FIC: Echoes of Faith - Chapter 4
Fandom: BtVS/Dollhouse
Title: Echoes of Faith
Chapter 4: Well, it *is* a Fantasy
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/“Faith”, Echo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit femslash. Also, some brief biting.
Summary: “Porn!”
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Buffy found her back pressed against the inside of the door to her hotel room as it closed. She locked the door, fumbling blindly as Faith had chosen that moment to reclaim her lips and thoroughly distract her. They stumbled together into the room, moving slowly and refusing to break their kiss for anything. Buffy felt one of Faith’s hands against the small of her back, holding her closely, and she responded by kissing back fiercely, entangling her fingers in Faith’s hair.
‘What am I doing?’ Buffy thought to herself. ‘This is so wrong.’ Breathing passionately through her nose, she continued kissing while her mind and body fought each other. ‘But God, I can’t wait to feel that tongue…’ Her body burned with desire as Faith’s hand moved under the back of her shirt. Just the sensation of touch, even a hand on her back, was enough to make Buffy moan into Faith’s mouth.
‘Is this all the imprint or is there some part of Faith that wants this too?’ she continued to ponder as Faith’s other hand started trying to push Buffy’s coat off her shoulders. ‘It’s probably crossed her mind, at least.’ Buffy disentangled herself slightly, still lacking the will-power to break the kiss. Instead, she assisted Faith with the removal of her coat. ‘Maybe we really could make it work. I know all this stuff about her now and - ooh. Hello, hand.’ Faith’s left hand was now under the front of Buffy’s shirt, sliding slowly over her abdomen.
‘I should probably be more involved here,’ Buffy reflected. ‘I can’t believe I’m going through with this.’ She grabbed Faith’s hips, trying to hold her even more closely than before. When Faith’s legs bumped the foot of the bed, she obligingly leaned back on to the mattress and Buffy followed. Their lips separated at long last and Buffy moved down to Faith’s neck as they both panted for breath. ‘This is definitely what I need,’ Buffy decided, feeling herself shiver as Faith gasped in pleasure. ‘Just gotta stick to the plan here. Do it. Enjoy the hell out of it. Move on.’
“Ahh, B,” Faith groaned. “This is - really great,” she managed between breaths, “I just…”
“Hm?” Buffy stopped kissing and sat up to meet Faith’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Faith assured her quickly, sitting up against the headboard, “it’s great. I’ve just…”
“What?” asked Buffy gently.
“I’ve never done this before,” Faith admitted quietly.
“What?” Buffy half-laughed in reply. “Faith, that’s sweet, but we both know it’s not true.”
“I meant with a chick, smartass,” Faith retorted.
“Oh,” Buffy responded blankly. “Wait, really?” she added. “Because you’re practically the poster girl for bisexuality.”
“That’s - I don’t know, sexist or something,” Faith began in indignation, but finished somewhat lamely.
“I just figured you probably - but it’s fine that you haven’t,” Buffy offered readily. “I haven’t either. I mean, you’re the only woman I’ve ever really even been attracted to. But I’m not really very nervous about this. Are you?”
“Not nervous really,” Faith told her, “I just…” she fell silent. Buffy made no reply, waiting patiently to hear what was on Faith’s mind. “I really care about you, B,” she said at last, barely above a whisper. “And I always screw everything up - especially between us - and I don’t want that to happen.”
‘I can’t do this,’ the thought came unbidden to Buffy’s mind. ‘Oh God, I can’t do this. If Faith’s feeling any of these things then I really need to go and see her.’
“Are we even still talking about sex?” Buffy questioned somewhat dazedly.
“I don’t know,” said Faith. “I think we’re talkin’ about me and you. If we do this - it’s gonna mean something, B.”
“Yeah.”
“And I’m really afraid I’m gonna end up hurtin’ you or something.”
‘Well of course you’re afraid,’ Buffy thought, ‘you’re imprinted not to hurt me.’ She sighed as this crossed her mind. ‘Who am I kidding? Faith isn’t thinking any of this.’ Her eyes were drawn to Faith’s right arm. ‘No tattoo.’ She hadn’t even noticed it before, but now it seemed so glaringly obvious. The imprint probably didn’t even realize she was missing anything, just like she believed in those highlights. ‘This was never Faith. I can’t believe I actually let myself buy into this stupid fantasy. I should’ve had them make a therapist instead… God, why does this hurt so much? This is supposed to be about getting over Faith, not figuring her out. I just need to move on. It’s not like I’m in love with her…’
“You okay, B?” asked Faith, concerned about Buffy’s continued silence.
“No,” Buffy managed feebly.
“What is it?” Faith held a hand up to Buffy’s face and cupped her cheek, like a lover might do.
“I’m in love,” Buffy answered, voice strained and eyes welling with tears.
“Buffy…” Faith was at a loss.
“Oh God,” Buffy lamented, “I didn’t even realize I felt anything this deep and now I’m in love. I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t even want me.”
“Hey,” Faith nudged Buffy’s chin so their eyes locked, “I want you.”
“No,” Buffy countered, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Faith didn’t want her.
