Faith nervously trod the centre of her motel room, chewing aggressively on her thumbnail. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, and her wounded body, bloody and weak, was sore with the savagery of battle. But she felt no pity for herself or pain for her wounds. All she could think of was Buffy.
'Where are you girl?' she said to herself loudly. 'Please don't be dead.'
Suddenly, there was a ferocious banging at the door that made Faith jump in fright. She drew a stake from her weapons belt and hopped in panic from foot to foot, as if the ground beneath her had, in that moment, become like fire.
'Wh..Who is it? She yelled, the fear evident in her voice.
'Buffy' replied a familiar voice, weakly. 'Open the door!'
Faith ran quickly to the door and let Buffy in. Buffy staggered into the room and, before Faith could stop her, fell like a stone to the floor.
'Buffy!' Faith screamed. She ran to the fallen slayer and knelt beside her on the frayed and dirty carpet. Buffy was badly hurt, and moaned in pain as Faith lifted her head off the ground and cradled her in the safety of her arms.
'My god, Buffy! Are you ok?' Faith pleaded. 'What happened out there? Is the battle over? Buffy?' The slayer looked weakly at Faith, and grimaced in pain as she managed a comforting smile for her worried ally.
'The battle's..over. All dead' Buffy whispered, the life in her seemingly fading fast. 'All dead...'
Slowly, she closed her tired eyes and fell into a restless sleep, her weary limbs becoming as limp and useless as a rag doll.
Faith looked down at Buffy and gagged on the sickness in her throat.
'Who's dead Buffy?' she cried. 'Buffy? Where's Angel and Spike? Buffy? Who's dead? Tell me please!'
Faith, once so fearless and brave, could not hold back her emotions a moment longer. As she held Buffy tightly in her arms she opened her heart and wept. She cried like she had never cried before, her emotions suddenly overwhelmed with all the repressed feelings that she had kept secret from Buffy, but that had always been there. Feelings of love, friendship, fear; fear of loss, of death, of losing someone that you never told what you truly felt for them. Feelings of lust, desire, sex...
Faith cried for all of these things and more until her tears were spent of her empty heart. Overcome with emotion and fatigue, she lay down beside Buffy and undressed; and then, as everything went suddenly dark, she wearily pulled a thin blanket over them both and slept until morning.
*
When Buffy woke the following day her body ached all over, and the wounds that she had suffered in battle were sore and painful to touch. Faith lay naked beside her, holding Buffy close in her arms and for a moment Buffy panicked as to why they lay so intimately. She was confused of many things. Unsure as to why she could not help but feel safe and protected in the sanctuary of Faith's embrace, and why she did not move for fear of losing the tenderness she felt from this silent expression of love.
She snuggled closer into the enveloping warmth of Faith's body and was at peace. The moment alarmed Buffy for its intense sensuality was something she had only ever felt with Angel. But lying with Faith felt so right, and she closed her eyes to keep the spell from breaking. Buffy prayed never to wake from this magical moment where everything felt safe and glowing. Her clothes were damp still from the night before, but lying there on the floor, her body pressed tight against that of Faith, Buffy felt nothing but radiant sexual heat.
She looked down upon her young body and noticed that her tight sports vest had become frayed in battle, leaving her right breast exposed, and Faith's hand now lay still upon her naked bosom. Her internal organs stirred excitedly at the proximity of Faith's hand against her naked flesh, and though she lay quietly still, Buffy's chest rose and fell sharply with excitement. Her breathing was ragged and her throat dry, but Buffy felt incredibly horny and felt her tiny pink nipples swell like grapes, straining to be touched.
Buffy lay her head down next to Faith and stared blankly ahead, afraid to move, afraid that Faith might wake up and end the dream. She was shocked by these sensual feelings, as a young woman might when her sexuality confounds her. But her confusion could not restrain the feeling of complete and utter arousal. Buffy wondered what was happening to her? She was so attracted to Faith at that moment that it hurt. Buffy desperately wanted to touch her, to have Faith undress her and make love to her like only another woman can.
Even as she struggled vainly to find the answers she craved, her hand was drawn inexplicably downward like a sensual spider to her erotic core that burned between her thighs. Her fingers traced the toned definition of her belly with measured strokes, caressing and anticipating her sensual flesh, until they nudged at the hem of her jeans. Then, carefully, so as not to disturb Faith, Buffy popped open the button of her jeans and slowly forced the zipper down. She slid her hand into the secret garden of her panties and moaned softly. Her nimble fingers, touching, feeling, and caressing, stirred the warmth between her thighs that became wet and tangible as she gently fingered her desire.
Buffy sighed inarticulately, her bushy mound fired with passionate sex, and she bit her lip so as not to scream as her fingers rolled over her juicy pink clit. Her passions, once dormant, were now intolerable as her hand glided rapidly between her thighs, and Buffy felt the inexplicable rise of passion inside her as she moaned, louder now, her gestures becoming more explicit and unrestrained.
