The Start of Something Good by The Bear

Summary: Dog-boy was never an issue, and Willow doesn't need a doppelganger to realize her sexuality.

"What are you doing Willow?" the redhead asked herself for like the hundredth time as she walked from the High School to the cheap motel where Faith was staying.

Giles had called a Scooby meeting for later and Willow had volunteered to tell Faith, since she was the only one that didn't go to the school. She remembered the confused looks on Buffy and Xander's faces when Giles had said, 'someone will have to let Faith know,' and she had immediately jumped up and said, "Oh, I'll tell her!" She had immediately blushed, knowing that she had sounded much too eager and excited by the prospect.

The truth was that she had a… not so little crush on the dark haired Slayer. She hadn't recognized it at first herself, because she'd never felt that way about another girl before. She was embarrassed by it, and of course worried about how Buffy and Xander would react if they found out. But, it was rapidly becoming too much for her to hide anymore.

It was almost as if there was some chemical imbalance in her- whenever she saw or heard or even thought of Faith, she got all excited and hot. She masturbated every night to thoughts of Faith. She dreamed about her all night long, and was even spending most mornings these days with her fingers stuffed up inside herself and pretending it was Faith.

The worst part was that she thought Faith might have figured it out. The brunette kept doing things… like she was maybe teasing her.

Like yesterday when they were researching, Faith was wearing one of her usual tank-tops and she would kneel in her chair across from Willow and every once in a while, she'd lean all the way across the table to point at something in Willow's book. Of course, this gave Willow a perfect view down the girl's shirt, and she had to struggle to keep her eyes on whatever Faith was pointing out to her. Then later she started to walk away from the table and loudly noted that her boot had come untied. When Willow looked over, Faith had bent all the way over, keeping her legs straight, and slowly tied her shoe, while Willow stared at her leather pants stretched all tight across her butt. She stayed that way until Willow noticed that Faith was looking back at her between her legs. She had instantly flushed bright red and looked around to see that- thankfully- no one else had noticed.

At least Faith didn't seem mad about it, but Willow didn't know what she was going to do! She was going slowly insane with lust like she'd never experienced before.

Bored, bored, bored. Nothin on the fricken TV, no money to do anything, and hours till it was dark enough to go hunting. Faith lay on her bed dressed only in a threadbare wife-beater and a pair of panties. It was too damned hot for clothes, and this dive didn't have any AC. So she lay there, trying unsuccessfully to keep from sweating while her mind wandered.

Sunnydale California. Pretty much what she expected from seeing TV shows about southern California. Hot summer, not as humid as Boston got, but it was supposed to stay hot well into what would be fall in New England. She'd come here to escape Kakistos, which hadn't worked, but she had actually managed to kill that son of a bitch… with Buffy's help of course.

Buffy Summers… 'B' as Faith liked to call her; mostly cause she knew it pissed her off. Buffy was kinda what Faith thought she'd be; great fighter, even better than Faith was herself- which she'd never admit in a million years- cute, but disappointingly straight… if you could call being in love with a vampire straight. Girl brooded way too much though. She didn't have any fun; and that was confusing, cause even though a lot of her attitude was a bluff- a shield against the world that had screwed her over her whole life- killing vampires was a freakin hoot! She'd never had more fun in her life than she had slaying. Ok, so the whole Über-vamp killing the watcher thing sucked big time, but regular vamps were tons of fun to fight and kill. Slaying was pretty much the only thing Faith had to live for… well that and the aftermath.

Hungry and horny. Nothing like dusting a few vamps, hitting the dance floor and the snack bar, and then picking up some stud to use and discard. Sometimes she didn't feel like a guy, though. Sometimes she liked to pick up a girl for a night… unlike the guys- which she threw out as soon as she was through with them- she didn't mind sleeping with a girl for a night, or even more sometimes. It never lasted very long, of course…

Thoughts of girls naturally led to thoughts of Red. Willow Rosenberg… pretty much the opposite of the kind of girls Faith usually went for… she was quiet; a bookworm and computer geek… and smart, and cute… The way she would get all flustered when Faith teased her, the way she unconsciously licked her lips when she was staring... Faith was starting to catch the redhead staring a lot more lately, and damn if seeing that little pink tongue swipe across her lips didn't just turn Faith on!

Faith's hand was slowly moving down her torso and slipping under the elastic of her panties as she thought about the redheaded Scooby.

Just as her fingers reached the patch of curls above her sex, there was a knock at the door. "Crap!" she muttered.

"Yeah, who is it?" Faith yelled while she reached for her pants, not planning on giving the hotel manager a free show, and who else would be knocking on her door? She froze mid stretch when she heard the muffled reply, "Uh it's Willow," through the door.

