"...her line's still busy," Faith says, as she hangs up the phone, "I'm just gonna go over there for a second, and tell her. I'll find out how the conference went, too."
She gives me a lingering kiss, and then breaks the mood by tweaking a nipple. She laughs at the outraged look on my face.
"Be right back," she says.
She was trying to catch Willow before she leaves for her Magick Mixer. Not that they were all going to dance naked in the woods at midnight, but 12a.m. was the scheduled time it started.
Tradition, maybe?
Anyway, the head chef of Terrazza had called earlier, saying he had reserved a special table for us tomorrow evening. He said Valentine's Day had already been booked solid for two weeks, but that he happily pulled some strings for us, and now we had a table for four at eight p.m.
Faith had thanked him and then smiled, amused as she listened further.
"I certainly will, Salvatore, and bella bella to you too."
She hung up and turned to me.
"He says you're 'bella bella', baby, and he sends you a big hug and a big kiss."
I raised an eyebrow at her.
"He thinks I'm beautiful?" I said, surprised. "I didn't think he noticed me much, he could barely take his eyes off of you."
"Nah, baby. He was just lookin' for pointers. He was wonderin' how a chick like me could bag a honey like you."
"Yeah, right." I said.
She grinned.
"So 'bella bella' means beautiful? I thought it meant 'hubba hubba' or something, and I really didn't want to have to hurt the guy."
"Just bella, baby. I think it's said twice for the effect."
"Cool, cus I really like the guy."
Which led me to say:
"So Guy's an old boyfriend, huh?" I asked casually.
Her eyes got wide.
"Faith?" I asked.
"Um...yeah, you could say that...um, did I talk in my sleep or something?"
"I don't think so," I said.
"Oh," she said, confused.
"Faith, don't you remember how you got home this morning?" I asked, surprised.
"Not really," she replied, sheepishly.
But then I saw her expression begin to change. And I could only assume that her mind was racing over last night's events. Each fleeting expression a different glimpse of her night on the town.
Vamps. Guy. Gambling. Drinking. Dancing, and god knows what else...
...and then I saw panic as she pondered the possibilities of what I might know.
I gave her a break.
"Oh-oh. Potty!" I said, and rushed to the bathroom.
I stayed inside the bathroom for about fifteen minutes.
Flushing the toilet and running the water, letting her collect herself and figure out an explanation for me. I wasn't trying to get her into trouble. I just wanted to know what had happened.
I hoped she wouldn't lie to me.
When I got back to the bedroom, I noticed her pile of clothing had been gone through. I noticed because I had placed her clothes on top of the boots, but now the boots were exposed.
I can't believe she'd forgotten a thirty thousand dollar ring and huge wads of cash.
She must have been really drunk. Faith had slipped on some faded Levi's and was pulling on an old gray sweatshirt over her head. She lifted the telephone receiver and dialed a few numbers. She hung up and said to me:
"I've been trying for ten minutes, but her line's still busy. I'm just gonna go over there for a second, and tell her. I'll find out how the conference went, too."
That's when she gave me the really yummy kiss, and then ruined it by tweaking my nipple.
Okay. She needs more time to think.
I confer with the panel of judges...
We'll allow it.
I order us some room service. I already know what Faith wants without having to ask.
One of everything...
...and a diet coke.
I take the opportunity to wrap Faith's Valentine's gifts. I call Willow to give me a heads up for when Faith returns.
"Hello?" Willow answers.
"Hey Will, it's me. I'm wrapping Faith's gifts. Call me when she leaves your room, okay?"
"Um, okay. Ring. Buffy, it's me, Faith left already."
"What??" I panic.
"Yeah, like a minute ago, she's probably almost there."
"Oh my god, Willow, do something!" I exclaim.
I hear the auto locks slide open on the door, and then click as it cracks open.
"FAITH!! Wait!!...uh...um...I need your help with something," I hear Willow yell from outside in the hall...
...and loudly through the earpiece that I hold gingerly away from my head.
Damn, she's got some lungs, I think, blinking.
I hear the door click closed again.
I quickly wrap the two packages and the other various little gifts I brought from Sunnydale. It's our first Valentine's Day together. I want her to remember it. Of course, my biggest gift to her comes later that night. I picture her removing the wrapping from that one, and I frown a little.
I'm going to have to rethink my outfit. I don't want my new dress winding up like my blouse.
I hide all the gifts in one huge pile in the bureau by my side of the bed. I climb back beneath the covers and watch TV.
I hear the door open shortly, and Faith padding back inside with bare feet.
She stands near the bedroom door, head down a little, and raises her arm to run her fingers through her hair.
Her sweatshirt rises to reveal her toned stomach, and the top button left open on her faded Levi's.
My heart misses a beat.
She's so sexy.
And I know that I won't be able to sleep tonight either.
She stands there, looking down at the ground for a moment, and then walks into the room looking at me.
She stops at the side of the bed.
I look at her.
"So you met Guy, huh?" she finally says.
"Yeah, he seems like a nice kid," I say, watching her.
"Um...yeah, he really is...um, so...he told you...um...stuff about us?" she says cautiously.
"Uh-huh," I say.
"He really wasn't a boyfriend though, B," she says hedging.
"No?" I ask.
"Nah...it wasn't all serious like that," she says more confidently.
"No?" I ask again.
"Nope, B." she says, smug now.
"Just some serious fucking action, and many at that?" I assist.
The look on her face says "uh-oh."
"Well, I wouldn't put it like that, exactly," she lies.
"No?" I say.
