fanfiction || the chain of destiny || buffy/faith || part twenty one

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Title: The Chain of Destiny
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta(s): supershineygirl & Frass
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Word Length Thus Far: 174,589 words
Timeline: *** AU *** Welcome to me screwing with canon for my own pleasure. Buffy and Faith aren't slayers (yet), Buffy grew up in Sunnydale all her life and is the picture of popularity. Faith moved to Sunnydale eight months ago with her mother and is befriended by only Willow and Xander. I take liberties with canon events and facts and twist them to mold to my needs, you'll learn to either love or hate me for it, I'm sure.
Summary: All her life, Faith struggled with being a nobody. Then suddenly she's hit with the revelation that she's a potential Slayer, and that she and another girl that she's always despised are just pawns in the game of destiny, fate, and maybe even the end of the world...
A/N: Hold onto your hats, boys and girls. This will be one LONG ride...
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE | PART TEN | PART ELEVEN | PART TWELVE | PART THIRTEEN | PART FOURTEEN | PART FIFTEEN | PART SIXTEEN | PART SEVENTEEN | PART EIGHTEEN | PART NINETEEN | PART TWENTY

CHAPTER FORTY ONE
H&H

It’s fucking ridiculous how much slaying makes Faith hungry and horny.

At first she figured it was just a fluke; like she hadn’t eaten dinner yet and she was watching Buffy kick ass, so who wouldn’t want to scarf down a cheeseburger and then fuck their girl into the waking hours of the morning? However as the weeks wore on, Giles began to insist that they work separately; cover more ground. Sunnydale did have twelve cemeteries, after all. Faith was still being chaperoned far more than Buffy was, since she was the new bitch on the Slayer block, but tonight was the first night he let her go out alone.

And holy fuck did she kick some ass. She even got to bag some nasty demon fucker that was like seven feet tall and smelled strangely of bacon grease. She was sore, she was tired, but at the end of the day she had a huge ass smile on her face as she walked to her motel room, grabbing a half a dozen burgers from the Doublemeat Palace on the way.

As Faith makes her way down the cement sidewalk, she happily munches on her burgers. In all honesty, her appetite has been insane lately. It’s like the more food she shovels into her mouth, the faster her body digests it and she’s hungry again. It’s strange though; she’s never seen Buffy eat that much... ever. Like, she’s seen her munch on crackers and shit or eat an apple, but not much else.

Faith thought it might have been just her, but then she began to notice how Buffy would make sure no one was actually around when she ate anything besides a snack. She’s probably just embarrassed about it or something, but fuck; what’s there to be embarrassed about? Most people would kill to be able to eat whatever the hell they wanted and still look this good.

This H&H thing every night though is kinda killing her. It’s been three weeks since she and Buffy first started dating and the closest they had got to fucking was Faith brushing her fingertips over Buffy’s underwear-clad clit before the girl nearly had a heart attack. To be fair, they were in the Bronze in front of a ton of people at the time, but still. Patience is one thing, but this is torture.

Faith often wondered how Buffy could stand it, cause she couldn’t be the only one feeling this shit, right? This didn’t start happening until she became a Slayer. But either Buffy didn’t feel it or she had learned to be incredibly poised about the whole thing. It was frustrating; Faith wanted to be fucking like rabbits in heat right about now, but the only action she’s been getting lately was with her right hand.

Things were still a little off between them though. While Buffy was starting to become closer to her, there was still some obvious distance between them, especially when Kennedy was around. Buffy was still royally pissed at her, which always tended to cause some sniping while they were all training. However, Kennedy did apologize to Faith about a week ago, admitting that she was a little jealous and that she was sorry she had been ‘such a bitch lately’; her words. So they went out to the Bronze, just the two of them one night, and Faith helped her hook up with some hot bitch so she could do the whole rebound thing, or whatever it was. Kennedy was cool, at least when they weren’t yelling at each other, so Faith was happy that they found some sort of middle ground.

Not that she’s told Buffy that though. Faith isn’t sure how Buffy would feel about her going out for a night with Kennedy, even if they did go as just friends. Better safe than sorry, so Faith never brought it up to her.

Outside of that whole drama though, things had been progressing pretty damn good. Faith had taken her on a couple dates already and while none of them were ever ‘perfect’, she came pretty damn close, if you ask her. Well, as close as she could get anyway, which was somewhere north of ‘mediocre.’ Regardless, Faith found it didn’t suck so much to be tied down. Buffy was a cool chick, so it could be worse, she figures.

School was weird though. Faith’s never been one to show emotion or mushiness (translation: weakness) in public, so she kinda distances herself from Buffy while she’s there to save her rep. They got into it over that a couple days ago, but c’mon… baby steps, right? Faith already feels like she’s flying headfirst into a brick wall with how fast they’ve gone with this whole girlfriend thing, the least Buffy could do was allow her some time to get used to being that way in front of everyone who’s supposed to be scared of her.

Buffy agreed, though reluctantly. She still doesn’t seem entirely thrilled by it.

As Faith walks into her hotel room, she throws her battle axe on the floor (a gift from Giles - pretty much the coolest fucking thing ever) and flops down on her bed as she begins to take off her shoes. Her body’s humming with the affects from her earlier slays and now that her hunger’s been taking care of, she knows it’s time to take care of that other H.

Before she does that however, she finds herself crossing the room barefoot, making her way over to her mother’s door. She needs to check on her. Though Caroline has been doing relatively well with trying to come off of blow, she frequently has night sweats and high fevers. It’s diminished slightly this week though and when Faith peeks her head into the room, she finds her mother fast asleep in her bed, looking relatively healthy. Breathing a sigh of relief, Faith slips back into her room. It’s been a bit touch and go lately, but they’ve been getting through it.

Honestly, seeing her Mum really fucking try for once made Faith really proud. She knows it’s hard, it’s hard as hell, but she’s doing it. Like honest to God fucking doing it.

