The Spell by My Osage

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.
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Author's Notes: 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.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith

Summary: An errant spell and the method required to break it raises havoc for Buffy and Faith. Will the secrets revealed change how the slayers feel about each other?

But the dark slayer had no intention of "letting it go." They were a team now. There was no reason for Buffy to take careless risks on her own.

"You should've waited for me, B." Replied the concerned brunette. "I wasn't that late."

Buffy knew she could've gotten hurt unnecessarily. There were more vamps in the rumored nest that they'd found out about than she had anticipated. It would be safe to say that if Faith had not arrived when she did, Buffy would have been in serious trouble. Buffy knew it and so did Faith. But that fact only served to agitate the blonde slayer even more.

"I know what I'm doing, Faith." Buffy snapped as they walked up onto the front porch of the Summers home. "You forget that I was slaying vampires while you were still a wet-behind-the-ears potential."

"Oh, yeah?" Faith sharply retorted "Well, are we still counting on one hand the number of times you've died?" The rogue slayer shook her head. "Damn, B. You can be such a bitch when you're wrong."

Their argument stopped when they opened the door to the house and unfamiliar laughing could be heard inside. In the living room, they encountered Tara and an elderly woman who resembled the gentle witch. She had the same soft slate colored eyes. Her hair was graying, but still held a hint of the rich honey shade she'd probably had when she was younger. Tara introduced her to the slayers.

"This is my grandmother, Rose McCormack." She said. "Grandma Rose, I want you to meet our housemates, Buffy and Faith."

Faith smiled and shook the older woman's hand first. "I can see where Tara gets her good looks."

What was it about Faith that drew women in? Buffy wondered, not for the first time. Even straight, elderly women seemed easily won over by her slaying partner. She acknowledged their guest and watched while Faith sat down on the couch, completely engaging Tara's grandmother.

Their dinner included a lively exchange of witch tales. Mrs. McCormack was delighted that her granddaughter and her lover were practicing witches. She told them stories of her early days as a witch and much about Tara's mother that none of the other women had ever heard before.

After dinner, Faith took Mrs. McCormack out into the backyard for some air. It was a beautifully clear night and they chatted amiably. Faith enjoyed being with the older woman. She'd never had any grandparents of her own. Just an abusive alcoholic mother who had a string of alcoholic boyfriends. So whenever Faith had an opportunity to spend time with someone's older relative, she grabbed it.

From the kitchen window, Buffy watched the two women on the back porch. Mrs. McCormack laughed often at whatever antics Faith was entertaining her with. She was still a little irked with her partner. Even though she knew she was in the wrong. She unconsciously rotated her right shoulder that still ached from the fight. When Faith and Mrs. McCormack came back into the house, Faith could sense her discomfort.

"Hey." Faith's voice had lost its angry edge. She came up behind Buffy and messaged the painful shoulder. "Still hurtin' ya, B?"

"Sit down." Faith instructed, indicating a dining room chair. "I'll try to work it out for ya." As Mrs. McCormack went into the living room to join Willow and Tara, she heard the slayer whisper softly. "I didn't mean to be so hard on ya, B. I just worry about ya, is all."

Mrs. McCormack observed the two women over the next few hours. It was clear that they were intimately connected. And that Faith was worried about Buffy's welfare. But the pretty blonde didn't seem to realize the depth of the brunette beauty's concern. 'Well,' Rose McCormack thought to herself. 'I can certainly do something about that.'

The next night was also busy. The slayers encountered five vampires, newly arrived in Sunnydale. Buffy and Faith moved to attack the small group from opposite flanks as the vampires split up. Three approached Buffy, two made for Faith.

"Let's get 'em, girlfriend!" Faith shouted as she rushed toward her two opponents. She drew back her fist and released a punch powerful enough to knock out the first vamp she encountered. But he reacted to the blow with a mere turn of his head. 'What the…?' Faith thought.

"What's the matter, slayer?" The grinning vampire asked. "Not been working out?" He followed the quip with a hard right cross that sent Faith flying. She tumbled over one marker and landed hard against a column of a mausoleum. She could feel the blood from a cut above her eyebrow run down the side of her face. "Damn you…" She muttered as she got up to go after him again. But as she stood, she felt the world tilt and she knew something was terribly wrong.

"Faith!" Buffy shouted as she saw her fellow slayer get sucker punched across the cemetery. She dusted the remaining vamps so fast that they never knew what hit them. As she reached Faith, she ripped the head off the vampire who had floored her partner. She reached the injured brunette just as she sunk to her knees.

"Don't know…" Faith answered as Buffy half walked, half carried her back to the house.

The next morning when Faith came downstairs, the evidence of the injuries she'd sustained the night before was even more apparent. Not only had her slayer strength deserted her, but seemingly her slayer healing as well.

"Grandma Rose called this morning." She tried not to wince at the obvious pain Faith was experiencing. "She asked about you…"

"Nice lady, your grandmother." Faith commented as she put her aching head in her hands.

"It's a spell." Tara sat down next to Faith to try and explain. "My grandmother unintentionally transferred your powers…"

"She didn't mean to hurt anyone." Willow interjected. "She sensed you were worried about someone's safety. She meant to relay the power of your concern. But instead, the next time that person was in danger, your concern as well as your slayer powers were actually sent to the one you most wanted to protect."

"It doesn't work like that, Faith." Willow clarified. "It has to be broken or reversed in a way specific to the spell."

Faith just stared at the two witches. She knew that this fiasco wasn't their fault. And she could hardly get angry at the well meaning old woman. Letting out a small sigh, she asked. "So, who has my powers?"

"You already have powers, B." Faith snapped. "How would you know if you have mine?"

"C'mon. I'll show you." She answered as she went out the front door, followed by her friends. As her housemates watched, Buffy strode over to their car and put her hand under the back bumper. She lifted slightly and nothing happened. "That's me before last night." She stated. "This is me now." She once again gave a slight pull and this time the back of the car came up off the ground as she easily lifted it to shoulder height.

Buffy put the car down and followed Faith and the witches into the house. Faith was sitting dejectedly on the couch. Tara sat down next to her. "I'm sorry, Faith. But there is an easy way to break the spell." Tara tried to sound positive. Faith looked up at her hopefully. "You just have to be intimate with the person who has your powers." Tara almost visibly recoiled as she anticipated Faith's response.

"It would just be…" Tara started to rationalize. But Faith cut her off immediately.

"No!" She exclaimed, "No, no, and no! There ain't no way I'm doin' B!" She didn't look at Buffy, directing her anger exclusively at Willow and Tara. "What the hell kind of cure is that?!"