"No." she says.
"How would you put it?" I ask.
"Um...well..." she hedges, "Okay, maybe it was like that, but I swear it was nuthin' more than that. I mean, for a guy he was pretty good, ya know? Not hairy, all smooth, and he has a great ass and his basket ain't nuthin' to complain about either. And that boy could keep up with me, just goin' and goin' until I was ready to kick his hot ass out-"
"Uh, Faith?" I interrupt.
"Yeah, B?"
"I get it. No need to elaborate, really."
"Oh. Okay," she says, "Sorry."
"So what happened? He said he saw you saving some girl and dusting some vamps."
"Yeah, B. He didn't see me though. Dusting 'em, I mean. But this girl was just gettin' off her shift or something and she was walkin' towards this alley and she wasn't even payin' attention to anything, and she walks right into these five vamps. I mean, even if they hadn't been vamps, you just don't go walkin' into an alley with five guys in there."
She looks at me for confirmation.
"What were you doing there?" I ask.
"Uh...oh...well, I had been trackin 'em for awhile, ya know, but keepin' a safe distance," she lies to me.
Faith never keeps a safe distance. She'll either throw herself right into their path, or she'll lure them somewhere, using herself as bait. Like the first time we saw her at the Bronze.
Or like last night.
"Don't lie, Faith. You lured them into that alley, and you could have gotten yourself killed. Five vamps, Faith? What were you thinking?" I say, upset.
"Well, it would have been fine, B, if that stupid girl hadn't come along. Then I had to worry about her too."
"Faith, what were you doing out anyway?" I finally ask.
"Nuthin', B. I just woke up and felt edgy and stuff. I figured I'd go out for a quick slay is all."
"But then you ran into Guy?" I offer.
"Yeah, right. It was just so wicked cool to see him after all this time. Last we saw each other was Boston, and suddenly here he was in Las Vegas, like standin' all in front of me and stuff. It was crazy, B."
She looks very excited.
"So did you fuck him? You know, for old times sake?" I know she hadn't, but I asked anyway.
"Oh god, B, no," she says quickly, "That's so way done. He's still a hottie and stuff, but we didn't do that. Not that he didn't try, of course, but -"
I raise an eyebrow. Oh?
"-but, ya know, I said no of course, and I told him about you and how happy we were...so, we just went and got something to eat and caught up with each other and stuff," she says in a rush.
Well, I think to myself. He obviously knew we hadn't had sex yet, so it makes me wonder about the "how happy we were" comment.
But of course, I let it go.
"That's it?" I say.
"Pretty much," she says.
Okay. So that leaves out the dancing, and gambling, and strip clubbing parts that Guy told me about.
"How'd you get so drunk?" I ask.
"I guess I wasn't payin' attention to how much I was drinkin' with my meal," she answers.
"What were you eating?"
"Uh...chicken strips and buffalo wings," she blushes.
Uh-huh. Standard strip club fare.
"Okay, okay, we went to Crazy Horse 2, but only cus Guy said that he was so amped up from givin' the lap dances, that he wanted to get some instead. He said it helps him unwind."
"Did it help?" I ask.
"Yeah," she grins, "Fifteen dances later."
And then a thought occurs to me.
"So what were you doing while he was getting dances?"
Silence. Then:
"Nothing."
"Faith, did you get dances?"
"Guy got me a couple," she says, not looking at me.
"A couple?" I ask.
"Okay, six, but never with the same girl, so it's not like it was one continuous friction dance or anything."
"Oh, so six different girls were all over you instead. Great. That makes me feel a lot better. And what do you mean by friction dance? Is there a difference?"
"Uh, no. Not technically. I just use it when I feel the intent is different."
"What? What's the difference?"
"Uh...more contact?" she offers.
"More friction?" I specify.
"Uh...yeah."
"So the intent was not just to tease, but to actually get you off??"
"Not my intent, B," she says quickly, "That's why I didn't stick with one girl, ya know, I broke the momentum."
Another thought occurs to me.
"Is this a topless, or all nude club?"
"Nude," she says quietly.
Okay, now I'm getting pissed. Six different girls were rubbing their body parts all over my girlfriend, with the intent of getting her off!
I begin to come unglued.
Just picturing six separate girls, rubbing and touching my girlfriend, possibly giving her more than I am --never mind that it was my idea, that's not the point-- and my girlfriend enjoying it enough to get six of them.
I must look like I'm gonna snap, cus suddenly Faith is on the bed, on top of me, holding my face in her hands.
"Baby, baby, relax! It was nothing. I don't care about them, I love you. Guy just kept buyin 'em for me. I didn't want to embarrass the girls by saying no."
"I don't believe you, Faith. I think you enjoyed it. I think you enjoyed all SIX. Did you get what you wanted? Did you get six different kinds of pussy in your face? Was it like an all-you-can-eat buffet? Did you get a MINT on your way out??" I shout the last part at her.
She blinks at me.
I was shouting so loud and so close to her face, that I got some spit on it.
"Geez, B, say it don't spray it."
Not a good time to be making a joke.
I close my eyes and say nothing.
I just lay there.
She's still holding my face.
"B?" she says.
Nothing.
"Baby?"
I feel so mad and humiliated.
"Baby, look at me."
I fucked everything up. I had to have sex my way, on my terms, on my special day.
What did I do?
But...
She couldn't wait?
She couldn't wait for me?
I feel a tear slip from my eye and slide down my face...
...and then another.
"Baby, no!" Faith says, and she starts kissing the tears that have spilled onto my cheeks, and down around my neck.
