To Love Her The Way I Do
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Аннотация: хороший фик, жаль что не длинный. PWP. полностью от лица Баффи. в сюжете, в принципе, ничего сложного или нового не нашлось... PWP же... но рассказ это ничуть не портит. Фэйт, наверное, решает что это хорошая идея поцеловать Баффи с порога и быстро смотаться.
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To Love Her The Way I Do
Chapter One
Author's Notes: I needed something fresh to write and this is what happens after I drink Southern...oh, just keep in mind I haven't had this beta'd. This actually started out as an original fic and quickly turned into Fuffy just as they all do. Also, I haven't written like this in a long time, so I'm a little rusty with first person POV in present tense prose. Enjoy, would love to know your thoughts so far :)
I stare at the reflection of the moon in the water, letting my mind wander with every small rippling wave that rolls in against the old wooden dock I've been standing on for hours now since she left. How did I get here? How did I end up standing here feeling so helpless, so alone, so empty when I know she is waiting out there for me.
Somewhere. Wherever she is. Wherever her life led her to be, I know she's out there waiting for me.
And here I stand, selfish in my own right, trying to figure out the endless shit in my head to no avail. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes shut tightly and letting that warm summer wind blow past me, through me, all over me. It sends a chill through me, every inch of my body aching for hers to be right there next to me. Aching for her hand to reach out for mine, to create the warmth only she's ever created within me.
And the biggest blow to the heart--my heart--is? She doesn't even know the effect she has on me. She doesn't even know how I feel about her and sometimes I wonder if she ever will. Then again, it is Faith and anyone that knows her knows that she never shows an ounce of emotion in a way that would make her relatively human.
Cue me standing out here on the dock, feeling like a complete idiot for letting her just walk away the way she did. Childish name-calling, a few blows traded back and forth, physical on her part and emotional on mine, and she stomped out of my house like a bratty, spoiled five-year-old who wasn't getting her way. I know she knows, but does she really? All those years of tension, of confusion, of hate, of love, it all came down to this morning when she showed up at my door. She kissed me, out of nowhere it seemed, but I knew even then that it wasn't out of nowhere. This was desire deeply rooted beneath the surface of the emotionless Faith I thought I knew. This was about wanting, about taking, about having.
Want. Take. Have.
Always her motto, always the way she's lived her life, even after Sunnydale. Only now, if she didn't get what she wanted, she tried to take it and pouted me to death when she couldn't have it. It being me.
I gently run my fingers over the angry bruise on the left side of my jaw, unable to stop the smile that crept over my lips as the twinge of pain shot through me. Call it sadistic, but the pain I feel now is almost pleasurable in its own little way and only because she is the cause of it. It's only when I open my eyes do the tears begin to fall and I don't hold them back, not this time.
"Buffy?"
I turn to look at Dawn as she walks down the beaten path towards me. I thank whatever Gods, the Powers that Be, and whatever else is up there, that she wasn't here this morning when Faith had shown up. There was so much I would have had to explain and even then, I wouldn't know where to begin. I couldn't even explain what had happened between us this morning to myself. Although I do know what happened when I opened the door this morning and I do know that she had kissed me as if her life depended on it, there was so much more to it and that is why everything turned to shit in the instant that kiss ended.
I wipe away my tears before Dawn gets close enough and I put on my best `brave Buffy' face and let out a little smile as she walks along the dock towards me. I sit down before she reaches me, dipping my feet into the warm river water, letting out what feels like the millionth distressed sigh of the day. If Dawn notices anything off with me, she doesn't let it be known as she sits down next to me and hands me one of the two glasses of wine in her hands.
"Giles keeps calling," she says quietly, staring up at the sky as she sips her wine. "How long are you going to ignore his phone calls?"
"Until I feel like talking to him."
"You aren't going back there, are you?"
There is Cleveland where everyone else is, everyone but Faith, Dawn and myself. I shake my head no at that and Dawn just groans as she kicks at the water. My mind drifts back to Faith and I can't help it as that lingering warmth washes over my body at just the thought of how her lips felt against mine even though the kiss had been bruising with the force of which she'd pulled me into her. With my free hand I run it through my hair, trying to stop my hand from shaking and the tears from falling yet again.
