Perfect

by My Osage

Copyright © 2003

Myosage@aol.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. Wish they did. That creation credit belongs to Joss Whedon.
Distribution: The Mystic Muse    http://mysticmuse.net
Feedback: Yes, please
Spoilers: We're in my world. Time line is a little off. Just go with it. For this piece only, there is a very brief mention of three fleeting sexual situations with men that ended quickly without going anywhere. As always in my stories, Buffy and Faith are naturally and purely F/F. It just took them a bit longer to get there this time.
Author's Notes: This is not technically a PWP piece. But I'll admit that the fact that the story is written in a complete POV style, without any descriptions other than the ones in Buffy's and Faith's heads, may make it read like one. So be it. It was a blast to write.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith

Faith POV

She's so fuckin' perfect...

That's mostly what goes through my head every time I look at her. So I've been hearin' that particular phrase in my head a lot. I mean, she's just such a babe. All that silky wheat colored hair. And those hazel eyes that can either melt ya if she's pleased or burn ya if she's not. I'll admit that I find myself starin' at her a lot.

But hey, it's not like I'm the only one. Shit, look at all the other saps in this room who worship the ground she walks on. Wil's pretty much been thinkin' that B is God's gift since the day they met. Well, maybe that Tara isn't as "B-dazzled" as the rest of us. Red seems to be the only thing on her radar. I like that Tara chick. She's all soft and gentle. I'd do her. But then Red would probably turn me into a nasty little rodent like that Amy witch. And then I'd be all caged up and not gettin' any. Fuck that...No pussy's that good.

And Xan Man. He's always wanted in her pants. I mean the guy thinks with his dick. Course, he may have thought he'd died and gone to heaven when I took him for a ride. But that was just a physical thing. And you can just tell by lookin' at him that he'd kill for another trip on the Faith Express. Never gonna happen, Xan Man. I don't do that kind of work anymore. Cuz I'm all about the pussy now. But ya know, the way that ex-demon girlfriend of his looks at me sometimes… like she'd like to eat me up...Makes me kinda wonder if they haven't been thinkin' about a little three-way...

Oh fuck, she's talkin' to me...

Buffy POV

She's doing it again. Staring at me like there's no one else in the room. I can't concentrate when she does that. And she does it a lot. Even though she hasn't been back that long, she's still managed to turn my whole world upside down.

She's always had my attention. Though now I know that I should have paid much more attention to her back then. Maybe a lot of the stuff that happened, wouldn't have. But I was all involved with Angel and then she got all wrapped up in being bad. That's our history. Most of it's not very good. But then Angel dumped me. Like that was a big surprise. I mean a Slayer and a Vampire. What kind of sense does that make anyway? And then she went to prison for manslaughter. Of course, that was better than what the Council wanted to do to her. But I would never have let that happen. Then I tried to hook up with a nice, normal guy. But that didn't work either. Because now I know that I don't really like nice and normal. I like exciting and dangerous. And I really, really like her...

F POV

Damn, that was close. It was just a question about weapons. Those kinds of questions I can answer on autopilot. Ask me what I think or how I feel and that's where I get into trouble. I know I should keep my mouth shut. But I just can't help sayin' stuff to her sometimes. Cuz she drives me crazy she's so fuckin' hot...

I was in prison for a year or so. It wasn't that bad. I got a rep really quick as someone you didn't fuck with. So the real hardcores left me alone. But there were a few of the soft, pretty women that came on to me. It got around that I liked blondes. So I had about four or five that kinda became regulars. They liked doin' it with me. And as long as the rest saw them as mine, they were left alone. So everybody won. They'd come around at all times of the day and night. Sometimes in my cell, sometimes in the shower, or a quiet corner. I'd let them go down on me, get me off good. And then I'd turn 'em around and bend 'em over, so I could fuck 'em from behind. I didn't want to see their faces. Just their blonde hair. Yeah, I know. They were just fillin' in for what I couldn't have. I knew it. I'm not stupid. But for just a split second, when my tongue was fuckin' some chick's pussy real good, or she was creamin' all over my hands, I could just for a second, pretend it was her.

But then Wes sprung me to put the old genie, Angelus, back in the bottle. Angel was able to fix that whole prison thing so that I could help out here. So here I am. Fightin' for the good guys...

B POV

I wasn't surprised when she came back here. Even if Angel hadn't called to tell me she was heading this way, I would have known. I could still feel her when she was away. Sometimes it was so strong, it was like she was touching me. I mean, not that she's ever touched me. I wish. See, she has quite a reputation for being really, really good in bed. And if that stupid grin on Xander's face whenever the topic of Faith's sexuality comes up is any indication...

