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Timeless Faith	By : norwalker Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3106 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Timeless Faith

By Norwalker

Part 12 of ?

Rating : R for language, sexual situations and violence.

Category: Romance/Angst/Drama

Disclaimer: Most, if not all of the characters depicted here are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Inc. and Fox. This is a work of fiction; any similarities to anyone living or dead are purely coincidental.

Summary: Third in a series of stories started with " Summer of faith" and continued in "Seasons of faith". In the last book, Buffy died fighting Glorificus, the Hell goddess. This book picks up where that book ended. How does Faith deal with the loss of Buffy? How does life change for the scoobies? Buffy will be with them always, but is there more to it than just memories? Stay tuned.

Spoilers: Possible season 6 and season 7 spoilers. Hope you've watched them by now.

Timeline: Season 6, maybe season 7 and beyond( don't know yet).

WARNING: There is always the possibility of major character death. Romance between members of the same gender(duh). Sexual situations between members of the same gender. This is an Alternate Universe (AU) story. The real(by the series 'coda' ) relationship between Buffy and Faither her happened here. So if you're looking for the dark, knife wielding, don’t give a crap about nothing but me Faith, She's not here.(ok, bit of an exaggeration, as we all know by now that Faith redeemed herself, but the "dark, evil" Faith never got a chance to live here). Violence happens. Adult themes( someday, I plan on being one, too). Sexual situations. All the usual stuff.

" Hi, sweetie," Willow calls out, entering her and Tara's apartment, " I'm home!"

Not getting an answer, Willow walks into the kitchen to put away the stuff she's carrying, She's probably out running an errand or something. Though I told her I'd get the stuff she wanted. Willow unloads the stuff from one bag, putting the contents in the refrigerator. She unloads the other bag, which has the magic supplies Tara requested. She puts those on the kitchen table. Wonder what kind of spell she's going to perform? Strange mixture of ingredients. She shrugs. Nothing nearly as strange as the things she's had to pick up in the last few days. I swear, why do those black market types always go for the creepy places? I get the wiggins going to those shops. But if I'm gonna do that spell, I need the stuff. It's just gross… glad I decided to rent a locker to keep that f inf in. If Tara ran across it, she'd freak! Heck I know what it's for, and I kinda shiver. Eeew.

She walks towards the bedroom, figuring she'll lie down and take a nap til Tara returns. She notices a light on in the bedroom.

"Tara, honey?" Willow calls out, " Is that you?" She doesn't get an answer, and starts to get worried. She backs up, quietly… hoping to get to the phone or something to call help… or run… run sounds really good, too… but what if Tara's in there… hurt… god… she's just about halfway to the phone when a voice calls out.

" In here, Willow" Tara's voice calls out. It has a strangely flat quality to it. Willow sighs, relieved. She walks back towards the bedroom.

Tara is sitting on the bed, which is mostly covered in clothes. Her clothes. There're a couple of suitcases open on the bed, and a box or two sitting on the floor. Tara doesn't look up when Willow enters, instead she seems focused on a point on the floor. Willow takes in the scene, and her brow gets furrowed.

Then she sees the Inconcessus quod ignotus veneficus on the bed, and her stomach starts to do flip-flops. She thought she hid that well, but here it's sitting in plain sight. She realizes this isn't good, and it's getting worse by the moment. She walks in, trying to read Tara's expression, but Tara's face is a mask.

" Tara, honey, I can explain that…." Willow starts , but Tara, sounding deeply tired, cuts her off.

"Willow, it's not the book. Even though WHY you're bringing something that dangerous and evil in here, without telling me… ok, that really scares me, " Tara says, her voice sounding more tired than angry, " but that's not the reason I'm leaving you".

" You.. You're leaving me?" Willow says, her stomach turning to hot lead, "Tara, why? I love you, Tara, we can work this out, I know we can."

" I love you too, Willow" Tara says, turning towards her. Her eyes are sad, her smile wistful, " but that isn't enough. I love you, and I know you love me, as much as you can. But … I don't trust you anymore, Willow."

"Tara!" Willow cries, going over and knee bef before her, " I'd never… ever cheat on you honey. I love you with all my heart!".

"Willow, this isn't about cheating… at least, not what I think you mean, " Tara says. She changes tack, " Willow, where've you been going at night?"

" I told you, Tara, " Willow says, " I've joined a computer users group on campus. We meet 3 times a week."

