Late Night Interlude

Written By: starcrossed

RATING: NC-17 for naughtiness of the wickedly delicious kind
PAIRING: Faith/Buffy – that’s right, it’s femme slash
SUMMARY: Your basic PWP
SPOILERS: Season 7, I suppose, seeing as how this takes place at some unspecified time after the series finale.
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I own nothing with the possible exception of my story idea. The characters belong to the mighty Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al. I write this stuff for fun, not for profit.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and it shall most likely be given.
DEDICATION: To Laure and to Dor, who each helped me to believe that I’ve still got it! *g*

In a bedroom in northern California, a petite blonde woman stirs beneath a tangled bed sheet. With her eyes closed, she rolls over toward the center of the bed and reaches out, only to come up empty handed. With great effort, she opens her hazel eyes, and they dart quickly around the room before alighting on the desired object.

Across the room, nude body silhouetted in moonlight, a dark haired beauty is sitting in the window. One slender hand holds a lit cigarette while the other one is unconsciously twirling a lock of silky raven colored hair. Upon hearing the other girl stirring in the bed, she turns her head in that direction.

“Did I wake you?” She asks as she once more looks out the open window. “I couldn’t sleep, but I didn’t mean to keep you up, too.”

“S’okay,” Buffy replies as she rises from the bed and strolls across the room to join Faith. Where she once would have been self-conscious of her nudity, she has learned not to let the little things matter anymore.

As she reaches the window seat, she uses a knee to gently nudge her lover in the ribs. “Move up.”

The brunette Slayer scoots forward a bit and waits for her blonde counterpart to settle in behind her before leaning back against soft flesh. Buffy wraps one arm around Faith’s waist and her other hand entangles itself in long dark tresses.

They sit like that for a while, Faith smoking and Buffy holding her. The silence between them is a comfortable one. Eventually, the cigarette butt is ground out and tossed through the open window. As if this is some type of cue, Buffy’s small hands travel down to Faith’s breasts and cup them, momentarily enjoying the fullness of them before her fingers seek out the already erect nipples, and she smiles slightly as the woman in her arms softly moans.

She leans over and nudges the dark hair aside with her chin, her lips latching on to the soft skin of Faith’s neck, and sucking on it none too gently. She carefully avoids the scar on the left side of Faith’s neck, however, a scar that is eerily similar to the one that she herself has, only on the opposite side. They have never talked about their twin scars, but each of them knows that only one creature could make such a mark – a creature that is the very bane of their existence as Slayers.

Faith tries to twist around to face Buffy, but the blonde won’t allow it and holds her firmly in place while continuing to tease the other girl’s nipples and leaving love bites on her neck. She enjoys pushing the brunette to the edge, taking it just a little bit further each time.

They each know that Faith could break free of Buffy’s grasp if she really wanted to, but experience has taught the brunette that the reward for staying right where she is will be so very sweet. So, she lies there in her lover’s arms, near breathless with anticipation over what will happen next.

The blonde does not disappoint. One hand soon abandons it’s teasing of Faith’s breasts in pursuit of something equally delightful. Her fingertips dance lightly over the other girl’s taut abdomen, lingering momentarily on the scar to be found there before moving steadily lower, but they still don’t touch her where she desperately needs it most.

“Please,” the girl in her arms begs. That one word holds a wealth of emotion.

“Shh,” is the reply that is whispered in her ear. “Patience, baby. Patience yields good things.”

After a moment that seems like an eternity, she learns that good things do indeed come to those who wait.

Buffy’s fingers spread her open and Faith swallows hard, knowing what’s about to happen. And then just when she’s certain that she can’t bear to wait any longer, she feels the pad of one finger tracing light circles over her clit. Digging her heels into the cushion beneath them, she arches against that questing digit. A hand presses firmly on her stomach, pushing her back down.

The word ‘patience’ is once more uttered in the stillness of the night.

*Fuck patience!* Faith thinks, but she allows herself to be restrained, knowing that the end result will be well worth the wait.

