, conspiratorially.

"I have a very good feeling about this girl, Buffy. I like her," Richard nodded towards the kitchen. "She's got spark. Looks like a real firecracker!" He said, enthusiastically.

"I like her too," Buffy beamed. "A lot."

Right then Faith came out of the kitchen and visibly tried to hide a burp.

"There's our girl. All better?" Quentin asked.

Faith nodded and smiled sheepishly with a hand on her stomach, "Thanks, that was great."

She went back to the couch and took her seat next to Buffy.

After having her hunger sated she was able to concentrate on other things. Like the way Buffy smelled, and the way she leaned into her as soon as she sat down. She doubted Buffy was aware of the little touches and caresses she was giving to her as she talked, because if her uncles didn't know it before, they would definitely know they were a couple now, but she was far from complaining.

After more chatting and catching up for the two men and Buffy and more looking at Buffy's baby pictures and thoroughly embarrassing her in front of Faith, the talk turned to Faith and her past.

"I knew Rupert many years ago," Quentin told her.

"Giles? Really? When?" She asked.

"Oh, back in the seventies. I knew his predecessor, the man they used to call 'the Judge'. He was the premier in gender psychology. Made some real breakthroughs. Talked me out of going through 'the change'."

Buffy and Faith both sat and stared open mouthed at him.

"Uncle Q…" Buffy started, a question was held in her voice.

"You were thinking of having a sex change?" Faith asked, quickly.

"Yes, but he made me realize that I was just grieving over the death of my mother. You see, she was the last woman of her family and I felt horribly guilty that I hadn't been born a girl. To keep the feminine line in her family alive so to speak."

"But, Buffy's mom…" Faith said and Buffy squeezed her hand.

Quentin smiled and stated gently, "Was born to another woman, a mistress of my father, who kept his relationship with that woman a secret until she abandoned Buffy's mother and he had to confess."

"I'm sorry," Faith said, clearly feeling sorry for bringing up such a touchy subject.

"Oh, don't be. It's not as if it's a secret. Joyce and her family know full well of her origins, and as I said. I raised her."

"So your mom is English?" Faith asked Buffy who shook her head.

"She was born in Los Angeles, her mother was a starlet in Hollywood," Quentin explained. "When she felt she didn't want to care for a child any longer she rang up my father and told him to come get her. I was twenty and wanted to leave England and my father's oppression so I said I would go to Los Angeles to care for Joyce."

"And your parents just let you?"

He nodded.

"How old was Joyce?"

"Two."

"Damn, I feel bad for Joyce, knowing her mother didn't want her and all."

"Her mother did the best thing she could by calling us. Unfortunately she was heavily into drugs, and a week after I arrived in California, she overdosed."

Faith squeezed Buffy's hand and covered it with hers in an uncalculated gesture of sympathy.

Both Richard and Quentin took note of this.

"And you raised Joyce," Faith continued.

"Yes, with the help of my mum. She would come over and visit and make sure things were up to snuff."

Buffy laughed, "She stopped worrying when she saw my mother making her own dresses at five."

"Well, dear. One has to know how they're made so that they can discern quality," Quentin explained.

"Yeah, so she can pick out her pleated slacks," Buffy quipped.

"Dear, your mother has her own style, and she's tasteful. Besides, I've seen her 'rock' a Versace dress, as you young ones are wont to say." Quentin winked at the girls who were laughing.

"I'm going to go use the little girl's room," Buffy said.

"Oh dear, must you call Richard that all the time?" Quentin grinned broadly.

"You forget who wears the pants in the family, darling," Richard quirked an eyebrow at Quentin.

"Hush," He dismissed him quickly and then turned his attention to Buffy. "Don't worry, Buffy, Faith will be in good hands."

"Be nice, Uncle Q," Buffy said, as she left the room.

"Buffy, there are a few things I want you to take a look at in your room. Richard, would you go show her what I'm talking about?"

"Sure, dear," Richard got up and walked over to Buffy, putting his arm out for her to take. "Come with me little lady, and I'll escort you to make your pit stop, and then we'll look at the 'stuff'," He said with a knowing look at his boyfriend.

When they left, Quentin asked Faith if she were comfortable, and if she would be okay with swimming later. Both to which she replied in the affirmative.

 The subject quickly turned to the reason he wanted to get her alone.

"Faith, you've heard the story of me raising my sister as if she were my own."

Faith nodded.

"And because of this I don't only see Buffy as my niece; she's more of a granddaughter to me."

"I can see that," She said with sincerity.

"Good. So may I ask what your intentions are with her?"

"Uhhh…my intentions, Sir?"

