Buffy's Pov

I move silently around the room collecting my bits together. It's not a big job, I didn't bring many bits, this was never going to be a long stay.

When I came here I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know if Faith wanted me here, if she would speak to me... if she would love me. But she did, and she did, and she does. Three out of three. I feel pretty lucky.

I look over at her on the bed, sleeping silently.

There just aren't words for her. She's everything. More then everything.

I nearly wigged out last night. Not with Faith, not being with Faith... just... this. It's all so real... and now... and wow. When Angel was suggesting time, taking time, making time... I was scared. Scared that he was right, scared that this is all so quick, and intense... and rushed?

Is it rushed?

I guess maybe. A few weeks ago I hadn't seen her in years, and now I love her. But I can't help that. I wasn't looking for it, I didn't ask for it. It just was.

Angel spoke about before... about Faith's `fragilities' as he called them... and that got me scared too. Who wouldn't be scared? Every ounce of me, all I want is for her to be happy. To be smiling. To have peace. We never really spoke about before, me and Faith... it was just like we knew we didn't have to... why dissect something that you can't change? That's irrelevant to who you are now... what you are now? But `he' made me think about it again. To remember the pain. Not just my pain, I'm past concentrating on my pain... but hers as well.

And I guess that's what wigged me. The pain.

`I think that I was made to love her...'

I've thought that a lot. At dark times, at bright times. Times when I've been alone, times when I've been `in love'. A piece of me always thought that I was made to love `her'. Meant to love her.

And now I'm living the proof... loving her is so... right? What's righter then right? The rightest? But it is. And so I wonder if not loving her... not giving this the chance the first time round... if I'm to blame for the pain. For all her pain.

Just one wish and I would change it all. But wishes aren't real.

She is real, and I am real. And this is real.

It makes me laugh when she's the one talking all the sense... like sometimes I want to be wrong, just to hear her being so right. It's like now that she's agreed to let herself love me, nothing can make her waver from that. Make her question it.

God knows where we would be if she had been questioning things as much as me.

I guess she would be here and I would be there. And this would just be pain.

It all makes me realise, makes me see, just how wrong Angel is. Faith is not fragile. She is strong. So strong. She sees things the way they are, good and bad, and she acts upon them. Maybe that's the way it's always been... she wasn't fragile, she just chose what the best option for her was. A swanky apartment... a person that `cared' about her...

I was the one denying the truth. Denying `us'.

I look over at her sleeping again. My world on a bedspread.

I denied that... I denied her... I denied us...

So tell me Angel... which one of us was crazy?

At least we have a safety net in place now though... I mean tying to the bed? I can't wait to go psycho.

A low moan brings my eyes back to her. How do I ever let them leave her? I mean really... she's just so...? Yummy?

She's on her stomach. The sheets are twisted around her waist, beneath the dip in her back, beneath the first glimpses of ass.

The smell of her, of us... it's all around me. I never knew sex smelt like this. But then I guess I never did it like this before. It's so thick, and real... almost like you can taste it, touch it, feel it. It makes me hot for her. Hotter.

I feel so compelled to touch her, it's like raw need... just anything. Just one touch.

My fingertips find their way to her hair and I brush it back from her face, uncover her beauty, uncover her smile.

She smiles in her sleep?

I like that.

It makes me smile too.

From her hair, it's an easy path to her neck, to her shoulder, to her back. All one fluid movement... just grazing. Just one touch.

She moans low in her throat again. More of a sigh. I take it as a call to continue.

I take off the shirt I had been using to cover me from the morning air and sit myself gently astride her ass. Just where the sheet is. Just preventing contact.

All my fingertips touch her now... slowly, running down the length of her back, and up again... so lightly... so delicately. I just want to revel in her for a moment... to touch her without it being more. I know in seconds that I'll want to take more... will take more.

I increase the pressure of my touch until I'm almost massaging her. Kneading gently the muscles which are so well defined on her. Massaging up... smoothing down. Over and over and over again.

I go into a trance and it's a surprise when I feel her respond to me.

She moves both her arms above her head and stretches them out. I pause for a minute just watching her, just needing her.

"Don't stop B... that feels wicked."