“I didn’t mean anything like that,” said Faith reassuringly. “I definitely want you. I’m not good with feelings, but I care about you a lot and I feel all this really deep, complicated shit when we’re together. Do you really think I would’ve come up to your room just like that if I hadn’t always wanted you?”
“Just stop it,” Buffy insisted, drying her eyes angrily. Faith didn’t want her.
“I’m just tryin’ to be what you need,” Faith explained. “I really don’t know what I’m doin’ here, okay. And not just the gay stuff,” she qualified. “I mean, I’m not exactly good at relationships,” Faith continued. “The closest I ever came was with Paul.”
“Who?” asked Buffy in confusion.
“Robin,” said Faith.
“You said Paul,” Buffy informed her.
“Did I?”
“Who’s Paul?” asked Buffy, curiosity getting the better of her.
“How the hell should I know?” Faith replied with a shrug. “And stop tryin’ to change the subject,” she added.
“What? Relationships?” Buffy challenged dryly.
“Yeah,” said Faith softly. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“More than anything,” Buffy answered in complete honesty. “I’m so tired of being lonely.”
“Then let’s stop,” Faith suggested decisively. “I’ll work for it if you will. Just let me be what you need.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Buffy answered tentatively.
Faith leaned forward and pressed her lips to Buffy’s, lingering for only a moment before pulling back.
“Try,” Faith requested.
Faith didn’t want her…but the imprint still did.
“Okay,” Buffy answered, moving in to return the kiss.
“And B?” Faith interrupted before Buffy could close the gap.
“Yeah?”
“About the sex part,” she mumbled, “you’ll tell me if I fuck up, right?”
“Don’t I always tell you when you fuck up?” Buffy retorted.
“Yeah,” Faith agreed, grinning slightly.
“So, let’s fuck already.”
Buffy smashed her lips against Faith’s, kissing with a ferocious energy. Wet smacking noises filled the room as their mouths opened and their tongues took over the task of fighting out the constant tension that had always existed between them. Buffy was past caring that it wasn’t Faith, simply craving the solace.
‘I can still enjoy this,’ Buffy assured herself. ‘I just have to draw the line, that’s all.’ Supporting her weight with her left hand, her right hand moved up to cup and squeeze one of Faith’s breasts. ‘I can enjoy it as much as I want, just like I planned. I just have to remember that it’s not Faith.’
Not-Faith’s hands found the bottom of Buffy’s shirt and began slowly tugging it upwards. Reluctantly, Buffy broke the kiss, allowing for the convenient removal of the shirt. Her hand returned to Faith’s chest, prodding for the exact location of her nipple as she tossed the shirt aside. Faith started kissing Buffy’s neck now, licking and sucking in an alternating pattern.
“Ahh, God,” Faith moaned as Buffy found her target and gently rolled the nipple between her fingers and the layers of clothing. “Wishin’ I hadn’t worn a bra right now,” Faith voiced pensively.
“I think we can fix that,” said Buffy with a smile.
She sat back slightly, allowing Faith to lean forward from the headboard as her shirt was pulled over her head.
“How about that? We match,” Buffy mused. They were both wearing similar black bras, though Faith filled hers out to an almost ridiculous degree of perfection, causing Buffy to stare.
“Yeah, but unlike you, I wore black on black,” Faith pointed out. “That way no one can see it through my white t-shirt.”
“You know it turned you on,” Buffy countered, forcing her gaze back upward.
“Yeah, it really did,” Faith admitted with a smile and leaned in for another kiss. Her fingers trailed slowly up Buffy’s sides, eliciting shivers before moving around to unhook her bra. Buffy followed Faith’s lead and then they began sliding the respective shoulder straps down each other’s arms, which led to some unfortunate tangling as they reached their hands. Eventually both bras were tossed aside carelessly and both girls began groping for each other’s bare breasts.
“Ohh, God,” Buffy panted as their lips separated again. Faith kissed her way back down Buffy’s neck again. “I love you, Faith.”
‘This is my fantasy and I’m gonna do it right,’ Buffy thought to herself decisively.
“I love you too,” Faith mumbled between kisses. “God, I love you so much, B.”
“Shut up,” Buffy ordered.
Suddenly, Faith flipped their positions, leaving Buffy flat on her back with Faith straddling her hips.
“Fuck you,” Faith stated boldly.
“Promise?” asked Buffy, eyes alight with the possibilities.
Their lips met again. Buffy’s right hand snaked between them, grasping Faith’s left breast and gently teasing the nipple with her thumb. Faith’s breathing quickened and she pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. She rested against Buffy’s shoulder, occasionally groaning into the blonde girl’s ear and increasing her arousal. After a moment, Faith leaned in, teasing Buffy’s earlobe with the tip of her tongue. Buffy shuddered slightly as her breathing faltered under Faith’s care.
“God, I’m so horny right now,” Buffy exclaimed. “I want you so much.”
“Me too, B.” Faith turned when she felt Buffy’s legs move and saw that Buffy was trying to kick off her shoes with little success. “Let me,” Faith offered. She moved back, settling onto her knees at the foot of the bed. Extending Buffy’s right leg, she quickly removed a shoe and sock before leaning in to kiss the newly exposed ankle. Her hands moved back and forth along Buffy’s still-covered calf, gently massaging the tense and powerful muscles.
