PART 6
(Today)
We cannot fight it.
As much as we try, passion cannot be tamed, will not be silenced. It rushes through us like fire, burning our senses, dimming our minds and lighting our hearts. It sees no consequences, blind to the future, blind to the past, blind to everything but the present.
Passion is now, and nothing more.
But once it is released, it will ever be caged again.
(Two weeks ago)
It took a moment for Faith to register that she was truly alone. Buffy was no longer in sight, having bolted for the nearest gate with a look of anger on her face. Anger that her defences had been broken so dramatically. The grin slipped from Faith's lips as she looked into the darkness, her mind battling over the most important decision she would make. Follow, or stay.
She didn't want to push her. Part of her was scared that pursuit would force Buffy into a state of panic, closing her off completely. But waiting could do the same thing. Defences would be given time to rebuild, excuses would be given time to form, and Faith would be left alone once more.
A second later, she had made her decision. Hell, she was sick of waiting.
Faith shrugged inwardly and headed towards the gate and into the street, realising that it led to the Bronze. She nodded to herself. Seemed pretty likely. She picked up speed and walked on, a look of determination forming on her face, it falling momentarily as she realised the scoobies might be there. Standing on the road, she went over it all again, the risks and rewards chances and opportunities. She could ruin it all.
But it was a cold, empty motel room and crap TV, or a chance to tell Buffy what she felt.
Unsurprisingly, Buffy came out on top... in a manner of speaking.
She walked on again, her brisk pace turning into a jog. Music could be heard, filling her with a confidence as she remembered the last time they had been there together. The night they had come so close to working everything out, so close to being happy... the night it all went wrong. Insecurities, guilt, remorse, they all clawed their way back up into her soul at the thought. Fuck.
She stopped once more, the Bronze now in sight. Last chance to leave.
Faith took a deep breath and remembered the feel of the blonde's lips on her own, the strength in her arms and the touch of her hair. It all came flooding back in that second, and she walked towards the backdoor. She was Faith. This was what she was good at. She entered, praying that Buffy was alone.
And she was.
Sort of.
Through the crowd of people, Faith's eyes instantly fell on the other slayer. Buffy shone, her skin glowing gold in the dim light of the Bronze as she moved sensually to the pulsing beat of the music. Faith watched her as she moved slowly towards the dance floor, drawn as always to the heat she felt radiating from the girl she loved, the girl with her arms linked around the neck of a tall, blonde man, her hips caught in his eager grasp.
Buffy tried to keep her gaze fixed on the man in front of her, but she felt Faith's eyes burning into her, her presence refusing to be ignored. Slowly she turned, her back against him as she swayed, almost daring the girl to make a move. Their eyes locked in their constant struggle as Buffy grasped the man's hands, pulling them around her to rest on her stomach.
Faith growled with a mixture of anger and arousal. But still she stayed, unable to move her stare from the other girl. The man's lips lowered to her neck, and Faith swore she heard Buffy gasp. The brunette's body was shaking, knowing that she was a beat away from attack, and that would only serve to make Buffy push her even further away. Struggling, she pushed down the hate that threatened to overcome her, and turned, walking back out the door.
Buffy's breath caught in her throat as she saw Faith leave, and against everything her mind told her, she pushed away from the man and ran after her.
Only to find Faith leaning against the wall.
"Good show, B. Really proved your hetero status." Faith said, slightly bitterly.
Buffy stared at her for a moment. "I wasn't trying to prove anything. You mean nothing to me and I-"
"Then why are you here?" Faith walked towards her slowly, circling her with her body and devouring her with her eyes. "You trying to tell me that show wasn't for me?"
Buffy gulped as she felt Faith hands push her into the darkness of the alleyway, too far gone to put up a fight. "It wasn't." She whimpered as her back hit brick.
"Sure B." Faith growled, the arousal she felt from Buffy pushing her confidence higher. "You gonna tell me you just came out here for air, too?" Faith leaned into her, her hands snaking up the blonde's top and lying where the man had had his. "This is better, isn't it?"
"I-" Buffy gulped as Faith's fingers started to trace circles, leaving fire in their wake.
"Yeah, I know it is. I know what you want, and I can give it to you." Faith growled, her thigh nudging between Buffy's legs. "And all you ever had to do was ask."
Buffy eyes flicked to Faith's own, a defiance still dimly there. Fading, but there. "I never will."
"Yeah?" Faith grinned. "Maybe, but I know you'll never tell me to stop, either." Her lips pushed firmly against Buffy's, their tongues sliding against each other's as Buffy mouth opened despite her brain screaming for her to stop. Their hands tangled in each other's hair, running over shoulders, muscle, and in an instant, Faith hands had pushed Buffy's top above her breasts, her bra snapped open with a confident flick.
Faith's lips trailed slow, hot kisses down the smooth tanned skin, nipping at the flesh on her shoulders. Buffy breathing came in short gasps as she felt her tongue flick lightly over one erect nipple, her hands pushing Faith's head closer to her breast. Faith's fingers found the other, rolling it softly as she continued to suck and nip with her mouth. Buffy hips were swaying back and forth as she gasped, and unable to wait, she began to push Faith down, down towards the place she need to be touched, as much as she hated to admit it.
Faith grinned inwardly as she fell to her knees, unzipping the blonde's pants and pulling them slowly to the ground and following them with her panties. She ran her hands up the other slayer's firm legs, easing them apart, and inhaled sharply as she looked, Buffy's arousal coating her completely. Buffy groaned loudly as Faith softly touched her with her tongue, drinking in her scent and her taste, the very things she had longed for for so long. She ran her tongue along the other slayer's wet folds, before dipping in to massage her clit slowly. As Buffy's hips moved against her, Faith found her own moving in time, her own arousal building to boiling point. Her fingers ran up the inside of Buffy's legs, and Buffy cried out as she felt her enter her, her fingers filling her completely.
It was Buffy cries that were ecstasy to Faith, however. This what what she had wanted, the chance to make her happy. And she sounded happy. Faith slid her fingers in and out of the blonde, growing faster, harder as she heard her gasp out and near climax. With an overwhelming desire to see her as she came, Faith moved back up the blonde's body, her thumb massaging her clit and her fingers slamming into her. Buffy pulled her close as she bucked under her, their mouth meeting once more in a passionate kiss.
She pulled back as Buffy's body tensed, her orgasm overcoming her. The dark slayer looked at her with awe in her eyes. She had never said it until then, had never felt it in her heart. But she did now, and it was time to stop playing.
"I love you." She whispered as Buffy climaxed under her hand.