Faith would like to be able to say the same thing, that she’s quit alcohol and hasn’t done it since her mother banned her, but that’d be a lie. She didn’t drink as often, but she still does it when she can. But fuck it; she’s a teenager. She’s got a shit ton of years down the road before it actually becomes a full blown problem.

Faith begins to strip off her clothing, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a moment as she stares at the phone on the bedside table. She wants to call Buffy, but it’s late; like wicked fucking late. If she wakes up Buffy’s mom, she’s gonna be pissed. But she hasn’t seen her all day and she’s horny as fuck and she just wants to… whatever, hear her voice or something? She doesn’t mean that as girly as it sounds.

Once Faith’s naked, she climbs into bed and grabs the phone off of the receiver, pausing for a moment before her fingers hit the buttons. God, she hopes Buffy’s actually home right now; she was out Slaying over at Oak Hill earlier. That place has a nasty habit of being filled with vamps, but knowing Buffy she probably staked their asses with time to spare. Maybe her pussy is overriding her good sense, but Faith finds herself dialing Buffy’s number without any more hesitation.

It only rings once. “Hello?” Buffy answers in a whisper, sounding both annoyed and confused at someone calling at this time of night.

“Hey,” Faith replies as she settles back against her pillows, running her hand lightly over her stomach. She’s grinning ear to ear; she totally needed this. The way she figures it, she’ll talk to Buffy for a bit and then when they hang up she can fuck herself, having a better sense of how Buffy will sound when they finally get down to doing the dirty.

Easier to imagine it when she’s just been speaking to her, Faith found.

“Faith, it’s three thirty in the morning,” Buffy responds, sounding a little miffed.

Faith hesitates for only a second as she tries to figure out what could get Buffy to stay on the phone. “I know. Just… wanted to hear your voice,” Faith replies. She heard that line in a movie once and the chick swooned. Buffy seems to be no different.

“Really?” Buffy asks. Faith can hear the smile in her voice. Score.

“What are you wearin’?” Faith asks, then immediately slaps herself on the forehead as she realizes what just came out of her mouth. “I mean, what are you doin’?” she corrects herself quickly. While having phone sex with Buffy would be great, Faith’s pretty sure Buffy isn’t up to that point in their relationship yet. She’s barely even acknowledged that she masturbates.

Faith can hear Buffy snort lightly in amusement, but she answers, “I’m sitting on my bed, eating a yogurt.” She pauses for a moment before she tells her, sounding far too amused by this than should be legal, “And I’m wearing my robe, if you must know.”

Uggfff.

Faith tries like hell not to voice that actual sound out loud and there’s a noticeable pause as her brain mentally undresses Buffy from that robe. It’s surprising though; Buffy indulging in her curiosity. Faith never thought she would. So, because she’s Faith, she tries to push it a little further. “Ya got anything on under that robe?”

Buffy emits a shy giggle, but tries to play coy. “You’ll just have to use your imagination.”

“Oh, trust me; I am,” Faith tells her, voice coming out in almost a feral growl. Shit, she wasn’t actually expecting Buffy to flirt back with her like this. Maybe H&H really does affect her; she’s just shyer about it.

She doesn’t know what the fuck’s going on with that yogurt nonsense though. Girl’s probably eating a whole pizza and lying about it.

There’s a distinct pause for a moment before Buffy’s curiosity apparently gets the best of her. “What are you wearing?” she asks. Faith smirks.

“Nothin’.”

Buffy stumbles over that for a moment, like she isn’t sure she heard her correctly. “Nothing? As in… nothingness? Non-existence of any clothing at all?” Her voice gets a little higher after each word she speaks and Faith tries like hell not to laugh.

“Yeah, B. Nothin’, as in I’m sitting here talkin’ to you buck naked.”

There’s a very long pause after that.

“Oh,” Buffy finally says, her voice coming out as nothing more than a breathy whisper now. She’s obviously entertaining that thought in her head. “Oh, I… okay. Uh…”

“I sleep that way,” Faith explains, hoping that it’ll calm Buffy’s nerves down some if she knows she ain’t just naked cause she’s on the phone with her.

“Oh!” Buffy exclaims, much too enthusiastic about this revelation. “I knew that, yeah. Duh. Because, you know, clothes are… bad… and everything…” she trails off and Faith doesn’t have to see her to know she winced at how that came out. It did sound kinda awkward. “I mean, not bad, obviously,” Buffy tries to explain, attempting to cover up the awkwardness with an even more awkward explanation, “just, uncomfortable! To sleep in, you know, because of all the… uh, material. Yeah.”

Faith can’t hold it in any longer: she laughs. “Just take a breath, B,” she advises, which prompts Buffy to mumble something that sounds a lot like an embarrassed ‘shut up.’

There’s another long pause after that, but Faith is determined to keep the flirting going as it’s driving her libido forward. “Kinda wish you were here right now…” she tells her, fingers slightly teasing her nipples.

“Only kind of?” Buffy asks softly, her voice shy. Faith bites her lower lip, smirking a bit.

“More than kind of. Wanna see you in that robe,” she tells her, voice low as she continues to tweak her nipples, pulling on them just hard enough to emit sparks that shoot right down to her center. She purses her lips and cradles the phone to ear before she finishes softly, “Kinda want to take the robe off of ya, actually…”

Faith can hear Buffy’s breathing shallow for a second, followed by silence. She finally asks, “Wait, are we having phone sex?”

Leave it to Buffy to ask that.

Faith can’t help but chuckle a little. “Not gonna lie; was kinda tryin’.” The long pause that follows that makes Faith’s hand still on her breast, realizing that she’s probably pushing Buffy too far. “You freaking?” she asks.

“A little,” Buffy admits quietly. “I just… I’ve never…”

“Ya don’t gotta talk dirty to me, if you don’t want to,” Faith tries, trying to work around Buffy’s nerves. “You can tell me about what you slayed tonight, or whatever. Don’t care, just wanna… y’know, hear your voice.”

“While you…?” Buffy asks, the unfinished question being clear enough for Faith.

“Yeah.”