" They called me a few days ago, Willow, " Tara says, " actually, they called you. They wondered if you were coming back to the group, " Tara's voice takes on an edge of disappointment, " evidently you went to a couple of meetings, but then dropped out. They really wanted you to continue, because they saw you had lots of knowledge… that's why they called".

Willow looks down at the floor, unable to meet Tara's eyes. Tara looks at her, and her expression is a mixture of hurt, betrayal and sadness. She sighs.

"Where've you been going , Willow?" Tara asks again, giving her another chance to own up.

" I… I've been doing research, " Willow says, realizing she better own up, " on magic".

"From this?" Tara asks, pained, " this book is evil, Willow. I just glanced through it, and it… goddess, it sickens me."

" I was looking for something, " Willow says, " something important."

"What, Willow?" Tara asks, " What's so important that you resort to something like that" She points at the volume, not even wanting to touch it.

" I… I…." Willow says, then she looks down, " I can't tell you."

" Lying… and keeping secrets from me, " Tara says, her voice suddenly growing angry, " let me guess… It has something to do with Buffy, doesn't it?"

" Just because I'm patient with you, Willow, doesn't mean I'm an idiot… or a fool" Tara says, a little bitterly.

"TARA!" Willow exclaims, " Goddess, I never thought that!"

" Maybe not, but you treat me like one, Willow, " Tara says, " Don't you think I know about your… obsession with Buffy? Don't you think I know you love Buffy? Maybe more… probably more … than you love me!" Tara's tone is definitely bitter now.

"Tara, that's not true!" Willow says, hone one firm and resolute." That simply isn't true."

" Then why has it been " Buffy, Buffy, Buffy" since she jumped into that portal!" Tara asks, hotly. She calms her tone, and continues, " I'm not saying you shouldn't mourn your friend, Willow, but you're way over the line."

"What're you talking about, Tara?" Willow says, getting angry, " I don't understand this at all."

" Willow, from the moment Buffy died, you campaigned to get into that house" Tara says, quietly but firmly, " You couldn't accept that Buffy left Dawn's care with Faith. It bothered you, really bothered you. Then, once Faith invited you in, you started to try to drive a wedge between Faith and Dawn. First you second guess Faith on every decision she made about Dawn. You did you're best to undermine her authority with Dawn".

" Not true, so not true, " Willow responds, " I just felt at times she was being too harsh on Dawn, and said so."

" If so, you should've done it in private, not in front of Dawn!" Tara says, " But that's not all. The next thing you did was start subtly suggesting to Dawn that Faith was a drunk."

" I found the empty bottles, Tara!" Willow says, " and I never ever said that to Dawn."

" Out and out said it? No… but you implied it nonetheless, " Tara replies, " and if she was drinking, so what? Did she once ever get drunk in front of Dawn? No. Did she ever once fail to do what she had to do to take care of Dawn? No! She never drank in front of Dawn, and she never was drunk in front of her. She had a problem, yes, but she also took care of it, not letting it affect Dawnie, " Tara says, " And hell, Willow, the woman was grieving. She was devastated by Buffy's loss. She was barely hanging on. But she did, every day, and tried to make it as good for Dawn as she could."

" That's no excuse for that behavior" Willow says, " She should've tried harder."

" My god, Willow, how cold is that?" Tara says, upset, " I hope you're friends are a little more forgiving when you foul up… because you've pulled some good ones, too!"

" Like what?" Willow says.

" Oh, like bringing back Buffy wrong, and trying to pin it on Faith, " Tara says," Or, how about when you accused Faith of molesting Dawn? Think I didn't know about that one, did you?" Tara says pointedly. Willow reddens. Tara continues, " Why is it you didn't notice that Dawn was stealing… and nearly accused Faith of beating her? Shall I go on?" Tara says, acerbically.

" Ok, I made mistakes, and so did Faith, " Willow says, defensively "what's the point?"

" The point is, you haven't stopped. You're still fixated on Buffy," Tara says, " You won't let it go. That's why I wanted US out of there… because I was hoping getting you away from Buffy, even if only by distance, would stop this obsession you have with her," Tara pauses, "but it hasn't. You have a blind spot when it comes to Buffy… something you just won't see."

" What's that ?" Willow asks.

" She's… she's not going to feel what… you feel for her. She's not going to love you in that way" Tara says, feeling sad and somewhat resentful at the same time. She says quietly, almost inaudibly, " I wish… you felt that way about me."