Faith remained comically frozen for several seconds as her mind whirled. Hearing Red call her name again, questioningly, through the door snapped her out of it. "Uh, yeah… just a minute Red!" she shouted back. She dropped her arm and sat up, having come to a decision.

"OhGodOhGodOhGod," Willow thought nervously to herself as she stood outside Faith's door, waiting for her to open it. "Come on Rosenberg, you can do this… just be cool… just tell her that Giles wants a meeting… nothing to it."

Willow was looking away from the door when it opened. She heard Faith's 'Hey Red, what's up?' and started to talk as she turned, "Hi! Uh Giles said…" Willow's breath caught and her eyes widened as she saw Faith… in a tanktop that was almost transparent it was so thin, and a pair of black panties. "Oh God!" she squeaked.

Faith was just a little nervous herself, but seeing Willow's reaction, she felt her nervousness slip away and be replaced with confidence. "No way I was misreading her, she wants me baaaad!" Faith thought. "Giles said 'Oh God?'" she teased the blushing redhead.

Willow could actually feel the heat emanating from her face as she blushed harder than she had ever in her life, she thought.

Faith caught the girl's hand and pulled her into the room. As she stuttered, "Uh, no… he, ah, wants to have a meeting…"

"Damn!" Faith thought. She'd been hoping to seduce the redhead now that it was clear where she stood. "Well, I'll try later, in the meantime…" Faith turned her back on Willow and bent over to pick up her pants. "So, Scooby time, huh?" she asked as she reached down. She made sure to spread her legs a little, and she could feel her panties pressing tightly into her pussy, "I'll give Red a hell of a look," she thought.

Willow's eyes dilated in pure desire as she could clearly see the outline of Faith's sex against the black fabric, not to mention a great view of the Slayer's tight butt. She didn't even notice that she whimpered as she said, "Not for a few hours…"

Faith twisted to look around her leg and up at Willow. She noticed the redhead's lusty gaze, which was clearly fixed on her ass. She smiled and teased, "See something you like Red?"

Willow, of course, blushed even harder, if that was possible, and began to stammer and stutter- not managing even parts of words- mostly just vowel sounds.

Faith slowly rose to a standing position and smoothed her hands over her butt, while looking over her shoulder at Willow. She turned around slowly and brought her hands around and up her thighs and pelvis, pulling the hem of her shirt up as they rose to just above her navel, which she toyed with idly. Her voice was just a little deeper than normal as she said, "So, we don't have to leave right away then?"

Stalked. That was the only way to describe Faith's movement across the room toward the panting hacker. She stepped right up to the frozen-in-place girl and put her hands on Willow's hips.

Willow stiffened as she felt Faith pull them together so that they were touching from thigh to breast. She couldn't stifle the moan that came out.

Already aroused, Faith echoed Willow's quiet groan when she saw the girl moisten her suddenly dry lips with that ever-so-pink tongue.

Willow thought she might die right then, her heart was beating so fast and her sex was suddenly very wet and swollen, and her mind was racing with desire and fear.

"I'm so bored, Red. Can you think of anything we could do to kill a couple hours?" Faith said in her deepest, most sultry voice.

Please don't tease me, Faith," Willow said with a cracked voice as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Faith moved her hand from Willow's waist and caught the tear with her thumb. She was suddenly very worried. "What's the matter Willow?" she asked, her face showing her confusion and concern. She had been so certain that Willow wanted this, all the signs were there… "Don't you want…?"

Willow was torn. She wanted Faith so bad she couldn't stand it… but to be just another notch on the fiery brunette's belt… for this to be a one-time thing… "I- I do! But, but…"

"Notifit'sonlyonce!" Willow blurted out, more tears starting to flow from her eyes.

It took Faith a second to figure out what she'd said. Then she said, "Oh, I get it. You're worried about the whole use 'em and lose 'em thing, right?"

Willow nodded her head, vacillating between kicking herself for turning down her one shot, and patting herself on the back for not giving in and letting herself be used.

Faith remained pressed up against Willow's stiffened body, her confidence returning and a tendril of relief moving through her at the knowledge that Willow wasn't just interested in the sex herself, as ironic as that was. "Let me tell you a secret, Red; I go through guys like kleenix 'cause they're only good for one thing. It's not always like that with girls."