She licks my throat.
I didn't mean to. I certainly didn't plan on it.
But a very audible moan escapes from my lips.
For a split second I feel Faith's tongue freeze. And then her hands are everywhere, and her tongue moves quickly to my mouth.
I am so overcome by a need for her, that I knew this time I wouldn't stop her.
Her tongue is so far in my mouth and moving so forcefully that I literally can't breathe. Another groan escapes but is muffled by her mouth and it makes her crazy. She rips her tongue and lips from mine and moves them to my ear. She licks and sucks my earlobe and grabs both of my breasts and massages them roughly.
She whispers hoarsely into my ear.
"I'm not waiting, Buffy," she says, "I don't care what you say. I'm taking it...now."
And a thrill runs through my entire body.
Thoughts of various girls grinding on Faith, touching her, putting their tits and pussies in her face, makes me feel so horny that I'm almost ashamed.
I'm pissed...but it's turning me on.
In a flash, Faith has my clothes off. I'm naked, breathless, and wet.
Her clothes are still on.
I whimper and tug at her sweatshirt, but she moves away from me and pushes herself between my thighs, spreading my legs with both hands. She gives a small groan and buries her face in my pussy, running her tongue flat along the opening of my slit. I feel her flick my clit before she plunges her tongue deeply into my hole.
I gasp.
Her tongue suddenly feels large and thick, filling me entirely. She moves her tongue in and out of me, varying her pace. Slow and steady, then fast and frantic, going back and forth with her speed. Her tongue feels so soft and firm, steely, yet supple, and I can't believe I've lived this long without it.
Faith's face is buried so far in my pussy, that I can feel her nose bump my pelvic bone and her top teeth bump into my clit. She's using her tongue on me with so much force that I can't even describe the way it makes me feel. The same simple thought keeps running through my head...I can't seem to wrap my brain around anything else:
This feels really good.
Both my hands find their way into her hair and scrunch down onto her scalp, pulling her face hard against my pussy. I can hear her low moan coming from between my thighs.
"Unnnngggghhh..." she moans, tonguing me harder and deeper.
"Oh, baby..." I groan, "Your tongue...oh my god, your tongue..."
I can't even finish my sentence.
My pussy is so wet, and Faith's face is completely covered in it.
I don't know how she can breathe.
She pushes back with her head, breaking the grip I have on it, and suddenly her tongue is gone, leaving me empty and cold, when I feel two fingers slide inside of me and her tongue move up to my clit.
She starts pumping her fingers and licking my clit all at once, and I begin to lose my mind.
If I thought it felt good before, I can't even begin to attempt to describe it now.
I've lost my fucking mind. I can't even remember my name.
But I remember hers, and I say it over and over.
"Oh...Faith...Faith...Faith...oh."
She fucks me even harder; slamming her fingers so deep into me I can feel the knuckles of her hand smack into my pubic bone. Her tongue is smooth and flat, wide against my clit. Her pace is slower there; not as vigorous, giving it time to get used to her pace instead of forcing it to react right away.
But it's already reacting. Her steady rhythm against my clit and her relentless attack with her fingers is beginning to build sensations that want to break above the surface.
I say her name.
"Faith...Faith...Faith..."
She's fucking me so hard I see stars from closing my eyes so tight. Faith loves to hear me say her name during sex, and I always do, but this time I'm not saying it for affect.
It's all I can say. It's all I can feel.
It's all I can think.
"Faith...." I moan, "...Faith..."
Her fingers slow to a less brutal pace, bringing it down by a steady, yet deliriously delicious degree. Her tongue on my clit matches the rhythm perfectly. Her free hand now teases a nipple. The sensation within begins to turn into a tingle.
It vibrates low inside of me, but is steadily rising to the surface; everything about me is alive and alert on my body.
Something is coming, and it virtually sings its arrival. Her tongue stops all movement and pulls away from my clit.
For a brief second I feel alone and confused, but then her tongue is back and my clit begins to throb out its welcome with such joy for its return, that my whole body jerks and joins alongside with its coming.
It's here and it's not stopping.
All my limbs react as a single unit, wrapping themselves around her back and neck, pulling her closer into me, molding my pussy into her face.
I feel like a tip of a wave hitting the surf, roaring, as wave after wave comes crashing down around me...
...deafening me...drowning me...dragging me gently to wash upon the shore.
I realize the roar is me, screaming her name.
"Faith! Oh my god, Faith, fuck me! Fuck me, Faith, oh my god, Faith... I love you!"
I'm not a screamer.
I don't even know where that came from.
But I screamed tonight.
I screamed until my movements were stilled and my soul was spent. I screamed until all shreds of reasoning had left my mind...
...and left me to incoherently repeat the same four words until they came out in a whisper.
"I love you, Faith. I love you. I love you. I love you, Faith, I love you," I sob, "I love you... I love you...I love you."
And my entire being let go, leaving me quietly content...and complete.
"I hadn't figured you for a screamer, B." Faith grins at me while eating a cold french frie.
We are sprawled on the bed, me naked, her fully clothed. Her head is on my lap, looking up at me as I feed her cold french fries. Our room service had arrived and had been left outside our front door, having grown colder by the hour.
Yeah. Hours.
Faith had lavished hours of lascivious lovin' on my small and thoroughly satisfied frame. The woman really is built for sex, Cordelia was right.
And all of this attention was focused and directed at me.
And only me.
She never took her clothes off, and she didn't touch herself either. And every time I tried to touch her, she'd either push my hands away or hold them together in a death grip.
