Whatever We Want

Written By: starcrossed

RATING: NC-17 for sex and language.
SPOILERS: Season three, up to and including “Consequences.”
SUMMARY: My own little spin-off from the episode “Consequences.”
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing much to my deep disappointment. The show, “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” and all of it’s characters belong to the almighty Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me and it’s yours.
DEDICATION: To Nikita… just because she’s her and to my “baby doll,” for constantly rocking my world with her love.



We’re standing on Main Street, arguing about what went down the night before. Seems like that’s all we’ve done for the past twenty-four hours and I’m getting more than a little bit sick of it. Why does B have to be such a god damn goody-goody priss all the time?

It would do her a world of good to live a little, ya know what I’m sayin’? It’s the exact thing that I was tryin’ to show her night before last. I thought for sure I had her, out there on the dance floor, our two bodies gyrating together, but then Angel had to show up.

I’m suddenly jolted back to reality by something B is sayin’.

“And then what? You just live with it? See this dead guy in your head for the rest of your life?” The expression on her face is a cross between genuine sorrow and righteous indignation.

“Buffy. I’m not going to “see” anything… I missed the mark last night. And I’m sorry about the guy, really. But it happens.”

I pause for a moment, carefully watching her face. There is a flicker of something in her hazel eyes – something that says that she wants to believe me, so I continue.

“Anyway – how many people do you think we’ve saved by now? Thousands? And didn’t you stop the world from ending? In my book, that puts you and me in the plus column.”

I can still see that flicker in her eyes, only now it’s become more of a gleam. She wants to see things my way, she really does, but it’s hard to undo all them years of walkin’ the straight and narrow.

“We help people,” she says. “That doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want…”

Sure we can. I sure as Hell have always done what I want… who I want. Fuck convention. Screw expectations up the ass. Both are highly overrated anyway. I’d much rather grab life by the short hairs and make it do what I want.

And right now, what I want is the girl standing in front of me. I want to kiss her, touch her, take her clothes off, and eventually make her scream out my name as she comes. It’s what I’ve wanted from the moment I set foot in this shitty little town and laid eyes on the almighty golden girl known as Buffy Summers.

I’ve tried for months to let her know it in all sorts of subtle little ways. B must be stupid when it comes to subtlety cause she sure hasn’t ever caught on. So, fuck subtle. I’m gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place and go for bold and daring. A full balls out, pedal to the medal, come on that will leave no doubt in her mind.

I take a step forward, then another, slowly advancing on her. My eyes travel down the length of her body and then back up to her face. Right in front of her now, I reach out a hand to softly cup her chin and look her squarely in the eyes.

“Can’t we?” I ask and my voice sounds even huskier than usual. “Ain’t that what I’ve been tryin’ to show you the past couple of days? You must be a real slow learner if you ain’t caught on yet.”

“W-What is it that I’m supposed to catch?” She asks breathlessly.

Releasing her chin, I lean forward and bring my mouth to hers, and my hands automatically reach for her slender hips, pulling her flush against me. Amazingly enough, she doesn’t fight me and that only turns me on even more as I nip at her lips with mine.

Suddenly, her mouth opens beneath mine and I take advantage of the opportunity to slide my tongue in. One of her hands reaches up to entwine in my hair and this time, it’s her who’s trying to pull me closer as she kisses me back for all she’s worth.

Time stands still as we stand in the middle of fucking Main Street and kiss. Luckily, there ain’t anyone out and about this time of night – at least no one of the human variety. Seems like most citizens of good ol’ Sunny D are wise to what goes on in this town after dark and wisely choose to stay home behind locked doors.

Finally, she pulls back and her hands move to my shoulders as she struggles to catch her breath. “F-Faith… we can’t… we shouldn’t…”

Why am I not surprised that she’s backing off? I start to pull out of her embrace not wanting to stick around for the rejection that I know is coming.

She won’t let me go, though. Keeping her hands firmly planted on my shoulders, she takes a deep breath and then speaks again.

