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Seasons of Faith	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4355 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Seasons of faith

Chapter 20

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Obsession.

There was no other way to describe Spike's mind-set when it came to the slayers. With one slayer in particular. One small, blonde slayer.

His obsession with the blonde slayer had grown over the last year. When He and Dru had first come to Sunnydale, his thought was to kill the slayer. Like he'd done with two previous slayers. But this one was different. She had friends. She had ties to the world. In his 150 years, he'd never seen something like this. It made her hard to kill, very hard.

The addition of ANOTHER slayer didn't help matters, either. And the other slayer also seemed to be more than any previous slayer. A near match for the blonde one. When Buffy dusted Drusilla, he swore vengeance. He'd been insane with grief and rage. He'd grown an obsession with Buffy… he swore he'd have her, and her damned partner.

He'd failed in his attempts to do them in. As time passed, he began to care less about that. His obsession mutated. Unlike Angel or Darla, who were but the cruelty of their demons, Spike was something more. Some of his human self had carried over. Much like Drusilla, his sire. Don't get me wrong; there is no question about it. He's evil. Spike loved the blood and violence. He was a consummate vampire. He loved the kill, the lust, and the suffering he inflicted.

But it was more than that for him. Spike liked this world. He enjoyed what it had to offer him. Unlike Angel, he was not a 'visionary' of violence. Violence was fun, it was gratifying. But it was not a passion. He was more the street fighter to Angel's mastery of destruction. The passion to Spike was the whole thing. The living in this world. As he once put it to Buffy when he strangely allied himself with her against Angel and Drusilla, "…The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here…". When he got his chip, he was forced to relate to humans in a different way. Unlike the others of his group, he was capable of change. Not that he wanted to. Not that it was choice. It was forced upon him. But change he did.

Let's not get crazy here. Spike is not up for sainthood. But not being able to feed in the conventional way, having to interact with people…something he would normally only do to get their blood, forced him to view things differently. Forced him to think of not just his own desires, but also of what he did, and how it affected others. He was rather a slow learner in lots of respects, but he gradually learned basic interaction.

So, what has that to do with his feelings towards the slayers, and in particular, Buffy? Well… it's said the line between hate and love is very narrow indeed. Usually, people go from love to hate. But then, Spike isn't usual, is he? It seems his burning desire to destroy the flaxen slayer transformed into something else. Love? It can be hardly called that… well, not as we understand love. But his feelings changed, softened. He still wanted the slayer…but in a different way.

I wish I could say it was pure lust. It would be easier for everyone if it were a simple desire to conquer and have. But it was more than that. Seeing her suffering over her mother, seeing how she was trying to do right by Dawn, even if not her sister, seeing how she tried to protect her friends and loved ones from harm, all had a profound effect on him. I suppose in his weird and twisted way, it was love. He was obsessed by her, she dominated his thoughts. And, he wanted to protect her, and those he loved. No one can say that Spike is simple.

So, what was he to do? He couldn't fight along side her. It was pretty obvious to anyone what SHE felt for him. But, that didn't mean he couldn't contribute. Even, possibly, do what needed to be done. Find the Bitch God, and pound her back into whatever dimension she was from. So, bit by bit, he formed his own plan to confront Glory. He decided that he had the best shot at stopping her.

He was going to do it. He was going to stop Glory, defeat her. Save Buffy, Dawn, and even Faith and the scoobies. He would be a hero in her eyes. He would save the day!

Kinda sad, huh?
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Buffy Summers just didn't get it.