She can hear Buffy let out a heavy breath at the confirmation and the silence that follows nearly kills Faith. But she stays silent, letting this be Buffy’s decision. Finally though the blonde starts, sounding a little nervous, “The first vamp I found I think used to be my Biology sub in middle school…”

Faith’s eyes go wide. Buffy’s actually letting her do this? Holy shit.

“Or, I don’t know, he looked like him,” Buffy goes on as Faith closes her eyes, settling back into her bed. She’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all. She skips her breasts this time and goes straight to the goods as Buffy continues, “Anyway, if he was my Bio sub he must have been dead awhile because he didn’t look like he had aged much. For a nerd, he was actually pretty good at fighting and I ended up totally ruining my knock off Manolo Blahniks when he threw me into a pile of mud.”

“Sucks,” Faith responds, thinking she should at least attempt to contribute a little to this conversation. Her voice is heavy though, her breathing already a little ragged as she slips her fingers over her clit, pushing her hips into her hand.

“Uhh… y-yeah,” Buffy stutters for a moment, hearing how turned on Faith’s getting. Her voice shakes with nerves and her own breathing gets a little heavier from the sounds Faith’s making, but she goes on, “They’re my favorite shoes, so… so I was pretty pissed off.” She pauses, listening to Faith for a moment before she swallows and continues, “Then I screamed at him ‘do you know how much these things are worth?’ and he actually had the nerve to call me out and tell me they’re knock offs!”

“Rude,” Faith responds, though is barely listening by now. She can hear Buffy’s voice, her tone, but she’s having trouble actually focusing on actual words. She bites back a moan as she slips her fingers over her clit harder, bucking her hips into her hand. Though she can stifle her moans, she can’t hide how labored her breathing has gotten and it seems to finally be getting to Buffy.

“Y-Yeah,” she stammers, her own voice sounding much shallower. “He might… have been… gay-God, Faith; you’re being really distracting,” she interrupts herself in a rush, sounding like she’s trying to control her own hormones after Faith emits an involuntary moan. “I can’t… I can’t think.”

“Sorry,” Faith apologizes breathlessly. She’s not really sorry at all. Actually at this point, she’s pretty firmly camped in ‘this is fucking awesome’ land. “You don’t… gotta talk,” she tries, pursing her lips together for a moment as she slips her fingers inside of herself, “Just… breathe…” the sound of Buffy’s labored breathing was good enough for her at the moment.

“Breathe?” Buffy asks, sounding halfway between confused and turned on.

“Yeah,” Faith responds, her voice almost a gasp as her hips twitch involuntarily. “Uggff, fuck,” she gasps out, unable to keep it in any longer as she speeds up the pace of her fingers, twisting them slightly before slamming them back into her body. She can hear Buffy’s breath catch in her throat and the blonde is silent for awhile, listening to Faith get herself off.

It isn’t long before Faith knows exactly what she’s doing. Buffy’s breathing changes slightly, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as she can’t take it anymore and starts touching herself. The sound turns Faith on immensely and she begins to imagine what Buffy’s doing to herself right now. She’s trying to hide it - Buffy that is - but Faith’s heard women get themselves off more times than she should probably be proud of and there’s no mistaking the sounds she’s hearing.

“Wish I was fucking you ‘stead of myself,” Faith pants out, sliding her thumb over her clit as she pushes her fingers deeper into herself. “Wanna have you fuck my face ‘till you cum in my mouth… wanna get ya thrashin’ and grabbin’ at the bed sheets as you scream my name…”

Buffy tries to stifle a moan at that, but fails miserably. ”Shit,” she breathes, probably pissed off that she let that slip and now Faith knows exactly what she’s doing. She sounds embarrassed and Faith can hear her shuffling around, probably halting what she was doing not moments previously. Faith doesn’t approve of that.

“Don’t stop, B,” Faith pleads breathlessly, slowing down her ministrations momentarily so she can actually form proper words. “Don’t fuckin’ stop… okay? Fuck everything, fuck bein’ embarrassed about it. I ain’t… ain’t gonna…. Jesus,” she loses her concentration momentarily and is interrupted by a moan, but she takes a breath after, trying to get relatively back on track. “I just… wanna fuckin’ do this with you, okay?” she pleads, voice heavily labored.

“I…” Buffy starts, but trails off rather quickly. Faith can hear how turned on she in her voice and she’s fucking praying she gives in. There’s a heavy silence that hangs in the air before Buffy asks softly, “Just keep talking?” She sounds incredibly embarrassed, but that’s still a good enough confirmation for Faith. Embarrassed or not, Buffy still wants to get off.

“Every time I fuck myself I think about fucking you,” Faith tells her, speeding up the pace of her fingers as she clenches her eyes tightly shut. “Fuck, B… I… uggff…” she interrupts herself as she hears Buffy quietly whimper in her ear; it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever heard in her life. “I wanna have you tearin’ at my back as I slam into you so hard you see stars in your eyes. I wanna lick every inch of your fuckin’ body. I wanna… oh, fuck…” Her inner walls clench hard as she hears Buffy moan, not holding back this time.

God, she wishes more than anything that she was here right now. She’d fuck her so hard she wouldn’t know what hit her.

“Put your fingers inside of yourself,” Faith instructs breathlessly.

“They…” Buffy tries, but is cut off by another moan. Faith gets it: they already are. Pretty sure Buffy doesn’t wanna say it out loud though. As far as steps go, this is a pretty damn big one in their relationship.

“Good,” Faith encourages her softly, her breathing ragged as she slips her thumb over her clit a little harder. “Pretend it me… pretend it’s me fucking you, B. I wanna be the one that makes you feel this way. I wanna be the one that makes you cum.”

“Faith…” Buffy whimpers softly. Hearing Buffy say her name like that does something to Faith deep inside and she moans, slamming her fingers into herself harder as her insides clench. She knows she’s not gonna last long. There’s just something about Buffy’s voice when she’s turned on- hell, Faith’s heard many women moan, pant, gasp but B… Buffy… fuck, she was the hottest.

