Buffy's Pov

It's great being surrounded by the people that matter to you. To know that the smiles shared across the table are genuine, to know that the love you feel in your heart is real. That's how I feel right now.

Everything... everyone, that means anything to me, is here.

And the meal...? WOW!

Willow has really out done herself. I know of course she would have had help from the others... but this was her idea, and I can only thank her for it. To know that the reason for this dinner is Faith, makes me even happier. That my friends value her as much as I do... heck, they valued her `before' I did... but the fact that they support us, that they care about us, together as a couple... it just makes me smile.

Lots of things make me smile these days.

The way Faith keeps watching me out of the corner of her eye... that makes me smile. I don't know if she thinks I don't know she's watching me, but of course I know. I'm aware of everything she does. Every move she makes, every breath... I'm aware of all of it.

The way Giles is surveying the scene like a proud father... that makes me smile too. I guess we are all his kids. So long he's looked after us, picked us up when we've fallen, bandaged our scrapes, listened to our heart aches. To think of him as anything less then a father would be wrong.

Now Willow. I can't decide if I'm smiling at Wills. Ya know when something just seems a little bit afoot... a little bit like she thinks she has a surprise or a secret... and I don't know whether to be excited, or maybe scared. Because I like secrets and surprises, I especially like best friend secrets and surprises... but I don't know. She just looks a little... sneaky? Is it wrong to think of a best friend as sneaky...?

She's looking at me... and she's colouring up!

There is definitely something up. Something occurring. Well, if she thinks she is outsmarting the Buffster... numero uno slayer supremo... not gonna happen!

Tara is quiet.

Maybe that's the way to go, to find out what's up.

"Hey Tara, you seem pretty quiet... anything wrong?"

I direct my look firmly at Willow. I am on to you ya little sneakster... oh yes.

"I...uh, wrong?"

"She's just full up from dinner, Buffy. Not quiet... just full."

And the red head jumps in to save the girl friend. And she can't be full up, she hardly ate anything, compared to the amount me and Faith ate, she didn't eat `anything'.

"Is that right, Tara?"

"Uh-huh."

She goes all red to match her girlfriends hair. And such a sweet little smile she sends my way... definitely something going on.

"Full up? I thought we were having desert?"

"Xander!"

"What? We're not having desert? I saved room and we're NOT having desert?"

"The desert was a surprise... as in `don't mention desert Xander, it's gonna be a surprise.' Remember?"

"Oh."

Xander looks suitably sorry. I could kiss him. Although not in the boy girl kissy way, cos I'm all about the girl, girl kissy way nowadays... or the Faith kissy... kissing. Yep. All about the kissing Faith.

I could kiss Faith forever. Her mouth is so hot, so warm and inviting, and the lips... oh god those lips... to feel them against mine, her tongue sliding between them... that little groove... everything about them just screams `KISS ME'... she's licking them now... running her tongue across the top, oh so slowly...uh... and now the bottom... oh wait, she's pulling it in between her teeth, giving it a little bite... letting go... and smiling?

I look up and catch her eyes. They're staring straight back at me... and I guess I'm busted!

"See something ya like, B?"

She leans in and whispers this to me, all sultry and husky sounding... trying to get me worked up. It's working.

"Lips..."

I squeak? Could certainly come in useful against mice fearing demons... `A-HA! Stand back... or I'll squeak at you?'...I'm scared.

"Ya like my lips, B?"

"Oh yeah."

Good recovery.

"Ya want my lips?"

Everywhere.

I guess my face gives my answer, because before I even have the chance to register the fact that yes, my whole family is at this table, sitting around eating and chatting, and yes, if I kiss Faith here and now, then that would be like... well, like exposing them to... something really hot, and scorching... and kind of erotic too... before I have that thought, her lips are on mine.

Her hand slides it's way up the back of my neck, holding me firm to the kiss. Her mouth possessing me in a way that doesn't care if anyone is watching. Taking me. Tasting me. Her tongue pushing between my lips to duel with mine.