It comes out all groggy and sleepy and so darn cute. I'm never stopping. Nope. Not ever.

"Morning, you."

"Hmmmm."

I guess she's in the massage. Not the chat. As long as I can still touch her, I don't care.

I'm firmer now that she's awake. I use the strength on her that I like on myself, the strength that would damage other people's muscles... but that's just enough to loosen ours out. To make them relax.

I still use my fingertips to smooth her down. Gliding over her... gliding around... tracing the outline of her breasts... all the way down till they meet at the base of her spine... almost touching myself. Almost.

I press my thumbs into her as I travel back up, undoing all the knots, unravelling all the tension. Her sighs of satisfaction tell me that this is right. She likes this.

As I go to make the return journey again, she changes the moves. She lifts herself up, not a lot... just enough... just enough so as instead of tracing an outline, I'm cupping her breasts... kneading them... holding them... feeling her nipples slide between the grooves in my fingers... pinching them... rolling them...

"That feels so good, B."

You don't need to tell me.

I lower myself down so that `my' breasts rub against her back... not hard... just teasing myself... testing myself. I gasp from the touch... it's so little and so much...

My tongue leaves my mouth to trace along the line of her shoulder, she tastes so good that I immediately want more of her. I nip at her... soft bites... gentle sucks... if I could I would consume her... anything to have her inside of me.

She's pressing herself down into my hands now. Searching out a harder contact... letting me know that I'm not the only one wanting. Needing.

I move my mouth to her ear. When did ears get so beautiful?

I nip at that a little too... it makes her moan... sigh... breath deeper, breath faster.

"I want you, Faith..." I suck on her neck just behind her ear, almost savagely... at odds with every other touch I've given.

"...I want you so much..."

Her hips are starting to move underneath me, pushing herself into the bed, her ass grinding against my centre... making me wet... making me moan...

"...do you want me, Faith? Do you need me?"

She lifts her body to release my hands.

"I need you."

The words I long to hear.

I slide my hands up her arms, so I'm laying almost along her.

My body is pressing hard against her, making her rhythm more real, giving her something to work with.

"Do you need me like this, Faith?"

"More..."

I want more too...

I pull myself up. It's hard. She felt so good underneath me, writhing because I made her writhe.

I pull the sheet off of her ass, away from her legs... uncover her, unwrap her.

And her ass looks so sweet. Her legs are open just enough that I can see the wetness that's shining on her lips... it makes me ache deep inside. Her wetness... my wetness. I did that.

Laying myself back down is easier.

This time my hand is between us... rubbing along her slit... coaxing her open.

"Like this, Faith?"

My words are hitched as they leave my throat... I'm so turned on from touching her... from feeling her.

"More, B..."

I use my legs to urge hers to open. My pussy is pressing hard into her ass... pushing hard against my hand... backing up the finger that's circling her opening... that's sliding inside of her.

I sigh as I feel myself being swallowed up by her... it's such an empowering feeling... me inside of Faith. It drives me wild.

I join my first finger with a second... I travel as deep inside her as is possible... twisting my hand... searching all of her walls... in and out... always moving.

"I want to fuck you, Faith..."

And I lie, because I `need' to. The want is nothing compared to the need. I pull myself up to my knees behind her, slip an arm around her waist, and raise her up too.

"...is that what you want?"

"Oh god, yes..."

Her voice is so thick with desire, so husky from her sleep... if I wasn't intent on having her before, then nothing would stop me now.

I keep sliding my two fingers in and out of her, not too hard... sometimes taking them completely out... not only to run them forward to rub her clit, to spread her juices, but also because I love the moan she makes when I do it... the sound of her needing me back inside of her... it's so hot... so everything I need to hear.

The next time when I pull my fingers out, I break contact completely... I know it's evil, but I want her to want me completely, I want her to need me completely... she sighs her protest, but it's not enough... I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her hard into me, rubbing her against me... her open pussy rubbing against my hard mound... I can feel her wetness as I grind into her...

"Fuck, B..."

...she's so hot, she's scorching me... and it's making me wet, so undeniably wet.

The arm that's wrapped around her I let fall between her legs. I search out her hard nub... so ready for me... I can imagine how much she wants me to touch her... because the want is coursing through me too.

