FIC: Autumn Term at Slayer Academy 8/12 Buffy/Faith NC-17
Title: Autumn Term at Slayer Academy 8/12
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Timeline: 8 years post Chosen
Summary: Buffy talks about the Slayer Academy and what they’re all up to now. Some of this is light and fun, some of it is rather angsty (and possibly triggering) and of course Buffy and Faith get it on.
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Acknowledgements: The best beta in the whole wide world. The lovely m_phoenix
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8. Purity Test
It was the first time I’d seen Faith post the post-Scythe-Share night of humongous hunger and whatever is way bigger than humongous hornyness. I knocked on Faith’s door, rolling my eyes at the sign saying ‘if you wanna come in you’d better be naked.’ The clinging halter top and hair swept behind her ear revealed the enticing curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I gaped at the exposed skin as she opened the door. Faith’s room was very inviting.
“B?” She quirked her eyebrow at me in that Faith way. Half curious half come on.
“Hey Faith, got any size three stakes? I’m all out.” They regulate stakes for Slayer training now. It’s based on diameter or something. So wrong. Her room was way smaller than mine and there wasn’t much there. It wasn’t as messy as you’d expect Faith’s space to be. Not that it was all immaculate - that would be weird. The room gave the impression that she cared about her space but was trying to seem like she didn’t. There were little touches, things that were very Faith; black sheets on the bed, a black and white poster of undressed people - it was hard to tell how many ‘cos their limbs were kinda tangled up. But the picture was more artistic than you’d expect of Faith. Against the wall facing the bed was an impressive array of weapons; crossbows, hatchet and knives of every size shape and lethalness known to woman. Faith had actually arranged them like they were on display. Weapons and black sheets and pictures of naked people don’t sound so homely do they? But it was the most settled I’d seen Faith and her room smelt musky and enticing. I walked in before I was invited.
There were a whole lot of stakes embossed with the Academy logo. “Help yourself.” The stakes were piled into a stainless steel bin. Faith definitely had the whole black and silver theme working for her.
I made no pretence over checking out the papers on her desk. Most of them were way out of date official Academy paperwork she’d forgotten to sign. My desk didn’t look that different. I picked up a single page. “You should get this back to Giles.” I avoided looking in her eyes when she rolled them like I was the most un-cool Slayer in the world. I picked something else up and smirked; “Since when do you buy purple sparkly paper-clips?”
“I confiscated it.”
“Why? And since when do you confiscate?” I laughed at her. Then I noticed what the paper-clip was holding together. Half a dozen pages, the first entitled ‘Purity Test.’ There were 200 questions.
“I took it from some Grade Ten Slayers. I think they were starting some secret dare club. I just wanted to see what it was, ya know?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “Sorry Faith, it’s just that you took possession of inappropriate material.” I flipped through it, cringing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to answer some of these questions.” Wrong thing to say to the girl who thrives on my discomfort.
She looked at me, eyes brimming with familiar challenge; “Dare ya.”
“Grow up Faith.”
“Wouldn’t think you’d be worryin’ B, what with purity being your middle name and all.”
I was seething. She does that. “You have no idea, what I got up to all those years you were locked away.” Low blow I know.
“Prison’s not exactly an obstacle to wholesomeness Buffy. You’re just scared I’ll be right when this test proves how prissy you are.”
“You are so gonna lose.” I took a moment to assess my priorities. “What do I get when I win?”
“Anything you want.” My stomach flipped over when her cheeks dimpled. “And if I win. I get anything I want.” That glint in her eye always signified trouble of the most troublesome kind.
But there was no way I could reject that challenge. “Deal.” Faith eased her fingers into mine and I was mesmerized, until I realized we were shaking on the dare. Did I mention that what was brewing was trouble?
I sat down opposite her on the floor as if we were going head to head in a TV game show. Faith snatched the test from me. “Question number one. Have you ever kissed a boy? Bor-ring.”