When did everything become so complicated? Well, even more complicated than it has been? Oh right, that night she came here four months ago, drunk and stoned out of her mind. She was a blubbering mess, crying in my arms until her high wore off and she sobered up. Drunk, high Faith had no walls built up around her and it was the only time she'd ever let me in and the only time I'd ever held her without blows being traded back and forth. I remember even now how it felt, how she had felt wrapped around me on my bed even though she was shaking and almost cold to the touch that night. This is where my hopelessness began, where that alone feeling came from. And the emptiness? That came this morning and it hasn't left since.
But I know no matter where her life leads her that she is always waiting for me. I know because I saw it in her eyes when I opened the door this morning to find here standing there on the front porch. Even as tired and beaten as she looked, I still saw it. Today was only the third time in the last two years since the fall of Sunnydale that I've seen her and even though I know we'll never be friends, I've seen that longing in her eyes for something more between us, for something to be there that never really has before. I want to tell her that it is there, but I never got the chance to today. After the kiss, as abrupt as it was, ended, a realization came to her and she reacted in the only way she knows how. With her fists and her anger.
"Faith was here today," I say quietly to Dawn, not knowing why I'm bringing it up, just knowing it's all that's been on my mind and I feel like there's nothing left to do other than talk about it. Or at least try to.
"She was? Is that where the bruises came from?"
"Yeah."
"Figured," Dawn says with a forced laugh as she shakes her head and kicks at the water again. "What'd she want?"
"Long story."
"One that ended with her hitting you in the face and leaving again?"
"Yeah."
I lower my head slowly, staring down at the glass of wine in my hand I still have yet to sip. I debate for a few minutes whether or not to tell Dawn what really happened, and in the end, I decide not to. It's too complicated even if I have some of it worked out in my head. There's still denial, okay a lot of denial, but the one thing I cannot deny to myself is just how damn good it felt in those few seconds she'd kissed me and in those few seconds I'd kissed her back. That warmth I'd always craved had been there. It wrapped itself around me and sucked me in and I wanted more. I still do.
"Did you at least hit her back?"
"What are we, five?" I laugh as I raise the glass to my lips and take a tentative sip. "No, I never hit her back. I called her a worthless, selfless bitch and she left."
"Yeah, because that makes you more mature than a five-year-old," Dawn replies, rolling her eyes as she gives me a gentle nudge with her shoulder. "So, what really happened, Buffy?"
"I told you--"
"Something happened," she says without letting me finish. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"
"I know."
"So?"
I let out a sigh, taking a few healthy sips of my wine to gather up what little courage I can. "She kissed me," I say finally, quietly and quickly, hoping maybe she didn't hear the words that barely escaped past my lips.
"She what?!"
Dawn pushes me off the edge of the dock, probably without realizing it. I land in the warm, murky river water and I only let out a soft groan as I pull myself back up and flick the water on my fingers at her. Dawn is stuck between complete shock and disbelief. I give her a couple of minutes, knowing that she needs to let it sink in and I'm not so sure I made the right choice in being so blatantly honest with her. She might have grown up a lot in the last couple of years, but she is still my little sister and there are just some things she probably shouldn't ever know. Like about how I feel when it comes to Faith and that, despite the denial, I want something with her. Just what exactly, I haven't quite figured it out yet.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Buffy?"
"Dawnie, language," I respond calmly as I place the now empty glass down on the dock next to me. "I am not kidding you."
"So she just what, kissed you, punched you and then left?" Dawn asks and I nod my head slowly. "That's the long story? Sounds like a pretty short one to me."
"It's complicated."
"It's always complicated with you two. You've seen her what, three times since Sunnydale and almost every time she's shown up here she's been drunk and high out of her mind on god knows what."
