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There were tens of Slayers at the HQ they’d set up in Cleveland at any one time, but there was still only one that could give Buffy a run for her money. Only one who could make her truly go all out though, give her that thrill you could only get from a good fight. Faith’s fist came flying at her straight as an arrow with what Buffy was sure would be as much force as a jack hammer if she let herself get tagged by it, she’d felt that hit more than a few times just today, but this time she managed to shift her weight just enough to let it go sailing by.
Buffy had lost track of how many rounds they’d gone today, she was sure if she asked Faith she wouldn’t know either. They weren’t even keeping score. The closest thing to a sense of time was seeing the build up of sweat coating Faith’s body, the same sweat Buffy felt dripping off of herself. The way her hair was plastered to her neck, Buffy’s had fallen out of the bun she’d put in at some point, she couldn’t remember when exactly, and she was sure it looked just as messy. The fact they’d both stripped down as they’d kept heating up until they were left with just a sports bra and shorts. She always seemed to heat up when it came to Faith these days.
Faith kept going with her momentum, maybe she’d never intended to hit with that other punch or maybe she was just going all in, but her second fist was drilling right for Buffy’s gut, no time to shift her weight again and besides, Faith’s incredibly solid arm was in the fastest way out. She’d just have to be a big girl and take it. She’d given Faith worse hits there before.
They hadn’t planned for this. They hadn’t had to. These days all it took was one of them showing up in the sparring room and the other would feel an itch in the back of their head telling them to show up for some quality time. Well that’s how it was for Buffy anyway. A lot of things were the same for the two of them and, for the most part, she’d stopped pretending otherwise.
Buffy couldn’t hold the wheeze of all the air in her body getting driven out of her lungs, had to take that cocky smirk from Faith right in her face. But she wasn’t done yet because that cocky smirk was getting closer and closer and Buffy was too winded to do a thing about it until the crown of Faith’s head slammed into hers. Then everything got a bit fuzzy. She lost her balance? No Faith had hooked her leg? She was definitely falling, Faith was falling with her, that face was still filling her vision. Her head was still ringing but even as hard as Faith could hit, the benefits of being Slayer went both ways and her head was already clearing. She could take stock of where she’d ended up, Faith on top of her, straddling her really. One hand clenched tight around both of Buffy’s wrists above her head, the other holding onto the strap of her bra.
There were worse places to be.
“Pinned you again, B,” the heavy breathing behind Faith’s voice kinda hurt the blasé tone she was probably going for.
“What makes you think I’m not right where I want to be?” before Faith could answer Buffy dipped her chin and just about managed to catch one of the fingers holding onto her bra strap. Just the index, but as soon as her mouth reached it, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Faith’s eyes start to roll back, feel her grip loosen. And Buffy went straight down to the knuckle, sucking it clean of that salty sheen of sweat that was so Faith, just long enough to remind herself of it before pulling her mouth back and letting go.
“B,” Buffy cut Faith off, she’d only let go cause she had bigger dreams, now that she’d pulled Faith’s hand closer to her face she had her choice of fingers to taste and why stop at one? She grabbed all three of the ones she’d missed the first time, “Holy fuck,” Faith gasped out. Buffy’s mouth was full of Faith, she couldn’t help push down on Buffy’s tongue with how much of her was in there. Buffy was drooling, it was dripping down her mouth mixing with the sweat from the pair of them and she still needed more of Faith in her.
Faith was shaky, her grip on Buffy’s wrists was loose enough for Buffy to easily slip them out and bring them down to Faith’s ass, lifting her further up Buff’s body, where they’d been face to face now it was Faith’s chest to Buffy’s face. Buffy pulled away from the mouthful of Faith she’d had to go for the next one. She was so considerate, not only did Buffy have a face full of Faith’s chest she could fully appreciate that the bra Faith had selected to get so physical with Buffy was only held in place by a front zip. Buffy grabbed that zip between her lips, enjoying the contrast of the cool clean metallic taste to the salty taste of Faith’s sweat, forcing herself to slowly pull the zipper down, relishing the way Faith’s chest was heaving from the exertion and her back arched in anticipation, the force she was pressing down on Buffy’s shoulders with in her newly freed hands, the way her tits were yearning to be free, yearning to be in her face because after all.
Faith’s tits were fantastic.
Buffy loved tasting every part of Faith. The bony shafts of her fingers, the loose lobes of her ears, the softness of her thighs, on a few memorable occasions the bumpy ridges of that scar Buffy had forced on her what felt so long ago but also like it was yesterday. But her tits. Those might be Buffy’s favourite thing to stick in her mouth. They were so soft, had so much ground to cover, Buffy could lay her head down in between them and be completely at peace and never get tired of it. And maybe best of all you had her nipples that Buffy had learned if you bit them in just the right way.