Gasping, the blonde turned to her, pushing their lips together for one more instant. "I know." She replied softly. She smiled gently at Faith, her eyes filled with sorrow, before becoming blank once more and pushing her away. "But I can't love you."
"Can't, or won't?" Faith asked, as Buffy words hit her like a fist.
Pulling her clothes back on, Buffy turned to her. "Don't ask me, OK? Don't try to make me."
Faith stared at her. "I..."
"You had me. Isn't that enough?"
"No! B, it's not about that. It was never about that." She said, "It's more. I-"
"Faith!" Buffy pleaded, tears glistening in her eyes. "Just trust me. I shouldn't have even done this."
Faith looked at her, wishing to be allowed to hold her as she saw her wiping away her tears. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Buffy shook her head. "Just... I have to go."
Defeated, Faith sighed and nodded. "OK, B." She said, letting her pass. "I'll see you tomorrow." She added under her breath.
PART 7
(Today)
We cannot choose who we love.
The wrong person is so often right, and the right one so wrong. If we could choose, if we could shut down the fire that rages inside us, life would be easy. But who would want it? Faith would never pick such a life, and neither would Buffy.
But we didn't yet know what that would mean.
(One week ago)
Faith sat nervously on her bed as she listened to the silence on the other end of the phone. She knew what Cordelia felt. Faith had spent a long time finding other people's weaknesses and using them as a weapon, and although she no longer craved that power, she found that it was still as sharp as ever. So she knew. But she also needed a friend, and Cordelia had been her only choice.
Eventually Cordelia spoke, obviously struggling to keep her voice steady. "So you got her then." She said, more of a statement than a question.
Faith shrugged, unwilling to admit the pain the whole experience had caused her. "For a moment."
"Since then?"
The slayer almost laughed out loud. It was either that or cry. "Since then? Every night, there's been someone. One of her little Scooby gang." She shook her head. "Or Spike."
Cordelia spluttered his name out in disbelief. "Spike?!"
"What about Spike?" Came a voice in the distance.
"Hang on, Angel just walked in."
Faith sat back against the headboard as she listened to Cordelia giving Angel a quick run down about the situation, noticing that she was leaving out the sex details. Probably fill him in later, after all, they had something in common. Faith winced, knowing that she was hurting her. It was the last thing she wanted to do. The girl had helped her so much, sitting here and listening to her whine on about Buffy, and all the while... she felt too guilty to even think about it.
By the tone of the seer's voice, Faith could tell she was alone again. "Angel says 'hey'."
"Hey back." Faith replied, wondering just how much the vampire knew about everything. Probably a hell of a lot.
"So, Spike."
"He's in love with her apparently. I think she keeps him around cause he helped Dawn or something, I dunno."
Cordelia paused for a moment, bracing herself. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm such a dumbass, I can't believe I left you guys and came here where everyone hates me." Faith said, starting to ramble. "Maybe I should come back."
As much as she wanted to kick herself for saying it, Cordelia shook her head. "No. You're not running."
Faith sighed. "I know. I just... I miss you guys."
"We'll still be here when you get the girl." Cordelia said. "You're in love, and you have a chance. Don't throw it away." She finished, her voice cracking again. "Look, I'm going to go-"
"I'm sorry Cordy."
She closed her eyes tightly. "I know. Bye." And then she hung up.
Faith sat and listened to the dial tone for a second, feeling horrible, and then put the phone down. She walked to the bathroom and stared into the mirror, steadying herself for the night ahead. "Well?" She said to her reflection. "You gonna do the smart thing, or are you gonna try again?" She smirked at herself and shook her head. Like there was ever any doubt. "Dumbass." She said as she grabbed her jacket and walked out the door.
Buffy walked a step ahead of Xander and Anya, and tried to ignore Anya's annoyance at having to patrol. Of course, it wasn't easy when the ex-demon was so vocal about it.
"I don't see why we have to be here." She complained as Xander rolled his eyes at her. "She's a slayer. What are we going to do?"
"Buffy just wants some company." Xander replied, taking his girlfriend's hand.
"But it's pointless. Why couldn't Spike go with her? He likes to fight, and we could be having sex."
"Spike's a vampire." Xander said, a frown on his face. "He definitely shouldn't be here." What was everyone's obsession with vampires who couldn't kill?
Anya shrugged. "Spike is OK, considering he's evil."
"So you like Spike?" Xander asked her with a hurt tone in his voice. "He's a demon!"
"I was a demon!" Anya exclaimed, annoyed that everyone seemed to forget. "And anyway, he's got a chip."
Xander let go of her hand again. "That doesn't mean we can trust him."
"Maybe. But we could be having sex." Anya sniffed.
At Xander's lack of reply, Buffy turned to them. "You guys can go if you want." She said, getting fed up with the constant whining.
"No, it's OK. We want to be here." Xander said.
Anya scowled at him.
"Really guys, it's OK." Buffy shrugged, looking around and seeing no sign of Faith. "It looks pretty quiet anyway."
Anya and Xander looked at each other for a second. "Yeah?" Xander asked, reluctant to leave Buffy in any danger, despite knowing that he wouldn't be much use in a fight anyway.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah."
The couple smiled gratefully at her and made their getaway, leaving Buffy twirling a stake and wondering if Faith would turn up. Part of her wanted it, there was no denying that, the week since their... mistake... feeling longer than any Buffy had known. But their was the sane part, the part that knew nothing should happen.
Still, she couldn't ignore the excitement that pulsed through her, knowing she was alone and that soon she might not be. She shook her head. This was exactly the reason she had refused to patrol without her friends for so long.
Faith was almost there when she was jumped by a vampire. In her hurry to get to the other slayer, she hadn't been paying attention, and she cursed as she fell flat on her face. Twisting, she pulled a stake out of her pocket and rammed it into him, coughing as dust fell on her face. "Asshole." She muttered, flipping up and wiping herself down.
She looked up in surprise as another leapt towards her. Catching her off guard again, she felt a kick connect with her stomach.
"You're off your game." Buffy said as she ran towards her, seeing another two vampires joining the fight.
Faith smirked slightly and kicked the vampire, breaking his nose. "I had other things on my mind." She grunted, staking him as Buffy did the same. The remaining vampire looked at the two slayers with fear and turned to run, only to have his legs swiped by Faith, who jumped on him and punched him a few times before staking him. "I think they're getting easier." She muttered, standing up and facing Buffy, who was looking flushed.
They stood and looked at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, heat filling the air between them. Unable to take the intensity of her gaze, Buffy turned and walked away, going further into the cemetery.
Faith put her stake in her pocket and followed the blonde. "You've been avoiding me." She said after a moment.
