Chestnuts Ablazin'

Here I am standing at the front door of Buffy's house, about to have Christmas with a bunch of strangers. It's been a month since I came out of my coma and I can't remember shit. I found out a little while ago that Buffy and me are something Giles calls a Vampire Slayer. The notion kinda scared me at first but hey…you can't beat two wicked hot chicks with super powers.

We started training together as soon as I was able to walk. I was all skin and bones when I woke up and I still haven't gained back all the weight and muscle needed to fit into my old clothes. I have to wear my belt tight just to keep my pants from falling off, when before I had just the right amount of ass back there. At least that's what I've been told. Buffy has been teasing me about how my clothes are too loose on me, trying to get me to eat more.

I've been spending most of my time with Buffy, seeing her almost seven days a week. I feel the most comfortable around her. The others seem a little guarded around me, especially the red head. She's always giving me this look whenever I'm hanging around with Buffy, like she's jealous or something. But I don't understand why cuz she's got her own girl, Tara. Now she's been the sweetest of them all to me, so shy and super nice.

That goofy guy Xander doesn't say much to me, mostly he just stares at me, drooling. Whenever his girl Anya catches him staring, she slaps him hard on the shoulder. Gotta like that girl, she speaks her mind, no matter how off the wall it might sound. She seemed to be the only one that would talk to me straight about my past. She's told me I've killed a couple of people and even made attempts on Buffy's friends.

I wanted to run when she told me that in front of everybody, but Buffy told her off and defended me. Telling them I'm not the same person and to give me a chance. She stood up for me and stopped me from leaving, almost pleading me to stay. I didn't want to stay and risk possibly hurting anyone else, but I just couldn't say "no" to her.

She had this strange pull on me. I felt like I owed her something. I found out from the nurses, that she had been a frequent visitor. Ironically, my only visitor, while I was comatose. She was there at my bedside reading a book when I first opened my eyes. I was more grateful to her than I could ever admit, for taking such good care of me after my coma. And like a newborn chick to its mother, I've become attached to her from the first sight and she's become my lifeline.

I think I'm startin' to crush on Buffy, real hard. It seems like she's got some feelings going on towards me, too. I've caught her from the corner of my eye, looking at me when she thought I wasn't paying attention to her. We've been playing this game now for a couple weeks. There were a few times when we worked out, where we lost our balance. Buffy had fallen on top of me and we came damned close to kissing.

Then her face would turn red and I could feel her body fighting it. She told me it was wrong, and she shouldn't be taking advantage of me like this. It got even worse after the few times she took me out to slay. I found myself wanting to jump her, right then and there at the cemetery. It took every ounce of self-control on my part not to.

I'm here for HER tonight and I can feel the butterflies jumping around in my stomach. My hands are cold and clammy, clutching the stupid gift I got her. It isn't much really, not like I have a lot of money. I'm fuckin' flat broke. Giles has been putting me up at a motel and giving me money for food. I had to skip a few meals to save up for her gift.

Took me a good minute but I finally gathered enough nerve to ring the doorbell. The second I did, I got the urge to turn around and run. Just as I stepped down from the porch, the door swings open.

"Faith? I've been waiting for you! Where do you think you're going?"

She busts me trying to bail and I turn to face her looking guilty. My jaw practically touches the ground when I see her all decked out for the first time. She's got this real sexy dark red dress on with a plunging neckline.

And boy, get a load of her knockers!

I never noticed she had such a rack when she wore a tank before. My eyes must be bugging out of their sockets and my throat just got hella dry.

"I take you like the dress?" She smiles at me and straightens out her back, jutting her chest out even more, giving me a better view.

"Y-yeah. You clean up pretty nicely, girlfriend."

"Thanks. I'm glad you decided to come by."

"I'm not staying. I don't wanna ruin your Christmas with your friends. I just want to give you this, and then I'll be out of your hair."

"Oh no you don't. I want you here Faith. It wouldn't be Christmas without you."

She steps forward and pulls me into a tight hug, catching me off guard. My Slayer hearing picks up a slight swishing sound as she pressed her chest against me.

Damn, I KNEW they were FAKE!

She's gotta be wearing one of those water-filled bras that enhances your size. Man, the right bra can really make all the difference in an outfit. As for me, I prefer my puppies free and unleashed.

Before I can bring my arms around her to return the hug, she ends it and gives me a sweet smile. If only I could spend Christmas with just her and not the gang. I know her friends don't care for me much. Not like I give a shit about what they think though. My only concern is what Buffy thinks.