The veil seems to lift from Willow's mind. She looks at Tara, how sad she is, how… and realizes she caused this. Something else she fucked up. She goes to Tara, and holds her by the shoulders.

" Tara … No! No, no , no, no!" Willow says, " God, Tara, you're… you're the one I love, … I …love you! You're the only one I love, Tara" Willow pleads, " Don't you understand that? Can't you see that?"

"How can I see that? When everything you do contradicts that?" Tara says, mournfully. " I'm not saying you don't love me, Willow. You love me as much as I think you're able to love me. But… I'm number 2 in your life. This wasn't always so, Willow. For a long time, before Buffy died, I was number one. You made me feel like number one. But when she died, something happened to you. Something changed in you. I tried to convince myself it was grief, anguish over losing your closest, dearest friend. I really did. I did everything I could to support you. I even went along with resurrecting her, though I knew it was wrong. I guess I hoped that if she were back, things would go back to how they were. That she'd stop consuming you. I didn't see. That you're feelings had changed, Willow. That I no longer was number one, she'd taken my place."

"That's not true! That's not true!" Willow says, desperately, " I… I admit I've been obsessed. But it's not what you think, Tara. No one is more important to me than you, Tara. No one!" Willow sinks to her knees, wrapping her arms around Tara's legs, leaning against her. Her eyes are filled with tears, her body heaving with sobs, " Tara… please, baby, please. You're the most important thing in my life. You… you're the only thing that is real to me. Please, baby, don't leave me… don't leave me!"

Tara looks down at Willow sadly, " I wish I could believe you, Willow, I do, " She says, " But you're doing stuff that says it's not so. You're lying to me, sneaking out behind my back. I thought you were laying off the magicks. But you're doing them secretly, using the dark arts" Tara says, pointing at the Inconcessus quod ignotus veneficus . " Tell me , please, Willow, how can I believe you?".

"I'm… I'm trying to restore Buffy's memory" Willow confesses, " I'm trying to bring her back to the way she was before she died."

" Willow, wasn't what we did enough?" Tara says, her expression pained as if hurt, " We… performed a ritual that was forbidden. We brought her back, but she was wrong… she couldn't remember who she was. Haven't we caused enough pain? Even Mr. Giles …you told me Mr. Giles said how dangerous what we did was. How…how can you be thinking of doing something else? Something that might make it worse?".

"I have to do this, Tara, " Willow says emphatically, " It's important. Please, you have to trust me on this. It's very important!".

Tara kneels down, holding Willow by the shoulders, trying to look in her eyes. " Tell me, Willow, why? Why is it so important? Why do you have to do this? The truth, Willow… why?" Tara looks directly in her eyes.

" I've… done something bad," Willow says, defensively, like a child, " Something awful. If I don't bring Buffy back to what she was…it could… things could get really bad. You gotta believe me, Tara, I'm doing this because I've got to do it!"

"What, Willow? What've you done that's so bad, you have to resort the black arts to fix it? Tell me, Willow!" Tara says.

"Tara… I…." Willow starts to tell her, then Giles' warning comes into her he&quo"… this is our secret. You can't tell anyone. You have to pretend things are normal. Telling them now will only panic them. Once we know more, then we'll tell them together" . She looks down and says, " I … can't tell you".

Tara releases Willow's shoulders and stands up. She walks toward the bed, and says quietly, " I'm sorry, Willow. I really am, " She starts collecting her things up to pack them, " I can't live this way. I don't think this is going to work anymore".

" You're leaving me" Willow says, her tone dead. She realizes the truth.

" I'm sorry, " is all Tara replies.

Willow, knowing she's lost, knowing her life is crumbling, can't say more. Can't think more. She gets up, and stumbles into the living room. Somehow, she finds the couch, and sits.

And stares at the floor.

Morning is just breaking over Sunnydale when Faith makes her way to the backyard. She is dressed in a black Ki, and stands in the grass, facing the rising sun. Making a ritual bow to the sun, she begins her Tai Chi.

Faith has never been a morning person; yet since Buffy's death, she's used the morning to try to center herself for the day. While Buffy was gone, she used it to get through the day without breaking down. The gentle physical movements combined with the mental and spiritual 'cleansing' she would help her focus on the day, let her concentrate on doing her work and taking care of Dawn. In those moments in the morning, she somehow felt a 'connection' with Buffy, even though she was no longer here.