Anyway, I knew she'd come. But when I finally found her, it was in the last place I expected her to be. She was standing at my mother's grave. Just standing there with a bouquet of cheap flowers that she must have gotten at the bus station. I stayed hidden in the shadows and just watched her. Then suddenly she looked up, right at where I was standing. I knew she couldn't see me. But it felt like her eyes found mine anyway. I walked over and stood next to her for a few minutes. Then she lay the flowers down, picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and waited.

F POV

"C'mon…"

That's all she said. And then she took me home with her.

We never really talked about stuff. I mean, when I got here, the first thing I did was go see her mom. Joyce had been real good to me. And though I turned on her once to bait B, she didn't hold it against me. She wrote to me in prison. Even after she got sick. Told me that she believed in me. That I could change and be anything I wanted to be. Even though I had fucked with her daughter, she was decent to me. I wonder what she would've thought if she knew that what I really wanted to do was fuck her daughter. I'll never know. Because she died. That was a major sucker punch. It really hurt.

When B took me home with her that night, I'm sure no one was happy about it. But she didn't explain and she didn't tolerate any objections. See? That's the funny thing about her. She's such a girl. All soft and feminine. But underneath all that is this powerful, stubborn, incredible woman. I heard an expression once, "An iron fist in a velvet glove." That's B.

I thought she'd stick me on the couch to sleep until she could figure out what to do with me. But instead she took me to her room. It was just like I remembered. All these frilly girly type things. Soft colors, stuffed animals, and lace. I sure must've looked like I didn't fuckin' belong there….

B POV

God, I'm glad this meeting is over. They're all still such loyal Scoobies. Well, except for her. She was never really part of the gang. We were all at fault for that. She acted like an outsider and we treated her like one. I know that the gang was pretty shocked when I brought her home with me that first night. But I wasn't gonna let bad things happen to her anymore. And I was tired of trying to keep her out of my life…. and out of my heart.

Look at her now. Slouched in that armchair. That dark, untamed mane of hers spilling down her chest. One leather clad leg propped up over the arm of the chair. How can one person make nonchalance look so sexy? I've never been able to pull off that look. But she makes it look effortless.

That first night was different. She didn't look nonchalant. She looked nervous. Not an emotion I would've normally associated with her. I remember how she looked around at everything but me. My stuffed animals seemed to particularly catch her attention. She was looking at them when I took her bag off her shoulder. She noticed that I purposely set it down on one side of the bed. She frowned at her bag and then looked up at me and said…..

F POV

"You want me to stay here?"

I mean she'd led me to her room and all. But I was pretty sure she didn't want me to sleep there. I mean there was only one bed. Yeah, I know that the other two rooms were occupied. Wil and Tara in one, Dawn in the other. She coulda sent me to the basement. But maybe in her mind it woulda seemed too much like another prison cell. Anyway, I wasn't gonna make any assumptions. I was only gonna be where I was absolutely fuckin' sure she wanted me to be.

B POV

She looked skeptical when I'd told her that I wanted her to stay with me that night. That we'd figure it all out in the morning. So she'd shrugged her shoulders and taken off her jacket. I really tried not to stare at her. But my god…

F POV

Don't think I didn't notice her checkin' me out. Cuz that was exactly what she was doin' as soon as my jacket came off. When I'd gone to prison, I still had kind of a young teenager body…. well, with great tits. I've always had great tits. But I spent lots of hours in the weight room. And I ate everything I could get my hands on, cuz I was always slayer hungry. And well, I guess nature just caught up with me. I had filled out wicked good. Now I was built for every kind of action. I had all the curves and plenty of muscle. I was firm where it counted and I was soft where it counted. And don't think B didn't appreciate the change.

B POV

For a moment there, I thought that maybe having her sleep with me wasn't such a good idea. I mean everyone always thought she was really good looking. Ok, I guess what they actually always said was that she was hot. But seeing her standing there in those tight, low slung jeans, that black leather belt, and a tank top so tight… well, let's just say it left no doubt as to where her nipples were….

I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts. They were so deliciously firm and looked so…so perfect…. I probably would have continued to openly ogle her. But I felt a tingling sensation and I looked up at her face and she was grinning. It was the first time I'd seen her smile in such a long time. I had almost forgotten just how gorgeous she was….

F POV

Ha! I made her look that night. I caught her and it made me happy. She knew she'd been had, so all she could do was smile back at me. Ok, I can admit that she when did, my heart did some kind of weird flip-flop thing. And ya know what? As much as I've always wanted to fuck her senseless, I coulda been content for the rest of my life just standin' there smilin' at her and her smilin' back at me.

