Post Slay by Rainne

"Why don't you come to the house?" Buffy said to her sister Slayer as the dust of the last vampire swirled away into the growing dawn. "Mom's out of town."

Buffy shrugged, blushing. "Um, I dunno... eat... watch TV... hang out... whatever."

They rattled around in the kitchen for about five minutes, Buffy babbling on about something and digging through the refrigerator, Faith not listening and peeling pieces of fruit out of the bowl on the butcher-block island. Finally, Faith got tired of listening to the babble and pulled the blonde Slayer out of the refrigerator, spinning her around to stand face-to-face. Buffy's eyes grew incredibly wide as Faith leaned down to kiss her senseless.

When she felt that she had thoroughly kissed Buffy, Faith straightened up, took the smaller girl around the waist, and lifted her onto the island, careful not to sit her on top of the fruit she'd laid out. She pushed Buffy's skirt up and pulled her underwear off, dropping them carelessly on the kitchen floor. She pushed Buffy's knees apart then and moved to stand between them. Faith reached up and pulled Buffy's head down to whisper in her ear. "You want me, B, don't you? I mean, let's face it, if you didn't, you'd have wiped the floor with me by now, right? So, you just say it out loud, and I'm gonna show you a little trick I think you're gonna love."

Buffy shivered at the warmth of Faith's breath on her ear and the words that wormed their way into her being. She nodded and finally managed to squeak out one word. "Yes."

Buffy moaned as Faith's fingers began to tickle their way up her inner thigh, finding their way to her moist heat. "Oh... god... Faith... I... oh! I... want you, Faith."

Faith chuckled. "That's good, B, 'cause I pretty much want you too." She reached for an orange slice. "Now, then..." she continued in a very Martha-Stewart voice, "let me show you what you can do with some simple household grocery items."

It was the grapes, Buffy would decide much later, that had been her complete undoing. She could deal when Faith had rolled the orange slices in her juices and then eaten them, savoring every bite and even sharing with her. She could even deal when Faith slid a slice of honeydew melon into her, slowly thrusting it into her like she would have a dildo. She could even deal with the things Faith had done with the pineapple chunks. But the grapes had been the absolute cap.

When Faith slid five large purple grapes into Buffy's pussy and then removed them again with her tongue, Buffy had come so hard she'd seen stars. Faith had chuckled at her shouts of pleasure, and then held her tenderly while she came down from that euphoric place. And when she was back, breathing more or less normally again, Faith had proceeded to show her some more things she could do with just her fingers, things that would have made the normally-reticent young Slayer blush as crimson as an Alabama football player if she hadn't been so busy trying to keep from passing out from the incredible sensation of having two of Faith's long fingers in her ass while the thumb of that hand buried itself in her pussy and the thumb of the other massaged her clit.

Finally, Buffy couldn't take any more. "Oh, God, Faith," she whispered, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's shoulders. "I can't. I can't. I'm going to die."

Faith laughed and pulled Buffy close. "You're not gonna die. Ya might pass out, but you're not gonna die. Now you just sit tight and let me clean up here."

Buffy watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Faith bustled about the kitchen, carefully cleaning up the remains of the fruit, and then she let Faith help her off the counter so that the dark Slayer could clean it up as well.

Housekeeping done, Faith leaned over to retrieve Buffy's underwear, then lifted the smaller girl in her arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. She laid Buffy gently on her bed and turned to leave, but stopped when she felt Buffy's hand on her arm. "Don't go," Buffy pleaded. "Please?"

Faith gave an excellent impression of a bun- er, deer caught in headlights. "I, um... I gotta..."

And suddenly Faith realized something. This was Buffy, not just some cheap trick she'd picked up someplace. This was Buffy, and Buffy didn't just have sex with anyone. Hell, even the vampire, she'd loved him. Faith stopped and took a careful look at her counterpart's face, seeing the true, deep emotion written in those eyes, and crumbled. "Aw, hell, B. All right."

Buffy smiled brilliantly, and Faith exhaled a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. And she suddenly realized something, as Buffy moved to get them both sleepwear out of her dresser. She was hooked. She was completely hooked on this girl. This little slip of nothing, skinny little blonde thing with no clue what the real bad world was like—the world where Faith had grown up—this little suburban dream had stolen Faith's heart and Faith hadn't even realized it until it was gone.

She looked up as Buffy approached the bed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, and offered similar articles to Faith. The dark-haired girl took them and changed her street clothes for them, then slid into bed with her girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Faith wondered even as she unconsciously pulled Buffy closer to her and spooned against her back. What the fuck was this girlfriend shit?

She was still pondering where the hell that had come from as she dropped off to sleep.

They woke the next morning to the smell of sausages cooking. Buffy woke thinking that Faith was incredibly sweet to have gotten up and made breakfast; Faith woke thinking it was just the kind of cheesy (Not cheesy, Faith, admit it—you like it) thing Buffy would do. They both realized at the exact same instant that they were still together in bed.

They flew out of the bed and faced each other briefly. Then Buffy drew in a shaky breath. "My mom is gone. She left yesterday. Who's downstairs?"

They moved quietly together down the stairs and around the corner, only to be confronted with the gimlet eye of Joyce Summers, who, decidedly not gone, stood mixing pancake batter at the island where... Buffy swallowed, her throat dry at the sudden memory of just exactly what had been done on that island only a few hours ago.

"Well don't just stand there like you're facing the Spanish Inquisition, girls," Joyce called out in a voice which attempted to be sweet and was nothing but. "Come in and help with breakfast."

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Post Slay

By Rainne

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