When she pulls away I'm breathless.

"I like your lips too, Buffy."

Well that's a relief.

I want to kiss her again, but Giles clearing his throat is maybe signal enough that everyone has had their fill of the `Buffy and Faith' show.

Sure enough everyone's eyes are fixed on us.

"What? Ya never seen two girls kiss before?"

"That's right, Faith... never seen it, not once... two girls `kissing'... what is the world coming too?"

"Smart, Red. So why ya staring?"

"Maybe Willow has never seen such a blatant display of sexuality at the kitchen table before, Faith."

Trust Giles to be all sensible.

"Well maybe she's not been using the kitchen table right then, hey G?"

He just stares at her. Maybe his brain is still processing.

Wills and Tara are sharing a look though... a sly look, punctuated by red cheeks and secret smiles... I'd definitely say they'd had their share of fun on the kitchen table. It's always the quiet ones.

"Guys, guys, guys... I `know' I'm pretty much grown now, but do we `really' have to discuss all your sex lives at the dinner table?"

"Quite right, Dawn. I'm sure we can call an end to this line of discussion, now."

And just when I was going to question Wills and Tar on there table expeditions... I guess there's always later.

Conversation drifts again, from subject to subject, person to person. I know I was thinking about something, but the kiss still has me distracted. It was something about Willow... and Xander... and the sneaky looks... and the...

"DESERT!"

"Huh?"

Everyone utters that sound as they turn to look at the crazy one.

"I thought Xander mentioned `desert'? Ring any bells?"

Again I stare firmly at Wills, she has to know I can not be fooled.

"Bells, Buffy? I don't think there are any bells here..." she looks all around her as if she's really searching.

"...nope no bells."

"And the desert?"

"There may be desert."

Her mouth is tugging so hard to pull out a smile.

What's the big deal with desert... we have had desert before. Admittedly not too often, usually it consists of a tub of ice cream flopped on the sofa after dinner... not sit down at the table and have desert on a plate. Kind of exciting. But not a huge deal. Unless it's a cake... maybe with writing on... like a congratulatory cake, or a welcome home cake... which must be it! It's a welcome home cake for Faith, and she's acting all coy because it's a surprise! That is `so' sweet. I love Willow.

I give her a little smile, and a knowing nod of the head. It's ok Wills... I'm in on the conspiracy... numero uno slayer supremo, has figured it out.

She looks a little confused, but smiles back anyway. Maybe she wonders how I figured it out. There's just no fooling me.

I can't wait to see Faith's cake. She's gonna love it.

I zone in and out of conversations, half my mind on Wills cake, and the other half on Faith's hand. It's not doing anything wrong... it `never' does anything wrong... it's just twisting in my hair. Twirling my pony tail... every now and then just raising to stroke the back of my neck... it feels sublime. I want her so much. Like earlier in the car.

I would NEVER be the kind of girl who pulls over for a quickie... but I just... wow, I guess I just needed her. In that moment, her touching me like that, and my body screaming at me to give it release... I `had' to pull over.

And now, in this moment... with her touching the base of my neck, just grazing her fingers along the curve of my shoulder and back again... in this moment I want to throw her to the floor and demand that she fuck me... demand that she thrusts her fingers deep inside of me until I can't take no more, until I beg her to please stop.

That would really freak Giles out though. Probably everyone else to. And me. After the fucking had been taken care of. I would definitely freak.

"So who's ready for afters?"

I wonder if Faith is still gonna take me upstairs for afters. Her tongue pushing up at me, running across my soft folds... me pushing down on her, riding her face... oh god... must stop thinking!

Everybody eagerly rushes out their desire for desert. That's good. We can see Faith's cake, eat quickly, and go upstairs.

"Buffy?"

Upstairs. To the bedroom.

"Ouch!"

She pulled my hair. Well tugged on it gently. But even still... girlfriends aren't supposed to do that.