I know she has a point there somewhere, but it's not coming any time soon. I wonder if now would be a good time to tell her just why I was avoiding Giles' phone calls. He always called whenever Faith had come by. Of course he does call almost once a week, always trying to get me to pack up and move to Cleveland to help them out there. But it isn't where I belong. It isn't who I am anymore. There are hundreds of thousands of Slayers in the world now and this is my time. This is the time where I'm supposed to be living my life, but it feels so empty and I didn't know until this morning just why I felt so empty before. It's because she isn't in my life like I know she's supposed to be.
Dawn gives me a look like I've completely lost my mind and maybe I have, maybe my life here in this small, middle of nowhere town has sent my brain to the nuthouse and all that's left behind is less than sane Buffy. Also a pretty less than straight Buffy is left behind too considering all those thoughts that ran through my mind in the first few hours after Faith had left this morning. I bury my face into my hands, feeling the confusion filling me, filling part of the void where the emptiness had taken over.
"What do you think about all of this?"
"I don't know," I shrug as I drop my hands to my lap slowly. "I mean its Faith. I don't even know what to think about anything that has to do with her."
"You're in love with her, aren't you?"
"No," I laugh, but the word felt wrong. It felt like a lie and I know that it is and I know that I have to stop lying to myself about it too. "I don't know. Is it possible to love someone you almost hate? Is it possible to love--to be in love with someone you barely even know?"
"Yes, it is. Anything is possible, Buffy. I thought you would've figured that out by now."
"You'd think so," I reply, both of us laughing as we get up from the edge of the dock and make our way to the beaten path that leads up to the house. "You aren't going to say anything to anyone about this, are you?"
"Secret is safe with me even if I don't like it," Dawn says and she flashes me a smile that tells me even though she says she doesn't like it, she is okay with it. "You better call Giles back when we get inside."
I roll my eyes as we walk up the hill to the small house that's been home for the last two years. It's nothing much, it's small, it's secluded, it has three bedrooms, one of which is empty aside from a simple bed we use whenever the others come to visit us. Its home, for now. Might even be home for the rest of my life. It's peaceful here and very rarely do vampires and demons come roaming through the town and that's okay with me. I hate using the word, but I call it early retirement. The first time Faith had come here, she laughed at me for that and told me that I wouldn't last a month without slaying. She'd been wrong which wasn't so surprising. That first time she'd came was the longest visit she had. A grand total of one full day and one full night before taking off in the morning as soon as the sun rose and long before I crawled out of bed. I heard her leave though and even then I wasn't so sure how to feel about her not even bothering to say goodbye.
There's one new message on the machine when I walk in the back door and into the kitchen. I hit the button as I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as Faith's husky voice fills the room.
"Sorry `bout this mornin', B. Coming by later to talk. Still in town, couldn't leave this time. If you're sleepin' when I get there, I'm waking your ass up," she laughs and pauses for a moment before she continues. "We'll just talk when I get there. Not good at these kinda things, y'know? Shit..."
I laugh at the sound of her hanging up rather quickly and ignore the look Dawn gives me as she heads for her room. I hit the erase button and breathe in deeply; completely aware of the goose bumps all over my body that I know just isn't from being pushed into the river by Dawn. I head to my own room and shut the door behind me as I flip on the light. Slowly I peel off my wet clothes, leaving on my bra and panties as I make my way over to the adjoining bathroom. A small rustle outside the open window makes me stop and then I feel it, I feel her.
I take in a sharp breath as I turn to the window and I watch her as she climbs in, her heavy boots hitting the hardwood floor with a soft thud. I can't move from where I'm standing as I see her eyes hungrily drink me in and I wet my dry lips as she makes her way over towards me. I know from the predatory way she's looking at me that we're far from talking right now, and I don't care as a flood of arousal flows freely from me the instant her lips are on mine.
It's soft at first, taking my breath away as her hands come to rest on my bare hips. The touch is electrifying and I find that warmth I'd been craving all this time. Her hands are somewhat smooth other than the obvious callous' on her palms from the weapons she wields daily. But her touch is just as soft as the kiss. It makes my knees go weak and my hands find instantly their way into her hair, holding her there as if I was afraid she'd pull away. It's all she needed to deepen the kiss and it goes from soft and gentle to hard and wild, leaving me on a whole other level of breathlessness. I don't even try to stop the moan that escapes as she pulls apart from the kiss, both of us breathing heavily as her hands slowly move over my hips and around to my back, pulling me even closer to her as her eyes search mine for whatever answers to those questions she wasn't asking.