"I swear, no matter how long I live with Faith( forever and a couple days after would be great, if your listening up there PTB), I'm so nevergonna understand her. Ever since mom's …." Buffy stopped, mentally clenching her fists …trying to fight off another wave of anguish, remorse and worry. Thinking of mom …gone, still cut through her heart."… the funeral, she's been withdrawing. God, why now when I need her most? She like … well, she'll answer when spoken to, but won't like give ideas about how to handle things. She… god, I don't get this one, moved out of our room. Gave me some lame excuse like, since we're facing Glory, she was afraid being cuddly with me would make her lose her edge. She needed her space. Or something. What's that about? I mean, does she really think I bought that? She can lie all she wants; her eyes always give her away. It's something more she aint saying to me. She's avoiding me. She's like here in the mornings, and then… I'm lucky if I see her during the day or evenings. Again the lame-o excuse about working(ok, not lame, but still…) and then going patrolling. Like, she couldn't take an hour to talk? And, she'll be like talking to Dawn, or kidding around with her or something, trying to cheer her up( Dawn, god, a whole 'nother issue there!)…I hear them. But let me walk into the room and boom. It stops. Whatever is going on, it's so over now when I get there. And then she makes some excuse, and is gone as quickly as she can make the door.

I watch her sometimes, when she's around, and when she's not like aware I'm watching her. She looks so…sad, defeated. It breaks my heart to see her that way. I want to just go over and cuddle her, tell her it's gonna be ok, everything. I'll make it ok. But, I know if I go to her, themask'll be back up, and she'll bolt again."

"Ok, I know I've been kinda stand-offish. But I've been dealing with all the stuff. I didn't want her to have to deal with it. I know she's broken up about mom too. I wanted to give her some time to deal. She kept wanting to help, but I thought I could do it better alone…"

A small voice, strange but oddly familiar, whispers in her mind.

"Better alone, Buffy? Is that really it?" The voice says, quietly." Or just afraid?"

"What?" Buffy asks, looking around like there is someone in the room with her. Of course, there's no one.

" Do you really think you'll be better alone?" The voice asks.

"Who are you?" Buffy ask, confused…and maybe a little unnerved." WHERE are you?"

" I'm with you, Buffy. I'm always with you" the voice answers.

" Come out! Whoever's playing this game, get your butt out here!" Buffy says, feeling panic rising. " Face me!! Stop hiding!".

The air shimmers in front of Buffy, and the room darkens…darkens until it's like night. She can smell the scent of sagebrush and sand… the crispness of the air and the moisture so rare in this dry climate. She looks around, and realizes she's not at home anymore… not anywhere near home. The night sky is bright with stars. She takes a step, and can hear the crunch of gravel beneath her boots( Boots? I was wearing sneakers!). She looks, and sees she's dressed for the desert night…jeans, a coat, a heavy shirt and boots(Weird, this so wasn't what I was wearing a minute ago). She looks around, and sees the desert landscape (this so wasn't where I was a minute ago. I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore, Toto). She sees what looks like a bonfire about a couple of hundred yards away. She walks towards it(maybe they'll know where I am). As she walks, the sounds of the desert come to her; the sound of the wind over the sand, the quiet swoosh of the snake as it makes its way across the desert, the howl of a distant coyote… and the quiet. The lack of noise made by man. As she nears the fire, a fear comes to her heart. She's afraid. What'll be here waiting? What'll she find? What'll she find out about herself?

She stops, looking around for something to use as a weapon. She sees a bit of dried wood, not much more than a stick(couldn't someone have thought…weapons? … before we made this little trip?). She picks it up. Not much, but it's what she's got. She walks on, and can now make out a dim figure on the other side of the fire. The figure seems to be moving back and forth, in a rhythm all it's own… almost ritualistic in its look. In her mind a steady hum begins, slowly increasing in volume until it's almost unbearable. She clasps her head, and falls to her knees. The humming stops.

(I've been waiting for you. Stand up)

" Who are you?" Buffy asks. The figure is close now, and appears more distinct. The face emerges, and it's painted in a ritualistic manner. Almost like a mask. The figure is primitive in dress, its hair wild. Buffy's eyes open wider.

"Wait, I know you… you're her. You’re the first slayer!"

The figure nods…all the while looking warily at her.

" You tried to kill me in a dream!"

( I tried to show you your destiny).

" I'm not a killer!" Buffy protests.

( You're the slayer)

" Correction, fashion victim. I'm A slayer. There's another" Buffy says.

