Fanfiction || One Hundred || "Regret" || Buffy/Faith
Title: One Hundred
Prompt: Regret
Table: Here.
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta: tamswitter
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Word Length: 9,353 words
Summary: Buffy really should have known better than to tease.
004. Regret
Faith was more than aware that Buffy was drunk and that she was probably taking advantage of her, but she was finding it hard to find a reason to care anymore.
First of all, anyone who has the balls to go slaying in a skirt that gives Faith a fantastic view of their ass every time they kick a vamp in the face, should really know better; that was just straight up asking for it. Not only was it pretty fucking obvious what she was trying to do, but she nearly got both of them killed in the process. Buffy couldn’t kick ass properly because she put on these ridiculous heels that had no business being anywhere near a cemetery, and every time she tried to fight Faith would zone out because the “accidental” view she was constantly being given distracted her immensely.
Needless to say, tonight’s patrol wasn’t all that successful in the vamp slaying area. Buffy got two, Faith got one, and then they both had to run for their lives and hide like a bunch of pansies because neither of them seemed to be able to hold their own tonight just because of Buffy’s choice in wardrobe.
Not that it didn’t look good on her; it did. Faith was surprised the damn clothes didn’t melt off of her because of how fucking hot she looked. She had just the right amount of cleavage and just the right amount of leg and it took all of Faith’s willpower to not say fuck it and take her against a gravestone. It sucked though because she had been worked up all day and really needed to slay a half a dozen vamps so she could chill out and that didn’t end up happening; not even close. It made her frustration grow tenfold, so she suggested they hit the Bronze on the way home.
Faith figured it was a win/win anyway: she could probably find someone there that was willing to scratch her itch, but even if she didn’t, there were always booze. It was ridiculously easy to pick the lock on the storage closet where they kept the stuff and they never had anyone watching the door, so to Faith that was more than enough of an invitation to help herself. On another happy note, liquor and Buffy have never mixed well, so it was likely that she’d have to call Willow or Xander for a ride and wouldn’t get the chance to flaunt her ridiculously perky ass in Faith’s face on the walk home. There was only so much a girl could take.
What was really annoying about the whole thing was that Buffy knew exactly what she was doing to her, yet put on this innocent act like she really had no fucking clue what was going on. Faith was pretty positive that Buffy was just a closet-case trying to test the waters with a friend, but she’d be lying if she said that there still wasn’t the slim chance that Buffy could just be messing with her for the sole fact that it was fun; she did seem to get a ridiculous amount of amusement out of Faith’s sexual frustration, now that she thought about. Maybe Buffy just liked the attention and wanted to see how far she could take it before Faith caved and asked her out, just so Buffy could do that annoying little giggle that she does before she reminds her that she’s straight. The problem with that plan though, if Buffy really was that stupid to pull something like that, was that Faith didn’t ask people out - she took what she needed from them for a night and couldn’t give a shit less what happens to them come morning.
Buffy was way in over her head if that was the case, but Faith sucked up the torture and played the role of the good girl. As much as she would love to tap that, it’d probably screw up their friendship, let alone their work relationship. It’s not like new Slayers were popping up every day either; it was just the two of them. Besides, Faith could count the number of friends she had on one finger and she didn’t exactly feel thrilled about reducing that number to zero. Even if said friend was a closet-case that seemed to enjoy making her life a living hell, she was still the only one she got.
Unfortunately, Monday nights seemed to be ugly night at the Bronze and Faith didn’t find anyone that was even close to her standards for a walking dildo. Because to her, that’s what they were; there was no other purpose for them other than using them for their genitalia. Most of the time she couldn’t even remember their names; half of the time she never even bothered to ask. Sex had become so ridiculously routine to her that it was hard for Faith to find any kind of thrill from it anymore. It had become more about inserting tab A into slot B just so she could stop feeling like she wanted to punch everything when she didn’t get in her required nightly kills.
Regardless of that disappointment though, there was still booze. After the regular lecture from Buffy about how stealing is wrong and that them drinking was illegal, Faith walked away in the opposite direction, intent on getting a bottle anyway. Buffy always had to make a show of protesting, maybe so she didn’t feel so guilty when she did finally sneak out back with Faith and help her consume half the bottle. She always ended up back there eventually; sometimes it took five minutes and sometimes it took an hour, but Buffy would always come out and say that she was ‘frustrated’ and that she ‘needed some just to calm down.’
Whatever.
She knew Buffy liked the thrill of being bad, she just won’t admit it because it would ruin her image as a perfect, uptight little goody two shoes. But Faith knew better; sometimes Buffy would allow her to see the real her and she was fun, she loved danger, and they always had a kick ass time together. Faith grew to expect the “we shouldn’t have done that” speech in the morning, so they hardly phased her anymore; that’s just who Buffy was.
Like Faith expected, she was in the alley behind the Bronze for only twenty minutes before Buffy stormed out, probably peeved that she didn’t last as long as she did the last time this happened. “Frustrated?” Faith mocked, to which Buffy replied to with a, “Just shut up, Faith,” before she took the bottle and began drinking.
The first half an hour wasn’t bad; they drank until they knew they each had their limit and then they went back in the club to dance. As usual, Buffy had to remind her at least fifteen times that her hands didn’t belong in bad places. But as the alcohol started to hit her, it took longer and longer each time Faith copped a feel before Buffy would tell her to stop. It didn’t really bother Faith that Buffy was constantly rejecting her because it always sounded like such a ridiculous formality. Why else would she allow Faith’s fingers to brush her panties for even half a second if it wasn’t? Buffy wanted it; she was just scared to ask for it.
However, Faith was pretty sure today wasn’t going to be the day Buffy up and decided that she wanted to get to third base with her, so she barely paid attention to her after the dancing. It was always fun doing the teasing thing with Buffy - mainly because the blonde always let her go a little bit farther with it each time - but too much of it and she’s liable to implode. Besides, usually by now Buffy was stumbling all over herself; she was a messy drunk. Which, to be fair she still kind of was - stumbling, that is - but usually she would take this moment to tell Faith that she was going to call up Willow to take her home. Tonight, she didn’t. Tonight, Buffy was acting really fucking weird.
It all started when some guy asked to buy Faith a drink, thinking she was of legal age for whatever fucked up reason. He wasn’t attractive in the slightest and she couldn’t be caught in the club with a drink in her hand, so Faith was going to tell him to piss off anyway. But before she could, Buffy fucking popped in from out on nowhere, put her arms around her waist protectively and gave the guy a wicked dirty look before telling him to “get away from her girlfriend.” Her fucking girlfriend.
The guy apologized and quickly left, but Faith was pissed off. She asked Buffy what the hell her damage was, but Buffy just acted confused by the implication and told Faith that “he wasn’t even close to attractive” and that she was only trying to help her get rid of him. That’s what friends were for, right?
No, but Faith let it go anyway and went to go chill out on the couches.
Buffy isn’t the type to be codependent by any means, but tonight she was sure acting like she was with the way she followed Faith around like an abandoned puppy. Faith had to wonder if she over served her again, but she had been wicked careful about doing that ever since Buffy ended up puking all over her and then cried for over half an hour because she stepped on a freaking slug. Apparently the slug was a metaphor for her failed relationship with Angel, which Faith didn’t understand in the slightest and stopped trying to get Buffy to explain it to her after the fourth non-coherent answer she was given. Basically that night was shit and Faith really had no desire to go through that again, so she started watching what she gave her; which meant that whatever was going on right now wasn’t her fault, but it didn’t make it any less annoying.
Buffy sat next her on the couch and immediately started rambling on about something. Faith always felt bad when she zoned out halfway through their conversations, especially when it turned out to be something important, but Faith paid enough attention for a moment to catch that she was now talking about what shoes she should wear, which immediately made her zone out again. Faith didn’t do the girly, superficial thing; that’s why Buffy had Willow.
However, before she knew it Buffy had taken ahold of her hand like she freakin’ owned the rights to it or something. Faith immediately yanked it from her grasp and demanded to know what the hell she thought she was doing, which seemed to both confuse Buffy immensely as well as hurt her feelings.
“If you don’t want to go its fine, Faith; but you don’t need to be an asshole about it,” she had said.
That made Faith utter a perplexed, “Huh?” suddenly hella fucking confused because she apparently missed something important. Again. After she apologized to Buffy and admitted she wasn’t listening, Buffy restated her proposal: the Prom. She wanted to make it into a “girl’s night” because they “didn’t need boyfriends to go to the dance,” but with everything that had been going on between them today, Faith’s first thought was that Buffy was trying to manipulate her into some sort of practice date or something.
Her frustration was getting worse the longer time went on, and frankly this was the last thing Faith wanted to deal with, so she ended up snapping at Buffy; telling her she needed to quit with her bullshit and come out of the closet before someone ends up pushing her out. She then stormed off to the bathroom to get some space.
After retreating into the farthest stall from the door, she sat on the toilet seat and put her head in her hands. Buffy was her friend and yeah, she was hot as fuck, but Faith never signed up to be her lesbian experiment. She didn’t do the girlfriend thing and while she was fine with the sexual aspects of Buffy’s curiosity, she drew the line at being her on again, off again pretend girlfriend whenever Buffy found it convenient. That shit only stood to fuck up their friendship because if Buffy actually started to like her like that, Faith would end up breaking her heart.
Privacy, however, didn’t seem to be a word Buffy comprehended. After only five minutes she came into the bathroom, knocking on Faith’s stall and demanding that she let her in. Faith told her to fuck off, so Buffy decided that completely ignoring her would be the smart thing to do and climbed under the stall. That didn’t exactly make Faith fill with rainbows and sunshine.
Buffy asked her why she was being such a bitch today, which provoked Faith to stand up, get in her face, and rant about how it wasn’t her job to sit there and hold Buffy’s hand while she fucking debated if coming out of the closet was worth it. Of course Buffy denied the accusation, saying that she wasn’t gay and that the alcohol was probably clouding Faith’s brain. She laughed it off like Faith was being adorable for even thinking such a thing and moved forward to reassure her, only how she touched her did exactly the opposite.
Buffy had always been a bit handsy when she was drunk, but this was beyond ridiculous; especially when she told her not two minutes ago that she wasn’t gay. Her hands were on her hips, her thighs, then touching her neck before she made some offhand comment about her hair so she could slide her fingers through it while she pressed the entire top half of her body against Faith. And so that prompted Faith, for the first time in her life, to tell someone to get the fuck off of her.