“Fuck, B,” Faith moans, tossing her head to the side as her hips pump frantically against her hand. “Jesus Christ… you sound so fuckin’ sexy…” She bites back another moan once she hears Buffy getting a little louder. She keeps saying her name and it’s driving Faith insane. She wishes she could just go over there right now and fuck her into oblivion.

Faith starts to feel the familiar burn start in the pit of her stomach as she becomes lightheaded. She can’t speak anymore, but that’s okay cause neither can Buffy. They’re panting, moaning into the phone as they each get closer to the edge. Faith pictures Buffy with her fingers buried in her cunt, mouth slightly open and her eyes closed as she pleasures herself and the image alone is almost enough to make Faith cum instantly. She cries out loudly as she presses against her g spot, head swimming with the sound of Buffy’s pleasure from the other end of the phone.

And then Buffy pants out, “Oh god… Oh, Faith… I wish you were here…” and suddenly Faith’s coming harder than she ever has in her life. She screams out something inaudible that was supposed to be Buffy’s name, but it turned out to be more like a mess of incoherent vowel sounds and strangled cries than anything else. Her whole body feels like its humming; her insides are clenching hard around her fingers and she bucks her hips, riding out her high.

When she’s finally competent enough, she notices Buffy’s breathing has calmed down significantly, even though Faith’s pretty sure she didn’t have an orgasm yet. “You cum?” she asks her breathlessly. Never in her life has she had to ask that before, but it’s over the phone and maybe Faith’s screams drowned her out or something.

“I… uh. Shit, I think my Mom’s awake,” Buffy whispers in the phone suddenly, ignoring her question. “I have to go.” Faith tries to say something, but is cut off by the click of the phone as the line goes dead.

Okay, what the hell? If that doesn’t spell avoiding the question, Faith doesn’t know what does. She knows Buffy’s voice when she’s lying; her Mom isn’t awake. So why the hell was she so quick to get her off the phone? Faith can’t think of any other reason besides-

Holy shit.

Has Buffy never had an orgasm?!

CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Operation: Orgasm

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Faith!” Buffy hisses, eyes wide as she practically shoves her against the lockers, hand clamped over her mouth. “What is wrong with you?” She’s looking around, fearful someone heard Faith’s question. Faith smirks from beneath her hand before she reaches up, moving it away from her mouth.

“Chill, B. Ain’t no one payin’ attention to us; they’re too busy trying to get the hell outta dodge.” It’s the end of the school day and everyone’s busy getting their shit out of their lockers and bolting out the front door. No one wants to stay in this hell hole very long.

“Whatever,” Buffy responds, throwing her book bag over her shoulder and glaring at her a little. “We’re not having this conversation.” She pushes past Faith, heading down the hall towards the door. The brunette cocks an eyebrow at that, then follows.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s personal, Faith!” Buffy exclaims, sounding really annoyed for such a simple question. It makes Faith think she already knows the answer. The blonde starts walking faster, like she’s trying to get rid of her. But please, like Faith’s really gonna let this go that easily? She matches Buffy stride for stride, which seems to only annoy her further once they make it halfway across the commons, nearing the sidewalk.

“Oh my god, are you going to follow me the whole way?” Buffy asks, stopping suddenly to round on her, hands on her hips.

“We’re both goin’ to Giles’; figured we’d walk it together,” Faith replies innocently. Buffy narrows her eyes, not buying it. Even when Giles said to meet them right after school, Faith would always want to go home first and then come in late.

“Fine, but we’re not discussing this. It’s none of your business,” Buffy tells her shortly before she turns, starting to walk away again.

“B, I’m your fuckin’ girlfriend!” Faith exclaims, jogging to catch up with her. She puts her hand on Buffy’s shoulder, turning her around to face her. “Kinda think that makes it my business.”

Buffy shoves Faith’s hand off of her, glaring at her. “Well then you’d be wrong. Just leave me alone,” she snaps, turning to storm off again. Faith watches her go for a moment and sighs heavily. No wonder she’s like this; Faith’s sure she’d be an uber bitch too if she wasn’t able to have orgasms.

Faith eventually does catch up with her, but doesn’t say anything for a minute. They walk in silence, Buffy silently fuming. Finally Faith says softly, “Look… didn’t mean to make you get all pissy at me; was just askin’ a question.”

Buffy doesn’t say anything.

“And, y’know, alotta bitches-” Buffy shoots her a death glare and Faith revises, “Er, I mean women, haven’t had an orgasm before. Ain’t like you’re weird or anything.” She saw some kind of documentary on TV once about women’s sexuality. And hey, ain’t like she’s gonna flip the switch when they’re talking about girls having orgasms.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Buffy tells her flatly as she turns away from her, staring straight ahead of her as they walked side by side down the street.

Well, Buffy may not wanna talk about it, but when the hell has Faith ever listened? Besides, she doesn’t want her to feel like a freak or anything. Hell, Faith’s pretty damn sure once Buffy gets in bed with her she’ll be cumming a goddamn rainbow - she hasn’t failed to get a woman off yet, anyway.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that I saw this thing that said that most chicks can’t get off when they’re just getting penetrated. Like seventy percent or something wacked. Were you playin’ with your clit when we were on the phone too? Cause-”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Buffy replies, quickly getting mortified. Her face is turning red as she tells her, “We are not discussing last night in graphic detail. It just… it happened, okay? Leave it.”

“Why are you getting bitchy at me?” Faith asks, getting kinda annoyed at being shut down when she’s actually trying to be the caring girlfriend for once. Excuse her for actually giving a shit that her girlfriend’s never had the pleasure of an orgasm in her life.

“Because I don’t want to fucking talk about it!” Buffy shrieks, stopping mid stride to turn and look at her. Christ, she’s furious. Faith holds up her hands in surrender, backing away a little.

“Okay, sorry.”

Jeez. Talk about hormonal.

Buffy clenches her jaw as she stares at her for a moment, but before she turns away Faith notices her eyes are watering. Oh god, she just made her cry. Fuck, way to go, Lehane. She knew Buffy was getting pissed, but she didn’t think this topic was that emotional for her. They’re just orgasms, she’ll have one eventually, right? Hopefully sooner rather than later, if Faith has anything to say about it.