“I’m keeping score. One all.” So, the way this thing works; there are 200 questions about stuff you’ve done. Mainly sex stuff. It starts out tame and then builds up to stuff that no one en-souled or otherwise, should ever take part in. Depending on how many questions you answer with ‘yes’ you get a percentage scoring how pure you are. We were competing for the lowest score.
I’m guessing it won’t surprise you to know that after not very long, Faith was winning. She’d done every kinky thing imaginable, and some things it was hard to imagine. I should never have agreed to compete with Faith about sex. Grrrr. But we both wanted to suss out each other’s histories and it wasn’t like we could just ask. As with everything, we were vying for power and Faith seemed to have it.
That was, until 136. The necrophilia question. “Fine B, you get a point for Tortured-Soul Boy. Question 137. Have you had sex with more than one dead person at the same time?” Faith rolled her eyes. “That would be no, and no. Are you marking this down B?”
I smirked. “In fact, that would be no.” I said pointing at her. “And yes.” Indicating myself. I was way proud of me.
“No way. You can’t go making stuff up just ‘cos you’re lagging far far behind.”
“Actually…” I told her, in perhaps not my most modest voice, about my night with Angel and Spike.
“You got it on with dead and deader?” Faith was genuinely amazed.
“Yup.” I nodded, all proud of myself.
Faith looked puzzled. “Wow B, I’m actually impressed.”
“They were competing to see who could give me the most orgasms.”
“And you didn’t invite me?” Faith clutched her chest as if in tremendous pain. “I’m hurt B.” My own face must have fallen at that moment because Faith said; “Hey, I’m just messing with ya.”
“No, it’s just that I always thought that was the perfect night and you just made me realize it could have been so much better.” I sighed.
Faith laughed and looked kinda triumphant. Then, before she realized what she’d said; “I wouldn’t have shared you anyway.” She tried to cover her embarrassment by telling me an anecdote about a mixed gender biker gang, a ten foot length of rope and the public bathroom of a highway rest stop. But I heard.
According to Faith, necrophilia is one of the five basic no nos of SM but hello? Been there. Done that. Many times. Faith thought she could out-shock me…huh. She wishes. Robin Wood versus Angel and Spike? Together. I think I know who’s more dangerous. And hot for that matter. Also, does she remember when I came back from the dead? Oh yeah, you’re right; she wouldn’t, not with the whole being in prison thing. But anyway, beside the point. Spike and I were kinky! We could kink with the best of them what with the invisibleness and the house falling down and in an alley behind the Double Meat Palace. Ok, yeah sorry. Way too much information about Spike, right? All I’m saying is kinky. See? Pointing to chest for emphasis and everything.
Despite my momentary triumph, Faith won. “So, B? Let’s see…” She drummed her fingers on the floor pretending to be all contemplating. “For my prize. I pick…you.” She looked smug in that way only Faith can, as she ran a forefinger down my cheek.
Instantly my stomach tightened and I got those anticipatory tingles like just before a really big vamp creeps up on me, when I’m not sure yet whether I’ll make the stake. I was also curious and a little intrigued to know what this big-assed vamp would be like.
I was still sitting cross-legged on the floor like the good little girl that I am. Suddenly her lips were pressing into mine, her tongue squishing the protests back into my throat where they transmuted into a long slow moan. Faith was trying to possess me. Her lips, tongue, teeth all attacking the inside of my mouth. The force of her mauling toppled me backwards until Faith was writhing enthusiastically on top, her legs perfectly positioned between each of mine.
It’s not like Faith wastes time. Within seconds her hands had slithered under my shirt, tugging at my bra, allowing her fingernails to graze across my breasts and then down along my stomach. I’d forgotten how to breathe. There was just enough pain as she sucked at my neck to draw an involuntary whimper. Then she’d return to slightly kinder sensations.
Her lips sucked on my skin as her fingers hastily handled me. Every touch was rushed and scalding as if at any moment I might come to my senses and push her away. It did occur to me. But as she raised her body up, manoeuvring her hand more intimately between us, I caught sight of her rack. Those breasts were mesmerizing. I was mortified when she caught me looking; “Happy there B?”
