Part 14

The upstairs floors of W&H were almost empty. People had cleared out, had collected their missions, and gone to fulfil them. Only those at the top knew what was going on, it had been Wes’s call, he believed that the demon population as a whole knowing that Angel was missing and a possible return to Angelus was on the cards would be a rather undesirable situation, only those that needed to know knew. Most of the others agreed with him; with the gift of hindsight perhaps they wouldn’t have.

The slayers were up in Angel’s private quarters, they reasoned that they couldn’t go back to the beach, and Angelus would never show up here, it would be stupid of him, and he was anything but stupid. They had tried to relax, tried to shake off the numerous injuries from the fight, but it was hard. At the end of the day, this building was home to many a demon, and their slayer senses just couldn’t stop tingling, electricity shooting.

“I have to get out of here, I’m going with the next team, I’ve gotta find him B.”

“I wish I was coming, this place is MAJOR with the wiggins.”

“I wish you could come, but you can’t… it’s not safe.”

“I don’t know if I like this ‘obeying’ any more.”

“You love it!”

They released some nervous laughter, it did nothing to break the underlying tension in the room.

“What will you do, Faith..? If he’s Angelus, if it’s too late, if he’s turned.”

It was the question that Faith had been dreading.

“Then I’ll bring him home and turn him back. Won’t be the first time, I’ve done it before…” She showed Buffy her eyes, the truth in them.

“…I won’t kill him, B. You can’t tell me I have to… no one can tell me I have to. I wouldn’t kill him before, and I won’t kill him now!”

It was an answer that made Buffy sigh.

“Maybe I ‘should’ come then. Because being leader, Faith..? That means making the hard choices sometimes… you don’t wanna kill Angel..? I’m with you on that one, but if things go wrong… if the situation calls for it? Then you might have to kill Angelus.”

She didn’t like to say it, it pained her to say it, but it had to be said.

“I know that, Buffy. I’m ignoring it, but I know it, ok?”

“Okay.”

The silence that followed, pulled them together. A nervous kiss, both of them looking to lose the worry, the weight of the burdens which fell on their shoulders. It quickly turned to more, the flames which they had been stoking for the last two days were heating up desire, driving on their need to possess each other. To truly know each other.

It was desperate hands that tore at clothes, ripping at buttons on jeans, uncovering skin, tops being raised, first one, then the other, bras unhooked, panties shed. Lust was uncoiling around them, reaching out, tracing patterns on their glowing skin, bringing their bodies together. Making them whole.

Faith brought her fingers to Buffy’s waiting flesh, to her straining nipples, lightly skimming over them, looking to see if she could make them stand higher, want more. Her palms next, one moment soft, then hard… making Buffy gasp, taking her breath, it was all so perfect, all so right. And then a word.

“Faith…”

Just one word. Not more then a whisper, yet it spoke so much. It carried love, and hope and trust. And it carried Faith on. Made her focus her eyes on Buffy’s eyes. See what was written there.

And then she was falling. Deeper then ever. Lost in a feeling. And on to a bed. Angel’s bed.

They broke apart again. It seemed like they were always breaking apart. Faith looked at where they had landed. It seemed wrong. It WAS wrong! And that was why she had pulled back. She didn’t want to. Looking at Buffy again, she REALLY didn’t want to.

“I guess doing it on the big guy’s bed when I should be out looking for him, is wrong on many levels?”

“More then many, and… doing it? We were ‘doing it’?”

She smiled at Faith, lent up into a kiss, sat back for her answer.

“Uh..?”

What should she say? That they were making love? Merging souls? Climbing the dizzying heights of the stairway to heaven?

“…not ‘doing it’ B…more like uh… merging souls?”

She couldn’t help it, Buffy cracked up. ‘Merging souls?’ What the hell? Had Faith read Shakespeare lately or something? Did Marvel have a new romantic comic strip?

“Merging souls, Faith? That’s a little err… ‘cute’. I was just gonna say that, well… never having been with a girl before, I didn’t quite understand that getting to third base was ‘doing it’… I kinda hoped that there was more, ya know… Willow had led me to believe there was something called… ‘going down’, now that sounds nice… surely we should have done THAT if we were ‘doing it’?”

“You’re an idiot, B.”

“Ooooo, you ‘did it’ with an idiot. Does that make you an idiot too?”

“Okay, okay, we weren’t ‘doing it’… we were ‘doing stuff’. Still probably wrong on many levels, MANY many levels.”

Buffy nodded an agreement. Angels bed was not her prime make out spot, probably wasn’t anyone’s prime make out spot.

“Can’t wait to ‘do stuff’ with you again, Faith.”