“I have another shoe, you know,” Buffy pointed out, nudging the side of Faith’s head with her foot.
“What’s the,” she paused as she kissed Buffy’s ankle again, “rush?”
“Well, I was hoping you might want to get in my pants,” said Buffy levelly, “but if you never take off my other shoe, it could be kind of tough.”
“Oh,” said Faith, “and what makes you think I wanna get in your pants?” One hand slid beneath the leg of Buffy’s pants, still caressing her calf.
“Well, if you’d rather have tea and crackers…” Buffy teased.
“Is that what they’re callin’ it now?” asked Faith.
“God, I hope not,” said Buffy thoughtfully. “But the point is: do you want to fuck me or not?”
“No,” said Faith softly. Buffy’s eyes widened in question. “I wanna make love to you.”
“God, you sound like a damn romance novel,” Buffy complained. “To hell with the words. Me. You. Sex. Now.” Buffy pulled her leg away so that she could sit up properly.
“Anyone ever mention you got a way with words?” Faith noted.
“Oh yeah?” Buffy grinned as their faces moved closer again.
“You had me at ‘sex’,” said Faith with a wicked grin of her own.
“Well, you had me at ‘hey, B’,” Buffy informed her.
“If it’s that easy then do I really need the ‘uffy’ part?” Faith challenged.
“I’m a package deal,” said Buffy with a pout. “You can’t have ‘B’ without ‘uffy’. It’d be like - like taking off my shirt, but not my pants.”
“Again with the pants?” Faith sighed in mock-frustration. “Damn, B, don’t you ever think about anything besides sex?”
“Not when you’re around,” Buffy answered as she moved to Faith’s neck and started kissing some more.
“You do make a convincing argument,” Faith noted as Buffy’s tongue dipped into the hollow of her neck. “What else you got?”
“Oh,” Buffy mumbled as she kissed and licked, “just you wait.” One hand trailed slowly up Faith’s stomach and then cupped her right breast.
“Uhhh,” Faith groaned as Buffy pressed the nipple with her thumb and gently rolled it in circles. Buffy’s kisses were slowly headed down Faith’s chest now as it rose and fell with her increased anticipation. Her path moved toward Faith’s left nipple, hoping to give each of them equal attention. Faith let out a second, more primal groan as Buffy’s tongue traced a circle around her areola. Her back arched in an effort to offer herself more fully to Buffy’s tantalizing touch.
“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Buffy suggested, moving away as Faith moved in, maintaining an elusive air of seduction. As she moved out of the way, she smoothed the sheets on the bed in a clear gesture that Faith should occupy that space. Buffy dealt with her own remaining footwear as Faith stretched out on her back and then she proceeded to do the same for Faith. Her hands pushed slowly up Faith’s thighs, over her black jeans.
“Ahh, God,” Faith sighed. “So wet for you, B.”
“What’s my name?” Buffy asked, pressing the seam of Faith’s jeans against her pussy, reveling in the warmth she felt there.
“Ohhh, fuck you,” Faith muttered.
“Fuck who?”
Faith pressed her lips together tightly.
“B,” she repeated emphatically.
“Is that right?” Buffy hooked a single finger beneath the waistband of Faith’s jeans and dragged it slowly across her stomach.
“Yeah, that’s right, B,” said Faith, deliberately stressing the nickname.
“Well, F,” Buffy replied, “do you want me to take off your pants?” Her finger now traced down the seam of the jeans, applying just enough pressure to make her presence felt.
“You’ll take ‘em off,” said Faith calmly.
“You think so, huh?” Buffy started kissing Faith’s stomach, just above the waistband of her jeans. Her right hand gently caressed Faith’s outer thigh, moving back in forth in a steady rhythm.
“I know so,” Faith assured her.
“And why’s that?” Buffy prompted.
“Because you want to,” said Faith with confidence. “You want my pants off a lot more than you wanna hear me say your name.”
“Oh, F,” said Buffy lightly, walking her middle and index fingers up Faith’s abdomen.
“Stop callin’ me ‘F’,” Faith protested, “it just sounds weird when you do it.”
“The thing is, F,” Buffy mumbled as her kisses moved up Faith’s body, “do you know,” kiss, “how many,” kiss, “people,” kiss, “have underestimated me?” She was nearing Faith’s breasts now. “And they always lose,” she stated defiantly, eyes locked with Faith’s.
“You know you want me.”
“Is that what you’re used to?” asked Buffy. “People who want you so bad that nothing else matters?”
“Don’t deny it,” said Faith smugly.
“Oh, I want you,” Buffy assured her, fingers now tracing patterns on Faith’s chest. “I want you bad,” she moved up further until her breath was hot in Faith’s ear. “I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you ‘til you scream,” she whispered. “I wanna feel your warm pussy wrapped around my fingers and hear you beg me for more.”
“Oh, fuck, B,” Faith panted as Buffy started nibbling at her earlobe.
“Do you want me to do those things to you, Faith?” Buffy purred as she moved down to Faith’s neck. “Do you want me to lick you?” She traced Faith’s jaw line with the tip of her tongue. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want you, B.”
