Phen loves Elizabuffy, so she wrote her femslash...
This is written as part of my Kink!Ficlets, especially for elizabuffy. I wrote this one first, actually, but it was long enough, I decided it probably needed a beta. Good thing I did *LOL* Thanks katekat1010. I really have quite a bit to do today, but thought I’d better get this put out because a) elizabuffy would kill me if I didn’t and b) she informs me tomorrow is National Coming Out Day, and god forbid any of you should read anything into that! ;^)
Anyway, the complete list of my Kink!Fics can be found here.
Also, you’ll notice this one is friendslocked…that’s because someone from my RL (through my own stupidity) discovered me and friended me. It’ll go off friendslock in a few weeks, but until then…
So, anyway, on to the fic:
UNDER THE TABLE:
aka "Phen loves Elizabuffy, so she wrote her femslash…but I DON’T LOVE HER LIKE THAT!"
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17 (Kink!Fic, duh!)
SUMMARY: Faith likes to dip in her toes…
PAIRING: B/F
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Buffy, Faith, or anything else except my beloved computer named “Slate.” (Obviously I don’t own them, or I’d own a lot more than Slate and you’d have to pay to read this.) The Buffyverse belongs to Joss, ME (yes, I know, old joke), and a whole bunch of alphabetical TV networks, ‘specially now that it’s gone into syndication. Please don’t sue; I know I don’t have permission. Bad me. Wow! I put this on EVERY one of my fics, and Kate is the first person EVER to notice a few things in this that needed betaing *LOL*
WARNINGS: Femslash, Toe!Kink
DEDICATION: ElizaBuffy…yeah. And if I ever hear you say something about me never writing fics for you ever again…
SPECIAL THANKS TO: KATE! (katekat1010) (And happy birthday!)Thanks so much for agreeing to beta this when all my other betas were either a) squicked or b) not allowed to see this story until finished! ;^) You’re absolutely awesome! Still mean it-you want a drabble or anything else, you let me know. And thanks for pointing out my ellipsis problems *L* even if I probably left too many of them in anyway. *bakes you a birthday cake and frosts it w/pictures of naked Scoobies frolicking among the candles*
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!! Lay it on me at PhenDog@gmail.com Good feedback will be treasured, printed, and taped on my wall. Flames will be treasured, printed in large typeface, matted, framed, and hung with care on my door for all to see. Either way, you’ll be encouraging me to write more! Constructive criticism treasured above all else!
DISTRIBUTION: In my LJ, tightly friends-locked where it belongs!
A/N: Well, I NEVER thought I’d be writing femslash, but I DID ask for people to challenge me, and elizabuffy certainly did. The challenge? Toe-fucking and B/F...only for her! But let’s just say, I can NEVER let the public see this one! *LOL* Still, I have to admit, this was a blast to write! I’ll NEVER, EVER do first person inner thought again though…lord, that’s hard! Third person, here I come.
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God, the feel of those hands. They only touched me for a moment, but it’s almost as if they must have branded me with their feel, because I can still feel them today. And that tongue! It’s like I’m still pressed against the wall, hard and hot, surging forward into Faith. Faith! Oh god!
She sits right across the table from me and smirks. Can’t look at her! Have to find someplace else to stare, and I am SO blushing right now. I know she’s still staring at me. Evil advantage-taker.
And she did, too! She so did. Take advantage, that is. The fight was over, the vampires providing the alley with fresh mulch, and we were both breathing hard. We should have just called it a night and gone home, but she grabbed me! So why did I respond? Adrenaline. Yeah, that’s it. God, Buffy. Even I can hear my eyes rolling. But it’s Faith! It’s just wrong…wrongwrongwrong! And on so many levels.
And ohmygod, what if the others know? They’re all acting like nothing’s wrong, but what if one of them can, you know, see that something happened last night?
Only a kiss, only a kiss, onlyakiss…and some groping.
Shit! See? This is why they’re gonna know. Bad brain. Must. Stop. Thinking!
“Buffy, could you pass me that?” Wow, I nearly jumped out of my seat!
“Huh?” Who even asked the question? Willow.
“Um, the book by your elbow there. Could I see it?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Right, I can’t let my face betray me. Does this expression look ‘sheepish’? I’m not really sure that’s exactly how it’s coming off.