Buffy didn’t listen; she told her she was being grumpy and was overreacting about everything. And fine, maybe she was grumpy, but Faith knew she wasn’t over reacting; Buffy was all over her. When she leaned in to smell Faith’s neck and drunkenly asked what perfume she used, she let her lips “accidently” brush over her skin, making Faith debate whether or not punching Buffy in the face would be worth the retaliation later just so she could get the girl off of her.
Whether Faith liked it or not, Buffy was driving her insane. She was already frustrated to begin with, and that was always hard enough to deal with by itself. But with all this newfound groping and “innocent” flirting tossed into the mix, it was making her blood run hot and her hairs stand on end. She tried, as God as her fucking witness she tried to control herself, but once Buffy made the offhand comment of, “you should really wear padded bras, Faith; it’s kind of trashy when I can see your nipples,” and actually coupled that with brushing her fingers over said nipples, Faith’s resolve snapped in half; she had Buffy pinned up against the wall so fast it actually seemed to startle the blonde for a moment.
Now it was Faith’s turn to have her hands on Buffy, which apparently wasn’t a situation Buffy had prepared herself for. She asked with a shaky breath what Faith was doing, which made the younger girl tell her, “What you’ve been practically begging for me to do all night.” Buffy started to protest; to say that she wasn’t doing anything and that Faith was just being a weird drunk again, but Faith didn’t want to hear anymore bullshit so she shut Buffy up by colliding her lips with hers. It was what she wanted anyway, right? So fuck it.
Buffy’s show of protest was the weakest Faith had ever seen it as she barely tried to push her off for a grand total of five seconds before she was suddenly grabbing at Faith’s clothing, kissing her back just as hard. So that’s where Faith was at now, having that annoying moral dilemma in her head because she knew she was taking advantage of the situation. But Buffy was seriously starting to piss her off and was the one that took it way too far to begin with. Buffy knew what she was doing though, even drunk Faith knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. She probably didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of it, but Buffy would seriously have to be the stupidest person on the face of the fucking planet if she didn’t understand why Faith was reacting the way she was.
For fuck’s sake, she was trying to protect her from all this fuckery; like Buffy really wanted to fall in bed with someone like her.
But no matter how many reasons Faith had to stop, she found that she was far too pissed off and far too sexually frustrated to be the good guy this time. Buffy made her bed; she should probably learn to lie in it before she ends up pushing the wrong fucking person too far and ends up getting raped or something. Faith knew it was unlikely because of Buffy’s slayer strength, but when she was drunk three or four good sized men could easily overpower her because she seemed to lose her sense of distance pretty damn quickly. Buffy would either overestimate or underestimate her steps, even misjudge unmovable obstacles in her path, causing her to trip or run straight into things way too often. Faith used to joke that when Buffy was drunk she needed sober-tinted glasses just to walk straight, but it didn’t seem so funny now when she thought about how much it really fucks with her and how it ain’t safe.
Faith kept thinking about those imaginary men, and more and more was beginning to feel like she seriously needed to teach Buffy that she can’t fuck with people like this. Better her than someone else that didn’t give half a shit, right? So she allowed herself to let go and slid her hand up Buffy’s skirt as she kissed her, letting her fingers tease the blonde softly though her panties.
Buffy nearly choked on Faith’s tongue as she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes popping open in surprise. Her hands weakly swatted at Faith’s shoulders and she tried to dish out that ridiculous lie again. “Faith, I’m not-” gay, Faith finished for her in her head sarcastically. Like fucking always right? Faith took the opportunity of Buffy fumbling over her next word though, interrupting her.
“Wet?” Faith finished for her mockingly, “Because I know that’s a lie.” She allowed her fingers to press on Buffy’s clit through her panties. Not enough to breeze past the limit of where she knew she couldn’t go unless she got actual verbal permission, but enough to make her fucking point nonetheless. She was just angry and was feeling kind of used right now and that combination never made her the friendliest person in the world.
Buffy noticeably gasped when pressure was applied to her clit and she grabbed Faith’s arm, digging her fingernails into her skin. Faith barely noticed. “I…” she tried, but didn’t seem to be able to form any kind of competent sentence at the moment. “No, I just… I mean, I didn’t…” but Buffy interrupted her own failure of sentence with a breathless, “Oh my God,” once Faith decided she didn’t want to hear Buffy’s stupid excuses right now and instead attached her lips to the girls neck, sucking on her flesh so hard it was bound to leave a mark.
Buffy gasped and grabbed onto her, pulling her closer when she was supposed to be pretending to push Faith away. Obviously Buffy wasn’t real good at keeping up the façade when she was drunk and horny. She whimpered softly and closed her eyes, sliding her hands up Faith’s torso with enough pressure to make the shirt go with her. But she seemed to have second thoughts as she stopped short of pulling it up over her breasts and she moved her neck away from Faith, needing her to stop distracting her.
“Shit. Faith, I can’t-” she tried, but Faith wasn’t really in the mood to let her get a word out.
“What, screw with my head all night? Because newsflash, B; you already did and you seriously need to learn that you can’t keep doing whatever the hell you goddamn please.” To make her point, she allowed her fingernails to drag against the inside of Buffy’s thigh while her other hand roughly cupped a breast over her shirt, using her whole body to pin her against the wall; Faith needed to assert her dominance in this situation because she really wasn’t kidding around anymore.
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide, but Faith knew that if Buffy really wanted her off of her she would have no problem getting out from underneath her at all. Hell, she could even just tell Faith to get off of her if she wanted to be simple about it, but she has yet to actually speak those words. So Faith kissed her, not having to wait very long until Buffy kissed her back. But the second she did Faith pulled away, hissing against her friend’s lips, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is why you wore a skirt that showed me your ass every time you kicked a vamp in the face.” She grabbed the hem of Buffy’s skirt, hiking it up until her hand was on her hip, fingers digging firmly enough into her skin to signify ownership; at least for now. “This is why you nearly got us fucking killed with those stupid high heels you insisted on wearing. This is why you’ve been all over me; trying to see how much you could get away with. Tell me I’m wrong,” she dared.
Buffy seemed torn between allowing Faith to fuck her into submission and breaking down into tears. “I can’t…” she whispered finally; it sounded like it was painful to admit. Her voice was shaking and now that Faith took notice of it, her whole damn body was trembling. She turned her face away from Faith so she wouldn’t see how upset she was getting and Faith backed off a little. She still kept her pinned to the wall, but she kept her hands to herself.
“You can’t keep screwing around with me, B,” Faith told her, voice a little softer now that reality seemed to be smacking Buffy in the face at full force. “I get that you’re fucked up right now about admitting you like chicks, but it’s getting to the point where I’m beginning to not give a shit about your emotional issues,” she told her, being completely honest. “It’s seriously taking every fucking inch of my willpower to not shove my hand in your panties and fuck you right here in this bathroom. So you need to make a choice; you either need to back the hell off or start delivering the goods, cause I ain’t taking this shit anymore.”
Buffy turned to look at her then and for the life of her, Faith couldn’t decipher her expression. Her breathing had shallowed significantly, though whether that was from being turned on or because she was about to have a panic attack, Faith didn’t know. Finally she could see the confliction on Buffy’s face clear as day when she slowly reached up to brush a lock of hair away from Faith’s eyes; her hand was shaking. It was obvious she didn’t know what to do so Faith kissed her, figuring that if Buffy did end up choosing to back off, at least she would’ve known what it was like.
Buffy nearly jumped out of her skin though when the door to the bathroom opened and she pushed Faith off of her so hard that the brunette’s back collided with the stall wall that was opposite of them. “Jesus Christ, B,” Faith complained, rubbing her now bruised back. Well, fuck; there was her answer. Faith can’t say that she isn’t disappointed, but she knew that screwing Buffy like a cheap whore would have probably made everything turn to shit in a matter of minutes anyway.
Buffy asked if they could leave after that, wrapping her arms around herself to maintain the illusion that she was keeping herself together. But the fact was; she wasn’t. The entire way home Buffy wouldn’t speak or look at her and there would be moments where she would sniffle quietly, trying to not let Faith know that she was silently crying.
Faith didn’t usually feel like an asshole, but she did just then.
She didn’t mean to make Buffy cry or anything; she just wanted her to stop lying to herself and everyone else because she was starting to make stupid fucking decisions that were affecting both of them now. Buffy was her best friend - her only friend if she was gonna be honest - and she felt like an ass for being so invasively straight forward, but she was kind of out of options at that point. She didn’t regret what she said to her at all, but maybe if she wasn’t such a horny, retarded mess all the time she could have thought of a better way of doing it than feeling her up in a club bathroom.
“You want me to walk you home; double back?” Faith asked as they neared her motel room. Usually Buffy would just drop her off there and walk the rest of the way back to her house since it was on the way, but Faith didn’t really want her wandering off alone right now; she looked like she could be knocked over with a feather.
Buffy shook her head, finally lifting her head. She didn’t look at Faith though; instead her eyes focused on Faith’s motel room in the distance. “I want to stay with you tonight,” she told her softly. Her eyes found the pavement again as she told her, “I can’t- I don’t want to go home right now.”
Faith sighed, but continued walking towards her motel room with her friend in tow. “I dunno if that’s a good idea,” she told her honestly; she felt like if she didn’t get an orgasm soon she might just tear out her hair. And yeah, fine, she can give one to herself; but somehow she didn’t think Buffy would be too fond of that idea if she was in the same freaking room as her.
Sometimes she hated that she was such a slave to her sex drive. She should probably get some therapy for that shit, but it ain’t like she could afford it.
“That’s why I want to go.”
Faith stopped, rounding on her quickly. “B, you haven’t been making the best decisions all night, so maybe you should quit trying to make them, okay?”
For the first time, Buffy looked her dead in the eye. “You know, if you cared even a tiny bit about what I’m going through right now, you’d let me come over without talking down to me like I’m some kind of idiot.”
“If I-if I fucking cared?” Faith repeated, stumbling over the words in angry disbelief. “Did you seriously just say that to me, when I’ve done nothing else but control myself for the last couple months just to appease your stupid juvenile curiosities? Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m serious,” was all Buffy offered her before starting to walk down the street towards the motel room. It took a minute, but Faith finally snapped herself out of the shock that Buffy seriously just said that to her, and she broke into a jog to catch up to her. Buffy was halfway into the motel parking lot when Faith grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn around and look at her.
“I don’t like being manipulated, Buffy. You’re not staying here tonight.”
“You know what I don’t like?” Buffy suddenly shouted out of nowhere, emotion making her voice hitch in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t like that the first time I’ve actually really needed you, you wanna throw me away like yesterday’s trash because you already got what you needed from me.” Her eyes were furious and Faith felt like were burning into hers just from the sheer intensity of her gaze. Buffy was seriously pissed off. “I’m not one of your whores, Faith; I’m supposed to be your friend!”