“Shit, don’t cry…” she tries, but apparently Faith knowing that she’s getting upset seems to make her even more upset.

“Just leave me alone!” she shrieks, trying to get away from her. But she only makes it two steps before Faith stops her.

“No, B, c’mon, I’m sorry…” she apologizes, taking Buffy in her arms from behind and wrapping around her. Buffy doesn’t sink back into her, but she doesn’t move to get away either. “I didn’t mean to get you all upset.” Buffy purses her lips and doesn’t say anything, but she does lean a little further back into Faith. The brunette kisses the top of her head as Buffy wraps her hands around Faith’s arms that are enveloping her waist. She sighs.

“You just… you don’t understand…” Buffy tries softly, sounding really upset still.

“Tryin’ to,” Faith tells her softly, nuzzling into her neck. “But ya ain’t talkin’ to me about it.” She places a small kiss below Buffy’s ear and she feels the blonde relax a little more in her arms.

“I just… I thought you would laugh, or make fun of me, and I didn’t…” her voice breaks a little and she looks down at the pavement.

“B, the last thing I’m gonna do is make fun of ya. Besides, you know you just gave me a mission right? That ain’t no laughing matter,” she tells her, smiling a bit at her attempt at humor. Buffy doesn’t seem to think it’s funny, but she doesn’t get offended by it either so Faith figures she could’ve done worse. Buffy doesn’t say anything at all, her eyes still trained on the ground. Finally she shrugs a little lifelessly.

“It just drives me crazy sometimes,” she admits softly. Faith can only imagine.

“Look, if you want… I could fix that problem for you,” she replies softly, knowing she’s treading in dangerous waters by bringing this up. But she can’t help it. She fucking hates seeing Buffy all upset like this. “I mean, we could just fuck off the training thing and go back to mine and I could, I dunno, go down on you or whatever.”

The silence that follows that statement has to be the longest silence Faith has ever had to endure in her whole life. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the desired result.

Buffy pushes away before looking back at her, seriously offended. “You’re fucking intolerable sometimes, do you know that? Leave it to you to try to turn an emotional problem of mine into a way for you to get laid!”

“What?” Faith asks, seriously confused by how pissed she’s getting. “Whoa, wait!” she calls out as Buffy starts to storm away again. She grabs her arm and pulls her towards her, trying to explain. “I wasn’t trying to get laid, B! Jesus Christ. You don’t have to do me, you don’t even have to see me naked, I don’t give a flying fuck; I was just trying to do something for you! I fuckin’ hate that this shit upsets you and I was just trying to find some kind of solution!”

Buffy stares at her for a moment, tightlipped. She looks her over, as if trying to decide if Faith’s actually being sincere. Finally she lets out the breath she’d been holding and says, “I’m sorry. This topic is just… really stressing me out.”

Understatement.

“Look, it’s fine if you don’t want to…” Faith tries, but she’s cut off by Buffy.

“I’m not… saying that I don’t,” she tells her carefully, looking a little awkward to be talking about it like this. Faith tries to keep her face neutral even though she feels like doing a happy dance across the damn street. “But this is something that will probably require a lot of patience from you and, ah… that’s not exactly your strongest quality.”

True, but regardless. “Pretty sure I could go down on you for hours, B,” Faith replies honestly, with only a hint of a smirk adorning her features. Buffy flushes a deep crimson at that thought and averts her gaze. “Soooo…” Faith drags out, since Buffy doesn’t seem to want to contribute anything. “We gonna go back to mine?” She tries not to sound too hopeful, but she knows she does anyway. Buffy purses her lips, staring at her shoes.

“Yeah,” she affirms quietly. But before Faith can say anything she looks up at her quickly, needing to make something clear. “But we’re just going over there, alright? I need a break from training and I just… I don’t know, I want to spend some alone time with you. This is kind of a ‘whatever happens, happens’ moment; we’re not scheduling an appointment for me to have an orgasm, okay? Because that’s just weird.”

“’Kay,” Faith replies, trying to keep her face neutral. But hell, that was good enough of a ‘yes’ for her! And if Faith’s good at one thing, it’s seducing women.

Operation: Orgasm is officially a go.

* * *

“Faith, you’re squishing me.”

As far as seduction plans go, Faith’s had… better. Then again, not like it’s her fault. Buffy has had one complaint after another ever since they started making out, though Faith knows it’s only because she’s nervous about where it could end up leading and is stalling. Some of her ‘amazing’ stalling tactics have included:

“It’s too bright in here.”

“You don’t have enough pillows.”

“I think a spring is poking into my back.”

“Maybe we should light some candles.”

Then five minutes later:

“Maybe we should put out the candles in case we knock them over and start a fire.”

Really, the amount of Buffy’s excuses has been ridiculous. But Faith’s complied with every one of them; she drew the curtains closed, she borrowed some pillows from her Mum’s bed, she checked out the spring issue (there was no issue, by the way), and then she lit some candles that she found in her Mum’s room, only to put them out directly after.

Buffy wasn’t kidding when she said this would take patience.

Faith moves so her body weight isn’t directly on top of Buffy, not even bothering to apologize anymore as she presses her lips against hers for the umpteenth time. She’s trying, God fucking help her she’s trying really hard right now to be the good girlfriend, but she only has so much patience. So when Buffy moves to say something for the thousandth time, Faith lets out a sigh of aggravation and rolls off of her, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t even let her get a word out; she knows it’ll just be another excuse.

“I give up.”

Buffy gives her an indignant look. “I was going to say that I wanted you to take off your shirt.” Faith gives her a skeptical look and turns her head to face her.

“No, you weren’t,” she replies, calling her out.

“I so was!” Buffy protests. Faith just continues to give her a look of ‘yeah right’ and after a moment Buffy sighs. “Okay, no I wasn’t,” she admits softly. “I’m sorry; I know I’m driving you crazy right now.”