"Let's go inside."

"I'll come in, if you promise me something first."

"Sure, anything."

"Here, this is for you. Promise me you won't open it in front of anybody." I hand her the gift bag and our fingers brush together, sending tingles through my arm.

"Why?"

"Just don't, okay?"

"Alright, I promise. Thank you." She says sincerely and I'm feeling my cheeks heat up.

"It's crappy."

"Now, come on." She grabs hold of my arm and drags me into the house.

"Hey everybody, Faith's here."

Tara is the first to come greet her and give her a hug. Everyone else looked at her like deer caught in headlights, and then just waved to her. I guess that's to be expected. They were against me inviting her, but it's my house so they had no say in the matter. I made them all promise to be civil around her. Tara has even been working on Willow, helping her be more pleasant around Faith.

"What would you like to drink, Faith?"

"Whatever you've got."

"We have punch!" I offer, maybe a little too enthusiastically, trying to liven things up.

"I'll have some with you, Faith." Tara takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen.

Tara is such a sweetheart. I can see Willow turning red from all the attention Tara and I are giving Faith. The rest of the gang pretty much stayed in their seats in the living room when Faith arrived.

Not like Xander could stand up anyhow. Anya has been sitting on his lap the whole time they've been here. Tara, Willow and I had set up the dining room and finished laying out the food when the doorbell rang.

I run up the stairs to my room to hide away Faith's gift from everyone as promised, knowing Faith was in good hands. I was surprised she even thought of getting me a gift.

We've been spending a lot of time together since she's come out of her coma. Her amnesia has actually helped us 'start over' and we've slowly been able to form a friendship without all the emotional baggage.

My feelings for her haven't changed much. In fact, the more we're together, the stronger they become for her. It's getting harder to keep my feelings hidden from her and everyone else. At the Scooby meetings, I find myself just gazing at her and counting the minutes until we get to train together.

I get so worked up after our sessions, seeing her tank top cling to her glistening skin, exposing her erect nipples. I just want to grab her and kiss those sensual lips of hers. I almost did once.

Okay, maybe it almost happened more than once. It looked like she was willing but I stopped in the nick of time, not wanting to take advantage of the situation.

This is the second gift she's ever given me and I'm feeling all giddy inside. I still have the first one, a personalized stake she handcrafted herself with the letter 'B' on it.

She was probably hurt that I never used it on patrol. I never told her that I kept it under my pillow. It's become a sort of security blanket for me, holding on to it when I slept. It was too special to me and I didn't want to damage it during slaying.

We take our seats at the dining table. The couples take the seats next to each other, leaving Faith and I to sit across from each other at the opposite ends. No complaining here, I had a better view of her that way.

"Nice spread, Buffy." Faith says, her eyes scanning the over abundance of food in front of her. I really went all out this year, trying to make it special for her. There was enough turkey, ham and fixings to feed an army. She's been getting her appetite back slowly but she could still stand to gain a few more pounds.

"Thanks, I ordered everything from Honey Baked so I wouldn't poison everyone with my cooking this year. I know how much you like potatoes. So I got scalloped, mashed, baked and even potato salad."

"Damn, you DO know me. I always thought potatoes were the best fruit."

"Potatoes are NOT fruit." Willow scoffed towards Faith, correcting her error in contempt.

"Yeah, I guess it takes one to know one, huh Red?"

Oh boy, so much for having a friendly dinner, we haven't even started eating yet. I jump in, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Come on, let's dig in everyone."

"Are you calling me a fruit?" But Willow is not letting it go.

"No, I'd say you look more like Mrs. Potato Head." Faith gave her a smirk.

"Mrs. Potato Head! Hey, I used to LOVE that toy when I was a kid. I got the whole set with Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head one Christmas."

They both glared at Xander, but I thanked him silently for saving the day.

"I don't see how playing with a potato would be much fun and what custom would allow two potatoes to be married?"

"No, honey bun. It's just a toy, they're not really married."

"You must show me this strange toy. Is it something that can be played with in bed?"

He takes out a pad and pen from his coat pocket and starts to scribble. Meanwhile, Tara grabs Willow's plate and starts serving her food to calm her down.

"Here sweetie pie, this is how Mrs. Potato Head looks."

"Oh yes, I can see the resemblance. Faith's right, you do look like this funny looking toy, Willow. You should sue them for stealing your image. I bet you could win a lot of money."