She smiled as she felt Willow relaxing a little. "I'm not gonna stand here and profess my undying love or anything, Red. I'm not like that. But… I wouldn't mind trying for something… I dunno, something like a relationship, I guess." Faith was almost embarrassed as she said that. Mostly because she didn't really do relationships, or she hadn't really done them anyway. But, she kinda wanted to maybe put some roots down in SunnyD. And, she wouldn't mind something steady… something with someone who wouldn't treat her like crap; and she didn't think Willow was the type to treat someone badly- the girl was all sweetness and light.

Willow's face lit up. "Really?" she asked, hesitant to believe someone would really want her- no one ever had before.

Faith's hands returned to Willow's waist and began to stroke in small circles over her denim-clad flanks. "Yeah," she said. "I mean, I kinda like you Red…" her eyes dropped as she added, "A lot, really…" her deeper feelings spilling out a little in a startling- for her- moment of honesty.

She didn't have time to look up before she suddenly felt Willow's hands in her hair; which was rapidly followed by Willow's lips against her own, in a passionate, if artless, kiss.

Willow felt Faith's hands suddenly grasping at her ass and she groaned into the Slayer's mouth.

Faith took advantage of Willow's open mouth and ravaged her lips and tongue for long moments before she had to pull away and gasp for air.

Willow was lightheaded from both lack of oxygen, and the potent biochemical cocktail of hormones that accompanied her ardent desire. Her lips kept moving as her head moved forward seeking to recapture Faith's pouty lips. She whimpered in frustration as she felt Faith push her away. Her eyes snapped open, but before she could ask anything, she was struck by the heat in the Slayer's gaze.

Her body racing to obey before her mind could make even a token protest, Willow was kicking her shoes off at the same time she yanked her sweater over her head and then quickly undid her jeans and shucked them off. Standing before the girl that was about to be her very first lover in nothing more than her bra and panties, Willow was suddenly struck by her innate bashfulness.

Faith took in the flat tummy, the shapely hips and thighs, the milky white skin- speckled with light red-brown freckles and flushing pink across her face and upper chest. "Damn, Red! You've been hiding a sexy body under all them baggy coveralls and sweaters!"

Willow was embarrassed by the compliment, but she was pleased that Faith seemed to like her.

Willow couldn't meet Faith's gaze as she reached back to undo her bra. It took all she had to shrug it off and not cover her chest with her hands. She was ashamed of her small boobs, especially with Faith, who was quite well endowed.

Faith had to restrain herself. She could see that the redhead was uncomfortable with her body- a trait the Slayer couldn't really understand personally. "She looks hot to me!" Faith thought. "Look at me Red," she quietly said.

Willow looked up at Faith and was relieved to still see the desire in her eyes. Her own eyes grew even wider as she watched the Slayer pull her shirt off, revealing her the beautiful breasts that went with the cleavage which so often captured Willow's attention.

"Take off the panties, Red," Faith instructed, smiling at the look in Willow's eyes when she'd shucked her top.

This time there was no hesitation. Knowing it would be quickly followed by Faith dropping her own, Willow couldn't get her panties off fast enough.

Faith's breath caught at the sight of the curly red bush, and especially the glistening moisture captured there. When she dropped her own, she knew without looking that her smoothly shaved lips were shiny with her own desire.

Willow was amazed by the sight of a naked Faith. She had a brief moment of panic in which she thought this must be a dream. She actually whispered, "Is this real?"

Faith smiled at the dazed look and disbelieving question. She tried to remember when she'd been that innocent, but immediately put it out of her head, as it reminded her of how she lost that innocence. Choosing action over words, as usual, Faith answered by stepping up to the redhead and kissing her soundly.

When she'd been rendered breathless by the kiss, Willow felt the object of her desires and fantasies take her hand and press it up against her. "Oh God!" she whimpered as she felt Faith's hot, wet sex against her fingers.

Willow hadn't been with anyone sexually, let alone another girl, but she knew what she liked herself. She masturbated all the time, especially lately, and her hand moved almost instinctively upon feeling the slick warmth of Faith's pussy.

Now it was Faith's turn to whimper. She felt Willow's two middle fingers curl up inside of her stroking in and out as the redhead slid the heel of her palm up and down over Faith's engorged clit. She moved her free hand up to Willow's hair and cupped the back of her head. "Damn, Red!" she moaned. "That feels so fricking good!" she cried just before pulling the girl into another passionate kiss.

Willow's free hand somehow found itself in Faith's hair as she lost herself in the kiss.

Faith began rubbing her fingers up and down Willow's slick cleft, wanting to return the pleasure she was feeling. "Damn, Red! You're good at this!" she thought again as Willow furiously pumped her fingers inside of Faith and ground her palm hard against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her swollen lips.