I move my hands from her hair and over her shoulders, slipping off the light jacket she was wearing and not taking my eyes from hers as I slipped it off and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. I notice now as I run my hands over her bare shoulders and arms just how skinny she was now. I stop when my fingers brush over the edges of her black, tattered tank top and I lean in to kiss her, unable to stop myself, not wanting to stop myself. I know what she came here for and it definitely isn't to talk about this morning. Talking could wait until after and I can't even think about what the after is. I just want to get lost in this moment, to get lost in her, and worry about everything else later when reality comes crashing down. Presumably with her leaving and me lying in bed fighting off the tears I know will come.
She moves her hands over my back in a way that makes me shiver and I stop when she reaches the clasp on my bra and I pull back from her delectable lips with some hesitation. She wants this, she needs this, and I know I do too. We both do. No matter what happens after, this is what this morning had led towards. This is what all those years we'd known each other, fought with each other had led to, as screwed up as it may seem. I take in a deep breath and I'm suddenly very aware at how close I am to being naked in front of her. I try to shake off the nervousness I'm now feeling, knowing I have no reason to be nervous and every reason to at the same time.
"Aren't you a little overdressed?" I ask, barely recognizing my own voice.
"Right," she laughs as she drops her arms from around me and quickly takes off her shirt, slips off her boots and I stop her when she begins to unbuckle her belt.
I don't know what came over me right then, but I kissed her wantonly, my own need to take, to have becoming unbearable as my hands work on getting her belt undone and those tight black jeans off of her. She stops me, not breaking from the kiss just yet and moves my hands above my head once she'd backed me up against the wall. She holds my hands there and I moan softly as she presses her body into mine, holding me there as our tongues dance and fight, eagerly and desperately seeking out more.
I don't even know what's happening--well I do, but hello, still in denial here. I do know it feels good, it feels amazing, and I definitely want--no I need more. I need more of her lips, her tongue, her hands upon me, touching me in a way I never thought I'd ever feel again. Maybe two, nearly three years without sex was getting to me, making me cave, and as her lips trailed over my jaw, gently over the bruise she'd left this morning and down my neck, I realize that I really don't care what she does to me as long as she keeps making me feel this way.
She loosens her grip on my hands and again they find their way into her hair. I arch off the wall slightly as she sucks on my neck just below my ear and I close my eyes as I feel her hands reach behind me, unclasping my bra and pulling my hands from her hair as she slid it off. She leaned back, smirking as she dropped my bra to the floor and ran the tips of her fingers over my already achingly hard nipples that were just straining for her touch. I don't realize I'm trembling until she stops touching me and that hunger in her eyes turns to worry.
"B?" She whispers as she stares into my eyes and I feel the butterflies in my stomach come to life as she says my name.
"Don't stop."
"You sure?"
I nod my head even though I'm not completely sure, but it feels like its too late now to back out, to stop this from happening since we've already gone way past the line I know we should've never crossed. But we did. We never did do anything the normal way, or the right way. Had a feeling we never would. It's what sets us apart from everyone else and it's what makes it so hard for us to ever be friends. And now I'm starting to wonder if the reason we could never be friends is because we're supposed to be lovers. I let out a sigh, wishing there was some switch in my brain to shut off all the thoughts I'm having and I catch her smiling at me, just a little, as she smooth's the palms of her hands over my stomach, slowly moving back up to my breasts.
Her lips find mine again and my hands, feeling a lot bolder than the rest of me, reach around to unclasp her bra. She shrugs out of it, her arms instantly around me as soon as it's off. There's so much fiery passion in the kiss as she pulls me in close to her and I barely notice she's making her way over to the bed and pulling me with her until she comes to a stop and ever so gently eases me down. I pull back from her lips, furrowing my brow, wanting to ask her why she was being so soft, so gentle when I knew that it just wasn't her. She was a hard and fast, fuck and run type. I knew that even though I really don't know her.