I circle her clit with the same rhythm I'm using to push myself against her... I run my fingers back, gathering more wetness... I run my hand further back so I'm touching myself... finding my own hole, my own source of wetness... and I push my fingers in, just a little... just enough to make me sigh... to make Faith aware of what I'm doing...

The angles hard and I can't push into myself as much as I'd like... for the moment it's enough though... Faiths pussy and my pussy, coating my hand... her juice inside of me... god, I need to fuck her...

She's let her head drop so she can watch what's happening between her legs... I guess she can't see much... but she still knows... her hips are keeping up a rhythm... rubbing herself against my arm that's reaching between her legs.

It all feels so good. So fucking good.

I release my fingers from myself, and return them to her clit... I flick across it, back and forth... such light touches, when I know she needs so much more...

"Please, Buffy... fuck... oh god, please..."

Hmmm, that sounds great.

I give her a little of what she needs... I let my fingertips find her hole again... so softly caressing her... and she's trying so hard to direct me... to push against me, to push down onto me... but I won't let her... because I want to fuck her, like `I' want to fuck her... I want to control this... all of it.

"Does that feel good Faith... do you like that?"

My other hand I run up her back... again so soft... so barely there... I let it slide around to her breast... ghosting my palm across her nipple... she cries out when I pinch it hard... I'm almost rough with her... but I want the contrast... one hand rough, the other so soft.

"Jesus, B...that feels... ahh... please..."

Not yet.

I'm still grinding into her ass as well... so many points of contact... so many different ways of possessing her, of making her mine.

My fingertips are slowly edging their way deeper inside of her... bit by bit... a little way in, all the way out... I surprise both of us when I finally thrust into her hard... it's not too deep, the angle is still against us, but it is hard... and it's relentless.

She cries out again, and it sounds so good. I know she doesn't cry for anyone else.

The hand that was holding her breast prisoner in it's grasp, releases and comes back to join my other... both working at her pussy... one slamming in to her as much as it can, the other rubbing hard against her clit... I want her to cum... I want her to cum hard... and then I'm really going to fuck her.

I don't have to wait long... I feel her tensing all around me... the hardness with which she's pushing back... the moans gathering speed as they leave her mouth. The moans of sweet release. It's all so what I want to hear. My hands are covered in her, and I can't resist raising one to my lips to take a taste.

I love it. I love her.

She comes down slowly, sagging back a little against me.

"B... that was... wow... right?"

That was starters, Faith.

I take all that I can of her from my fingers, and drop them from my mouth, running them along her back again... teasing her spine... a feathered caress.

My other hand is still inside of her, just leisurely moving... no pace, just moving.

"Do you want more, Faith?"

Because I'm having more. I'm having all of you.

I feel her muscles clench around my fingers as her pussy understands my words... she wants more.

She starts trying to push back into me again... but I'm done with that. I push her forward a little and let my hand travel her spine, down past her ass... stopping for a second... just a tease... maybe a promise?... then I'm inside of her...

Both my hands... one from the front, one from the back... fucking her... really fucking her. It feels so god damned hot, my head feels kind of crazy... my eyes wanna pop out of my skull... two fingers from both my hands are pushing deep into her... she's so tight around me...I push one hand forward to rub at her front wall... the other I pull back against her back wall... I want to fill her absolutely... I want her to know that I'm inside of her... totally inside of her.

Her words make no sense... but I understand them... they all speak of pleasure... of want and of need...

She cums again so quick that she surprises me... maybe surprises herself... she's screaming... and cursing... but I don't stop... this is barely the main course...

In my head I know what I want to do... ever since last night, the way she was looking at my ass... I've known what I want to do...

The words sound so foreign as they leave my lips, but they sound so right too.

"I want to fuck your ass, Faith... can I do that... can I have your ass?"

I haven't ever done it before...never... but I want all of her. Everything.

"Oh god..."

Spasms rack her body again... the fact that I was still fucking her... the words that I spoke... it's enough for her to be cumming all over again... to keep cumming...

I slide one hand away from her pussy... up to her ass... rubbing around... pressing gently... coating her in her own juices...