Buffy whipped back round and stared at her. "No I haven't."
"What's wrong?" Faith grinned. "Scared you couldn't control yourself?"
Buffy paused, the challenge in Faith's voice urging her to fight. "Me?" She asked. "I don't think I'm the one with control issues."
"No?" Faith gulped, the tone of Buffy voice raising the hairs on the back of her neck, as she involuntarily stepped forward.
"No." Buffy said, an evil glint in her eyes. "I could walk away, Faith. Could you?" She backed up against the side of a tomb and slid a hand over her breasts, hoping Faith would... no, she didn't know anymore...
Faith just watched her as her hands moved to her pants, unhooking the button and slowly pulling them down over her hips. She walked closer, ignoring the voice in her head that yelled at her not to.
"I'm not gonna play your fucking weird mind games, B." She growled.
"No?" Buffy asked, sliding her fingers inside herself as she kept her eyes fixed on Faith's. She slid them out again, coated in her own juices, and ran them over Faith's lips. "Then walk away." She purred, thrusting them into her mouth.
Faith groaned as she sucked helplessly on her taste, hating herself as she lost all power to resist. As she felt Buffy's hand on her shoulder, she sank to her knees and buried her tongue deep inside the blonde's centre, crying against her as Buffy came fast underneath her.
Faith half stumbled, half crawled away from Buffy as she pulled her clothes back on. Shaking her head in self-disgust, Faith finally got to her feet and ran.
Her eyes were so blurry that she hadn't seen the blonde's own tears.
PART 8
(Today)
We tell ourselves that we can have just one more, that we control our addictions, that they do not control us.
We believe what we want to believe, pushing away the truth to justify our desires, lying so we can take have one last taste. But every time we give in, its hold becomes that much stronger, our wills decaying under the strength of our need.
And love can be the strongest addiction of all.
(Six days ago)
She had slept badly, filled with anger, confusion, and a burning sense of disgust. Disgust at herself. She had dreamed of Buffy so many times, of making love with her. Not fucking her against some wall. And of course, her body was begging for release, release from the tension that Buffy had installed in her from day one.
She hated herself for it, that loss of control. Faith's power had always been her sexuality, and now that one thing had been ripped from her. And she was helpless without it.
So finally giving up, she got out of bed and started to pack her bags. She should have done it a long time ago. She was going back to LA.
Her heart jumped at the sound of knocking a few hours later. Her few possessions had not really taken so long to throw together, but perhaps she had been stalling, hoping against all odds that Buffy would return. Apologise... tell her she loved her...
Stupid. What was she thinking? Besides, even if Buffy had come crawling back, she wouldn't listen. Fuck her.
It was in that state of mind that she opened the door. And saw the other slayer.
Faith rolled her eyes and left the door open, turning back to her packing, praying that... no! It was over.
"You're leaving." Buffy stated, an unreadable expression on her face. "I knew you would run eventually."
"Yeah? Good for you. Got me sussed, huh B?" Faith said, her voice matching Buffy's face.
The blonde walked into the room and stood awkwardly by the door, reminding them both of a time long since past. "I came to say..." She trailed off, not really sure what she wanted to say after all.
"What? How'd you know I was here anyway?"
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know." She said, answering both questions at once.
"Well figure it out, or leave." Faith replied. Refusing to give up any more emotions that could be used to hurt her, she pushed down the pain she was feeling and reverted to the person she had been for years. Maybe she had been right all along. People are shit.
Buffy watched her, knowing that she was about to lose her, and knowing that she didn't have a choice. "You deserved it, you know." She said, hating herself for saying it, but unable to give up the fight. "You had to-"
"God! Why are you even here?" Faith asked, turning to face her. "I'm a bad person, I know this. I don't need you to tell me. Again."
"I'm-"
"What?" Faith cut her off, walking towards her until they were face to face. "I'm leaving. That's what you wanted. You here for one more fuck before I go?" She hissed. "Cause it ain't going to happen, B. I'm through being your whore."
"Why?!" Buffy yelled at her, her confusion erupting as anger. "It's what you're good at!"
Faith zipped her bag shut and slung it over her shoulder, calming herself before she spoke again. "Thanks for the compliment." She growled, slamming the blonde out of the way and walking out the room.
Buffy watched her go, forcing down the urge to cry, to run after her and tell her... what she wanted to hear.
But she didn't. She knew it was easier this way, that it was what she had to do.
Faith strode towards the bus station trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to overcome her. Fuck her. She'd tried, she'd done everything short of beg, and Faith would never beg. Not even for Buffy.
Still, pain and disgust reared their heads in the way they always had. In uncontrollable anger. She checked her watch and made a detour, deciding that slaying might calm her down.
Searching her bag for a stake, she entered the nearest cemetery ready for a fight, ready to hunt.
She walked quickly, her face giving away no sign of the pain she felt, it all contained in the muscles tense in her arm. She flung her bag to the side and search the grounds, looking for a vampire unlucky enough to stumble across her path.
It didn't take long. It never did. The undead found her, drawn to the heat and sheer energy radiating off her in waves, the pure life that always surrounded her as she focused her anger into the slaying. It was what she was built for, after all.
But she wasn't thinking. As focused as she was, the slaying raised in her the same feelings it always had. Hungry? Yeah. Horny? Hell yeah, and with that came images of Buffy.
Buffy stopped in her tracks as she felt the force of Faith's feeling, directed straight at her. She tried to keep walking home, but it was impossible. She stood for a second, reminding herself of the consequences... but to no avail. Sighing, Buffy turned, unable to leave things as they were.
"Fuck you!" Faith yelled at a hapless vampire, her rage overtaking her as she broke his nose. "Fuck her!" The vampire squirmed underneath her, trying in vain to shield himself from her blows. As he finally passed out from the pain, Faith rammed her stake into his heart, and found herself sinking to the ground. "Fuck her... fuck her..." She sobbed.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned, hoping once more for Buffy...
A fist connected sharply with her chin and she rolled backwards, the force of the blow making her see stars. The vampire grinned, kicking her in the ribs. "You should pay attention, slayer." He grinned as Faith struggled to her feet, only to be kicked back down. Was this it? She was going to die at the... teeth of some anonymous vampire. Weirdly, she didn't care.
"Slayer's blood..." The vampire drooled. "Heard it's good." He crawled on top of her, slightly surprised at her lack of resistance. "You want it, don't you?" He said, almost tenderly. "All slayers do." His fangs lowered to her neck, sinking into her flesh, making her groan somewhere between pain and...
"You've been talking to Spike, haven't you?" Buffy's stake rammed into his back, and he ripped his teeth out of Faith neck as he howled and rolled off her.