"Faith, please call me Quentin."

"Okay, Quentin…" Faith said nervously.

"I noticed how you were with her, and I can't help but wonder what you think your relationship is."

"Um, well. Quentin. We uh, we…"

"Are you just friends?"

"Umm…" She decided the only way out of this was to tell the truth. "No. No, we're not. We…we've been intimate. A lot."

Quentin smiled at Faith's forthrightness.

"Faith, when I die, most of my estate goes to Buffy, so you can see why I would be interested to know who she will be with in the coming years. Up until now, I was worried that the only person she would be sharing that with was a no good playboy with an affinity for Italian loafers, hair gel and treating my niece very badly."

"Angel…"

"That's the one," Quentin nodded gravely. "But, even in the short amount of time I've known you. I can see you genuinely care for Buffy and what she feels. I've never once seen that from Angel. He's calculating. Every move he makes is based upon whether he'll get something out of it or not."

"I haven't really paid attention."

"You should, and please, all I ask is that you treat her right. She's a wonderful girl."

"She's the best thing that ever…" Faith's voice broke, and tears sprung to her eyes.

"There there, darling, I know…I know…" Quentin sat next to Faith and patted her hand. "Now, you must not cry, Buffy and Richard will come down and think I've pulled your hair or something."

That made Faith laugh.

"I'm sorry, it's just. She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I just hope we can be together. She's still technically with Angel."

"All in good time," Quentin said, then looked up to see Buffy and Richard coming back into the room. "All in good time."

"All in good time, what?" Buffy said, curiously.

"I think he's rehearsing the part of the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Oh, shut up you old Queen."

Faith's face lit up when she saw Buffy and she stood. Buffy's breath was taken away by the beauty she saw in her smile; she went over to Faith and hugged her.

"Do you want to see what my uncle is giving me?" Buffy said, after a few moments.

"Sure," Faith leaned in for a short kiss.

Buffy then went over and hugged her uncle and thanked him.

"It's nothing, darling. It's right that you should have it."

"But you know what Dawn will say…"

"Dawn is getting plenty, besides, she doesn't fit it," He said truthfully. "It would be too short."

"C'mon Faith, let me show you," Buffy pulled Faith by the hand and they made their way upstairs. As they approached the bed in the room, the dress that was laid out on it came into view.

"You wanna have sex on a wedding dress?"

"Faith!"

"I was just kiddin', babe. What's with the dress?"

"It was my grandmother's. Apparently we were the same size," Buffy picked up the silk dress and put it against herself. It was a simple but elegant design that would leave one shoulder exposed.

Faith stood behind Buffy and looked at her reflection in the mirror that they were standing in front of.

"Looks real pretty on you, B. He gave this to you for your wedding?" Faith felt uneasy about that, especially in light of what she and Quentin had just talked about.

"Well, on one condition…"

"What's that?"

"That I don't marry Angel."

Faith leaned down and placed a kiss on Buffy's neck.

"This was Joyce's mom's?"

Buffy nodded, the kiss and proximity of Faith were causing her to shiver with anticipation.

"Sh-she thought they…" She breathed out shakily as Faith placed another soft kiss on her neck. "Hmmm, that feels nice."

"Good, it's supposed to," Faith smiled against Buffy's skin.

"F-Faith, we…we can't my Uncle…"

Faith straightened up and turned Buffy around; she took the dress from her and gently laid it back down on the bed, then pulled her into a hug.

"I know, baby. I just wanted to give you a few kisses. I'm real sorry to hear about your grandmother. Sucks about what your grandfather did to her."

"She thought he was her knight in shining armor. All he did was knock her up and leave."

"That's…I don't even know what to say, 'cept I'm sorry," Faith looked down at Buffy's hand, she noticed for the first time, she wasn't wearing her engagement ring.

Buffy pulled Faith's face up to look at her.

"You don't have to be sorry, Faith. You really care about my family, and that means a lot to me," She leaned in and gave Faith a soft kiss on the lips, but she soon felt the need to deepen it.

They kissed passionately until they heard someone clear their throat. The two girls stopped kissing, but they didn't separate completely, they held each other close as they tried to catch their breath.

"We'll be having lunch in about an hour," Quentin said, looking away discreetly. "The pool is ready if you ladies want to take a swim. Cool off perhaps?"

Faith spoke first, "That sounds good," She nodded quickly, still looking at Buffy almost as if to convince her.

"Sounds great," Buffy said, her voice thick with desire.

"Very well then, I'll just be downstairs. Your things are in the cabana."