Their lips connected yet again and their tongues pressed against each other in a battle of wills. Buffy brought her right hand to Faith’s left breast and lightly caressed the area with the backs of her fingers. Faith tried to suppress the shiver that ran through her body, but Buffy felt it. Grinning against Faith’s lips, Buffy traced her index finger in a gentle circle around Faith’s areola. A guttural groan passed from Faith’s mouth to Buffy’s as they kissed and Buffy relished the sounds of Faith’s pleasure.
Faith’s hand snaked between them, sliding downwards until Buffy felt it reach the button on her pants. Buffy started to mumble into the kiss, but decided she didn’t care if Faith wanted to continue. Her stomach involuntarily jumped as Faith brushed against a ticklish spot while fumbling with the button. As Buffy relaxed, Faith eased down her zipper, stirring a different tension that made each of Buffy’s muscles tighten briefly in anticipation.
After a few fruitless attempts to remove Buffy’s pants with one hand, Faith brought the other hand down to assist in the task. She got the pants down to Buffy’s knees, which were resting on the bed, preventing the complete removal. Faith tried to caress Buffy’s legs, but their positioning didn’t facilitate much action on that front. Their lips finally separated and Buffy shifted so that she could kick off her pants. Once she had managed that, she settled in next to Faith’s left side and started kissing her shoulder. Faith was panting from Buffy’s treatment and seemed temporarily unable to form words in her delirium. Buffy’s lips worked their way downward once again and Faith inhaled sharply as Buffy reached her nipple. Buffy gently suckled the hardened bud.
“Ohh, Buf - damn it,” Faith stopped herself mid-moan.
“Mmmm.” Even the syllable sounded smug as Buffy grinned, causing her teeth to brush against the nipple she was sucking.
Faith rolled onto her side and Buffy was forced to shift her attention to the other, more accessible nipple. Buffy’s right hand began stroking Faith’s hair while her left came to rest on Faith’s hip in an attempt to pull her even closer. Faith grasped one of Buffy’s breasts and rolled the nipple back and forth under her thumb. Buffy arched into the touch, feeling an exquisite sense of exertion as her shoulder blades tightened and released.
“Bold choice,” Faith noted. Buffy’s mouth left the nipple so she could look at Faith’s face in question. “The non-matching panties,” Faith indicated with a nod.
“What?” Buffy looked down at her simple, white thong. “Damn it,” she sighed. “I don’t know why I thought I had on the black pair.”
“Don’t worry about it, B,” said Faith, “it’s not like you’re gonna have ‘em on for long anyway.” Faith’s hand started moving slowly over Buffy’s flat stomach.
“You always say exactly what I need to hear,” Buffy answered with a grin.
“I try to be my best,” said Faith warmly, leaning in to kiss Buffy’s neck.
“So good,” Buffy exhaled breathily. She writhed under Faith’s touch as the brunette’s hand neared the waistband of her panties. Faith’s hand slipped beneath the article of clothing and Buffy suddenly felt self-conscious about her pubic hair. She worried that perhaps Faith would be turned off, but then she reminded herself that this wasn’t Faith. This was a doll, imprinted to love everything about her.
“Feels nice,” Faith mumbled predictably as she continued planting kisses on Buffy’s neck. Buffy would have taken some time to reflect on the doll’s flattery, but she was quickly distracted as Faith’s middle finger traced up and down her labia.
“Uhhh,” she groaned. “F-feels nicer.”
“Yeah?” Faith verified. “You like what I’m doing to ya?” Her finger continued in a tantalizingly slow up and down motion.
“It’s been so long,” Buffy panted. “So long - since anyone else…”
“You get lonely, girlfriend?” asked Faith, tone trapped somewhere between provocative and concerned. “Did you get wet when we went slaying together in Cleveland? Come home and reach down to deal with those needs? Run those little fingers over your clit just wishin’ they were mine?”
“Yesss,” Buffy hissed as Faith continued to tease her.
“And back in the day?” Faith continued. “When you were too scared to admit that slaying got you off, did you think of me?”
“Uhhh, God!” Buffy moaned as Faith’s middle finger slipped inside her.
“Tell me,” Faith insisted. “Tell me you went home and rubbed your slit, tryin’ not to think about me.”
“Faaaith.”
“Tell me you never came so hard as when you thought of me.”
“You - wish,” Buffy managed between pants.
“Tell me, Buffy.”
“Finally!” Buffy gasped.
Faith barely had time to blink before Buffy moved, pulling the brunette’s hand away. She rolled on top of Faith and started kissing her neck. As Buffy kissed, her hands went quickly for the button on Faith’s jeans and unbuttoned it.
“Damn,” Faith grunted as she realized what had happened.
“I told you I always win,” Buffy pointed out, her kisses moving up as her hands moved down to the zipper.
“You gotta tell me,” Faith persisted.
“Did I think about you back then?” Buffy repeated. “Did I lie about those low-fat yogurts? Were you so damned irresistible that I had to think about you when I touched myself?”
“Tell me,” Faith ordered, half-moaning and damaging the authority in her voice.
“You sure you want to know?” asked Buffy, sitting up and tugging at the jeans.
“Yes,” said Faith assertively, lifting her hips so Buffy could remove her jeans at long last.
