A gentle murmur escaped Buffy’s lips as she felt the tendrils of sleep slip from around her ever so slightly. She could sense that it was late – or rather, early morning – as no light shone through her closed eyelids. In her slumbering daze she moved her hand over smooth skin under its touch. A smile lifted the corners of her lips; fingers remembering Satsu’s slim waist.

She was pressed close to Satsu, their legs entwined under covers that still felt too warm despite the thinness of the cotton. Maybe it wasn’t the covers making Buffy’s skin hot. It probably had more to do with being sandwiched between two bodies. It certainly gave her pause for thought.

It took a while for Buffy’s sleep induced haze to clear enough to fully realize her predicament. Once she had, she wanted to discover exactly where she was, and who was behind her. The last thing she remembered was feeling her eyes drifting closed as she listened to Faith.

Buffy had no problem recognizing her lover’s sleeping face in the soft light of the moon as she blinked open her eyes. Again she smiled, and moved her fingers up under Satsu’s shirt a little further. They were in her bed, her soft sheets with familiar scents, but there was still the question of the other occupant. She had an idea who it might be – which explained her entire lack of freaking out – but she had to make sure. She had to hold off on hope in favor of certainty.

Slow and steady, Buffy removed her right hand from under Satsu’s top. The deep, consistent breathing behind her didn’t falter – the soft, plumpness of breasts brushing against Buffy’s back with every inhalation. A lightly muscled stomach was also pressed against her, causing her mind to wander, her libido to take note.

Keeping the front of her body turned towards Satsu, Buffy looked over her shoulder; hand now traveling subtly backwards. She bit her lower lip when her fingers met the skin of a bare thigh. Just able to see the dark cascade of brown hair, closed eyes and instantly recognizable features, Buffy had her answer. Her certainty.

Her hand lingered on Faith’s leg, delighting in finally touching her. Reveling in the warmth that penetrated her fingertips, as she basked in Faith’s scent and the sensation of having her so close.

There was no need to stall for long on the question of why Faith was there – it would have been Satsu’s doing. Satsu who was braver than most; willing to take risks others would shy away from. Buffy was glad Satsu was that person, as it’s what had brought them together in the first place. It made her fall for her just a little more than she’d yet admitted to herself she already was; a chink of her armor falling away from her heart to reveal it.

Along with the feelings washing over her for Satsu, Buffy felt a distinctive buzz coursing its way through her with the knowledge that Faith had stayed. It wasn’t like Faith to risk people uncovering what lay beneath her layers and past the walls she had around herself. But here she was, putting that on the line. Her defenses were down in a way Buffy had never known before, simply because she was there. There sleeping peacefully next to a girl who had spent a lot of time treating her like crap.

As much as Buffy wished she could take all the bad stuff back, it was done, and they both had to live with it. What was important was the desire to change, to move past it all. That’s what she hoped Faith wanted too. The fact she was currently heating up Buffy’s back probably indicated at least that.

Fingers stroking over Faith’s muscled thigh, Buffy felt her push further into her back. If she had a wish right then, it would be for their clothes to suddenly disappear. She wanted to feel Faith flush against her. She needed to feel her skin on skin. It had always been that way, though denying it was easier than accepting it. Fighting with Faith had been easier than trying anything else.

She wasn’t that person anymore, however. It was fairly obvious they were both different now. Not different completely, but changed. Wiser, smarter, more prepared to search for more than the angry parts of themselves and each other.

Satsu moved gently in her sleep, causing Buffy to switch her attention to her. Removing her hand from Faith, she brought it back to Satsu, slipping it once more under her small top so she could rest it on the place she’d decided she loved on the girl – maybe all girls. Buffy wasn’t sure about all girls as she’d only ever been intimate with Satsu. Still, she imagined the silky skin of most women just above the hip at the waist was as. . .adorable and sexy all at once.

The part that wasn’t quite Satsu’s stomach, but not yet her back just seemed perfect to Buffy. Her hand fit just right in the small dip – not like the waist of a man, all hard and manly. She enjoyed stroking her palm up and down from hip to ribs, feeling the muscle tighten in response. The external oblique muscle to be precise. Not that Buffy had known that until she’d looked it up when attempting to name the area she’d grown to like touching and holding so much.

Her gaze wandered over Satsu’s face, looking for signs of waking. Satsu seemed sound asleep, and Buffy was beginning to wish they were alone. Her inner-slayer needed attention, and her outer-Buffy wouldn’t object to some either.