Faith almost chokes on her food at Anya's brutally honest comment. I have to admit, there is a little resemblance. I'm trying hard to hold back the grin on my face.

"Let me see that." Willow grabs the pad from Anya.

"It d-doesn't look a thing like you, honey. Your lips are smaller and you have hair."

"Xander you drew this on purpose to make it look like me."

Willow must have noticed the likeness, too.

"No, I didn't. I wasn't even looking at you when I sketched it, honest."

"It's true, I was watching him as he drew it. My Xander is very talented."

"You know what? I don't have to take this. I'm going home. I told you this was a bad idea inviting HER, Buffy."

Willow stands up from her chair and collects her things. So much for Xander saving the day, he made it worse with the sketch. I look up at Faith, sighing in defeat.

"What? I didn't do anything. SHE started it."

"I know, Faith. It's not your fault."

I leave my seat to see them out, knowing nothing I can say or do can fix things. I'm sure Tara will get through to her eventually when she calms down.

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. Everyone just concentrated on eating until they were stuffed. After Xander polished off his second helping, Anya finally broke the silence.

"Can we open the presents now so Xander and I can go home and have sweaty sex?"

I notice Xander squirming in his seat and Anya's hand under the table. God, I so do NOT want to know what her hand is doing on Xander's lap. I've suddenly lost my appetite and opted against getting any dessert.

I look up at Faith and she's turned all worried at the mention of opening presents. I didn't think it would be right to open them anyway, with half the scoobies missing.

"We should wait, maybe save it for tomorrow when Willow and Tara are around."

They both agree with my suggestion and Faith lets out a sigh of relief. Anya then starts to nibble on Xander's ears, making him and the rest of us at the table very uncomfortable.

"Umm Buffy, is it alright if Anya and I leave now? We've got some things to do at home."

"Yes, like getting naked and giving me multiple org- …"

Xander thankfully covers his girlfriend's offending mouth with his hand.

"Merry Christmas, guys. We'll see you later." They both stand up from their chairs and head for the door.

"Oh good, we're leaving now. Goodbye Faith. Goodbye Buffy. I hope your Christmas' are filled with orgasms like mine."

"Alrighty, buttercup. That's enough. Bye, Buff. Bye, Faith."

Xander flushed with embarrassment, ushers Anya from the house.

Leaving me alone with Faith…finally.

I smile apologetically at her. I wanted so much to give her a merry Christmas.

It's beginning to look like I got my wish after all. I'm going to spend Christmas alone with Buffy. This night is looking better and better.

Dinner wasn't so bad. I kept myself occupied with the view that was given to me. My eyes kept wandering to Buffy's new cleavage and my body was heating up at the thought of tasting her chestnuts.

"Sorry, Faith. So much for the Christmas cheer. I wanted your first Christmas to be perfect."

"No worries, still got a lot of firsts to go."

Our eyes meet and this time I didn't look away as usual. She looks so beautiful with her hair done up and her blazingly red hot dress. I'm really turned on right now by her.

I have to take a chance and make my move.

"You look fuckin' beautiful tonight."

Smooth Faith, real smooth, way to sound classy.

Oh, look at that, she's blushing and smiling shyly. Guess I didn't mess up with that line after all. I leave my seat and walk towards her. I hold my hand out to her and she takes it standing to her full height, our eyes still locked.

"You know what would make my Christmas perfect?"

We're standing so close, our lips just inches apart.

"What's that?" She whispers, her sweet breath warming my face.

"This."

I close the gap letting our soft lips meet for the first time. She shuts her eyes allowing me to kiss her gently. She starts to kiss me back, her lips moving along with mine. I don't know if I was into girls before my coma but this feels fuckin' great.

Her lip gloss tastes like strawberries, this has got to be the best dessert. My hand finds the back of her head pulling her to me, pressing our lips even closer and introducing our tongues.

Our deepened kiss becomes more wet and slippery. I didn't want to stop just yet but it was getting really hard to breathe, I had to break for air. I pulled away slowly looking straight at her, waiting for her eyelids to reopen.

She takes a deep breath along with me and slowly opens her eyes.

"Faith, we shouldn't be…"

"Shhh." I place a finger over her swollen lips. There's no stopping now, I see the desire in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do, I can feel it.

I lead her up the stairs turning back to her for directions. She points to a left at the top of the stairway. Once we're inside her bedroom, I can see she's starting to get second thoughts again.

"We need to ta-…"

I crush my lips onto hers, preventing her from finishing her sentence. She gives in to my kisses and moans in my mouth. All I know is I want her so badly, and I was about to have what I wanted.