"B, Red is asking you something."

"And ya couldn't have just said that... ya had to go all violent and hair tuggy?"

"That wasn't violent... it was, affectionate!"

She tugs again, not hard, but firm. And it does feel quite affectionate now that she mentions it. The way she is holding me tight, like she's in control of me... and the look in her eyes...

"Ok, affectionate."

I'll let her off this time. But only because she's my hot piece of ass, and I love her.

"So Buffy, you want desert?"

She looks worried that I'm gonna say `no'. Of course I'm gonna say yes, this is Faith's cake, I wouldn't miss out on this for anything.

I give her a reassuring nod and smile.

"I'll take double desert, Wills... extra helpings for Buffy!"

She starts to laugh. Tara is giggling too.

"Ok, extra helpings."

"No fair! Do I get extra helpings?"

Xander just sets her off laughing again. I can't wait to see this cake. It must be kinda special.

"Maybe if there's some left over you can get extra helpings... with Buffy's appetite though Xander... I'm thinking there's not gonna be much to go around."

"I'll save some for him, don't worry... if that's alright with Faith... I mean it's her..."

Oops. I nearly said her `cake'. That would ruin the surprise.

I don't get why Willow is laughing so hard?

"...it's her...uh... with the huge appetite! Yes indeed! You'd better ask her if ya want me to save ya some."

That was close.

Willow finally leaves the room to get the cake. Xander looks confused, I guess he wasn't in on the surprise. Must just be a girly thing, although Dawn looks a little confused too... Giles is just cleaning away at his glasses, probably wondering at the youth of today... Tara is picking away at her napkin, not gonna raise her eyes to look at us... and Faith.

Faith looks... not too confused. I hope she hasn't figured out the cake.

The cake is carried in all ceremonially by Willow. I think she's really gone to a lot of trouble. She places it down in the centre of the table, and whacks Xanders hand away from the cover.

"Wait! I just, uh, wanna say a couple of things."

A speech as well? I never knew she was such a huge fan of Faith, I mean I know they're friends... but this is just too nice.

"Right... err... I just wanted to say, that after everything we've been through together, all the times things have gone bad... and good, cos we've had good times too, although some times they're not the easiest times to remember, with the bad being so bad..."

Could be a long speech.

"... but I just wanted to say, that well...I love you Buffy, and I'm so pleased that things are working out for you... and that you're happy..."

Buffy?

"...and we just, well me and Tara, just wanted to get you this to welcome you home with Faith, and ya know...well done with the apocalypse, even though I guess we all fought this one together... but yeah, well done..."

She leans forward and uncovers the ca...

There is no writing. There is just the hugest looking creamiest hunk of gateaux I have ever seen in my life. And now I get it. This isn't about Faith... this is about me.

"...also..." she looks around at everyone, offers me a little smile.

"... not everyone will get the meaning of the gateaux, but well Buffy knows what it means... and I guess me and Tara just wanted to say, `welcome to the club' and we hope you enjoy the stay!"

She's cracking up now. Any deep seated emotions she had stirred in me with her little speech have been firmly buried. Oh yes. This is just another embarrass Buffy moment. Complete with cake. Or gateaux.

"I don't care what it means, it looks damn fine. So can we eat it now?"

"Better ask Buffy, Xander... it is hers to be dishing out."

"Buff...? What do ya say?"

They're all looking at me expectantly... well, Faith's just looking kind of confused. I guess I never did tell her the deal with the gateaux. I don't think now's really the time.

"I uh... yeah sure guys, help yourself!"

"You sure you wanna share, Buffy? All that creamy goodness... you don't wanna keep that all to yourself?"

"I'm sure, `thank you' Wills. It was SO nice of you to get me a cake!"

They all dig in and help them selves. There's lots of `Mmmms' and `Ahhhs', and general smacking of lips... I guess the gateaux is good... but then it was supposed to be a metaphor for Faith, so it should be damn good!