"Thanks, Uncle Q," Buffy finally broke out of her trance and looked at her Uncle.

"Oh, tish. No 'thank you' needed," He smile genuinely at both of them and left to go back downstairs.

"We better get down there," Buffy said to Faith, not making a move.

"Yeah, we should," Faith said, clearly not wanting to leave either.

They stood there looking at each other for another few moments and Faith finally let go of Buffy. She took her hand and kissed the finger that previously held her engagement ring and then looked into Buffy's eyes, offering a soft smile.

She gave a wink and then pulled Buffy through the house, stopping to give her a few chaste kisses here and there along the way. After a few minutes, they joined Quentin and Richard out on the patio.

"Where's the pool?" Faith asked, expecting it to be out on the patio.

Richard gave a short laugh and pointed at a break in the tall hedges, "Through there."

Faith gave Buffy a curious look and Buffy just smiled back shrugging.

"Why don't you two go put your suits on? We'll join you in a minute."

"Thanks, Uncle Rich," Buffy said, stepping up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Such a sweet girl," He said giving her a hug and then let her go to join Faith in the cabana.

"How did they know, B?" Faith asked, she held up a pair of swimming shorts and a bikini top.

"I called ahead. They got the ones you were wearing when you were helping Kayla and Keith body surf."

"Oh, you liked me in those, huh?" Faith said, slyly.

"Oh yeah," Buffy said, dragging out the words to illustrate just how much she liked seeing her in them.

"Well then. Let me go get dressed." Faith turned around to use the bathroom to change into her suit.

"Y-you can get changed in here ya know."

"Uh uh," Faith said, wagging her finger back and forth. "We do that and you'll jump my bones."

"What's so bad about that?" Buffy was slightly confounded.

"B," Faith sighed and looked at the ground for a moment, then lifted her head and looked at Buffy with such sincerity evident in her soft brown eyes that Buffy was momentarily taken aback. "I…I kinda want to make a really good impression. I don't think boning you for an hour while your uncles wait for us would do that. That would kinda be the opposite of a good impression."

"You're so responsible sometimes," Buffy said, trying to look perturbed.

"Sometimes?"

"Well, most of the time, Miss I-still-don't-have-my-license."

"Low blow, baby," Faith said, as she made her way into the bathroom.

After they were both dressed, they went through the entryway that led them to the pool.

"Oh fuck," Faith breathed lowly, and took off her sunglasses. "This place is sick."

"Isn't it lovely?" Buffy asked, smiling proudly.

"It's fuckin'…holy fuck. Looks like Capri met the Bahamas and had a kid." Faith said, awestruck.

The pool was a crystal blue that seemed to go on forever. Upon further inspection, Faith could see that it dropped off at one end into another smaller pool and gave the area a waterfall effect, there were rocks around that smaller pool and another patio area. Just off that patio was a full service barbeque pit and outdoor kitchen hidden. The beach was visible just behind the trees that were a couple hundred feet from the patio.

"Beautiful day, wouldn't you say?" Richard asked.

Faith nodded, she was taking in the marble statues and topiary that were tastefully dotted around the pool.

"Very," Buffy said, looking at Faith.

"And then some," Faith said, finally finding her voice. "How long did it take you to build all this?"

"Just about three years. The marble was imported from Italy. Oh, I know we shouldn't be so ostentatious, but we've been successful and it was a sort of a wedding present to ourselves," Quentin explained.

"You're married?" Faith asked.

"For almost ten years now."

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you, dear. Now that we know you better we'll be inviting you to our anniversary next year."

Faith's smile grew, she was truly honored.

"Come, let's enjoy the pool. Ted will finish preparing the food while we sun ourselves. Life is pretty grand, isn't it?" Quentin winked at Faith and patted her on the back.

For the first time Faith noticed someone other than Buffy and her uncles out on the patio. Ted looked so much like the guy from Three's Company that it caused Faith to do a double take and it made Ted laugh.

The four of them had a wonderful time of swimming, sunning and hearing stories from Quentin and Richard about Hollywood.

An hour later, Quentin was called away to the phone.

"I'm going to go see what all the hub-bub is about. It was a call from one of the lawyers. I might have to go soothe his nerves," Richard said. "I hope you gals have worked up a good appetite, Ted said the food is about almost ready."

"We'll wait until you and Uncle Q are done." Buffy said, placidly lying in her sun chair. "We're in no hurry." She looked over at Faith, who was sunning herself next to her, for affirmation.

"We're good," Faith agreed.

Buffy reached for her hand and they sat linked together, listening to the water lap gently against the wall of the pool caused by the waterfall. Richard excused himself by kissing their hands and went into the house.