There’s one person I’m not fooling. “Good book there, B? You seem pretty into it.”
If I just don’t look at her maybe she’ll shut up and go away. Bite my lip, close my eyes…open my eyes. Nope, still there. Sigh. That didn’t work when I was five years old, either. And now, yep, she’s staring at me, arching one eyebrow and quirking those lips with the lipstick that is just one color too dark.
Oh wait. I’m expected to say something. “Uh, yeah. Great book with the…” Okay, I’m looking down at the book in front of me, and you know what? It’s not even in English. Latin, maybe? “Um, words and…stuff.” PLEASE Faith, just let that one drop.
AH!
Holy cow! Something just brushed my leg! And ohgod it’s Faith.
Miss Absolutely Innocent is just sitting there looking innocently at her own book. What IS she studying so intently anyway? Damn it! Last I checked she didn’t read non-English, might-be-Latin either.
And there it is again! I’m pulling away and trying very hard not to jump out of my skin, but, oh no! I pushed back too hard in the chair. SO LOUD!
Did anyone else hear that terrifying sound of me skidding my chair against the floor? Please, don’t ask me what’s wrong, please don’t ask. Good. They aren’t; Xander’s just snoring lightly-does he EVER do any actual research?-and Willow’s shifting a little.
Faith, meanwhile, is just sitting serenely. I’m looking at her, and I can’t even guess she’s so much a moved a muscle.
‘What the hell kind of game are you playing?’ There’s something I don’t dare ask out loud.
Better to pretend I’m researching. Yes, much better. So, about this book...still might be Latin…or, wait. There’s little dots over that ‘u and there’s a lot of things with ‘g’s and ‘t’s and ‘n’s…so maybe German? Hey, mister spiny demon! Darn. He doesn’t know what language this is either, or, if he does, he’s not answering me. Maybe because he’s just a picture on the page?
There it is-slow and satin against my bare leg. Grit your teeth, Buffy, but don’t say a word! I will NOT move away. Faith is NOT going to win this one. But then…oh my god, she’s not wearing her shoe. That’s her bare foot! Which is just eww! But I will not flinch, will not flinch…no flinching.
She’s going higher.
Back and forth across my knee, pausing to wiggle her toes into my skin. Is she? She is! That’s the hem of my skirt between her toes and she’s just barely tugging. Why the HELL did I not wear pants!
If I shift my knee just slightly off to the side…there.
Oh, damn it! I moved, didn’t I? I moved, and she won, and…and, oh no! I made a much bigger mistake than that! Shit. I moved my legs apart and now she’s trying…
SHOVE THE CHAIR BACK!
“Ooomph!” Giles?
“Buffy! I just wanted to show you…” Great. Is the world against me? Can’t scoot back because of the giant wall of Watcher leaning over my shoulder. And Faith knows it. Past my knee, under my skirt again, brushing my inner thigh. Oh! Every hair on end, and now she’s stroking her big toe back and forth, halfway there. I can feel it, her touch tickling against my skin, shivering straight to…hot, ache, want…
NO!
Wrong. This is wrong!
Ha. Got her. Can’t do anything when I’ve got your foot trapped, can you Faith? If I can just keep my legs squeezed tight enough together she’ll never get free. Awkward, but better. Isn’t it?
“Buffy?” Giles. Giles has finished talking and expects me to say something. Wow, am I ever blushing! What did he say?
“Um, yeah, sounds good.”
Great. Obviously not what he wanted to hear judging by that long, deep, exasperated sigh. “Buffy, were you even listening?”
Toes. Toes trapped between my legs, clenching and wiggling into my thigh, working their way up… “Um, yeah, what did you say?”
Oh god, oh god, ohmygod, she’s almost there and I’m losing my grip. Inches away, and oh god, Giles, just SHUT UP!
I’m throbbing. That’s the word-throb, throb, throb…for FAITH! But, oh, I don’t care. You always hear about desire-soaked panties and dripping juices. I don’t know if it’s possible to get that aroused, but if it is, I SO am…
“It was blue, with horns.” Faith. Lord, I have to look through the stars in my vision to see her. My, isn’t she talking calmly! Why is she so DAMN calm? Right. Because she’s not the one with the damn foot in her crotch.