Again Tara tried to make everything sound somewhat reasonable. "Grandma Rose misunderstood your relationship with Buffy." She said, trying to get Faith to calm down. "She must have picked up on your slayer connection. She thought you were together." Tara glanced over at Buffy for some support, but the blonde slayer remained silent. "With that thought in mind, it didn't seem like much of a stretch to make intimacy the means to reverse the spell. She probably thought you'd enjoy yourselves."

"I'm in hell…" Confirmed the powerless slayer as she started out of the room. "There's a hell and I'm in it." Walking past Buffy without looking at her, Faith climbed the stairs to her room.

As Tara went after Faith, Willow looked at Buffy and said sarcastically. "Gee, that went well."

The witch caught up with the agitated slayer in her room. Faith was just standing still as if she'd run out of energy to move any further.

"I know it's a pleasantly weird way to deal with an odd problem." Tara approached Faith slowly. "But I know you have some feelings for Buffy." She hesitated for a moment before adding. "And I know you're attracted to her."

"Oh come on, Faith. Willow may have more power, but I'm intuition girl, remember?" Trying to get a smile from Faith, she added. "I probably got it from my grandmother."

A small smile did grace the brunette's sensuous lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She turned her back on Tara and walked over to the window.

Faith crossed her arms over her chest defensively and silently stared outside for a few minutes. Tara waited patiently. When the ex-slayer finally spoke, her voice was quiet and strained.

"If I don't know her…. if I don't know what it's like to be with her." Faith struggled to explain. "I can live with that."

"But if I have her…. and then I can't…have her…" A tiny sigh of defeat escaped her. "That…I can't live with…"

"Oh…" Tara murmured. Then a stronger "Oh" escaped her as she realized what Faith meant. The revelation came as a complete surprise to Tara. This was the last thing she expected to hear from the original "get some and get gone" girl." How had she missed the intensity of Faith's feelings? Some intuition she had. If Faith was actually in love with Buffy, then a simple solution was suddenly not so simple after all.

A little while later, Faith was lying on her bed. She had calmed down, resigning herself to spending the rest of her life as a normal human. A small knock on her door startled her out of her reverie. Buffy was standing in her doorway. Now that she knew Buffy was there, she could feel a small tingling in her body. But nothing like the sensations she normally got whenever Buffy was near. She suddenly realized that out of all her special capabilities, being able to feel Buffy's closeness was the one she'd miss the most.

"Sure." Faith was sullen, but no longer angry. She didn't blame Buffy for the situation. As the slayer sat down, Faith noticed Buffy studying her face.

Buffy brought her hand up and gently pushed a strand of hair away from the cut above Faith's eyebrow. "I hate seeing you hurt." She answered. "I'm not used to it."

"Well, maybe you better start getting used to it.' Faith's tone was sharper than she intended. "Looks like it's gonna be happening a lot from now on."

"I just know I need you." Buffy tried to keep her tone encouraging. "I don't want to be a Super Slayer, Faith. I need my fighting partner." She smiled at the disgruntled slayer. "And well, hey, as "fixes" go, it's not so bad."

When Faith didn't answer, Buffy added. "Unless you think I'm not attractive enough…"

Faith gave Buffy her best "Yeah right, like there's anyone with or without a pulse that doesn't find you fuckin' hot" look, intending to make Buffy laugh. She did.

Buffy glanced down and blushed just a shade before meeting Faith's eyes. "I wouldn't mind."

Faith's unreadable expression belied the turmoil she was feeling. Just one night of pleasure. One night that would almost surely mean nothing to Buffy, but that would be forever burned into her memory. Faith may have thought for a micro second that there was actually a decision for her to make. Yet she knew that there would never even be a choice between doing whatever Buffy needed and protecting herself from pain. She had always put Buffy first and she always would. No matter what the cost.

After a short patrol, Buffy showered and went into her room. She lightly brushed her fingers over a smooth black stone on a table near her door. Buffy smiled as the stone emitted a soft red glow. It was one of the stones that Willow and Tara had conjured to release a soundproof spell when activated. They had first created one so that their exclamations of sexual ecstasy would not disturb the other members of the household. Then they had conjured one each for Buffy and Faith. Not that Buffy had ever had the occasion to use it. She'd never brought a woman home. While she had tried a few casual sexual encounters, Buffy found that she couldn't really let go with strangers. And when she wasn't emotionally involved, it all felt so…pointless. The witches knew that, but she found it amusing that they insisted everyone have a sound stone anyway. They'd instructed the slayers that when the stone had a red glow, it would contain "hot action" sounds within the room. The stone would remain black when it was inactive. Or as Faith had put it, "when you're not gettin' any". Buffy's mind drifted back to her slaying partner as she sat down on her bed to wait. Faith had never been celibate for any length of time. But now that Buffy thought about it, Faith hadn't brought women back here either. She indulged in her sexual escapades away from home.

Buffy's thoughts were interrupted as a light knock at her door drew her attention. In the soft lighting of her bedroom, she watched Faith come in and close the door. As Buffy stood up, Faith met her halfway. The bruised ex-slayer said nothing and made no move to continue.

"Do you want to kiss or something first?" Buffy asked quietly. Faith shook her head. "No. Let's just do this."

Faith pointed to the side closest to them and Buffy walked around to the opposite side. "Clothes off?"

"No!" Faith answered a little too emphatically. When she saw Buffy's skeptical expression, she added. "Just pants…under the sheets."

Buffy sat down on her side of the bed and removed her shorts. Faith took her sweats off and slid under the covers. Buffy joined her, turning on her side and facing her supine partner. "You wanna go first, or do you want me to?"

Reaching under the sheets, Buffy slid her hand over Faith's hip and into her dense curls. Separating the folds, she was shocked at how wet Faith already was. "God, Faith. Are you always like this?" She asked as her fingertips started stimulating her reluctant lover's clit.

The former slayer didn't answer. Her eyes were closed and her face was a mask of concentration. The only indication of what she was feeling was in the ragged breaths she was taking.

Wanting to explore further, Buffy slipped her fingers lower. "Give me some room, Faith." She instructed gently.

The powerless slayer parted her legs for her partner. Buffy dipped her fingers in and gathered even more of the wetness that was in abundance. Faith was still struggling to breathe as Buffy invaded her inner depths. The brunette was strong and soft inside all at the same time. Buffy penetrated her slowly over and over. Then she brought her fingers back out to stroke Faith's clit in earnest. She could hear the former slayer's heart pounding. As she moved her fingers faster over Faith's clit, she implored her. "C'mon, baby, just let go…"

With that single subtle phrase, Faith grunted and her tension soared. Her hips pushed up and Buffy's fingers dropped down and filled her deeply, finding that elusive G-spot to stroke the climaxing ex-slayer to her peak.