Faith shuddered from her toes to her fingertips, losing herself in the ecstasy that Buffy could almost feel herself being allowed to taste her like this. Faith lost herself so much, she forgot that she was meant to be pinning Buffy down, she was more focussed on finishing the job Buffy had started and fully shrugging off her bra that she didn’t even put up a fight when Buffy flipped their positions and ended up on top of Faith. Which also, wasn’t the worst place to be. Looking down at her, the way she was biting her lip, her tits spilling away from her chest, the way she was desperately grinding against the knee Buffy had left between her thighs.
“Pinned you again, F,” Buffy mirrored that cocky look Faith had had on her face as best she could and pressed Faith’s shoulders down to the mat before leaning down and taking her prize, so much of Faith to take in her mouth. She brushed the hair plastering Faith’s neck aside and planted another bruising kiss. She could feel Faith’s pulse, her heart racing, Buffy could totally get why vampires went for this sort of thing.
“What. Makes you think,” every fragment was gasped out as Buffy went to work, each gasp punctuated by a new hickey ready to be made, her neck, her chest, her breasts all prime real estate for her work and she worked hard. If she didn’t take Faith in her mouth, sample every scrap of her skin then who would? “I’m not. Right where. Want to be?” Dropping a hand into Faith’s shorts and feeling how wet she was after just a few moments of grinding against her knee, maybe she’d already been wet while they were sparring, Buffy licked her lips, another part of her to taste. Well, she was right where Buffy wanted her to be as well, and Buffy would keep her there.
Buffy rose up to Faith’s ear, ghosted her hands along Faith’s arms and in her best head Slayer in charge voice, the one that brooked no argument, told her “Arms behind your back,”
Faith always loved to argue though, “Why don’t you make me?” her breath hitched again at the last second when Buffy bit and tugged gently on the lobe of Faith’s ear.
“I can stop if you’re not enjoying yourself?” Buffy could be just as much of a tease as Faith was if she had to be. She started to lean away from Faith but didn’t even get to pull her knee out from between Faith’s legs before she started grumbling and put her hands behind her back.
Faith always talked a big game but she always melted in Buffy’s mouth like butter. She saw one of their tops was in reach, couldn’t remember if it started off as hers’ or Faith’s but it’d do the job regardless. It wouldn’t be able to hold Faith, not if she didn’t want it to, compared to Slayer strength it’d be torn to shreds if she wanted out. They’d need the handcuffs if they were serious about the restraints, and those were back in their rooms. But this would do as long as Faith played along. She tied it around Faith’s wrists and got right back to tasting trailing from Faith’s ear along the seam of her jaw, Buffy loved that felt in her mouth the feel of the bone compared to the flesh, the way Faith couldn’t help arching her neck to give Buffy as much access as she could. Buffy was doing a great job if the way Faith was going at her leg was any sign, but still she didn’t want Faith tipping over the edge too soon.
“And stop grinding so much, I’ll get there. On my time,” Buffy kept her knee between Faith’s thighs, to give her that out if she needed it, but Faith kept following her lead and held her quivering legs back as Buffy continued her tour of Faith’s body. They’d both found out that the problem with leaving hickeys on a Slayer is they healed too quickly to really enjoy them. She’d be lucky if these love bites lasted more than a couple of days. The benefits were that meant you got to keep leaving them, Buffy was circling back down to Faith’s tits and could feel her tensing in anticipation under her, the thought of going on patrol with Faith, her wearing one her low cut little tops, showing off all these bruises leading to her cleavage, and who else but her and Buffy would know how much further. All the vamps and demons and whatever else seeing and knowing exactly what she’d been up to, it made Buffy groan a little at the thought of it.
Faith’s eyes grew focused instantly at the sound, “You sure you’re not the one who needs to get off, B?” she’d never miss an opportunity to tease like this “You can ride my,” Faith stuttered and trailed off as Buffy bit particularly hard right at the seam where her breast began to swell “My leg anytime,”
But when Faith was right she was right, no matter how much of a brat she was being. Faith whined when Buffy pulled away but quieted down in a soft awe when Buffy dropped her shorts and underwear and for good measure shed her bra as well. Buffy couldn’t help but bask for a moment in the naked desire in Faith’s eyes flicking from her breasts to her core. But she could feel the same quiver in her legs that she’d felt in Faith’s and she took her place back on top of her, this time taking Faith’s offered thigh between hers’, rolling up Faith’s shorts to get the most real estate she could. Buffy tried to stifle the gasp that that first moment of friction pulled out of her but couldn’t stop herself.