( The dark one has the power, but she is not the slayer. YOU are THE Slayer. The Chosen one)

"Nix, girlfriend. Faith has the power, she's chosen also. She was called when Kendra died. Who was called when I died. You following this? It's the Chosen Two, now" Buffy says, a little acidly.

(You're very clever, but you understand so little).

" Ok, obviously that's not getting through. Lets move on. Why am I here?" Buffy asks.

(You called me)

" I so didn't" Buffy says.

(You're heart called me. You're confused. You think you're better alone?)

"Huh?"

( You push away the one who wants to help you. The one who knows you. The one who loves you).

" Uhhh … excuse me? Are you channeling Dr. Laura? I'm not pushing anyone away!" Buffy says, defensively.

The First slayer touches her, at her heart. Then backs off, retreating

( There you have a place you don't let her in. Or anyone. It's your secret place. Where you hide the pain, the darkness. It is there where she needs to be, and where you won't let her).

"Do you think you could vague that up a little for me, please? I almost understood that!" Buffy says.

( You let someone in once. He hurt you because of it. You built a wall, to keep all out. But you keep her out too, and you need her in).

"That's … that's not true!" Buffy says "You're lying, trying to confuse me".

( I'm trying to make you see the truth, Buffy Summers).

"How do you know my name?" Buffy asks

( I know all of you).

Buffy sees in her mind images of generations of slayers. They are fighting, or running, or walking, standing still or lying down, all flash through her mind like a kaleidoscope of colors and images.

( You're all of me, as I'm of you).

" Where's Faith? I didn't see Faith!" Buffy asks

( She is yet to come. It's not her time yet)

"I don't understand" Buffy says

(You're not meant to).

"WHY… AM… I… HERE???" Buffy asks, getting agitated.

(You're pushing away the one who is meant to be with you. She is key to who you are, what you must do. You need to let her in, be fully part of you. But you keep her out. This is changing things. Making things unclear. Before it was clear what will come of this thing you now face. Now, it's become clouded, muddied. Without the other, you cannot do what must be done).

"I've let her in as far as I can. This is all I can do!" Buffy says, feeling she's on trial. " I don't know if I can let anyone in closer".

(Do you love her?).

" Of course I love her!" Buffy says quickly. Too quickly.

(Do you?)

" As much as I can" Buffy feels like it's been wrenched out of her. She hugs herself, feeling alone and cold. " I don't know if I can love anyone. I… I've become so blunted, so hard by this… all of this. I kill things all the time. I have to deal with that. But I … don't know if I can be more than I am. I don't know if I can love, if I have it in me" Buffy says, her voice quietly desperate." I want to love. I need to love, but I don't know if it's there!"

(It's there, Buffy. The love is in you. It's so powerful, so large it's blinding. It's so strong, it's painful. That is why you shy from it … it hurts. It burns. But you must open yourself to it. It's your pain, and it's your strength, this love).

Buffy is exhausted, her nerves singing, her body feeling washed out. She looks at the primitive, the First Slayer, and the question forms in her mind.

"How?"

(Let her in, the one who loves you. She'll guide you to your gift)

"My gift?" Buffy asks, confused." I'm getting a gift? Or giving one?"

(You're gift, Buffy. Remember, it's in the blood. It's a part of who you are).

"I don't understand? The gift…in the blood?" Buffy asks, getting more confused.

(Death is your gift).

"What?" Buffy asks, now totally stumped. "What do you mean? I don't get it!"

( You'll know when you need to).

The flame from the fire grows higher, obscuring the First Slayer. The air begins to shimmer around Buffy.

"Wait, stop. I don't get it. I don't understand it!!!"

Buffy feels like she's being pulled somewhere. The air about her grows very dark… then very bright. She becomes dizzy, then loses consciousness.