“And I’m trying to be your friend by not letting you in there, B!” Faith exclaimed; getting pissed off that Buffy assumed she didn’t give a fuck now that she got to shove her tongue down her throat and fondle her for a grand total of five minutes. “If you go in there, if you sleep in the same damn bed as me; I ain’t gonna be able to stop myself from fucking you, alright? And I’m trying B, like really fucking trying to not be the huge asshole here and end up breaking your heart.”
“You know what?” Buffy asked, holding out her hands weakly to signify both her defeat and absolute lack of caring. “Just fuck me. I don’t care.”
She turned around and headed towards Faith’s motel room, leaving the younger slayer staring after her looking immensely confused. First Buffy won’t admit she’s gay, then she practically has a mental breakdown over it, and now she was willing for Faith to fuck her just so she didn’t have to be alone? She’s gotta have a screw loose up there somewhere, because sane people don’t transition that quickly.
“Faith, I need the key,” Buffy called out, voice lacking all enthusiasm or emotion as she stared at her, waiting. Her face was so blank that it kind of creeped Faith out a little. But she clearly wasn’t going to be winning the argument and Buffy wasn’t gonna be returning to her own home any time soon, so Faith sighed and tossed her the key before making her way over to her room.
This was gonna suck. She is not a freaking therapist, damnit.
When she finally got inside and closed the door behind her, Faith turned to see Buffy lying on her bed spread eagle; staring at the ceiling fan. She wasn’t blinking. Faith swore under her breath as she leaned against her bureau, looking at the girl on her bed. “B, did you take a pill or something? Cause I ain’t babysitting a high gone wrong; done that too many damn times in my life already.”
Faith watched Buffy blink once before she told her in a flat tone, “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re a lesbian.”
Buffy noticeably flinched at that, but stayed silent for a moment. Faith crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her to say something. It seemed like it took Buffy forever, but she finally told her, “I’m not a lesbian. I’m... bisexual at most.”
“Yeah well, same fucking difference to me,” Faith told her, shrugging. “Either way a bitch gotta have some pussy.”
Buffy made an odd face at that comment, like she wasn’t exactly sure if she’d be okay with going down on another woman. Silence stretched between them for a moment before Buffy asked in a small voice, “Faith?”
“What?”
She finally turned her head to the side so she could look at her friend as she told her, “I’m really sorry. I just…” Buffy let out an aggravated sigh and put her fists over her eyes before she told her in a sad voice, “I just wanted to be normal. My whole life is demons and weapons and apocalypses and I… I wanted just one thing about me to be normal.”
Faith cocked an eyebrow at her, trying to ignore the burn in the pit of her stomach for at least a little while so she can attempt to play the role of the good friend. “And you think liking chicks ain’t normal?”
“No, Faith. I don’t.”
Faith couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that; it sounded so stupid. “Whatever, B; people are people.”
“Not when you’re in high school they’re not,” Buffy told her, taking her hands away from her face so she can look at her friend again. “You can’t even begin to imagine what kind of mean stuff they do to people who aren’t normal, okay? I’m already the class freak; I don’t want an even bigger target on my back right now.” She sighed. “You’re lucky you dropped out.”
“Oh yeah, B; real fucking lucky that people look at me like I’m some kind of stupid delinquent,” Faith responded sarcastically. She furrowed her brow, not understanding something, “Why do you even care? If some fucking jock calls you a dyke you could throw them halfway across the room; like it really matters. Ain’t like you’re an easy target to bully.”
“And get suspended again? No thanks.” She closed her eyes again, looking a little uncomfortable. “The room is spinning,” Buffy informed her, which Faith ignored; that’s what happens when you drink.
“So your solution is to stay locked in that closet of yours until college and drive me insane in the process? Way to be a great fucking friend, all I’m saying.”
“I wasn’t trying to-” Buffy started to protest, but ended up sighing because she knew Faith was right. “You were just… safe.” Faith outright snorted at that and Buffy rolled her eyes, “No, I mean like… I don’t know, I guess some part of me knew that you knew what I was doing and you still… let me. You humored my curiosity and you didn’t push it.”
“Until tonight,” Faith finished for her.
“Yeah well, after nearly getting us both killed and then invading your personal bubble all night, I can’t really blame you,” Buffy admitted, then made a face of distain. “God, I was really obnoxious, wasn’t I?”
Faith chuckled a little. “Yeah, but ain’t like I’m gonna bitch for being able to stick my tongue down your throat.”
Buffy flushed a little at that and pursed her lips, looking up at Faith through her lashes. That one look was so innocent yet so damn sultry at the same time that Faith made herself look down at the carpet instead so she didn’t jump her right there. God, she’s not going to get any sleep tonight.
“I still want you to go to Prom with me,” Buffy told her softly, breaking the silence.
“Don’t do the dating thing.”
“It doesn’t have to be a date, Faith,” Buffy replied, sounding a little exasperated. “I just… really want to go with you, okay?”
Faith cocked an eyebrow and looked up at her, feeling a little skeptical about this whole thing. “You like… crushing on me or something, B?” she asked. She needed to know; it’s one thing for Buffy to be sexually attracted to her cause hell, who isn’t, but if she’s got some sort of crush than Faith’s gonna have to stop this train right in its tracks before it crashes and burns.
“Okay, you know what? Nevermind,” Buffy retorted, looking a little peeved. “If you’re going to continue being an arrogant idiot, then nevermind.”
“I was just asking a damn question-” Faith tried, but was interrupted.
“Yeah, a stupid one.”
Faith sighed in annoyance, wanting to bang her head against a wall. Women were fucking confusing. “Fine, whatever; if it gets your rocks off I’ll go with you, alright? But you gotta get me a dress cause ain’t like I can afford that crap; none of that frilly pink shit either.”
Buffy tried to continue to look annoyed, but she couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her face. “I know better than to try to make you into a girl, Faith,” she told her, sounding a little amused. Faith just rolled her eyes at her. The blonde gave her a lopsided grin for a second before she motioned at her with her head. “Are you going to come to bed or stand there all night?”
“Probably gonna stand here all night,” Faith answered flatly. Buffy raised an eyebrow at her, looking even more amused now.
“I’m not going to bite, Faith.”
“Not you I’m worried about.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and sat up, moving to get off the bed. “Come on, don’t be stupid,” she told her as she walked over to her, grabbing Faith’s hands and practically pulling her over to the bed. Faith went with her, but reluctantly. Lying half naked in a bed next to Buffy? Not going to be the funnest night in the world, that’s for sure.
Faith kicked off her boots and started to take off her leathers while Buffy pulled her shirt off over her head, exposing a light pink bra with little hearts on it. The girlyness of it should have made Faith laugh, but with how she was feeling it only made her want to rip it off of her with her teeth. She averted her eyes though as she took off her shirt, leaving her bra and panties on even though she usually didn’t sleep in them because they were really fucking uncomfortable. But being buck naked next to an underwear clad Buffy seemed like a recipe for disaster. Buffy, however, didn’t seem to think so.
“I thought you said you slept nude,” she said, looking over at Faith in her underwear. She smirked and said, “Liar.”
“Ain’t gonna sleep naked when I got a friend over,” Faith told her, annoyed that Buffy thought she was calling her out. She did usually sleep naked, damnit. “Y’know, trying not to make you feel wicked uncomfortable or anything.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Faith; I’m not going to look. But if you’re really that embarrassed, I won’t pick on you.”
“I’m not fucking embarrassed, B,” Faith snapped. She really didn’t like the way Buffy said that to her, like she was adorable for her nonexistent embarrassment. It annoyed her, so Faith unhooked her bra and threw it at the back of Buffy’s head. “You fucking happy now? Not embarrassed. Jesus.”
Buffy froze when the bra hit her. Faith watched her pick up her bra without turning around and Faith didn’t have to see Buffy’s face to know she was smirking. Great, she was being played. Again. “What the hell are you doing, B?” she demanded.
“Trying to sleep; what are you doing?” Buffy answered as she leaned over to turn off the lights before crawling under the covers.
“Trying not to punch you in the face,” Faith answered flatly. “You’re screwing with me again. Do I have ‘Lesbian Experiences R Us’ tattooed across my fucking forehead or something?”
Buffy’s back was turned to her but Faith heard her sigh softly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Faith was expecting her to deny it, so she didn’t exactly have a retort for an apology. “I think it’s starting to become a habit.”
“What’s your endgame here, B?” Faith asked, needing to know before she’s driven completely insane. Buffy didn’t answer so she clarified, “Like what are you getting out of manipulating me to get naked? Cause I’m seriously this close to throwing you out. This is beyond fucking fair, Buffy.”
“Just forget it; put your clothes back on,” Buffy mumbled into her pillow.
“No,” Faith said, pulling off her underwear and throwing it across the room in a fit of annoyance. She turned around, getting up on her knees to tower over Buffy. “You wanted me naked? Well now I’m fucking naked. So you gonna actually do something about that or am I throwing you out on your ass?” She knew she sounded like an asshole, but this was far past ridiculous it wasn’t even funny. Faith didn’t enjoy getting played with and she had ben more than patient at this point.
It took a moment, but Buffy finally did roll over to face her. Faith couldn’t see Buffy’s expression very well in the dark, but she could easily hear her breath catch in her throat. She could feel her eyes all over her but it didn’t embarrass Faith in the slightest; if Buffy really wanted to look that badly, then fine. She had a nice body, she’ll admit that. Be stupid to think otherwise.
The one thing that was strange about it though was how hard Faith’s heart was beating in her chest. Sex usually meant jack squat to her, but for some reason the prospect of Buffy actually giving in seemed to excite her.
She was probably such a bad friend for that. Then again, not like Buffy’s been winning any award with her incessant teasing and manipulation.
“This is a little scarier than I thought it would be,” Buffy admitted softly. “I know I was trying to… but…” she trailed off and for once, Faith stayed quiet. Buffy needed to make her own decision right now. It was hard though, not to just do something about it. Her body was screaming to be touched but if she forced Buffy to do it, this wouldn’t end well.
Finally, Buffy moved to sit up a little. Faith expected her to say something, but instead she just touched Faith’s hip lightly, her thumb running along the curve of the brunette’s waist. Faith’s whole body stiffened as she fought with the last of her control. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until Buffy leaned in, placing a hot, open mouthed kiss at the base of her navel. Her breath came out sharply then and she slid her fingers through Buffy’s hair, closing her eyes as the blonde placed nervous kisses upwards, over her ribcage.
“B…” Faith breathed, fingers tightening in her hair as she got closer to her breast. “You know what you’re doing, right?”
