Title: Tis The Season (1/1) Author: Meredian Email: mere_dythe@hotmail.com Summary: Follow up to part of my "Holidays" fic. Disclaimer: The people belong to Joss, m’kay? Rated: NC: 17 Content: Buffy/Faith Notes: I liked my "Holidays" piece, and am going to try and do a follow up for each. *s indicate thought. Also, the original "Holidays" piece was written before "Amends" aired, so pretend none of that happened. ------------------------The shock from Buffy’s kiss spread through Faith, her mind reeling. Sure, she’d admired the little blonde’s good looks, but never expected that she would think… that way… about her. But the waves of shock didn’t die; they mutated, transforming as they radiated down her body.
Faith felt herself grow wet.
Buffy pulled her lips from Faith, wasting no time in burying her mouth in the other Slayer’s neck.
"Um, B?" Faith managed to stutter out, her surprise addled mind still trying to process what was going on. *Get a hold of yourself, girl. Don’t let this wig you out. It’s all 5 by 5…*
Buffy muttered unintelligibly, her warm breath coating Faith’s skin. The brunette shivered, running her fingers through Buffy’s hair. Suddenly, she felt the other girl’s tongue grazing her throat. The small action sent a surge of lust through Faith, her inner thighs tingling.
A surge that focused her mind, giving her the resolve which had been missing. Grabbing Buffy’s shoulders, she gently pulled the Slayer from her neck. Leveling a direct stare into her hazel eyes, Faith grinned.
"I’m not going to question it. But I can’t take this foreplay anymore."
The soft tunes tinkling from the TV played to themselves, unheard, unnoticed.
"Fuck me, B."
Buffy laughed gently, her eyes sparkling. "Why Faith, I didn’t know you-" The blonde’s words were cut off by Faith’s rough kiss, her tongue skipping the slow tango and moving directly for the heated lambada in her mouth. Buffy’s hands slid through the other’s raven curls, gripping her hair, rocking in the fire of the kiss. They wrapped arms and legs around each other blindly, seeking warmth, contact. Faith’s fingers groped at the tiny buttons on Buffy’s blouse, opening it, revealing skin with the remnants of a tan. The pads of her fingers slid over the heated flesh, savoring each touch, mindless of what they were doing, yet taking a still shot of each moment.
As the actions became more impassioned, they tumbled to the floor. Buffy, a look of triumph on her face, straddled the other Slayer on the floor. The thin scrap of lace covering her protruding breasts gave hint to the pink skin beneath; Faith felt a new tide of lust sweep through her. She reached up, grabbed Buffy by the shoulders, pushing her to the ground. As she felt her own wetness begin to spill down her thighs, her fingers probed under Buffy’s festive red fuzzy skirt. With one sweep, the tiny silky panties covering the blonde’s mound were gone.
Faith sat back on her heels, admired the dark nest of curls, the glistening wetness seeping through the folds. "Why B… I didn’t know you were a bottle blonde…" she said, smirking.
Only a faint gasp escaped Buffy’s lips. She sat up on her elbows, her eyes silently beckoning Faith to do her stuff. And Faith couldn’t dissent. She leaned over, her hand reaching in between Buffy’s legs. As her palm brushed over the wetness, Buffy moaned softly. Smiling to herself, Faith moved her face between Buffy’s thighs. Licking her lips, she plunged her tongue deep into Buffy’s core. Shocked at the sudden gesture, the blonde’s back arched, a low wail emitting from her mouth. Faith began to suck hungrily, rubbing Buffy’s swollen clitoris between her lips, devouring juices and sweat as fast as they were produced, Her hand slid along Buffy’s thigh aimlessly, rubbing it’s heated skin as she applied pressure.
As she felt her inner center begin to climax, Buffy’s hands grabbed the back of Faith’s head, pressing her face deeper into her crotch. Faith sensed the oncoming orgasm, and nibbled Buffy’s puffy clit softly, insistently. The pleasure was too much to bear; Buffy exploded, flooding Faith’s eager mouth with her fluids.
As Faith sat up, licking her lips, she waited for the squirming Slayer to come out of her delirium.
It didn’t take long.
*WHAM!!*
"Gotcha," Buffy said, her sweat stained face alert and happy. Faith tried to get up, but Buffy had her totally pinned. Before Faith could say anything, Buffy’s tiny hand was in her pants, rubbing and grasping at her folds. Faith closed her eyes, all resistance fading as fingers parted her lower lips and slipped in.
Thrusting her pointer and middle fingers in and out of Faith rhythmically, Buffy’s face leaned down to nuzzle the brunette’s breasts through her shirt. As Faith’s head began to roll back and forth, her hips bucking up involuntarily, Buffy slipped a thumb inside her to rub her clit.
The dark Slayer shot towards the edge dangerously fast, her thighs squeezing together on Buffy’s hand. As the blonde pressed hard on her clitoris, Faith’s core melted, orgasming on Buffy’s hand. She fell back, her body quaking, as Buffy slid off of her.
As she licked her fingers absently, Buffy threw a wicked grin at Faith.
"Tis the season."