“You like that, B?” Faith could get so fucking cocky when she made Buffy like this. Yeah Buffy was a little wet as well. She glanced down at Faith’s thigh and saw it growing slick from where she was riding. More than a little.
“You can’t get enough of me,” Buffy really couldn’t. And Faith knowing that was just making it worse, “Ahhh how about,” her voice fluttered again as Buffy planted her mouth back on Faith’s chest, cupped her tits in her hands, biting and groping with every grind she made, trying to make Faith feel a fraction of the pleasure she’s getting “How about y-you untie me? Lemme show you a real good time?”
Buffy’s getting what she needed from just this, but Faith’s hands are on another level, she dropped Faith’s breasts, trailed a hand behind her ghosting to the knot around her wrists. Buffy looked up at Faith, gave her the best pout she could manage with all the waves of the pleasure building with every second, Faith nodded magnanimously, like she’s doing Buffy a favour, opened her mouth to make whatever boast was crossing her mind.
Buffy shoved her other hand into that open mouth before she could even speak.
Just the tips of her fingers, but that’s all she needed. Faith does the rest of the work herself when she realises what’s on the table, craning her head forwards, taking all of Buffy’s hand she can handle into her mouth.
The feeling of Faith’s tongue around her fingers, it made her grind harder into Faith’s leg, suck harder on her tits, which just made Faith mouth work even harder, pulling back one joint of her fingers at a time, before taking her again all the way to the knuckles. It feels filthy and it made Buffy grind even harder, she could barely keep her rhythm, she’s so close, it wasn’t enough for Faith to just suck her off, Buffy knew she could have more, she needed more, she had to thrust her fingers into Faith’s mouth along with her rhythm, Faith gagged for a moment but she’s a champ and she took her, all of her, in stride, she slid straight in like butter. All of Buffy’s world was just Faith’s tongue around her fingers, Faith’s nipple in her mouth, her clit on Faith’s thigh.
Buffy’s pretty Faith knew when she climaxed. There’s a few tells she’s picked up on that she has. There’s the way her back arches, the way her eyes roll back, that guttural moan that she only slightly plays up. And then there’s the way she bites down on Faith’s nipple just the way she likes it for a job well done.
She collapsed a little, resting her head between Faith’s breasts. It’s her favourite place to ride the come down, normally she’d feel Faith’s hands in her hair, caressing her, but those were little occupied right now. It’s nice but she doesn’t give herself too long to bask in the afterglow, just because she’s climaxed doesn’t mean she’s finished here.
Buffy’s eyes flick from Faith’s drooling mouth still full of her, the drool running down her chin, her neck creeping towards Buffy’s resting place, and Faith’s thigh slick from all her exertions, wet and shiny. “Sorry I made such a mess on you, Faith,” Buffy pulled her fingers out of Faith’s mouth slowly, one at a time, finally resting her index finger on Faith’s trembling lip “Let me clean you up, make you look like a good girl,” She didn’t give Faith a chance to answer before she dropped herself down to Faith’s thigh that had given her such a good time, lapping up all the juices she’d left there, trying her best not to swallow, she had something else in mind for all of her.
She’s cleaned up Faith as best she can for now, and drifted back up to her face, straddling her waist and looking down at Faith just a few inches above her. Buffy brought a finger to her mouth, coated it in all the nectar she’s gathered and tapped it against Faith’s lips.
Faith nodded desperately, opened her mouth wide and hung her tongue in the air, Buffy did the same, and let a strand of her saliva and cum and more than a little of her and Faith’s sweat all intertwined fall towards Faith’s outstretched tongue and flow down her throat.
Buffy brought a hand to Faith’s throat before she missed it, massaged her, felt her swallow every bit of the pair of them that Buffy was feeding her. As the strand thins she followed it down, darted around Faith’s tongue to grab her lip between hers’ giving it the same treatment she’s been granting the rest of Faith, feeling it swell under her attention.
By the time she’s finished Faith has a dazed look in her eyes and Buffy knows it's time to return to her tour, she’d just about finished with Faith’s tits, when she’d gotten so distracted. She left a trail of soft kisses down Faith, tracing the bruising ones she’d left on her first trip, down Faith’s throat, her chest, her tits and finally to fertile new territory.