When Buffy returned, she stopped for awhile, but realized she missed it. Missed the cleansing, the focus, and the joy of movement. So lately, she's taken it up again, getting up very early to complete her set before the others awaken. For her, it's a time of peace and contemplation, something she gets little of in the day to day worries of life.

She brings her hands together, and centers herself. Her feet are bare; she loves the feel of the dewy grass between her toes. She begins the stylized, ritualized movements, feeling the energy flowing calmly through her. She's been doing it long enough that she no longer has to think about her next moves, so she's able to concentrate her mental energies inward. She controls her breathing, keeping it steady and calm, and allows her mind to open up, not be constricted by thoughts or feelings, but to just become part of the whole around her. She thinks about nothing in particular; instead she allows her consciousness to release negative energies, freeing her from anger and hurt and pain. She feels a sense of calmness she can use at times of stress. She renews herself mentally, spiritually, and physically.

Unbeknownst to Faith, she's being observed. From the second story window, Buffy is looking out over the backyard, watching Faith go through her ritual. She's been watching for a week now. She can't help herself; everything about Faith fascinates her. She has so many sides, she's so complex; every day I find something new to love.

She has a strong urge to join her downstairs. Ever since she started observing Faith's morning ritual, she's felt a draw to join in. Something deep inside her says that it's something they once shared, but she can't pinpoint it. It doesn't matter, really cause I'd just make a fool outta myself if I tried that. Even so, she's been fighting a yearning to be down there, to try. She knows Faith relishes this time alone, and she doesn't want to intrude, or even let her know she knows about it. She sighs, and decides for now she'll stay up here, just watching.

Things had been happening to Buffy lately; strange and wonderful things. Two weeks ago they'd made love for the first time; the first time in what seems forever.

It was the night after the confrontation with Hank Summers. The fires they had started before he showed up at the door hadn't cooled… they increased. The fight itself had put a damper on things; that night they stayed apart, both exhausted emotionally and spiritually. They weren't ready, not just then. They wanted it to be right, and perfect. So they waited.

That night Buffy had dreams… dreams that seemed so real. She dreamed they were younger, in a small run down little flat in Los Angeles, of all places. And they'd made love for the first time. It was strangely awkward, passionate, and utterly beautiful. She could feel every kiss, every touch. The tastes, the scents all were powerful and real. But overriding it all were the feelings she felt, how much she wanted and needed Faith to touch her, want her. Little odd memories about that night came to her… how beautiful Faith had looked when Buffy opened the door, how they tried to eat dinner, but couldn't make it through dinner, their need was so strong. How Faith had given her a present; a small gold circlet with a blue stone. How she wouldn't take it off, she wanted to wear it while Faith made love to her. It was so real, so real.

She awoke, realizing it wasn't a dream; somehow she knew it'd happened… she knew that just wanting Faith, needing faith had touched deep inside her …and stimulated this memory. And more. Her whole body was aching with desire, her nipples were so hard they rubbed against her pajamas, making things so much worse. She was damp, and needed relief. She tentatively began to touch herself, and her small fires grew larger. She fantasized about her recovered memory, about Faith touching her, and she soon was writhing on the bed, biting her lips to keep from crying out. She was on fire, a conflagration as her fingers worked their magic on herself, pushing her closer…closer, and finally over the edge, her mind shattering into tiny little pieces… then the sweet drowse as she came back to reality… and then a feeling of emptiness. It'd helped, she was able to fall back asleep… but it just made her desire for Faith stronger… her need greater.

The next day was torture for her. When she saw Faith the next morning, she had to fight a desire to rip her clothes off of her. She knew Faith had to go to work, Dawn had to be at school, and she had a million things to do… because she planned on making tonight extremely special for Faith. So special, so wonderful, that Faith couldn't resist her. She smiled at the thought, and her body began to ache all over again. Damn how am I gonna make it through the day?

Before Dawn left for school, she cornered her and arranged for Dawn to stay over at Janice's house that evening. Normally, getting Buffy to agree to let Dawn stay over at Janice's was like pulling teeth, so of course when Buffy volunteered she should, Dawn's eyebrows shot up in surprise… and suspicion. She pretty much sussed out what was up, but despite a twinge of jealousy, she decided to take this and run; she knew it wasn't going to be too often when Buffy wouldn't fight about her staying out overnight. She also knew being home wouldn't stop what was going to happen. She agreed.