If all of this even means something, I can't help but wonder just what it means to her. It had to mean something if she was being gentle, if not taking it a little slow compared to what she's used to. Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself and I curse my brain, willing it to stop as her lips find mine once again.
I don't stop her when her lips move away and find their way down to my aching nipples, licking the skin around each one before sucking on my left one as she slid a thigh between my legs. I don't stop her when her hand trails down my stomach lightly and leaving goose bumps in its wake. And I don't stop her when she eases her hand under the waistband of my panties and slides her fingers effortlessly over my throbbing clit, eliciting a low, feral moan I didn't realize was mine until she pulled her lips away from my nipple. She flashed me one of her cocky smirks that I have to admit always made me a little...wet.
"You wet for me, B?" She whispers and I nod my head slowly, unable to find my voice as her fingers dip lower. She slides two fingers inside of me with ease and I can't believe how wet I am and from the look in her eyes, neither can she. "Wonder how good ya taste."
"Why don't you find out?" I respond shakily, trying not to sound as scared as I feel with this whole situation. It's hard to feel scared for too long as she slowly fucks her fingers inside of me, filling me in a way I never thought only two fingers could. "God, Faith."
"Ya like that?" Faith says huskily, her voice almost pure sex as she fucks her fingers inside of me harder. "Gotta tell me, B..."
I can't say a word without a moan slipping out in its place, but it's all she needs as she trails light, wet kisses down my chest, my stomach and stops when she slides her hand out from inside my panties and makes a slow show of licking her fingers clean. My pussy is aching, dripping wet, eagerly waiting for her to continue and I think she knows, but she's teasing me.
I watch as her fingers hook around the tops of my panties and I lift up just enough for her to slide them down and takes them off. She licks her lips as she tosses them behind her and slowly spreads my legs, her eyes drinking every inch of me as I lay there spread out for her. I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding as she slowly kisses her way up my inner thighs, her tongue sneaking out for a taste. I close my eyes as she slicks her fingers over my slit, moaning softly as she moves in closer and soon replaces her fingers with her tongue.
My eyes are shut so tightly now that I begin to see stars. The pleasure shooting through my body with her soft, warm, wet tongue against my clit is almost too much to handle. My hands grip the sheets as I arch my back slightly, spreading my legs wider as she dips her tongue lower, teasing my hole before she plunged it in deep. I bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly and I wish we were alone, completely alone. I gasp and grip the sheets tighter as she trails her tongue back up to my clit and fixes her lips around it, sucking hard as she slides a solitary finger inside of me.
"Faith...oh fuck..."
So much for being quiet, but I could care less as I feel the beginning of a very long overdue orgasm begin to build. It's quick, too quick, and yet I know this is far from over. This is just the beginning. She moans softly, the vibrations sending me quickly over the edge and she sucks hard on my clit, easing her finger out from inside of me as she sucks and licks at my clenching hole.
"Fuck," she says huskily as she pulls back. "Fuckin' heavenly, B."
"Mmm."
I must have been slightly dazed because when I opened my eyes, she was hovering above me and those tight black jeans she had on were gone. I let my eyes roam lazily over her body, well most of what I could see and I pulled her in for a deep kiss, not even cringing at the taste of myself upon her lips. I pull her down so our bodies are flush against one another's and everything about it felt so perfect, so right. Her body was warm and her pussy hot and wet against mine as she ground her hips down hard. The kiss was kept short and she moved her lips across my jaw, stopping at my ear and taking in a slow, deep breath.
"Touch me."
I groan as I let go of the sheets, my fingers slightly stiff from having held onto them so tightly. I suddenly don't feel as nervous or afraid as my hands roam over her back and around to her breasts. Her nipples are hard against my fingertips and I want to know their taste and how they feel with my lips wrapped around them. I try to flip us over, but she holds herself steady, not willing to give up being on top that easily. I pout as she pulls back to look down at me and I trail my right hand down between our bodies, tentatively seeing out her pussy as she lifts up a little so I could slide my hand down further.