“Well,” Buffy feigned thought as she slowly pulled the jeans off of Faith’s legs and tossed them to the ever-growing pile of clothes, “the honest truth is,” she leaned down so she could speak into Faith’s ear, “no.”
“No?”
“Never back then,” said Buffy plainly, kissing the area beneath Faith’s ear, “not in that way.”
“Really?”
“Sorry.” Buffy kissed Faith’s cheek.
“Well, when then?” asked Faith impatiently, barely noticing Buffy’s hand on her stomach.
“Mostly while we were in Cleveland together,” Buffy admitted. “And once in Sunnydale.”
“When in Sunnydale?” Faith demanded.
“It was - when I showed you the Scythe. And then we were talking about how lonely it was being the leader and - it just popped into my head.”
“And?”
“Who says there’s an ‘and’?” Buffy challenged, a single finger tracing the lacy waistband of Faith’s black panties.
“There’s an ‘and’,” Faith stated confidently.
“I thought about it,” Buffy confessed. “That’s definitely when I started to see you differently.”
“Come on, you know what I wanna know,” Faith told her.
“That night - I thought about what it would be like - being with you.”
“And by ‘night’ you mean you were doin’ yourself, right?”
“No,” said Buffy flatly.
“You’re supposed to be turnin’ me on here, B,” Faith pointed out.
“Oh, so I’m not?” asked Buffy, pressing Faith’s panties against her hot skin.
“Fuck me,” Faith gasped.
“We’ll get to that,” Buffy assured her.
“So what do you mean you thought about being with me?”
“I - fantasized,” Buffy supplied. “Just, not with the touching. I mean, I was sharing a bed with Spike; I couldn’t exactly fuck myself without him noticing.”
“But you wanted to?” asked Faith hopefully.
“Hell yes,” said Buffy immediately. “That’s why I knew I couldn’t sleep in my room with you there. I might have - done something impulsive.”
“Impulsive,” said Faith slowly, “you mean like puttin’ your hand down my pants.”
“Is that what you want?” Buffy traced her index finger up the front of Faith’s panties, feeling her labia imprinted against the soft material. “Are you ready to scream my name so loud that the people downstairs blush? You wanna let this whole hotel know who’s fucking you? Do you want me, Faith?”
“Wore my matching underwear and everything,” Faith quipped with a grin.
“Oh, fuck you.”
Buffy grasped the waistband of Faith’s panties and pulled. The sensation of the waistband pulled tight against Faith’s lower back was just shy of painful, but the material quickly gave way to Buffy’s incredible strength and she tossed the tattered garment away. Buffy spent a moment staring at Faith’s naked form. She was shaved and her labia were a light pink color, making them stand out against the pale skin around them. Faith was visibly wet and the sight excited Buffy more than she thought it would. Buffy’s index finger traced the labia from top to bottom and Faith moaned.
“Come on, B,” she pleaded as Buffy’s finger went up and down. “Want you so bad.” Faith writhed on the bed, trying to press herself against Buffy’s finger.
“Tell me what you want,” Buffy instructed.
“I want that finger in my pussy,” Faith replied. “Now.”
“Like this?” Buffy slipped her finger inside, reveling in the moisture. She felt her own face flush with excitement at this intimate touch. Faith’s inner muscles clenched around the finger briefly, but slowly loosened their grip as Buffy pushed in and out in a gentle back and forth motion.
“God, yes,” Faith groaned passionately.
Their eyes locked.
“I’m gonna make you remember this,” Buffy pledged, pressing her thumb firmly against Faith’s clit. Feeling less confident than she sounded, Buffy eased up slightly, afraid that too much pressure might not be as enjoyable for Faith as it was for her. She found it difficult to maintain a thrusting rhythm and pay attention to Faith’s clit, so she brought her other hand into the mix, teasing Faith’s clit in gentle side-to-side motions with her finger.
“Harder,” gasped Faith.
“Harder,” Buffy repeated. “Uh - which one harder?”
“Inside.”
“Right.” Buffy increased the thrusting pace of her finger, occasionally angling it slightly in an attempt to test the sensation of other areas. Each thrust caused a wet suction sound that served to turn Buffy on even further. As her arm grew tired, she pulled her finger out and laid her hand on Faith’s thigh, simply holding her steady. Her left hand took over the work of thrusting now and she leaned in closer. Tentatively, she pressed the tip of her tongue against Faith’s clit.
“Uhhh,” Faith grunted pleasurably. Gaining confidence, Buffy tried moving her tongue up and down rapidly, lightly brushing Faith’s clit with each stroke as she tried to replicate sensations and actions that she had always enjoyed when they were done to her. Faith seemed to concur with Buffy’s preferences, judging by her increased moaning. Faith’s thigh trembled beneath Buffy’s hand and Buffy felt her own thighs clench in response.
“Up,” said Faith.
“Huh?” Buffy questioned, pressing her tongue flat against Faith’s clit.
“Inside,” Faith explained, inhaling sharply in response to Buffy’s tongue. “Sorta up and to the right.” Buffy tried it. “My right,” Faith corrected. “Ohhh, that’s the spot,” Faith encouraged when Buffy’s finger hit the mark. “Now just - ahhh, God! Yeah, that’s good.” Buffy’s finger continued to work as she placed her lips around Faith’s clit and gently sucked. “Damn, you learn quick,” Faith sighed. Buffy felt a subtle increase in wetness and smiled against Faith at the signs of her pleasure. “Now pinch my clit.”