Not like I was gonna take her without her being willing. I'd never do that. She just needed a little persuading, that's all. Besides, did you hear a "no" or "stop," come out of her mouth? I sure didn't.

I try to bring us to the next level, moving my hands up across her stomach to reach the edge of her breasts. That's when her hands took hold of my wrists and she broke away from our needy kiss, pushing me back.

"Faith, please, we need to stop."

Fuck, she gave me the red light.

"Why? I know you want me."

"Yes, I do…but it's wrong. I mean, not wrong as in you're a girl and I'm a girl. Wrong being, you not having your memory. I don't want us to do anything we'll regret once you've gotten it back."

"B, I'm a big girl. I can handle it. Just because I don't remember my past…our past, doesn't mean I can't feel anything for you now."

"Wait, you just called me 'B'."

"So?" She's beginning to drive me crazy with her sudden change of subject, acting like she didn't hear a thing I said.

"That's what you used to call me."

"Really? I don't know; it just came out."

I don't get what the big deal is, 'B' is just plain easier to say.

"I miss you calling me that." Her voice softened, melting away my frustration.

"Then, B, it is."

With the mood now killed, I figured I might as well high tail it and head on home. No need to be pushing her, if she's not ready to give it up.

I could settle for the kisses for now, I'm willing to wait. She's worth it. Besides, I don't think I'd be able to control myself around her if I stayed any longer, wouldn't want to ruin my future chances with her.

"Maybe I should head out now."

"No, I haven't given you your gift yet."

"Cool, are you gonna start undressing for me now?"

I wiggle my eyebrows at her, hinting for some lovin'. I just had to give it one more try. She purses her lips at me, not finding my flirting very amusing.

"Faith, stop it. We need to take it slow."

"Fine…but you can't blame a girl for trying."

She goes to her closet and pulls out a large neatly wrapped gift with a shiny purple bow on top.

She hands it to me and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas."

Hot damn, she gave me a frickin' humongous gift. I'm pretty excited about receiving my very first Christmas gift. It was more special for me cuz it came from B, the only one I cared about. The tag read, "To: F From: B."

"Thanks, B."

I shake the hefty box near my ear to guess what's inside. Nothing rattled so it wasn't anything breakable.

"Go ahead and open it."

I quickly tear off the silvery wrapping paper and open the dress box. In it, are a pair of black leather pants, a cool leather belt lined with three rows of silver pyramid studs, and a leather wristband.

"I hope these fit better than your old pair."

"B, I love 'em. This is way too much."

I take out the leather pants and hold them to my waist, judging the fit.

"Will you try them on for me?"

"B, if you wanted me out of my pants, all you had to do is ask. No need to be all sly about it." I said with a cocky grin.

"I really can't get how you put that tight shirt on, with your head being so big, Faith." She says with a straight face.

"You want me to demonstrate taking my shirt off for you too, girlfriend?" I let out a chuckle.

"GOD, you are TOO much." She rolls her eyes at me, losing the battle of wits.

I get a kick out of teasing and flirting with her. Cracked me up when I got her all flustered and uncomfortable.

I unbuckle my belt while kicking off my shoes, doing as she asked. I have a huge grin on my face knowing the surprise she's about to get, once the pants are off.

I peel off my black jeans slowly, right in front of her, making sure she doesn't miss anything.

"FAITH!"

She turns around quickly but not before seeing my clean-shaven mound. I bend over from laughing so hard.

"B, it's okay if you wanna look. I've got nothing to be ashamed of." I teased, knowing full well she wasn't going to look back.

"If I had KNOWN you didn't have any underwear, I would've gotten you some for Christmas." She countered with a mocking voice.

"I wish you did. It woulda been hella fun modeling them for ya."

I couldn't help it, I was on a roll and she couldn't keep up with me.

She shakes her head while still having her back turned and lets out an exasperating sigh. A smirk creeps onto my face, imagining what type of panties she would've picked out for me.

I slip on the new pair of leathers and they fit like a glove, molding to the curve of my hips. It's a good thing I don't have any underwear; it's so tight, panty lines would have shown through.

"Okay, you can turn around now."

She slowly turns around and her eyes immediately run down my figure, checking out the lower half of my body. I do a full circle so she can catch every angle and every curve.

"How do they look?"

"They look really good on you. They compliment your body so well." She hasn't stopped staring at my legs.

"Thank you, B."