Oh, right. The question. She answered it for me. “Yeah. Blue. Horny.” Horny? NOT the right word. “I mean, um, with horns.”
“Er, yes. Thank you Faith. Buffy.” He’s nodding. Good. But maybe not-he’s looking at me oddly. Please don’t ask!
Thank god. He’s sitting down, and….
Ah, ah, HAH…short little breaths. BREATHE BUFFY. But there it is. She’s brushing me just…there. Has her foot just free enough for the big toe to…little shocks running through me every…hold still, hold still…
Decision time, Buffy. Is that your final answer?
A world of yeah. Kittens and puppies and million dollars-type yes!
Slowly, slowly, ease apart…let her in. Harder, Faith, press harder!
She is so smirking at me, but good, she understands. How can the girl be so subtle? The only way I can even tell is that she’s sitting a bit odd now, slouched down in the chair so she can reach further forward.
Yep, yep, DEFINITELY time to scoot closer to the table.
Wider, wider, open wide, Buffy!
Ow, ow, oh…wow, the girl likes to dig in hard. Sweet, so sweet, wiggling in, digging, begging for entrance. The nail of her big toe pinching just slightly through the tight silk of those damn panties.
Growl! That’s the problem! It’s just mashing because things aren’t arranged quite right, and she can’t get in, and, and, and…I want it? Wow, there’s a revelation. But I SOOO do.
Shit, I’m panting. The stupid music on the radio can only cover up so much, and we can’t let the others hear that! One, two, breathe, one, two, breathe…
Now, would anyone notice if I? No, a hand under the table is okay, I can do it. Slowly, go slow…
Wow. There’s her foot! So warm to my touch.
No, no, Faith! I don’t want you to pull away, it’s just that…here, let me get my finger under these damn panties for a sec-wow, they ARE soaked-and kinda giving me a wedgie, actually.
Good, she understands, backing off just a little, and there…got them. Pulling the drippy, silky barrier aside…to the left…oh WOW the air is cold, rushing in! It almost hurts! Cup myself for a second, just to keep warm, and holy moly batman I didn’t know skin could be this hot!
Glad I shaved last night though. Wonder if Faith knows? I SO wanna see her reaction when she realizes! Almost grinning at the thought. I remember doing it too…touching myself in the warm water. Was I thinking of her? In my mind I had a lover last night in that bath, but I didn’t let myself picture a face…oh god! Did I KNOW?
Here, Faith. Yes, look at me. Let me hold your foot…wow, toes feel funny! Round and fleshy. You know what? I bet Faith has cute toes-and I bet the nails are painted. Dark red, like her lipstick. God, I want to look! But I don’t dare.
Instead, come back to me Faith. That’s it. See? Entirely open to you. I’ll even…yes, two fingers. Spread myself with two fingers. I feel like slippery velvet for you, Faith. Come on in, let me guide you to my…pussy sounds silly doesn’t it? Vagina is clinical…Cunt. Yep, that’s where I want you Faith, in my cunt. It sounds hot and dirty and quivering. So appropriate just now…especially the quivering. Here, I’ll even nudge your foot right up against…
Her eyes are opening wider! She’s grinning for real, now, and that grin is for me. All mine! She feels me, skin to skin, but DAMN IT! I need you deeper, but you won’t…
OH.
Oh, yes. This is better, much better. The gentle stroke of that big toe back and forth against my…cunt. Yep, the word is DEFINITELY cunt.
And she’s moving her foot, and now I can feel all of them! One, two, three, four, five little piggies, cold-but warming up against me-pushing and wiggling, eager to feel me….and she’s pushing in harder, closer, moving up.
THERE!
She found it…but OH SHIT! I just moaned, as in OUT LOUD. Faith’s chocolate brown eyes are dancing across the table, looking from face to face as we both sit frozen. Willow’s looking up! She’s…confused by Faith’s look, but Faith is trying to shrug it off, act relaxed, and…Good. Willow bought it. She’s not stupid, but she is-apparently-oblivious. Thank god! I almost feel like sending her a fruit basket for that, though I really don’t want to explain it!
Oooookay. I guess we’re all right, but slower this time, and if I can just keep my damn mouth shut….