As Faith's body slowed, Buffy looked up into her face. Faith's eyes were still closed and she seemed to be having trouble composing herself.

Faith nodded, but said nothing. Buffy left her hand cupping Faith's mons until she thought Faith had calmed completely. Buffy was about to ask again if she was alright, but Faith rose up suddenly and pushed Buffy onto her back. The move surprised Buffy as much as Faith's intense expression. There was a fire in her eyes that Buffy had never seen before. Not even in any of the battles that they had ever fought together. It burned into her until her body too felt as hot as Faith's glare.

As Faith looked down at Buffy's covered body, she suddenly threw the sheet off her. Without ceremony or permission, she thrust her hand between Buffy's slightly parted legs and dove into her already soaked tunnel. Buffy gasped and Faith groaned. Hanging her head for a moment, Faith's fingers were very still, surrounded by Buffy's warmth and slick readiness.

Buffy didn't say anything, nor did she move. If Faith needed to do this her way, she would let her. The slender slayer waited patiently even though her body was already starting to demand some kind of action toward satisfying her growing excitement.

Faith could not have rationally explained why she was being so dominant. But now that she had gone this far, she couldn't stop herself from taking what Buffy was offering and what she so desperately wanted. She curled across Buffy's waist turning her back toward her fellow slayer. Then using her left leg over Buffy's and her right hand she pulled Buffy's legs widely apart. Faith stared down at the sight of her left hand buried deep inside Buffy. It was mesmerizing. But finally a tiny thrust of Buffy's hips broke her trance. She started to move her fingers slowly. Penetrating deeply and pulling almost completely out before burrowing back in again.

Buffy tried to remain quiet, though she could no longer stay completely still. Faith was making her feel so good and she didn't want to break whatever sexual enchantment Faith was under. But when Faith used her right hand to separate Buffy's hair, the blonde knew that in addition to the delicious feeling of Faith's continuous invasion, she was also going to feel Faith caress her hungry clit. The thought sent Buffy's mind spinning.

That small exclamation was all Faith needed to hear. She watched her skillful fingers stimulate Buffy's exposed clit. Small circles brushing faster and faster over the powerful bundle of nerves as her other hand pushed deeply in and out of Buffy's inner walls. The sensations were overwhelming for both women. When Buffy looked down her body and imagined what Faith was looking at, her passion escalated sharply.

"Oh god, Faith!…Oh…baby…please…." Buffy clutched at Faith's back as she climaxed. Faith didn't stop as Buffy rode out wave after wave of exquisitely pleasurable torture; repeatedly exclaiming her elation. After the first passionate exchange, Faith could feel her slayer's power infuse her entire being again. She could have stopped the intimacies at that point. But from the moment she'd first felt Buffy's touch, getting her powers back was no longer her first priority. Knowing she'd never have this chance to ravish the Chosen One again, she pushed on, trying to give Buffy as much pleasure as she could before she had to stop.

After several more orgasms and nearing the point where Buffy couldn't take any more, Faith seemed to sense that Buffy was spent. She stilled her hands, letting her fingers rest inside the sated blonde for a few moments. Then she gently pulled out and brought the sheets up to cover them both again. She moved up Buffy's body resting her head on Buffy's chest. She was careful to keep her fingers, which were covered in Buffy's sweet excitement, clear of the woman now resting under her. Faith made no effort to wipe her hands dry. She wanted Buffy's scent to linger on them for as long as possible.

Buffy was exhausted. When Faith moved up and laid her head down on her chest, Buffy just naturally enfolded the sexy slayer in her arms.

"Did it work?" Buffy asked, as she started to drift into sleep. She could feel Faith nod against her chest. Buffy hugged her closer. "That's my girl…"

The early morning light woke Faith. Her face was pillowed on a bed of soft blonde hair. She breathed in the intoxicating scent of the shampoo that Buffy used.

Faith opened her eyes trying to take stock of where she was. The previous night's activities came rushing back into her conscious memory. She realized that she was spooned up against Buffy's back. Her left leg was inserted securely between Buffy's legs and her right outstretched arm was cradling Buffy's neck. Her left hand was between Buffy's breasts, held firmly in place by both of the sleeping slayer's hands.

Closing her eyes again, Faith could feel the smoothness of Buffy's firm ass cuddled into her lap. And she couldn't help but notice the gentle curves of soft breasts that were surrounding her hand. A small moan escaped her. Everywhere she was in contact with Buffy was tingling and shooting sweet messages of arousal through her. She had to move before she did something they would both regret.

Faith tried to gently disentangle herself from Buffy's grasp. But the smaller slayer whimpered softly whenever Faith tried to pull away. She sighed to herself. She didn't want Buffy to wake up and find how they'd been sleeping all night. It was more than Faith could handle. Already the pleasure of their night together was overwhelming her thought process. If she could only distance herself from the beauty in her arms, she might be able to gain some control over her rampant feelings.

It took almost twenty minutes for Faith to painstakingly extricate herself from Buffy's hold. She carefully got off the bed and put her sweats on. Looking back at Buffy's peaceful form, the gorgeous, responsive body that she would never enjoy again, she could feel the pain start. "Fuck." She muttered to herself. She knew you couldn't 'get some' from friends and 'get gone.' Someone always got hurt. And you definitely couldn't play out that scenario with a woman you were in love with but who wasn't in love with you. Things had changed, even if Buffy didn't know it yet.

When Buffy awoke, she stretched and opened her eyes to a bright and beautiful morning. She marveled at how good she felt. When she remembered the night's activities, she grinned. 'God, that girl really is as good as her hype.'

Buffy threw her shorts back on and went downstairs, eager to see if Faith had fully recovered her powers. She found Willow and Tara fixing breakfast.

"No." Tara answered. "She was already gone when we got up." She handed Buffy a cup of coffee as the slayer sat down. "How'd it go last night?"

Buffy tried not to grin, but she couldn't help it. "Fine." She answered as she looked at the two expectant faces. "I think I remember Faith saying it worked."

"Yes." Buffy stopped her before she could complete what would obviously be a very personal, if not downright indecent, statement about Faith's reputed sexual prowess. "Yes, she most definitely does."

Faith did not return to the house all day. Buffy was slightly concerned, but not actually worried. As she left for patrol, she told Willow where she'd be heading in case the recovered slayer was looking for her.