Faith had spent a very sleepless night herself. Despite her exhaustion, her mind was on that afternoon, on the couch, Buffy in her arms, kissing up a storm. She felt all the old desires flaming inside her, and she wanted more than anything to go to Buffy. But she sensed that it would've gone badly if she had. So, instead she spent the night staring at the ceiling, until pure exhaustion dragged her over the edge into sleep.

The next morning hadn't been much better. Buffy managed to brush against her at every conceivable opportunity. What normally would seem like innocent touches became heavily weighted. Dammit, Faith, you're just imagining things. Yet, why did Buffy seem to press against her that morning, and Faith had been so aware of it? Or… that Buffy's hand ' accidentally' brushed against her bottom? And was Buffy wearing scent this morning, because Faith kept catching a whiff of it as Buffy passed her.

But the worst(or best) of it had been just before she was ready to leave. She had taken her lunch out of the refrigerator, and placed it on the counter, when two arms pinned her against it. She turned, and Buffy was right up on top of her, her body molding against Faith's. Faith felt her heart start to thump inside her, as Buffy's lips whispered a fraction of an inch from her ear, " Don't even think about being late tonight". She felt Buffy's warm breath tickling her ear… then didn't care because Buffy's warm lips were on hers in a very deep, passionate kiss. When the kiss broke, both a little breathless, Buffy's hand slid down Faith's front, pausing briefly on her breast and squeezing it. Faith nearly stopped breathing, but the rest of her body reacted to the touch. Buffy held her in place a minute longer, her eyes looking deeply into Faith's. Then she backed up, letting Faith pass… but not before she not so gently squeezed Faith's buttock. Needless to say, Faith's mind wasn't on work that day. Even Xander noticed she was a bit 'off ' today, and came over to inquire about it. But Faith put him off, just saying she'd had a bad night … sleep and all … which was true enough. She suspected, however, that Xander suspected… he got that special look in his eyes when he thought about Faith and Buffy together… god, MEN! Uh, huh, like I wasn't drooling just a little bit thinking of Buffy…uh, huh.

Even before Faith opened the door to the house, she sensed something's different. It's quiet… too quiet. Faith feels uneasy, her stomach clenching. Something's happened, she thought to herself. She quietly reached for the knob, and let herself in, trying to be as silent as possible.

The living room lights were off… but it's lit by candles…lots and lots of candles… scented candles, as the soft sweet fragrance wafted to her nose. Music was playing very softly in the background, light jazz… Faith was a little taken aback, and a little dazzled. She was still taking it all in, when seemingly out of nowhere, Buffy appeared.

Faith heard a gasp, and realized it's her own. Buffy's a vision… she was wearing a soft just off the shoulder white blouse, the first button open…suggestive, but not overly bold. Her skirt was loose fitting, pleated, and came to just above her knee…also white. She wore the strappy sandals Faith adored on her. Her makeup was demure, just a touch of pink to her lips, and maybe a little extra attention paid to her eyes, to bring them out. Her hair just seemed to fall onto her shoulder in golden waves. Small gold hoops adorned her ears, and around her neck was a gold chain, with a pendant made up of two hearts entwined… the one Faith had given her on her 18^th birthday. Faith stared at it, surprised. Where'd she find that? I thought I hid it.

Buffy noticed Faith's inordinate interest in her necklace, and blushed lightly.

" I found it in my room. I … noticed you engraved it, and it was for me… I hope you don't mind me wearing it?" Buffy said, softly, " It's so pretty." She nervously fingered the pendant.

" N—No…it's… you're so .. beautiful" Faith whispered huskily, " Just… surprised by all this" She said, looking around.

" You like?" Buffy asked softly, almost shyly. Her face revealed how much she wants Faith to like it, all of it.

" Very much, I like" Faith said, her voice soft, but carrying a lot of meaning." Very much" She repeated.

Buffy came up to her, laying her head on Faith's shoulder. " You think I'm beautiful?" She purred softly.

Faith's senses were overwhelmed by the cuddly closeness of Buffy. The scent of orange and vanilla filled her nostrils, and the soft vibrations of nervous sexual tension filled her body. Buffy was sooo close, felt so good, smelled so nice. Wisps of her silken hair tickled lightly against Faith's cheek and lips… If Faith wasn't already enraptured by the small blonde slayer, she surely was ensnared now. Unable to help herself, Faith put her nose to Buffy's bare shoulder, inhaling the soft powdery scent of her skin. It did more to make her intoxicated than a dozen tequila shooters could do. She stood there, invigorated and helpless, under the soft spell of Buffy's sweet feminine magic.