Buffy’s other hand moves between Faith’s legs and a finger dips inside her. It is soon joined by another and then another and together the digits pleasantly fill and stretch her. The finger on her clit speeds up its movements and a little more pressure is applied to the sensitive nubbin.

She feels her lover’s tongue trace the shell of her ear and a warm whisper says, “Play with your nipples.”

“Fuck, baby,” Faith answers, but complies with the request. She seeks out the hardened nubs with the thumb and forefinger of each of her hands and pulls on the taut flesh in earnest. Her hips arch once more of their own accord, and this time Buffy allows it.

The myriad of sensations soon has her oh so close to the brink of orgasm. Once again, she pleads with the girl who is in control of her pleasure. “Please,” she calls out in an almost frantic sounding breath, “please make me come. Need to so fuckin’ bad.”

A sudden hard thrust of the fingers inside of her and an unexpected pinch of her clit, and she tumbles over the edge. Her cries of fulfillment echo off the walls of the room and she bucks frantically against the hands touching her.

Buffy rides out the crest of the climax with her, continuing to trace whisper soft patterns over the hot and hard little bundle of nerves between her baby’s legs. When the aftershocks finally subside, she removes her hands from Faith, and the other girl sits up, turning around to face her.

She leans in, quickly capturing the blonde’s mouth in a deep kiss. Her hands move to her lover’s back and her fingernails mark the creamy flesh with rows of dark pink.

“Bed, now,” she commands against Buffy’s mouth.

They rise from the window seat as one and move gracefully across the room together, all the while still kissing and touching.

When they reach their destination, Faith pushes Buffy down onto the mattress. Instead of joining her, however, she kneels at the side of the bed, grasping hold of the other girl’s ankles and pulling her forward. Satisfied with their positioning, she hooks the blonde’s legs over her shoulder and moves in until her lips are hovering just above her baby’s closely shaven pussy.

A wicked grin lights up her face and a soft breath of warm air leaves her mouth to blow across Buffy’s quivering mound. She glances at the other girl and isn’t at all surprised to see that she’s already playing with her nipples, her breathing becoming quite erratic.

“What do you need?” Faith asks, wanting to make her beg, just as she herself was made to beg.

“Need you,” the blonde hoarsely replies.

“What do you need me *for*?” She leans down for a quick, unexpected lick of Buffy’s slit, causing the girl on the bed to cry out.

“Need your tongue to lick me and your mouth to suck me until I come!” Her knees push against Faith’s head, as if to emphasize her raggedly uttered request.

Knowing that it would be cruel to delay any longer, Faith moves in, curling her tongue and slipping it into her lover’s hot snatch. She brings her index finger to Buffy’s swollen clit and out of long practice, applies just the right amount of pressure to it, moving the digit in a steady circular pattern over and over again.

Buffy closes her eyes and roughly tugs her nipples, enjoying the slight pain that her own touch is providing. It is such a sharp contrast to the way that Faith’s tongue and finger are gently fucking her. The combination is quite heady and a climax almost violent in it’s intensity crashes through her, wrenching a guttural scream out of her from somewhere deep inside.

And then suddenly, Faith is lying beside her and pulling her into her arms, holding her close as wave after wave continues to wash over her. A warm hand pushes strands of sweaty blonde hair out of her eyes as another traces soothing circles on her back.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she realizes that whisky-colored eyes are staring into her green tinged hazel ones.

“Hi,” a deliciously familiar husky voice whispers. “Have you finally come back to me?”

“Umm, hmm,” Buffy replies as she tries unsuccessfully to stifle a sudden yawn.

“I see that I’ve worn you out,” Faith grins.

“You always do, but who am I to complain?” Her eyes close and she moves up against the other girl until they are touching breast-to-breast and thigh-to-thigh.

Faith kisses the top of her head, taking a moment to inhale of the sweet smell of Buffy’s shampoo before closing her own eyes and drifting off to dream with her baby.

The End

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