"Hey, B...?"

She whispers into my ear, and I turn my face to smile at her. Almost I catch her lips with mine. Almost.

"Yes, Faith?"

"What the fuck is the deal with the gateaux?"

I can't help but laugh. A full on deep down laugh. How do I begin to explain that one? And I know I can't here...

"I'll tell ya laters ok? Let's just say uh... it reminds me of someone."

"Reminds you of someone?"

Don't push for explanations.

"Later. Just eat and enjoy."

She leans in close again, and this time I do catch a whisper of a kiss for my lips.

"I know what I wanna eat, B... is dinner done yet, is it time to go upstairs...?"

All my insides involuntarily clench as they hear her words. I know what she wants to eat... I've been waiting ALL day for after dinner.

My voice comes out as a strangled whisper. The effect that she has on me... just with her words... just with the images in my head of what she can do to me... oh god... need!

"I uh... upstairs? Now? You don't wanna eat some gateaux?"

"I wanna eat you..." Her mouth is suddenly right next to my ear.

"...I wanna wrap my lips around your pussy and feast on you, Buffy... I wanna push my tongue so far inside you, god... I need to fuck you, B... can we skip desert?"

I don't know how to refuse. I sure as hell don't want to refuse.

I look across at Wills and she is just staring back with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Uh... Wills, I um... I'm pretty tired from the drive, ya know... and well I was thinking I might have a lay down, you don't mind do you?"

"You're really tired, Buffy? That's too bad." She looks at Faith and arches her eyebrows.

"So Faith, I guess you get to eat Buffy's portion too... which thinking about it, it's kinda like eating yourself... wait, ewwww, no... not like that, I uh... you get extra gateaux!"

"I'll eat B's portion later, Red... I feel pretty whacked out too, it's a real long drive, and well... ya kinda lost me on the `eating myself' comment, but ya didn't make me recline on the table, so we're good... and tired. I'm so fucking tired!"

"Guys! You can't skip out early on your own `welcome home' dinner, it's impolite!"

"Don't worry Dawn, just means we get more desert."

"But still..."

I can see Dawn getting her stubborn face on. Sometimes it works on me, but nothing is distracting me from my destination with Faith.

"Not up for discussion. We really are beat, and ya know tomorrow will be back to normal, same old grind stone... so yes, we NEED an early night, catch up on the Z's."

"Didn't you sleep in L.A.?"

No Dawn. Not really. We spent the whole time fucking each other senseless. In fact past senseless. All those hours spent deliciously delighting in each others bodies... all that hot sex... sleep? Who needs sleep?

"Uh... yeah, of course we slept! But the drive..."

"...Was `really' long, and we stopped for erm... at the beach, and the beach always tires me out... and B, with the constant chat, ya know..."

"...yeah, my constant chat is kinda tiring, right Dawnie?"

They all just look at us. I know they're not fooled. That's ok. I don't care. I just want Faith.

"What about slaying?"

Huh?

"Giles, you're kidding right? You can get the others to slay... I don't wanna go slaying tonight!"

I offer a pout the size of a scolded three year olds. Slaying never even entered my mind!

"But Buffy, you have had a vacation... the other girls might appreciate a break."

"Giles..."

Now I whine like the scolded three year old.

"...please? I am SO tired."

Why is he grinning at me like that?

"Just go to bed, Buffy."

He never meant for me to slay. I have been suckered. Must be sucker Buffy night. I look at Faith's amused face... Mmmm... luckily it's `suck Buffy' night as well...

"Thank you, Giles!"

We both stand up with an eagerness not normally seen in those tired out and needing rest. I'm gonna have to work really hard not to run up the stairs... all the seconds I have to wait till I get there... feels like eternity. I WANT her. I want her on me, in me, around me, over me, under me, touching me, tasting me, fucking me... I WANT HER!