“I think so,” Buffy whispered, her voice shaking a little from her nerves. Her breath was hot on Faith’s skin and it made goosebumps from all over her body. “Just… go slow, okay?” she requested, her voice sounding so tiny all of a sudden.
Part of Faith knew this was still a bad idea, but she relented with an, “Okay,” anyway. Buffy’s lips covered the curve of her breast for a moment, then hesitated for a second before she finally covered her nipple. Faith exhaled sharply as Buffy’s tongue gently teased her and her hands ran down the blonde’s back to unhook her bra, needing to get Buffy naked, like yesterday.
Buffy moved from Faith’s nipple to kiss over her chest once, then twice, before she got on her knees and sat up to face Faith fully as she carefully shrugged off her loosened bra. Faith had seen Buffy be a bad ass slayer, a drunken mess, and everything else in between it seemed, but she had never seen her look so completely vulnerable before. It did something to Faith and for the first time in her life, she thought about someone else’s needs while in bed with them. “I’m not going to hurt you, B,” she told her softly, needing her to know that.
“I know,” Buffy whispered, her fingers still lightly tracing the dip in Faith’s thigh. “This is just… a little scary for me.”
Faith leaned in and kissed her gently, trying to reassure her. When they broke she whispered across her lips, “Lay down, okay?” Buffy swallowed her nerves and nodded, shifting so she did as Faith asked. When her back was against the mattress she looped her thumbs around her panties, but paused before she pulled them down.
Faith moved to lie down as well, situating her body so she was pressed up against her, their legs intertwined. Buffy still looked really nervous so she leaned in and kissed her neck softly, covering one of Buffy’s hands that were frozen on her panties with her, gently encouraging her to pull them down. “Just lemme make you feel good, yeah?” she tried, not really knowing how to be the patient lover but trying nonetheless. Buffy let out a heavy breath and licked her lips, but she finally nodded and lifted her hips, allowing Faith to slide her underwear off her body.
“Okay,” Buffy said breathlessly, sounding a little disoriented for a moment. “I’m naked. Naked with Faith.”
Faith couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that as she climbed back up her body, hovering over her. “Yeah, you are.” Her eyes caught Buffy’s and she hated she had to ask this, but she did anyway. “Do you want me to stop?”
Faith really didn’t want to stop. It may just kill her.
“No,” Buffy told her quietly, which made Faith breathe a sigh of relief. “Just… you know, trying to take this all in,” she told her, emitting a little nervous laugh that quickly ended once she bit her bottom lip. Faith waited for a moment, allowing Buffy to get used to what was going on. “Faith?” she asked finally, sounding extremely vulnerable again. “Do you like me?”
Faith’s heart pounded in her chest and for the first time in her life; she was nervous. She gave her a small smile though and told her softly, “Yeah, B; I like ya.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was admitting to, but it seemed to comfort Buffy that she said it because she took the initiative to lean up a little and kiss her softly.
Faith allowed herself to settle down on top of Buffy then and both girls groaned a little from the feeling of their naked bodies against each other. Faith plunged her tongue into Buffy’s mouth, her hips rocking slightly against Buffy’s thigh to get the friction she so desperately needed. That seemed to surprise Buffy though because she made a little sound in the back of her throat and Faith had to pull away for a second to make sure she wasn’t freaking out. “You alright?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, I just…” Buffy started, voice shaking a little. “I didn’t expect you to be so… wet.” She made a face, thinking she sounded stupid. “Sorry, I’m being really dumb. You’re probably hating this.”
Faith couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Buffy protested, sounding hurt.
Faith shook her head before she leaned in, kissing Buffy firmly on the lips for a moment. When she broke she told her, breath tickling her lips, “Not laughing at you, B. Just think it’s funny that you think that I hate having the prettiest chick in SunnyD naked in my bed.”
Buffy’s eyes caught hers and she reached up, touching Faith’s cheek lightly with her palm. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, like she wasn’t sure if she just heard Faith right.
“Prettiest chick I know,” Faith told her honestly because hell, she was. Buffy smiled a little before she leaned in, giving Faith a soft kiss. When they broke, Buffy kept her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against hers as she worked up the courage to ask, “Faith, will you… go down on me?” Faith could feel how hot her face got after she asked that, but she couldn’t help but grin.
“Thought ya’d never ask,” she replied as she wasting no time sliding her body down hers. Buffy let out a shaky breath as Faith began leaving wet kisses in her wake; down her neck, her chest, her stomach. When she settled between Buffy’s legs she kissed the inside of her thigh, making the blonde let out a small whimper as she shifted her legs, letting them fall open a little more. Her eyes were closed; like she was afraid to see the look on Faith’s face when she finally got a look at all of her.
Buffy was so wet that the smell was intoxicating Faith, but she didn’t want to just dive in head first and risk freaking her out. So she started to kiss slowly up one thigh, letting Buffy get used to the fact that she was down there and very much in her business now. After a moment, Faith watched Buffy’s hips twitch towards her, like she was trying to get her attention. That was all the confirmation she needed and she let her mouth wrap around Buffy’s hot center, sucking softly.
“Faith,” Buffy breathed, her fingers digging into the sheets below her as she strained to get her hips closer to her face. Now that she was down there, Faith wasn’t pulling any punches. Buffy tasted so fucking delicious that she dove into her work, wanting to make the girl beneath her writhe and pant her name into the darkness of the room, begging to be taken.
When she began to flick her tongue rhythmically against Buffy’s hardened nub, the girl gasped and grabbed a fistful of her hair, not exactly being gentle when she physically encouraged her to keep going. Not that Faith cared; Buffy could pull out a fistful of her hair and she’d still be having the best time of her fucking life. It didn’t take long before Buffy’s breathy pants turned into full on moans and she was practically humping her face as she begged, “Faith, please…”
Faith moved her lips to the inside of Buffy’s thigh to bite down on her a little roughly as she slid two fingers deep inside of her. Buffy cried out and tossed her head to the side, pleasure written all over her face as Faith started to move inside of her. Buffy was so tight that Faith’s insides clenched and her clit throbbed, not knowing how much more of this she could take before she needed to be touched.
For all of Buffy’s prior nervousness, now she seemed to have none at all as she frantically bucked her hips against Faith’s hand, needing her to go faster. Since Buffy seemed to be into it now, Faith risked it and moved up her body, colliding their lips as she continued to milk her for all she was worth. Buffy was panting against her lips and her hands grabbed for her, but it wasn’t where Faith needed her to go. “B, please,” Faith practically begged. “I need you to fuck me.”
Buffy opened her eyes to look at her after that request, but with another expert touch from Faith her eyes flew closed again and she moaned, arching her back. Faith was seriously just about to fuck herself at this point, but finally Buffy’s hand slid down her stomach until it got lost between her legs. Her fingers slipped against her clit a little nervously but Faith didn’t care; just one touch from her made her shut her eyes and bury her face in her neck, moaning in pleasure. She was already so on edge that she knew it wouldn’t take much.
Every stroke of Faith’s seemed to encourage Buffy to reciprocate and finally she was inside of her, fucking Faith with as much abandon as the woman on top of her. Faith panted hard from the pleasure Buffy was giving her and she used her free hand to slide her fingers through the blonde’s hair before grabbing a fistful and roughly forcing her head to turn so she could sink her teeth into her neck. Buffy swore loudly and the hand that was on her back grasped at her, digging her nails so hard into her skin Faith was sure she was bleeding. Their lips collided then, each kissing each other so roughly that they’re teeth smacked together.
But then suddenly Buffy turned her head to side, gasping, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” as Faith felt her clench hard around her fingers. She knew she was about to cum so she pressed her fingers against Buffy’s sweet spot, slipping her thumb over her clit to send her over the edge. Buffy screamed - like a for real about to make you go deaf kind of scream - as she came, her whole body tensing so hard that it made her fingers curl inside of Faith, hitting her g-spot so dead on that without any kind of warning Faith found herself riding out her own orgasm right after her.
Faith isn’t sure when they actually fell asleep, but when she woke up she was surprised to find her bed empty. Sure, it usually was the morning after because she’d kick the walking dildo out right after she came, but she knew she didn’t tell Buffy to leave. She opened her eyes and sat up, a little surprised to see Buffy hastily putting on her clothes like she was trying to run out the damn door.
“What the fuck are you doing? It’s like six in the morning, B,” Faith asked, yawning before rubbing her eyes roughly. Fuck. Too early to be awake. “Just come back to bed and I’ll walk you home later,” she requested, knowing she sounded grumpy. Whatever, it was early and she had to right to be.
Buffy seemed startled when she realized Faith was awake and she looked up at her, eyes wide. Faith felt her stomach drop to the floor; she knew that look. While usually she didn’t give a fuck if someone she just nailed regretted what they did after, for some reason Buffy regretting it made her feel sick. It didn’t make any sense; she did everything right! She went slow and she was patient and… fuck, Faith wanted to punch something. “B…” she tried.
“I have to go,” Buffy told her in a rush, slipping back on her heels as she averted her gaze. She nearly tripped as she stood up in a rush, trying to make it out the door. But Faith was up in a flash, grabbing Buffy’s forearm to stop her.
“Don’t leave,” she requested, knowing she sounded really fucking stupid right now, but not caring in the slightest. She didn’t know why, but right now this was killing her. Buffy was her best friend and she was so scared that she just fucked that all to hell and back again.
Buffy looked at her, looking halfway between being terrified and upset. “I thought you always had your lovers leave when you were done,” she reminded her softly.
“Not…” Faith sighed, hating that she cared so much right now. “Not you, B. I… want you to stay.” It was hard for her to say out loud, but she got through it. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter much.
“I’m sorry,” Buffy told her regrettably, wrenching her arm out of Faith’s grasp and opening her door. “I just can’t do this right now… this is way too much for me the handle.” Her voice was shaking.
“Buffy…” Faith tried again, but Buffy just shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she told her again before she just… she just fucking left.
Faith stood there as she watched the door close behind Buffy, not understanding why she felt like she wanted to scream, punch something, and cry all the same time. She knew, she fucking knew that sleeping with Buffy would be a bad idea but it just… damnit, even though it was slow and kind of awkward at first, it was seriously the best sex she ever had in her life. Maybe just because Buffy fucking… cared, or something.
Shit.
Faith made her way back to the bed, sliding under the covers and curling into a ball as she stared at the far wall, trying not to cry like some kind of pansy bitch. It was stupid that she cared so much but she couldn’t… fuck, she just couldn’t help it.
Faith always lived her life without any regrets but just then she regretted ever giving in to weakness, because she had probably just lost the best friend she ever had in her life…
- FIN -
Prompt: Regret
Table: Here.
