Educating Buffy by Rainne

Disclaimer: : Sing it with me (to the tune of Nobody likes Me): Joss owns everything, I own nothing, guess I'll go write fanfic.

Pacing wasn't helping, so Faith stepped out the door of her little motel room and sat in the sunlight on the steps outside. Buffy had gone to school like a good little girl, face flushed and eyes bright after a gentle session of wake-up sex that had apparently satisfied the little Slayer but had left her lover grinding her teeth in frustration. Two weeks into their relationship, two weeks since the near-murder of Allan Finch, the Deputy Mayor, Faith was ready to move on in their sex life to something a little more adventurous than the vanilla things they'd been doing.

But Buffy seemed perfectly content. She got her rocks off every time they got together, Faith made sure of that, and several times she had also brought Faith to orgasm as well, but... Faith sighed, hating to admit this to herself, but she was getting bored. The dark-haired girl was used to a lot more rough-and-tumble in her sex, but her lover apparently wasn't.

And why should she be? her inner voice, the one that always seemed to crop up just when she was being irrational and chew her out until she got her head back on properly, piped up. Think about it, Slayer. The first person she ever had sex with was Angel, and he turned evil right afterward. And I doubt he took the time in their first rodeo to introduce her to the fine arts of bondage and domination, anyway. And the second person she ever had sex with was you. So what do you expect?

Faith sighed, propping her head on one hand. Something had to give. So make it give, that little voice whispered. Faith rolled that sentence over in her head, and suddenly began to smile. The first step was to take things public. Nobody except the redhead knew about Faith and Buffy's relationship, and she only knew it because she'd walked in on them kissing in Buffy's kitchen one day. She'd been furious, but she'd gotten over it once she had a chance to vent her anger at Faith.

"You just think you can come in here and take over everything!" Willow raged. "Where do you get off?"

There were several responses Faith could have made to that question, but instead she decided to take the noble route—for once—and took Willow by the hand. "Look, Red, I'm not trying to take over anything. I promise. I'm sorry I've been monopolizing Buffy's time. I promise I will back off and let you have some time with her, too. After all, you were here first."

Those words seemed to soothe the savage beast, as Willow slowly began to calm down. "Fine."

Faith smiled slightly. What a kid. She glanced at her new wristwatch—a present from Buffy. One p.m. That meant the kids would all still be at school. Perfect. She stood, went inside to pick up an item she thought she might need, and headed down the road, thumb out to try and catch a ride.

Jumping out of the back of the worn-out old Ford pickup, Faith shouted "Gracias!" to the driver, a little old half-deaf Mexican man who'd picked her up just past the motel. He waved back to her and she headed up the steps and into the building. She looked around as she always did at the obvious wealth of the Sunnydale Consolidated School District. "Man, public schools don't look like this in Boston," she mumbled to herself as she strolled, mingling with the students, past the lounge area and toward the library.

She smiled at the sight that presented itself: Oz, Willow, Xander and Buffy all stood just outside the library doors, chatting about something. As Faith got closer, she realized they were bitching about a chemistry exam. She slid up behind Buffy and put her hands around the blonde's waist.

Buffy jumped, startled, but smiled when she saw who it was. "Hi, Faith," she greeted.

"Nah," Buffy replied. "Just the one exam. I'll pull a C in there with Willow backing me up."

Faith laughed. "So the kitten does have a streak of bad in her! Better watch it, Red, you'll end up just like me."

Oz was quiet, as usual, but Faith did notice him noticing that she still had her arms around Buffy and that the little blonde was leaning into her taller counterpart. He noticed Faith noticing him noticing her and nodded at her, just once, as though to say he got the picture and was okay with it. Faith let a small, genuine smile cross her face, and then refocused on what Buffy was saying.

"...absolutely horrible," she was moaning. "I couldn't remember any of the chemical formulas. It was a nightmare. No, it was worse. But then Willow got me started and I was okay after that."

"Good," Faith pronounced, then leaned down and kissed Buffy on the cheek. "Let's go see what the Watcher-man's got for us." She turned, still holding Buffy, and propelled the two of them through the door. Willow followed, but Xander grabbed Oz by the arm.

"I'm sure it's okay," Oz added, eyeballing Xander. "After all, they've been going out for a couple of weeks now."

"I pay attention," Oz answered, then pushed through the doors to the library, leaving the befuddled Xander to his own devices.

Patrol was light that night, and Buffy and Faith found themselves back at Buffy's by nine-thirty. "My mom's out of town," Buffy explained as she unlocked the front door. "Gallery thing. Won't be back until Tuesday."

Faith captured Buffy's lips with a low growl, then pushed the smaller girl up against the back of the door. She lifted Buffy off her feet, sliding a knee between the blonde girl's thighs, holding her just slightly off the floor. Buffy whimpered at the contact, and Faith's hands moved to the neckline of Buffy's button-up blouse. With one swift movement, she snatched the shirt open. Buttons went flying.