" You're more than beautiful, B," Faith whispered, her voice low and soft, sultry and husky with desire. Her hands, as if possessed by a will of their own, reached up and gently pulled the blonde woman closer to Faith. " I adore you, Buffy" She said softly.

Buffy nuzzled closer to Faith, her warm breath lightly caressing across the sensitive skin of Faith's neck. Her lips so close, the gently tickle the hollow of her throat. She said, in a throaty, sensual voice, " I love you too, Faith. So much it aches… I ache for you". Her lips touched Faith's throat, sending hot sparks through Faith, causing her to feel a dampness in her most private part. Buffy reached around Faith, pulling her closer, her body nearly melting into Faith's.

After what seems like hours, but is only seconds, Faith gently pulled away from Buffy, who softly whimpered at the loss of contact. She held Buffy by her shoulders… her soft, warm, bare shoulders god, faith, stop it, or you're gonna cum right now and she looks deeply into Buffy's soft , hazel eyes.

" Are you sure, Buffy?" Faith asked, " I love you no matter what. We don't have to, if you're not ready, baby".

" Oh, God Faith do you even need to ask?" Buffy said, her voice breathy. She gently took one of Faith's hands, and guided it up under her skirt. Buffy put it against her panties, which are already damp with desire. Faith looked at her, amazed and pleased. A tiny little smirk touched her lips, and Faith began to softly rub Buffy. Buffy eyes were half closed, her mouth went slightly slack, and her breathing came out in small, panting gasps.

" Faith, please no.. I want it to be special…oh… yessss. God…mmmm…" Buffy panted, her knees weakening, she collapsed against Faith. Faith just gently doer, hr, her fingers working their sexual magic on Buffy. Buffy's helpless against it, holding onto Faith for support.

" No…yessss…nooo…please, Faith" Buffy said, her lips wet, her eyes hooded, she looked at Faith. Faith lowers her lips to Buffy, and kissed her , as her fingers did their magic. Buffy's hips began to grind against Faith's hand, and the fingers slipped inside, making it all the more heated and intense. Faith puts her free arm around Buffy, holding her close, and Buffy is writhing in her arms, her excitement pushed to the fever pitch. Her panting has changed to moans, as she felt her orgasm building within her. Faith's fingers move faster against her, and Buffy whimpered out Faith's name, and she lightly bit on Faith's shoulder as she's overwhelmed in intense madness, her mind being shoved over the cliff of her first orgasm of the night. Her face flushed red, her eyes closed, her moans escape her. Faith holds her close and tight as the tremors rush through Buffy. Faith smiles, seeing the pleasure written on Buffy's face. She holds her as Buffy's moans soften to whimpers, then to coos. She ran her hands over Faith , touching, needing to touch her. She snuggled closer, Faith enclosing her in her arms. Buffy leaned her head against Faith, and started to sob. Faith looked at her, a bit worried.

" Buffy? B? Are you ok, baby?" Faith asks, concerned.

" Oh, yes, oh yes, so … so ok" Buffy whispered, the tears overflowing, " God, Faith… I adore you so much" She leaned up and kissed Faith, it's tender and passionate at the same time, her tongue caressed Faith's. They broke the kiss, and look at each other, into each others eyes. Without words, Faith lifted Buffy into her arms, Buffy threw her arms around Faith's neck, nuzzling against her. Buffy's lips were on Faith's neck, gently kissing her, nibbling on her soft flesh. Faith, her breathing becoming more ragged, little pulses of fire rushing directly to her center, carried Buffy upstairs.

Faith gently put Buffy down on the bed. At first Buffy won't let go of her, kissing her neck, throat and face insistently, her warm lips melting Faith into a pool of warm feelings and emotions. Buffy began to fumble with Faith's buttons, trying to get her naked. Faith smiled at her, and caught her hands, kissing each on the palm. She straightened up, and unbuttons her shirt, revealing her tank top beneath. Buffy can see Faith's excitement as her nipples are hard, poking proudly out from her breasts. Impatiently, Buffy leaned over and started on Faith's belt, unbuckling it, going for the buttons on her jeans. Being this close, she could smell Faith's arousal. She slid Faith's jeans over and off her hips, where they pooled at her ankles. Buffy's pleased to see Faith's panties in a similar state to her own. She impulsively leaned in and kisses Faith's center, through the silky fabric, and is rewarded by a shuddering sigh from Faith.

