“This is really good, B,” Faith smiled, after finishing her yogurt. Buffy had suggested that they return to her home after a hard night of slaying, and Faith hadn’t been able to turn down the offer. “Thanks.”
Buffy grinned: “Hits the spot, doesn’t it?” The blonde slayer licked her spoon, unaware of the reaction the movement caused in the brunette. Faith felt her stomach tighten as desire gripped her; not only was she ready to explode because of the heated patrol, but she was additionally attracted to the girl who shared her destiny. Buffy sighed and adjusted her position. Faith ducked her eyes away so she couldn’t stare at any flesh her low-cut tank top would reveal to her hungry eyes.
Faith was in agony.
Buffy set her bowl down and stretched her arms over her head. “Now, sleep would be—” She stopped talking when she saw Faith had been staring; the dark slayer had spotted a tiny speck of yogurt on Buffy’s plump lower lip, and she was entirely fixated on it. “Faith?”
Faith licked her lips before she could control herself, imaging her tongue doing that to the speck of white cream. Her instincts took over. She reached out to brush a finger lightly across her lip to remove it. The blonde gasped and blushed; both slayers’ eyes darkened. Faith, after she regained control of her breathing, pulled back and managed to utter: “There was a little on your lip, B.”
Their eyes met again. Faith scolded herself silently for getting so attached so quickly—she never got attached, it was her rule. Yet, there she was, wishing that Buffy would return her feelings.
The blonde turned away, but when she turned back, Faith received the unexpected: a kiss.
Buffy launched herself gracefully across her double bed, planting her lips upon Faith’s. Faith gasped in surprise, almost too shocked to return the embrace. After managing to remind herself to be careful, she returned the gesture, moving her lips to the tempo Buffy’s had set. She didn’t want to push Buffy out of her comfort zone, even though her desire was too much to be sated by a simple kiss.
She sighed into the slayer’s mouth.
Since when did Faith care about comfort in sexual pursuits?
Their tongues met hesitantly. Faith was very hesitant, despite her nature.
When Buffy pulled back, she was grinning—silently telling Faith she had nothing to worry about.
Faith couldn’t help but grin back, her chest heaving for much-needed oxygen.
“Girls?”
Faith turned her head towards the door and smiled more politely. “Hey, Mrs. Summers.”
“Hi, Faith.”
“Mom,” Buffy inquired, the silly grin hidden. “You going to bed?”
Joyce nodded from her position in the doorway. “Yes. I have to open the gallery early tomorrow. Are you and Faith going to be up late?”
“Nah,” Faith replied, turning a little to lift herself off the bed. “I was actually just thinking about leaving. I don’t want to keep B up, it being a school night and—”
“Actually,” Buffy placed a hand on the other slayer’s arm. “Would you mind if Faith crashed here? I mean, it is pretty late and all, and there’s plenty of room.”
Joyce smiled. “Of course. You two have a good night.”
“’Night, Mom.”
Faith turned back to Buffy, eyes wide. The blonde smiled; it was a small expression at first, but when she saw Faith’s shocked eyes, the smile stretched into a grin.
“Wanna have a sleep over?”
~*~
Buffy’s heart was pounding. Every time she glanced at Faith, its speed increased, so she tried to keep the glanced to a minimum—but it was so difficult. She couldn’t believe she kissed her friend. After some reflection, she knew she believed it; she had felt something more for the dark-haired Slayer for quite some time.
It was different than her love for Angel, or her minimal feelings for Scott. This was sweeter, more potent, dangerous and safe at the same time. She wanted to explore all of what she was feeling, but she wasn’t sure Faith was game.
Until that evening. The smile on Faith’s face after they ended the kiss was priceless; she loved how the brunette looked at her, chest heaving, lips swollen from the embrace. She shivered, thinking about how she wanted to go about putting that look back on her face.
She shook her head, trying to find out where this same-sex attraction was coming from, but she couldn’t. It was Faith, and she loved and wanted her. It felt as simple as that.
She looked up again. Faith was staring, and she could feel it. Sure enough, she met her bright eyes tentatively. That made Faith smile.
Buffy smiled back, unable to turn away, no matter how fast her heart was beating inside her petite torso.
Faith stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes, after gaining the blonde’s attention.
Buffy broke into the giggles. As she brought a hand up to cover her laughing mouth, Faith’s face changed back into a smile and she, too, started to laugh. Together, they collapsed forward, shoulders shaking, while their nervous laughter filled the dimly-lit room.
Buffy felt a pillow swipe her across the right side of her head. When she looked up, Faith was holding onto one of her pillows. “Faith!” The blonde pretended to be offended, but she couldn’t wipe the grin away. She picked up a pillow and swatted at Faith, who ducked and managed to knock her onto her side. Buffy righted herself, and lunged at Faith, pinning her to the mattress with her arms.
“Whatcha gonna do, B?” Faith grinned, wriggling under the blonde’s body, creating an incredible amount of friction. Buffy’s eye fluttered shut, but opened when she felt Faith’s hands on her forearms. The contact sent shivers charging through her system.
She shrugged with an easy smile. “Haven’t decided yet. Any ideas?”