Willow was far beyond conscious thought at this point. She was lost in the pleasure she was both giving and receiving. As she felt Faith's fingers inside of her, her own hand moved faster and faster, almost as if her body thought it was her own hand inside of her, and she kept trying to increase the stimulation she was receiving. She was so close! It was maddening that she couldn't push herself over the edge!

Finally, her body and brain seemed to get in sync, and she tightened her free hand into a fist, wrenching the Slayer's face away from her own so she could make her go faster.

Startled by the sudden yanking of her hair, and frankly turned on even more by the accompanying pain, Faith completely lost it when she heard the shy, timid hacker growl like a fricken drill sergeant, "Harder! Faster!" Faith only kept from screaming through her orgasm because she was gasping in shock.

Willow barely felt the pain in her fingers as Faith's quivering internal muscles brutally squeezed them- she was so close to her own orgasm and frustrated that she wasn't getting through to Faith. "Damn it Faith!" she shouted, "Faster!!"

Faith's own orgasm just got stronger as Willow's hand tightened even harder in her hair and pulled her head back until she was needing her Slayer strength just to keep from being bent over backwards. Her hand inside Willow began to move with blurring speed, and the wet, clicking sound her fingers had been making became loud enough to hear over the redhead's growling wail.

Faith watched in awe as Willow's face contorted in a rictus of pleasure, and her body stiffened like a board. The Slayer felt an aftershock of her own release when she heard Willow wailing her name in one long scream.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, Willow felt her muscles go limp. She was grateful for Faith's Slayer strength and reflexes as she felt the brunette catch her body before she collapsed to the ground. She opened her eyes for the fist time in several minutes and saw an astonished expression on Faith's face.

Faith laughed out loud when Willow softly muttered, "This is why I don't masturbate standing up…"

Willow blushed when she realized she'd spoken out loud. She tried to move her hand from Faith's hair and caught the barest wince when her fingers pulled at the tangled locks. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she'd been pulling cruelly at the brunette's beautiful hair. Her eyes grew round and her voice was high as she said, "Did I hurt you? Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Faith! "

Faith chuckled as she laid the still limp girl on her bed. "Are you kidding me? That was the most frickin erotic thing…" she trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

Willow's eyes grew even wider as the Slayer's admission filled her mind. "You liked it?" she asked, incredulous.

Faith dropped her eyes, unable to meet Willow's gaze, but her head involuntarily nodded. She did like being dominated, but she hadn't ever been with someone she trusted enough to really explore that side of herself.

"Like Bondage and Dom/sub stuff?" Willow asked, not noticing Faith's withdrawal.

Faith tried to put back up the shields she lived behind for pretty much her whole life, but they were so heavy, and she was so tired- she hadn't really noticed how heavy they were until she'd dropped them for the first time in a long time. Her arms automatically wrapped around herself as her mind struggled with some way to defend herself from what she feared would be one more rejection in a life full of them.

Willow finally noticed when her question was met with silence. She rolled onto her side and saw Faith looking like… like Willow usually looked. "Well, if you ignore the whole sexy nakedness, which is almost impossible, cause, wow!" her mind babbled for a moment. She tentatively reached out and cupped the Slayer's cheek, "Faith?"

Faith couldn't meet Willow's eyes. She cursed herself vociferously in her head for being so weak as to let her secret desires out, and then for being even weaker and not being able to snap up her normal cool self and blow off the embarrassment. Her mind struggled for one last attempt at bravado, "Yeah, so I'm a freak," she mumbled in a poor approximation of her 'screw-you,-I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude.

If there was one thing Willow could sympathize with, it was feeling like a freak- like an outsider that everyone else either ignored, or reviled. With boldness that surprised her almost as much as it did Faith, Willow rolled over and straddled the gorgeous, fiery, sexy girl. She took hold of the Slayer's wrists and uncrossed them, pushing them up above her head. Moving her head until she caught the Slayer's gaze, she whispered, "I don't think you're a freak." She gently kissed Faith's pouty lips and added, "I think you're amazing!"

The words and the kiss were surprisingly, and wonderfully, reassuring, but the fact that they came while the redhead was restraining her wrists up above her head in a classically submissive pose… well any lingering fears were replaced with instant, hot arousal.

Faith's gasp and suddenly dilated eyes drew Willow's attention to the position they were in. For a moment she was startled, then she felt a tendril of arousal creep through her and a smile grew on her face. "You like that?" she asked in a sultry voice, squeezing Faith's wrists hard, knowing she didn't have the strength to actually hurt the Slayer.

It was an even tossup as to which one of them was more surprised by Willow's sudden confidence and behavior; however, both of them were in silent agreement that this was a decidedly good thing.