Faith gently pushed the eager woman back, and started to undress her. in seconds it seems she's removed Buffy's blouse and skirt, and is rewarded by the sight of Buffy's lean, compact body. The small breasts with the pink nipples pointing up, so very erect… her trim little waist and flare of her hips. Faith knelt down, and removed her sandals, running her fingers down Buffy's leg in a way that made her shiver in pleasure and anticipation. She brought Buffy's foot to her mouth, and gently sucks on her toes, watching as Buffy lay back, sighing softly. Faith smiled, and got up, sitting on the bed to remove her boots.

As she pulled them off, she felt someone come up behind her. Slightly roughened hands reached around her, and gently cupped her breasts. Faith, letting out a contented sigh, let her last boot drop on the floor, as Buffy's thumbs gently rubbed over her already achingly erect nipples. She leaned back against Buffy, and Buffy kissed her, continuing to play with her breasts. She was in heaven, and Buffy was her angel. Buffy lowered her softly to the bed, and Faith chuckled at the eagerness with which the smaller woman attacks her.

Her laughter turned into mewling moans as Buffy worked her magic upon Faith. She seemed to be everywhere at once, and Faith felt the fires building in her tummy. Her hands, fingers, lips and mouth celebrated Faith's soft sensual beauty, worshipping at each little tender spot. Faith felt the fires spreading throughout her as Buffy's manipulations push her further and further. Kisses and nibbles, bites and licks all turned Faith into one huge mass of nerve endings. Buffy fingers found her secret places, making her body writhe in pure wanton pleasure. Faith's musky arousal fills the air as Buffy nudged, pushed and finally threw Faith over the edge of her orgasm. Again and again Faith felt as if her brain was exploding, her body thrashing with abandon. Her moans had turned to screams as she forgot where she was, who she was, what she was. For awhile it's all a beautiful nothingness, and then she felt herself falling and coalescing once more, Buffy's arms holding her as she trembled and shook. She looked into the soft hazel orbs of Buffy's eyes, and saw the love shining within. She captured Buffy's lips with her own, and they shared a tender, loving kiss.

After that they made love for what seems like forever, each not wanting to stop, each needing the touches and kisses of the other. Giving and taking, their bodies moved against each other in delightful, sweet friction, murmurs, moans and screams pierced the darkness. After hours, or has it been days? Or only minutes, they rested. They couldn't go on, each was exhausted. The fires had cooled, but still burn within. They are not sated, their thirst not nearly quenched. But they rest, holding each other, their bodies tightly spooned, as if the thought of separation is too terrible to stand.

Buffy felt Faith's breathing become more regular, and then heard tiny little snores as Faith falls into slumber. Buffy's body was tired…beyond tired, but her mind was active. It wouldn't let her drift off. Images seemed to flow through her brain, some beautiful, some sweet, others dark, terrible and frightening.

She saw the form of a man in front of her, but the face… the face wasn't human, it resembles more a bat than a man. The voice was mellifluous though, and it enthralled her. She couldn't move, though she wanted to run. She couldn't raise her weapon… she's helpless. She heard his voice, but not his words, then felt the bite… a sharp pain, followed by a dizziness and then darkness… darkness that enfolded her until she felt herself choking…and looking up into the worried eyes of ... Xander … and … Angel? She sat up, feeling weak and strong…and the image shifted.

She was in bed, Angel's face over her, kissing her. She wants it, needs it. She felt him inside her… it's pain, then pleasure… her heart bursting with love…she held him, and she felt him cum inside her, and she cums, the moment sweet, special… She was holding him in the post coital glow. Then he's gone , she's alone. The next time she saw him, it's all different. She can feel the hate spreading off him in waves, the evil burns like fire. They were fighting, fighting, swords clashing…at the moment she's going to run him through, something happens… he … changed again, his …soul?… was restored. But it's too latey toy too late… Acathla?… was awakened, he's about to destroy the world. She kissed Angel, and then ran him through. It felt as if she's pierced her own heart.

Buffy felt the fear run through her. She gently disengaged herself from Faith, pulling slowly away so to not disturb her. She feels cold, and the icy hand of terror grips her heart. She has to get away from here…

She grabbed her robe, and made her way downstairs. She sat on the couch, and leaned back, her breathing shallow and panicked. Something was happening, something she couldn't understand. She's too afraid to call out, her voice choked in her throat. She sat, as the images flashed in her mind.