“Feelings mutual, B”

She lent across and ran her fingertips over Buffy’s naked flesh. Watched the goosebumps rise to her touch. This was everything she had ever wanted, and still she couldn’t have it. Not yet. There was stuff to get done, and after that there would be loads of time for Buffy. For her and Buffy. She wanted to forget it all, wanted to forget Angel, forget Angelus… and looking again at what lay before her on the bed, she nearly could. Nearly but not quite. She didn’t want to worry, but she HAD to worry. She would find Angel and she would protect Buffy. It was her job. Finally tearing her eyes away, she rose from the bed and redressed.

“I have to go now.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be back.”

“I know that too.”

She went to leave, had got to the door already, but something pulled at her. Made her go back to the room, back to Buffy.

“Hey B..? One more kiss?”

“For luck?”

Their eyes met.

“No… for me.”

A couple of hours later and everyone had gone hunting. The finer points of coverage had been worked out and everyone knew where they were going. Who with.

The foyer of W&H though, was still busy, the lawyers seeming to never go home, to always have some pressing detail to attend to. One more reason to stay late. To rack up bonuses.

“Excuse me..? Mr Angel, sir?”

Angel froze, he hadn’t thought that they would expect him to come here, had thought he was safe, he would kill if he had to, he wanted Buffy.

“What’s the problem, err…”

“Kevin, sir… I work in accounts, there’s an extreme upsurge in bonus claims this week… I wanted to clear it with you before I okayed it, was going to come to your office, but Harmony said you were unavailable..?”

“Right, yes… go with the expenses, hell, I feel generous, must be my heart swelling, double the bonuses!”

“Double, sir? But… the accounts?”

“Double!”

He spoke in a tone that asked for no answer, and Kevin went to leave. His manners were remembered at the last.

“Mr Angel, sir..? Have a good evening.”

Angelus flashed him a deep sensual smile as the elevator door slid to closed. As it steadily rose to the highest floor, he allowed the excitement to flood his senses. He could smell her, could nearly taste her. Would taste her.

Have a good evening? He was going to have a blast.

Part 15

Buffy hadn’t redressed when Faith had. Hadn’t felt the need to. No one could come up to the private suite unless she knew about it. Except Faith of course, but hey, she was out fighting demons! Which pretty much meant it was her, all alone, wandering the apartment naked. It was kind of freeing. And just a little bit chilly.

She was bored was the problem. There was NOTHING to do. She had ‘manned the phones’ as Faith had told her to, had phoned Wills, spoke to Wills, phoned Giles, spoke to Giles, phoned Dawn… left a message. All the super slayers were in transit, or thinking about transitting, half the population of LA was out looking for Angel. Which left nothing. For a while she had tried to lose herself in Angel’s movie collection, but she swore half his stuff was from back before they even made movies. Definitely not much in the way of girly fun flicks.

She even amused her self by looking at Angel’s antique weapon collection, unfortunately a pretty close call with a sharp axe and a pair of naked breasts, put an end to that as well. At the end of the day, she just wanted to be out there. At Faith’s side, where she belonged. Fighting the good fight, being a slayer. But instead she was stuck here, kept prisoner by the four walls. She was going a little stir crazy, cabin fever, blood pounding. And it certainly didn’t help that half the employees at W&H were setting off her slayer tingles.

She decided to shower. A shower would be nice. Then she could be clean for Faith, and Faith would come home and she would stink of sewer, and then SHE could shower, and then they’d both be clean. And they could lay on the bed, Angel’s bed, nice and clean, and compliment each other on the cleanliness! It was kind of a plan. It was something to do. It was just a little better then nothing.

She turned the jets up hot, wanted to burn away some of her frustrations, ease some of the tiredness in her joints. She stepped under, and it was heaven. Just what she had needed. Tilting her head back, she let the water run over her hair, down her back, across her ass and down the drain. The only soap was man soap, man smelling, man cleaning, but it would do, for now.

Once done, she stood there, just letting the water caress her, losing her thoughts to thoughts of Faith. Thoughts of Faith caressing her. Earlier had been strange. On the one hand she felt as if she had known Faith forever, that this wasn’t too fast, or too quick… because… well, kinda because she felt in a deep down part of herself that it was always meant to be. But on the other hand, the smaller one, it was overwhelming her. Faith. She wasn’t quite sure that she shouldn’t be committed for even thinking about starting something with Faith. For loving Faith. But what could she do? From the second she had seen her again, screaming and shouting about the bumper on a car, she had wanted to be with her. From before that even. On the plane, knowing she was coming, knowing she would see her. If she was honest with herself… the thought of seeing Faith again had been the single most important reason for heading back to LA.

‘Yes, Dawn, I want to go to LA, just for a while… catch up with Angel, check on the slayers…’

‘And to find out if my body still hums in Faith’s presence, if my heart still races, if my temperature still rises.’

Of course she hadn’t added that line. But she had thought it. Had meant it.

And now, standing in the shower, letting her fingers glide over her own body, she still meant it. Yes; her body did hum, yes; her heart did race and yes; her temperature did still rise. Was rising now, heart racing now.