“S’Cool,” Faith mumbles.

It’s so not cool.

Buffy squishes her face to the side in guilt before she moves to lie with her, settling her head on Faith’s breast as she wraps an arm around her waist. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes again. “I’ve just… I mean, I’ve never…”

“Been with a chick before,” Faith finishes for her softly. “Yeah, I know.” She’s trying not to sound too disappointed; this was supposed to be all about Buffy after all, but she can’t help it.

Buffy shakes her head. “No. Well, I mean yeah but… but that’s not what I was going to say.” She turns up her face to look at Faith, whose eyebrows are furrowed. Faith runs her fingers through her hair as she watches Buffy take a nervous breath. “I, um… well, this is-okay. I… well, no one has ever-uhh, you know. To me.” She looks embarrassed and Faith’s eyes nearly bug out of her head.

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?!” she exclaims, unable to wrap her head around that concept. She turns quickly, sliding out from under Buffy so she can be the one to look down at her. “Was Scott mentally retarded or something?” For fucks sake, they dated forever.

“No,” Buffy replies, narrowing her eyes a little. “He just… well, I think it kind of grossed him out.” She looks self-conscience about it and she averts her gaze.

“Dude, he’s so fucking gay,” Faith says, still not being able to properly comprehend this information.

“He’s not gay…”

“B, a straight dude wouldn’t pass up pussy,” Faith tells her seriously. “He’s gotta prefer the dick-suckin’ side of life if he didn’t want to go down on you.” Buffy flushes a little and bites her lower lip softly, still looking a little insecure. She shrugs lightly.

“I just… I guess I worry that… um,” but she doesn’t finish her sentence and so Faith has to lightly poke her side.

“What?”

Buffy won’t look at her as she admits quietly, “That you won’t like it either.” Her fingers pick at the sheets below her as she chews on her bottom lip. She sounds legitimately scared of that prospect.

“Uh, B? Have you met me?”

Come on, now. Faith’s favorite thing in the world is pussy.

“No, I know, I…” she sighs, still not looking at her. “But everyone tastes differently, right? What if I don’t… taste good to you?” Her cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red. She clearly doesn’t want to be talking about this, but Faith’s actually glad she is. She’s never been a real big talker, but sex? She can talk about that all night long. This is her area.

“You’ve never tasted yourself?” Faith asks, surprised.

“No!” Buffy exclaims in a wave of embarrassment, finally looking at Faith with her jaw dropped, like she’s never heard of such a ridiculous idea. “Have you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Faith replies, with a little ‘duh’ in her tone. “Pretty sure most chicks wonder about it, so… y’know, we try it out.” She smirks a little as she tells her, “I taste pretty fuckin’ good, in case you were wondering.”

Buffy can’t help but roll her eyes at Faith’s moment of self-centeredness. “I’m sure,” she tells her, half serious yet still half mocking her. Faith smirks as she looks down at Buffy, but her face softens when she sees the worry cross over her features again.

“B, you seriously got nothing to worry about. I promise,” Faith tells her, smoothing the hair away from Buffy’s brow with her fingertips. “But if it’s freakin’ ya out that much, maybe you should just… y’know, try a sample or whatever.”

Buffy’s eyes go wide as saucers. “Oh my god, no!” she protests, looking horrified by the idea. “That’s… that’s… I don’t know, really unclassy and kind of gross! I’m not going to stick my hand down my panties and… and…” she can’t even say it. She’s starting to look really flustered.

“Only gross if you make it out to be,” Faith tells her. “Besides, it’s just me here; I ain’t gonna judge ya.”

“The walls are going to judge me, Faith! Oh my god.” Buffy covers her face with her hands, looking mortified.

“Well then let me do it,” Faith offers, shrugging. Buffy takes her hands away from her face to stare at her, jaw dropped slightly.

“You… you want to…?”

“Kinda been what I’ve been tryin’ to get at for the past couple months, so haveta say yeah,” Faith replies, smirking a little. “Besides, be wicked hot to see you taste yourself on my fingers.”

“This is so embarrassing,” Buffy groans, apparently not seeing the sexy in this at all. She buries her face in Faith’s chest, hiding. When she speaks next, it comes out muffled against Faith’s shirt. “Can we just… go back to making out? I don’t want to talk about this anymore; this is a new level of awkward that I am just so not ready for.”

“Yeah, s’cool. Whatever ya wanna do,” Faith replies. She’s not gonna bitch as long as she gets to do something. Besides, ‘making out’ for them when they’re alone usually mean second base, and Faith ain’t gonna pass up playing with Buffy’s tits. “Ain’t gonna push.”

Faith knows better than to push, or at least she does now anyway. She gets a way better response from Buffy if she just lets her do shit on her terms.

Buffy peeks up at her, giving her a small smile of gratitude before she leans in, kissing Faith softy on the lips. When they break she pulls back a little, cupping Faith’s cheek with her hand as she lightly smiles. “You’re a really good girlfriend, Faith,” she whispers, keeping eye contact to let her know she’s being serious. “I just wanted you to know that.”

Faith raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Uh, okay?” She doesn’t know how she managed to do that, but fucking ten points for her, right? Still a weird thing to wrap her head around though. She always thought she’d suck at this kind of thing. “You sure you didn’t hit your head on anything?” she asks. Buffy giggles.

“I’m sure,” she tells her before she leans up again, this time kissing Faith with a little more force as she wraps her arms around her neck, pulling the brunette on top of her.

Faith wastes no time slipping her leg between hers, pressing her thigh to her center and making Buffy emit a quiet gasp. She uses that opportunity to slip her tongue into Buffy’s mouth, milking a small whimper from the girl beneath her as her hand grips her hip tightly, holding her down; a gesture she learned the other day that Buffy liked. “It makes me feel like I’m yours,” she had said. “Like I’m safe.” Faith isn’t sure how one simple gesture that signifies more domination than love gives her comfort, but hey; she ain’t here to judge.