"That's it," she encourages, biting her lip as my fingers trip over her clit, feeling how wet she is for me, because of me. "Fuck, B. Just like that."
She crushes her lips against mine as I ease a finger between her folds, dipping into her tight hole, teasing her as she had teased me before. She bit onto my lower lip and I take it as a sign just to fuck her, hard and fast. Just the way she likes it. I can feel her arms shaking as she tries to hold herself over me and I think for a moment I could use it to my advantage, flip her over and have my turn on top, but she stops me yet again and I wonder if she could read my mind.
Her hips are bucking hard, riding my hand and my fingers as I slide a second one inside of her and grind the heel of my palm against her clit. I've never done this before and yet I know I'm definitely not doing anything wrong. The moans and gasps escaping past her lips even as she kisses me deeply tell me that much and it isn't long before she comes hard and collapses partially on top of me, kissing my shoulder as she struggles to catch her breath.
We fucked all night long until the sun was about to rise and not once did she let me have the chance to be on top. Not once. I could barely keep my eyes open, my whole body aching in a deliciously good way, as I watch her get up from the bed and slowly get dressed.
The tears sting my eyes as she slips out the window without so much saying goodbye or sharing one last kiss. She leaves me feeling good, but used and she leaves me feeling exactly the way I felt when she'd left yesterday morning. Dazed, confused, and hurt.
Only this time the pain is emotional, it's deep, and it makes me realize that even if I wanted something more with her, I could never have anything more than what we'd just shared together. I let out a choked sob as I pull the sheets over me and I ignore the knock on the bedroom door as I close my eyes and try to convince myself this was all just a dream.
A really fucked up dream.
Chapter Two
Author's Notes: Been busy packing/moving all last week so I haven't been able to find any time to write. The updates will likely slow right down, I'm back to work tomorrow and my girl is gonna get pissed if I spend more time writing than with her....lol
I don't even know how long I stayed in bed, but when I finally got myself together and crawled out of bed to shower and get dressed, I could hear her in the kitchen talking quietly to Dawn. My heart was racing and aching at the same time as I wrap the sheets around me and walk over to the door. I open it just a crack to listen, unable to pick up on just what they are saying. I take in a deep breath, steadying myself, calming myself as I let the sound of her voice flow through me.
I'm about to close the door when I hear her walking down the hallway towards my room. I step back as she knocks softly on the door before opening it slowly. She's still wearing the same clothes she'd had on last night and that she left in, but she still looks as beautiful as she'd always been. Maybe even more so now that we'd shared something so intimate together. She looks nervous and I step back to let her walk inside and she doesn't look at me until she shuts the door behind her.
"Hey," she says all nonchalantly, her voice making my whole body quiver. "Thought we could talk since we didn't, y'know, get to that last night."
"Can I get dressed first?"
"Little too late to be gettin' all shy on me now, B."
I feel myself blush as I make my way over to the closet door where my robe is hanging on a hook. I quickly drop the sheet as I slip on the robe and before I have the chance to close it and tie the belt together, her hands are sliding over my hips and over my stomach slowly. I'm still a little tender. She's not exactly gentle after fucking for a couple of hours. All good pain. I can't even hide the fact that her touch turns me on, as simple as it is.
I know she's all about sex, that's all she's ever been about, and I'd be fooling myself if I tried to make it more than that. I can't deny how good it feels with her hands roaming freely over my stomach as she pulls me back into her. Even through her clothes and the thin material of my robe, I can feel the heat of her body and it takes me back to last night and the fresh memories of how she felt flush against me. I stop her when her left hand reaches down and gently cups my tender pussy and I pull her hands away from me as I turn around and hold the robe shut.
"That's not exactly talking, Faith."
"Never been one to talk much."
I sigh as I sit down on the bed and I look up at her and she's smirking as she crosses her arms over her chest and just stares down at me with that predatory look in her eyes like she had last night when she climbed in through the window. I know talking is pretty much a lost cause with Faith, especially when she only has one thing on her mind. But we have to talk and I know she knows we do. It's what she came here for. Twice.
