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"Mistress Buffy, you're early." Faith beamed happily, jumping off the bed and standing to attention, "Goodie."
"Yeah, wanted to get here first, make sure we were all set, ya know?" Buffy said dismissively.
"Uh-huh." Faith raised eyebrow, knowing something was up about her top, "You 5 x 5, Mistress B?"
"Huh?" Buffy frowned, as she closed the door behind her, and then quickly added, "Yeah, why?"
"Nothin'." Faith lied, before admitting, "Just wondering if something was on your mind, is all."
Buffy sighed, hating that she could be read so easily, and then closed the distance between them, taking Faith's hands in her own, "You sure you're okay with this? Tonight, I mean?"
"Yes." Faith reassured, squeezing Buffy's hands as she pleaded, "Please, don't wimp out on me now, B. Things were just getting good, and you have no idea how bad I want this."
"Really?" Buffy pushed.
"Really." Faith confirmed, then after a brief pause, reluctantly admitted, "But... if it was a step to far for you, I get it."
"It's not that." Buffy reassured, before admitting, "Well, this is a lot more than just Willow, but I've changed a lot since, you know?"
"You made me your butt bitch, and started bangin' my booty on the daily?" Faith offered with a wicked smirk.
"Yeah, that..." Buffy shot back with a wicked smirk of her own, and somehow without a blush, proving that she really had changed. Then she forced her face into a serious expression, and told her lover, "But the point is, when we started all this, you were very clear it didn't mean anything. That it was just sex. Is that still true? Is that all we are?"
"B?" Faith softly murmured, then after a brief pause just laughed, "God B, how are you so dumb about these things?"
"Meaning?" Buffy pushed with a raised eyebrow.
"Meaning that stuff about it just being about the sex was total bull-shit." Faith explained, cringing a little as she continued, "Okay, this part is going to sound like a line, but ask anyone, and they'll tell ya it's the truth. Including Mistress Willow, BTW. I wouldn't have meant it with anyone else, but obviously, not you, because I was crazy about you from the moment I saw you. I was just too chicken-shit to admit it. Even when we started fooling around, I told myself you were just experimentin', and it was only a matter of time before you went running back to boys. Maybe even your precious Angel. But then, oh fuck, you made me your butt bitch. You gave me exactly what I never knew I needed, and now I can't get enough. So please, don't stop now. It'll kill me. I need you, B... I love you."
"I love you too." Buffy replied without hesitation, pulling Faith in and kissing her softly and sweetly, before forcing herself to pull back and continue the conversation before they got too distracted. Then she continued honestly, "I wasn't expecting too. Not because I didn't want too, or because you were a girl, but I loved Angel. I loved him so much, I didn't see how I could love anyone like I loved him. And to be fair, it is different."
"What, never made tall, dark and handsome your bitch?" Faith grinned, before apologetically adding when she got a look for her trouble, "I'll be quiet now."
"Yeah...." Buffy admitted softly, a wicked smile crossing her face, "He was my equal. Maybe more. The experienced guy, teaching me about sex. And you've done some of that, too. Mmmmmmmmm, but now, I'm the one teaching you about your true self, and that's the way I want it with you. Because with you, I don't want an equal, F..."
"You want a butt bitch?" Faith grinned.
"Hell yeah." Buffy grinned, admitting lustfully as she slid her hands down to Faith's butt and squeezed it, "I wanna own this perfect piece of ass forever. I want to own you! Forever, and always. Mmmmmmmmmm, and more than anything else, that's what I want to solidify tonight. That Faith Lehane is Buffy Summers's butt bitch."
"That's what I want too, Mistress Buffy. More than anything." Faith preened at the words of the other Slayer, and then happily confirmed she felt the same way, "I want you to own me. Mind, body and soul. They're yours already, and you can do whatever you want to them. Mmmmmmmmm, and I can't wait to prove it. And officially become yours."
Faith and Buffy then fell into a deep, passionate kiss, and unlike before, it was far from a quick sign of affection. No, instead, the two Slayers became lost in a making out session, ending up on the bed with naturally Mistress Buffy on top. And as much as she loved being butt fucked and munching cunt, in that moment, Faith would have been content to just spend all night long worshiping her owner's tongue with her own.
Hell, she was even disappointed when she heard a knock on the door, knowing she would have to break the kiss, and answer the door. Part of her even found herself wishing that it would be a vamp that she could wiped the floor with, just to get out some of her frustration. Instead, it was Mistress Willow... and some blonde girl she didn't recognize.
"We're not too late, are we?" Willow asked excitedly.
"Right on time." Faith said flirtatiously, looking the new arrivals up and down, while stepping back and holding onto the door for them to walk through. Then as they did, she asked, "So, who's your friend?"
Which caused the blonde girl to frown, and then explain, "Friend? Oh, were not friends. Actually, I kind of hate you all. But, Willow told me what you have planned, and I just had to be part of it. I think it will be a great way to get my frustrations out on your little group for ruining my fun, taking away my powers, and leaving me in this week, mortal body."
"What a charmer." Buffy said dryly.
Unbothered by the response, the new girl smiled happily, "Thank you."
"I wasn't..." Buffy started, before frowning, "Wait, did you say powers?
When the other blonde nodded, Buffy gave her best friend a look, Willow then apologetically explained, "This is Anya. She's... very opinionated.