But finding Buffy was the last thing Faith wanted to do. She knew that she couldn't avoid her slaying partner for long. But she needed time to get her game face on. The one that would not allow Buffy to see how much their night together had meant to her. It was just a solution to a problem for Buffy; merely a means to an end. Faith thought how ironic it was that most of her sexual history had been spent practicing that exact philosophy. Now that same philosophy was going to eventually break her heart.

When Buffy had no luck finding Faith, she returned home. She mentioned to Willow that she had not been able to locate the missing slayer.

Buffy frowned at the information. It seemed too early for the slayer to have gone to bed already. "Did she seem ok?"

"Oh…good." Buffy contemplated Faith's return to normal. "Did she say anything…"

The next morning, Buffy purposely got up earlier than she normally did. She didn't want to miss seeing Faith again. The witches and Faith were in the kitchen when she came downstairs. "Morning." She said softly.

Willow and Tara acknowledged her and Faith gave her a "Hey B." The bruises and cuts Faith had sustained a few nights back were now completely gone. Evidence that her powers had indeed been restored.

Buffy moved close to where Faith was pouring herself coffee. "How are you feeling?"

"Five by five." Faith answered as she picked up her cup and moved away. "Sorry about blowin' off patrol last night." She added. "I just needed to clear my head."

"S'ok." Buffy observed her partner curiously. "No problem. It was kinda quiet anyway." Something was different about Faith. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was definitely something different. She would figure it out eventually.

Ten days passed since the night they'd broken the spell and Buffy was now certain that something was just not right between her and Faith. To everyone else, the rogue slayer seemed to be back to normal. She was her usual cocky self and her fighting skills were once again formidable. But there was still something missing between them.

"Willow." Buffy interrupted the witch one afternoon as she worked at her computer. "Have you noticed anything different about Faith lately?"

Buffy had given it a lot of thought. "We're not close anymore." It was the best way she had to describe the chasm that she felt between them. "She acts normal to everyone else. But she keeps me at a distance."

"What?" Buffy was agitated that she wasn't getting Willow's meaning. "What's my answer?"

"Buffy," Willow tried to steer Buffy's thought process in the right direction without giving away the suspicions she already had about Faith's behavior. "What did that night actually mean to you?"

Buffy again paused to reflect. "It was awesome…she was awesome…" The memory of Faith's intensity briefly stalled her brain. "I had a really great time."

Willow sighed and closed her laptop. 'Honestly,' she thought, 'for a woman who saves the world on a daily basis, she sometimes so misses the boat…' Willow put her hand over Buffy's. "Have a clue, Buffy. You're talkin' to the wrong person."

That night, after slaying and a shower, Buffy went to Faith's room to talk to her. But Faith wasn't there. And Buffy found herself feeling a little miffed. It wasn't as if Faith hadn't gone out without her before. But her fellow slayer hadn't asked Buffy to go out with her for days. She didn't let her mind travel to where Faith might be right now or to what post slaying activity she was possibly engaged in.

Feeling restless and irritable, Buffy tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't get Faith out of her head. The memory of Faith touching her started to infiltrate her mind, making her fidgety and horny. She let her hand slip down under her shorts, thinking if she just got a little release from the tension she was feeling, she'd be able to sleep. As she started to stroke her clit, she thought of how Faith's fingers had felt brushing over the very same spot she was touching now. She could almost feel Faith's fingers penetrating her over and over as she masturbated. It took only moments for Buffy to approach orgasm. When she remembered the way Faith had been transfixed by the activities going on between her legs, Buffy tumbled into several climaxes. 'Damn,' she thought as her body finally calmed and she relaxed toward sleep. 'that girl can drive me crazy without even being here….'

The next morning, Buffy caught Faith in the basement working out. Buffy's body was more relaxed, but her mind was not. She wanted to get to the bottom of the rift that she felt had developed between them.

"Yes there is." Buffy insisted. "You've been distant ever since we broke that spell. And I don't understand why." Then a thought occurred to her. "I know it was an odd way of reversing a spell. But it didn't bother me." She searched Faith's eyes. "Did it bother you?"

"I'm fine with it, B." Faith refused to show Buffy what she was feeling. "Wicked way to break a spell, but it was still just a good fuck."

Buffy winced at the vulgarity Faith used in regards to what they had done. Once or twice, she'd heard Faith refer to her post slaying interactions as "just a good fuck." But somehow she'd never imagined that she'd be put into that category.

"Don't worry, B." Faith reassured her as she walked past her toward the stairs. "There's no white elephant."

Two days later Rose McCormack heard a knock on her front door. She set aside the tea she'd been brewing and went to the door. When she opened it, she found Faith standing on her porch. "Faith." She said. "What are you doing here?"

Buffy leaned back against the headstone of the new grave and waited. Faith had taken off somewhere for a few days without telling anyone where she was going. She hated slaying alone. It wasn't that she couldn't do it. She just felt incomplete now without Faith on patrol with her. Faith. She had been on Buffy's mind constantly since the night they'd reversed that damn spell. Everything was all awkward now. Buffy scuffed her toe against the new sod covering the grave in annoyance. 'I wish that night had never happened.' Instantly Buffy knew that wasn't true. She had enjoyed being with Faith. And even though the rogue slayer had been restrained the whole time Buffy was touching her, she had really let loose when it was Buffy's turn. 'Geeze, I wonder how many times I came that night…' Suddenly it occurred to Buffy that after her first orgasm, Faith could have stopped pleasuring her. But she hadn't. The spell had been reversed, Buffy was now certain of that. Because as her powers returned to Faith, her hands had become more sure, her touch more knowing. It was almost like she hadn't wanted to stop…. 'But if she enjoyed me…' Buffy wondered, 'why is she acting so weird now?'

Remembering the intensity in Faith's eyes that night, Buffy truly believed that Faith had wanted her. The idea pleased her. 'She so wanted me…' Buffy smirked. Then her own desires for the dark-haired beauty replayed in her mind. And she knew, in all honesty, that she had wanted Faith too. Just as bad. The hunger went both ways.

Suddenly an arm burst through the freshly turned soil. As the newbie vampire began to crawl out of his resting place, Buffy quickly staked him. Heading back to the house, she thought, 'Faith has to come back home and deal with me sometime.'

The next evening, when Faith returned from the trip she'd refused to tell any of them about, she was much more herself. Addressing Willow and Tara she said. "Hey witchmates, how are ya?" Turning to Buffy, she ruffled her hair slightly and smiled at her. "Hey, girlfriend, ya ready to go unleash some damage on the unsuspecting undead?"

As the two slayers went to their rooms to get their weapons, Tara turned to Willow and said. "Well, that's about as abrupt a mood change as I've ever seen. Makes me nervous."