“No,” she says, “you don’t understand.” Catching my eye, she continues. “What I meant was that we shouldn’t be doing this out on the street.”

My heart seems to leap in my chest. Of course, I’d be just as happy to pull her into the nearest alley and fuck her senseless up against a brick wall, but I somehow don’t think that B would go for that.

“My place?” I offer, figuring that there’s no way in Hell that she’d take me back to her house with her mom’s room just down the hall from hers.

She nods her head and finally releases her grip on me, turning in the direction of the motel where I live. I don’t say anything else, but just follow, walking side by side with her in silence.

Sunny D ain’t all that big of a town, so we reach my place in about five minutes. I pull my key out of my jacket pocket and insert it into the lock. My hands are shaking for some reason and I try to conceal this fact from the blonde standing right behind me.

I somehow manage to get the door open and I enter, turning on the lights. B is right behind me and once she’s inside, I reach around behind her to close and lock the door. No sense in taking any chances on anyone or any *thing* bursting in.

She leans back against the door and I place a hand on either side of her shoulders and lean in with my face mere inches from hers. I stay like that, just drinking in the beauty that is Buffy Summers. A part of me is having a hard time believing that she’s actually here.

“Faith… just so you know… I’m not… I mean, I don’t…”

I know exactly what she’s trying to get at. “It’s cool, B. I ain’t a ‘lesbian’ either, ya know. I don’t believe in sex being one way or another. I just go with whatever and whoever feels right.”

She nods and a look of relief passes over her face.

Taking her face in my hands, I bring my mouth to hers. This time, she opens for me right away and our tongues are soon dancing together. She tastes like vanilla and sunshine and honey all mixed together. It’s a heady combination and I can’t seem to get enough of it.

I bring a hand up between our bodies and cup one of her breasts, squeezing it gently through her shirt and bra. She moans into my mouth and leans into my touch. My nimble fingers manage to find her nipple through her clothing and I roll it between thumb and forefinger, pinching it ever so lightly.

Moving my free hand to her waist, I begin to walk backward. We are still kissing and I’m still feeling her up with my other hand, but thanks to Slayer grace we manage to move across the room without tripping. I stop when we reach my bed and reluctantly wrench my mouth from hers.

“You’re wearin’ too many clothes,” I tell her. Before she can respond, my hands are grabbin’ the hem of her shirt and tugging it up and over her head. As I fling the garment aside, she reaches around in back of her and unhooks her bra. She’s got this shy little smile on her face and I know right then that she’s never been with a chick before.

I smile back at her and tug the straps of her bra down her arms until she’s free of it. It gets tossed in the direction of her shirt as I stare appreciatively at the sight in front of me.
B’s rack ain’t all that big, but what there is of it is perfect. Two creamy little mounds just big enough to fill my hands with and they have the pinkest areolas with nipples that stand at immediate attention under my gaze. It’s all pink and cream and hard little buds, and the sight of it makes my mouth water and my pussy tingle.

Cupping a breast in each hand, my fingers tease her nipples as I push her back until she falls onto the bed. I climb in after her and sit astride her hips, my hands still full of her breasts. Dipping my head, I replace one of my hands with my mouth, taking her nipple between my lips and sucking on it none too gently and even grazing it with my teeth.

Her hands reach up to grab hold of my hair and she holds me to her. “Faith,” she cries out. “Oh, god!”

I sure ain’t God, but her cries of pleasure make me feel good all the same. I slide down her body a bit until my crotch is right over hers and I begin rubbing against her while I play with her nipples with my mouth and my fingers. Delicious heat radiates up through the denim of her jeans and I know that she’s all mine.

Finally, I raise my head from her chest and look at her. Her eyes are sparkling, her face is flushed, and she’s panting. I keep rubbing my pussy on hers and bite back the need to groan. My clit is starting to twitch and I want to come so damn bad. Not yet, though, I tell myself.

Whiskey brown eyes meet emerald-tinged hazel ones. “Do ya want me to make ya come, B? Cause I can. I can make it so damn good for you, too.”