Buffy’s hands are tangling in her hair, slightly pulling on it as she struggles to get Faith impossibly closer to her. It was almost like a resistance game for them; they had so easily fallen into step with Faith holding Buffy down and her trying to pull the brunette closer, that it started to become kind of automatic. It was like a fight, in a way; maybe that’s what made it so hot - because the Slayer in both of them still liked to fight while fucking. Not that they’re fucking but… you know what she means; anything sexually driven. Whatever. It was fucking hot, and that’s all that mattered.

Buffy’s hands wandered down from Faith’s hair to her back, pulling on her shirt a little roughly as she demanded breathlessly, “Off.” Faith eagerly obliged. As she sat up and pulled off her shirt, Buffy made quick work of ridding herself from her own. Faith threw her bra across the room before she helped Buffy take off hers and within moments their lips were connected again, Buffy groaning softly in her mouth as Faith’s hand enveloped one of her breasts.

She tried to grab at her but Faith pinned her hands above her head quickly, dipping her head down to wrap her lips around one of Buffy’s soft, pink nipples. The blonde arched her back and moaned softly, allowing Faith the domination for a moment. But once Faith found herself too into her work on Buffy’s breasts to remember to keep a tight hold, her hands were free within a second and it was her who was pushing Faith up to a semi-sitting position, grabbing her wrists to pin them to her sides as she bit the top of Faith’s breast. “Fuck, B,” Faith grasps, grinding her hips into her as she closes her eyes.

Buffy has gotten really good at the whole second base thing. She doesn’t hesitate anymore in taking what she wants and she isn’t shy about it at all. Her lips find her nipple and she flicks her tongue against the hardened nub, making Faith strain against the hold she has on her. But Buffy keeps her locked down and at her mercy as she continues to stimulate every nerve ending that she can find. Faith bites her lower lip hard to stifle a moan, rocking her hips in some desperate attempt to get friction from the seam of her jeans.

The second Buffy loosens her grip on Faith’s wrists though; the brunette suddenly has her pushed flat on her back, her lips crashing against hers almost violently as her hand - which seems to have a mind of its own all of a sudden - finds its way underneath Buffy’s skirt. Buffy gasps hard once Faith cups her burning center over her underwear and it brings Faith to a screeching halt as she realizes where the fuck her hand is.

“Shit, I’m sorry-” she tries, but she’s caught off by a breathless Buffy.

“Shut up.”

Ooookay then. Don’t gotta tell her twice.

Buffy’s lips collided with hers again but she makes no move to remove Faith’s hand from its newfound place of origin. Score; at least Faith’s gonna be able to get a little farther today. Not as far as she hoped but hey; she ain’t gonna complain. She presses her middle finger firmly against Buffy’s clit, which makes the blonde cry out against her lips and buck her hips slightly. God, Faith can feel how soaked her panties are and it’s driving her insane.

“Faith,” she breathes, eyes closed as Faith’s lips descend to kiss and nip at her neck. Her hands are latched onto her back, fingernails digging in from every slight movement of Faith’s fingers against her underwear-clad clitoris. “Mmffph…” her lips are pressed tightly together and she’s got the sexiest look of pleasure Faith’s ever seen on another woman’s face. She so badly wants to slip her hand inside of her panties, but she knows better than to do it without permission.

But then, like some kind of God send, Faith feels Buffy push on her shoulders, encouraging her downwards.

With Buffy though, she can’t be sure whether she actually wants her to go down on her, or if she just wants her at her breasts again. She’d rather be safe than sorry, so Faith wraps her lips around one of Buffy’s nipples automatically.

But then there’s another, more frantic push on her shoulder. She wants her to go lower.

Holy mother fucker of God.

Faith doesn’t say anything, since today she figured out talking about sex with Buffy is only going to stand to weird her out; she finds it uncomfortable for some reason. Problem is, Faith still isn’t one hundred percent sure what it is she wants. Buffy’s made her kind of paranoid about the whole thing because she wants to go ‘slow’, but then again she did say she’d rather have moments be spontaneous rather than planned. Maybe this was her spontaneity.

So Faith slides her body lower, situating herself between her legs. She looks to Buffy for some kind of visual confirmation, but the girl has her eyes shut tightly, probably too scared about what she’s initiating to look at her. So Faith decides to take a different route, looping her fingers around the sides of Buffy’s panties, pulling them down only a little, but enough to ask a silent question. It takes a moment - a very long moment actually - but Buffy finally does lift her hips slightly, allowing Faith to pull them from her body.

Just the sight of Buffy’s pussy made Faith’s day become ten thousand times better.

She was… she was fucking beautiful down there. Her little lips were pink, wet, and slightly swollen from being so turned on. Faith takes a second to look up at Buffy’s face, but all she’s met with is a look of absolute terror. “B… are you sure?” she asks softly; this is obviously really freaking her out. Buffy purses her lips and puts her hands over her face, covering it from Faith’s view.

“Just do it before I change my mind,” she mumbles behind her hands. She’s completely mortified. Faith doesn’t get it; she’s got nothing to be embarrassed about.

Hoping once they start Buffy will relax; Faith does what she says and slides her hands up Buffy’s supple thighs, gently encouraging her to spread her legs wider. She does, but reluctantly.

“This is so weird,” Buffy groans beneath her hands. “You’re all down there and up in… everything, and I don’t know if- oh my god,” she interrupts herself as Faith’s mouth wraps around her dripping center. She knew if she didn’t get Buffy out of her ‘freaking out’ phase then they’d never get anywhere. “Oh god,” she gasps, her hands bunching up the bed sheets in her palm as her eyes pop open from the shock of how good it feels. “Jesus, Faith…”

Faith can’t help but grin as she gets auditory confirmation that Buffy’s definitely okay with this now. Honestly, she can’t help but feel that Christmas came early. Buffy’s delicious. How this girl thought that she could possibly taste bad, Faith has no idea. She kind of wants to be down here forever, thanks.

And she almost was.