“What?” Buffy’s mouth pulled back so that she could look to Faith’s face.
“Finger inside, thumb outside,” instructed Faith, “act like you’re tryin’ to pinch it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do it!” Buffy began tentatively. “Harderrrr,” Faith moaned, both legs shaking on either side of Buffy’s body. “Oh, God. Oh, Buffy! Oh, God! Oh - ahhh fuuuck!” There were two muted thuds as Faith’s hands the mattress and she gripped the sheets. Buffy stared, slightly awed by the way Faith arched and writhed, gasping incoherent syllables in an effort to articulate her pleasure. Feeling slick, warm muscle pressing around her finger on all sides, Buffy felt as though she was truly a part of something beautiful. Accomplishment shone in her face as she met Faith’s eyes and observed the last flames of pleasure flickering there.
“I love you,” said Buffy softly, taken aback by the joy in Faith’s eyes. Faith’s muscles rippled around Buffy’s finger, slowly loosening along with the rest of Faith’s body as her head sank into the pillow behind her. Buffy’s finger slowly withdrew. Faith panted for several moments and Buffy’s gaze was drawn to Faith’s chest as it rose and fell with each breath.
“Love you too,” Faith managed. Then, after a pause, “Hey, dumbass, I’m up here.”
“Oh!” Buffy’s eyes quickly returned to Faith’s face. “Sorry. It’s just - you know - boobs.”
“Boobs?” Faith laughed. “What are you, a twelve-year-old boy?”
“What do you want me to say? Breasts?” Buffy questioned.
“Yeah, and then go put on your corset, Queen Victoria,” Faith retorted.
“There really is no pleasing you,” Buffy sighed.
“Not in that position-”
“You just came,” said Buffy with a roll of her eyes.
“Damn right, I did.” Faith stretched languidly, releasing the tension from each of her muscles. “And did I mention holy fuck that was good?”
“You look so amazing when you come,” Buffy told her. “It really turned me on.”
“Turned you on, huh?” Faith grinned as she stretched and placed her hands behind her head on the pillow, the picture of ease. “Sounds like someone oughta do something about that.”
“Maybe someone should,” Buffy agreed with a wide grin of her own as she crawled over Faith. Their eyes locked and Buffy felt a small tremor race up her spine in anticipation of the promises behind Faith’s gorgeous brown eyes. She leaned in closer, just barely allowing her lips to brush against Faith’s before pulling back again.
“So, tell me,” requested Buffy, “did you ever think about me?”
“You know I did,” Faith stated plainly.
“Tell me about the first time.”
“I don’t remember,” said Faith with a shrug. “It feels like it’s kinda been always, you know.”
“Always?” asked Buffy, slightly surprised by the answer.
“Sorta on and off, I guess,” Faith explained, “but yeah.”
“On and off?” Buffy shifted to lie next to Faith again, fingers gently tracing her patterns in her lover’s stomach.
“Yeah. Just sometimes when I had to do it myself, I’d think about you.”
“Even back then?” Buffy questioned. “Even when we were enemies?”
“You’re fuckin’ hot, B,” Faith pointed out. “Hell, even when we were fightin’ I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill you or fuck you.”
“But wouldn’t that mess with the whole dark side thing?”
“Well, it wasn’t like being girlfriends was part of the fantasy,” said Faith bluntly.
“Oh.” Buffy frowned slightly.
“Hey,” Faith rolled onto her side and held a hand to Buffy’s cheek, “it is now.”
‘Not Faith, not Faith, not Faith,’ Buffy reminded herself mentally.
“I think you’re right about us being good for each other,” Faith continued in a soft and husky tone. “You know this isn’t just sex, right?”
‘Yes it is,’ thought Buffy sadly, almost wishing she could keep the doll.
“I really care about you,” Faith assured her. “And I know I’ve got history, but I would never use you like that.”
‘God, I wish I could stop thinking long enough to enjoy this.’
“I know,” Buffy half-whispered. “I know you care. And not to undermine that, but - yeah that,” said Buffy as Faith started kissing her neck. “God, I’m so ready for this.”
“Oh, I’ll get ya there, babe,” Faith pledged.
“Babe?” asked Buffy dryly.
“Sweetheart?” Faith tried, pulling away from Buffy’s neck and meeting a skeptical expression. “Hot stuff?”
“Buf-fy,” the Slayer articulated.
“Does that turn you on?” Faith asked doubtfully.
“When you say it,” Buffy informed her. “It really does.”
“Buffy,” said Faith with a grin that Buffy happily reflected.
“Now lower,” requested Buffy.
“What?”
“Your voice. Do it all low and husky.”
“Husky?” Faith questioned, raising an eyebrow. Buffy simply nodded as Faith leaned in. “Buffy Anne Summers,” Faith’s voice was low and soft in Buffy’s ear, causing her to shiver. “You’re about to come so hard you forget that name.”
“I didn’t even - ooh,” she moaned slightly as Faith started nibbling her earlobe, “I didn’t even realize you knew the Anne part.”