We didn't change in front of each other. I'm glad, cuz that might've been too much for me. I'm not blind, fer christ sake. She may be all delicate looking, but she's still as sexy as hell. Except I'm pretty sure she doesn't know it. She knows that people fall all over themselves to be a part of her life. Yeah, yeah, I know, including me. But I think she thinks that it's because she's the slayer. And maybe that hero thing is part of it. But mostly when ya see her, ya just wanna run your hands all over her. And not just your hands…

I behaved that night. I'd gotten used to sleepin' with kind of a sixth sense on my surroundings. Useful skill when you're in prison, cuz then no one can sneak up on ya. I made sure that I stayed on my side of the bed. Didn't let my hands wander over to that supple body I'd been pretendin' to touch for a year. Probably even longer.

Cuz, I've been here three weeks. And I'm still in her room, still sleepin' in her bed. Just a heartbeat away from a fuckin' fantasy….

B POV

No big nasties to thwart. No big catastrophe to prevent. Big sigh of relief from the battle weary Scoobies. I think that fight against Glory took a lot out of all of us. I so wish she would have been here for that. I don't think I would have felt so alone and helpless. Maybe we all wouldn't have gotten so hurt. I can't guess. But I think I feel stronger and safer with her here. Don't ask me why.

Slaying has become my favorite time of day again. It's fun again. Because I'm doing it with her. Hmmm. Doing it with her… Yeah right, like that doesn't have a huge not so hidden meaning. Hey. I took Psych 101. I know that I wanna sleep with her. Well, I'm sleeping with her now. But I realize that I'd welcome the opportunity to find out for myself what she's like in bed. Really tired of hearing Xander's version.

Would she ever make love with me? Does she even do that? I don't know and I can't very well ask.

"Uh, Gee, Faith. Have you ever thought about making love with someone you really care about, like me? Or do you only fuck strangers?"

I don't think so.

F POV

I love slayin'. I love to tear things up and use my fists, my legs and my body. I even love the adrenaline rush of a vamp tryin' to take me out. And I've always loved the weapons. The stake is supposed to be my stock in trade. But I love handlin' the crossbow, the long bow, and just about any kind of knife. Maybe I just like to throw things, launch things, fire things off. B's good with all of it. I think she has better fight moves than I do. She's more disciplined. Sharper. I've always been kinda wild. But no one lets an arrow fly like I do. I would practice for hours with my watcher. Pickin' off vamps from a distance. She thought it was safer for me back then. I love the feel of the wood of the crossbow in my hands, takin' aim and pullin' the trigger. I love the long bow even more. Muscles stretching as my right arm holds the bow steady. The fingers of my left hand pullin' the string taut. And then sendin' that wooden shaft straight through a vampire's heart. I've got great hands. I'm fucking poetry in motion. But who wouldn't look wicked hot pullin' a longbow's string to the max?

And I can throw a knife with just as much accuracy. But unless we're fightin' demons, I don't use a knife anymore. Too many bad memories. But I still think they're cool.

B POV

Geeze, I thought it would be kinda quiet tonite. It's a fairly cool night and not many people are out. Except for what looks to be a bunch of 1970's era vampires across the cemetery. They must've just gotten into town. Look at 'em. You think they would've at least dressed for the current times. God, the 70's were not pretty.

I'm about to attack, when one of them explodes into dust. Then another, and another. I look up and there she is on top of a mausoleum, firing at them with her longbow. She pulls arrows out of her quiver and cocks her bow so fast that the vampires don't even have a chance to run for cover. I know I should be killing some of the vampires. But I'm riveted by the display of her athleticism and grace.

She's poetry in motion.

F POV

Fuckin' perfect! Six for six! I'm like a goddamn machine. Like one of those guns where you turn the crank and it fires a bunch of rounds of ammo all at once. That ugly gang of vamps is dust in a matter of minutes. I hope B didn't mind me takin' target practice. Hey, where is she anyway?

B POV

That sexy little showoff. I'd be pissed about not havin' a kill if she hadn't been so much fun to watch. Look at her. She's so excited.

Damn, what was that? Whoa… vision's blurring a little here……

F POV

Hey! You goddamn fuckers! Sneaking up on a slayer like that. Shit, they whacked B pretty good. Now I'm pissed. Nobody hurts that blonde…..

Yeah, that's right, there's a slayer down, ya goddamn disco dicks. But guess what, assholes? Another slayer's still standin'. And did I say how incredibly pissed off I am right now?

B POV

Ok, tryin' to get up… slowly. What was I thinking? Gettin' all mesmerized by her and letting a couple of lame vamps get a jump on me. Oh, this is just perfect. She's never gonna let me live this down.