“Well, I can think of a couple things.”
“Oh yeah?”
Faith reached up and touched Buffy’s face. Before she could control herself, she was leaning into the touch. The gentle contact betrayed the Slayer’s usual demeanor, and Buffy found herself wondering what other surprises she’d uncover.
“You sure about this?” Faith asked. Buffy wondered where her uncertainty was coming from. This slayer was more sure than any of them, she thought, and this new side of her unsettled her. “I don’t wanna—”
Instead of talking her way through something she wasn’t entirely sure about, Buffy leaned down, bending her elbows to lower her upper body to the form underneath her. The new sensation of breasts against breasts warmed her more than she thought it would, the new tingles sending her senses reeling. She pushed her lips onto Faith’s being more insistent this time, showing her she was ready.
This was one of the few things she felt sure about, and she wasn’t about to let it slide away out of her grasp.
Faith moaned and opened her mouth, granting Buffy access with her tongue. She had been licking at her lips, but when the brunette moaned, she let her tongue slip inside her mouth, exploring the heated space passionately.
Hands grabbed Buffy at her hips and pulled her down. No space between them, she felt better, relishing the feeling of their bodies together.
She moaned when she felt Faith squeezing her weary lower back muscles, before spreading her hands lower and pushing her against her hips.
“Shhh,” Faith whispered. “Don’t wanna wake your mom up.”
“Don’t... care,” she managed to whisper. Faith’s mouth had been near her ear, but it moved down to nibble softly on her neck. “If you keep that up...”
“You don’t want me to stop?”
She shook her head, panting as the hungry mouth moved along her collarbone, while her fingers worked to unzip the sweater Buffy was wearing. “If you stop, I might have to slay you.”
Faith laughed softly, flipping them over. “I like to be on top, B.”
She nodded in reply, feeling better now that someone a little more experienced was in control. “You drive.”
She laughed again, while pushing the sweater off her shoulders, tossing it towards the hamper. Buffy briefly considered covering herself up, out of embarrassment, but when she heard Faith’s sigh of approval, she beamed and worked to help Faith out of her shirt.
Faith was wearing a black bra; it didn’t surprise Buffy. It just seemed like something Faith would wear—always sexy, always dark, always powerful, much like herself. Buffy felt silly and childish in her sports bra, but it didn’t seem to matter.
She felt Faith trace a finger along the elastic on the bottom of the bra. Buffy arched her back, hoping for more than a feather-light connection, but every time she leaned up, Faith backed off.
“Tease.” Faith stuck her tongue out again, in response. Buffy muttered between sighs. “Watch where you stick that thi—” She gasped and stopped talking. Faith had dipped her head and had let her tongue move over the top curves of her breasts that could be seen from underneath the stretchy fabric. “God, Faith!”
Faith slapped a hand over Buffy’s mouth. “Had no idea you’d be this vocal, B.” When Buffy struggled to push her hand off her mouth, Faith shook her head and kept talking: “Promise to be quiet, you’ll just have to, okay?”
“I promise.” She said under the damp hand. When she was released, she smiled. “It’s all your fault, anyway.”
Faith grinned. “Sorta.” She slid down Buffy’s body, and started toyed with the waistband of her pants. When she gasped, out of pleasure and anticipation, Faith stopped, her face expressing a mixture of emotions. “You okay, B?”
“Five by five,” she replied, a grin stretching her mouth. “I want this, Faith.”
“But—”
“I want you.”
“But—”
She smiled and cut the slayer off again. “We’ll work out the details later, okay?”
Faith relaxed. “Okay.”
The brunette reached down and started snapping the buttons of her pants open. One, then another, slowly until she reached the bottom. She pulled the opening wide, exposing a pair of pale pink underwear. Buffy sighed, and when Faith traced over the flower on the front, she jumped.
“Tense?”
“A smidge,” the blonde admitted.
“Buffy?”
Both slayers jumped into a sitting position. Buffy knew her shirt was too far to get to, but Faith was able to grab hers and slide into it before Joyce opened the door. They had hopped up to their feet by then, standing nervously. Buffy glanced at her mother and then Faith. “We were loud?”
“A little. What were you two doing in here?”
“Trying out some new moves Giles showed us,” Buffy covered quickly. “We were working on our fighting technique. She thought—”
Faith cut in: “Her right hook is sloppy. I just wanted to—”
“Help me,” Buffy jumped back in. “We have it fixed now.”
Joyce rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, calling out over her shoulder: “Girls. Please be quiet. We can’t all be beautiful without trying.”
~*~
Buffy watched as Faith shimmied out of her clothes. The show was incredible. She felt heat emanating from her body, she couldn’t help but squirm in her place on the bed. Unsure of what to do next, she remained still, waiting for Faith.
When the brunette closed the gap between them. She gasped unknowingly. Faith’s mouth twitched into an easy smile. “Nervous, still, B?” Her hands began to work at her pants. “I’ll steer you through the curves.”
Buffy shivered each time her skin was brushed with the other slayer’s touches. Faith’s eyes roamed over Buffy’s now-bare body, taking in every inch possible. The blonde asked out of insecurity: “Something wrong?”
