"Fuck me?" Buffy questioned.
Faith stared at the feminine form before her and swallowed hard, shaking her head finally, and looked out the window. Buffy tossed the covers off of her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed feeling the coarse residence hall carpeting under her bare feet. She stood and padded over to the taller girl, dressed only in a thin a-shirt and white cotton bikini briefs. Faith glanced sideways at the girl and mentally noted how hot the night must have been for Buffy to shed her yummy sushi pajamas. The white wife-beater was worn thin from numerous washings and hugged Buffy's boyish waistline. Her small round breasts begged for attention from Faith's mouth, her nipples visibly poking through the material. Jutting hip bones peeked out from atop Buffy's modest underwear and Faith found herself wondering what the rest of Buffy's body tasted like.
Buffy laid a soft, warm hand on Faith's bare shoulder, sending electric bolts through the brunette's body, down to her core. She knew she was wet and Buffy had only kissed her. "Please, Faith," she cooed. "I've missed you. I want this and I know you do too. I certainly haven't been blind to all the sexual innuendoes you've tossed my way in the past." A small smirk crossed Buffy's features remembering Faith's old post-Slayage line, "hungry and horny".
Faith shook her head again and turned away from the blond. "What about the Beefcake?" Buffy grabbed her arm and spun Faith to face her. "Riley is my boyfriend, yes." She gently cupped Faith's chin between her thumb and forefinger. "But Riley couldn't even begin to comprehend what there is between you and me." Buffy raised up on her tiptoes and gently placed a kiss on Faith's contorted and tortured mouth.
Faith felt all resistance melt away in that simple and genuine kiss and wrapped her slender arms around Buffy's torso, giving herself up to the elder Slayer. The two tangoed sensually back to Buffy's bed, acutely aware of the night sky turning to shades of pink and orange.
Buffy gently, but forcibly, pushed the rogue Slayer onto her bed. Buffy slid onto the bed and straddled Faith's muscular body. Faith grinned at the nimble form practically floating above her. "Damn B. I never would have figured you as a top."
Buffy grabbed the bottom of her wife-beater and slowly raised the shirt above her breasts, past her collarbone, and over her shoulders and head, haphazardly tossing the garment across the room. "I'm sure you wouldn't have figured a lot of things about me, Faith."
Faith liked the way Buffy said her name...the way it tripped and tickled across her tongue. Faith looked up and murmured her approval, "No...just dreamed..." Buffy brought her hands up to her own firm, upturned breasts, cupping the small globes in her hands. Faith gaped in awe at this overtly sexual creature, now tweaking and pinching her own nipples and grinding her barely covered sex against Faith's pelvic bone. Faith clutched Buffy's upper thighs and attempted to sit up, but placing her hands on Faith's shoulders, the elder Slayer pinned her flat, again on her back.
Buffy leaned over and yanked Faith's red top awkwardly from her torso, being mindful of her hair, finally revealing supple, heaving cleavage confined beneath a black silken bra. Buffy breathed in the tanned sight beneath her. Tenderly, lovingly, Buffy placed small butterfly-soft kisses on Faith's now exposed collarbone. She licked and nipped at the bare skin beneath her, eliciting small sighs and moans from her confined lover. Buffy easily slid a hand underneath Faith's arched back and with surprising expertise, unfastened and removed the offending garment. Buffy stared hard at the brunette's body with a glazed over look visible in her green speckled hazel eyes. "So beautiful..." she whispered.
Faith cried out when she felt the first contact. Warm, wanting, wet kisses fluttering briefly over her sensitive breasts. Buffy kissed the underside of Faith's breasts and slowly traced a line to her nipples with the tip of her tongue. Faith gasped at the sudden sensation as Buffy's tongue lashed out and captured a nipple between her two lips, rolling it gently between her teeth, her tongue rapidly flicking the jutting jumbled nerves back and forth from within the humid cavern of her open mouth. Faith arched her back even more, holding the blonde's mouth tight against her breast, crying out for more.
Buffy's hands wandered down to the top of Faith's leathers, her candy mouth rotating from one delicate breast to the other. Impatient, Buffy grasped the top of Faith's pants and pulled hard, buttons popping and zipper splitting. Faith knew she should mourn the ruin of her favorite pants, but in that moment, she could only concentrate on Buffy's tongue and swiftly traversing fingers.