Damn. Gonna have to do something about this, or I’m gonna give us both away. Maybe if I prop my head in my hand and just stare at the table I can hide it better…look busy. But I can’t look at Faith, so that sucks. Still, probably best we aren’t caught staring at each other.
The problem, now, is she’s grinding slowly…hard and deep against my clit, but I want more! Harder, deeper, faster. It would be so easy to move and thrust and bump that I could cry, but our friends…our friends would surely notice that.
She knows! Somehow she knows, because she’s pressing hard…going inside…as deep as she can. I feel those toenails trying to snag me, but I don’t care. Shit, tear me up, just get inside!
I’m grabbing her heel, pushing her in and she’s wiggling, stretching, trying to make room for herself to go further. Only a few inches, but DAMN GIRL!
It’s okay to touch myself, right? Yes, yes, I can. One finger, right on my clit, brushing it, making myself shiver. BITE BACK THAT MOAN. Harder, harder now, and rubbing fast as Faith wiggles and pushes, trying to fit body parts in places they were never meant to fit, but doing a damn good job of it!
It’s rising…lord yes…I can feel it. I am! I’m going to come here in front of Xander and Willow and Oz and even Giles! And they won’t even know…I hope.
No, wait. New decision. Hard to make, but yes, Faith has to earn this. I’m NOT going to come to my finger yet again…her foot. It’s going to be her foot.
But I can help. Tilt forward…yes, THAT I can do, tilt forward and down. She can’t get in as deep, but I can push down HARD. Yes, right on the spot…and oh, I love this girl! Faith is pushing up, understanding.
And then…and then…WHAT IS SHE DOING?! She’s pulling out. She wouldn’t! Would she? Just leave me all…all…
No, she’s just moving, but what?
Toenail. Toenail in my clit.
Hard, hard, biting in, pinching, burning, building me up…
Grit those teeth, Buffy, cause screaming is SO not an option right now!
And then she moves it, and,
And,
And,
And….
HAH!
Hot. Wet. Shock. Shiver. Slick. Clench, lights, stars, falling, finding, throb pound thump pulsating breakingcrashingburningfirebright
Buffy. My name is Buffy. I’m coming back, and…and there’s blood in my mouth from where I’ve bitten my lip. Shaking. I’m physically shaking, it was so sweet…and the aftershocks. God, they just won’t stop!
Faith is pulling away, and already my body misses her. I need to look at her. Need to SEE her. She if she’s…
I’m afraid. Afraid this was just a joke to her, or something she’ll use to embarrass me here, in front of all of them.
Time to find out. Yes, she’s looking at me, but there’s no smile. There’s no smile…but it’s okay.
There’s something soft about her…which for Faith is a BIG deal. She’s looking at me, like…like I’m something precious. Suddenly, I’m afraid to scare her off. It’s like she’s like a wild animal, and if I move too quickly, she’ll turn and run.
Smile…smile, slow and careful, to let her know that she’s precious too.
The moment just broke. She’s grinning now, and I am too! God, I want this girl. I don’t know how it works without, you know, stuff, but if Faith can do that with her foot? I REALLY want to find out what the rest of that talented girl can do!
Woah, wait a minute, what’s up with Oz? He’s sniffing. Oh god, in the hot room, I can smell it. He’s looking, and SHIT! Dead give away when we’re staring right at him…but he smiles and looks down. Oz…Oz won’t say anything, will he?
Is it wrong that I’m actually excited he knows? It’s like ‘wow’…cause if he knows that means it really happened, doesn’t it? But how much does he know exactly?
But then Faith is grinning and opening her mouth to speak…and, oh god, what will she say?
“Hey guys, it’s been a blast, but it’s dark now and those vampires aren’t going to kill themselves.”
“If you want to leave now to go patrolling, go ahead. We’re almost done here anyway.” Giles. Oh god. He really doesn’t know. Doesn’t have any idea, does he?
My heart races. Would anyone think it strange if I went too? I mean, I’m a Slayer, right? So yeah…patrolling…Faith and I patrolling.
Faith doesn’t wait for me to take the initiative. “Coming, B? Want to patrol, Slayer y Slayer?”
Did anyone else catch the emphasis on a certain word?
“Yeah. Sounds great!” I’d like a better response, I really would, but I’m just lucky to be coherent right now.