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta: tamswitter
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Word Length: 9,353 words
Summary: Buffy really should have known better than to tease.
004. Regret
Faith was more than aware that Buffy was drunk and that she was probably taking advantage of her, but she was finding it hard to find a reason to care anymore.
First of all, anyone who has the balls to go slaying in a skirt that gives Faith a fantastic view of their ass every time they kick a vamp in the face, should really know better; that was just straight up asking for it. Not only was it pretty fucking obvious what she was trying to do, but she nearly got both of them killed in the process. Buffy couldn’t kick ass properly because she put on these ridiculous heels that had no business being anywhere near a cemetery, and every time she tried to fight Faith would zone out because the “accidental” view she was constantly being given distracted her immensely.
Needless to say, tonight’s patrol wasn’t all that successful in the vamp slaying area. Buffy got two, Faith got one, and then they both had to run for their lives and hide like a bunch of pansies because neither of them seemed to be able to hold their own tonight just because of Buffy’s choice in wardrobe.
Not that it didn’t look good on her; it did. Faith was surprised the damn clothes didn’t melt off of her because of how fucking hot she looked. She had just the right amount of cleavage and just the right amount of leg and it took all of Faith’s willpower to not say fuck it and take her against a gravestone. It sucked though because she had been worked up all day and really needed to slay a half a dozen vamps so she could chill out and that didn’t end up happening; not even close. It made her frustration grow tenfold, so she suggested they hit the Bronze on the way home.
Faith figured it was a win/win anyway: she could probably find someone there that was willing to scratch her itch, but even if she didn’t, there were always booze. It was ridiculously easy to pick the lock on the storage closet where they kept the stuff and they never had anyone watching the door, so to Faith that was more than enough of an invitation to help herself. On another happy note, liquor and Buffy have never mixed well, so it was likely that she’d have to call Willow or Xander for a ride and wouldn’t get the chance to flaunt her ridiculously perky ass in Faith’s face on the walk home. There was only so much a girl could take.
What was really annoying about the whole thing was that Buffy knew exactly what she was doing to her, yet put on this innocent act like she really had no fucking clue what was going on. Faith was pretty positive that Buffy was just a closet-case trying to test the waters with a friend, but she’d be lying if she said that there still wasn’t the slim chance that Buffy could just be messing with her for the sole fact that it was fun; she did seem to get a ridiculous amount of amusement out of Faith’s sexual frustration, now that she thought about. Maybe Buffy just liked the attention and wanted to see how far she could take it before Faith caved and asked her out, just so Buffy could do that annoying little giggle that she does before she reminds her that she’s straight. The problem with that plan though, if Buffy really was that stupid to pull something like that, was that Faith didn’t ask people out - she took what she needed from them for a night and couldn’t give a shit less what happens to them come morning.
Buffy was way in over her head if that was the case, but Faith sucked up the torture and played the role of the good girl. As much as she would love to tap that, it’d probably screw up their friendship, let alone their work relationship. It’s not like new Slayers were popping up every day either; it was just the two of them. Besides, Faith could count the number of friends she had on one finger and she didn’t exactly feel thrilled about reducing that number to zero. Even if said friend was a closet-case that seemed to enjoy making her life a living hell, she was still the only one she got.
Unfortunately, Monday nights seemed to be ugly night at the Bronze and Faith didn’t find anyone that was even close to her standards for a walking dildo. Because to her, that’s what they were; there was no other purpose for them other than using them for their genitalia. Most of the time she couldn’t even remember their names; half of the time she never even bothered to ask. Sex had become so ridiculously routine to her that it was hard for Faith to find any kind of thrill from it anymore. It had become more about inserting tab A into slot B just so she could stop feeling like she wanted to punch everything when she didn’t get in her required nightly kills.
Regardless of that disappointment though, there was still booze. After the regular lecture from Buffy about how stealing is wrong and that them drinking was illegal, Faith walked away in the opposite direction, intent on getting a bottle anyway. Buffy always had to make a show of protesting, maybe so she didn’t feel so guilty when she did finally sneak out back with Faith and help her consume half the bottle. She always ended up back there eventually; sometimes it took five minutes and sometimes it took an hour, but Buffy would always come out and say that she was ‘frustrated’ and that she ‘needed some just to calm down.’
Whatever.
She knew Buffy liked the thrill of being bad, she just won’t admit it because it would ruin her image as a perfect, uptight little goody two shoes. But Faith knew better; sometimes Buffy would allow her to see the real her and she was fun, she loved danger, and they always had a kick ass time together. Faith grew to expect the “we shouldn’t have done that” speech in the morning, so they hardly phased her anymore; that’s just who Buffy was.
Like Faith expected, she was in the alley behind the Bronze for only twenty minutes before Buffy stormed out, probably peeved that she didn’t last as long as she did the last time this happened. “Frustrated?” Faith mocked, to which Buffy replied to with a, “Just shut up, Faith,” before she took the bottle and began drinking.
The first half an hour wasn’t bad; they drank until they knew they each had their limit and then they went back in the club to dance. As usual, Buffy had to remind her at least fifteen times that her hands didn’t belong in bad places. But as the alcohol started to hit her, it took longer and longer each time Faith copped a feel before Buffy would tell her to stop. It didn’t really bother Faith that Buffy was constantly rejecting her because it always sounded like such a ridiculous formality. Why else would she allow Faith’s fingers to brush her panties for even half a second if it wasn’t? Buffy wanted it; she was just scared to ask for it.
However, Faith was pretty sure today wasn’t going to be the day Buffy up and decided that she wanted to get to third base with her, so she barely paid attention to her after the dancing. It was always fun doing the teasing thing with Buffy - mainly because the blonde always let her go a little bit farther with it each time - but too much of it and she’s liable to implode. Besides, usually by now Buffy was stumbling all over herself; she was a messy drunk. Which, to be fair she still kind of was - stumbling, that is - but usually she would take this moment to tell Faith that she was going to call up Willow to take her home. Tonight, she didn’t. Tonight, Buffy was acting really fucking weird.
It all started when some guy asked to buy Faith a drink, thinking she was of legal age for whatever fucked up reason. He wasn’t attractive in the slightest and she couldn’t be caught in the club with a drink in her hand, so Faith was going to tell him to piss off anyway. But before she could, Buffy fucking popped in from out on nowhere, put her arms around her waist protectively and gave the guy a wicked dirty look before telling him to “get away from her girlfriend.” Her fucking girlfriend.
The guy apologized and quickly left, but Faith was pissed off. She asked Buffy what the hell her damage was, but Buffy just acted confused by the implication and told Faith that “he wasn’t even close to attractive” and that she was only trying to help her get rid of him. That’s what friends were for, right?
No, but Faith let it go anyway and went to go chill out on the couches.
Buffy isn’t the type to be codependent by any means, but tonight she was sure acting like she was with the way she followed Faith around like an abandoned puppy. Faith had to wonder if she over served her again, but she had been wicked careful about doing that ever since Buffy ended up puking all over her and then cried for over half an hour because she stepped on a freaking slug. Apparently the slug was a metaphor for her failed relationship with Angel, which Faith didn’t understand in the slightest and stopped trying to get Buffy to explain it to her after the fourth non-coherent answer she was given. Basically that night was shit and Faith really had no desire to go through that again, so she started watching what she gave her; which meant that whatever was going on right now wasn’t her fault, but it didn’t make it any less annoying.
Buffy sat next her on the couch and immediately started rambling on about something. Faith always felt bad when she zoned out halfway through their conversations, especially when it turned out to be something important, but Faith paid enough attention for a moment to catch that she was now talking about what shoes she should wear, which immediately made her zone out again. Faith didn’t do the girly, superficial thing; that’s why Buffy had Willow.
However, before she knew it Buffy had taken ahold of her hand like she freakin’ owned the rights to it or something. Faith immediately yanked it from her grasp and demanded to know what the hell she thought she was doing, which seemed to both confuse Buffy immensely as well as hurt her feelings.
“If you don’t want to go its fine, Faith; but you don’t need to be an asshole about it,” she had said.
That made Faith utter a perplexed, “Huh?” suddenly hella fucking confused because she apparently missed something important. Again. After she apologized to Buffy and admitted she wasn’t listening, Buffy restated her proposal: the Prom. She wanted to make it into a “girl’s night” because they “didn’t need boyfriends to go to the dance,” but with everything that had been going on between them today, Faith’s first thought was that Buffy was trying to manipulate her into some sort of practice date or something.
Her frustration was getting worse the longer time went on, and frankly this was the last thing Faith wanted to deal with, so she ended up snapping at Buffy; telling her she needed to quit with her bullshit and come out of the closet before someone ends up pushing her out. She then stormed off to the bathroom to get some space.
After retreating into the farthest stall from the door, she sat on the toilet seat and put her head in her hands. Buffy was her friend and yeah, she was hot as fuck, but Faith never signed up to be her lesbian experiment. She didn’t do the girlfriend thing and while she was fine with the sexual aspects of Buffy’s curiosity, she drew the line at being her on again, off again pretend girlfriend whenever Buffy found it convenient. That shit only stood to fuck up their friendship because if Buffy actually started to like her like that, Faith would end up breaking her heart.
Privacy, however, didn’t seem to be a word Buffy comprehended. After only five minutes she came into the bathroom, knocking on Faith’s stall and demanding that she let her in. Faith told her to fuck off, so Buffy decided that completely ignoring her would be the smart thing to do and climbed under the stall. That didn’t exactly make Faith fill with rainbows and sunshine.
Buffy asked her why she was being such a bitch today, which provoked Faith to stand up, get in her face, and rant about how it wasn’t her job to sit there and hold Buffy’s hand while she fucking debated if coming out of the closet was worth it. Of course Buffy denied the accusation, saying that she wasn’t gay and that the alcohol was probably clouding Faith’s brain. She laughed it off like Faith was being adorable for even thinking such a thing and moved forward to reassure her, only how she touched her did exactly the opposite.
Buffy had always been a bit handsy when she was drunk, but this was beyond ridiculous; especially when she told her not two minutes ago that she wasn’t gay. Her hands were on her hips, her thighs, then touching her neck before she made some offhand comment about her hair so she could slide her fingers through it while she pressed the entire top half of her body against Faith. And so that prompted Faith, for the first time in her life, to tell someone to get the fuck off of her.
Buffy didn’t listen; she told her she was being grumpy and was overreacting about everything. And fine, maybe she was grumpy, but Faith knew she wasn’t over reacting; Buffy was all over her. When she leaned in to smell Faith’s neck and drunkenly asked what perfume she used, she let her lips “accidently” brush over her skin, making Faith debate whether or not punching Buffy in the face would be worth the retaliation later just so she could get the girl off of her.