“Could be better F.”
She looked deeply offended. I tore her bodice top down the middle, ripping it from her body. Her breasts were now fully exposed and within easy reach of my ravenous mouth. Then I looked up at her oh so innocently and said; “See? Much better.”
“I knew you were into it.” Her cheeks dimpled into a grin that would make you melt into the floor. That is if you weren’t so intent on melting into the body above that was pressing into all the right spots.
Then my fly was being unbuttoned and Faith’s fingers were sliding into my underwear. She let out one of her low sexy groans as she felt for herself just how turned on I was. When Faith pulled her hand away it was my turn to groan - in utter frustration. She brought her hand to her mouth and tentatively ran the tip of her tongue along the tips of her fingers. Then slowly she licked along the underside of each before taking her index finger into her mouth and voraciously giving it head. With her other hand she took mine and guided it down to the waistband of my panties. “Uh, Faith, I’d rather touch you there.” I was feeling embarrassed and kinda awkward.
“So?”
“I don’t think I want to.”
“I don’t think I care. I won and I want to see you touch yourself. I think you’ll find that you’re my prize. Just do as you’re told for once will ya? For one lousy second. It’ll be wicked hot, I promise.”
You know I don’t exactly love being told what to do. But once in a while it’s a relief when someone else makes the decisions. It’s kinda nice not being the one in control. I’ll rephrase; it’s kinda nice when Faith’s the one in control. “Ok fine.” I blushed as I…I can’t tell you this, it’s too, you know. So trying not to get into more wildly inappropriate detail than I have already. Faith wanted to see me, I so can’t look at you now, sucking on my fingers and tasting myself. Ok, so maybe I enjoyed doing it just a little when I saw how excited she got from watching.
“B.” She said her special nickname for me in a long throaty whisper drawing the word out as if it had three syllables.
“Naked.” I was barely coherent. It was all moving so fast and I was overwhelmed by the excited headiness and my own arousal. Faith had resumed teasing my pussy lips.
“Huh?” She barely paused in her ministrations.
“Naked. Us. Need to be. Now.”
“Sometimes B, you actually make a lot of sense.” At Slayer speed we disrobed one another of all remaining clothes. Soon warm naked Faith was pressing down on my body. As her pussy slid against mine I cried out. Her back arched as she pushed harder into me. For a brief moment Faith looked me directly in the eye, as if she would risk what I might see there in exchange for a glimpse of what I was feeling.
I don’t know if she found what she needed but beneath the curiosity and arousal I saw fear in her stare. She looked as though at any given moment I might shove my knee into her groin or drive my nails into her back in less than pleasurable ways. A deep ache welled up inside my chest. But as she plunged her hand inside me the ache dissipated and as the curl of her fingers hit my g-spot the ache was mostly forgotten.
Each nerve ending inside my body roared with sensation as Faith coaxed out of me every ounce of pleasure I was capable of producing. My blood-curdling scream could have woken the dead. If half of the dead weren’t already wandering round the school. “I thought you said you won?” I was seriously self-satisfied as I half beamed half smirked at her.
It’s easier to talk about sex these days. I’ve become less coy I think. You’ve noticed? That’s what being with Faith for six years will do to a girl. But it wasn’t all my fault, there were the extenuating circumstances of Jack Daniels. We were drunk, hungry and horny at 3am. So very extenuating circumstances. Ok, well um…I never could lie to you. Truth is; no one was drunk. We hadn’t slayed anything. And we were actually stone cold sober. In the middle of the afternoon.
But all that was in the good old days before Faith got in touch with her pain. It was when she was wild, crazy, reckless…fun. There are glimmers of the old Faith now but it’s not the same. I miss it. Miss her.
What with me sleeping in Toby’s room and Faith dealing with the big scary stuff, there’s not much of the down and dirty happening. You know something’s up with the universe when I’m the one frustrated by lack of sex.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Timeline: 8 years post Chosen
Summary: Buffy talks about the Slayer Academy and what they’re all up to now. Some of this is light and fun, some of it is rather angsty (and possibly triggering) and of course Buffy and Faith get it on.