“Hell no,” she grinned, dropping down on her knees in front of her, so that her mouth was barely below her breasts. “Absolutely nothing.” When Faith leaned up and kissed her left breast, she shivered; when she opened her mouth and sucked and nipped at her nipple, Buffy almost yelped. Faith smirked. “Control, B?”
“I can’t exactly control myself when you do that.”
Faith grinned, pleased that Buffy was losing control. She continued to tease her by licking and sucking her way down Buffy’s chest and then she settled down on her knees and caressed her thighs. When she placed a kiss on her inner thighs. When she placed a kiss on her inner leg. Buffy put a hand to Faith’s face, bringing her eyes up to meet hers. “I, uh, I’ve never had anyone do that before,” she blushed as she admitted the truth. “So, if it’s too weird, or whatever—” She stopped talking as Faith dove in, starting with a series of soft kisses before using her tongue to lick and suck which her fingers either kneaded her thighs tenderly or held her hips in place so she couldn’t squirm.
Buffy fell back onto the bed with a sigh when Faith began teasing her opening with one finger, sliding it inside and curling it upwards. The blonde slayer didn’t moan, but she wriggled each time Faith combined her mouth’s actions with that of her finger. When the brunette’s mouth moved upwards resting on her very sensitive bundle of nerves, Buffy’s hips flexed up and Faith could feel her vaginal muscles tightened around her finger.
Slowly, Faith’s tongue began to move faster, each stroke came sooner than the one before. Buffy was trying to stay quiet, but she couldn’t keep writhing around on the bed.
Buffy couldn’t keep herself from gasping as she felt a warmth spread through her body. When Faith chuckled in response, the vibrations only pushed her closer to the edge.
Before she lost control, Faith slid another finger into her heat. That addition caused Buffy to bite her lip and whimper. Faith chuckled again, and soon Buffy found herself spiraling into a powerful orgasm—which Faith continued to work her through.
“God,” Buffy croaked, rolling a bit so she could see Faith. “That was amazing.”
“I am to please.”
For some reason, Faith decided to get up; she didn’t believe Buffy would want her around afterwards. But, Buffy clamped a hand over her wrist and tugged. Faith fell next to her on the bed. “Where were you going?”
“I just thought—”
“I didn’t take care of you yet,” Buffy said as she kissed along the brunette’s jaw. At her throat, Faith stifled a groan; the gurgled sounds of her mouth made Buffy smile.
“You don’t have to... B.” Faith struggled to make her voice work.
“But, I want to,” Buffy assured her. Then she bit her swollen lip and met her dark gaze. “I’ve just never done it before, so you’re going to have to be patient with me.”
Faith leaned up on her elbows. “Whatever you’re up for... take as long as you need.”
Buffy nodded and returned to kissing along her neck and shoulders. At her breasts, Buffy discovered sensitive spots along each swell’s underside. Faith grabbed a pillow and put it over her face. Buffy promptly yanked it away. “I want to watch you.”
“Watch me?”
She nodded shyly this time. “I’ve seen your face during patrol... it’s intense. I want to see your face during this.”
Faith meant to say something, but she couldn’t because Buffy returned to her breasts, licking and sucking while her fingers were busy exploring her stomach. Her heart was pounding with each kiss and each touch as she left her comfort zone even further behind to please the dark slayer.
Her hand slipped down through her short, dark curls and found the tiny bundle of nerve endings she was looking for. Her hips jerked as Buffy’s fingers circled gently. While she did this, she kept alternating her mouth over her breasts. Faith started to lift her hips in time with Buffy’s ministrations, creating more friction; but, when Buffy caught on, she backed off a bit.
That only frustrated Faith, so she tried harder, but then, Buffy almost stopped everything she was doing.
Faith whispered hoarsely: “B!”
At Faith’s whining voice, Buffy chuckled, but she didn’t let her tone persuade her to pick the speed up again. She kept her slow pace up, bringing Faith close to an orgasm and then, backing up. Her body was covered in sweat; Buffy’s mouth continued to taste her sweet skin while her fingers moved carefully.
And then, Buffy pushed. She let her touching become more insistent, and when Faith gasped and trembled, she adjusted herself to wrap her body around her, while still working her hand through Faith’s last contractions.
Buffy kissed Faith’s face, her cheek, jaw, forehead, before settled on her lips. She stiffened and moved to pull away, but Buffy refused to let her go. “Stay, please,” her voice was a hoarse whisper.
Her words made Faith wonder about what was going on. She wanted to stay, but she didn’t know if she could. Heartache came with staying, and she didn’t want any of that.
“You want me to stay?”
Buffy nodded, kissing Faith’s shoulder. “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, silly,” she replied. Faith turned from her; she eyes had started watering and she didn’t want the blonde to see how touched she was. “Faith?”
Buffy sat up and reached for her, not understanding what happened. When she saw the few tears staining her glowing face, she immediately wiped at them.
“I’ve, just, never, you know.”
Buffy thought she was catching on. She pulled the comforter up around her as she eased Faith back down. “I know. Let’s have a night of firsts for both of us.”
One more sweet kiss, and then they prepared for sleep to overcome them.
The End!