She's in a diner, somewhere… she seemed to think it's L.A. Everything was gray…she's a waitress, she thought, because she's carrying an order. The customers seemed to treat her like one, so it must be one. Gray, all she saw were shades of gray. Sounds are muted. Then the door opens, and Faith walked in…and color seeped back into her world. Faith seemed to have a vibrancy, a vitality that touched everything around her. She's so young, and looked so … hard… but somehow she touched Buffy deep inside…and the image shattered before her.

The images came more quickly now… of friendship turning to love, of lovemaking, of fights, of hurts… shared danger, it seemed to bombard her. Too fast. TOO FAST. She let out a gasp, and falls over on the couch. She curled into a ball, whimpering. She's afraid, and alone. So alone.

" Buffy?" Faith called out softly, seeing Buffy curled on the couch.

"Faith" Buffy called out, her voice is small, afraid. " Help me, please help me".

"B? What is it, honey?" Faith said, coming over to Buffy and sitting next to her on the couch. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Hurts, " Buffy cried softly, " pictures, so many pictures running through my head. Hurts." She whimpered.

"Shhh… it's ok, B, it's ok" Faith purred softly, trying to soothe the anxious woman. She felt protective and helpless simultaneously… something was happening to Buffy… something big. All she could do was hold her.

And love her.

She sits, watching Faith going through her ritual, smiling. Since the night they made love, things have been coming back… little things, big things…there are still big holes, but she remembers things. She feels calmer. She's beginning to remember Dawn, how much Dawn annoys her, how much she loves her… it's as if something inside her is dribbling out her life to her, in tiny chunks…better than the first night, which frightened her so badly. Now it's something will just make a connection in her, and she remembers. She feels more comfortable in her skin, more sure of herself, than since… ever.

Poor Faith. She's been so patient… just letting me be. God how she's been hurting… and I'm just seeing it now. How could I not remember her? How could I not see…? I don't know why she stuck. She coulda run… but she stuck. Because, Dope, she loves you. Don't you get that, yet? You gotta let her know how much you love her, every day, Buffy. Every day. She deserves more than you, better than you. So you better let her know how special she is.

I remember now… I showed her that. Taught her that. I learned it from Angel . She pauses, thinking about Angel… heartache and joy. Sorrow and pain… so much pain. She sighs. She made fun of it… and me, at first. Then she got into it, really got into it… and so surpassed me in it. I just wish we could move together like that, again. She told me at one time we were equal. That we could just know what the other would do… not like that now. I wish it were like that now.

Buffy decides she'll just go down and quietly slip out on the back porch. I won't bug her… just watch. She just wants to be closer… being closer to Faith has become very important to her. For all Faith gives her, shows her, she still senses Faith holds back some stuff. Keeping something apart. Maybe I'm not ready… I'll just wait. Someday, she'll be ready to tell me.

She starts downstairs, yawning a little as it's still really early. She's just about ready to head towards the back door when the phone rings. She's a little annoyed. Who's calling at this hour? She walks to the phone and picks it up.

"Hello?" she says, and listens.

As the phone call proceeds, her face pales a little. She says a word now and then, but mostly listens.

" Ok, we'll be there. As soon as we can" She hangs up the phone, looking at it as if it bit her.

A voice floats down to her from upstairs. " Buffy, who was that on the phone?", Dawn calls from upstairs.

Buffy looks up, for a second seeming not to understand what was said. " Never mind, Dawn, just get dressed. We gotta go" She calls back upstairs.

Dawn appears at the top of the stairs, " Buffy, what's going on?" She calls down.

" I'll explain on the way. Just get dressed, " Buffy says, looking up.

Dawn is about to argue, but sees Buffy's expression. She turns, and heads for her room. To dress.

Buffy goes out back, and sees Faith finishing up. She calls out to her, " Faith, come inside. We gotta go!"

Faith looks at Buffy, surprised. Buffy's using a tone she hasn't used since… since before. She sees her expression, and a small knot of anxiety curls up in her stomach.

" B? What is it? What's going on?" Faith asks, concerned.

" Giles just called. We gotta go to the hospital" Buffy says. She tries to keep her tone neutral, but some worry spills through.

"What happened?" Faith asks, getting more concerned.

" It's Willow, " Buffy says, " Something happened to Will."

To be continued.
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Timeless Faith

Timeless Faith