But Buffy was elated. She didn't care what had caused Faith sudden turn around. She was just happy to have her partner back. She realized that she'd missed Faith's closeness, her attention and the camaraderie they shared. And she was overjoyed to be patrolling with the sexy slayer by her side again.

After the slayers left, Tara picked up Faith's motorcycle jacket and went to put it in the slayer's room. As she laid the jacket on the bed, a small blackened crystal fell out of the pocket. She picked it up and carefully turned it over in her hands. Suddenly it hit her as to what it was. She quickly took it downstairs to Willow.

When Willow saw the charcoal covered crystal, she knew immediately that it was like the crystal she'd used to erase Tara's and everyone else's memory years ago. "Where did you find this, Tara?" She asked anxiously.

"It was in a pocket of Faith's jacket." Tara answered. "Where would she have gotten something like this? And why? I mean I know she's been unhappy lately. But she must know how dangerous it is to alter memory." Tara was genuinely worried, wondering to what extreme Faith had gone to ease her pain. "Besides, she doesn't know a witch skillful enough to cast a spell like that for her, does she?"

Willow thought for a moment before looking directly into Tara's eyes. "Oh yes she does."

Tara hung up the phone and turned to Willow. "You were right. Faith went to see Grandma Rose last night."

"She didn't really cast a memory spell on Faith to make her forget her night with Buffy, did she?"

"No, thank the goddess. She knew it was too dangerous." Tara assured her. "But she didn't tell Faith that."

Tara knew Willow wasn't going to like this. But it was far better than a complete memory erasure. "She used the same spell that took Faith's powers away." Tara answered. "She transferred Faith's memory of that night to someone else. Someone who already has memories of that night."

Several days went by and Faith seemed completely back to her former self, though Buffy seemed increasingly pensive. One evening, Tara and Willow asked Buffy and Faith if they wanted to go to the Bronze after their patrol.

"You know me, Wil." Faith answered. I'm always up for slayin', dancin', and whatever else goes bump in the night." She gave Willow a suggestive leer for which the witch promptly slapped her lightly on the shoulder, admonishing her. "Behave."

Buffy watched the exchange between the two friends. Maybe it would be good to go out and cut loose a little. The idea of dancing with her slaying partner was very appealing.

The Bronze was in full swing by the time Faith and Buffy arrived. They found Tara and Willow at a corner table. Faith went to get drinks while Buffy joined them.

"Fine." Buffy answered. "But Faith got all three kills. She's really fired up tonight."

All three women looked over at the bar where Faith had gone to get drinks for them. She seemed to be trying to settle a dispute between a man and two women who were each trying to pay her tab. One of the women finally won out. A very pretty brunette with dimples almost as deep as Faith's and a killer body to match.

Faith made her way over to the table and set the drinks down. "There ya go, my friends." She said before downing two shots of Jack Daniels that were obviously meant for her. "Gotta go pay for 'em now…" She gave them all a grin and went out onto the dance floor to join the brunette who had bought the drinks.

Buffy just stared at the two women dancing to the hot and steamy music. Having watched her dance dozens of times, Buffy knew all of Faith's moves so well. She'd danced with her, she'd sparred with her, she'd made love with her…'Whoa…' Buffy's inner monologue came to a grinding halt. 'Where did that come from?'

"You wanna dance?" Willow asked, breaking Buffy out of her Faith-induced trance. Buffy shook her head, barely acknowledging her friend. As the witches got up to dance, Buffy decided that she too could pick up anyone here and make a spectacle of herself like Faith was doing. The song had changed to a slow, sensual number and Buffy was particularly annoyed as the brunettes' bodies came together. 'Damn her…'

Buffy looked around and picked out the other woman who'd been vying to buy Faith's drinks. Another very pretty brunette with slightly less cleavage showing. 'Probably why she lost out.' Buffy grumbled to herself. Asking the woman to dance, she pulled her out to where Faith was practically grinding her pelvis on her partner's thigh. Though Buffy was certain that Faith could feel her nearby, she didn't even look Buffy's way. 'Too engrossed in getting off on the dance floor.' Buffy was fuming by the time the dance was over.

As another fast song started up, Buffy returned to their table where Tara and Willow joined her. When Buffy looked back at the dance floor, Faith was gone. Quickly scanning the crowd, Buffy barely caught a glimpse of her as she put on her jacket and went out the front door. Her pretty dance partner was following close behind Faith, clinging to her arm.

Tara and Willow looked over at Buffy, her exclamation catching them by surprise. "Are you all right, Buffy?" Willow asked with concern.

Back in her room, Buffy sat on her bed, leaning against her headboard with her arms wrapped around her knees. 'What's wrong with me?' She asked herself for the umpteenth time. She had always known that Faith went out with other women. Especially after they'd been slaying. Buffy would hear her take a shower, get dressed, and leave the house. But it hadn't bothered her then like it bothered her now. 'How could she…after that night……'

'That night….' That night had changed everything. First it had changed how Faith acted around her. Then it had changed the way she saw Faith. And finally it had changed what she wanted from Faith. 'She should be here with me…' Buffy slipped under the covers and eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

Near dawn, Buffy awoke to a slight noise. It was Faith's footsteps in the hallway. One set of footsteps going into Faith's room. 'At least she didn't bring that ho back home with her.' Buffy instantly chided herself for her spitefulness toward the woman Faith had picked up. 'Not her fault my girlfriend's such a babe magnet…' Buffy instantly sat up in her bed. "Girlfriend?"

After thirty minutes of unsuccessfully trying to go back to sleep, Buffy got up and went quietly to Faith's door. She paused outside to listen, then opened it when she could hear Faith's steady, sleep-laden breathing. Walking over the Faith's bed, she stood there observing her fellow slayer.

Faith was sleeping in the nude as usual. She was lying mostly on her stomach with one arm flung up near her head and the other stretched out behind her. The sheet was draped across her hips. Buffy's eyes scanned down the smooth expanse of skin that covered Faith's back and side. Her dark hair was splayed over her shoulders. With her arm pulled up to her face, a soft curve of an ample breast was revealed. Though Faith's nipple was hidden from her view, Buffy so wanted to caress the velvety looking outer section of breast that she could see. It took everything ounce of control she had to step back from Faith's sleeping form and go back to her own room.

It was late the next morning when Faith came downstairs dressed in a tank top and tight jeans. She was carrying a towel and a tube of sunscreen. She stopped to grab a small bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor cabinet before she headed toward the front door.

Faith had stopped at the front door to put her items into the haversack she used when she rode her motorcycle. "How could I what?"

Faith turned around and stared at Buffy. "I've gone home with plenty of women, B. It never bothered you before. What's your problem?"