She nods and when she finds her voice to speak, she stutters a bit. “Y-Yes, pl-please!”

I move off of her with the speed and the grace of a cat. Lightening quick, I’ve pulled the rest of her clothes off and mine, too. When I come back to bed, we are both naked, and I don’t think that there could be anything more beautiful than that. How many nights have I dreamed about this very thing?

Crawling back up the mattress, I part her silken thighs and move my head between them. Her legs fall limply open, giving me access to her. With my thumb and my index finger, I hold open the lips of her pussy, and what I see makes me take in a sharp breath. Her clit is all pink and throbbing and her juices are flowing everywhere.

I bring my mouth to her, my tongue darting out to lick up all that moisture. The taste of her is better than anything or anyone that I’ve ever had in my mouth before, that’s for damn sure. She’s like wild honey with the slightest bit of tang to it.

I’m still holding her open with my fingers as I lick the insides of her thighs and all around the area of her pussy. Finally, I bring my tongue to her slit and lick down the length of it, stopping to push inside of her for a minute, drawing out even more juice. I swallow and then work my way back up, touching her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Her hips shoot up off of the mattress and my face is suddenly full of her. I reach under her, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands and holding her up to my mouth. My lips close around her hard little clit and I start sucking on it, pausing every now and then to let my teeth graze it.

She reaches for me, tangling her fingers in my hair again, as if to keep me where I am. Not that she needs to cause I ain’t going anywhere till I’m done. I make an ‘o’ with my lips and start drawing on her clit like a baby on a teat.

Soon she’s thrashing all over the bed the best she can what with me holding onto her and she’s moaning and calling my name and saying words that I ain’t never heard come out of her mouth before. Who knew that B could swear like that? I bet she don’t kiss her mother with that mouth.

And then it happens. She bucks up against my face one last time and comes. With one last scream, she goes limp and sinks back into the mattress. I take my time, licking up all of her cream and juices before finally removing my face from between her legs.

I slide up the bed and stretch out next to her. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing hard. She’s also flushed and sweaty and her hair is all tangled, but to me, she’s beautiful.

After what seems like an eternity, she opens her eyes and rolls over onto her side so that she’s facing me. She reaches out a hand to caress my face and smiles at me.

“That was…” her voice trails off like she can’t find good enough words. I know what she’s tryin’ to say, though.

“Yeah,” I say in reply. I’m good at eating pussy and I know that I am, but that ain’t no reason to get all puffed up about it.

She raises up on one elbow and then dips her head down to kiss me. I’m thinking she’s gonna pull back pretty quick cause the taste of herself all over my face and mouth might disgust her, but to my surprise she doesn’t. In fact, she pushes her tongue against my closed lips and I open them, letting her in.

As she kisses me, she moves until she can swing one leg over me and she straddles my hips, knees digging into the mattress on either side of me. Next thing I know, she’s got her hands on my breasts and she’s tugging on my nipples. I cry out into her mouth and this causes her to stop everything she’s doing and look down at me with concern.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asks and her eyes are full of worry and uncertainty.

“Fuck, no!” I exclaim a little too loudly. “You’re doin’ everything right, B.”

“Good,” she says in a relieved tone. Before I can say anything else, her mouth is covering mine again and her hands go back to teasing my nipples. She grinds her hips against mine in that age old rhythm and pretty soon I’m ready to beg for what I want.

I don’t have to, though. Seems like B knows, even though I’m pretty damn sure that this is the first time she’s ever been in bed with a woman. Some things just come natural to some people, I guess.

One hand slides down between our bodies and sensing what’s coming, I pull my legs out from under her enough to spread them open for her. She’s nibbling at one of my ears now and slipping her hand between my legs. One of her fingers finds my clit and begins to stroke it. It feels so damn good that I almost want to cry.