Whether Faith liked it or not, Buffy was driving her insane. She was already frustrated to begin with, and that was always hard enough to deal with by itself. But with all this newfound groping and “innocent” flirting tossed into the mix, it was making her blood run hot and her hairs stand on end. She tried, as God as her fucking witness she tried to control herself, but once Buffy made the offhand comment of, “you should really wear padded bras, Faith; it’s kind of trashy when I can see your nipples,” and actually coupled that with brushing her fingers over said nipples, Faith’s resolve snapped in half; she had Buffy pinned up against the wall so fast it actually seemed to startle the blonde for a moment.
Now it was Faith’s turn to have her hands on Buffy, which apparently wasn’t a situation Buffy had prepared herself for. She asked with a shaky breath what Faith was doing, which made the younger girl tell her, “What you’ve been practically begging for me to do all night.” Buffy started to protest; to say that she wasn’t doing anything and that Faith was just being a weird drunk again, but Faith didn’t want to hear anymore bullshit so she shut Buffy up by colliding her lips with hers. It was what she wanted anyway, right? So fuck it.
Buffy’s show of protest was the weakest Faith had ever seen it as she barely tried to push her off for a grand total of five seconds before she was suddenly grabbing at Faith’s clothing, kissing her back just as hard. So that’s where Faith was at now, having that annoying moral dilemma in her head because she knew she was taking advantage of the situation. But Buffy was seriously starting to piss her off and was the one that took it way too far to begin with. Buffy knew what she was doing though, even drunk Faith knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. She probably didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of it, but Buffy would seriously have to be the stupidest person on the face of the fucking planet if she didn’t understand why Faith was reacting the way she was.
For fuck’s sake, she was trying to protect her from all this fuckery; like Buffy really wanted to fall in bed with someone like her.
But no matter how many reasons Faith had to stop, she found that she was far too pissed off and far too sexually frustrated to be the good guy this time. Buffy made her bed; she should probably learn to lie in it before she ends up pushing the wrong fucking person too far and ends up getting raped or something. Faith knew it was unlikely because of Buffy’s slayer strength, but when she was drunk three or four good sized men could easily overpower her because she seemed to lose her sense of distance pretty damn quickly. Buffy would either overestimate or underestimate her steps, even misjudge unmovable obstacles in her path, causing her to trip or run straight into things way too often. Faith used to joke that when Buffy was drunk she needed sober-tinted glasses just to walk straight, but it didn’t seem so funny now when she thought about how much it really fucks with her and how it ain’t safe.
Faith kept thinking about those imaginary men, and more and more was beginning to feel like she seriously needed to teach Buffy that she can’t fuck with people like this. Better her than someone else that didn’t give half a shit, right? So she allowed herself to let go and slid her hand up Buffy’s skirt as she kissed her, letting her fingers tease the blonde softly though her panties.
Buffy nearly choked on Faith’s tongue as she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes popping open in surprise. Her hands weakly swatted at Faith’s shoulders and she tried to dish out that ridiculous lie again. “Faith, I’m not-” gay, Faith finished for her in her head sarcastically. Like fucking always right? Faith took the opportunity of Buffy fumbling over her next word though, interrupting her.
“Wet?” Faith finished for her mockingly, “Because I know that’s a lie.” She allowed her fingers to press on Buffy’s clit through her panties. Not enough to breeze past the limit of where she knew she couldn’t go unless she got actual verbal permission, but enough to make her fucking point nonetheless. She was just angry and was feeling kind of used right now and that combination never made her the friendliest person in the world.
Buffy noticeably gasped when pressure was applied to her clit and she grabbed Faith’s arm, digging her fingernails into her skin. Faith barely noticed. “I…” she tried, but didn’t seem to be able to form any kind of competent sentence at the moment. “No, I just… I mean, I didn’t…” but Buffy interrupted her own failure of sentence with a breathless, “Oh my God,” once Faith decided she didn’t want to hear Buffy’s stupid excuses right now and instead attached her lips to the girls neck, sucking on her flesh so hard it was bound to leave a mark.
Buffy gasped and grabbed onto her, pulling her closer when she was supposed to be pretending to push Faith away. Obviously Buffy wasn’t real good at keeping up the façade when she was drunk and horny. She whimpered softly and closed her eyes, sliding her hands up Faith’s torso with enough pressure to make the shirt go with her. But she seemed to have second thoughts as she stopped short of pulling it up over her breasts and she moved her neck away from Faith, needing her to stop distracting her.
“Shit. Faith, I can’t-” she tried, but Faith wasn’t really in the mood to let her get a word out.
“What, screw with my head all night? Because newsflash, B; you already did and you seriously need to learn that you can’t keep doing whatever the hell you goddamn please.” To make her point, she allowed her fingernails to drag against the inside of Buffy’s thigh while her other hand roughly cupped a breast over her shirt, using her whole body to pin her against the wall; Faith needed to assert her dominance in this situation because she really wasn’t kidding around anymore.
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide, but Faith knew that if Buffy really wanted her off of her she would have no problem getting out from underneath her at all. Hell, she could even just tell Faith to get off of her if she wanted to be simple about it, but she has yet to actually speak those words. So Faith kissed her, not having to wait very long until Buffy kissed her back. But the second she did Faith pulled away, hissing against her friend’s lips, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is why you wore a skirt that showed me your ass every time you kicked a vamp in the face.” She grabbed the hem of Buffy’s skirt, hiking it up until her hand was on her hip, fingers digging firmly enough into her skin to signify ownership; at least for now. “This is why you nearly got us fucking killed with those stupid high heels you insisted on wearing. This is why you’ve been all over me; trying to see how much you could get away with. Tell me I’m wrong,” she dared.
Buffy seemed torn between allowing Faith to fuck her into submission and breaking down into tears. “I can’t…” she whispered finally; it sounded like it was painful to admit. Her voice was shaking and now that Faith took notice of it, her whole damn body was trembling. She turned her face away from Faith so she wouldn’t see how upset she was getting and Faith backed off a little. She still kept her pinned to the wall, but she kept her hands to herself.
“You can’t keep screwing around with me, B,” Faith told her, voice a little softer now that reality seemed to be smacking Buffy in the face at full force. “I get that you’re fucked up right now about admitting you like chicks, but it’s getting to the point where I’m beginning to not give a shit about your emotional issues,” she told her, being completely honest. “It’s seriously taking every fucking inch of my willpower to not shove my hand in your panties and fuck you right here in this bathroom. So you need to make a choice; you either need to back the hell off or start delivering the goods, cause I ain’t taking this shit anymore.”
Buffy turned to look at her then and for the life of her, Faith couldn’t decipher her expression. Her breathing had shallowed significantly, though whether that was from being turned on or because she was about to have a panic attack, Faith didn’t know. Finally she could see the confliction on Buffy’s face clear as day when she slowly reached up to brush a lock of hair away from Faith’s eyes; her hand was shaking. It was obvious she didn’t know what to do so Faith kissed her, figuring that if Buffy did end up choosing to back off, at least she would’ve known what it was like.
Buffy nearly jumped out of her skin though when the door to the bathroom opened and she pushed Faith off of her so hard that the brunette’s back collided with the stall wall that was opposite of them. “Jesus Christ, B,” Faith complained, rubbing her now bruised back. Well, fuck; there was her answer. Faith can’t say that she isn’t disappointed, but she knew that screwing Buffy like a cheap whore would have probably made everything turn to shit in a matter of minutes anyway.
Buffy asked if they could leave after that, wrapping her arms around herself to maintain the illusion that she was keeping herself together. But the fact was; she wasn’t. The entire way home Buffy wouldn’t speak or look at her and there would be moments where she would sniffle quietly, trying to not let Faith know that she was silently crying.
Faith didn’t usually feel like an asshole, but she did just then.
She didn’t mean to make Buffy cry or anything; she just wanted her to stop lying to herself and everyone else because she was starting to make stupid fucking decisions that were affecting both of them now. Buffy was her best friend - her only friend if she was gonna be honest - and she felt like an ass for being so invasively straight forward, but she was kind of out of options at that point. She didn’t regret what she said to her at all, but maybe if she wasn’t such a horny, retarded mess all the time she could have thought of a better way of doing it than feeling her up in a club bathroom.
“You want me to walk you home; double back?” Faith asked as they neared her motel room. Usually Buffy would just drop her off there and walk the rest of the way back to her house since it was on the way, but Faith didn’t really want her wandering off alone right now; she looked like she could be knocked over with a feather.
Buffy shook her head, finally lifting her head. She didn’t look at Faith though; instead her eyes focused on Faith’s motel room in the distance. “I want to stay with you tonight,” she told her softly. Her eyes found the pavement again as she told her, “I can’t- I don’t want to go home right now.”
Faith sighed, but continued walking towards her motel room with her friend in tow. “I dunno if that’s a good idea,” she told her honestly; she felt like if she didn’t get an orgasm soon she might just tear out her hair. And yeah, fine, she can give one to herself; but somehow she didn’t think Buffy would be too fond of that idea if she was in the same freaking room as her.
Sometimes she hated that she was such a slave to her sex drive. She should probably get some therapy for that shit, but it ain’t like she could afford it.
“That’s why I want to go.”
Faith stopped, rounding on her quickly. “B, you haven’t been making the best decisions all night, so maybe you should quit trying to make them, okay?”
For the first time, Buffy looked her dead in the eye. “You know, if you cared even a tiny bit about what I’m going through right now, you’d let me come over without talking down to me like I’m some kind of idiot.”
“If I-if I fucking cared?” Faith repeated, stumbling over the words in angry disbelief. “Did you seriously just say that to me, when I’ve done nothing else but control myself for the last couple months just to appease your stupid juvenile curiosities? Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m serious,” was all Buffy offered her before starting to walk down the street towards the motel room. It took a minute, but Faith finally snapped herself out of the shock that Buffy seriously just said that to her, and she broke into a jog to catch up to her. Buffy was halfway into the motel parking lot when Faith grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn around and look at her.
“I don’t like being manipulated, Buffy. You’re not staying here tonight.”
“You know what I don’t like?” Buffy suddenly shouted out of nowhere, emotion making her voice hitch in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t like that the first time I’ve actually really needed you, you wanna throw me away like yesterday’s trash because you already got what you needed from me.” Her eyes were furious and Faith felt like were burning into hers just from the sheer intensity of her gaze. Buffy was seriously pissed off. “I’m not one of your whores, Faith; I’m supposed to be your friend!”