I'm a little unsure... I don't know how hard to be... how gentle?

"Faith...?"

I cringe a little at the uncertainty I hear... I wanted to be all in control... but I just need a little direction... a little reassurance...

"Don't stop, B... just don't stop..."

I swallow my doubts and edge my finger a little way in... I'm surprised at how easy it is... like I expected resistance... but there isn't any... it feels like she's pulling me in... deeper and deeper... I can feel the fingers that are buried in her pussy, still slowly fucking her... and I match their rhythm... getting acquainted with this new part of her...

She's the one that picks up the speed... increases the urgency... regaining her strength, she pushes roughly back into me, making me thrust both hands further into her...

"Fuck me, B... please...fuck me."

And I lose any uncertainties that I may have still had. I am in control.

I pick up the speed... driving hard into both her holes... pushing her to the edge... pushing myself to the edge. I'm so lost in this... I feel so... powerful?...so in charge of her almost... every sigh, every cry... every drop of cum that is leaving her body is because of me... and that's such a heady feeling... I don't want it to stop...

I know when she's going to release again... she tenses and takes the rhythm somewhere even more... I'm pounding her... I'd swear hurting her... but she's urging me on... begging me for more... to take her harder... deeper... to fuck her...

When she screams, I scream... I was with her. I shake as she shakes... I collapse as she collapses.

So in tune. So together.

I so slowly leave her body... fighting against all the muscles that are holding me in place.

I don't want to leave, but I have to. That was the main course. But I need desert.

I place soft kisses everywhere I can, I let my tongue taste the sweat that's covering her body... I suck at her skin... she tastes so good.

And I want more.

I go to raise her again... sliding my arm back underneath her... pulling her up...

"Buffy...?"

She sounds spent... exhausted even... but I `need' more.

"Trust me, Faith."

She lets me lift her... lets me place her how I want her...open, ready... mine.

I move her forward to the top of the bed, she looks back at me questioningly, and I just smile at her...she makes me smile at her.

She gets my smile, she gets me... and she lifts her arms against the wall, bracing herself for what's to come.

It's so easy to find my way between her legs, to lay on my back and look up at her.

I slide my hands up her hips and gently lower her down until her pussy is just above my face, so swollen... so wet... so beautiful.

I bring her down the last few inches, closing the space so that she is on me, and I'm tasting her... my tongue seeking entrance to her... sliding inside of her... gently fucking her. She's riding my face, her head thrown back... no more sound coming from her... just the sound of me eating her... and I love it.

It's so slow and so intense, like I'm massaging her insides the same way I was massaging her back... drinking in all that she has to give.

When she climaxes this time she doesn't collapse, she goes to raise herself up, as if she doesn't want to hurt me, doesn't want to crush me... but that's not what I want... my hands are still on her hips and I pull her down hard, before she can resist... I pull her down so that she is completely surrounding me, her thighs locked solidly against the side of my face... and I force her into a rhythm... my mouth latching on to her clit and not letting go... sucking hard, moving her backwards and forwards... pulling her so firmly against me... I want to consume her... my tongue sliding in the space between my lips, rubbing against her clit all the time I'm sucking... and she is screaming again now... screaming my name... over and over...the blood is pounding in my head... and all I can hear is the roar of my name... she's calling to me and I won't let go... when she tenses it feels as though my head might explode, her thighs are so fucking tight around me, but I still pull her against me... going where she wants to go, needs to go... and then I'm covered in her... so much of her... flooding me... coating me... and I'm trying so hard to drink it all up, to take all that she's giving me... I want everything.

I need everything.

After forever she slides her way back. I let her. My hands helping her to move, instead of holding her tight. She falls onto the bed beside me, rolling onto her back. Eyes shut tight, breathing so shallow. And I have to kiss her. It's been so long since I kissed her.

She barely responds, but it doesn't matter. She's given me her all. This kiss is for me.

I lay myself back down, but on my side. Watching her. Loving her.

And I'd be happy to stay like this forever.

Finally she opens her eyes to look at me, and I don't know what to say. What do you say after that?

"Hey."

Definitely one of my more thought out sentences.

She has the biggest shit eating grin I have EVER seen in my life plastered across her face.