Buffy slid down to belly-button level and kissed and licked the bare skin, marveling how at her touch, Faith's stomach tightened to form defined abdominal muscles. She slid lower still, peeling Faith's pants off the slender calves leaving the garment rumpled and inside out at the edge of the bed. Faith's barely there thong followed soon after. A cruel, coy smile formed on Buffy's lips as she drank in the exposed flesh before her. "I'm gonna make you scream, lover," she murmured.
Not wanting to waste anymore precious moonlight, Buffy ran her hand down Faith's stomach one final time before parting Faith's lips with her fingers and sinking two digits deep into the younger Slayer's core. It was all Faith could do to stop herself from screaming. Buffy slowly withdrew her now-coated fingers, feeling Faith's inner walls quickly adjusting to the sudden intrusion. She lazily slid her fingers up and down the rogue Slayer's slit, rubbing Faith's juices over the smooth, shaved skin. Buffy raised her fingers to her own mouth, Faith's intoxicating scent filling the blonde Slayer's nostrils, and she carefully licked her fingers clean. Faith moaned at the sight of this gorgeous creature feasting on her essence. "I knew you were good enough to eat," Buffy smirked.
Faith released a low growl, quickly pouncing on her cocky partner, reversing roles. She pinned the smaller Slayer's delicate wrists above the blonde halo of hair with her right hand while the left roughly fondled Buffy's small bare breasts, rolling the delicate nipples between her fingers. "Let's see who screams first, B," Faith challenged.
Buffy lifted her hips off of the bed, straining for some form of contact. Faith denied her plea and instead reveled at the sight of the frustrated blonde pinned beneath her. "Damn....I did that to Buffy Anne Summers?!" she thought to herself with a smile. It was as though along with her clothing, Buffy's innocence, her righteousness, her unattainability had been stripped away as well. But she remained perfect, if not more so without her characteristically prudish clothing hiding the gentle dip at her waist, jutting hip bones, and heaving cleavage. Faith shook her head suddenly, to bring her back to this moment. The Chosen One began to whimper underneath Faith's grasp, not from physical pain, but rather frustration. "Please, Faith," she started. "No more games."
"Actually, I think it has to be exactly like..." Faith trailed off. "...this." Faith's features clouded over as she finished her sentence and memories flashed of a setting and time when the two Slayers did not keep such intimate company. "Faith...stay with me," Buffy pleaded. There was something in her voice that snapped Faith back yet again, like an anchor tethering her down, away from all the evil and darkness in Faith's twisted past. No matter what pathway Faith had traveled before, she knew she could only follow Buffy's path from this point on. After this night...nothing would be the same...
Faith lowered her head down to Buffy's and softly covered the elder girl's soft, inviting mouth with her own. Buffy moaned into Faith and again attempted to grind herself on Faith's pelvic bone, craving more stimulation. Faith breathed heavily, directly into Buffy's ear, and the smaller girl squirmed and began her own heavy breathing. Buffy groaned as Faith slid the tip of her tongue up her slender neck to her earlobes that received prompt attention from Faith's chewing and nipping mouth.
Faith slid lower down Buffy's body, gently releasing her grip on Buffy's hands. She kissed and licked a trail down Buffy's torso, stopping briefly to stimulate the sensitive nipples, growing hard under Faith's touch, her tongue, her teeth. Faith placed deliberate kisses on Buffy's stomach, down to her hips, licking the bone hard, peeking out above her unflattering underwear. Faith ran her fingers up the outsides of Buffy's thighs and curled them underneath the cotton material, ready to remove the garment. But not just yet.
Buffy breathed in sharply when she felt the sudden heat and moisture as Faith breathed over her covered skin. Faith placed her mouth over Buffy's cotton-clad sex and gently tongued the blonde slayer's clit through the soft material. Buffy groaned at the sensation of the wet material brushing and rubbing against her sensitive skin. Faith continued to flick Buffy's clit back and forth, rolling the nub around, breathing warm wet air onto the covered space until one could no longer differentiate where Faith stopped and Buffy's own wetness began. The blonde began to squirm underneath Faith's wet touch and the younger slayer could sense the frustration and impatience.