Huh. It’s tricky to stand up on shaky legs, underwear DEFINITELY not in the right position, but Faith is waiting, and there’s nothing I want more than to go with her.
And next time? Next time it’s my turn.
END: 10/07/04
Waits nervously…
Anyway, the complete list of my Kink!Fics can be found here.
Also, you’ll notice this one is friendslocked…that’s because someone from my RL (through my own stupidity) discovered me and friended me. It’ll go off friendslock in a few weeks, but until then…
So, anyway, on to the fic:
UNDER THE TABLE:
aka "Phen loves Elizabuffy, so she wrote her femslash…but I DON’T LOVE HER LIKE THAT!"
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17 (Kink!Fic, duh!)
SUMMARY: Faith likes to dip in her toes…
PAIRING: B/F
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Buffy, Faith, or anything else except my beloved computer named “Slate.” (Obviously I don’t own them, or I’d own a lot more than Slate and you’d have to pay to read this.) The Buffyverse belongs to Joss, ME (yes, I know, old joke), and a whole bunch of alphabetical TV networks, ‘specially now that it’s gone into syndication. Please don’t sue; I know I don’t have permission. Bad me. Wow! I put this on EVERY one of my fics, and Kate is the first person EVER to notice a few things in this that needed betaing *LOL*
WARNINGS: Femslash, Toe!Kink
DEDICATION: ElizaBuffy…yeah. And if I ever hear you say something about me never writing fics for you ever again…
SPECIAL THANKS TO: KATE! (katekat1010) (And happy birthday!)Thanks so much for agreeing to beta this when all my other betas were either a) squicked or b) not allowed to see this story until finished! ;^) You’re absolutely awesome! Still mean it-you want a drabble or anything else, you let me know. And thanks for pointing out my ellipsis problems *L* even if I probably left too many of them in anyway. *bakes you a birthday cake and frosts it w/pictures of naked Scoobies frolicking among the candles*
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!! Lay it on me at PhenDog@gmail.com Good feedback will be treasured, printed, and taped on my wall. Flames will be treasured, printed in large typeface, matted, framed, and hung with care on my door for all to see. Either way, you’ll be encouraging me to write more! Constructive criticism treasured above all else!
DISTRIBUTION: In my LJ, tightly friends-locked where it belongs!
A/N: Well, I NEVER thought I’d be writing femslash, but I DID ask for people to challenge me, and elizabuffy certainly did. The challenge? Toe-fucking and B/F...only for her! But let’s just say, I can NEVER let the public see this one! *LOL* Still, I have to admit, this was a blast to write! I’ll NEVER, EVER do first person inner thought again though…lord, that’s hard! Third person, here I come.
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God, the feel of those hands. They only touched me for a moment, but it’s almost as if they must have branded me with their feel, because I can still feel them today. And that tongue! It’s like I’m still pressed against the wall, hard and hot, surging forward into Faith. Faith! Oh god!
She sits right across the table from me and smirks. Can’t look at her! Have to find someplace else to stare, and I am SO blushing right now. I know she’s still staring at me. Evil advantage-taker.
And she did, too! She so did. Take advantage, that is. The fight was over, the vampires providing the alley with fresh mulch, and we were both breathing hard. We should have just called it a night and gone home, but she grabbed me! So why did I respond? Adrenaline. Yeah, that’s it. God, Buffy. Even I can hear my eyes rolling. But it’s Faith! It’s just wrong…wrongwrongwrong! And on so many levels.
And ohmygod, what if the others know? They’re all acting like nothing’s wrong, but what if one of them can, you know, see that something happened last night?
Only a kiss, only a kiss, onlyakiss…and some groping.
Shit! See? This is why they’re gonna know. Bad brain. Must. Stop. Thinking!
“Buffy, could you pass me that?” Wow, I nearly jumped out of my seat!
“Huh?” Who even asked the question? Willow.
“Um, the book by your elbow there. Could I see it?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Right, I can’t let my face betray me. Does this expression look ‘sheepish’? I’m not really sure that’s exactly how it’s coming off.
There’s one person I’m not fooling. “Good book there, B? You seem pretty into it.”