Buffy was clearly enjoying it; that much was obvious. She was panting and moaning, thrusting her hips into Faith’s face. She eventually even tangled her fingers in Faith’s hair and forcefully encouraged her to keep going. Faith didn’t mind all that. In fact, she kind of fucking enjoyed the hell out of it. And eating pussy is one of her favorite past times, but after nearly a half an hour of being down there, she was starting to grow a little agitated.

Not with Buffy, but with herself. It usually doesn’t take her this long to get a girl off.

Faith was pulling out all the stops, too. But the problem was, whenever Buffy seemed to get close she would suddenly pull her pussy away from her mouth. Faith didn’t care the first couple times, she figured she was just trying to prolong it, but now she was starting to think that having an orgasm actually scared Buffy or something. Like the feelings were too overwhelming for her and she didn’t know how to deal with it, so she pulled away instead.

It was kind of maddening.

So after the bazillionth time of Buffy pulling away, Faith finally takes a breath and looks up at her. “B, ya gotta let me-”

“I can’t,” Buffy tells her breathlessly, cutting her off mid-sentence. Her eyes are still closed; she won’t look at her. She bites her lower lip.

“Why?” Faith figures it won’t hurt to ask.

“Because…” Buffy starts, but trails off and rolls her head to the side so Faith can’t see her face. But Faith’s curious and leans up, trying to see what’s going on. She’s blushing, like… really hard core. Faith furrows her eyebrows, not getting what’s so embarrassing about reaching a climax.

“Cause why?” she pushes. She needs to know or else they’re never gonna get anywhere. “B, I can’t help you if you keep shuttin’ up about everything. I know you hate talking about sex but I gotta know-”

“Because it feels like I have to pee, okay!” Buffy exclaims, sounding mortified. She groans and covers her face with her hands. “I don’t want to pee on you, that’d be awful,” she mumbles.

Faith cocks her eyebrow, not understanding. She’s never actually had that feeling herself. “B, you’re not gonna pee…”

“No, you don’t get it; it always feels this way,” Buffy tells her, finally taking her hands away from her face to look at her. She looks so distraught over it. “Even if I have an empty bladder it’s like… ugh, I don’t know!” she groans, running her fingers through her hair and looking at the ceiling; she’s quickly getting frustrated. “It just freaks me out, I don’t want to pee on you. I’d die.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t give a fuck if you did,” Faith replies.

“That’s gross, Faith.”

“Hey, I ain’t sayin’ I’m into it in some kinky way, but if ya get an orgasm out of it, ain’t gonna complain if you pee a little too. Not like I’m gonna tell anyone.”

Buffy sighs heavily, slamming her hands down on the bed in frustration. “Just forget it. I’m just going to be one of those people who never have an orgasm.” She sits up in a wave of annoyance, shaking her head as she tries to search for her underwear.

“Okay, whoa, hold on,” Faith says, sitting up and taking Buffy’s arm in her hand to still her. “Never said I was done here; just cause you can’t cum from oral sex doesn’t mean you can’t get off from other things.”

“What’s the point?” Buffy exclaims, looking upset. “I told you, it’s never going to happen, okay? It just isn’t.”

“You don’t know that-” Faith tries. She doesn’t want this to be the last time Buffy ever attempts to do something sexual with her just because she’s worried she’s never gonna get off.

“It’s my body, Faith!” Buffy exclaims, pushing her away a little. She looks on the verge of tears. “Just forget it; this was a bad idea.”

“B… baby,” Faith tries, grabbing Buffy before she can make a run for it. She pulls her back against her body and envelops her with her arms, resting her chin on the blonde’s shoulder. “Please just… take a breath, okay? You’re starting to get pissed again over something that you don’t gotta get mad at.”

“But-!” Buffy protests, but is cut off by a hand clapping over her mouth. She narrows her eyes and looks at her indignantly.

“Breathe,” Faith instructs, raising her eyebrows a little in encouragement. She needs to diffuse this situation fast or she’s never gonna get into Buffy’s panties again and well… that would suck. Buffy glares at her for a moment, but eventually does take her advice and takes a second to breathe and calm herself down. When she seems a little better, Faith takes her hand away from her mouth. “Look, I get that you’re self-conscience about this,” she tells her, “but just cause you didn’t cum now doesn’t make it the end of the word. Kinda fucks up my batting average, but hey; I’ll live.”

Buffy rolls her eyes at that.

“All I’m saying is that I’m willing to try other shit, if you are. Every chick can cum, B. You just gotta find your niche and be relaxed enough.” She gives her a small, encouraging smile before she leans in, giving her a soft, open mouthed kiss. When they break she smirks, “And that’s what you taste like, in case you were still wondering.”

Buffy licks her bottom lip a little, as if trying to assess it. Faith raises her eyebrows like, ‘well?’ and Buffy answers, “It’s… not horrible.”

“’Not horrible’?” Faith asks, like Buffy just told her the sky was orange and every cloud in the world was shaped like a hippo. “B, you taste fucking amazing.” Buffy flushes a little, but smiles shyly as she tucks a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. She looks up at Faith beneath her lashes.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes softly, “about… all of this.”

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for,” Faith tells her, knowing that’s the right thing to say. She’s getting better at this. “I’ll give you an orgasm; even if it ends up fuckin’ killing me I will make you cum. Swear to God.” She makes a little motion like crossing her heart and hoping to die kind of shit. Buffy smiles a little, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“What if it takes forever?” she asks quietly, voice filled with worry.

“Then I guess you’re stuck with me forever,” Faith replies, giving her a lopsided grin until she realizes how that just sounded and she makes a face. “Ugh, that was so fuckin’ sappy. I swear to God I’m turnin’ into some sorta-”

But Buffy claps a hand over her mouth, stopping her. “Shut up,” she tells her, actually smiling a real smile this time. “That was probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me; don’t ruin it.” She purses her lips together as she slides her hand away from Faith’s mouth to rest on her cheek before slowly leaning in, pressing her lips to hers in the softest of kisses.

Faith won’t lie; she’s pretty damn disappointed in herself for not giving Buffy an orgasm. That’s never happened to her. Ever. But hell… that’s just gonna make her try harder the next time.

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