“And I’m trying to be your friend by not letting you in there, B!” Faith exclaimed; getting pissed off that Buffy assumed she didn’t give a fuck now that she got to shove her tongue down her throat and fondle her for a grand total of five minutes. “If you go in there, if you sleep in the same damn bed as me; I ain’t gonna be able to stop myself from fucking you, alright? And I’m trying B, like really fucking trying to not be the huge asshole here and end up breaking your heart.”
“You know what?” Buffy asked, holding out her hands weakly to signify both her defeat and absolute lack of caring. “Just fuck me. I don’t care.”
She turned around and headed towards Faith’s motel room, leaving the younger slayer staring after her looking immensely confused. First Buffy won’t admit she’s gay, then she practically has a mental breakdown over it, and now she was willing for Faith to fuck her just so she didn’t have to be alone? She’s gotta have a screw loose up there somewhere, because sane people don’t transition that quickly.
“Faith, I need the key,” Buffy called out, voice lacking all enthusiasm or emotion as she stared at her, waiting. Her face was so blank that it kind of creeped Faith out a little. But she clearly wasn’t going to be winning the argument and Buffy wasn’t gonna be returning to her own home any time soon, so Faith sighed and tossed her the key before making her way over to her room.
This was gonna suck. She is not a freaking therapist, damnit.
When she finally got inside and closed the door behind her, Faith turned to see Buffy lying on her bed spread eagle; staring at the ceiling fan. She wasn’t blinking. Faith swore under her breath as she leaned against her bureau, looking at the girl on her bed. “B, did you take a pill or something? Cause I ain’t babysitting a high gone wrong; done that too many damn times in my life already.”
Faith watched Buffy blink once before she told her in a flat tone, “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re a lesbian.”
Buffy noticeably flinched at that, but stayed silent for a moment. Faith crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her to say something. It seemed like it took Buffy forever, but she finally told her, “I’m not a lesbian. I’m... bisexual at most.”
“Yeah well, same fucking difference to me,” Faith told her, shrugging. “Either way a bitch gotta have some pussy.”
Buffy made an odd face at that comment, like she wasn’t exactly sure if she’d be okay with going down on another woman. Silence stretched between them for a moment before Buffy asked in a small voice, “Faith?”
“What?”
She finally turned her head to the side so she could look at her friend as she told her, “I’m really sorry. I just…” Buffy let out an aggravated sigh and put her fists over her eyes before she told her in a sad voice, “I just wanted to be normal. My whole life is demons and weapons and apocalypses and I… I wanted just one thing about me to be normal.”
Faith cocked an eyebrow at her, trying to ignore the burn in the pit of her stomach for at least a little while so she can attempt to play the role of the good friend. “And you think liking chicks ain’t normal?”
“No, Faith. I don’t.”
Faith couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that; it sounded so stupid. “Whatever, B; people are people.”
“Not when you’re in high school they’re not,” Buffy told her, taking her hands away from her face so she can look at her friend again. “You can’t even begin to imagine what kind of mean stuff they do to people who aren’t normal, okay? I’m already the class freak; I don’t want an even bigger target on my back right now.” She sighed. “You’re lucky you dropped out.”
“Oh yeah, B; real fucking lucky that people look at me like I’m some kind of stupid delinquent,” Faith responded sarcastically. She furrowed her brow, not understanding something, “Why do you even care? If some fucking jock calls you a dyke you could throw them halfway across the room; like it really matters. Ain’t like you’re an easy target to bully.”
“And get suspended again? No thanks.” She closed her eyes again, looking a little uncomfortable. “The room is spinning,” Buffy informed her, which Faith ignored; that’s what happens when you drink.
“So your solution is to stay locked in that closet of yours until college and drive me insane in the process? Way to be a great fucking friend, all I’m saying.”
“I wasn’t trying to-” Buffy started to protest, but ended up sighing because she knew Faith was right. “You were just… safe.” Faith outright snorted at that and Buffy rolled her eyes, “No, I mean like… I don’t know, I guess some part of me knew that you knew what I was doing and you still… let me. You humored my curiosity and you didn’t push it.”
“Until tonight,” Faith finished for her.
“Yeah well, after nearly getting us both killed and then invading your personal bubble all night, I can’t really blame you,” Buffy admitted, then made a face of distain. “God, I was really obnoxious, wasn’t I?”
Faith chuckled a little. “Yeah, but ain’t like I’m gonna bitch for being able to stick my tongue down your throat.”
Buffy flushed a little at that and pursed her lips, looking up at Faith through her lashes. That one look was so innocent yet so damn sultry at the same time that Faith made herself look down at the carpet instead so she didn’t jump her right there. God, she’s not going to get any sleep tonight.
“I still want you to go to Prom with me,” Buffy told her softly, breaking the silence.
“Don’t do the dating thing.”
“It doesn’t have to be a date, Faith,” Buffy replied, sounding a little exasperated. “I just… really want to go with you, okay?”
Faith cocked an eyebrow and looked up at her, feeling a little skeptical about this whole thing. “You like… crushing on me or something, B?” she asked. She needed to know; it’s one thing for Buffy to be sexually attracted to her cause hell, who isn’t, but if she’s got some sort of crush than Faith’s gonna have to stop this train right in its tracks before it crashes and burns.
“Okay, you know what? Nevermind,” Buffy retorted, looking a little peeved. “If you’re going to continue being an arrogant idiot, then nevermind.”
“I was just asking a damn question-” Faith tried, but was interrupted.
“Yeah, a stupid one.”
Faith sighed in annoyance, wanting to bang her head against a wall. Women were fucking confusing. “Fine, whatever; if it gets your rocks off I’ll go with you, alright? But you gotta get me a dress cause ain’t like I can afford that crap; none of that frilly pink shit either.”
Buffy tried to continue to look annoyed, but she couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her face. “I know better than to try to make you into a girl, Faith,” she told her, sounding a little amused. Faith just rolled her eyes at her. The blonde gave her a lopsided grin for a second before she motioned at her with her head. “Are you going to come to bed or stand there all night?”
“Probably gonna stand here all night,” Faith answered flatly. Buffy raised an eyebrow at her, looking even more amused now.
“I’m not going to bite, Faith.”
“Not you I’m worried about.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and sat up, moving to get off the bed. “Come on, don’t be stupid,” she told her as she walked over to her, grabbing Faith’s hands and practically pulling her over to the bed. Faith went with her, but reluctantly. Lying half naked in a bed next to Buffy? Not going to be the funnest night in the world, that’s for sure.
Faith kicked off her boots and started to take off her leathers while Buffy pulled her shirt off over her head, exposing a light pink bra with little hearts on it. The girlyness of it should have made Faith laugh, but with how she was feeling it only made her want to rip it off of her with her teeth. She averted her eyes though as she took off her shirt, leaving her bra and panties on even though she usually didn’t sleep in them because they were really fucking uncomfortable. But being buck naked next to an underwear clad Buffy seemed like a recipe for disaster. Buffy, however, didn’t seem to think so.
“I thought you said you slept nude,” she said, looking over at Faith in her underwear. She smirked and said, “Liar.”
“Ain’t gonna sleep naked when I got a friend over,” Faith told her, annoyed that Buffy thought she was calling her out. She did usually sleep naked, damnit. “Y’know, trying not to make you feel wicked uncomfortable or anything.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Faith; I’m not going to look. But if you’re really that embarrassed, I won’t pick on you.”
“I’m not fucking embarrassed, B,” Faith snapped. She really didn’t like the way Buffy said that to her, like she was adorable for her nonexistent embarrassment. It annoyed her, so Faith unhooked her bra and threw it at the back of Buffy’s head. “You fucking happy now? Not embarrassed. Jesus.”
Buffy froze when the bra hit her. Faith watched her pick up her bra without turning around and Faith didn’t have to see Buffy’s face to know she was smirking. Great, she was being played. Again. “What the hell are you doing, B?” she demanded.
“Trying to sleep; what are you doing?” Buffy answered as she leaned over to turn off the lights before crawling under the covers.
“Trying not to punch you in the face,” Faith answered flatly. “You’re screwing with me again. Do I have ‘Lesbian Experiences R Us’ tattooed across my fucking forehead or something?”
Buffy’s back was turned to her but Faith heard her sigh softly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Faith was expecting her to deny it, so she didn’t exactly have a retort for an apology. “I think it’s starting to become a habit.”
“What’s your endgame here, B?” Faith asked, needing to know before she’s driven completely insane. Buffy didn’t answer so she clarified, “Like what are you getting out of manipulating me to get naked? Cause I’m seriously this close to throwing you out. This is beyond fucking fair, Buffy.”
“Just forget it; put your clothes back on,” Buffy mumbled into her pillow.
“No,” Faith said, pulling off her underwear and throwing it across the room in a fit of annoyance. She turned around, getting up on her knees to tower over Buffy. “You wanted me naked? Well now I’m fucking naked. So you gonna actually do something about that or am I throwing you out on your ass?” She knew she sounded like an asshole, but this was far past ridiculous it wasn’t even funny. Faith didn’t enjoy getting played with and she had ben more than patient at this point.
It took a moment, but Buffy finally did roll over to face her. Faith couldn’t see Buffy’s expression very well in the dark, but she could easily hear her breath catch in her throat. She could feel her eyes all over her but it didn’t embarrass Faith in the slightest; if Buffy really wanted to look that badly, then fine. She had a nice body, she’ll admit that. Be stupid to think otherwise.
The one thing that was strange about it though was how hard Faith’s heart was beating in her chest. Sex usually meant jack squat to her, but for some reason the prospect of Buffy actually giving in seemed to excite her.
She was probably such a bad friend for that. Then again, not like Buffy’s been winning any award with her incessant teasing and manipulation.
“This is a little scarier than I thought it would be,” Buffy admitted softly. “I know I was trying to… but…” she trailed off and for once, Faith stayed quiet. Buffy needed to make her own decision right now. It was hard though, not to just do something about it. Her body was screaming to be touched but if she forced Buffy to do it, this wouldn’t end well.
Finally, Buffy moved to sit up a little. Faith expected her to say something, but instead she just touched Faith’s hip lightly, her thumb running along the curve of the brunette’s waist. Faith’s whole body stiffened as she fought with the last of her control. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until Buffy leaned in, placing a hot, open mouthed kiss at the base of her navel. Her breath came out sharply then and she slid her fingers through Buffy’s hair, closing her eyes as the blonde placed nervous kisses upwards, over her ribcage.
“B…” Faith breathed, fingers tightening in her hair as she got closer to her breast. “You know what you’re doing, right?”