Feedback: I would love as much and as detailed feedback and constructive criticism as you want to give. Thank you to everyone who's given feedback so far. It is much appreciated.
Distribution: That would be great, but please ask first.
Disclaimer: All of it belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
Acknowledgements: The best beta in the whole wide world. The lovely m_phoenix
Link to previous chapters
8. Purity Test
It was the first time I’d seen Faith post the post-Scythe-Share night of humongous hunger and whatever is way bigger than humongous hornyness. I knocked on Faith’s door, rolling my eyes at the sign saying ‘if you wanna come in you’d better be naked.’ The clinging halter top and hair swept behind her ear revealed the enticing curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I gaped at the exposed skin as she opened the door. Faith’s room was very inviting.
“B?” She quirked her eyebrow at me in that Faith way. Half curious half come on.
“Hey Faith, got any size three stakes? I’m all out.” They regulate stakes for Slayer training now. It’s based on diameter or something. So wrong. Her room was way smaller than mine and there wasn’t much there. It wasn’t as messy as you’d expect Faith’s space to be. Not that it was all immaculate - that would be weird. The room gave the impression that she cared about her space but was trying to seem like she didn’t. There were little touches, things that were very Faith; black sheets on the bed, a black and white poster of undressed people - it was hard to tell how many ‘cos their limbs were kinda tangled up. But the picture was more artistic than you’d expect of Faith. Against the wall facing the bed was an impressive array of weapons; crossbows, hatchet and knives of every size shape and lethalness known to woman. Faith had actually arranged them like they were on display. Weapons and black sheets and pictures of naked people don’t sound so homely do they? But it was the most settled I’d seen Faith and her room smelt musky and enticing. I walked in before I was invited.
There were a whole lot of stakes embossed with the Academy logo. “Help yourself.” The stakes were piled into a stainless steel bin. Faith definitely had the whole black and silver theme working for her.
I made no pretence over checking out the papers on her desk. Most of them were way out of date official Academy paperwork she’d forgotten to sign. My desk didn’t look that different. I picked up a single page. “You should get this back to Giles.” I avoided looking in her eyes when she rolled them like I was the most un-cool Slayer in the world. I picked something else up and smirked; “Since when do you buy purple sparkly paper-clips?”
“I confiscated it.”
“Why? And since when do you confiscate?” I laughed at her. Then I noticed what the paper-clip was holding together. Half a dozen pages, the first entitled ‘Purity Test.’ There were 200 questions.
“I took it from some Grade Ten Slayers. I think they were starting some secret dare club. I just wanted to see what it was, ya know?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “Sorry Faith, it’s just that you took possession of inappropriate material.” I flipped through it, cringing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to answer some of these questions.” Wrong thing to say to the girl who thrives on my discomfort.
She looked at me, eyes brimming with familiar challenge; “Dare ya.”
“Grow up Faith.”
“Wouldn’t think you’d be worryin’ B, what with purity being your middle name and all.”
I was seething. She does that. “You have no idea, what I got up to all those years you were locked away.” Low blow I know.
“Prison’s not exactly an obstacle to wholesomeness Buffy. You’re just scared I’ll be right when this test proves how prissy you are.”
“You are so gonna lose.” I took a moment to assess my priorities. “What do I get when I win?”
“Anything you want.” My stomach flipped over when her cheeks dimpled. “And if I win. I get anything I want.” That glint in her eye always signified trouble of the most troublesome kind.
But there was no way I could reject that challenge. “Deal.” Faith eased her fingers into mine and I was mesmerized, until I realized we were shaking on the dare. Did I mention that what was brewing was trouble?
I sat down opposite her on the floor as if we were going head to head in a TV game show. Faith snatched the test from me. “Question number one. Have you ever kissed a boy? Bor-ring.”