"You missed!" He gasped.
"I won't." Faith looked at Buffy once and slammed wood into his heart. She got up and looked at Buffy, before grabbing her bag again and starting to walk.
"Wait!" Buffy said, taking her arm. "What were you trying to do? Suicide by vampire?"
"No!" Faith said. "He took me by surprise, that's all. Look, thanks." She said through gritted teeth. "But I gotta go." She finished, wondering why she still couldn't hate her. She should.
Buffy shook her head. "Not like that." She said, eyeing the wound on Faith's neck. "Come with me."
"It's OK. It's healing already."
Buffy paused, before giving in. "Please?"
Faith slid her key into the lock and was shot a confused look from Buffy.
"I thought you were leaving?"
"Yeah..." Faith shrugged, "but the room was paid up for another week, so I thought I might as well keep it just in case..."
"Right." Buffy followed her in, kicking herself. She hadn't been able to leave it, not like that. She knew it had been the right thing to do, to hurt her like she had... it had been the only way to make sure...
But she had felt so guilty. At least, that was what she wanted to believe was her reason for returning. It would never be more than that.
Faith put her bag down and turned to the other slayer, the look in her eyes still challenging everything Buffy was telling herself. "I'm gonna take a shower." She said. "Stay or go. It's up to you." She walked in to the bathroom, not allowing herself to breathe until she had closed the door. It was up to her now. Buffy's call.
Buffy stood nervously outside the door, a metal fight going on inside her head. She sat down on Faith's bed with her head in her hands, amazed at the contradictory emotions flying around her. It hadn't worked. Even after all she had done to make her hate her, Faith was still giving her a chance, still waiting for her to make her final decision. She hadn't believed at first, that Faith actually loved her, despite all the evidence that she did. She hadn't wanted to believe, it's making what she was trying to do so much harder. Deep down, she had known that it would all came down to her, that the choice was hers to make. God! Why was she here? She knew it could only lead to one thing...
She heard the shower come on, and decided to wait. Maybe she could explain. Not everything, of course, that wouldn't be fair... but neither was this.
No, she should just leave. She got up and headed towards the door, ready to open it when-
"B?" Faith voice called out. "Before you go," How had she known that? "Can you get me some clean clothes? On the shelf above the bed."
Buffy hesitated. Just leave... but surely she should tell her? She kicked off her shoes and got up on the bed, pulling down some clothes and jumping back down. She waked to the bathroom and open the door. "Here. Faith, I'm going to..."
Faith stood under the shower, water running down her pale body, her dark hair back off her face. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as she looked at her, their eyes locked together. Buffy dropped the clothes on the floor and moved slowly towards her, never taking her eyes from Faith's.
Not daring to breathe, Faith watched her come closer, almost seeing her tell herself as she always did, that this was not about love. For the first time, Faith didn't believe her. She wanted her, wanted her more than anything, the desire taking over even the anger she felt at having been used so violently the night before. This would not be the same, she told herself. Not by the look in Buffy's eyes.
The heat from the water was nothing compared to the heat between the slayers as Buffy climbed into the shower, not stopping to remove her clothing, not stopping to think. Without words, their lips met hungrily, passionately, their hands running through each other's hair and over skin. Faith pulled off Buffy clothes, tossing the soaking articles aside until they stood naked, their bodies pressed together at every possible point, hands and fingers roaming over skin, breasts, everything. As years of pent up desire finally erupted, they slid into each other, giving up their bodies to each other's control, and climaxed, each groaning into the other's mouth.
They stayed, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, shaking, crying, unwilling to let the moment end.
Kissing her once, lingering for longer than she should have, Buffy pulled away.
"You're going." Faith said quietly.
"I have to." Buffy got out, grabbing a towel and picking up her clothes, frowning as they dripped water onto the floor.
Faith got out and walked up behind her, her arms wrapping around her waist, sensing indecision. "You don't have to go." She whispered, her lips finding the blonde's neck.
Buffy groaned, her body responding against her will. "You don't understand..." She said, moving into the main room. "I have to."
Faith walked to the bed and lay down, looking at Buffy. "Your clothes are wet." She said.
"So is the bed." Buffy smirked as water rolled off Faith body... Faith's body...
"Yeah. And I'm cold." Faith purred.
"Is that what it is?" She asked, looking at Faith's erect nipples. Maybe it would be all right... just one night, no emotions. Just sex... one last time...
Buffy walked to the bed and lay down, finding herself wrapped in Faith's arms. "This is just-"
Faith shook her head. "Don't say it." She whispered, before kissing her again.
PART 9
(Today)
Maybe I should hate her.
I have never stopped loving Buffy, even now I know there is no hope. But I wanted happiness for her, I loved her enough for that, and I knew Faith was the only way she would find it. And it was all worth it, that I truly believe.
But it hurts. Losing someone always does.
(5 days ago)
Buffy woke to find herself entangled with the other slayer. Without her permission, her arms had wrapped themselves tightly around Faith during the night, their bodies pressed tightly together. She stayed not moving for a few seconds, the only few seconds she would allow herself, before sighing and unwrapping herself gently. Faith grunted in her sleep, an unconscious protest as Buffy moved her warmth away, leaving her once more.
Crawling out of bed, Buffy pulled on her clothes, still damp and cold, and reminding her of the slip she had made last night.
That was what it was. A little slip... Faith rolled onto her back, one arm wrapped around herself and one flung over her head, tangling itself in her hair. Buffy felt herself going weak at the knees once more.
God, she had to get out of here. Get out before it was too late.
With one last glance at Faith, she turned and left the room.
Faith was disappointed, yes, but not entirely surprised when she was woken by the phone and found herself alone again. Groggily, she fished her arm over the side of the bed, finding it, dropping it, and cursing. When she managed to pick it up, she heard Cordelia's voice before she had even said hello.
"You alone?" Cordelia asked, her breath held.
Faith sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Apparently." She sighed, determined not to admit she was hurt. "Do you know what time it is?"
"3pm."
"What?" Faith spluttered, almost dropping the phone again. "Shit, must have tired me out more than I thought..."
Silence for a moment. "Buffy?"
"I think so..." Faith murmured, wondering if it had been a dream. "She's gone now, anyway."
"You don't seem that upset."
She shrugged, her hands roaming the sheets and finding no trace of the previous night's heat. "I'm not surprised, I guess. Get some, get gone. I know the drill."
"I'm sure it was more than that." Cordelia replied gently, half wishing it wasn't and hating herself for the thought.
"Maybe." Faith shrugged again and changed the subject. "How goes it in LA?"