"God damn, B. How come you never told me about your uncles? And this house?! Shit, it's fuckin'…"

"I didn't want to brag."

"Fuck, I would brag up and down Rodeo Drive."

"Most of those people already have been here, they know how wonderful it is," Buffy lowered her voice and whispered barely, "Its Angel's favorite place."

"What'd ya say, baby?"

"I said it was Angel's favorite place."

"Oh," Faith said, dully. She hadn't thought of him in a while, and really didn't want to be thinking of him at this moment. "He come here a lot?"

"Only when we house sit for them. He kind of doesn't get along with my uncles."

"They don't seem to speak highly of him."

"No, they've been campaigning against our relationship for forever."

Faith went quiet for a while, then asked, "If your family doesn't like him, B, why'd you stay with him so long?"

Buffy shrugged and let go of Faith's hand.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Faith finally couldn't take it anymore and got up and went into the cabana. She was taking a shower when Buffy showed up.

"Are you mad?" Buffy asked, tentatively.

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because I didn't answer you."

"It's your private business, B. I have no right to ask you stuff like that," Faith said and turned off the taps. She stepped out of the shower and Buffy's eyes were immediately drawn to her crotch.

Faith laughed and it brought Buffy back from whatever cloud she was floating on.

"I'm sorry," Buffy said, shaking the lustful thoughts out of her head. "It's…I just…" She turned around, embarrassed that she was caught looking. She felt like a bit of a perv.

"Why're you sorry? Damn, if I had to apologize every time I had lusty thoughts about you, I'd be fuckin' sayin' sorry all God damned day," Faith laughed, and reached for her towel.

Buffy started to undress so she could wash the pool water off of her body and Faith quickly stepped up behind her. She let Buffy undress herself for a few moments, but stopped her when she was down to just her panties.

"Just a touch," Faith breathed into Buffy's hair and slipped her hand into the silky material. She slicked her fingers through Buffy's moist pussy lips and pressed her clit firmly.

Buffy moaned loudly and turned her face so she could kiss Faith. They kissed ravenously with Faith sucking Buffy's tongue, all the while increasing the pressure and movement on her clit.

Buffy broke their kiss to give Faith a much needed command.

"Faith, I need you…baby, please…"

Faith whispered in her ear, "You got me forever, B."

"I love you, Faith. Please, I need…I need you inside me." Her voice was strained by the pleasure that was continually washing over her from Faith's actions.

"Not here, baby."

"Faith…please," Buffy pleaded.

Faith felt torn. On one hand she didn't want to deny Buffy her wish, but on the other hand she didn't want to disrespect her uncle by fucking his niece in the cabana. In the end she reasoned that it didn't matter that she was fucking Buffy with her fingers, if she herself didn't come, that she wasn't being disrespectful, she was just helping her girlfriend out.

With that in mind, she pushed two fingers into Buffy from behind. Buffy fell forward slightly and held onto the back of a chair.

"Oh, baby, yes! Oh fuck, yes, fuck me! Oh god, please, harder!"

Faith picked up her pace and added another finger into Buffy's wet hole. She could feel her pussy clenching around her fingers and knew by the frequency of the pulses how close she was to coming.

"You're about to come, aren't you?" Faith whispered lowly into Buffy's ear.

Buffy could only nod.

"Come for me, Buffy. Now!" Faith commanded and powered her strokes into Buffy's pussy rapidly, she pinched her clit and felt it explode between her fingers.

"Mmmmmm!" Buffy moaned into her own hand, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Faith pulled the hand that was on Buffy's clit out of her panties, but kept up her thrusts into Buffy's pussy. The wetness that was seeping out of Buffy's hole was running down her hand.

"So fuckin' wet, B. Fuck…" Faith marveled.

As she felt Buffy's pulses slow, she slowed the pace of her hand, and then finally stopped altogether. Buffy was trembling and trying to catch her breath.

Faith pulled her fingers gently from Buffy's hole and then pulled her back and sat down on one of the benches that were in the cabana. Buffy collapsed against her.

"Jesus, Faith!" She exclaimed.

"You looked like you needed that." Faith grinned against the skin of Buffy's neck.

"I did need it." She sighed out. "I've been so fucking hot for you all day."

"Even after this morning, baby?"

Their sex session although brief earlier that day, was still pretty intense. Just as it had been between them since they first met.

"I guess I'm always hot for you," Buffy looked into Faith's eyes and then leaned down for a kiss.

"I hope that never changes," Faith said, when their kiss ended.

"I can't see how it will," Buffy said and leaned in for another kiss.

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