Wow, she must be really pissed. She's really tearin' up those two vamps. I wouldn't want to be them right now. She looks over at me as I start to stand. Staking the vampires quickly, she's at my side in a flash.

She has her hands braced tightly on my arms, holding me up. She looks so concerned and a little bit frightened. She's apologizing for distracting me. For getting up on that mausoleum and showin' off…..

I tell her that I'm all right. I can see that she's really worried. She hasn't let go of me. So I reach up and kiss her cheek and tell her thank you. She looks at me and asks me for what?

I don't know what made me do it. Maybe just for once I didn't think. But right there in the middle of that graveyard, I reach up again and I kiss her. I taste her lips, feel her softness. It's slow, and sweet, and I love it.

When I reluctantly release her, I look into those surprised dark eyes and say…..

F POV

"For everything…."

I can only stare at her. I'm so shocked that she kissed me. I can't even react. I mean, I reacted. Believe me, I reacted. I fuckin' kissed her back. I'm not crazy. But I'm confused as to what she means, thanking me for everything. Yeah, ok. I just helped her out a bit here. But we always watch each other's back whenever we're slayin'. I may have gotten a little carried away because they jumped her like they did. But I'd rather die than let anything happen to her. Doesn't she know that? Oh… maybe she does…. Cuz, she's kissin' me again……

B POV

She's puzzled. She can't figure out that I'm thankful for having her back in my life. That I'm grateful that she makes all the burdens I carry that much lighter. That I'm glad she sleeps with me at night and smiles at me during the day. And yes, I know that she would protect me from anything, even if it meant dying in the process.

This is the person she is now. This is the woman I always knew she could be. And she doesn't understand yet that I love her for it.

And I can't resist tasting her lips again. Because not only do I know now that I really, really want to. But I also know now that I can.

F POV

Overload! Sensory overload! Buffy lips… against Faith lips… Danger, Will Robinson. Danger! Ok, so I like to watch cartoons and the Sci-Fi Channel. I like comic books too. It's no big deal.

But her kissing me is a big deal. It's fuckin' perfect. Except for my hands. I don't know my hands anymore. Cuz they just slipped around her and they're pullin' her up tight against me. I didn't tell them to do that. See? They're acting on their own. Not my fault. I don't know them.

B POV

She's embracing me. So I put my arms around her neck to keep us together. So that we can keep kissing. Now I can feel her hands moving down my back. One hand splays its fingers across my spine. The other is making sensuous little circles over the small of my back. If she drops them down just a few inches, she'll be fondling my ass. I won't stop her.

F POV

Fuck. I can feel her supple body all pressed up against mine. And those hands, that so do not belong to me, are starting to roam down her… Fuck. She's just lettin' me feel her up. You'd think she'd stop me when my hands cup her ass. But she just keeps kissin' me and playin' with my hair.

This can't be happening.

I pull away from her for a minute. I have to look at her face to make sure that I'm not back in prison. That I'm not imagining that another nameless blonde is her. But I'm not back in prison. And the woman in my arms really is Buffy Summers.

Ok, when did I die and how did I ever wind up in heaven?

B POV

She looks confused. Like she doesn't know why this is happening. That must be a first. I'll bet when she's been in situations like this before, she always knew what was happening and where it was going to lead. But with me she isn't sure. She hasn't made any assumptions since she's been back. She's made no overt moves to get what she doesn't know she can have. And she hasn't gone out and "gotten any" since she's been here either. Cuz, she's been in my bed every night and somewhere close to me every day. So I have the advantage of her being really horny right about now. And she'll come with me. I mean she'll come home and go to bed with me. Because now I know she wants to. And though I'd like to know all the answers to all the questions I have…. questions like… Can she love me? Will she stay with me? Will this mean anything more to her than a quick fuck to satisfy the post slaying lust? I want to know all those answers. But I won't ask her tonight. Whatever she wants this night to be…. a lovemaking marathon or just fucking each other silly…. It'll be perfect.

So I say for the second time in three weeks.

"C'mon."

And I take her home with me again.

F POV

Now that we're here… in her room, she looks a little skittish. Like she's thinkin' that maybe this isn't the best idea she's ever had. We don't have to. I mean, I want to. I really, really want to…. But if we don't, it'll be ok. I just don't want her to regret bringing me here for this. I don't want her to think that being with me is a big mistake.