Two more fingers move down and slide into me. She thrusts them hesitantly at first, but soon finds and establishes the right rhythm. Two fingers inside of me and the tip of another one rubbing my clit – I’m in god damn heaven. I find that I can’t keep my hips still and I don’t even try. I let them start moving and I thrust up against her fingers in an effort to gain more delicious contact.

She’s still got her mouth by one of my ears and she whispers to me. “Come for me, Faith. I want to make you come. I want you to scream out my name like I screamed yours.”

Fuck me ten ways to Sunday! Her dirty talk is all I need to push me over the edge. I thrust frantically against her hand for a few more seconds and then it happens. I’m jumping off a cliff and soaring and I don’t ever want to stop. I close my eyes so hard that I see colors and I can feel a couple of tears leak out of the corners.

“Say my name,” Buffy demands in my ear. “Say it.”

“B… Buf… BUFFY! Oh, holy fucking shit, BUUFFFYYYY!” Half the motel’s other occupants can probably hear me, but ask me if I care. I’m coming like I’ve never come before and that’s all that matters.

When it’s over, she gently pulls her fingers out of me and moves up to lay down next to me. She curls up on her side and one hand reaches out to lazily trace circles around my nipples. We just lay there like that for awhile and neither one of us says anything. I’ve still got my eyes closed.

“Faith,” she finally says, “we can’t go on like this, you know.”

I open my eyes and turn my head so that I can look at her. “Like what?” Is this the part where she’s gonna freak on me and tell me that she ain’t really into girls? Jesus! I hope not.

“We can’t go on pretending that what happened last night didn’t happen…”

Last night? What the fuck is she talking about? And then it dawns on me. She’s still hung up on me accidentally killing that Deputy Mayor prick. Fuck me with chainsaw.

I sit up, quick as a flash, and yank the top sheet off of the bed, wrapping it around me. I can’t fucking believe what’s happening here. Don’t even tell me that she just screwed me in order to convince me to do what she wants. Yeah, I just got *screwed* alright.

“Is *that* what this is all about? Is that why you came here with me? Did ya think that we’d fuck and then you’d be able to talk me into turning myself in?”

She sits up and looks at me and the expression on her face tells me all I need to know.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad,” she says. “I’ll stand up for you and tell them what happened and Giles will talk to the police, too.”

“Oh, yeah! That’ll work! The police of Sunnydale are actually going to believe us when we tell them about how we were being ambushed by vampires and I killed that guy because I thought that he was one.” I laugh dryly. “You’re giving the police of this town a whole lot more credit than they’re worth, B.”

“Faith…” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Get out,” I say coldly.

“But, just listen to me,” she says.

I stalk over to the other side of the bed, clutching the sheet to me with one hand. I bend over and use my free hand to start grabbing her clothes. Once I have them all, I straighten up, turn to face her, and throw the whole pile at her.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” I reply. “So I’ll say it a bit louder and a bit clearer this time… GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!”

She gets off of the bed and starts pulling her clothes on. When she’s done, I move so that I’m standing right in front of her. I’ve managed to tuck the end of the sheet between my breasts so that it stays up on its own.

I place one hand on her shoulder and cup her chin none too gently with the other. “Listen good, cupcake, cause I’m only gonna say this once.”

There is a look of defiance in her eyes and she tries to pull away from me. Her actions only make me tighten my grip on her. “Are ya listening?” I ask, staring her right in the eye.

She nods her head the best she can considering the hold I have on her chin.

“Good. Now, I can say what ya need to hear.” My eyes lock onto hers. “You don’t want to fuck with me. Got it?” I release her and she backs up a couple of steps.

“I mean it, B. You go ratting me out to Giles, to the police, to Angel, to anyone, and I fucking swear to God that I’ll make you live to regret it.”

She doesn’t say anything, but instead makes her way to the door. As she places her hand on the knob, I give her one last thing to think about.

“Just remember, sunshine, it could have just as easily have been you who did the killing.”

She pauses for the slightest second and then pulls the door open. She steps out and closes the door behind her, leaving me alone in a room that smells of sex and betrayal.

The End

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