She wakes up on the floor of her bedroom. She's dressed as before, in short, a light top and sneakers. She looks around, bewildered and disoriented. She shakes her head, thinking it was just a dream… when sand comes sprinkling out of her hair. She puts her hand to her face, and feels bits of sand clinging to her cheek. It all starts to come back to her, the whole experience. She sits there, her eyes unfocused, as all of it unreels back in her mind. She stands, and turns, looking around. Not believing she's here. Her eyes fall on a picture of Faith and her, that she keeps on the dresser by Mr. Gordo, and the picture of Dawn and her mom. She picks up both pictures…and holds them close. Her chin sinks to her chest, and tears start to come down her eyes. Slowly, her body is shuddering with long held back sobs, and her knees give out. She collapses on the floor, falling slightly against the dresser and knocking over the things on it. They clatter and shatter on the floor, but she isn't aware of it. All she knows is the pain and grief and tears she's been holding back since her mom died is coming out.

Faith, lying in the guest room, gets up when she hears the crash. She runs towards Buffy's room, thinking perhaps Glory has attacked. She's ready for a fight, but not what she sees.

Buffy is on the floor, clutching something tight to her. Her body is shaking with sobs, and her face is flushed and tear-streaked. She looks at Faith, but she can't speak…all that comes out are sobs. Faith rushes to her.

"B… What is it? What's wrong?" Faith says. She squats down next to Buffy, looking her over." Are you hurt?"

"I… I'm so s-s-sorry…." Buffy cries, holding out her arms in supplication. Faith pulls her close, stroking her hair.

"It's ok, baby, it's ok" Faith tries to soothe her, gently rubbing her back." Shhh… Shhh… it's ok"

" I … need … you … so … much… and I've… been …so cold to you" Buffy sobs out, clinging to Faith." I love…you … so much…pleaseee don't leeeeaave me" Faith holds her, trying to hold back her own tears.

"It's ok, baby, it's ok I'm here, I'm here" Faith says, over and over. Dawn walks into the room, looking at them.

"Faith? What's wrong? What's wrong with her?" Dawn asks. Faith starts to ask when Buffy calls out to Dawn.

"Dawn? Dawnie? DAWNIEEEE" Buffy cries out.

"Buffy? Buffeee?" Dawn says, coming to her. Without thinking about all the stuff between them, she instinctively enfolds Buffy in her arms, hugging her. She starts to cry, laying her head on Buffy's shoulder. Faith puts her arm around Dawn, completing the circle.

It's too much for Faith. She tries to hold it together, but her tears take over. The three young women hold on to each other, and for the first time grieve together over what they've lost.

That evening, for the first time, the three sit around the table and talk about what they've been going through. What's on their mind, what they're feeling. Each begins to get a glimmer of what the other is going through. Buffy tried to explain why she'd been so rigid, so trying to keep in control. Why she'd not stopped, but kept running. She was afraid if she stopped, she'd lose it( like, she didn't this afternoon?), lose everything.

"I thought you didn't care, Buffy" Dawn said, hurt evident in her voice. " I thought you … wanted me gone, were tired of me being around. I thought you were glad mom was gone, so you could get rid of me!" Dawn said, her lip starting to quiver.

"God, Dawnie. How could you even think that?" Buffy cried, going over and hugging her. " I love you so much, baby. I … just want to protect you, keep you safe". They hold each other, trying to reinforce a little their sisterly bond. After a bit, Buffy continues," Anyway, with you gone, whom I gonna boss around and torture, huh?" Buffy says, giggling a little. Dawn giggles, and then hugs Buffy even tighter.

Faith watches the two of them, and strangely enough, doesn't feel like an outsider. She's never felt so… much a part of it, as tonight. It wasn't so much the talking, though that helped. It was the way Buffy was acting towards her. She'd check over with her silently before telling Dawn something. Or she'd just look at her. And she'd reach over every once in awhile and just squeeze her hand, for no reason except that she wanted to. Little things to include her, which added up to big things in Faith's heart.

" So, P-nut, is Buffy the only one on the hug list?" Faith asks. Dawn smiles, gets up and goes over to hug Faith. It's a monster of a hug, and they hold it for a bit. Dawn whispers into Faith's ear.

" You know I don't hate you, right?" Dawn says, whispering. " I love you, Faith"

"I love you too, P-nut" Faith shoots back, holding back the tears she feels threatening. She hates getting blubbery, you know.