But then she surprises me…. again. She starts to unbutton her shirt. Hey, that looks like permission to me. So I quickly rip my tank up over my head and lose the bra. When I look back at her, she's frozen. She's just starin' at me. I don't mind. I've been looked at…. a lot. But I don't think I've ever been looked at like this before. She's lookin' at me like… like I'm special or somethin'. She's lookin' at me like I matter… to her. No one looks at me like that. No one ever really looks and sees… me.

I don't know what she's thinkin'. But while she's starin' at me, she stopped unbuttoning her shirt. Bummer there. It's ok. I've done this a hundred times. Probably more. So I know I've got way more experience than she does. I can help her with this. I can make it easy for her.

So I step up and take over unbuttoning her shirt where she left off. When I'm done, I look up and find she's not lookin' at my chest anymore. She's lookin' up into my face. Oh that's great. Fucking perfect. Now she's gonna know. If she looks into my eyes right now, she's gonna fucking see. As soon as my fingers touch her skin, she's gonna know everything I feel about her. I won't be able to hide that. She's gonna see past all my bullshit…. like I know only she can. Fuck. She's gonna know.

I am so screwed.

B POV

I never expected her to be gentle. I expected fast and rough. Because of all the weapons and fighting and stuff. And maybe she will be. But right now she unbuttons my shirt with hands that are sensitive, slow and sure. Soon I'm as topless as she is. I look up into her face as she cups my breasts. I want to see her enjoying….

Oh my god….

I can't believe it. She's not even looking down at where her hands are fondling me. She's looking into my eyes. And I can see that hers are filled with…. oh my god…. there's so much emotion in her eyes… like she needs this. Oh god…. This is not going to be just another fuck to her. It's going to mean something to her. I mean something to her.

Oh my god….

F POV

There she goes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I knew it. I can tell by the look on her face that she's readin' me like a book. A goddamn wide-open tell-all book called "Faith Exposed." I so did not want this to happen.

I just wanted to feel her. That's all. I just wanted to touch her. I wanted to please her and make her happy.

For once, I just wanted the lover I dream about and the lover in my arms to be the same woman.

B POV

Later. We can talk about this later. I want her. I've gotten her this far and I want her really bad now. We can deal with the desire first and the emotions later. C'mon, slayer…. please…. Do what I know you can do better than anyone else I've ever known. For once don't take it somewhere else. Bring it here to me.

F POV

I don't care. I don't care if she can see clear through my fuckin' soul. There's no way I'm gonna let the desire that's practically screaming from her body get away from me. I take her hands and I make them squeeze my breasts. She'll be feeling my nipples hardening in her palms…. just…. about…. now.

I pull her close, trapping her hands between her chest and mine. I kiss her again. This time givin' her my tongue to play with. She sucks it in quickly and with a bit of force, I might add. She's not all that innocent. Fuck. She tastes so good. Her mouth is like velvet. And her tongue is dancin' all around mine as she pulls me in deeper. Makes me think of what other parts of her body might enjoy my tongue goin' deeper… Hey, I don't have any restrictions when it comes to sex. Well, I do draw the line on a couple of things. But for her… I'd do absolutely fuckin' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.

I pull away and start kissin' over her jaw, down her neck and then back up to her ear. I nibble at her lobe and I start to talk to her. I whisper to her how much I wanna touch her, how soft her skin feels against my lips, how beautiful I think she is. I tell her that I'm gonna find all those special little places that drive her crazy. That I'm gonna make damn sure that by the end of the night, she's completely and utterly spent.

I usually talk a lot dirtier than that.

But not to her.

Well, maybe later….

B POV

I've always found her sultry voice so sexy. It made all the innuendos, irreverent and not so subtle suggestions even more unsettling than they would have otherwise been. She's talking to me while her lips are nuzzling me. Her hands are roaming all over my back, my arms, my ass… anywhere she can reach. And just when I can no longer stand under the barrage of stimulation, she moves us to the bed. I've been caressing her breasts the whole time. They're so perfect. And I really don't want to let them go….

F POV

She's plenty heated up now. And I gotta see her. I work on her jeans until I can pull them down her legs. Damn, she's wearin' these pretty little blue panties that have a splash of lace across the front. Maybe she can model her underwear for me later. I tuck my hands under 'em and I watch her face as I pull 'em down too. I can tell that me stripping her turns her on. She loses a breath of air and she's lookin' really hungry right now.

Soon she's wearin' nothing at all as I set her back on the bed. My eyes are pourin' over her body, memorizing every inch just in case I never get to see it again.