Buffy had reached her favourite landmark on Faith’s body. Down towards her abs. Back when Faith had just gotten out of jail it was impossible for Buffy to ignore just how shredded she was, how lean. Their first time together Buffy had ran her tongue between every defined muscle of Faith’s core and loved every second of it. Now though, was even better. She was still solid, still strong, but now she’d been eating well, over those firm muscles was a healthy layer of soft fat to enjoy, enough to give her some give when Buffy bit down, let her work to find the muscles underneath. Really they’d both been eating well, she hadn’t wanted to admit but she still hadn’t really been taking care of herself either that last year.
But those abs weren’t her favourite landmark, they were just on the way. Her favourite landmark was her scar. She could be rough with every other bit of Faith’s body and know she could take it, know that she’d love it, and after more than a few false finishes, made sure that Faith knew that if she didn’t love it she should put a stop to it immediately. But here, Buffy had to be soft, even if Faith didn’t tense, not in anticipation like everywhere else Buffy had made her tense but in a sort of dread, Buffy felt the same way, there was so much tied up in their scar. She had to be kind to it, soft to it. Feather light kisses, caressing it with just the pads of her thumbs, pressing her forehead to it. It was a sort of ritual for both of them, they had so much history, good and bad, for the longest time it seemed like bad would be the most of it but now, the good was gaining ground.
Faith made a small choked sound that Buffy knew meant ‘move on’. So she did. She took a small detour to pilgrimage back up to Faith’s face and lay a long slow kiss on her lips, cupping the sides of her face gently.
“Love you,” Buffy offered, whispering into Faith’s mouth.
“I uh,” Faith’s cheeks burned like the sun in Buffy’s hands as she blushed and squirmed where she lay, before turning her face away, her hair falling over her eyes and finally managing to mumble in response “You too,” Buffy laid one more kiss to Faith’s temple and slid back down Faith’s body to her waist. She hooked her thumbs into Faith’s shorts and tugged them down.
Wow.
Buffy’s breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat drinking in the sight of Faith. If she’d been wet earlier she was drenched now. Her panties were still in place, her bush escaping on both sides. The first few times they’d done this, well the first few times Buffy had an idea they were going to do this instead of it just happening, she’d shaved her own to look nice for Faith, but with how wild the sight of Faith’s left her she’d stopped shaving herself bare. But even more than that sight, Buffy could see Faith straining against the soaked fabric, even if Buffy hadn’t committed the sight of her to memory, the outline of her swollen lips left nothing to the imagination. It was almost more enticing than if Buffy had stripped her bare. Buffy brought a finger and gently traced the outline Faith was making, starting at the bottom and working up, curving away at the last second, just skirting Faith’s clit drawing a desperate whine out of her.
“Buffy,” Faith’s voice was ragged “Please,”
Buffy pulled Faith’s panties down, and the full scent of her musk hit Buffy, she was so earthy and a little sweet with the same deep undertone of sweat of all the hard work Buffy had put in to get her here. She froze staring at Faith barely an inch away, she was so ripe, so ready for plucking. Buffy began to worry she’d spent too long building Faith up, that she’d burst as soon as Buffy so much as breathed on her and she was desperate for it, even now she was bucking her hips towards Buffy’s face, she managed to brush her clit against the tip of Buffy’s nose and let out another strangled gasp.
“Please, Buffy,” she was babbling, all the facade stripped away just saying whatever happened to cross her mind “Please fuck me, I’ve been such a good girl. I need you,”
Buffy pushed Faith’s thighs to the mat and got to work, she couldn’t resist the desperation in Faith’s voice. She kissed the insides of Faith’s thighs, bit them for good measure, one last set that’d be just for them and turned her attention to the real prize. She pressed her nose close to bask once more in Faith’s scent and ran her tongue along the path she’d traced earlier with her finger, still skirting Faith’s clit. If she was careful she could build Faith up even more she was sure.
It was one thing cleaning Faith up after the fact, it was completely different drinking straight from the source, lapping her tongue around and against Faith’s folds she was full of so much salty goodness, it almost felt like waste spilling some of her but the feeling of Faith dripping down her lips was more than worth it. Feeling her thighs quiver in her hands, her hips buck as best as they could, hearing Faith begging “Buffy, more please, Buffy,” And when Buffy took a hand away from Faith’s thighs to tuck her hood back, to gently run her tongue over Faith’s clit for the first time that night. God the sound of Faith’s bit back shriek, the way her back arched and her thighs forced their way out of Buffy’s grasp to clamp around her head with the full force of that Slayer strength that would’ve probably taken her head off if she was normal. She thought for a second Faith might have come right there.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes it feels so! Fucking! Good! You fucking,” Faith’s voice hitched and broke off as Buffy traced another circle around Faith’s clit with her tongue “Know that. Stop pulling back, I’m so,”
Faith was cut off again with a strangled gasp by Buffy pressing her lips on Faith’s clit, a feather light kiss, a soft flick of her tongue before pulling back again.