They talked for awhile more( make that, a few more hours), and finally Buffy declared it was time for Dawn to be in bed.

"Hey, you're not the boss of me" Dawn protested, but it really was more play than anything. She was tired.

" You got that right, P-nut… She's not. I'm your boss" Faith said, grinning.

"No, you're not!" Dawn protested.

"Oh, yeah?" Faith said, her grin turning wicked." I'm older than you, bigger than you…and stronger than you!" Faith gets up, heading towards Dawn. Dawn gets up, backing up.

" You wouldn't" Dawn says, challenging Faith.

Buffy starts to laugh." I wouldn't say that if I were you, Dawnie". She remembers all too well what Faith will do when someone says " you wouldn't!"

Faith just grins, and grabs a squirming Dawn, throwing her over her shoulder in a Fireman's carry. She starts for the stair.

"Let me down! LET ME DOWN!" Dawn is yelling, pummeling on Faith's back. " I'm not a kid!" But all the while, she's giggling.

"Yeah, well, you're sure actin' like a kid" Faith says. " Quit that, you're gonna bruise the merchandise!"

" PUT ME DOWN!" Dawn squeals" I know you're doin this cuz you wanna make out with my sister!"

Faith blushes crimson." What I do with your sister's my business. You, P-nut, are goin to bed, now!" Faith starts up the stairs. Dawn, loving it, waves bye-bye to Buffy and blows kisses.

Buffy, sitting in her chair, is loving it. She's cracking up, nearly falling out of the chair laughing. After awhile, Faith returns to the dining room, arching her back a bit, trying to rub it.

"God, that kid can hit. Are you sure she's not part slayer?" Faith laughs, sitting down.

"Oooo poor Faith. Did my itty bitty sister beat up on the big bad slayer?" Buffy mocks her, giggling.

"Watch it, B." Faith growls, playfully." I can still wipe the floor with your ass".

" You 'n whose army, Faith?" Buffy says, arching her brow." Seems like the last time we went a few round, I got a pretty good smack into your jaw".

" That was just a lucky punch" Faith says, touching her jaw. She had a bruise for a couple days from that lil love tap.

"Well, the makin' up was kinda nice" Buffy says coyly.

" For you, maybe" Faith teases. "Kissin' hurt like hell for a week, as I remember it"

" Does it still hurt?" Buffy asks shyly.

"N- No" Faith responds. Buffy leans in, and gently kisses Faith on the lips. They hold the kiss for a bit, then Faith breaks it off.

"What about us, Faith? Are we good?" Buffy asks, sensing something wrong.

" I want us to be good, B." Faith says, looking at her hands.

" But?" Buffy asks, bracing.

" No buts" Faith starts, then looks at Buffy. " Ok, one but. Angel"

"Angel? What?" Buffy asks, puzzled.

The night of your mom's funeral. When you didn't come home. I was worried, so I went out to look for you. I went by the gravesite, and you were there. With Angel. And you kissed him!" Faith says, upset a little.

" Oh, god, Faith! That…I.. that meant nothing. " Buffy says, flustered." It was so nothing I forgot about it. I was feeling miserable about everything, he was there, and it just happened."

" Why wasn't * I * there, B? You sent me away, saying you wanted to be alone. Then you're gone like forever, and I get all worried, afraid you've been attacked, or hurt, or worse. So, I go looking for you and what do I see? You kissing Angel. Ok, for you no big. For me? Major big!" Faith says, her heart beating fast in her chest.