"You're welcome. OH, now I want to open my gift."

Her face lights up at the idea and she goes back to her closet to retrieve it.

"No, don't. It sucks compared to yours." I grab the gift bag from her hand.

"Whatever it is, I'll always cherish it because it's from you."

"You're just saying that."

"No really. You want to see what you got me last year?"

She goes to her bed and pulls out a stake from underneath her pillow. She gives it me to look at. It's pretty nicely crafted from cherry wood with a satiny finish.

"You made this for me and burned my initial into it. I never told you this before, but I've kept it under my pillow every night since you gave it to me."

"So you had feelings for me even then?"

"I guess so, but I wasn't ready to admit it to myself."

"And you are now?"

"Uh-huh."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt like doing a happy dance. I KNEW there had to be something between us. This woman had been dancing around in my dreams. She's the only thing I could think about since coming out of the coma, wanting to spend every minute with her.

"Here, I wish it was more."

I hand over the gift bag with my head hung low. I just hope she doesn't laugh in my face.

"If you don't like it, I can always return it and get you something else."

She pulls out the black stuffed toy pig from the bag and I can feel myself shrink down to a measly two inches.

"Oh my God, Faith! Where did you find this?!"

"Huh? You like it?"

"I LOVE IT!" She squeezes the cuddly plush animal against her bosom and kisses it.

"Are you shittin' me?"

She walks over to her night table and brings over a similar stuffed animal but white in color.

"This is Mr. Gordo. I've had him since childhood and now he has a playmate. Look, they're the same size, just a different color."

I'm left speechless. I never thought she'd like it THIS much. She looks so happy and just from a stuffed pig! Boy, did I luck out.

"Thank you. This is the best gift you could've given me. How'd you know?"

"I didn't. I just saw it at a store window and it made me think of you."

"I have to give her a name."

She pauses for minute, petting its black fur like a doting parent.

"I'm going to call you Mrs. Gordo." Her voice rising a pitch higher as she talked to the stuffed animal.

"Whoa, they're married already? They just met, thought you were 'take it slow' girl."

"You're right, they need to get to know each other first." She makes them dance together, treating them like puppets.

"Then they can kiss." I add, bringing the two pigs' snouts together to simulate them kissing. Then I sneak in a kiss of my own onto her lips, giving it all I got.

The stuffed animals are getting crushed between us as I deepen the kiss. I've got her moaning again and she's getting more and more into it. Our tongues tenderly slide against the other as we tilt our heads for more lip contact.

B breaks away from me, a little out of breath.

"What comes after kissing?" Her emerald eyes darkened with temptation.

"Let me show you."

I take her hand and lead her to the foot of her bed, tossing the stuffed pigs onto her vanity table. I start kissing her neck and slowly unzip the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

My heart starts to race at the anticipation of getting her naked. She's standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, looking sexy as hell. I step back to fully appreciate her Slayer's body and the sight ignites my core.

I can't believe she's giving in to me and that she loves the gift I got her. I quickly start removing my clothes before she changes her mind again. I wasn't about to mess up this opportunity to be with her.

I just couldn't say 'no' to her any more, and my resolve to take it slow has been completely broken down by her unrelenting seduction. She was right; I do want this as much as she does.

It was something about the gift she bought for me; it was so personal. It was like a sign that she cared for me too, somehow still carrying the same torch for me even in the midst of her memory loss. How else could she have known? I suspected she had a thing for me since we first met, but I was too confused to acknowledge it then.

She removes her shirt, pulling it over her head. And why am I not surprised, she's not wearing a bra? She unbuckles her belt and for the second time tonight, pulls her pants down for me. Hah, that WAS pretty sly of me to get her pants to try on, wasn't it?

She's completely naked in front of me and I'm stunned by how gorgeous she is. She's much thinner compared to how she used to be, but still managed to keep her killer curves. Her breasts look even bigger in proportion to her body. She smiles at me noticing how entranced I am by her ample chest.

She reaches her arms around me to unhook my water bra and tosses it aside, revealing my actual breast size. I look away feeling a little embarrassed for wearing it, don't know what I was thinking. I wanted to look my best for her on Christmas.

The sales lady from dress shop suggested the bra to me after she saw how much the dress drooped in the front area. I never thought about how awkward it would feel to have it removed by someone, let alone, it being Faith of all people doing the honors.

"You didn't need that bra to look good, B."

Surprisingly, she said the right thing and made me feel better about myself, boosting my confidence.