“I think so,” Buffy whispered, her voice shaking a little from her nerves. Her breath was hot on Faith’s skin and it made goosebumps from all over her body. “Just… go slow, okay?” she requested, her voice sounding so tiny all of a sudden.
Part of Faith knew this was still a bad idea, but she relented with an, “Okay,” anyway. Buffy’s lips covered the curve of her breast for a moment, then hesitated for a second before she finally covered her nipple. Faith exhaled sharply as Buffy’s tongue gently teased her and her hands ran down the blonde’s back to unhook her bra, needing to get Buffy naked, like yesterday.
Buffy moved from Faith’s nipple to kiss over her chest once, then twice, before she got on her knees and sat up to face Faith fully as she carefully shrugged off her loosened bra. Faith had seen Buffy be a bad ass slayer, a drunken mess, and everything else in between it seemed, but she had never seen her look so completely vulnerable before. It did something to Faith and for the first time in her life, she thought about someone else’s needs while in bed with them. “I’m not going to hurt you, B,” she told her softly, needing her to know that.
“I know,” Buffy whispered, her fingers still lightly tracing the dip in Faith’s thigh. “This is just… a little scary for me.”
Faith leaned in and kissed her gently, trying to reassure her. When they broke she whispered across her lips, “Lay down, okay?” Buffy swallowed her nerves and nodded, shifting so she did as Faith asked. When her back was against the mattress she looped her thumbs around her panties, but paused before she pulled them down.
Faith moved to lie down as well, situating her body so she was pressed up against her, their legs intertwined. Buffy still looked really nervous so she leaned in and kissed her neck softly, covering one of Buffy’s hands that were frozen on her panties with her, gently encouraging her to pull them down. “Just lemme make you feel good, yeah?” she tried, not really knowing how to be the patient lover but trying nonetheless. Buffy let out a heavy breath and licked her lips, but she finally nodded and lifted her hips, allowing Faith to slide her underwear off her body.
“Okay,” Buffy said breathlessly, sounding a little disoriented for a moment. “I’m naked. Naked with Faith.”
Faith couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that as she climbed back up her body, hovering over her. “Yeah, you are.” Her eyes caught Buffy’s and she hated she had to ask this, but she did anyway. “Do you want me to stop?”
Faith really didn’t want to stop. It may just kill her.
“No,” Buffy told her quietly, which made Faith breathe a sigh of relief. “Just… you know, trying to take this all in,” she told her, emitting a little nervous laugh that quickly ended once she bit her bottom lip. Faith waited for a moment, allowing Buffy to get used to what was going on. “Faith?” she asked finally, sounding extremely vulnerable again. “Do you like me?”
Faith’s heart pounded in her chest and for the first time in her life; she was nervous. She gave her a small smile though and told her softly, “Yeah, B; I like ya.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she was admitting to, but it seemed to comfort Buffy that she said it because she took the initiative to lean up a little and kiss her softly.
Faith allowed herself to settle down on top of Buffy then and both girls groaned a little from the feeling of their naked bodies against each other. Faith plunged her tongue into Buffy’s mouth, her hips rocking slightly against Buffy’s thigh to get the friction she so desperately needed. That seemed to surprise Buffy though because she made a little sound in the back of her throat and Faith had to pull away for a second to make sure she wasn’t freaking out. “You alright?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, I just…” Buffy started, voice shaking a little. “I didn’t expect you to be so… wet.” She made a face, thinking she sounded stupid. “Sorry, I’m being really dumb. You’re probably hating this.”
Faith couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Buffy protested, sounding hurt.
Faith shook her head before she leaned in, kissing Buffy firmly on the lips for a moment. When she broke she told her, breath tickling her lips, “Not laughing at you, B. Just think it’s funny that you think that I hate having the prettiest chick in SunnyD naked in my bed.”
Buffy’s eyes caught hers and she reached up, touching Faith’s cheek lightly with her palm. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, like she wasn’t sure if she just heard Faith right.
“Prettiest chick I know,” Faith told her honestly because hell, she was. Buffy smiled a little before she leaned in, giving Faith a soft kiss. When they broke, Buffy kept her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against hers as she worked up the courage to ask, “Faith, will you… go down on me?” Faith could feel how hot her face got after she asked that, but she couldn’t help but grin.
“Thought ya’d never ask,” she replied as she wasting no time sliding her body down hers. Buffy let out a shaky breath as Faith began leaving wet kisses in her wake; down her neck, her chest, her stomach. When she settled between Buffy’s legs she kissed the inside of her thigh, making the blonde let out a small whimper as she shifted her legs, letting them fall open a little more. Her eyes were closed; like she was afraid to see the look on Faith’s face when she finally got a look at all of her.
Buffy was so wet that the smell was intoxicating Faith, but she didn’t want to just dive in head first and risk freaking her out. So she started to kiss slowly up one thigh, letting Buffy get used to the fact that she was down there and very much in her business now. After a moment, Faith watched Buffy’s hips twitch towards her, like she was trying to get her attention. That was all the confirmation she needed and she let her mouth wrap around Buffy’s hot center, sucking softly.
“Faith,” Buffy breathed, her fingers digging into the sheets below her as she strained to get her hips closer to her face. Now that she was down there, Faith wasn’t pulling any punches. Buffy tasted so fucking delicious that she dove into her work, wanting to make the girl beneath her writhe and pant her name into the darkness of the room, begging to be taken.
When she began to flick her tongue rhythmically against Buffy’s hardened nub, the girl gasped and grabbed a fistful of her hair, not exactly being gentle when she physically encouraged her to keep going. Not that Faith cared; Buffy could pull out a fistful of her hair and she’d still be having the best time of her fucking life. It didn’t take long before Buffy’s breathy pants turned into full on moans and she was practically humping her face as she begged, “Faith, please…”
Faith moved her lips to the inside of Buffy’s thigh to bite down on her a little roughly as she slid two fingers deep inside of her. Buffy cried out and tossed her head to the side, pleasure written all over her face as Faith started to move inside of her. Buffy was so tight that Faith’s insides clenched and her clit throbbed, not knowing how much more of this she could take before she needed to be touched.
For all of Buffy’s prior nervousness, now she seemed to have none at all as she frantically bucked her hips against Faith’s hand, needing her to go faster. Since Buffy seemed to be into it now, Faith risked it and moved up her body, colliding their lips as she continued to milk her for all she was worth. Buffy was panting against her lips and her hands grabbed for her, but it wasn’t where Faith needed her to go. “B, please,” Faith practically begged. “I need you to fuck me.”
Buffy opened her eyes to look at her after that request, but with another expert touch from Faith her eyes flew closed again and she moaned, arching her back. Faith was seriously just about to fuck herself at this point, but finally Buffy’s hand slid down her stomach until it got lost between her legs. Her fingers slipped against her clit a little nervously but Faith didn’t care; just one touch from her made her shut her eyes and bury her face in her neck, moaning in pleasure. She was already so on edge that she knew it wouldn’t take much.
Every stroke of Faith’s seemed to encourage Buffy to reciprocate and finally she was inside of her, fucking Faith with as much abandon as the woman on top of her. Faith panted hard from the pleasure Buffy was giving her and she used her free hand to slide her fingers through the blonde’s hair before grabbing a fistful and roughly forcing her head to turn so she could sink her teeth into her neck. Buffy swore loudly and the hand that was on her back grasped at her, digging her nails so hard into her skin Faith was sure she was bleeding. Their lips collided then, each kissing each other so roughly that they’re teeth smacked together.
But then suddenly Buffy turned her head to side, gasping, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” as Faith felt her clench hard around her fingers. She knew she was about to cum so she pressed her fingers against Buffy’s sweet spot, slipping her thumb over her clit to send her over the edge. Buffy screamed - like a for real about to make you go deaf kind of scream - as she came, her whole body tensing so hard that it made her fingers curl inside of Faith, hitting her g-spot so dead on that without any kind of warning Faith found herself riding out her own orgasm right after her.
Faith isn’t sure when they actually fell asleep, but when she woke up she was surprised to find her bed empty. Sure, it usually was the morning after because she’d kick the walking dildo out right after she came, but she knew she didn’t tell Buffy to leave. She opened her eyes and sat up, a little surprised to see Buffy hastily putting on her clothes like she was trying to run out the damn door.
“What the fuck are you doing? It’s like six in the morning, B,” Faith asked, yawning before rubbing her eyes roughly. Fuck. Too early to be awake. “Just come back to bed and I’ll walk you home later,” she requested, knowing she sounded grumpy. Whatever, it was early and she had to right to be.
Buffy seemed startled when she realized Faith was awake and she looked up at her, eyes wide. Faith felt her stomach drop to the floor; she knew that look. While usually she didn’t give a fuck if someone she just nailed regretted what they did after, for some reason Buffy regretting it made her feel sick. It didn’t make any sense; she did everything right! She went slow and she was patient and… fuck, Faith wanted to punch something. “B…” she tried.
“I have to go,” Buffy told her in a rush, slipping back on her heels as she averted her gaze. She nearly tripped as she stood up in a rush, trying to make it out the door. But Faith was up in a flash, grabbing Buffy’s forearm to stop her.
“Don’t leave,” she requested, knowing she sounded really fucking stupid right now, but not caring in the slightest. She didn’t know why, but right now this was killing her. Buffy was her best friend and she was so scared that she just fucked that all to hell and back again.
Buffy looked at her, looking halfway between being terrified and upset. “I thought you always had your lovers leave when you were done,” she reminded her softly.
“Not…” Faith sighed, hating that she cared so much right now. “Not you, B. I… want you to stay.” It was hard for her to say out loud, but she got through it. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter much.
“I’m sorry,” Buffy told her regrettably, wrenching her arm out of Faith’s grasp and opening her door. “I just can’t do this right now… this is way too much for me the handle.” Her voice was shaking.
“Buffy…” Faith tried again, but Buffy just shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she told her again before she just… she just fucking left.
Faith stood there as she watched the door close behind Buffy, not understanding why she felt like she wanted to scream, punch something, and cry all the same time. She knew, she fucking knew that sleeping with Buffy would be a bad idea but it just… damnit, even though it was slow and kind of awkward at first, it was seriously the best sex she ever had in her life. Maybe just because Buffy fucking… cared, or something.
Shit.
Faith made her way back to the bed, sliding under the covers and curling into a ball as she stared at the far wall, trying not to cry like some kind of pansy bitch. It was stupid that she cared so much but she couldn’t… fuck, she just couldn’t help it.
Faith always lived her life without any regrets but just then she regretted ever giving in to weakness, because she had probably just lost the best friend she ever had in her life…
- FIN -