“I pay attention, B,” Faith explained, “especially to you.”
“Any time you want to stop being so perfect, go right ahead,” Buffy told her, only half-joking.
Faith made no reply, but resumed her kissing, starting just below Buffy’s ear and working downward. Buffy’s moan was nearly a purr as Faith’s lips seemed to inject pure contentment into her body. Left hand supporting her weight on the bed, Faith’s right hand cupped Buffy’s left breast, gently stroking her flesh. Each touch earned soft sighs from Buffy’s lips as she tried to focus herself solely on the physical sensations. Her head lolled in pleasure as she searched for anything that could distract her from the contrived qualities of the imprint and her thoughts about the woman she couldn’t have.
Buffy’s body tensed as Faith’s tongue pressed against her neck and licked. It was not an overtly erotic lick, but concentrated pressure from the tip of Faith’s tongue that caused Buffy’s entire nervous system to react in a variety of ways. She knew exactly what Faith was doing and why she was doing it. Faith’s tongue had just played connect the dots with two faded puncture scars on Buffy’s neck.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” Faith mumbled, kissing around the area.
“I don’t know,” Buffy gasped, slightly disoriented by Faith’s actions.
“Some things never change, huh?”
“What?”
“B, if something makes you feel good, you oughta enjoy it,” said Faith before kissing some more.
“But it’s,” Buffy panted as Faith’s tongue swiped across the area again, “it’s fucking weird.”
“Who cares?” muttered Faith. “Just you and me.” She pulled back to speak. “Is it weirder that you get off on this or that I do?” she challenged. “You wouldn’t even have those marks if it wasn’t for what I did.” More kisses covered the area, each one soft and tender. Buffy could feel a message in Faith’s actions that intensified her pleasure, repeated with each kiss: I’m sorry.
“Faith,” said Buffy gently, unsure of how to respond. “Ohhh, God yes!” she added suddenly as Faith bit her, applying a gentle, unyielding pressure. Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment as Buffy’s body writhed, muscles tightening in an ecstatic rush of adrenaline and passion, spurring each other on to greater heights. “Guh!” Buffy huffed when Faith finally let up. “Holy God!”
“Name’s Faith, baby, but I understand the mix-up,” Faith quipped.
“Fuck - you,” said Buffy slowly, breathing deeply.
“We already did that,” Faith pointed out. “It’s your turn now.” Her thumb moved inward on Buffy’s breast, pressing down the nipple firmly. Buffy felt as if she were sinking into the bed on each exhale and rising to Faith’s touch on each inhale, rocking with the steady tide of the sensations assaulting her body and mind. Faith sucked at Buffy’s tender neck and all of her muscles rippled in reply. While her thumb gently circled Buffy’s areola, Faith’s lips began to move slowly down and away from the macabre erogenous zone.
“Ahhh please.” Buffy’s hips squirmed in anticipation as Faith’s mouth reached the top of her right breast. Taking the hint, Faith’s hand dropped to Buffy’s stomach, moving in deliberately slow motions and teasing the idea of what was to come. “Please,” Buffy repeated in a desperate whisper as the most extreme heights of pleasure remained tantalizingly out of reach. Faith’s tongue teased the flesh just beyond the border of Buffy’s areola, causing her to sigh in frustration. “Need you,” said Buffy, trying to make it sound like a command.
Fingers teased across the waistband of Buffy’s panties and the Slayer arched against the touch. The bud of her nipple was pressed down by Faith’s tongue, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body. Faith blew softly on the moistened nipple and Buffy shuddered. Steadying the stiffened bud between her teeth, Faith teased it with gentle flicks of her tongue. Buffy felt as if every cell of her body were charged with an electrical current, beginning where her body met Faith’s. Faith suckled her nipple and Buffy ached for the physical intimacy that was being provided.
“Yessss,” Buffy encouraged as Faith’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. She felt a gentle tugging sensation as Faith’s palm pressed against her pubic hair while her fingers teased Buffy’s folds. Gently spreading her with the index and ring fingers, Faith slipped her middle finger into Buffy’s opening. “God!” Buffy groaned pleasurably, feeling Faith’s finger inside as well as a soft pressure against the hood of her clit.
“You like that?” Faith asked, pausing to stroke Buffy’s nipple with her tongue. “You gonna come for me, Buffy?”
“Fuck yes,” Buffy sighed.
“Bet you wish I’d take those panties off, huh?” Faith questioned as she withdrew her finger.
“Uhhh, don’t care,” Buffy moaned. “Just do me already.”
“Well, that hardly seems fair,” Faith noted. “Me being all naked, I think I need to see the rest of your gorgeous body.”
“Then take them off,” Buffy instructed. Faith pulled her hand out and gripped the front of the waistband. “Come on,” Buffy pleaded, lifting her hips obligingly.
“You must want me real bad by now,” Faith mused, hand still resting in place.
“So hot,” Buffy whimpered.
“Well,” Faith sat up, grasping the panties with both hands now, “if you’re hot, we should probably remove some layers.”
“Do it,” Buffy hissed.
“You’re sure?” Faith verified.
Buffy responded with an incoherent growl. Deciding not test her luck any further, Faith slowly eased the simple garment down Buffy’s legs.