"Oh yeah, then why were your eyes planted on my chest the whole evening?"

"Ok, I'll admit. I was temporarily blinded by them, but I like your rack the way it is."

Proving her point, she fondles them with her hands, giving them a good rub down. Her attentive petting was setting fire to my small pert breasts. She lowers her head and puts a nipple in her warm mouth, spreading the flames to my 'Delta of Venus.' I feel myself being lowered to my bed and my head tilts up to thank my lucky stars for tonight.

She doesn't waste any time, her hand already trailing down to my center. After quickly slipping my panties off, she runs a finger between my folds, gathering my wetness. My breath hitches at the first contact and my hips jerk forward when she reaches my clit. I knew she was fast with her "want, take, have" motto but I really had no idea to what extent. Her mere touch was accelerating the burning sensation through my system.

"Oh, Faith." I moan out as she circles my clit with her finger, applying just the right amount of sweet pressure. Obviously, she hasn't forgotten those skills in the bedroom area that she always bragged about. She knows exactly what she's doing.

She slowly strokes my enlarged clit, bringing the length of her finger across it and teasing my hole with each passing stroke. My hips instinctively move against her steady rhythm as her mouth continues to suck on my painfully erect nipple.

She leaves my breasts to hover over me, looking at me like she was memorizing my face. On the next pass of my soaked entrance, her finger enters me deep. I shut my eyes in response, wanting to burn her initial penetration into memory. She holds it in, letting me get the full effect of her being inside me.

"Oh my God, that feels so good."

I think that was me, I've never heard my voice so husky before. She's pumping into me using long deep strokes. Our legs are tangled together and I can feel her wetness spilling out of her onto my thigh. I bend my leg, pressing it further between her legs.

She starts grinding her hips, rubbing her clit against my front thigh in time to the movement of her thrusting fingers. The room was engulfed by a symphony of moans and wet smacking. My hips were grinding along with her, causing the bed to creak with our steady rocking.

"Yeah baby, that's it."

That was her throaty voice this time, encouraging me to keep up with her. She adds a second finger, spreading me, filling me so deliciously, and increasing my pleasure. I tried to stifle my scream, letting out a squeal instead. She senses I'm getting close and picks up the pace, thrusting into me deeper and harder.

My thigh is just about numb from her equally hard and fast rubbing against it. The raging fire has turned into an inferno in my belly and I'm ready to explode. She curls her fingers within me hitting that spot, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I scream out loud, no longer holding back, as a huge orgasm courses through me, dousing the wildfire in my body. My inner walls tightening around her slicked fingers and my body trembles underneath her. I never dreamed I'd be doing this with her so soon, but I couldn't be more happier right now.

She starts to jerk uncontrollably against my leg, riding out her orgasm while my mind is still reeling from the aftershocks. She grunts into my ear as she comes, her legs squeezing tighter around my leg. I hold her tight as she is over taken by the intensity of her climax.

She lay there on top of me, both of us fully spent, our clammy skin warm with afterglow. She finally pulled her fingers out of me, once my walls had relaxed.

When our breathing and heart rates finally returned to normal, she moved to lie beside me, our bodies facing each other with our limbs still intertwined.

A scary thought crosses my mind and I stared apprehensively at her, searching deep into her eyes for some sort of signal or sign of the worst.

"What's the matter, B? Are you regretting it already?"

"No. It's just…I have this history of turning people evil after sleeping with them."

It sounded silly after saying it aloud, but I didn't want a repeat of the first night I spent with Angel. I wanted to be sure with Faith, sure that I didn't somehow cause her to go evil or psycho again.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, it's happened. Are you sure you're not having any evil thoughts?"

"Well, now that you mention it. I AM thinking of something evil."

"Are you serious?" I sit upright on the bed giving me some distance from her to defend myself.

"Yup, in fact, my thoughts are really NAUGHTY right now."

She gives me an evil grin and lunges forward, knocking me back onto the bed and pinning me down.

"Ready for round two, girlfriend?"

She's waggling her eyebrows and grinning so much, her dimples look like sunken caves. She presses her leg against my still sore pussy and makes me moan instantly.

"Faith, you already gave me the best gift with that huge orgasm."

"That's just the beginning, babe. It's still Christmas, and I'm not done with the GIVING and the RECEIVING."

She starts to make her way down my body placing random kisses along my stomach. She licks her lips and gives me a devilish grin right before lowering her head to feed on my 'manger.'

Oh Holy night! This Christmas is about to get even better.