If I just don’t look at her maybe she’ll shut up and go away. Bite my lip, close my eyes…open my eyes. Nope, still there. Sigh. That didn’t work when I was five years old, either. And now, yep, she’s staring at me, arching one eyebrow and quirking those lips with the lipstick that is just one color too dark.
Oh wait. I’m expected to say something. “Uh, yeah. Great book with the…” Okay, I’m looking down at the book in front of me, and you know what? It’s not even in English. Latin, maybe? “Um, words and…stuff.” PLEASE Faith, just let that one drop.
AH!
Holy cow! Something just brushed my leg! And ohgod it’s Faith.
Miss Absolutely Innocent is just sitting there looking innocently at her own book. What IS she studying so intently anyway? Damn it! Last I checked she didn’t read non-English, might-be-Latin either.
And there it is again! I’m pulling away and trying very hard not to jump out of my skin, but, oh no! I pushed back too hard in the chair. SO LOUD!
Did anyone else hear that terrifying sound of me skidding my chair against the floor? Please, don’t ask me what’s wrong, please don’t ask. Good. They aren’t; Xander’s just snoring lightly-does he EVER do any actual research?-and Willow’s shifting a little.
Faith, meanwhile, is just sitting serenely. I’m looking at her, and I can’t even guess she’s so much a moved a muscle.
‘What the hell kind of game are you playing?’ There’s something I don’t dare ask out loud.
Better to pretend I’m researching. Yes, much better. So, about this book...still might be Latin…or, wait. There’s little dots over that ‘u and there’s a lot of things with ‘g’s and ‘t’s and ‘n’s…so maybe German? Hey, mister spiny demon! Darn. He doesn’t know what language this is either, or, if he does, he’s not answering me. Maybe because he’s just a picture on the page?
There it is-slow and satin against my bare leg. Grit your teeth, Buffy, but don’t say a word! I will NOT move away. Faith is NOT going to win this one. But then…oh my god, she’s not wearing her shoe. That’s her bare foot! Which is just eww! But I will not flinch, will not flinch…no flinching.
She’s going higher.
Back and forth across my knee, pausing to wiggle her toes into my skin. Is she? She is! That’s the hem of my skirt between her toes and she’s just barely tugging. Why the HELL did I not wear pants!
If I shift my knee just slightly off to the side…there.
Oh, damn it! I moved, didn’t I? I moved, and she won, and…and, oh no! I made a much bigger mistake than that! Shit. I moved my legs apart and now she’s trying…
SHOVE THE CHAIR BACK!
“Ooomph!” Giles?
“Buffy! I just wanted to show you…” Great. Is the world against me? Can’t scoot back because of the giant wall of Watcher leaning over my shoulder. And Faith knows it. Past my knee, under my skirt again, brushing my inner thigh. Oh! Every hair on end, and now she’s stroking her big toe back and forth, halfway there. I can feel it, her touch tickling against my skin, shivering straight to…hot, ache, want…
NO!
Wrong. This is wrong!
Ha. Got her. Can’t do anything when I’ve got your foot trapped, can you Faith? If I can just keep my legs squeezed tight enough together she’ll never get free. Awkward, but better. Isn’t it?
“Buffy?” Giles. Giles has finished talking and expects me to say something. Wow, am I ever blushing! What did he say?
“Um, yeah, sounds good.”
Great. Obviously not what he wanted to hear judging by that long, deep, exasperated sigh. “Buffy, were you even listening?”
Toes. Toes trapped between my legs, clenching and wiggling into my thigh, working their way up… “Um, yeah, what did you say?”
Oh god, oh god, ohmygod, she’s almost there and I’m losing my grip. Inches away, and oh god, Giles, just SHUT UP!
I’m throbbing. That’s the word-throb, throb, throb…for FAITH! But, oh, I don’t care. You always hear about desire-soaked panties and dripping juices. I don’t know if it’s possible to get that aroused, but if it is, I SO am…
“It was blue, with horns.” Faith. Lord, I have to look through the stars in my vision to see her. My, isn’t she talking calmly! Why is she so DAMN calm? Right. Because she’s not the one with the damn foot in her crotch.
Oh, right. The question. She answered it for me. “Yeah. Blue. Horny.” Horny? NOT the right word. “I mean, um, with horns.”
“Er, yes. Thank you Faith. Buffy.” He’s nodding. Good. But maybe not-he’s looking at me oddly. Please don’t ask!