"You know." Buffy insisted. "The night we had sex together to break that spell."

"Whoa. Hang on a sec, B." Faith backed away slightly. "I don't know what you were drinkin' last night, but we've never had sex."

"But…we did……" Buffy's quiet voice reflected her growing confusion and her hurt.

"Trust me, if we'd ever had sex," Faith assured her, "I woulda remembered." Then stepping closer to Buffy, she used the back of her fingers to lightly stroke Buffy's cheek. Her voice became tantalizingly seductive. "But if ya ever wanna indulge in that particular fantasy, B…you just let me know." Then Faith flashed Buffy a heart wrenching smile, picked up her satchel and walked out the door.

Buffy stood staring at the closed door for several minutes, her mind in a swirling mass of contradictions. Then she suddenly turned around and shouted. "Willow!"

Willow and Tara sat on the couch across from a stunned Buffy. The slayer had been so agitated that they'd felt compelled to explain what Faith had done. At least so that Buffy wouldn't think she was losing her mind.

Willow sighed. "Because she was hurting, Buffy. You have her memories of that night. Surely it must be obvious to you now how she feels about you."

Buffy looked back at Tara. The softhearted witch attempted to get Buffy to understand what she couldn't or wouldn't grasp. "You know that Faith didn't want to go through with the spell reversal." Buffy nodded. "She was ready to give up being a slayer. Because she knew that the aftermath of being with you, when you didn't share the feelings she had for you, would be…difficult."

"You may not have noticed, Buffy, but she would do anything for you." Tara replied bluntly. "Anything you've ever needed, anything you've wanted her to do…she's been doing for a very long time."

Faith could only stare at the three women sitting across from her on the couch. She couldn't believe what they'd just told her. 'How could I…how could B…how could…'

When Faith returned late that afternoon, she'd found her friends waiting for her. She had sat down to listen to what she'd assumed would be info on a new big bad or something. But what they had just explained completely surprised her. Faith did remember the transfer of her powers to Buffy. And she remembered that she'd gotten them back. The part in the middle was pretty fuzzy. She also remembered going to see Tara's grandmother, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

Buffy watched Faith process what Tara and Willow had told her. She had contributed nothing to the discussion so far. Her eyes were drawn to the sun kissed skin on Faith's arms and chest. There hadn't been any tan lines on Faith's shoulders or back early this morning. She wondered if the new dusting of light tan that she'd acquired that afternoon completely covered her breasts, her back, her hips…. Buffy shook herself back to the conversation.

"…the same spell." Tara was explaining to Faith. "One night of intimacy and the spell will be reversed."

Faith glanced at Buffy who was just staring at her. She trusted her friends. And B had been acting kind of strange lately. So if they said this was what had happened, then Faith believed it had happened. But she had conflicting feelings about what she'd done. She was a meet-everything-head-on kind of girl. She hadn't taken the easy way out of trouble since she was a teen. And yet when they'd broken the spell the first time, she had gone to great lengths to avoid the consequences. All she could think was that the fallout must have been pretty damn bad.

Buffy sat stunned as Faith got up and walked out of the room. It took several moments for her to recover enough to jump up and follow Faith up the stairs. Of all the questions whirling around in her jumbled mind, there was only one that she had to know the answer to. She caught up with Faith in the hallway, grabbed her arm and made the dark slayer turn and face her.

Though the question caught Faith off guard, she knew the inquiry referred to the revelation that she was in love with Buffy. Faith felt exposed, vulnerable and then angry.

"Why couldn't you see it?" Faith shot back. She shook her arm free and turned away from Buffy.

"Faith," The desperation in Buffy's voice stopped Faith. But she didn't turn back around. "Please. I can't distinguish between your memories and mine. I can't separate my feelings from what you felt that night." She paused, hoping that Faith might respond. When she didn't, Buffy's voice became practically a whisper. "You haven't abandoned me in a crisis for years. Please don't leave me alone in this…Please…"

That evening, Faith left to patrol alone. Buffy had stayed in her room curled up on her bed. The memories she'd inherited from Faith were overwhelming her own. The grief and regret took center stage in her mind, numbing her to everything else. When she heard Faith's motorcycle start up, she went to the window and watched the slayer leave.

Downstairs, Willow and Tara were putting away their dinner dishes. "Willow, you don't think that Faith will really leave Buffy like that, do you?" Willow reached over and gave her worried lover a reassuring kiss. "No, baby, I don't."

Buffy was still standing at the window with her arms wrapped around herself when Faith returned. She was so weighted down by emotional chaos that she felt like she was suffocating. Walking past Buffy's door, Faith could hear her ragged breathing, their slayer connection clearly relaying Buffy's struggle. Faith realized that having Buffy hurt like this could not have been her intention. She sighed in resignation. No matter what spells were cast, what transferences occurred, no matter who felt or remembered what, Faith was certain of one thing. She loved Buffy more than life itself. And if there was anything in this world she could do to keep her safe and happy, she would do it.

Quietly entering Buffy's room, Faith brushed her fingers over the sound stone, catching its red glow before crossing over to the window. Buffy gave no indication that she'd heard Faith come in. But she gave a grateful gasp as she felt Faith's strong arms slip over her own and hold her tight. "Shhh, baby." Faith murmured in Buffy's ear. "It's gonna be ok. I'm here now." She gently nuzzled Buffy's ear. "I'm gonna make it all go away…"

Buffy melted against her as Faith moved her left hand down and slipped it up underneath Buffy's shirt. She began to make soothing circular motions over her stomach. She alternately kissed Buffy's neck and whispered expressions of encouragement. Words about being safe, about never leaving her alone again, words about taking all the sadness away. Words that were sweeter at that moment than any more erotic expressions of love could ever be.

'Oh god…her hands…' Buffy had ached to feel Faith's touch again. Or was it Faith's memory longing to feel Buffy's hands again? It didn't matter to Buffy anymore, as long as she was in Faith's arms. Buffy leaned her head back as Faith nuzzled her ear with her lips before kissing a path down her neck again. The Chosen One was completely lost in her dark counterpart. Whatever Faith wanted, she would do.