"So," I start, wondering if she's waiting for me to be the one to bring it all up first. "How come you...when you came here yesterday, how come you kissed me?"
"Dunno. Felt right."
"And last night?"
"Had to find out what it's like to be with ya, B. Ain't nothin' more to it."
"Really?" I ask, not believing her for a second. "Is that all it was? Just a fuck?"
"Always is."
I want to smack her with the way she's grinning down at me, but I don't. I promised myself I would never lay a hand on her in that way ever again once we left Sunnydale behind. I stand up from the bed and step close in front of her and I see she's a little uneasy with me getting into her personal space when she hasn't initiated it first.
"I thought you don't come back for more?" I ask softly as I take one of her hands in mine and she surprisingly doesn't resist.
"I don't," she replies, but she doesn't sound so sure of herself. "But it's you, B. Can't just have ya once and expect that ache to disappear."
Maybe it is more than just sex and she doesn't see it that way just yet. I try not to get my hopes up. It'll only end up breaking my heart in the end if I do. I keep telling myself not to fall for her, but I know I already have. I think I'm seriously going to have to re-check my sanity. And my sexuality.
I don't even think twice as I move her hand between my legs, biting my lip as she cocks her head to the side looking slightly amused and slightly turned on by the boldness I'm showing now. She's gentle and it's almost as if she knows how tender I still am from last night. I keep my hand over hers as she rubs my clit slowly and with my other hand I pull her in for a kiss, needing to feel her lips and tongue against my own. She's hesitating today, but I don't let that stop me as I deepen the kiss, sucking on her tongue as she slides a finger between my folds, teasing my hole for a second before thrusting her finger deep inside.
I want to touch her too. I want to make her feel the way she's making me feel and it takes me a moment to push the haze of arousal from my mind and I move my hands to her belt. I get her belt undone and pop the button on her jeans as she breaks away from the kiss. She's panting heavily, waiting for me and I manage to push her tight jeans down just a little and I nearly shove my hand inside, feeling her warmth nearly scorch my fingers as I dip them between her wet folds.
"Easy, B," she whispers huskily and bites back a moan. "Ya fucked me nice `n good last night. Still kinda sore."
God, I never realized how sexy she sounds when she has that husky burr to her voice. If I was already wet, it made me wetter, and I think she noticed too. She almost whimpered for a moment there and it made me shiver in anticipation of a repeat of last night. Maybe she's rubbing off on me. Maybe this is all I want is the sex. I can't deny that it's definitely the best I've ever had and no, I'm not just saying that because it's been two, almost three years. Faith definitely knows how to touch, how to push every one of my buttons and push me over the edge again and again.
I pull her back in forcefully for another kiss, trying to quiet our moans since I know Dawn could hear us if we get too loud. That's the last thing I need right now. I push those thoughts from my mind, focusing just on Faith. She tries to push me back onto the bed, but I don't let her as I stand my ground as best as I can, not wanting to take it that far right now.
"We still have to talk," I say once I find it in myself to pull back from her lips. "We really need to talk, Faith."
"I know," she whispers across my lips and it sends a series of shivers throughout my body. "Just wanna fuck ya right now, B."
My fingers fuck her in time with hers buried deep inside of me and its over far too quickly and I feel like falling back on the bed, pulling her with me and basking in the afterglow, but I can't move from where I am and I don't think she can yet either. I hesitantly pull my hand out from the warm confines of her pussy and her tight panties as she does the same. I pull the robe closed, unable to meet her eyes as I sit down on the edge of the bed heavily.
I feel like such a whore right now and I know how this would look to anyone else. They'd think the same thing. I know it takes two to fuck, but I've never just fucked someone and no, I'm not including Spike in that because that was different. I know we have to talk right now and even if she doesn't want to, I'm still going to try. I've got no other choice, right? I know if I left it up to her, we'd just fuck and have a very long repeat of last night. Despite what my body is telling me--that it wants just that--I keep telling myself that we really do need to talk right now and I know I'm the one who has to start.
"Where've you been the last couple of months?" I ask her, my curiosity getting to the better of me.
"Around."
"Faith..."