No.
Touching was not allowed.
Unless it was her touching me.
I wasn't even allowed to touch myself.
"No," she'd say. And I'd try again.
"No," she'd repeat, and push my hands away.
It was odd, because Faith always loved it when I touched myself.
Usually it was "spread yourself with your fingers" or "fuck yourself really slow".
But now it was just "No."
I looked at her inquisitively, and she just said:
"Me. My turn. My way."
I guess she was tired of playing by my rules, so she was making a few of her own.
I really didn't argue too much.
She was just too good.
After that one night of complete happiness with Angel, he and I knew we could never have sex again. What we did instead was some heavy petting, usually ending with him going down on me. I never touched him, for fear of going too far and he'd get all evil again. No, instead he would go down on me, and after I left, he'd jerk himself off.
It was the best we could do considering the circumstances.
But even that was different.
Angel did give me pleasure, and I had enjoyed his technique.
But it really didn't --no, couldn't-- compare to Faith's oral skill and the way she threw herself into it.
And she did throw herself into it. Head first.
I'm not sure if it was because I had denied her so long of it, or if it was because Guy was right in saying she really was a dyke at heart.
If she didn't get pussy, she'd get cranky.
And now she had full access without any limitations.
Faith shouldn't be in a bad mood for months, I surmised.
"I'm not," I finally answer her, "So don't get used to it."
She grins at me.
"Right, B," she jokes, "I mighta bought that, if you hadn't screamed the other eight times we did it."
Eight times? Oh.
Well, who's counting?
I smack her on the lips with a cold frie. She smiles at me before opening her mouth and giving head to the thing. I pull the wedge in and out of her mouth as she closes her lips around it.
Her lips...
Oh my god, can I tell you?
I'm seriously considering having her lips and tongue insured at Lloyds of London.
They're such nice lips.
"Hmm," I say, "I have a feeling we haven't heard what real screaming sounds like, what with you being so skittish and all."
I'm referring to the fact I've been a big old pillow queen and haven't touched her yet.
She smiles and chews the frie.
"Nope, B," she says, swallowing, "I'm not really a screamer."
"No?" I ask.
"No, I'm much more of the grunting type," she says with a big grin.
You know, I believe her. I don't think she's kidding at all.
"Well, baby, there's only one way to find out," I say, and bend down to kiss her lips.
She lets me, but then stops my fingers from unbuttoning her pants.
I whimper.
"No," she says, thoroughly enjoying the role reversal.
"Come on," I whimper again.
"No, B. And stop being such a baby. I swear no one would believe me if I told them you acted this way."
Her words sound very familiar.
I pout and she laughs, catching my bottom lip with her teeth.
"Don't you love me?" I say.
"Oh, yeah...." she says, before putting herself between my legs, "...let me show you."
Xander was nowhere to be found.
Willow said she only knew he was okay, because every once in a while she could tell he'd been by the room. The shower would be wet or something else would be missing from the fruit basket.
"I hope he's gettin' some real action with a live girl," Faith says.
"As opposed to some fake action with a dead girl?" I respond.
"Eew," says Willow.
"Sorta," replies Faith, "I mean, the next time we see him, he could be blind and have the hairy palm thing goin'."
The girl sitting with us just blushes and then looks away.
Her name is Tara Maclay and she's a new friend of Willow's.
They met at the Magick Mixer. She's a Wicca, too.
We had just left watching Siegfried and Roy. Faith and I had only gotten three tickets originally, because we hadn't figured on a fourth. But Willow looked so pleadingly at us, with big puppy dog eyes, that Faith went to the counter asking for another ticket.
The only seat they had left for the same price was a single that was nowhere near ours.
Willow kept looking at Faith like she had just heard the saddest news, ever.
And Faith just kept looking back at her like she was the most adorable thing, ever.
"Uh...um..." Faith said, mouth agape and eyes all wide.
"Fuck it," she finally says, and pulls out a wad of cash and plunks it down on the counter.
"Give me four of your two hundred dollar seats."
Wow, I think. I'll have to remember that look.
Willow just squeals and throws her arms around Faith, kissing her neck and cheeks.
"Relax, Red. You're turnin' me on," Faith grumbles.
I raise my eyebrows, amused.
Tara just blushes as Willow takes her hands and jumps up and down.
"Willow...I don't th-think I ca-can accept that," she stammers.
"Aw, gawd...now there's two adorable Wiccas in front of me? I swear I'll be broke before the night is through," Faith says, obviously thinking Tara's stammering is cute.
Tara just blushes.
Willow just beams.
"That's okay, Tara. Faith takes good care of us girls. Doesn't she, Buffy?" Willow says with a twinkle in her eye.
Now it's my turn to blush.
What?
I had to tell my best friend about the incredible stud muffin I had in my bed.
That's what girls do.
The show was great, and Tara kept thanking Faith for the ticket.
"My pleasure, T. If you hadn't decided to join us, we never would have gotten those killer seats."
She's right. The seats were fantastic.
Tara blushes at the new nickname she's acquired. She looks shyly at Faith.
I think she has a little crush.
I'm not worried, but I slip my hand into Faith's anyway. I'm just so proud she's my girlfriend.
We get to Terrazza and we have a repeat performance of the other night. Faith brazenly puts her arm around my waist, strutting past all the bemused onlookers as we steal past them to the front of the line.
Willow looks shocked at Tara and me, but then she falls into the spirit of things, and puts her arm around Tara and struts up behind us. Tara giggles.