The rogue slayer released Buffy, took her hand and led her to her bed. Faith sat the compliant slayer down and knelt in front of her. Buffy gazed into her partner's face as Faith's fingers reached up and slowly unbuttoned Buffy's shirt. She opened it and gazed at the low cut, pastel bra underneath. Faith ran her fingertips over the skin just above the lacy fabric. Her eyes trailed the path of her fingers as if she'd never seen skin so smooth before. Buffy continued to watch Faith as she deftly unclasped the single front hook that kept Buffy's breasts captive. When it was undone, Faith pushed that material aside and filled her hands with Buffy's softness.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Faith relished feeling the perfectly formed flesh in her hands. The nipples were relaxed as she fondled gently. When she opened her eyes, Buffy was still watching her. Then Faith did something she'd been dying to do for years. She closed the gap between them and kissed Buffy. 'Damn…so sweet.' Buffy's lips responded immediately. Faith repeatedly kissed them, not trying to dominate or enter. "Lay back, baby." Faith coaxed after savoring Buffy's lips and feeling Buffy's nipples harden under her palms. When Buffy lay back across the bed, Faith unbuttoned her jeans and lifted Buffy's hips. She divested the golden slayer of both her jeans and panties. She brought her hands up Buffy's smooth legs, parted them and gently stroked the inside of her thighs. Faith's tenderness was something Buffy had never imagined. But that was how the blonde slayer would have described her as Faith fit herself between Buffy's spread legs. Faith leaned down and placed numerous kisses on Buffy's sensitive mons. She nuzzled through the soft hair until she could feel the beginning of wetness against her lips. Using the flat surface of her tongue, she began to lick Buffy's clit with subtle strokes. Buffy emitted small whimpers as Faith slowly and carefully aroused her.

As Buffy responded to Faith's attentions, she felt so many emotions. Not all of them her own. She wanted to be loved and she wanted to be fucked all at the same time. She was hurting and yet she was elated. Too much and not enough. She didn't know where she stopped and Faith began.

But soon the only thing Buffy could really concentrate on was the incredible sensation that started between her legs and was sweeping up her torso. She could feel Faith's fingers inside her now, deep and possessive. She could feel Faith's tongue stroking her faster and more deliberately….

Faith put every ounce of skill and passion she had into making Buffy climax. Being with her like this was what Faith had fantasized about before and even after the spell. Despite the many beds Faith had been in, loving this woman, pleasuring this woman, was really all she'd ever wanted to do.

Buffy could feel the excitement inside her surge as she reached orgasm. 'oh god…' she thought, 'so…much…so…good….' She didn't realize when she started crying Faith's name out loud. She wasn't even aware that her legs had wrapped themselves tightly around Faith's back as she tried to get closer to the flame burning its way up her body. And she was equally unprepared when it finally abated and then happened all over again.

Faith was still lightly kissing Buffy's clit, slowly bringing her back down to earth, when she felt Buffy's hands in her hair. Looking up she saw a very sated slayer gazing back at her. "Take your clothes off." She requested quietly. "I want to see you…."

The dark slayer stood up, pulled her tank top up over her head and stripped off her bra. Buffy's appreciative stare pleased Faith. Her breasts had always been one of her best assets. And Buffy seemed as mesmerized by them as anyone else. She kicked off her boots and pushed her leathers down her legs. She stepped out of them, taking her socks off in the same sweep. She stood there naked, letting Buffy check her out. She knew she was a looker. Hazel eyes raked over her as if Buffy was trying to memorize every beautiful part. Finally Buffy opened her arms and whispered. "C'mere…"

As Faith climbed into Buffy's embrace, the touch of their skin was electric. She knew her body was so ready for Buffy's return touch. She pushed herself up slightly from Buffy so she that she could look down into her face. "It won't take long, B." She said. "I'm almost there already."

The slayer didn't answer. She just pushed Faith up so that she was straddling Buffy's torso. She braced her hands on Faith's hips for a moment, before reaching up and slipping her fingers in between Faith's spread legs. Faith inhaled sharply as the insistent fingers penetrated deeply through her wetness. As she rocked her hips in rhythm with Buffy's thrusts, Faith could feel the heat begin. At this point, she thought Buffy could probably make her come without even touching her at all. But she certainly didn't want to discourage the driving invasion that Buffy was so completely involved in doing. Deep and intense, Faith could only follow the pace Buffy set. Suddenly, there it was. The inferno that would set Buffy free, but give her back the grief and disappointment she had tried to escape.

Faith closed her eyes as her climax started to take hold. "Open your eyes, Faith." The rogue slayer's lids snapped open and she stared down into the soul-searching eyes that seemed as obsessed as Buffy's fingers. "Don't run from me." She whispered urgently. "Stay here where I can see you…where I can find you…."

As the burst of arduous rapture overtook her, Faith felt an emotional shift inside her. The memories of that first night came roaring back to her. How she had tried to ignore the insatiable desire, the way she had ravished Buffy, how much she had loved being with her. And then the pain when it was all over and she realized that night was all she'd ever have. The pain stung at first. But then it collided with the absolute bliss of the two nights that would always belong to her. It was more than she could have ever hoped for. And somehow it would have to be enough.

As Buffy stared into Faith's face, she could feel the frustration and grief that had been torturing her for the last few weeks leave her. Only to see those same emotions take up residence in Faith's eyes. She was left with vivid memories of intense passion and pleasure, pure ecstasy. She remembered only Faith's fervor, her voracious determination, and her sexual skill. And those impressive recollections of being with Faith filled her with almost unbearable joy.

"C'mere.." She whispered again. Faith had finally stopped moving above her, but was still straddling Buffy's waist.

Faith hung her head slightly as Buffy's fingers slipped out from her depths. The slayer rested back down across Buffy's hips. Buffy smoothed her hands up and down Faith's thighs. Faith could feel traces of her own wetness from Buffy's fingers as they moved up and down her leg.

Faith's head came up as Buffy's hands moved to fondle her breasts. She stoked the cooperative flesh. Faith's nipples responded immediately.

"B, you don't have to…" Faith felt like she should object, but Buffy interrupted her.

Faith sighed as she moved up above Buffy's shoulders. If this was all she'd ever have, then she would gladly take whatever Buffy wanted to give her.

Buffy let the rogue slayer get braced above her. Faith waited on her hands and knees for Buffy to put her where she wanted her. Buffy grasped Faith hips and brought her mons down to her lips. She inhaled the sweet scent and let the tip of her tongue part the soft hair. Feeling Buffy trace the folds around her clit, the helpless slayer groaned at the subtle touch. "God, B…"

Holding Faith's hips firmly, Buffy released her desire to taste and stimulate her slayer. She licked and sucked the sweet flesh while Faith squirmed and bucked above her. Faith was quickly losing control. She clenched the comforter in her fists as she tried not to grind her sex into Buffy's face. 'But damn….' Faith thought. 'There's only so much a girl could take…'

When Buffy thought Faith was close to climaxing, she slid her fingers back into Faith's well-lubricated tunnel. "God damn, B. Oh…fuck…" was all Faith would allow out in a strained whisper. But it was enough to spur Buffy on. She thrust her fingers in deeply and lavished Faith's clit with an equally intense tonguing.