Faith nodded her head slowly and whispered, "Yes…" with a gulp she took a chance and added, "Mistress…"

Willow felt a hard slap of arousal shoot through her as Faith called her Mistress. She noticed her bra laying on the bedside table and had a sudden idea. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" her mind screamed in frightened delight. Her hands shook as endorphins, hormones, and adrenalin coursed though her blood. She reached over and grabbed the bra and held it up so that Faith could see it.

Faith's face scrunched up in confusion, not understanding what Willow was doing. She figured it out quickly, however, when Willow said, "Cross you wrists, Faith." Her breath exhaled in a groan as she obeyed, and her mouth was dusty dry as she croaked, "Yes Mistress." She was so turned on that she thought she'd probably cum if Willow so much as breathed on her pussy.

Her brain was chanting, "OhMyGod,OhMyGod," over and over as she tied Faith's wrists tight with the complex arrangement of fabric and elastic. She knew Faith could tear her bra like it was tissue paper, but that would be against the rules, wouldn't it? "Better make sure," she thought.

Faith felt her arousal bubbling over and running down the insides of her thighs as Willow's voice crooned, "Don't you dare tear my bra, Faith." Her own voice was breathless as she answered, "No, Mistress!"

Willow paused, as if thinking, 'well, now I've got her, what do I do with her?' The answer presented itself as she felt her juices begin seep out of her. With an ill-concealed tremble in her voice, Willow said, "Be a good girl and make me cum really hard, and maybe I'll do something nice for you, Faith." She moved up the bound girl's body and lowered her dripping center over Faith's mouth- blushing furiously the whole time.

"DAMN!" Faith screamed in her head, massive surprise and outrageous lust spinning through her mind like a hurricane. If someone had told her that she was gonna get tied up and have someone straddling her head today, she'd have laughed her ass off. She wasn't laughing now as Red pressed her hot, wet pussy against Faith's mouth.

Willow grabbed a handful of Faith's hair and ground herself against the Slayer's tongue and mouth as the sexy brunette stroked and suckled with lips and tongue. "Oh, Faith!" she moaned as she felt the amazing sensation of someone's tongue on her clit for the very first time.

Faith had eaten pussy before in her life, but she'd never had someone ride her face like a fricken race horse before. She had the red-furred pussy sucked into her mouth, with her tongue delving through the valley as deep as she could reach.

"Oh Faith! You're gonna make me cum!" she shouted not a minute later. Once again, Faith's neighbors had the opportunity to hear her name screamed out in passion. The fact that most of them were there for the exact same reason kept any chance of complaint to a minimum.

Willow had just enough energy to 'dismount' Faith and lay down next to her as her muscles once again went limp from the aftermath of her orgasm. She groaned as she watched Faith's tongue licking Willow's juices off of her lips. "Oh Faith!" she sighed. "You're so beautiful!"

Faith flushed from the compliment- normally such things rolled off her back like water from a duck, but with that one act, everything seemed different to Faith. She knew she liked to be… handled was the closest she could come to describing it- cause she'd never let anyone actually dominate her before. She liked it when someone held her wrists up above her head, or pulled her hair, or put her in positions where she didn't have much freedom of movement, but she couldn't believe how fricken awesome it could be to really be dominated- to submit to it, not because someone forced her, but of her own free will. "Thank you Mistress," she said. And that felt good too- 'Mistress' "I could get used to this!" she thought with a silly grin.

Willow saw the happy grin and smiled herself. "You liked that, huh?" she reached down with one lazy hand and found Faith's drenched pussy. "Oh, I guess you really, really liked that," she said as she stroked her fingers through the slick juices.

Faith gasped when she felt Willow's finger start slowly circling her hypersensitive clit. She knew she was close and it would only take a few moments as she choked out, "Y- yes, Mi- is- tresssss!"

Willow glowed with pride and happiness as she heard the pleasure in Faith's voice.

Suddenly thinking of one of the usual rules to such games, Faith desperately cried, "Mistress, please??"

"Oh God! Please can I cum?" Faith cried, knowing she was about to no matter what the answer was.

"Oh, Wow!" Willow thought. "Yes…" was as far as she got before Faith screamed Willow's name at the top of her lungs, a violent orgasm ripping through her.

Both girls lay back for several minutes recovering. Finally Faith brought her hands up and asked, "Uh, Willow?"

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." Faith said, looking forward to having some company in the shower for the first time in what felt like forever. Usually the shower came after she'd kicked whatever guy she'd picked up out the door.

"Do you think… next time…" the redhead started, some of her shyness returning.

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The Start of Something Good

By TheBear

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