She heard Cordelia grunt down the phone. "Same as usual. Mind shattering visions, death, destruction. Angel says hey."
"Did you tell him?"
Cordelia paused. "Yeah."
"He's OK?"
"Fine. I think he kind of wants you guys to get together actually. He trusts you."
Faith smirked. "That's a first."
"Hey!" Cordelia protested. "I trust you. We all do."
"I know." Faith said softly. "Thanks." She got up out of bed and looked down at it. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asked. "I'm going to forget about it. That's it. Fuck it. I don't care."
"Faith..."
"No! I tried." She said firmly, still looking at the bed and seeing Buffy. "I tried so hard, and she's not letting me in. Maybe I was right with the way I was before." She closed her eyes and tried to get the blonde out of her mind. "Who cares?"
"I care." Cordelia said softly.
Faith sighed and opened her eyes again. "I know. I just wish I didn't."
"You can't just stop loving someone because it's wrong." The seer replied, trying to hide her underlying emotions as she comforted her friend. "It's hard. But there's nothing you can do."
Faith nodded, wishing there was something she could do to make this all better. God, what she would give to fall in love with Cordelia. "I love you." She whispered honestly. "You're my best friend."
"Same." Cordelia choked, not knowing if it was the best or worst thing Faith could have said. "Don't do anything stupid, OK?"
Like leaving the people who care about you, almost allowing a vampire to make you into his late night snack, falling for someone who doesn't love you and letting them fuck you both literally and emotionally? "Of course I won't." Faith replied.
"Good. Take care."
"Same to you. Later." She said, hanging up the phone. Faith walked over to her bag, still unpacked from the previous night, and pulled out some clothes. She got dressed and left the room, determined to forget... just for a little while. Without thinking, Faith went for pizza.
In the restaurant, she sat and studied the menu, jumping as the waitress asked her what she wanted.
"Big pizza. Everything... and beer." The waitress looked at her suspiciously for a moment, and was quickly met with a confident smile. "OK?"
She nodded and hurried away, leaving Faith to sit back and watch the other customers. God, normal people. How nice it must be to live in that oblivious comfort, unaware of the danger of a town like this, no idea that the small brunette was one of the few people who could save them from harm. Her food was put down on the table with a smile, and Faith nodded at the girl, picking up a slice of pizza and taking a bite. She thought about Ali, one of those people. normal. However hard their lives got, at least they didn't have to deal with demons on a nightly basis. She would have accepted her though. She was so willing to let Faith into her life, fuck-ups and all.
And so was Cordelia. She never would have believed that they would become so close. They had never connected when she came to Sunnydale, but then, Faith had barely connected with anyone, all her time and thoughts focused on Buffy. Besides, maybe it was because of that that they could start again. She sat back and drank her beer, remembering all the seer had told her. She knew her better than anyone really, having seen and understood the pain she had kept from everyone's eyes. And she loved her for that, for everything.
It could have been so good.
Faith stood up and left a few notes on the table, realising that for the first time in weeks, she was out during the day. She was sick of hiding in shadows, terrified that the scoobies would see her and give Buffy another excuse to push her away.
Of course, she was doing pretty well with the finding of excuses anyway, she thought as she walked out into the evening sun. And that's what they were. Excuses. She wouldn't have been surprised if Buffy had hated her, wanted to kill her, wanted nothing to do with her. But last night... maybe it was stupid, but she had found hope again. The look on the blonde's face as they had... made love? God, this was dumb.
She walked towards the Bronze, in serious need of escape as she thought about her. Maybe she was just imagining things, seeing what she wanted to see.
Striding into the building, Faith went straight to the bar, not even checking to see if the gang were there. Fuck it, what could they do? She let the music pulse through her, and got a drink, remembering who she used to be.
Hours (and much alcohol) later, a hand landed on Faith shoulder.
"Remember me?" An unfamiliar voice asked as she turned round. Faith glanced at her and then her leather pants as the realisation came to her. The woman from the clothes store. "I think you owe me a drink."
Faith shrugged and motioning to the seat next to her, she called over the tender and ordered a couple of beers.
"Haven't seen you around much."
"No." Faith smirked. "I've been kinda busy." She wasn't bad looking, really. A little older than she usually would have gone, but slim, blonde, and... hell, she was getting a little bit drunk. A little. It took a lot of alcohol to get her wasted, she had had lots of experience after all. And then there was that slayer thing...
"Want to dance?"
Yes, but not with you. "Sure." It's not like Buffy was offering. It's not like Buffy was even there, actually. Faith got up and followed her to the floor, grateful that she could hold the drink. Wonder if Buffy can?... no! No Buffy!
Music... the beat got her, it always did, and soon she was moving and forgetting to think. The woman's hands were on her, but she barely registered them, focusing instead on losing herself completely.
And she did.
For a while.
But there was always that connection, so much stronger with the force of her emotions for the other girl, and when Buffy finally made an appearance, her eyes burned into Faith and made her stop abruptly and find her.
Faith followed the blonde as quickly as she could, as she stormed out of the door. "B!" She called, not really expecting her to stop. But she did.
"Who was that?!" Buffy yelled, turning around to face her.
"Who?... oh... no one."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "No one. Yeah, that's why she was all over you."
"It happens." Faith scowled, remembering what had happened the previous night. "Get some, get gone, right B? I'm not the only one who plays by that rule."
"That was different!" Buffy exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.
"How? And by the way, what the fuck right do you have to be jealous?" Faith asked her, her anger rising. "You don't want me, why shouldn't someone else have the pleasure?"
Buffy glared at her. "Fine! Go fuck her, if that's what you want."
"You know what I want!" Faith yelled back at her. "Why are you trying to make me hate you?!"
"Because I can't!" Buffy exclaimed. "I can't hate you!... god..." She shook her head in despair. "I just can't..."
Faith reached out towards her, her anger giving as she watched the blonde struggle with her tears. "It doesn't matter." She whispered. Their lips were on each others almost before she had got the words out, kissing with all the fire that was always between them.
"Don't." Buffy said, pushing her away after a second and looking up at her with panic in her eyes. "I can't control myself. Don't you understand? I can't stop." She pushed Faith out of the way and started running, leaving Faith growling in frustration.
Buffy got as far away as she could before stopping to wipe her tears away. She could feel herself breaking a little more with every look Faith gave her, every word penetrating her defences even further. She felt so close, even now, even as she had run from her that morning. The brunette was constantly in her mind, and the excuses for her being there were getting used up far too quickly.