Buffy continued the sweet torment, bringing Faith to orgasm several more times, until Faith finally pushed herself up and away from Buffy's mouth. "Enough, B." she implored. "Enough…"

Buffy slipped out of Faith's depths and let the exhausted slayer dismount. She rolled off Buffy and onto her side. She lay there trying to slow her heart rate and steady her breathing. Buffy wiped Faith's wetness from her mouth and chin. She turned toward Faith and watched her recover. She gently brushed Faith's hair away from her face, knowing it was just an excuse to keep in contact with her.

Faith nodded slightly. Buffy slipped off the shirt and bra that still clung to her shoulders. She pulled the covers back and let Faith crawl under the sheets. Then she got in with her and pulled the bedding up over them both. Faith lay on her back while Buffy snuggled up against her, closing her eyes. "So beautiful…" She murmured against Faith's chest as she drifted off to sleep.

Faith marveled at the sweet blonde in her arms. 'Fuck, if it's only one night, then it'll be my best night.' She decided right then to appreciate the fact that fate had somehow given her this amazing woman to love. She had been allowed two passionate nights with Buffy. And that was two more than anyone else she knew. Instead of lamenting what she couldn't have, she would celebrate what she had been allowed to experience. Perhaps it was not the way she had always envisioned the realization of her desires. But the spell had still made her dream come true.

Several days later, Buffy stood in the kitchen near the porch door watching Faith. The rogue slayer had picked up several boxes of stakes at the lumber yard and was picking out the best ones for their weapons.

"You just gonna stand there?" She cracked without even turning around. "Or are ya gonna help me with these?"

Buffy pushed through the door and joined Faith on the steps. She sat quietly for a few moments watching the slayer work before speaking. "Ya know, I've been thinking…" She began. "Those spell nights weren't a very normal beginning…ya know… romantically speaking,…"

Faith stopped handling the stakes and looked at her quizzically. "What are you talkin' about, B?"

"Those nights, being with you…" Buffy answered having decided to be completely honest about her feelings. "I liked it." Faith was obviously taken aback. "And I thought…maybe…we might do it again sometime…soon." She briefly glanced down away from Faith's shocked expression. "I mean without the whole clinical purpose of breaking a spell thingy."

Buffy smirked at the dark beauty's crude translation. "Eloquent as always, Faith." She admonished before her smile grew softer. "But yes, I want to be with you again."

"You wanna do it again…" Faith reiterated, making very sure she wasn't misunderstanding.

A simple question to which Buffy now knew there was an equally simple answer. "Because I love you."

"Oh…I get it." Faith's smile was a mixture of comprehension, affection and regret. "Still have some of my memories, huh?" She gently nudged Buffy's knee with her shoulder. "Sorry, about that."

Buffy frowned for a moment, and then shook her head slightly. "No." She said, looking down at Faith. "It's mine." She was still somewhat surprised at the revelation of her own feelings. "I love you." Looking into the deep brown eyes that had captivated her heart, she stated with more confidence. "I love you. And I don't want you fighting beside anyone else. I don't want you making love with anyone else. And I don't ever want you to look at anyone else the way you're looking at me right now."

Buffy ran her fingers though Faith's dark tresses. "Mmmm." She mused. "You'd better be."

Faith had to laugh at the suggestive comeback. And well, it wasn't like she'd been able to think about anything else since that night. "Ok, Slayer." She agreed. "Let's go do some damage."

They walked through the empty house and up to Faith's room. As Buffy followed Faith inside, she brushed her fingers over the sound stone near the door. Seeing the subtle motion, Faith took Buffy's hands. "Anticipating a noisy afternoon, B?"

"Well, I was hoping to get you to really let go this time." Buffy smiled, half-joking and half-remembering how restrained Faith had been both times they'd been together.

Letting go was exactly what Faith's body was already beginning to demand. She shortened the distance between them, grasping Buffy's head between her hands. Holding her in a comfortable, yet solid grip, Faith began to repeatedly kiss Buffy's lips.

Buffy hadn't expected the rapid fire kisses that Faith was giving her. They were gentle, soft, and sensuous, though never staying on her lips for more than a few seconds. She could barely breath, barely think. As delightful as it was to feel Faith's lips attack hers, she wanted to have all of the rogue slayer.

"Faith." She tried to be heard around the intoxicating barrage. "Faith." She said louder.

Faith stopped and stared into Buffy's eyes. She was breathing hard and was momentarily frozen by Buffy's interruption.

The blonde brought Faith's hands down to her waist. Then she wrapped her arms around Faith's neck and pulled their bodies together. "Tell me." She whispered as close to Faith's mouth as she could get without actually touching her. "Tell me what I missed seeing in your eyes when you'd look at me." Buffy's lips murmured directly against Faith's lips. "Tell me what I should've been able to feel whenever we were close." Buffy nibbled Faith's lower lip ever so softly. "Tell me."

Faith drew back slightly. She knew what Buffy wanted. Knew it was important to the Chosen One to hear the words Faith had never felt the desire to say before. Words that would change everything that followed.

"I love you, B." Faith admitted for the first time in her life. "I have since the moment I first felt you near me. I didn't know it then, but you took hold of my heart and you've never let it go." Faith opened herself up completely. If Buffy wanted her to let go, then she would let it all go. "I never wanted anyone as much as I want you." She stared intensely into Buffy's eyes. "And I never even knew I could fall for someone so completely, until I found you."

The sweet declaration was more than she expected Faith to reveal. Buffy leaned in and kissed the candid brunette hard. She locked her lips possessively onto Faith's. Her tongue asked for entrance, which Faith immediately granted. They let the momentum of their lust push them over to Faith's bed, shedding their clothes as they went.

Buffy took her time providing Faith with an abundance of sexually fulfilling memories. And Faith responded with loud, graphically explicit exclamations of just how much she enjoyed Buffy's attentions. Then Faith repeatedly proved her ability to drive Buffy's body over the edge of ecstasy and back. By the time they had exhausted each other, the sound stone was glowing a very bright red, working overtime to contain the intensity of their passion.

Lying contentedly in Faith's arms afterward, Buffy marveled at the final outcome of the spell Tara's grandmother had cast. In trying to relay Faith's concern for her, the spell had eventually exposed her own hidden feelings for her slaying partner. She tried to snuggle even closer to Faith's body and felt strong arms hold her tighter.

Two days later, Rose McCormack answered her door to a delivery woman holding a huge bouquet of roses. The elder witch smiled when she read the simple sentiment written on the card.

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The Spell

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