This hadn’t been what she had planned to do in the shower, to touch herself, bring release to herself, but that was what she was doing. Faith had brought her up to a fever pitch, it wouldn’t take much, it would take barely nothing… just a hand sliding down.

Buffy leant forward and braced herself against the wall with one arm. In her mind she could see Faith. Naked on the bed, but not Angel’s bed like earlier… no, this was her bed. Which meant she wouldn’t have to stop, could finally carry this on to a finish, see all the delights that Faith’s smile spoke about.

As she imagined running her hands over Faith’s body, so she ran her hands over her own, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, twisting them… harder then she would normally touch… but now wasn’t real, and she wanted to feel it, needed to feel it, needed to pretend. She let her hand wander down her stomach, running in little circles, teasing herself, making the fantasy more…

In her head now she was seeing Faith above her. Seeing how it would look if Faith was between her knees… how it would look if she was slowly and torturously kissing her thighs… running her tongue up and down… almost there… but no, not yet…

She slid her finger finally between the folds of her pussy, soaking in the water of the shower, just a slight pressure, nothing too much, nothing too fast… already she could feel the excitement building, it had always been like this when she thought of Faith, always so quick, so urgent… from the very first time, the guilty time years ago when she first realised that the thought of Faith turned her on. But now it wasn’t guilty. It was wanting.

In her mind she was still being tortured… Faith’s tongue just flirting with her, reaching down for a long slow lick, and then disappearing from her again, then her hip being nibbled, maybe her thigh, maybe her tummy… but not where she wanted…

She pushed her fingers up inside herself, tried so hard to imagine that they were Faith’s… felt her walls tighten at the welcome intrusion, moved them ever so slowly in and out, sometimes taking the juices and running them up to her clit, giving a tweak, a promise of what was to come…

And then her mind switched off. Imagination had taken over, and now it WAS Faith, touching her, it was Faith’s hand buried inside her pussy, fucking her mercilessly against the wall of the shower… telling her how much she wanted it, how much she was going to fuck her, how hard she was going to fuck her… and Buffy rode her hand, pushed herself down, took as much in as her body could stand. In and out, twisting, turning, fucking.

She ploughed on through the first shudders that gripped her body, pushing harder, faster… all through her she could feel Faith… it was immense, so real, could feel her tongue sliding across her slit, driving into her, wrapping around her…

She screamed Faith’s name when she finally let it all go. She couldn’t help it. So much tension had been released. And she did feel better for it… kinda horny, wanting more… but better. And she was bound to have killed some time, and that meant that maybe Faith would be back soon, and she didn’t care if they had to go book a room in flashy hotel… she was having Faith, and she was having Faith soon.

Yeah, these were tough times, and yes, finding Angel was important… but she was learning, so was love. Perhaps it was the most important.

As she stepped from the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around her midriff she could hear the elevator approaching the top floor. It had to be Faith or she would’ve taken a call from reception. She heard the doors ping open, the footsteps across the plush carpet…

“Hey, Faith… welcome home!”

She had planned to enter the room and give a flash. Do something carefree. Make Faith smile. But now her hands froze, her body froze, her heart froze. It wasn’t Faith. It was him.

Angelus.

“Long time, Buffy… and I’ll think you’ll find this is MY home.”

She didn’t have a chance for a witty retort, he hit her. Hard. She felt herself going down, and then she felt something else. A prick, just a small one, and he had her. Had injected her with something, had knocked her out. Didn’t matter. What mattered was Buffy’s last thought. ‘He’s got me’. It was the truth.

Angelus let out a little chuckle to the room. He was laughing at the ease, and the stupidity. Did they think he would’ve been to scared to come here? That they didn’t need to guard here? THIS was his home. HIS building. And he would come and go as he pleased.

And now he felt like going.

He looked down at Buffy, felt the stirring in his groin. It would be so easy, so easy to just take her now. Screw the prophesy, screw some demon King. Just take her, have her, possess her. But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He could smell her though. Could smell her pussy as it gave off such heat. A part of him wished the heat was for him, the other part couldn’t give a fuck. He would have it anyway. He lent slowly towards her and ran his fingers over her body, pulled the towel away to look at what was his, ran his tongue the length of her neck, pausing at her pulse point, teasing himself. Imagining her begging him for it, to drain her, to eat her.

He beat down his desire and wrapped her body in a blanket. He would of hoped for something a little more undercover, inconspicuous, but it would do. He only had to get to the sewer entrance out front. There were demons there, waiting for him.

As he went to call the elevator his thoughts passed quickly to Faith. Poor little Faithy. She would get home and no Buffy would be there… what would she do, such torment, such grief. He decided to make it easier for her. Let her know exactly where Buffy was. That he himself was looking after her. Yes. That was just what Faith needed.

He felt the thrill of excitement as he penned a quick note, left a quick offering. He didn’t get out much. Didn’t get the chance… but when he did? Hell, he liked to have fun!

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