And it scared her. She had used up every ounce of control she had ever had over the other slayer, and she didn't know what else to do. It was so close to the end, she could feel it every time she looked at her. She had fought her feelings for so long, and now, feeling weak and tired, all she could think about was curling up in Faith's arms. Like she had the night before...
And it had felt so right, so much more right than she wanted.
More right than anything had ever felt before.
Faith walked for miles around the town, attempting to clear her head. She tried to avoid cemeteries, knowing that the fire that burned in her would only be heightened by slaying, but eventually, her instincts took over and she went anyway.
She was angry, as the vampires soon found out. Angry at Buffy, angry at herself. She had seen something in Buffy's eyes, trying to hide behind her defiance and her fear was... love? She rammed a stake into the vampire and laughed. Love? God, she wanted it so much... wanted it that she imagined she saw it. Surely that was all it was.
But something...
Hope is a stupid thing. As the sun rose in the sky, Faith went underground, her lust for the slay not yet quiet. She stalked and fought and killed, focusing on the vampires. She felt in control again, her confidence boosted by her skill.
God, she was sick of it all. Chasing, running, fear. She wanted it all to end more than anything... but she knew it never would. It was always one more chance, one more try. She slammed her stake into a vampire and checked her watch. "All or nothing." She muttered, climbing out into the daylight.
Buffy stood outside the magic shop, not really listening to Xander and Willow. Her mind was elsewhere. Duh. Like it hadn't been for the last week? The Faith situation hung over her like a cloud, blurring everything around her. Why couldn't she get her out of her mind? Why did she miss her, think of her awake and asleep, wish for her arms around her when she-
"Well?" Xander asked her.
Buffy looked at him in confusion. "Huh?"
"Tonight? Bronze, just the old gang?"
"You've been kind of... not around so much." Willow said slowly. "We thought it might be nice if... if..." She broke off, staring past Buffy shoulder, her jaw falling somewhere near her shoes.
"What?" The slayer turned. her mouth doing a fine impression of her friend's.
Faith didn't so much walk, but stride towards her, the sun glinting off her skin in a way Buffy didn't remember ever seeing before. It had been a while, after all, since they had stepped out of the shadows. She could see the look of absolute determination on her face, even from the end of the road. She cursed herself as she felt her heart beat faster, leaping for joy at the sight of the slayer.
This was not how it was going to be...
Faith's arms swung by her sides, her eyes not even seeing Willow or Xander as she came forward.
God, she was beautiful.
Her boots hit concrete in a steady march, her concentration not wavering for a second as Buffy gazed towards her.
She wanted to cry as she watched, her final defences breaking.
Faith's breathing was almost non-existent, betraying the only trace of the fear she held that Buffy would push her away once more. Last chance. She didn't stop walking until their bodies met and her hands reached towards her face.
This was what was meant to happen.
Then nothing.
Nothing but their lips on each other's lips, their tongues in each other's mouths, their hands in each other's hair.
There in the sunlight, on a busy street, the final decision was made.
It was only them.
They hardly even heard Xander and Willow.
"Gaaaaa...." Xander gulped as he watched Buffy kissing the girl he hadn't even know was out of jail.
Willow nodded, her eyes wide. "Gaaaaa is right." She murmured before grabbing Buffy by the arm. "What are you doing?!" She shrieked. "This is wrong! I'm gonna-"
"Will." Buffy shook her head, leaving Faith's gaze for a brief second. "Don't." She looked back at the slayer and smiled slightly. "I'm in love." She whispered. "I'm sorry I-"
Faith just smiled at her, and kissed her again.
PART 10
Dedication: For Sway, an inspiration in writing, drinking, and a whole lot else. ; )
(Today)
We all make mistakes. It's what we do afterwards that counts.
Faith never stopped trying. The determination she had always possessed was for the first time focused on repairing the damaged she had done, instead of causing it. But it's not easy. Forgiving ourselves can be can be the hardest thing to do, and when we're not allowed to forget our mistakes, it becomes nearly impossible.
But we try, what else can we do?
(4 days ago)
Somewhere in the back of Buffy's mind, she registered the scooby gang's open mouthed stares. Reluctantly pulling away from Faith's embrace, she turned and saw them all at the window, as Xander and Willow seemed to have backed away into the shop and collected the gang.
She looked at Faith, who had followed her gaze and now had a look on her face that indicated that she was about to bolt. Buffy took her hand and smiled softly. "You want to get this over with?"
Not really. "I guess." Faith murmured, shrugging. It had to happen eventually, after all.
The gang retreated from the window and back to their seats as the two slayers walked in, hand in hand with an unmistakable glow about them. Giles watched them, blushing slightly. "You're... um..."
"In love." Buffy stated for the second time that morning. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" She glared.
"No." Anya said, not really caring all that much. "Orgasms are good. Well done."
Spike just grunted and grabbed his blanket, shooting Buffy a hurt look as he ran out of the shop.
Ignoring the vampire's exit, Willow started ranting again. "Well I have a problem with it!" She exclaimed. "You're in love?! Have you forgotten that she's a psychotic-"
"Murderer?!" Xander finished, glaring at Faith. Glaring that is, until Faith met his eye and he decided looking at the floor was a better idea.
Buffy glanced around the room sadly, her eyes finally resting on Dawn, who was sitting at the back of the shop. She walked over and crouched in front of her. "She won't hurt you." She said softly. "I trust her."
Dawn just looked at the wall and refused to make eye contact with her sister, flinching as Buffy's hand reached out to stroke her hair. Sighing, Buffy turned back to her friends. "She's sorry."
"Why doesn't she say that?" Tara asked quietly, as all eyes turned to Faith, who felt her mouth go dry.
"I am." She choked out, before clearing her throat. "I'm sorry. I wish-"
"It doesn't matter!" Willow shouted. "You hurt us all. You tried to KILL us!"
Tara stood and put her hand on her lover's arm. "Willow..."
"No!" She continued, turning to her best friend. "I'm sorry, Buffy. But no."
Faith watched them all arguing, shutting out their cries of disapproval. She knew they didn't want to hear what she had to say, that it would only make it worse. This had to happen. She watched Buffy through the murmur of voices, marvelling as the room blurred around her, until only the blonde was left in focus, the only light in the darkness.
It was the way she moved, graceful and confident, like a mirror of Faith's own body. She had thought it was a slayer thing. But no, it was just Buffy.
And then their eyes met, through the blur, through the noise. Their eyes met and it was only them, giving each other everything they needed.
A smile grew on Buffy's lips, despite the situation, despite the awkwardness and disapproval. For an instant, everything was perfect, and she knew she had made the right decision.
"Are you even listening?" Xander asked, stepping in front of her and blocking Faith from her view.