The same Maitre d' is there, and he smiles warmly at us.
"Ah, signorina Faith and signorina Buffy. It's so lovely to have you with us again. I see you have two beautiful friends with you. Salvatore will be much pleased to hear of this news," he gushes.
He unfastens the velvet cord, elaborately gesturing us to come inside. He replaces the cord with a click, dismissing the people in line.
Faith grins at me, nodding in Willow and Tara's direction.
Willow has swept Tara inside with a look similar to her resolve face, but with a slight difference. This look gave off the impression that she was used to this kind of treatment, and that Tara had just better get used to it if she planned on spending any time with her.
Faith whispers in my ear, "Last I remembered, Red liked driving stick. Ya think she's changin' transmissions?"
I look over at Wills and Tara.
I just don't know. Willow is acting all giddy around the shy girl. Almost like there is something going on.
"I don't know, baby," I say, "Maybe hanging around us is starting to rub off on her."
"I'd like to rub off on you," she says devilishly.
"No, I would," I say, smiling.
"No, I would."
"I know I would, but what would you?"
"I'd like to rub off on you!" she whispers loudly in my ear.
"Plan on it," I say.
She smiles and gives me a quick kiss.
I love our little games. They're just so us.
We were seated again near the indoor pool. The same table too.
In fact, the Maitre d' even said as much.
"Your table, signorinas."
He seats Tara and Willow, and then waits for Faith to seat me before holding out a chair for her. She smiles gratefully at him. Willow seems visibly upset that she hadn't held Tara's seat for her.
Faith raises another eyebrow at me.
Are Wills and Tara on a date?
I shrug and give a smile.
Salvatore rushes over almost immediately. He had been informed of our arrival, and he brought four long stemmed red roses with him, handing one to each of us.
"Bella, bella. So beautiful, so beautiful." Making all of us blush.
He inquired how our Valentine's Day was going so far, and Faith gestures for him to lean in. She whispers something in his ear, and his eyes go cartoon wide and a large smile appears on his face.
He looks directly at me.
"Ah, signorina Buffy. Si, si. Bene, bene. Signorina Faith. You are an honorary Italian, si? I will call you Valentina, in honor of our country's most famous lover. It is very fitting."
She smiles at his compliment.
I barely have time to respond, when he redirects his gaze at the other two at the table.
His look is expectant.
"Uh...um...No," Willow stammers and Tara blushes.
"No?" he seems disappointed, "Ah well, perhaps later. The night is still young." And he proceeds to tell us what he has planned for our courses.
I sneak a peek at Tara and Wills, and they both seem painfully embarrassed.
I guess they hadn't picked up yet on what was so glaringly obvious to Faith and me.
Faith saves the moment by asking Tara some questions about the conference, and how long she planned on attending.
"I-I...planned on leaving tomorrow...b-b-but Willow asked me t-t-to stay," she gets out.
"Oh definitely," Faith says, "It's not officially over 'til Sunday anyway. You should stay until then. We'll all get together again tomorrow night and paint the town red." She wiggles her eyebrows at Willow, making a pun on her nickname.
Willow looks nervous.
"Don't look so worried, Red. Nothing's gonna bite you. Unless you plan on joinin' B and me tonight," she grins.
I smack her playfully on the arm, "Behave, Faith. We don't want to give Tara the wrong impression of our relationship."
I look at Tara.
"We don't bite," I say seriously.
"B, this is Valentine's Day, not April Fools. Now who's giving her the wrong impression?" she jokes.
Luckily Tara laughs, lightening the mood for all of us.
Willow looks relieved.
"But seriously, T," Faith continues, "We'd love to have you stay. Hang out with us some more, okay?"
Tara nods as she smiles at Faith and Willow.
Willow's face beams with a big grin.
"Yes," I add, "And you should stay in the penthouse with Wills. I'm sure she's very lonely in that big room all by herself."
Faith gives me a "good one, B." look, impressed.
"I already am," says the not-so-shy-anymore-girl, "Willow asked me."
Willow looks a little sheepish and nods her head.
Well.
Okay then.
We finish dinner. It was delicious, and now we're stuffed. Faith looks at me from beneath her eyebrows and rubs her belly.
"Mayday," she says.
I smile and shake my head. She's kidding. She would have had to have eaten six times the amount that she had for dinner.
"Have you guys tried the whirlpool Jacuzzi in the bath?" Willow asks.
"Yes we have, Red," Faith says, stifling a burp.
"Is it nice?" she asks.
"You'd have to ask Buffy. She became pretty friendly with one of the jets. I think she named it, even."
I roll my eyes.
"No, Faith. That was you."
"No, B. You wouldn't let me."
True. She tried, but I said no. That was when I still had the 'no sex' rule.
What was I thinking?
"You'll like it, Will. It's very relaxing," I say.
Willow blushes.
"In a non-sexual way. However, I did see the possibilities," I add.
Faith grins at Tara.
"Yeah, T. Let us know how you like it."
And Tara grins back.
She's loosening up by the minute. I guess five glasses of wine will do that for you.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I need to go spend some time with my girl. I hope you don't mind if we eat and run?" Faith says.
"Not at all," I joke, "Be sure to give her our regards."
She slides her hands across the table and grasps both of mine.
"Signorina Buffy. I am the great Valentina, and I am here to take you to bed." In that accent again.
She lifts both hands and draws them to her lips, kissing them sensuously and looking me in the eyes.
"Come bella, come to my bed."