Whispering her fingertips higher under Satsu’s top, Buffy felt the swell of a pert breast that made her lick her lips. The fact that Satsu’s breathing seemed to quiver certainly wasn’t going to help deter her from a little secret groping. Groping Satsu had proved much fun recently. And waking her with said groping never failed to end well. So maybe, if she was really quiet, and slow. . .she could get away with sating her hornies just a little.

Pushing higher, Buffy let her hand sneak a palm full of boob as her thumb sought out the already stiffening nipple. A small grin placed itself on her lips and she circled her thumb over and around the nipple, taking notice of how Satsu reacted even in her sleep.

Rubbing just a bit harder, Buffy maneuvered her leg so that her thigh was between Satsu’s. She didn’t want to aggravate Satsu’s injury, so kept as tender as she could as she felt an inviting warmth on her own thigh between Satsu’s legs. The small panties Satsu was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination, and Buffy wanted to slide her hand into them to show her lover how much she wanted her, and how happy she was that she was still there with her.

Of course she didn’t; too aware of Faith behind her, and the fact that it would be just a little strange. Her hand didn’t move despite that, and her thumb continued to stroke over Satsu. She couldn’t help herself, and as Satsu began to breathe somewhat heavier she realized she didn’t want to stop.

Inching just a little nearer to Satsu – smiling when she felt Faith stay close as she kind of rolled with her – Buffy nuzzled her nose against Satsu’s temple and into her hair. She breathed deeply, enjoying her scent and the fresh smell of shampoo goodness. Closing her eyes, Buffy pushed her thigh up against Satsu more provocatively; a response for her own need to feel something between her legs other than the tingling ache that clearly told her she was aroused.

Her thigh muscles flexed as she kept her movements slow and restrained against Satsu. She knew she should stop; she wasn’t stupid. But the slaying, the hornies, and the hot girls, and the. . .yeah, there was no way she could stop the way her hand was now roaming freely over Satsu. Or the way her body had begun to move in a gentle rhythm in search of relief.

The heat encasing them was making her sticky hot, though even if it were freezing she imagined the tingling place between her legs would remain just as warm, and increasingly damp. Thoughts now running as rampant as her libido wanted to be, Buffy nudged her nose a bit harder against Satsu’s temple. Her lips were begging to taste her, willing her to brush them across her cheek, heading for her mouth. As she did so she felt Satsu push against her thigh, hot breath spilling from her nostrils when Buffy eagerly pushed back.

Mouth lingering close to Satsu’s, Buffy wet her lips slowly with her tongue. Satsu’s hand found Buffy under the covers, traveling over her hip towards her lower back under her loose tee shirt. The action caused Buffy to stall and pull her face back a little to look at Satsu.

She watched in the moonlight streaming through the window as Satsu's eyes fluttered open. There was no frown on Satsu’s brow. No confusion or accusation as she focused her pretty brown eyes on Buffy.

Feeling her body yearning for more contact, Buffy waited with shallow breaths as Satsu reacted to the situation. Her fingers were now splaying over Buffy’s back just under the bra she’d suddenly realized was all kinds of uncomfortable. Just as Buffy reached the verge of feeling guilty in her guilty pleasure, Satsu made her feel more comfortable with the fact she was still partaking in some clandestine groping by leaning forwards.

Their lips brushed together, a slow reintroduction that made Buffy’s body switch into automatic; on a path to pleasure, no matter how. She had to try to keep a grip, or Faith would end up getting more than she’d probably bargained on when she’d decided to stick around.

“Buffy,” Satsu whispered breathlessly across inviting lips as Buffy all but ground her thigh into her.

Satsu wasn’t sure if she was willing Buffy on or pleading for her to stop, though the fact her lips were once more on Buffy’s gave her some obvious clues. A sigh escaped her as Buffy increased the pressure between her legs and rubbed deliciously at a hard nipple. She couldn’t help but move with Buffy; keeping it slow and sensual. Buffy’s tongue flicked over her lower lip and she took it inside her mouth, letting Buffy kiss her more deeply.

She loved these moments – before the urge, the hunger and passion swept fully over them. She felt closest to Buffy in them. She felt Buffy opening up. Then once they’d fully wake and clutch onto the desire burning inside them, all that she’d be able to think and feel was pleasure and heat gripping them in a strong grasp that squeezed until they both popped.

The desire was already quickly taking over Satsu, and she could tell Buffy felt it the same, if not more considering it was her who had initiated this. Not that that was all that strange as Buffy had surprised her on quite a few occasions in the middle of the night. What was strange was the fact she could very clearly feel that Faith was still in the bed – she was close enough for Satsu to feel her against the back of her hand as she held Buffy. Moving her hand just an inch upwards, she collided with a taut nipple. This was all kinds of intimate and new.