“You taste so good, you sound so good when you moan,” Buffy gave another long slow lick all the way up Faith’s folds, pulling another one of those moans out of her, she had to pull back, look at the big picture. Commit to memory the image of Faith so close to the edge. Buffy glanced up, even from down there between Faith's thighs she could see the fresh sheen of coating her, she looked so good glowing after Buffy drove her to this, her heaving chest, the feeling of her thighs around Buffy’s head. No matter how many times Buffy saw her like this it never got old. God she couldn’t believe it took her this long to know how good it felt fucking Faith compared to just fighting her.
She couldn’t resist it any more. It was so hard edging Faith, it felt like she was edging herself just as much not being able to feel her come. One of Buffy’s hands was trapped between Faith’s thighs and her head but the other had escaped and found its way between Buffy’s own thighs, nothing compared to what she was doing with her mouth it was all quick and dirty but still bringing herself close again and she was so close, it was so easy to be close hearing all the sounds she was pulling out of Faith, tasting everything she was pulling out of her.
Her mouth was on over Faith’s clit again and this time she wasn’t letting go until it was over, she could feel Faith’s pulse all around her the faster it raced, the harder Faith squeezed her head, the harder Buffy sucked, gentle to start but ramping and ramping until she reached what she knew was Faith’s limit and finally after all her careful work tipped Faith over the edge. Nothing held back about this howl of pleasure from Faith, not for the first time Buffy hoped the soundproofing in this place was as good as advertised.
Buffy was a step behind Faith but she couldn’t help finishing herself off on that sound, riding through Faith’s orgasm with her, every buck of Faith’s hips matched by a thrust into herself, clenching her thighs with the pressure she felt from Faith’s, keeping her mouth over Faith, only releasing the pressure of her lips on her when Faith finished riding out her orgasm, relaxed her thighs and flopped bonelessly flat on her back.
Buffy felt a bit of a haze from her own comedown but she knew that’d be nothing compared to what she’d put Faith through. She shook her hand dry of most of her juices that were coating it and brought them both to Faith’s wrists, struggled with the knot she’d left there and soon gave up, resorting to just tearing the fabric off of Faith. She gently brought Faith’s wrists up to her mouth and planted soft kisses along her wrists, massaged them gently.
“You feel good, Faith?” she murmured in a soothing tone “I wasn’t too rough?”
“I’m not a baby,” Faith looked away but she didn’t snatch her hands away like she definitely would have a year ago. She let Buffy give her the same care and attention that she’d give Buffy if it’d been the other way around.
When it felt like she’d given Faith as much affection as she needed Buffy let go and couldn’t help but preen in satisfaction when Faith wrapped an arm around her and held her close, Faith wasn’t always cuddly after sex, there’d been times Buffy had woken up alone, panicked at the absence of her. There’d been times Buffy had woken up to Faith’s thrashing desperately trying to get out of her grip, needing space, sheepishly hanging her head when she realised where she was before leaving for her own room. They couldn’t always give each other what they needed, but it was nice to try when they could and Faith was trying. Buffy couldn’t say how long they laid there, her on her back, Faith on her side, taking the opportunity her free hands gave her to rest them on Buffy’s chest.
Faith finally broke the silence when she looked away to the side “I think that was your top, B,”
Huh? Faith demonstrated pulling over the fully intact tank top that was admittedly very Faith, compared to the torn fabric that, if Buffy was being objective, did look a lot like it used to be something she’d wear.
“Gonna have to walk all the way back to your room in your bra,” Faith demonstrated, tiptoeing her fingers from Buffy’s breast all the way up to her face. “God, imagine if you get caught? That’ll be so embarrassing for you. Big boss Slayer on her walk of shame,”
Buffy felt herself flush, it wouldn’t be the first time the two of them had been caught like this, but she wasn’t looking forward to another knowing stare from Kennedy, or Rona insisting again through gritted teeth that ‘This is why we need HR,’ she could tell Faith was loving her embarrassment. She’d have to turn it around.
“At least you’ll enjoy the view,” Buffy grabbed the fingers Faith had left so tantalizingly close to her mouth and sucked again. It was easy getting the upper hand with Faith, especially when they both wanted her to have it.