" I wanted to be alone for awhile, Faith. I did. I stood there, not really believing that what happened, happened. Then I sat down, running my hand over the spot. It wasn't real… it couldn't be real. She was dead. She… she was strong for me, Faith. She … I failed her too, Faith. I didn't keep her alive. I couldn't. My head tells me no one could, but I wasn't THERE , Faith, when she needed me to save her. Don't you see? If I'd been there, maybe I could have saved her! But I wasn't, and she died. Alone." Buffy puts her head in her hands, the tears starting again. "She was all alone when she died, Faith. I wasn't there… I wasn't there…" Buffy starts to sob. Faith reaches out to comfort her, but Buffy shrugs her off. " No, I don't want your sympathy, Faith. I don't deserve it. I failed." Buffy pulls herself together, and sits up." All this was going through my head, while I sat there. And then, after dusk, Angel showed. He sat beside me, held my hand. And all this was going through me. And I… I just needed the touch, Faith. I … we kissed. Briefly. I…I'm sorry Faith, you're right. It should've been you there. I was wrong. I … screwed up. Like so many times before, when I pushed you away. When I needed you so badly. I'm just afraid, Faith. Afraid if I lean on you, or anyone, I'mgonna be weak. Weak when I need to be strong. Weak when you need me, and I'll let you down, afraid of that. And then… if something happens to you, Faith, because I was weak… if I failed you like I failed mom…" Buffy lays her head down on the table. Not crying, just not able to cope with the thought.

Faith looks at the young blonde haired woman sitting next to her. She reaches out, and gently strokes her hair.

"Fail me, B? How could you do that? When I lay in a coma in the hospital, who stayed with me three days straight? They had to drag you outta there, and they could only do that after you were so tired you couldn't fight them. And you came every day, I know that. Red told me, cuz I asked. I was trapped in hell, and couldn't get out… it was only because my angel, you, rescued me that I got out. Even before I knew you, Buffy, even before I knew of you, I knew you. You were the image of the angel that would save me when things got so bad at home."

"Then the next year, B. When Quentin Travers tried to frame me, and kill me. Who came for me? Who believed in me, even when everything seemed to point to me killing my…Paul." Faith shudders, thinking about it." You did. You came to L.A., convinced Angel to help you find me. Saved me from those wet works guys. Pulled me back when I was headed towards hell again. You believed in me when everyone else wasgonna write me off. How'd ya fail me?" Faith is wet eyed." How?"

" You seem to forget you were in a coma cuz you saved me. Protected me, by knocking me silly and taking my place luring the Mayor into that trap. And that you nearly died that day, Faith, trying to protect me" Buffy says, sniffling." I …god, I remember you lying on the ground, broken. I thought…you were dead. I nearly died right there!"

" Yeah, that was kinda dumb" Faith says. Buffy looks at her, surprised. " Not protecting you, B. I meant, wearing those fucking laced-up boots. If I'd worn regular boots, I coulda slipped out and ran like hell" Faith grins." Believe me, I didn't want to die!"

Buffy reaches out, and gently cups Faith's face in her hands." You know I love you, don't you Faith?" Buffy says, softly. " I love you, and ONLY you, precious"

Faith takes Buffy's hands in hers, kissing the fingertips softly. She looks into Buffy's eyes.

" I know, lover. I love you too. I love you so much. But I need to take it slowly. I can't go back to what was Buffy. Not right away. Can't pretend nothing happened. It's crazy, it's not rational. I know you love me. But … it hurt, a lot." Faith says, quietly.

"I'm sorry, Faith" Buffy says, not wanting to let go of Faith. Hoping she'll hold onto her. A single tear rolls down her cheek.

" I know, baby" Faith says. Her heart is aching for Buffy. Damn, she can't help it. Buffy's her drug, and she needs it … now. "Can we stop being mad now, and start kissing?" Faith's voice is low and soft.

She barely gets the words out of her mouth before Buffy is in her lap, arms around her neck, kissing her for all she's worth. Faith feels her head go spinning, then she stops thinking. All she knows are a set of very soft, warm lips are on hers, her lover is in her lap with her arms around her, and her heart is beating faster than hummingbird wings. All she can feel is Buffy's kiss, her tongue invading her mouth. Her hands on her , touching her. All she can hear are Buffy's sighs and soft little pants and moans. All she can smell is the scent of Buffy. She's hooked, bad. She loves it.