"Right guys, thanks for dinner it was really nice, great to see you all again, thanks for desert, real thoughtful Wills, and Dawn we'll catch up tomorrow, thanks for the no slay Giles, you're a star...erm, think that's it. Yep. Uh... goodnight?"

Could I be more obvious?

"Yeah, same for me. Tired. Night guys."

Faith hooks her fingers in the top of my sarong, and starts tugging me out of the room. If she tugs too hard, I'll lose the thing all together, and `that' would not be funny. It's nice that she wants me though, I kinda want her too.

"Hey Buffy...?"

What Willow, WHAT?

"Yeah?"

"I guess this answers my question, right?"

"What question... you asked a question?"

I wrack my brain, trying to remember any unanswered queries... but I'm coming up blank, all I can see is Faith's mouth wrapped tight around my clit, her eyes as she looks up at me, burning into me... I think I might groan out loud.

"I was gonna ask, but with you being so `tired'... I didn't get a chance."

"Uh-huh..." Faith's tugging is getting more insistent, the sarong is so gonna go in a minute.

"...and the question was, or would be, or what... FAITH!...stop pulling my darn skirt off!...sorry Wills, you were saying? Or asking?"

"I was just gonna ask which tasted nicer?"

And how does a mind like that produce a smile so sweet?

Tara is giggling, Dawn looks perplexed... oh look, realisation crosses Xanders face, and yep, now he is leering at the sleepy slayers...Giles cleans glasses again...

"I didn't taste the gateaux yet, Wills, so I wouldn't know would I?"

"Oh for fucks sake...what is the deal with the damn gateaux? Red, give me a slice here, please."

I think Faith is getting impatient. Join the club.

Willow cuts her a massive slice and hands it over on a plate.

"Ok, B... now ya can have the gateaux in bed, can we go now... I am so fucking hor... uh... horribly tired!"

"Yes. Bed. Now!"

We throw retreating glances as we go to leave the room. I should have known that Wills would have to get her last word in though.

"Enjoy desert Buffy... eating gateaux in bed, you lucky, lucky girl!"

She starts to laugh, and Xander just ups the leers.

"Make sure to go back down for seconds, Buffy... I find it gets tastier each time."

OH MY GOD!

"TARA!"

I never expected that from shy sweet lovely Tara.

"Just telling you how it is, Buffy."

"Right...thanks, I'll bear that in mind."

As I leave the room Willow and Tara are swapping the kind of glances I've been sharing with Faith all through dinner. And breakfast. And lunch. I guess I'm not the only one with desert on my mind.

Faith is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She's scooped her finger all the way through the cream on the top of the gateaux and is offering it out for me to taste.

"You want a little taster, B?"

I take her finger into my mouth and suck long and hard. It really is a great taste... it is all dark and yummy, and the creamy goodness...

"Slow up there girl, I need that finger."

She wiggles those eyebrows at me and takes her finger from my mouth. She trails it slowly down my jaw, down the front of my chest, past my navel, and stops at the top of the sarong.

"I think `you' might need this finger too, B... what do ya say?"

I say `fuck me!'

"Uh-huh."

I'm back to squeaking. In my mind I wasn't squeaking.

She tugs at me again, and leads me up the stairs. She's walking backwards and her eyes never leave mine... I can see everything she is going to do to me in them... every caress, every touch... all there for me to see. Her eyes are promising to take me places, show me things... and I am so damn hot for her.

I can feel how wet I'm getting, I can feel my panties getting more and more uncomfortable. I can feel the heat raising on my skin. My heart quickening, my breath hitching.

"I need you, Faith..."

It comes out a whisper. A whisper of a thought I didn't know I was thinking... I was stuck on hot, I guess I was really stuck on need.

"...I need you."

If it's possible, her eyes seem to push into mine even further. I'm so entranced I almost miss the smile on her lips, the words from her mouth.

"I guess it's a good job you have me then."

Finally we are at the bedroom door. My bedroom door. And the funniest thing crosses my mind.