"Are you sure you don't mean coffin? You're sounding a lot like Dracula," I smile.
She shrugs, unconcerned. In the same horrible accent she says:
"Eh. It is of no matter. Coffin, bed...restaurant table..."
Tara breaks in.
"You guys are great together," she blurts out and then blushes.
We both smile at her.
She's right. We are.
I lean across the table and kiss Faith on the lips.
"Come then, Vlad. We've got some impaling to do."
Yes. I've had some wine, too.
We say our good-byes to the potential Wiccan lovebirds at the elevators.
Their door is a little down the hall from ours. We promise to hook up tomorrow, maybe brunch, but definitely dinner and dancing. It was our last night in Vegas and we wanted to go out with a bang.
Or eight.
But who's counting?
Faith has her hands all over my ass as I try to open the door with the slide key. She's made me drop it a couple of times, which of course, gives her reason to grab my ass even more. During the third time I bend over, her hand strays from my ass and slides to my pussy, my ass crack giving her a nice groove to slide her hand down. I wasn't expecting it --which I know, silly, cus hello, Faith-- so it took me by surprise.
I straighten myself up right into the door handle.
It made a nice dent in my head.
"Oh baby. Are you okay?"
I had dropped to my knees from the unexpected pain. Don't get me wrong, I've felt worse, but it was the element of surprise.
I rub the top of my head. I feel a lump forming. The dent has turned inside out. Faith picks me up and takes the key from my hand, and she carries me through the door.
"Here, B," she says, "Hold this ice packet to your head."
I am sitting on the bathtub ledge with some ice wrapped in a towel.
"I'm gonna go look for a plastic bag before this thing soaks through."
She leaves, closing the door softly behind her.
That's great, Buffy.
Faith wanted to play Casanova, but now she's Florence Nightingale.
I sigh and hang my head between my legs. I groan.
Please, no.
Just when I think things couldn't get worse.
First, a near concussion, and now this.
My period.
I wasn't supposed to start for a few more days, but I guess all that sex today brought it on. God, I'm surprised I didn't start right then and there.
I take off my clothes and clean up.
I'm so depressed. My perfect plan was unraveling before me.
I put on a robe and brush my teeth. I apply moisturizer to my face...
...and what's taking Faith so long, I wonder.
I open the bathroom door, and all the lights are out.
Instead, there is a double line of votive candles leading a path from the door to the bedroom.
I don't care what you say.
She may act tough, but that girl is a hardcore romantic.
Down the path, every few feet, is a tiny candy heart illuminated by the candles on either side.
The first one says "B MINE" with the E scratched out where it should read BE.
The second one says "U SLAY ME".
The third one says "EAT ME". She wrote that one in with ink.
There were about fifty of them. All fifty had the same three messages. When I get closer to the bedroom, the last ten all say "B MINE".
When I get to the bedroom, my breath catches in my throat.
The entire room is glowing from dozens of soft candles.
On the floor. On the dressers. On the walls.
The Italian decor already gave the room an old world feeling, but the glow from the candles made it seem surreal.
Italy during the Renaissance.
I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so lovely.
A fragrance catches my attention, and I walk in, wondering what could be the cause of it.
My eyes widen as I look at hundreds of rose petals strewn across the bed, covering the entire mattress in a blanket of deep red.
I catch a movement from my periphery.
I adjust my eyes to see Faith sitting in the shadows. The chair she's sitting in is large and deep. She looks so small sitting there.
She waits a moment and then rises from the chair. She doesn't look so small anymore.
Her presence fills the room.
And she's changed her clothing to lingerie.
She's wearing a red lace low-cut bra under a long black lace duster, a single button done below her breasts. A long line of stomach is exposed from her ribcage to her navel. Black lace pants ride snugly on her hips, tapering down to her thighs before widening past her knees, ending atop a pair of black strappy heels.
Her make-up is smoky, and her hair is loose and wild about her shoulders.
She looks at me and her mouth curves into a soft smile.
And now I know I have never seen anything quite so lovely.
She approaches me, and I am overcome by her beauty.
"You're so beautiful, Faith," I blurt out.
"No, you are," she smiles.
"No, I mean it, Faith. You're just so beautiful."
And I start to cry.
She rushes over to me and takes me in her arms.
"Baby? Are you okay? Is it your head?"
I'm crying and I can't stop. I'm such an idiot. She planned all of this for me and I'm ruining it.
She planned all of this for me.
"Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt?"
I nod my head.
"Where, baby? Here?" And she touches my head gently.
I shake my head. I point to my heart and sob into her neck.
She smoothes my hair, kissing it.
"Oh, baby. Does it hurt bad, or does it hurt good?"
"Good," I muffle into her neck.
"Baby, I told you. It can't answer you. You need to look at my face when you talk to me," she gently teases.
I sniffle, then raise my head to look at her.
"Aww, sweetheart. Look at you," she says, kissing my eyes, "Is it too much? Don't you like it?" she asks, concerned.
Now I've got her upset.
"No, Faith. It's just so beautiful. You're so beautiful. It just hit me all at once. I can't believe you're with me."
She looks surprised.
"You can't believe I'm with you? Is that your concussion speaking? Buffy, I can't believe that you're with me!"
And she looks at me intently, taking all of me in.
I feel extremely self-conscious.
She looks so drop dead and I look like death warmed over.
My mascara is running, I'm bleeding, and I have a lump on my head.
She's wearing lacy lingerie and I'm in a terry cloth robe.
Yeah, I'm the stuff fantasies are made of.