She doesn't say anything, but now she's starin' at my crotch like she's wonderin'. When she looks back up into my eyes, I know that she wants me to take the rest of my clothes off too. So I unbuckle my belt and I slowly pull it out of the loops. I take hold of where my jeans are buttoned up. Ya gotta love button fly jeans. They're so much sexier in a situation like this. Her eyes are riveted to my hips as I give a strong pull and all the buttons pop out of their holes. My fly is open and her eyes get real big. She can see that I got no underwear on. Cuz there's some dark, curly hair peekin' out near the bottom buttons. As tight as my jeans are, they slip off really easy, cuz they're ridin' so low on my hips. Soon I'm standin' in front of her wearin' nothin' at all.

B POV

Oh my god…..

She's just so… so….. perfect…

F POV

I have a lot of confidence in this situation. I mean, I've never pulled my clothes off and had someone not be impressed. And confidence is half the battle. But seeing B's reaction really pumps me up. She's lookin' me over like she's never seen anything so fuckin' amazing in her whole life. Makes me feel all funny inside.

But she can appreciate the goods later. There's a pretty amazing body lying right there on the bed waiting for me to ravish it big time.

B POV

When she climbs on top of me, I'm still in a daze. But I snap out of it quickly as I feel all of her skin pressing down on all of mine. There's a charge that shoots through me at the silken connection. Suddenly she's everywhere. Her hands search me. Her lips kiss me and then trail down over my neck, shoulders and chest. Whenever she touches a place where I jump a little, she smiles. I think she's taking notes so that she can go back and caress those places that she knows will make me react.

She's so good…..

F POV

I can't believe I'm touching her this way. But I love it. Fucking love it. Her skin tastes so sweet. B doesn't eat a lot of salt. So wherever she has any sweat, it tastes sweet. I'll bet her cream is sweet too. Gonna find that out in just a minute…..

I slide off to her side and my hand strokes down to her snatch. I'm just about to spread her, when she opens up for me. One leg bends up and out, while the other one inserts itself between my legs. She's lookin' just a tiny bit embarrassed by her own eagerness. I grin back at her to let her know that I'm a lot more eager than she is.

B POV

Can I be any more obvious? Spreading myself for her. Pushing my leg in between hers. But she just grins at my wanton behavior. Phrases are starting to enter my head that I actually do know but would never say. Words like…. "eat my pussy" and "fuck my cunt" and "rim my ass." But now I want to say them. Though I really don't think I can shock her. She's been around….

F POV

Her nipples are so much fun to play with. They're all soft and pink one minute and then stiff peaks the next. I use my tongue to lick around and around one that's gone back to being relaxed right now. But almost immediately it hardens up again. And I'm suckin' it into my mouth and flickin' at it with the tip of my tongue. She likes that. I can hear her moaning…..

I'm good at a lot of things. But I'm really good at doin' several things at the same time. And B is about to find this out. While she's distracted by the action going on at her breasts, my hand cops a feel between her legs. My fingers part her hair and find that she's totally slicked up. Fuckin' perfect. If she's creamin' this much already, it's gonna be so easy to slip my fingers into her sweet pussy. And anywhere else I wanna go.

B POV

She feels so good at my breasts. I find myself arching into her mouth and moaning at the way she sucks my nipples. But then her fingers become even more of a distraction. I can feel them gliding though my pubic hair and learning all about my clit. God, her stroking me there feels incredible. But I'd do anything to feel her inside me. I want to tell her that. But she's making these light, slow circles over my clit and I'm starting to catch fire under her touch. How she knows when this happens, I can't say. But she quickens the pace and I'm climaxing. A quick shooting spark that nails me. While I'm coming down, she shoves one finger inside me. Just one. And she rams it in up high and I get another little orgasm rolling through me.

How does she know?

F POV

That's fuckin' perfect, baby. Just a few little releases to take the edge off. She's so easy to read. I don't know if our slayer connection has anything to do with it or not. But I've always had good instincts in this area. With her though, I can feel what's happening in her body almost like it's also happening in mine. I did get a little wattage from that first orgasm. The second one, not as much. But she's relaxed again. Now she's ready for the good stuff. My area of expertise, so to speak.

I love using my mouth all over a woman. And tasting B is gonna be a Primo, Number One, Grade A pleasure. I shift my body over hers and start to kiss my way down. I stop at certain places and I spend just a little time. I know I'm marking her in a few spots. And I know I probably shouldn't. But they're not gonna be anywhere where anyone can see 'em. So maybe she won't mind. I just can't help it.

Fuck. She's already thrusting her hips up toward me. A little subtle rockin' motion that I can feel against my stomach. I guess I better get down there before she starts without me.

As I settle down between her legs, she opens them even wider. I look up and she's not showin' any embarrassment now. She's way too horny. I wanna look at her. Really examine her. But if I don't make her cum a few more times, she may not let me stay. So I part the silky folds and pull back the hood on her powerful little clit. There it is, all shiny and pink from my stroking it. But I'll bet it can take a lot more than that. She's a slayer after all. And I'm gonna test her stamina right now…..