Me and Faith have never really been together here... there was the first time, with me and the wanting and the taking and the wow... and then there was just the fighting. The screaming. The hurt. The pain. But this... it almost feels extra special, because this is home. This is my room, my bed, my space...and now I want to share it. I want it to be ours.

She has hold of me and the gateaux, so I push open the door. Everything is the same. Except now it's different. I won't ever have to sleep in that bed alone again. I won't ever lay there and wonder at what it is I'm missing, what it is that I need so badly, but just can't find. Because that's with me now. And this is our room, our bed, and our space.

"I love you, Faith. I love you so much."

And I feel the tears as they start to push their way from my eyes.

"Hey, B... baby, what is it?"

She pushes the door shut and puts down the cake. In a second her arms are around me, and I just... I... everything. It's her. And I feel so damn complete.

"Happy, Faith... I'm just happy."

I would pay to see the smile that crosses those lips of hers. It's the best smile I've ever seen.

She tucks her finger under my chin and raises my eyes to hers. She brings her lips down in the softest of kisses against mine.

"I love you, Buffy."

She wipes the last of my silly happy tears from my face, and then she wraps her mouth around mine in a kiss that scorches the panties right from me. Her tongue is everywhere, searching my mouth, running across my teeth, tracing my lips... I feel like she is trying to consume me, and I just can't wait.

She breaks the kiss and steps back. She looks so beautiful.

"Just one thing, B... before I get all distracted."

I was already distracted!

"Hurry up, Faith."

I smile to let her know I'm playing.

"Calm down `eager pants!' I just wanna know about the gateaux... ok? Cos ya keep saying you'll tell me, and Red is always cracking the funnies, and heck I think even Tara is more clued up then me... so what's the deal... why the crazy panting over gateaux?"

Maybe it is time to finally fess up.

"It's you, Faith."

"It's me?"

"Yep. It's you."

She does look a bit confused... I can see the thoughts passing across her face.

"But... the time, with you and Red... and I said... and you said..."

I know the time. Another time I caused problems, just cos I'm kind of a dope.

"...why didn't ya just tell me then...? Cos with the fighting, and the angst... do you `like' the angst, B?"

"I was scared. You said you didn't `want' love, and I was sad, and Wills was cheering me up, and the gateaux thing just kinda popped up... ya know... what would it be like to be with Faith... and then you were there, and all... `that sounds good enough to be me'... and hell, I freaked... I'm sorry."

And I am sorry. I'm sorry for any pain I caused her. Ever.

"I said I didn't want love... man, I'm an idiot."

"Yep."

"We're both idiots."

"Yep."

She gets a naughty grin on her face, and heads over to where she put the gateaux. She scoops some more cream off with her fingers. Slides it inside her mouth, sucks slowly, looking me in the eye the whole time.

"So what do ya say, B... me or gateaux?"

Both?

"It's been a while Faith, I might need reminding on the `you' taste of things."

"You might, huh?"

"Oh yes."

She starts undoing the button at the top of her jeans. I'm mesmerised. At the same time she is walking closer to me, or I'm walking closer to her... we're just getting closer. Till there's no more room to cover, no more distance to go.

"Be my guest, B... taste away..."

She slides her hand inside her opened pants, and scoops up some of her own creamy goodness, she offers it out to me, to taste, to suck.

It fills my senses, and awakens every part of me. No comparison.

"...so?"

"I want you, Faith."

"Not the gateaux?"

She's reaching across and getting more of that, now she fills my mouth again. The two flavours do complement each other so well.

"Not the gateaux... you."

"Me? You sure about that?"

"I want you."

And she smiles at my answer, even though it's the only answer I could ever give. It's her. Always has been. Always will be.

And as she closes the space between our mouths, brings her lips so hard against mine, so full of hunger, of lust... I know. I know that no one, or nothing could ever come between this. Between us. I have never been surer of anything.

I was made to love her. And love her I shall.

The End