Thank god. He’s sitting down, and….
Ah, ah, HAH…short little breaths. BREATHE BUFFY. But there it is. She’s brushing me just…there. Has her foot just free enough for the big toe to…little shocks running through me every…hold still, hold still…
Decision time, Buffy. Is that your final answer?
A world of yeah. Kittens and puppies and million dollars-type yes!
Slowly, slowly, ease apart…let her in. Harder, Faith, press harder!
She is so smirking at me, but good, she understands. How can the girl be so subtle? The only way I can even tell is that she’s sitting a bit odd now, slouched down in the chair so she can reach further forward.
Yep, yep, DEFINITELY time to scoot closer to the table.
Wider, wider, open wide, Buffy!
Ow, ow, oh…wow, the girl likes to dig in hard. Sweet, so sweet, wiggling in, digging, begging for entrance. The nail of her big toe pinching just slightly through the tight silk of those damn panties.
Growl! That’s the problem! It’s just mashing because things aren’t arranged quite right, and she can’t get in, and, and, and…I want it? Wow, there’s a revelation. But I SOOO do.
Shit, I’m panting. The stupid music on the radio can only cover up so much, and we can’t let the others hear that! One, two, breathe, one, two, breathe…
Now, would anyone notice if I? No, a hand under the table is okay, I can do it. Slowly, go slow…
Wow. There’s her foot! So warm to my touch.
No, no, Faith! I don’t want you to pull away, it’s just that…here, let me get my finger under these damn panties for a sec-wow, they ARE soaked-and kinda giving me a wedgie, actually.
Good, she understands, backing off just a little, and there…got them. Pulling the drippy, silky barrier aside…to the left…oh WOW the air is cold, rushing in! It almost hurts! Cup myself for a second, just to keep warm, and holy moly batman I didn’t know skin could be this hot!
Glad I shaved last night though. Wonder if Faith knows? I SO wanna see her reaction when she realizes! Almost grinning at the thought. I remember doing it too…touching myself in the warm water. Was I thinking of her? In my mind I had a lover last night in that bath, but I didn’t let myself picture a face…oh god! Did I KNOW?
Here, Faith. Yes, look at me. Let me hold your foot…wow, toes feel funny! Round and fleshy. You know what? I bet Faith has cute toes-and I bet the nails are painted. Dark red, like her lipstick. God, I want to look! But I don’t dare.
Instead, come back to me Faith. That’s it. See? Entirely open to you. I’ll even…yes, two fingers. Spread myself with two fingers. I feel like slippery velvet for you, Faith. Come on in, let me guide you to my…pussy sounds silly doesn’t it? Vagina is clinical…Cunt. Yep, that’s where I want you Faith, in my cunt. It sounds hot and dirty and quivering. So appropriate just now…especially the quivering. Here, I’ll even nudge your foot right up against…
Her eyes are opening wider! She’s grinning for real, now, and that grin is for me. All mine! She feels me, skin to skin, but DAMN IT! I need you deeper, but you won’t…
OH.
Oh, yes. This is better, much better. The gentle stroke of that big toe back and forth against my…cunt. Yep, the word is DEFINITELY cunt.
And she’s moving her foot, and now I can feel all of them! One, two, three, four, five little piggies, cold-but warming up against me-pushing and wiggling, eager to feel me….and she’s pushing in harder, closer, moving up.
THERE!
She found it…but OH SHIT! I just moaned, as in OUT LOUD. Faith’s chocolate brown eyes are dancing across the table, looking from face to face as we both sit frozen. Willow’s looking up! She’s…confused by Faith’s look, but Faith is trying to shrug it off, act relaxed, and…Good. Willow bought it. She’s not stupid, but she is-apparently-oblivious. Thank god! I almost feel like sending her a fruit basket for that, though I really don’t want to explain it!
Oooookay. I guess we’re all right, but slower this time, and if I can just keep my damn mouth shut….
Damn. Gonna have to do something about this, or I’m gonna give us both away. Maybe if I prop my head in my hand and just stare at the table I can hide it better…look busy. But I can’t look at Faith, so that sucks. Still, probably best we aren’t caught staring at each other.