“I’m keeping score. One all.” So, the way this thing works; there are 200 questions about stuff you’ve done. Mainly sex stuff. It starts out tame and then builds up to stuff that no one en-souled or otherwise, should ever take part in. Depending on how many questions you answer with ‘yes’ you get a percentage scoring how pure you are. We were competing for the lowest score.
I’m guessing it won’t surprise you to know that after not very long, Faith was winning. She’d done every kinky thing imaginable, and some things it was hard to imagine. I should never have agreed to compete with Faith about sex. Grrrr. But we both wanted to suss out each other’s histories and it wasn’t like we could just ask. As with everything, we were vying for power and Faith seemed to have it.
That was, until 136. The necrophilia question. “Fine B, you get a point for Tortured-Soul Boy. Question 137. Have you had sex with more than one dead person at the same time?” Faith rolled her eyes. “That would be no, and no. Are you marking this down B?”
I smirked. “In fact, that would be no.” I said pointing at her. “And yes.” Indicating myself. I was way proud of me.
“No way. You can’t go making stuff up just ‘cos you’re lagging far far behind.”
“Actually…” I told her, in perhaps not my most modest voice, about my night with Angel and Spike.
“You got it on with dead and deader?” Faith was genuinely amazed.
“Yup.” I nodded, all proud of myself.
Faith looked puzzled. “Wow B, I’m actually impressed.”
“They were competing to see who could give me the most orgasms.”
“And you didn’t invite me?” Faith clutched her chest as if in tremendous pain. “I’m hurt B.” My own face must have fallen at that moment because Faith said; “Hey, I’m just messing with ya.”
“No, it’s just that I always thought that was the perfect night and you just made me realize it could have been so much better.” I sighed.
Faith laughed and looked kinda triumphant. Then, before she realized what she’d said; “I wouldn’t have shared you anyway.” She tried to cover her embarrassment by telling me an anecdote about a mixed gender biker gang, a ten foot length of rope and the public bathroom of a highway rest stop. But I heard.
According to Faith, necrophilia is one of the five basic no nos of SM but hello? Been there. Done that. Many times. Faith thought she could out-shock me…huh. She wishes. Robin Wood versus Angel and Spike? Together. I think I know who’s more dangerous. And hot for that matter. Also, does she remember when I came back from the dead? Oh yeah, you’re right; she wouldn’t, not with the whole being in prison thing. But anyway, beside the point. Spike and I were kinky! We could kink with the best of them what with the invisibleness and the house falling down and in an alley behind the Double Meat Palace. Ok, yeah sorry. Way too much information about Spike, right? All I’m saying is kinky. See? Pointing to chest for emphasis and everything.
Despite my momentary triumph, Faith won. “So, B? Let’s see…” She drummed her fingers on the floor pretending to be all contemplating. “For my prize. I pick…you.” She looked smug in that way only Faith can, as she ran a forefinger down my cheek.
Instantly my stomach tightened and I got those anticipatory tingles like just before a really big vamp creeps up on me, when I’m not sure yet whether I’ll make the stake. I was also curious and a little intrigued to know what this big-assed vamp would be like.
I was still sitting cross-legged on the floor like the good little girl that I am. Suddenly her lips were pressing into mine, her tongue squishing the protests back into my throat where they transmuted into a long slow moan. Faith was trying to possess me. Her lips, tongue, teeth all attacking the inside of my mouth. The force of her mauling toppled me backwards until Faith was writhing enthusiastically on top, her legs perfectly positioned between each of mine.
It’s not like Faith wastes time. Within seconds her hands had slithered under my shirt, tugging at my bra, allowing her fingernails to graze across my breasts and then down along my stomach. I’d forgotten how to breathe. There was just enough pain as she sucked at my neck to draw an involuntary whimper. Then she’d return to slightly kinder sensations.
Her lips sucked on my skin as her fingers hastily handled me. Every touch was rushed and scalding as if at any moment I might come to my senses and push her away. It did occur to me. But as she raised her body up, manoeuvring her hand more intimately between us, I caught sight of her rack. Those breasts were mesmerizing. I was mortified when she caught me looking; “Happy there B?”