"Yes." Buffy lied. "And I understand. I wish things were different." She looked at them all. "But they're not. This is how it is." She stepped around Xander and walked back towards Faith, who's smile played on her lips as she watched her walk towards her. "I love you all." Buffy said, looking around the room. "ALL." She repeated, looking at Faith again.
"I think-" Xander started, only to be cut off by Giles.
"I think we should take a break." He said firmly. "This is a difficult situation, and it needs to be considered carefully."
Buffy threw him a grateful look, despite not seeing what had to be considered. Giles looked away and began to rearrange books, signalling that the discussion was over. Buffy gave her friends one last pleading look, and dragged Faith out of the shop, letting them make up their minds like she had made up her own.
Faith let out a sigh of relief as Buffy pulled her out of the shop and back into the sunlight. She marched down the street with Buffy, still loving the feel of the blonde's hand grasping her own. It wasn't until they had made it to the end, that her mind kicked in and she wondered where they were going.
"Uh, B?" She said, tugging her hand and pulling them to a halt. "Where are we going?"
Buffy turned to her with a pained expression on her face, an expression that melted into a smile as she was met with the dark, concerned eyes of the other slayer. "Yours." She said firmly.
"What, now?" Faith asked her, a little surprised. "Maybe you should go sort things out with-"
Buffy leaned in and kissed her gently, quieting her protests. "I don't want to waste any more time." She said softly. "I want you. Only you."
Faith sighed and shook her head, knowing that the blonde would regret not making amends later. Kicking herself, she choked out what she hoped was the right thing to say. "It'll be easier if you go talk to them now, B. I'll still be here when you get back."
"I want-"
"B..." Faith grinned, planting a soft kiss on her lips and wondering how she managed to have any will power at all. "Meet me at the Sun at 6, 'K?"
Reluctantly, Buffy nodded and watched the brunette drag herself away, her leather clad ass finally hitting its confident swing in the morning light. Buffy growled to herself and turned back to the magic shop.
The gang looked at Buffy with a mixture of surprise and anger as she walked back in the door and closed it softly behind her. She had been in this situation before, when Angel had come back from Hell and Xander had caught them together. But this was different. She had felt guilty back then, and now? Now she knew that what she was doing was right.
But they didn't know that. They couldn't.
Xander glanced up at her as she moved to take a seat next to her friends, who had their noses buried in various books. "Faith busy?" He asked, venom in his voice.
"No." Buffy replied. "I want to help. What's going on?"
"Big nest of vamps just moved in, according to Spike." Xander said. "But then, you'd know that if you'd been here instead of off with your girlfriend."
"Look-" Buffy started, only to be cut off by Xander again.
"No." He said. "You look. Don't you remember the last time you got involved with a killer? Do you even remember Miss Calendar?"
Buffy glanced at Giles, who had moved away from the group and was looking everywhere but at his slayer. "That's not fair..." Buffy said. "I wouldn't put you in danger. You don't understand-"
"You're right. I don't." Xander slammed his book shut and got up. "If you have time, you might want to check this nest out. Looks like they're getting ready for a major spree."
"I will." Buffy said softly. "Of course I will." Xander snorted at her and grabbed his girlfriend by the hand.
"Come on."
Anya nodded and glared at Buffy. "You've upset him now." She snapped and turned back to her boyfriend. "I'll make it better." She said as they left the shop.
Buffy stared after them with a look of despair and turned to Willow. "Faith can help too." She tried.
"Not while I'm there."
"Will-"
Willow shot her a look filled with hurt. "Not again." She said, shaking her head. "Not now. Not ever."
Buffy sat helplessly as she watched her best friend get up and walk to the door, Tara following her after giving Buffy a slightly sympathetic glance. "I'll see you later."
"Wait!" Dawn called, rushing over to the witches. "I wanna stay with you."
Willow turned to Buffy, raising her eyes questioningly. Sighing, the slayer nodded. "OK. I'll pick you up-" She called after her sister as they left the shop and slammed the door. "... Tomorrow." Buffy shook her head sadly and stood. Wandering towards Giles, she breathed out a sigh and leaned on the shop counter. "Do you think they'll ever get it?" She murmured.
Giles turned towards her, his face a blank slate. "No." He said softly. "I don't think we will."
Buffy winced at the inclusion of himself in the statement, "I've made a decision, Giles. I can't go back on it." She said, wishing there was some way she could explain everything that had happened. "Even if I wanted to." She added.
"That's up to you." Her watcher nodded, turning back to his books. "But don't expect us to understand, Buffy."
Of course you can't. Buffy sighed and walked to the back room, deciding to train until she was able to meet Faith.
Despite all the tension, Faith step was unusually light as she made her way out of the motel room that evening. Everything seemed to be going to plan, everything seemed right for the first time in a long time. She tried not to let her doubts in, that Buffy would choose her friends above her, or that something unexpected would tear them apart. Live in the damn moment.
Her heart was beating faster and faster as she approached the cinema, the same one she had shot an arrow from all that time ago. Still came down to the same reason. Still came down to Buffy.
She felt Buffy's presence ring in her soul as she walked closer, her stomach leaping and her heart punching her chest. Anticipation burned its way through her veins as she caught sight of the other slayer, standing waiting for her under the overhanging roof of the cinema.
Too soon, and not soon enough, Faith walked up to her and grinned. Before she could make a comment on the blonde's earliness, she found her mouth invaded roughly by the other slayer, her arms suddenly wrapped around her neck. Buffy's tongue slid against her own, growling somewhere deep within her throat.
"We're gonna see a movie?" Buffy pouted, unsure whether she could wait that long, the training she had done that day leaving her in a state of unresolved tension. But it wasn't just that. Her eyes trailed over the leather clad form of the brunette slayer. No... it wasn't just that.
Faith grinned at her through her shallow breathing, feeling the heat radiating off the blonde and turning her legs to slush. But she resisted, wanting to do this right. "Well... I've never been on a date... thought it might be nice." She said sheepishly.
Buffy grinned back at her, putting a leash on her raging hormones with difficulty. "'K." She said, kissing her again briefly and taking her hand. "Does this mean you're paying?"
Faith rolled her eyes. "Sure, B." She replied, pulling Buffy into the cinema and joining the queue, "How'd it go at the shop?"
Buffy sighed. "Fine. Whatever. I've got to go check out a nest though."
"Cool." Faith shrugged. "Movie, slay, mi-" She stopped herself and blushed. Maybe she shouldn't push it.
"Yours." Buffy grinned, slinking closer to her. "Definitely yours."