Buffy's soft kisses are all over her face, as Buffy softly moans " I love you, I love you Faith I love you" over and over. Her lips find Faith's again, and the kiss is warm, soft, inviting and sensual. Faith gets lost in Buffy. Her scent like fresh oranges and lemons, with a hint of vanilla. Her fingers caressing behind her ears, and her neck. The soft mewling sounds Buffy makes as she kisses and is kissed by Faith.

Faith lifts her and rises from the table. Buffy is in her arms, so warm , so soft. For a brief moment, Faith wonders if Buffy isn't playing her, using her somehow. But she looks at the young blonde woman in her arms, the soft eyes showing her yearning, her love for Faith, the way she cuddles close to Faith, nuzzling her neck, making soft whimpering sounds, and Faith is sure it's not some game. Buffy's warm mouth is kissing her neck, making Faith's knees turn to water. Struggling a little not to fall down right there, she carries her lover upstairs.

When the enter the bedroom, Buffy slides out of Faith's arms, and is tugging and pulling at her clothes, fumbling with buttons and belts and her laces, trying to get her naked as fast as possible!

Faith giggles a little, and says softly" Whoa, B. Slow down, there's time. Not going anywhere". But Faith is getting very flushed and excited by Buffy's insistent urges. It seems like her hands are everywhere, rubbing and caressing her. Buffy is rubbing herself against Faith, increasing the heat. Buffy's lips are on ever bit of exposed skin she can find.

" I want you, I need you so bad" Buffy half growls, half mewls to Faith. Her hands slide under Faith's shirt, running over her tummy and settling on her breasts. Faith feels chills and fire running through her. God, she me wet already, Faith thinks, her breath starting to become ragged and panting.

Faith turns on the other slayer, and starts working on her clothing, her control nearly gone. She's tearing off buttons, nearly ripping the clothing off Buffy(fortunately, not a whole lot to take off). Soon both women are standing naked, holding each other in a passionate embrace as their lips lock in a heated, fervent kiss.

Faith feels Buffy pushing her back towards the bed, and she's kinda in shock. Buffy has NEVER been this aggressive with her before.She…kinda likes it. She feels her knees buckling when they hit the edge of the bed, and she goes over, falling onto her back. In an instant Buffy is on top of her, covering her face, shoulders chest and breasts with hot, wet kisses and licks. Faith feels wonderfully helpless under the older slayer's power over her. She feels Buffy's stake roughened hands wandering over her sides, breasts, hips. She's never been one to cede control before, but she's finding that Buffy being so… insistent, so forceful with her is making her feel so damned hot she's near exploding.

Buffy locks her into a hot kiss, fierce, passionate and demanding. Faith feels Buffy's tongue force it's way into her mouth, taking over and dominating her. Faith sucks on her tongue, drawing it deeper within her. Buffy is rubbing against her, her body creating a magnificent friction, her mound rubbing against Faith's, causing hot sparks to race up her spine and explode in her brain. Buffy breaks the kiss and sits up, eliciting a moan of disappointment from Faith… soon to replaced by happy moans as Buffy begins to suckle on Faith's breasts. Her lips surround the rock hard nipples, her teeth biting into them. Faith moans in pain and pleasure, her hips bucking in response to the icy chills flowing through her blood to her brain. Buffy salves the nipples with her tongue, then bites again, intensifying the feeling. Faith holds Buffy's head close as she continues to work on her breasts, driving Faith wild with desire.

Buffy slides up Faith, her breasts mashing against Faiths, her mouth an inch from Faith's hungry lips. Buffy is panting nearly as hard as Faith as her own heat and desire is stoked by being so near her lover. Faith reaches out and captures Buffy's kiss swollen lips in her own, drawing her into another passionate, feverish kiss. Tongues battle for control, but the blonde is more aggressive, taking over the brunettes tongue and sucking it into her mouth. Faith captures Buffy in her legs, their mounds grinding together in passionate abandon. The roll over, now side to side, and each runs their nails down the others back, each are in the throes of heated animalistic passion.