Buffy made a sound of protest, but Faith's hand on her breast quelled whatever comment she might have been about to make. Faith took Buffy's nipple between her fingers, manipulating it through the lace somewhat more roughly than Buffy was used to. Buffy moaned, reaching up to touch her lover.

Faith took Buffy's hands by the wrists and pushed them back against the door. "Don't move them again," she whispered in Buffy's ear, "or I'll punish you."

Buffy's eyes widened briefly then fluttered closed again as Faith's mouth descended on her nipple. The contact was not as gentle as she'd been used to—in fact, Faith deliberately used her teeth roughly—but Buffy was turned on by it just the same. She moaned as Faith reached under her skirt to pull away her panties and again at the familiar sensation of warm leather against her hot sex.

She forgot, and reached up again to touch Faith's face. She remembered again when Faith grabbed her wrists and let her down to the floor. She opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her lover, who was shaking her head gently. "I told you not to do that," she said, pulling Buffy into the dining room. "Now you'll have to be punished."

Faith pushed Buffy against the dining table and bent her over it, then pulled her skirt up and caressed Buffy's soft ass. "So sweet," she said quietly. Then she unbuckled her leather belt and doubled it up. "Now. It's not going to be bad, you understand; but all the same, you didn't do as you were told. So it'll just be a little spanking." She pulled Buffy's hands across the table so that the smaller girl was stretched across the furniture. "Unless you move. 'Cause if you move, it'll be worse. Got it?"

Buffy whimpered slightly, a bit confused by this turn of events, and Faith patted her gently. "Just relax." Then she pulled her arm back and swung the belt.

Buffy whimpered as it cracked against her bare flesh, and Faith assured her that it was all right to cry out if she needed to. There was another swing and another crack, and Buffy moaned. A third, and she hissed. A fourth, and she let out a tiny sound of dismay. On the fifth, which was deliberately laid back across the pink welts where two previous strikes had fallen, Buffy cried out.

Faith smiled, put the belt aside, and unfastened her pants. She moved behind the lithe blonde and gently caressed her pink-striped bottom. Buffy's breath hissed as Faith's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot, but the dark Slayer just laughed softly and nudged Buffy's legs apart. "Don't move," she reminded Buffy softly, before reaching down to gently caress Buffy's clit.

The smaller girl was wet beyond belief, Faith found, and she was pleased. She had gotten the feeling from Buffy that the girl would willingly play the submissive, and now she had her proof. Buffy could easily have stopped Faith before the first swing of the belt, but she hadn't, and the spanking had apparently turned her on as much as it had Faith.

The dark Slayer gently fondled Buffy's wet heat for a moment, then reached into her pants and pulled out the thing she'd brought from the motel room: her strap-on dildo. She rubbed Buffy's hard little nub with it for a moment before moving it up to her entrance and sliding it inside with excruciating slowness.

Buffy gasped as she felt the entry and very nearly came at that moment. Faith's dildo was long and thick, and it filled her and stretched her in a way that fingers could not. She held her breath, feeling every motion as the rubber was pressed into her, all the way up until she felt Faith's body make contact with her own and knew that it was in all the way. Then Faith pulled it back out and began to thrust into Buffy from behind, hard and rough, all the while grabbing and kneading Buffy's sore ass.

Buffy's first orgasm was intense. She pushed her ass back toward Faith and arched up with her hips, trying desperately to get the dildo in deeper. When it hit, she cried Faith's name and clutched at the smooth surface of the table, her body shuddering with the incredible waves of pleasure that ran through her. But Faith wasn't done.

Without pulling out of Buffy, Faith turned Buffy's body over so that she was lying on her back on the table, with her legs up and over Faith's shoulders. She could reach even more deeply this way, as well as reach Buffy's clit, and she began to massage it as she restarted her rhythmic thrusts. This time, Buffy's orgasm caused her to literally scream.

Still, Faith wasn't satisfied. She pulled the blonde's slender legs down, wrapped them around her own waist, and lifted Buffy into her arms. Turning, she took two steps and pressed Buffy against a nearby wall. Leaning down with her head, she took one of Buffy's nipples in her mouth and the other between her fingers, continuing her thrusts into the smaller girl until Buffy came a third time.

As the final tremors of her orgasm passed through her, Buffy laid her head on Faith's shoulder. "Please..." she whimpered.

Faith smiled, knowing what Buffy wanted. The sensations she'd experienced this night were more intense than any before, and the Slayer's body would be exhausted. But she wasn't letting go of her dominance. "Please, what?"

Still buried to the hilt in Buffy's sheath, Faith stepped away from the wall and carried the smaller girl up the stairs and to her bedroom. There, she laid Buffy backwards on the bed and withdrew from her even more slowly than she'd entered her. Buffy's body arched, quivering with tiny aftershocks, but when Faith was gone from her, she sighed with something akin to loss.

After a moment, Buffy was able to shed her skirt and crawl under the covers as Faith disrobed and joined her. Buffy snuggled close to Faith's warmth and the taller girl pulled her close. "Good night, Buffy," Faith whispered, dropping a gentle kiss on her lover's forehead.

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Educating Buffy

By Rainne

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