The problem, now, is she’s grinding slowly…hard and deep against my clit, but I want more! Harder, deeper, faster. It would be so easy to move and thrust and bump that I could cry, but our friends…our friends would surely notice that.
She knows! Somehow she knows, because she’s pressing hard…going inside…as deep as she can. I feel those toenails trying to snag me, but I don’t care. Shit, tear me up, just get inside!
I’m grabbing her heel, pushing her in and she’s wiggling, stretching, trying to make room for herself to go further. Only a few inches, but DAMN GIRL!
It’s okay to touch myself, right? Yes, yes, I can. One finger, right on my clit, brushing it, making myself shiver. BITE BACK THAT MOAN. Harder, harder now, and rubbing fast as Faith wiggles and pushes, trying to fit body parts in places they were never meant to fit, but doing a damn good job of it!
It’s rising…lord yes…I can feel it. I am! I’m going to come here in front of Xander and Willow and Oz and even Giles! And they won’t even know…I hope.
No, wait. New decision. Hard to make, but yes, Faith has to earn this. I’m NOT going to come to my finger yet again…her foot. It’s going to be her foot.
But I can help. Tilt forward…yes, THAT I can do, tilt forward and down. She can’t get in as deep, but I can push down HARD. Yes, right on the spot…and oh, I love this girl! Faith is pushing up, understanding.
And then…and then…WHAT IS SHE DOING?! She’s pulling out. She wouldn’t! Would she? Just leave me all…all…
No, she’s just moving, but what?
Toenail. Toenail in my clit.
Hard, hard, biting in, pinching, burning, building me up…
Grit those teeth, Buffy, cause screaming is SO not an option right now!
And then she moves it, and,
And,
And,
And….
HAH!
Hot. Wet. Shock. Shiver. Slick. Clench, lights, stars, falling, finding, throb pound thump pulsating breakingcrashingburningfirebright
Buffy. My name is Buffy. I’m coming back, and…and there’s blood in my mouth from where I’ve bitten my lip. Shaking. I’m physically shaking, it was so sweet…and the aftershocks. God, they just won’t stop!
Faith is pulling away, and already my body misses her. I need to look at her. Need to SEE her. She if she’s…
I’m afraid. Afraid this was just a joke to her, or something she’ll use to embarrass me here, in front of all of them.
Time to find out. Yes, she’s looking at me, but there’s no smile. There’s no smile…but it’s okay.
There’s something soft about her…which for Faith is a BIG deal. She’s looking at me, like…like I’m something precious. Suddenly, I’m afraid to scare her off. It’s like she’s like a wild animal, and if I move too quickly, she’ll turn and run.
Smile…smile, slow and careful, to let her know that she’s precious too.
The moment just broke. She’s grinning now, and I am too! God, I want this girl. I don’t know how it works without, you know, stuff, but if Faith can do that with her foot? I REALLY want to find out what the rest of that talented girl can do!
Woah, wait a minute, what’s up with Oz? He’s sniffing. Oh god, in the hot room, I can smell it. He’s looking, and SHIT! Dead give away when we’re staring right at him…but he smiles and looks down. Oz…Oz won’t say anything, will he?
Is it wrong that I’m actually excited he knows? It’s like ‘wow’…cause if he knows that means it really happened, doesn’t it? But how much does he know exactly?
But then Faith is grinning and opening her mouth to speak…and, oh god, what will she say?
“Hey guys, it’s been a blast, but it’s dark now and those vampires aren’t going to kill themselves.”
“If you want to leave now to go patrolling, go ahead. We’re almost done here anyway.” Giles. Oh god. He really doesn’t know. Doesn’t have any idea, does he?
My heart races. Would anyone think it strange if I went too? I mean, I’m a Slayer, right? So yeah…patrolling…Faith and I patrolling.
Faith doesn’t wait for me to take the initiative. “Coming, B? Want to patrol, Slayer y Slayer?”
Did anyone else catch the emphasis on a certain word?
“Yeah. Sounds great!” I’d like a better response, I really would, but I’m just lucky to be coherent right now.
Huh. It’s tricky to stand up on shaky legs, underwear DEFINITELY not in the right position, but Faith is waiting, and there’s nothing I want more than to go with her.
And next time? Next time it’s my turn.
END: 10/07/04
Waits nervously…