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Training and Tattoos	By : freelancespice Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Training and Tattoos
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Notes: Part of the DFJWIMOPoH series. This was the result of me playing with watercolors and doing TaeBo all in one night.
DISCLAIMER: The following characters are property of Joss Whedon, Warner Brothers, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy and anyone else with official paperwork.

"Training and Tattoos"
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Faith took one look at the black design on Buffy's arm and began laughing hysterically. "What is that?"
Buffy looked down at her arm. "That? Xander was getting carried away with the watercolors. It's his rendition of your tattoo."
Faith began laughing even harder.
Buffy finished putting her Nikes on. "Come on, you." She smacked Faith on the backside and headed out of the locker room.
"You know," Faith said, eyeing the blonde, "It kinda suits you. Or maybe it's just because I think you look really good in a sports bra."
Buffy turned. "You know, the more time you spent engaged in witty banter now, means it will take longer to finish with training. And you know how you get after training." She moved out into the hall.
Faith trailed after her. "How _I_ get? Last time I had to keep you from ripping off my clothes in the locker room."
Buffy gave Faith a look. "So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, I could hold out longer than you could," Faith replied, smugly.
Buffy stopped short. "HA!"
"Was that a sound of disagreement?"
Buffy stepped up to Faith. "I'll bet you that could hold out longer than you could, after training."
"All right." Faith crossed her arms. "What if you don't?"
"I think you should be more worried about what you'll have to do. I say the loser has to make the winner breakfast in bed."
"How Lucy Ricardo of you. But I'll take it."
They shook hands. Buffy turned to go to the library, but Faith hadn't let go of her hand. Faith pulled Buffy back to her, looking longingly into her eyes. She ran her index finger down the bridge of Buffy's nose, past her lips, tracing the edge of her chin, down her neck then stopped at the top of her sports bra.
Faith licked her lips. "I like my eggs scrambled. But you knew that."
She took off down the hall.
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"Be sure to maintain your focus," called out Giles from behind a large, dusty book.
Faith threw a roundhouse kick at the pads Buffy was holding. "So, B, how ya holdin' up?"
"Great." Whap. "As usual."
Giles set his book down. "I think its time to move onto sparring. You've done plenty of coordination exercises for today."
Buffy set the pads on the table. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. Kicking pads and bags was one thing, one on one combat was something else entirely.
Faith glanced at Buffy and flashed her a grin. She was pretty sure she could hold out longer than Buffy, but not by much.
"All right, then." Giles waved them on. "Go ahead, ravage each other."
Buffy coughed. Faith began to snicker. Buffy moved toward Faith, throwing a standard right cross.
Faith easily blocked it and dodged the blow. "Oh, come on, B, I know you've got more than that."
They began to pick up speed, throwing punches, blocks and kicks, each dodging the other.
Finally, Buffy caught one of Faith's crazy kicks and slammed her to the floor. "Better?" She was breathing heavily, only partially due to the training.
"Not bad." With Buffy's body resting on top of hers, Faith knew she had to change the situation, quickly. Then she added, "And not yet." She flipped Buffy over and leapt to her feet.
The sparring continued on like this, until Giles announced that they were finished.
"Would you be so kind as to put the gear away? And that doesn't mean throwing it all in a convoluted pile in the middle of the cage, either." Giles slipped out of the library, without waiting for an answer.
The slayers packed the gear into the library cage. As they were stowing away
the final pieces of gear, Faith tripped over some ancient piece of weaponry. Trying to regain her balance, she grabbed at Buffy, who grabbed the door to the cage. Faith stumbled the other way, pulling Buffy with her, causing the door to slam shut.
"Don't tell me..." Faith sat up, "the door just shut."
Buffy glanced at the cage door. "The door just shut."
Faith leaned back against the weapon cabinet. "When did Giles say he'd be back?"
Buffy shrugged. They both knew it was no use to try and break out, since the cage was designed to hold the Were-Oz. Faith closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She opened her eyes to see Buffy staring at her.
Buffy shifted her gaze to the floor. Then she threw her hands up. "Oh, fuck it." She pounced on Faith, straddling her legs.
"Here? Are you sure? You're usual-"
Faith was silenced by Buffy's mouth taking hers captive. The blonde's tongue plunged into the other girl's mouth. One hand nimbly worked its way under the brunette's sports bra while the other reached over and grabbed one of the workout mats. Buffy broke the kiss long enough to open the mat and tossed it on the floor of the cage. She pushed the other slayer down onto the mat.
Faith wrapped her arms around the shorter girl and pulled her down on top of her, much like their earlier training position. "Okay, it's yet." She kissed Buffy, matching the force the blonde has shown her moments earlier.
Buffy's hands wandered down to the elastic of Faith's Adidas track pants. Her skillful fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and panties. Meanwhile, Faith hands were wandering the sides of Buffy's Body, stopping at her sports bra. Their tongues were still dueling each other, taking in the essence of the other's mouth. Buffy's hand reached down into the folds of Faith's drenched center. Faith whimpered. Buffy's free hand wandered back up to Faith's breasts, working it's way under the fabric. Her fingers worked quickly in both areas, making Faith's breathing more labored by the second, her own hands running all over the blonde girl's body. She felt her body begin to tighten and grasped tightly onto Buffy's shoulders.
"B... Buffy... I'm almost... oh god..." she muttered.
Buffy grinned as she felt Faith's release. She kissed her slayer again. But after only a few short moments, she found herself on her back.
Faith was still breathing heavily, but given the slayer recovery time, she was quite capable of what she was about to do. She yanked Buffy's warm up pants down to her ankles, followed by her underwear. Slipping a finger into the other girl, she kissed her way up Buffy's body, only stopping when Buffy so eagerly pulled her top off to grant more access. Faith kissed Buffy's breasts, then ran her tongue over her left nipple. While she worked her finger in and out, her thumb found Buffy's clit. As she took it into her mouth, Buffy's hands found the back of Faith's head, running her fingers through the dark hair. Faith slipped in a second finger. Buffy was already grinding her hips to the rhythm that Faith had begun. The brunette kissed her way up to Buffy's mouth, as Buffy squirmed ferociously underneath her.
"Oh... yeah... Faith... mmmnnn..."
She could tell that Buffy was about to go over the edge and kissed her again, slipping in a third finger and continuing to work hhumbhumb across her lover's most intimate point. Buffy's body shuddered as the wave of orgasm crashed over her. They lie there in the silence of their breathing for a few moments.
Faith kissed Buffy's forehead. "And, remember, I don't like that pulpy orange juice."
Buffy smacked Faith in the arm. Then she smiled. "It's a small price to pay." She pulled her pants back on.
Faith handed her the sports bra. "You may want this." She folded up the mat and put it back on the shelf, then studied the cage. "Now we're just subject to remain here until-"
Buffy stood up and opened the door. "Until, when?"
"But it... but you... it..."
Buffy shrugged. "I said it was shut, I didn't say it was locked." She pulled Faith to her feet.
"You are strange. Twisted and strange." She grabbed Buffy and kissed her. "Twisted and strange, and I still love you."
Buffy grinned and squeezed her slayer in a hug. "Good thing."
They headed out to the hallway.
Faith glanced at Buffy's "tattoo". It was nearly gone. "Looks like your tattoo was a gyp."
Buffy looked at it. "Oh well. Yours will have to do for the both of us."
"Oh, come on, you could get one that says, ‘I worship the goddess Faith.'"
"Of course. Or I could just, um, run my tongue all over your body. Whichever works for you."
"Can we please go home now? I'm hungry. And about this tongue thing..."
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