“Is that better?” Faith asked, hands caressing Buffy’s legs now.
“Wanna feel you,” Buffy whined.
“Feel me, huh?” Faith’s hands moved up Buffy’s thighs, thumbs massaging the supple flesh as they moved. “Want me inside you?” Her thumbs traced the edges between Buffy’s thighs and her pubic mound. “Want me to touch your clit?” One hand rested at the top of Buffy’s thigh while the other gently trailed through her pubic hair. “Want me to lick you?”
“Only if you want to,” Buffy mumbled with a blush. She assumed that oral sex would be within the imprint’s parameters, but she didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to, blondie,” Faith informed her as she leaned in and started kissing her thigh. “And natural too. Good on you, by the way,” she added, working her way up and inward. Her index finger circled Buffy’s labia as Faith moved ever-closer to her destination.
“Oh fuck, so good, so good,” Buffy chanted under her breath as Faith’s index finger just barely slipped inside, flirting with the idea of penetration. Lips and nose brushing against soft blonde hair, Faith was nearly there now. In unison, her finger pushed in deeply while her tongue flitted over Buffy’s clit and the Slayer arched briefly. “Just like that,” Buffy sighed happily. Faith’s licks were soft and brief, but delivered perfectly measured doses of pleasure that made Buffy tremble and quake.
“Oh, Faith. Ohhh, Faith!” she moaned loudly as Faith added a second finger inside of her. Both fingers pumped in a firm, steady rhythm and Buffy’s inner muscles clenched briefly with each thrust. She inhaled sharply as Faith sucked her clit and her legs began to shake. “God, yes, suck my clit!” Buffy commanded. “More! More!” Her head tossed from side to side in pleasure. Faith’s tongue pressed against Buffy’s clit, providing a pleasant counter-pressure to the suction. “Come on, come on, come on,” Buffy whimpered, hips bucking slightly. Faith switched back to a single finger, occasionally curling it and prodding various areas.
“No good,” Buffy dismissed. “Stick to the clit.” Faith lapped eagerly at Buffy’s straining clit, continuing to idly thrust with her finger. Buffy’s hips bucked and her clit brushed briefly against Faith’s teeth, prompting Faith to place her free hand on Buffy’s stomach to hold her steady. “So close,” Buffy announced, continuing to writhe beneath Faith’s firm hand.
Faith sucked Buffy’s clit again, finally pushing her over the edge as she came with a cry of, “Dear GOD!” Her back arched as her muscles rippled rhythmically from head to toe like waves washing over her. She could feel tension slipping away and contentment flooding her system with the ebb and flow of those waves. Suddenly she found herself hyperaware of the tactile pressures on her body. Faith’s fingers splayed across her stomach and another wrapped tightly within a ring of contracting vaginal muscles, the sheets against her back absorbing perspiration, the firm edge of the bed pressing against her palm and a pliant pillow clutched in her other hand. Gasping for air, she allowed her body to sink deeply into the mattress as the intense waves of pleasure faded.
“Ahhh, God,” she sighed, stretching her arms and legs as Faith pulled away and crawled up next to her.
“Good?” Faith questioned.
“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it,” said Buffy happily. “This was definitely worth it.”
“Worth what?” asked Faith curiously
“Oh - just - you know, the risk, the effort - all that stuff,” Buffy mumbled evasively.
“Yeah, it really was, wasn’t it?” Faith pondered. “Part of me feels like it’s always been you, you know?”
“Oh, don’t go all mushy on me,” Buffy insisted.
“I mean it, though,” said Faith, “we’ve got a good thing here. I’m glad we could - you know, get over ourselves and figure that out.”
“Yeah,” Buffy sighed despondently, thoughts of the real Faith intruding upon her afterglow.
“You all right?” asked Faith, picking up on the change in Buffy’s mood.
“Yeah, just - thinking about all the lost time,” she lied.
“Well, we’ll make up for it,” Faith assured her.
“You bet,” said Buffy distantly. She pulled herself closer, laying her head across the doll’s chest. “Has anyone ever told you your breasts are exceptional?” Buffy mused.
“Pretty much everyone,” said the doppelganger as she wrapped an arm around Buffy’s shoulders, “but it’s nice to hear you say it.”
“This is really nice,” Buffy reflected. “I almost wish I could stay in this night forever.”
“We’ll have more,” said the doll, beginning to stroke Buffy’s hair now.
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Faith,” Buffy whispered, shutting her eyes against the tears forming there.
Eventually they fell asleep like that, lulled by each other’s rhythmic breathing. Neither of them noticed Buffy’s cell phone, vibrating among the pile of discarded clothing. So neither of them heard the message Willow left on Buffy’s voicemail.
“Buffy, it’s me. I think something’s wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but definitely not right. I started feeling these ripples - magic ripples, that is. It seems like maybe something’s up with the spell I used to put Faith’s memories in that wedge. I checked in the nether realms and I think it’s something to do with that girl, like she’s resisting the imprint or something. I was looking at Rossum’s files on her and there’s definitely some interesting stuff in her blood work. It’s almost like she made the magic turn corrosive or something. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what’s happening, but I thought you should know just in case she starts acting weird or something. Call me as soon as you get this.”
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