"Hey, yourself."

It's crazy but I feel kind of shy. After everything that just happened, the way in which I wanted her... I don't know... just kind of shy.

I drop my eyes from her persistent gaze... it's so intense, and I don't know what to do. Stupid huh?

"Come here, B."

I can do that.

I move closer to her and her arm reaches up to draw me in. Her lips are on mine and she's kissing me, slowly and deeply... her tongue massaging my mouth, like mine was massaging her pussy... it's such a perfect kiss, and I sigh when it ends.

"Buffy...?"

"Yeah?"

Wow. That even sounded timid. What is up with me?

"Look at me."

And of course I do.

"That... then... god, where to start..."

I can see her struggling to find the words, her emotions playing out across her face.

"...that was awesome, B... oh jeez... that was... I've never even... the best right?... that was the best..."

Ok, losing my shyness every time she says `best'.

"...I don't wanna say `fuck'... `that' was not fucking... but it was the best... anything, ever..."

And my heart is soaring, because somewhere in me... a part deep down that I didn't know even existed... that part needed to hear these words, needed to know that I'm her best... that I touch her like no one else has touched her... that I make her feel like she makes me feel.

"...I just want you to know that, B... call it `making love'... hell, call it what the fuck ya want... just know that it was awesome... Wickedly. Fucking. Awesome."

And if I wasn't so sure that she was spent, I'd take her again right now. But she is, and I know she is... so I settle for relaxing my body against hers... finding peace in her arms.

"I love you, Faith."

Three such simple words. Yet they say everything.

"I know ya do... and I love you too."

We settle into content silence, me listening to the sound of her breathing, hearing as she slowly regains her normal rhythm.

The sun is shining through the blinds now, it seems morning arrived properly whilst we were busy.

I'm famished. Starving. And I'm sure that she is too.

"You want breakfast, Faith?"

"Nah... not here."

"Not here?"

"Nope. I wanna go home, B... take me home?"

Damn right I will.

"I'm ready to go."

Well not physically ready. But I'm ready.

We lay for a little while longer, talking a little... kissing a lot.

She gets up and gathers her bits together, I already did that so I'm happy to lay and watch her. It's a shame when she puts clothes on, but it makes sense. The drive could get chilly without the clothes.

I ask if she wants to ring Angel before we go, and the look on her face says it all. I can understand... he really does wanna look out for her, but he has to understand, she's changed, we've changed... and the things he said to me, they hurt her. I know they did.

I take the time to ring Willow. Let her know we're coming home, let her know we're still alive... she lets me know that she already checked that. She's just a big ball of Wicca power that one! Although, the way things were when I left, I guess it didn't hurt to check.

I tell her we'll be home by dinner... I plan on taking a slow trip home, there's no rush... we have to stop for breakfast, and I'd kinda like to stop along the coast as well... take some `Faith time' away from the bedroom and the cemeteries. Just a few more precious hours of alone time.

Wills assures me that dinner will be done... that she'll shoo away the get-along-gang, so as we can have a nice Scooby get together... just us. A post apocalyptic, celebratory... Faith's come home, kinda affair. She's too sweet. And I'm already looking forward to it.

Our first Scooby meal, with me and Faith `together'. Makes me giddy. I guess I'm a big romantic.

"What ya smiling at, B?"

I am smiling kinda big.

"Just everything, Faith... everything's finally working out. And dinner... we're having dinner, the Scoobs... and me and you. As a couple..."

I giggle a little and she just laughs at me.

"...Buffy and Faith..."

"Faith and Buffy!"

"...Buffy and Faith!... as a couple... a pair... lovers..."

"You gonna keep going?"

"...the chosen two..."

"I'm going."

She starts to walk towards the door, and I rush to catch up.

"Buffy and Faith... sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes love..."

"Please stop there, B... this is gonna be the fastest break up ever otherwise..."

And I do stop, cos whoa, with the marriage and babies and whoa! I didn't think that little ditty through before I began...

I just feel all head rushy though. So happy.

"I love you."

And she stops, and she smiles and she loves me too.

So happy.

We get in the car and point it in the direction of home.

I am taking Faith home. And I am so damn happy!

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