"Baby, now what's wrong?" she asks, seeing my discomfort.
"Nothing," I mumble.
"Tell me."
"You're so beautiful," I say, glancing at her and then looking back quickly at my robe.
"Aw, baby. This isn't really me. I just thought you'd like it, is all. You know I'd feel much better in my wife beater and leathers."
"No, you'd still be beautiful. But I must admit I feel underdressed for the occasion."
"Actually, B, you're perfect. The less, the better. I'm feelin' a little overdressed right about now," she frowns.
"Let's take it down to a level playing field then," I say, as I drop my robe.
"Now I'm really overdressed," she grins.
"Let's fix that," I say, as I start to undress her.
I begin to remove her clothing slowly. Stopping now and then to admire her curves and to kiss her soft skin.
She's standing there, letting me take my time.
She enjoys being admired. As she should.
She's a looker.
After I remove the last of her clothing, she takes my hand and pulls me gently onto the bed of petals.
"Oow," I say, looking around for what bit me.
"Sorry, B. I left a few stems on the roses. I thought a little bite might be nice amid all the softness."
Texture Girl.
But that does sound kind of interesting. I'm already a walking casualty, so why not?
I push her down onto the flowers, and marvel at the contrast her hair and skin makes against the blood red of the rose petals.
She looks luscious.
I want to eat her.
I press her deeply into the petals and kiss her, her hand pulling my head close to hers.
Those lips.
She lets me play, licking and sucking, biting gently. I move lower and kiss her neck and suck at the hollow on the base of her throat. I continue downward, alternating my kisses with licking and sucking, lips and then tongue, tongue and then lips.
I trail my tongue to her chest, lapping at the hollow on her breastbone, and then I take both of her breasts and bring them together, meeting my tongue in the middle. I caress and suck each nipple.
She groans.
I take her left nipple and hold it with my teeth, running my tongue flat against it in an up and down motion.
She groans louder.
Excited, I press my face hard into her breast, my teeth digging into her flesh as I suck hard on her nipple, my tongue curving around it.
"Umm, Buffy," she moans, digging her fingers into my skull.
I briefly move to her other breast and do the same thing before raising myself quickly to capture her lips with my mouth.
"Uhhh," she gasps, as my sudden movement surprises her. I rip my mouth away from hers and return to her breast and suck on her nipple, my hand stroking and pinching her other one.
I'm not worried about being too rough. As Faith implied before, she likes a little bite to her sex.
I release my mouth and hand from her nipples, and run them roughly down her body as I slide myself down between her legs.
I take both hands and spread her, burying my face in her pussy.
"Oh god...Buffy!" she shouts.
I spread her legs wider, my face in her pussy, licking and breathing her in...
Roses, lotion, and...Faith.
I run my tongue quickly over her clit, agitating and teasing it. I suck roughly on it.
"Fuck," she breathes. I look up and she's pinching her nipple, eyes closed.
It makes me insane.
I slide two fingers inside of her, stroking a few times before quickly putting in another.
"Oh god..." she moans, drawing out both words.
I move up to her nipple and suck hard on it as she pinches the other one.
I fuck her mercilessly.
"Ooh...uh...uh...fuck...Buf...fy." I'm slamming my fingers into her hole and I can feel her open up for me.
I tear my mouth from her breast and lean up to kiss her again, my tongue ramming down her throat, pushing her tongue and sucking on it.
I pull back and whisper huskily:
"Yeah, baby? You like it? Do you like the way I fuck you?"
She groans.
"God, yes...fuck...."
I push myself back down and take her clit into my mouth. I lick now, not sucking. I flatten my tongue and lick her from her ass to her clit. She's soaked. I tongue her pussy and then slide it inside her ass. I push in as far as I can go, then pull it back out.
I do it again...and again...and again.
I'm ass fucking her with my tongue and I can't get enough of it.
"Fuck, baby...you're so nasty," she breathes, as she fingers her clit.
I slide my tongue out and slip in my thumb and fuck her pussy with my index and middle fingers. She's so tight. I look up at her as I fuck both of her holes. She's rubbing her clit fast and hard. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted.
She twitches and I know she's close. I fuck her hard and reach up to play with a nipple.
"Unngghhhh!" And her whole body jerks, her fingers still moving fast on her clit. I remove my fingers from inside of her and push her hand away with my face. I take her swollen clit in my mouth and suck gently, running my tongue up and down, over and over, until she finishes. Her hips jerk a few times, and then she gently pushes my head away, twitching. I lick at the insides of her thighs where she's wet. I suck on it, leaving a hickey.
"Ahhh...um..." she breathes, trying to catch her breath, "You... uh...marking...me?" she huffs out.
"Mmmm-hmm," I murmur, sucking some more, "Is there a problem?"
"No, baby..." she smiles, putting her hand in my hair, "...mark away."
And I do.
"Baby, did the thorns hurt you? You're bleeding," she says.
We're lying next to each other, her head to my toes, side by side on the bed.
I kiss her ankle as she trails her fingers over my hips and thighs.
"I don't think so," I say, kissing a calf.
"Hmm. I guess not, you're not scratched up, but there is some blood on your legs."
She runs her fingers softly over the insides of my thighs looking for damage. She pulls back her hand and looks at it.
Then she looks at me with her mouth open.
She shows me her hand.
Uh-oh.
Her fingers are sticky with blood.
"Uh, oh yeah. I forgot to tell you...baby, I have some bad news," I say, embarrassed.
"Bad news? Fucking, this is Christmas."