About an hour into the movie, Faith had started to think Buffy had had the right idea. To be honest, she wasn't even watching it, instead finding her eyes drawn to the blonde's chest rising and falling in the dim silver light. Dark, warm, quiet, the room wrapped around her and took her in its arms, and she found herself inching closer and closer to Buffy.
Nervous. Why was she nervous? The sound of Buffy's breathing was the only noise Faith could make out in the room, above the sound of the voices from the film, or the giggling from the teenagers around them. It was all just Buffy.
Buffy could feel her eyes burning into her, her whole body tingling at the feel of the other slayer's closeness. Then suddenly she felt Faith's breath soft on her skin, tickling her neck and sending shivers shooting up her spine. She moaned slightly as she felt Faith's lips brush against her, closing her eyes as every nerve in her body latched onto the feeling of the warmth on her skin.
Faith's lips touched the blonde slayer's neck, drawing a gasp from deep within her throat, gasp that grew to a groan as Faith's fingers touched her leg, trailing up her thigh and resting on her stomach. Buffy let out a moan as Faith's teeth nipped gently at her burning skin, and she wished for the third time that day that they weren't in a public place. Both struggling to control their breathing, their lips found each other in the darkness, meeting more hesitantly than they ever had before. Faith's tongue glided slowly into Buffy's mouth, massaging her softly, her arousal growing as Buffy groaned against her. As the heat between them grew, Buffy's hands tangled themselves in Faith's hair, pulling her closer towards her, their kiss increasingly passionate and-
They stopped as they heard a loud cough behind them, and turned to meet the eyes of a man glaring at them. Faith growled at him, making him slide back in his seat slightly. She felt a tug at her arm and met the gaze of the blonde, who was grinning sheepishly. "You wanna get out of here?"
Faith didn't need to be asked twice.
Barely making it out of the cinema before their lips meet again, Buffy found herself pushed up against the other slayer, breathless with desire as the brunette's hands caressed her skin. Only to lose that feeling as Faith stepped back from her.
"What?" Buffy gasped, for the first time feeling the pang of fear that Faith's feelings towards her had changed.
Faith grinned at her. "B, unless you want to piss the Scoobs off even more, I believe we have slaying to do?"
Buffy groaned. "Yeah... forgot." She took Faith by the hand. "Wanna get this done quick?"
"Quick as possible." Faith agreed, pushing her lips against Buffy's once more, desire shooting through her at the promise of what was to come.
Their fingers linked together, the two slayers went to kick some ass.
"12." Buffy said, poking her head round the door of the crypt.
Faith stood for a moment, wondering whether her instincts could be controlled. 12 against 2...
Their eyes met as a grin grew on both the slayers' faces.
"I'm not gonna die tonight." Buffy said, whipping out a stake.
Faith shrugged, a little surprised by the blonde's willingness. "I don't have plans to either."
"We're safe." Buffy said. "Trust me."
Grinning, Faith nodded at her, at that moment giving Buffy her heart completely. She took out a stake and licked her lips, busting the door with a smash.
The vampires didn't know what had hit them. Dust flew about the room as the slayers thudded their stake into them, synchronised, side by side, in harmony.
Kicking apart a chair, Faith laughed out loud. "Wood?!" She smirked, slamming a chair leg into the vampire's heart. "Wooden furniture?!" She heard Buffy giggle from the other side of the room. "Stupid fuckin' vampires..."
In minutes they were alone, efficiently completing their slayer duties and panting heavily. As soon as they realised, Buffy pounced on Faith. "Yours now?" Buffy grinned.
They were kissing before they were even in the door. Jackets were discarded as they moved together towards the bed that welcomed them with open arms. It had seen them before, that was true, but this was different. All different, and all the same.
Kicking of her boots, Faith watched as Buffy did the same and lay down on the bed, reaching for Faith and pulling her towards her with an urgency that had been a fixture in their few times together. She slid on top of the blonde slayer, her lips caressing Buffy's, softly, slowly, determined to make this time different. Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths as their hands tangled through hair and over and faces and necks, brushing away everything until only one moment was left in their minds.
Now.
Slowly, Faith's hands trailed over Buffy's body, sliding her top above her breasts as the blonde raised slightly, allowing the garment to be removed and her bra unclipped. The brunette's lips landed soft kisses on her skin, flowing down her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts. Faith's tongue wrapped around an erect nipple, drawing gasps once more from her throat as her teeth grazed over it lightly. She grinned as she felt Buffy's hand reach for her own top, pulling over her head and whining slightly at the brief loss of contact. But it was brief. Faith lips fastened tightly around her again, groaning as her own bra was unclasped and her nipples found quickly by Buffy's fingers, hardening under the blonde's touch.
Faith unzipped her lover's pants and slid them down slowly, her breathing quickening as Buffy thrust her hips gently, signalling her desire. Removing Buffy's clothing, Faith sat up and undid her own buttons, pulling her leathers roughly down past her hips and shrugging them off as Buffy watched her with fire in her eyes. Naked, they pressed together, their legs entwined and their hands roaming frantically over each other's skin. Passionately they kissed again, their hands slipping together between their bodies and finding each other's centres smoothly.
Buffy ran a hand over Faith's back as she gasped out into the room, their fingers sliding deeply inside one another with ease. Sucking on her tongue with increasing force, she thrust against Faith's hand, her desire heightened by the feeling of the brunette doing the same. Thumbs circling, fingers thrusting, they breathed heavily against each other's mouths joined together in more ways than one.
Almost too soon, they felt each other's oncoming orgasms and stopped kissing for want of oxygen. "Faith..." Buffy gasped as she tightened around her fingers, a question in her voice.
"Yeah..." Faith whispered with difficulty, her breathing ragged as Buffy pushed her towards the edge.
"It was all... god... worth it..." Buffy gasped, her hips starting to buck and feeling the brunette's do the same.
Faith nodded, closing her eyes tightly as Buffy's body tightened, propelling her faster towards oblivion.
Buffy tensed briefly before her orgasm took her, gasping Faith's name into the dark. She thrust her fingers hard into Faith again, bringing her with her. "I... love you." She breathed as Faith joined her, climaxing against her hand and meeting her lips again.
They kissed deeply for a moment, before withdrawing their hands and staring at each other. "I think I always did." Buffy said softly.
Faith slid against Buffy, wrapping her arms around the blonde slayer and nodded. "I love you too."
They stayed like that for a while, their hearts beating in time, enveloped in each other's arms, before Faith spoke again, slightly embarrassed. "I wanted to do this right." She muttered, kicking herself for forgetting. "I even bought champagne." Buffy grinned at her. "Get it." She said. "We've got all night."
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