Growling and moaning, they explore each other, their hands touching, pinching, caressing and slapping. They, almost psychically, turn into a 69 position, each kissing and biting and licking their way to their lover's mounds. Buffy, still most aggressive, pushes Faith onto her back, and she begins to lick at Faith's slit, while pushing her own mound back towards Faith's eager mouth. Faith pulls Buffy's hips toward her mouth, letting her tongue take a slow trip over her swollen lips. Buffy moans loudly at the touch of Faith's tongue, and grinds backwards into Faith's face. Buffy dives over Faith's sweet mound, gently pulling apart the outer lips while sliding her tongue into Faith. Faith almost loses it as Buffy's tongue plays inside her, driving her mad, and closer and closer to the brink. Her own tongue finds Buffy's engorged clit, and gently laps at it. Buffy's hips are rocking and squirming as Faith continues to tongue her clit. Buffy finds Faith's hood, and gently exposes her clit, which she surrounds with her lips. Faith lets out a loud, long and low moan, her hips rocking on the bed. Buffy inserts 2 fingers into her wet mound, and slides them deep. Faith's tongue meanwhile has penetrated Buffy, and she's ever so gently pushing her thumb against Buffy's clit.

The girls soon forget everything except the sensations flowing over them, the feel of each others ministrations to their needs, and the desire to make the other cum, and cum hard. It's almost become a race as to who can push who over the edge first. But deeper, the emotions and mystical energy take over, and they are no longer separate, but together, in a deep bond only the two can feel together. Their essences, the things that make them slayers, weave together into a greater whole. They are no longer two apart, but one together. Their feelings, their sensations merge into a great pool of energy, which is drawing inward, pulling them along. It becomes a ball of intense white-hot energy, as their very cells seem to merge and interact. Every emotion Buffy is feeling, Faith feels. Ever tingle, every fire that burns through Faith, burns through Buffy. Neither is able to tell where each feeling starts, or ends. They only know they are part of both, as they are both a part of the whole. The ball of energy contracts until it cannot shrink any further. Then in a burst of intense energy, it explodes, taking them into a place few ever reach… a seeming nothingness where they are part of a greater whole, a whole larger than the world, the universe.

After, long after, each slayer lays sated and exhausted. Their bodies are covered in a brilliant sheen of sweat, their hair matted and damp. They cling to each other, afraid to let go… afraid not to be in total touch with each other. Their arms and legs are all akimbo but wrapped around each other somehow. Their breathing is still ragged, but has slowed down and smoothed out. Their hooded eyes stare at each other, and they move closer, their lips even needing to touch. They break the kiss, and murmurs soft sweet nothings to each other, as sleep gently overcomes them.

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Spike, keeping to the shadows, trails after the scabby little demon.

He happened by chance on the little creature as it was going about its business in town." Just drop it in my lap why don't you?" Spike chuckled at his luck. He's been following it for hours as it went to and fro, and he was feeling a bit peckish. He hasn't fed yet this evening, and it was beginning to tell on his nerves.

"Well, just so I can get a peek at where this git holes up, and then I can come back tomorrow and have a little chat with Ms. Bitch God" Spike mutters to himself.

Finally it seemed like the creature was heading back to its hole, because they were approaching the edge of town. Following along silently, Spike realized he was in a rather posh section of Sunnydale.

"Well, well… no stinking damp sewer for this God, I see" Spike thinks. He kept following along until the Demon turned and started up a walk to a residence. Spike whistles low to himself. Very nice, indeed. He looks around, and heads for a tree off the property so he could observe for a bit.

Crouching behind the tree, he watches for awhile. Soon he has confirmation that this is indeed where Her Insaneness resides. The scabby ones keep entering and exiting on errands, and once he caught a brief glimpse of the god at the window. Rubbing his hands, he prepares to make his way back to his crypt, to lay out his strategy.

"Oh, this is too spiff. Me and the Bitch going to have a bit of a tussle, and then I beat her into the ground. Knock her back to whatever hole she crawled out from and bobs your uncle, problem solved." Spike chuckles to himself, congratulating himself on a job well done, when the blow came. The last thing he remembers thinking is " Bloody hell…"

Then the lights went out.

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