B POV

Oh god…. I'm so hot for her. Surely she's not going to tease me now. Not when I'm so ready for her. Please…. baby… Play with me later…. "Fuck my pussy now…."

Oh god… did I just say that out loud?

F POV

Fuckin' A. Did she just ask me to fuck her pussy? Well I'll be damned. I got me a tiger by the tail. And what a great tail it is… No problem, you horny little slayer. I got just what you need…..

I cover her clit with my mouth. And I start to lavish it with long, flat licks to make sure I catch every part of her. She's groaning. And then I shove two fingers up her pussy. Just like she asked me to. I'm not being all that gentle, cuz she's so fuckin' ready. I'm gettin' all this deep penetration into her sweet hole. And I'm really gettin' off on the way those smooth, warm walls feel surrounding my digits. I know to her it must feel like I'm just fuckin' her. But I'm also feelin' around in there with every thrust. Cuz, I wanna memorize where her G-spot is so that I can hit it whenever she needs me to.

Fuck, I need to concentrate…. She's cumin' again.

B POV

Oh god… not again….

When she first started licking me, I climaxed so fast. But she wouldn't stop. She slowed down and got really gentle for a few minutes. But then she started up again, moving her tongue faster this time. And I climaxed again. This is so not me. I mean, I never thought of myself as a multiple…. Well, you know….

But I'm with her now….

I'm not even sure what she's doing to me anymore. Her mouth, her fingers, I can feel her everywhere.

F POV

Damn! B rocks! I'm givin' her her 3^rd ….. no… wait… her 4^th orgasm. And I think I can still coax maybe one more out of her before she's knocked unconscious. Fuck! What a woman! I'm havin' the time of my life here. She let me fuck her pussy, she let me suck her and lick her fuckin' everywhere. I even got to finger her tight little ass. That was sweet. I think it helped pop orgasm number 4. Though I'm not sure she'll remember that. But I'll remember it. I'll remember every fuckin' thing I've done to her.

I'm so super horny now, that I'm about to jump out of my skin. But ya know what? If she never touched me back, I'd die happy. Cuz bein' with her is absolutely the best fuckin' sex I've ever had. And for me, that's sayin' a lot.

And by the way, her cum really is sweet.

B POV

Did I fall asleep? Or did I pass out. I don't know. But I look down my body and there she is. Still lying between my legs. Legs that seem to be kind of embracing her right now. She has her arms folded over my hips and she's resting her chin on top of her arms. And she's grinning at me. That was the most amazing sexual experience I've ever had. I know it. She knows it.

"Wow"…..

F POV

It makes me grin even more when that's all she can manage to say. I've reduced her normal chattiness to one word. That's so fuckin' perfect.

My work here is done…..

She holds out her arms and I scramble back up and lay lightly on top of her. Right here, right now is the only place I ever want to be. And it must show on my face. Cuz she pulls me down and kisses me. Soft sweet kisses of gratitude and maybe even a little affection. I'll take it. I don't expect her to love me. That would be a pretty huge leap. But I'll take whatever she gives me. And it would appear that she does want to give me somethin'. Cuz she puts her hands on either side of my face and asks….

B POV

"Can I touch you?"

I want to. I really want to feel that luscious body responding to me. I want to know what she feels like inside. I want to hear what sounds she makes when she loses control. I want her to call out my name so I know that there is no one else in this world she'd rather be with than me. Oh god… I sound like I'm….

F POV

in fucking love…. There's a real shocker. I'm in love with her. Why else would I let her have complete control. Why else would I know that I'm gonna give her everything I have to give the moment she touches me….

Can she touch me?

Hell, yeah……

B POV

Let's face it. I've wanted her nipples in my mouth from the moment she walked into this room. I knew it when she first took off her jacket. When I saw those tightened buds poking out through her taut shirt, I wanted to taste them. I so wanna make love to her. But it may take me a while just to get past her breasts.

But apparently she can't wait that long. She drops her hand to her crotch and she spreads her legs. Dammit. She's gonna touch herself. Oh no you don't, you horny little minx. I'm goin' there first.

She can masturbate for me later…

F POV

Fuck, she's an aggressive little slayer. I was just gonna get in a little touch so that she could play in nippleland as long as she wanted. But she's havin' none of that. She grabs my hand just as it starts to rub my clit and she takes over the motions. She's movin' my own fingers slowly over my hot spot. I'll bet her hand is gettin' plenty wet. Cuz I always get really lathered up during sex. There's so much lube, I can be fucked any kind of way, all night long. Really comes in handy with a strap-on or a vibrator.