And she gets this feral look on her face, which, quite frankly, alarms me.
She sees the expression on my face and then softens her own. But her eyes have a glint and her smile is Cheshire sexy.
She crawls up to me and leans to whisper in my ear.
"I want my Redwings, and you're gonna give 'em to me."
I question her with my eyes, but she just smiles and kisses me all soft and sexy with those lips. She looks at me and slowly lowers herself, kissing my chest, kissing my stomach.
She positions herself between my legs, gives me a smoldering look, and then lowers her head to my pussy.
Aaaaaaaaaaaahh.
Her tongue is lapping at my clit, running it up and down, sucking gently. She takes her hands and spreads me with her fingers. I feel cool air against my clit as she pulls away and then a velvet warmth as she returns. She's gentle at first, almost cautious, but with each flick of her tongue she becomes bolder, more confident, and soon she's sucking at me like her life depended on it.
I hear happy little grunting noises, like a pig rooting for truffles.
The visual suddenly strikes me as hysterically funny and I start to giggle. She's grunting some more and I giggle louder. Soon my body is racked with laughter, but my hand holds her head to my pussy cus it just feels too good.
I don't want her to stop.
Eventually my mirth subsides, and her grunting noises take on a distinguishable erotic quality for me. A new visual appears in my head. The one that's actually happening.
Faith's gorgeous face, covered in my blood, licking my clit and grunting because she's so turned on by it.
A wave of pleasure hits and I raise my knees up, pulling her face closer to my pussy, and I clamp my thighs around her head as I come with astonishing force. I buck my hips and slide my pussy against Faith's mouth and chin, covering her face with my blood and come.
Many breathless moments later, I tap her skull with my fingers as I look down at her.
She raises her head and looks at me, grinning.
Her face is slick with my come, but there is surprisingly little blood. And most of that is on her chin.
"I earned me some Redwings, baby," she grins, "Pin me."
She crawls up me to give me a kiss. I stop her for a second to wipe the blood off of her chin with my fingers. I lean forward to kiss her.
My Bloody Valentine.
"Yes, you did, baby," I smile, "Are these your first pair?"
"Yep. My very first. I've always wanted to, but I was never into the girl enough to go through with it. I'm not a virgin anymore," she grins, "How 'bout you, B? Is this your first?"
"I've never been with a girl before you," I remind her.
"No, not that. I mean with Angel."
Oh.
Yeah, right. Angel.
"Uh, well, not really. I always avoided it."
"Really? I thought he'd be into it, bein' a vamp and all."
"Yeah, well, that's my point, Faith. He wanted to, but I didn't. He'd get this look on his face that would freak me out. I could picture him getting carried away and taking a chunk out of me or something. Like it would become more of a need than a desire. I didn't want to imagine him thinking of me as a Happy Meal instead of his girlfriend."
I remembered how Angel would suck the blood off the little pieces of steak he'd cut up.
It gave me the wiggins.
Faith looks at me, sympathetic.
"Yeah, baby. That would be gross."
I touch her face with my fingers.
"Only with you, baby. No one else." And I smile as she kisses me.
We had ordered room service and were waiting for its arrival.
We had both taken quick showers and were back in the bedroom with our robes on. We had cleared the petals off the bed and off our bodies from areas where they'd stuck to us.
I watch her as she moves to the closet and rummages through her suitcase. I see her slip something into her robe pocket and then she pads back over to me. She climbs up onto the bed and kneels facing me. She composes herself, taking a deep breath, and she looks me in the eyes.
She says:
"Baby. I'm not very good with words, so I hope you can look into my heart when I say this."
I nod.
"Um, well, when I first came to Sunny D, I was lookin' for you. I had heard so much about the infamous Buffy Summers and her gang of friends that I had to come check it out. I had to see for myself why everyone thought of you as the Chosen One, and why I was just the sloppy seconds."
She pauses.
"And I got it. It pissed me off, but I got it. You had friends, a family, and a great Watcher. And you kicked ass too. You didn't take shit from anybody. You were all that and a pastel sweater. So, you know. I wanted to hang out with you. Get to know you better. See what made you so different from me. Pretty soon it did a number on me, and I started to get so jealous about everything you were that I wasn't. That's when we started havin' our problems...but as crazy jealous as I'd get, there was always this other thing right behind it, and it was like shovin' at the jealousy, tryin' to get it to move out of the way so it could step up. It might have been one of our first Slayer dreams that made me see the light, but it all became really clear for me then. That thing naggin' at me was tryin' to tell me about all the things that we did share. And not just the regular kind of sharing either. I'm talkin' about things we share that no one else in the world can share. Our strength, our Calling, our Connection. I don't share that with anyone else, B, and neither do you. We're the Chosen Two. There's no one else in the world at this point in time who can say that."
She pauses again.
"So when I allowed those feelings to step up, all my jealousies got kicked to the curb. It was like they didn't exist. And you know what? Maybe they never really did. Maybe it was the only reason I could understand for why I'd come lookin' for someone I'd never met."
She takes both my hands into hers and she looks me deep in the eyes.
"Buffy, I was lookin' for you before I even came to Sunnydale. Before I was Called, or ever knew you existed. Buffy, I think maybe I've been lookin' for you my whole life, but it was our Slayer Connection that finally led me here."
She takes one hand and reaches into her robe pocket and takes out the velvet box. She opens it up, and the facets on the diamond sparkle and glitter in the candlelight.
She takes my hand and brings it to her heart.
"Buffy...baby? Will you be mine? Because I'm already yours."