Satsu wasn’t sure how to proceed, but her mind was beginning to become a fog of wanting so working out the logistics now was impossible. She knew Buffy had to know Faith was there. It would only be a matter of time before their movements woke her. Should she stop Buffy? Should she try to ask her what she was doing?

“Buffy,” Satsu whispered again as she pulled her lips away, feeling Buffy’s mouth keep its contact over her jaw and neck – which was terribly distracting. “What about. . .”

Buffy’s lips made their way back to Satsu, kissing sensually deep until Satsu could feel her whole body reacting – stomach tightening, lungs burning, and sex growing wet with need.

“I want you,” Buffy whispered seductively over Satsu’s lips when she finally pulled away, leaving Satsu a puddle of willing goo.

Buffy realized what Satsu was about to ask, and she was asking herself the same question. What about Faith?

The truth was, having Faith so close – feeling her at her back - was only making her more worked up. Whether it was just a slayer thing or much more she wasn’t. . .actually, she was sure, she just wasn’t certain she could admit it so freely to herself. If she admitted having both Satsu and Faith there was massively turning her on, then she’d have to accept the fact that she was a giant pervert. Or at least, a small one. . .with great taste.

“I just need to. . .” touch, taste, have. Buffy couldn’t hold herself back.

She slid her hand down Satsu’s stomach to the waistband of her panties, enjoying the way Satsu squirmed under her touch. She knew Satsu wanted her, was hot and probably wet for her. She could see it in her eyes and smell it seeping from her skin. As she toyed with the idea of continuing on the path down, Buffy suddenly felt Faith shifting behind her.

Buffy hadn’t stopped her subtle movements into Satsu - movements that had inadvertently caused her backside to brush up against Faith’s middle in an intimate way. It hadn’t escaped her, and was in fact driving her on, especially now that it felt like Faith was moving with her – against her. With a slight shudder, Buffy arched her back, pushing her rear into Faith to give them more contact. She knew she was playing with fire, but right now she didn’t care how much her hands would char and burn; she wanted to touch the flames.

Faith groaned sleepily, a husky burr that rumbled through Buffy. Her groin rubbed up against Buffy in the same rhythm she’d been moving against Satsu with. She didn’t know if Faith was fully awake, or just waking. Didn’t know if - when reality hit - she’d find herself being pushed away or pulled closer. The thrill of not knowing made Buffy hotter, wetter.

A mumble from behind made her heart pick up pace and her hand decided its own fate as it slid over the top of Satsu’s panties.

Satsu sighed, lips moving over Buffy’s chin and down to her neck as Buffy teased her over the material covering her. She tried not to shiver as she felt Buffy passing over her clit and back again, not quite pressing hard enough to give her what she now wanted so badly. Her own hand dug in to Buffy’s back, pressing firm in restrained need, then moving just right to rub the back of her hand against Faith’s breast and nipple.

It was naughty, risky, and too tempting to be a bad thing.

When her lips found Buffy’s once again, she was sure Faith was awake. There was no way she could have missed the moan that came from Buffy, or the movement of the bed as the kiss became hard and desperate instead of tender and slow. Satsu didn’t know what would happen, but she was too caught up. The hum of the slayer twisted around inside her, entwining with Faith and Buffy’s slayer in a way that was consuming, exciting, charged with feelings Satsu couldn’t even begin to unravel.

“Oh, Tentei,” Satsu groaned as Buffy’s fingers finally plunged beneath her panties. “Zutto tsuzukete.”

“Damn,” Faith drawled huskily as she pressed harder into Buffy, “knew that Japanese shit’d be sexy.”

Buffy stalled in her movements now she knew for sure that Faith was awake; her fingers lightly touching Satsu – holding still - and just able to feel her wet arousal seeping over them.

“Don’t stop for me,” Faith said, her voice dripping with a lusty tension. “Unless you want me to go.”

It didn’t sound like Faith wanted to go to Satsu. It sounded quite the opposite, and she could still feel the enticingly erect nipple against her knuckles.

There was no doubt for Buffy that she wanted Faith to stay. That’s not to say she wasn’t happy just being with Satsu but. . .well, this night seemed different. All kinds of different. It felt like she should give in to what the very basic depths of her craved. As if she had no choice but to follow her instincts and let the deep link that ran through them all take over.

“I don’t. . .I mean I. . .” Buffy stammered, turning her head just enough to see Faith.

She licked her lips as she tried to concentrate on what was right and wrong and not on the way Faith’s groin was pressed into her backside. It was kind of difficult given the fact Faith was still making the odd rocking motion against her, searching for more contact no doubt.