Next thing I know, she's bringin' my fingers up to my breasts. She's rubbin' my cum all over my nipples. Damn that feels so good. It's makin' my nipples hard as bullets and all slippery too. Fuck, now she's lickin' me. Lickin' all that juice right off my tits. I'm dyin' here.

B POV

She wasn't expecting that. Smearing her sweetness all over her breasts so that I could lick and suck it off. She's moaning. Poor baby. It sounds almost painful. I'd better take care of her before she pulls somethin' else.

I'm heading down between her legs now. She's already spread. But I force them open almost to the point of discomfort. I want her to know that she's completely exposed and at my mercy. I want her to know that she's mine. At least for right now.

I lean down and kiss her hair. It's dark, dense and soaked. I rub my lips in it. Tasting her again. She tastes a little salty and has a stronger scent than I do. So womanly. It's very sexy and I love it. Now I part her folds and kiss her clit. She bucks a little. I'd love to spend the time to really look at her. She's so beautiful here. But I can't do that to her. So I kiss her some more and then I seriously start to lick her. She's really moaning and groaning now. She's calling out my name. Begging me to make her come.

Don't you worry, baby… I'm gonna take you for a real good ride…..

F POV

Oh Fuck! How many times have I said that in my head? And how many times have I said it out loud: "Oh, fuck, B!" "Fuck me right there, B!" "Fuck me deeper, B!" "Fuck me faster, B!" "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, B!"

Well, you know….

She's still at it. I don't know how many times I've cum already. I know I'm capable of quite a few orgasms with the right person. And apparently B is the right person for the job. She's lettin' me rest for a sec. And by that I mean she's milking my clit really softly right now. She's got her thumb and her index finger on either side of the shaft and she's pullin' the hood really gently up and down so that it slips on and off my clit. It tingles. It feels so sexy. Or maybe it's the fact that she's intently watching her actions that's so sexy. Either way, I'm beginnin' to feel the burn again. And I don't know how she can tell. Cuz I'm really tryin' to hold still so that she won't stop what she's doin'. But she knows it anyway. She looks up at me. And her other fingers, that have been restin' quietly inside me, start up their familiar rhythm again.

And that orgasm knocks me into the next millennium.

B POV

That did it. That last one was a killer. I'm looking down at her and she has a dazed expression on her face and her eyes are slightly unfocused. God, that girl comes from sturdy stock. Either that or she's been savin' up her stamina since she's been back. It took seven orgasms to bring her to this current state of exhausted euphoria. And I've never see her look more stunning. Her hair is tousled across the pillow and her lips look bruised from all the kissing. Her nipples are relaxed. One arm is around my back and the other one is lying across her stomach in a feeble attempt to hold me too. Her legs are somehow entwined with mine. And her hips…. wait… What's that? Did I mark her leg? I don't remember doing that…..

F POV

I can't move. Me. The one with a rep for fucking women senseless. And I know that I do. But no one ever fucks me senseless. And here this slip of a girl…. Ok, so looks are kind of deceiving. She's really a powerful slayer masquerading as a slip of a girl…. comes along and takes me places I've only dreamed about. If I didn't love her before, I sure as hell love her now.

What? She's moved down to look at my thigh. Oh that…. Yeah, I've had that for a long time. I knew she'd never know it was there. And if she did ever find out, well, it would either be because I was on a slab in the morgue or because we were… well, we were like this…. Either way, she couldn't get mad at me….

B POV

When I look closer, I can see that it's a tattoo. A small one. At the very top of her left thigh, over her groin muscle, mere inches from where all that soft, curly hair starts…..

I stare at it for a moment. It's not new. She must have gotten it a long time ago. The cursive writing is lovely… and it's incredibly detailed. Someone spent a lot of time on this. The "F" is pitch black, the "B" is a bright blue. And the word "Loves" in between them is blood red. I look up at her to find that she's watching me. She doesn't do any of the things I expect her to do. She doesn't grin at me, she doesn't shrug it off. She doesn't make any wise crack to try and make me believe that it's anything less than what it is.

My expression shows that I'm surprised to see this permanent declaration on her body.

She holds my gaze with a wistfulness that I've never seen in her eyes before and says….

"Always…."

F POV

I think we're gonna be alright. B kissed that old tattoo on my leg over and over like it was something sacred. When she finally came back up to me, she just looked into my eyes for what seemed like a long time. Then she brought her index finger up to the base of my neck. And she started to write letters down the middle of my chest.

I

Luv

U

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Fuckin' perfect.