“Could be better F.”
She looked deeply offended. I tore her bodice top down the middle, ripping it from her body. Her breasts were now fully exposed and within easy reach of my ravenous mouth. Then I looked up at her oh so innocently and said; “See? Much better.”
“I knew you were into it.” Her cheeks dimpled into a grin that would make you melt into the floor. That is if you weren’t so intent on melting into the body above that was pressing into all the right spots.
Then my fly was being unbuttoned and Faith’s fingers were sliding into my underwear. She let out one of her low sexy groans as she felt for herself just how turned on I was. When Faith pulled her hand away it was my turn to groan - in utter frustration. She brought her hand to her mouth and tentatively ran the tip of her tongue along the tips of her fingers. Then slowly she licked along the underside of each before taking her index finger into her mouth and voraciously giving it head. With her other hand she took mine and guided it down to the waistband of my panties. “Uh, Faith, I’d rather touch you there.” I was feeling embarrassed and kinda awkward.
“So?”
“I don’t think I want to.”
“I don’t think I care. I won and I want to see you touch yourself. I think you’ll find that you’re my prize. Just do as you’re told for once will ya? For one lousy second. It’ll be wicked hot, I promise.”
You know I don’t exactly love being told what to do. But once in a while it’s a relief when someone else makes the decisions. It’s kinda nice not being the one in control. I’ll rephrase; it’s kinda nice when Faith’s the one in control. “Ok fine.” I blushed as I…I can’t tell you this, it’s too, you know. So trying not to get into more wildly inappropriate detail than I have already. Faith wanted to see me, I so can’t look at you now, sucking on my fingers and tasting myself. Ok, so maybe I enjoyed doing it just a little when I saw how excited she got from watching.
“B.” She said her special nickname for me in a long throaty whisper drawing the word out as if it had three syllables.
“Naked.” I was barely coherent. It was all moving so fast and I was overwhelmed by the excited headiness and my own arousal. Faith had resumed teasing my pussy lips.
“Huh?” She barely paused in her ministrations.
“Naked. Us. Need to be. Now.”
“Sometimes B, you actually make a lot of sense.” At Slayer speed we disrobed one another of all remaining clothes. Soon warm naked Faith was pressing down on my body. As her pussy slid against mine I cried out. Her back arched as she pushed harder into me. For a brief moment Faith looked me directly in the eye, as if she would risk what I might see there in exchange for a glimpse of what I was feeling.
I don’t know if she found what she needed but beneath the curiosity and arousal I saw fear in her stare. She looked as though at any given moment I might shove my knee into her groin or drive my nails into her back in less than pleasurable ways. A deep ache welled up inside my chest. But as she plunged her hand inside me the ache dissipated and as the curl of her fingers hit my g-spot the ache was mostly forgotten.
Each nerve ending inside my body roared with sensation as Faith coaxed out of me every ounce of pleasure I was capable of producing. My blood-curdling scream could have woken the dead. If half of the dead weren’t already wandering round the school. “I thought you said you won?” I was seriously self-satisfied as I half beamed half smirked at her.
It’s easier to talk about sex these days. I’ve become less coy I think. You’ve noticed? That’s what being with Faith for six years will do to a girl. But it wasn’t all my fault, there were the extenuating circumstances of Jack Daniels. We were drunk, hungry and horny at 3am. So very extenuating circumstances. Ok, well um…I never could lie to you. Truth is; no one was drunk. We hadn’t slayed anything. And we were actually stone cold sober. In the middle of the afternoon.
But all that was in the good old days before Faith got in touch with her pain. It was when she was wild, crazy, reckless…fun. There are glimmers of the old Faith now but it’s not the same. I miss it. Miss her.
What with me sleeping in Toby’s room and Faith dealing with the big scary stuff, there’s not much of the down and dirty happening. You know something’s up with the universe when I’m the one frustrated by lack of sex.