Here it was; her and Faith. Faith willing to be with her, if only for one night. But there was Satsu to consider, and she really did like Satsu, and enjoy her, and felt like she was falling for her bit by bit with every time they spent together. It was a dilemma she’d never imagined being faced with.

“It’s ok if she stays, Buffy,” Satsu said, breaking the sudden tension.

She moved her hand down Buffy’s back, running it over her backside, causing Faith to squirm a little as she also brushed against the thin material of her panties.

“If Faith wants to,” Satsu continued, peering over Buffy towards Faith and catching her eyes in the dim light.

Faith raised an eyebrow, her lips parting ever so slightly as the heat in the room seemed to intensify with possibility.

“It’s up to B then,” Faith added, her body now holding still against Buffy’s.

Buffy didn’t know what to say for the best. She wanted Faith to stay, but she didn’t want everything to get awkward. And she certainly didn’t want to wreck any chance of at least being Faith’s friend - not now most of the fighting seemed to be over between them. It was a precarious precipice they were poised upon, and the fall could be hard and nasty, or it could take them to places they’d never been to before. Good places.

She looked deep into her lover’s eyes, the warm brown easing her own icy green. She could see that Satsu was okay with Faith. She could sense that Satsu was feeling the same – the connection. The link. The heat between them.

“Stay,” Buffy said, a small tremble to her voice as she turned her head to catch Faith’s eyes.

Faith took a deep breath, which Buffy felt against her back. There was a desire emanating from Faith that made Buffy’s stomach flutter and dance. She could also feel the deep need from Satsu and she pulled her gaze away from Faith’s, moving her fingers once more, causing Satsu to sigh out her name.

Without thinking anymore about the situation or the consequences, Buffy eased forwards and kissed Satsu, whispering, “Thank you” across her lips.

The almost tentative kiss quickly escalated once more and Buffy’s fingers found their way between slippery folds, touching Satsu soft and slow in the teasing way she knew she liked. Faith was once again moving against her, plump breasts making Buffy dizzy with the thought of having them so close, yet still so tantalizingly concealed and out of reach.

Things were heating up out of control as Satsu began to moan at her touches, and Buffy thought it was high time they lost a few items of clothing.

“Take. . .off,” Buffy instructed, punctuating words with tugging motions at Satsu’s panties and top.

She helped Satsu out of her tee shirt, pulling it off over her head and throwing it to the floor as Satsu brought her hand to Buffy’s face. She was smiling, completely absorbed in Buffy as she began to slide Satsu’s panties down. All the moving caused Buffy to lose most of her contact with Faith, but right now she was focused on Satsu. Satsu deserved that much.

Once Buffy had Satsu naked she kissed a slick trail up her stomach. Satsu writhed under the attention, and flushed under Faith’s gaze. Her nipples stiffened as Buffy flicked her tongue over them one after the other, a hand - being careful not to touch the bandaged wound on her leg - blazing a trail over the rest of her body.

Her own hands reached out to Buffy, pulling her close, finding the places she longed to hold. They had plans other than just touching, and Satsu put them to good use, sliding the material of Buffy’s top upwards until it began to bunch at her bra.

“I get the idea,” Buffy said with a coy smile, leaning back to pull off her tee shirt.

She glanced over at Faith and tried not to get caught up in looking, staring, and possibly drooling as she finally got to take a good look at her at least partially clothed. Faith grinned up at Buffy, her own eyes roaming over Buffy’s pale skin. She felt suddenly shy as she noticed she was being scrutinized by them both, but it didn’t discourage her. Buffy wanted this. She wanted them both.

Dipping her eyes away from Faith and then looking back at Satsu, she unhooked her bra and slid it off. Both Faith and Satsu seemed happy to watch, but Buffy wasn’t planning on giving them a complete strip tease, so she leaned back towards Satsu and kissed her fully – their tongues flicking and sliding. Resting beside her once again with Faith at her back, she ran her fingernails over Satsu’s skin, traveling between her breasts and down over her stomach. She felt Faith moving just a little so she was higher up on the pillows, her breasts still teasing Buffy, helping will her forward into the unknown.

And this was definitely the unknown.

Buffy had never been in this position before except maybe once or twice in her dreams. She’d certainly never placed herself between Faith and Satsu before, even in her imagination. Now she was cursing herself for overlooking it. She could have had many happy nights full of naughty dreams if she’d just opened her mind to the possibility sooner.

Still, she was making up for it now. And even though she didn’t know exactly how far things would go, this was something that would stay with her. Not just on a sexual level, but on a slayer level. She felt the power of it coursing through her, wrapping around them all.