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Make Me Forget	By : nik1styles Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 7715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 3:
We get into our room, and of course, there�s only one bed. The PTB gotta think of new ways to torture daily, right? B drops down onto the bed, and I suddenly get a very vivid image in my head of me fucking her from behind with a strap-on. Super.
�B, do you mind if I get first shower? I promise I�ll be quick.�
�Sure Faith, take your time. I�m gonna call Giles, see about some clothes,� she says, moving over to the phone.
I go into the tiny bathroom and turn the water up as hot as it will go. I love a hot shower, and these motels don�t give you the hottest water. Gotta make sure not to use it all up, though. I don�t want B to be mad. I strip and get in, feeling the water hit my sore body and heal the bruises. After a few minutes, I once again start to feel wicked horny. Maybe I�ll just get myself off quickly to relieve some of this monster tension. Just as this thought enters my mind, I hear B opening drawers and talking to Giles on the phone. Great, there goes that plan. I�m not quiet when I come, and B will definitely be able to hear me. SHIT. I finish my shower and come out in a towel. I find B flipping though the channels and she looks up when I come in.
�Giles can�t get any clothes for us tonight, so we�re gonna have to sleep in our underwear.� This just gets better and better, doesn�t it? All night in bed with Buffy wearing only her underwear. Somebody shoot me.
�Whatever, B. I�m 5x5. I left you some hot water.�
She smiles and gets off of the bed. She closes the bathroom door and a second later I hear the shower start. It�s then that I realize I left my underwear in the bathroom. Great. I open the door to the bathroom and say, �Sorry B, forgot my shit. Don�t mind me, I�m not looking.�
I get the stuff and slam the door behind me. OK, I have a confession to make. I peaked. God, B�s body is fucking better than I remembered. I put on the underwear and get on the bed, continuing to flip from where Buffy left off. A little while later, Buffy walks out of the bathroom in her adorable, lilac, lacy underwear set. She wore those to fight in the Apocalypse? Damn.
B plops down on the bed and says, �So, it occurs to me that you and I have never really shared. I mean, we�ve shared fists, but we don�t really know each other. I know nothing about you. I don�t even know your last name! Anyway, my point is that I want to get to know you this time around. So let�s play a game. Or even, let�s just ask each other questions. And you have to answer truthfully. And don�t think I won�t know if you�re lying, Faith. You�re a horrible liar. Keep that in mind. OK, so you wanna start?�
I just sit there speechless. She wants to know about me? Shit. I can�t lie to her. And even if I wanted to, B was right. I can�t lie for shit. I can�t get out of this. If I say no, she�ll be pissed and take back her offer to start over. I sigh and say, �Fine, B. I�ll play 20 questions. But you start first. I need to think of a question.�
�Ok, cool. Alright, um, let�s start with name, birthday, and birthplace.�
�Ok, my name�s Faith Lehane. I was born April 2, 1982 in Boston. Got all that?� B nods happily at me like she�s discovered some big secret. God, she�s fucking cute. �Ok B, tell me in detail about the best sex that you�ve ever had.�
B starts blushing like crazy and looking off to the side. When she�s finally gotten over some of her embarrassment, she looks up at me with a grin. �Well, I�m gonna have to go with this one time with Spike. Actually, it was the first time with Spike. We were fighting and we ended up in this rundown building. We were in the middle of our fight when all of the sudden we were all over each other. We were going at it so hard that we knocked the building down. Literally, he pounded into me against the wall until it fell down.� B gets a far away look on her face and continues, �I think Spike was so good because he was strong. He could go deeper and harder that anyone I�ve ever been with and I could just let go with him because I knew I wouldn�t hurt him. Actually, I take that back. I think I actually wanted to hurt him. In that case, I was able to let go because I didn�t care about what happened him.�
Shit. I�m a little shocked that B could be so dark. I guess she really isn�t the same girl I used to know. To cover my shock, I look at B with a huge grin on my face and say, �Well, B. You could get that strength from other people without having to sacrifice talent and body heat.� I give B a serious look that makes it impossible for her to not catch my drift. Yeah, she�s got it now.
B clears her throat and looks kind of awkward. Yeah, she wouldn�t touch me with a ten-foot poll. I cut her a break and say, �God, take a joke B. Anyway, ask your question. It�s your turn.�
B sighs and then asks, �Ok F, while we�re on the subject of sex, what�s the best sex you�ve ever had?�
Wow, original B. This one�s easy. �I think the best sex I�ve ever had was about two years ago. A chick, Drea, she was in the cell next to mine. She was gorgeous, amazing, almost perfect looking. She�d been giving me these looks for a while, and one day she followed me from my cell to the showers. She didn�t say anything. She just took her clothes off and started kissing me. She shoved me up against the wall and ate me out to the point I couldn�t remember my name. Then she gave me my first fisting, and let me tell you, the soreness afterward was totally worth it. It was so fucking good. After wasn�t so good cause it turned out the guard hadn�t broken it up cause he was watching. But can you blame him? It was fucking hot.�
B is staring at me like I�ve grown a second head. Ok, maybe I overestimated her ease with the idea of being with a girl. �You�ve had sex with a girl?� She gasps. �You like girls?� OK, I thought she already knew this.
�B, you didn�t know?� I ask. Buffy shakes her head now in a �Duh! Of course not!� kind of way. �B, I would have thought that you�d realize that I�m pretty easy going about sex. Fucking is fucking, regardless if they have a dick or not. Come on! You can�t tell me you�ve never been into a chick before!�
Buffy gets red again and quickly says, �Even if I have, it doesn�t mean I�d actually have sex with them. But if you must know, yes. I have been attracted to a girl before.�
Oh yeah, I�m getting curious now. My heart�s fluttering. God, stop it Faith! She can�t like you. Ok, sure, she just confirmed your suspicion, but you know she wouldn�t want you. Get over it, pussy. �Wanna tell me who?�
�How bout, no?�
�Ok, I�ll guess then. It�s Red, isn�t it? Ooh! No! It�s Queen C. She�s pretty fuckable.�
�No, it�s not Cordy. She is hot, though. Not Willow either. But I still don�t wanna tell you.�
I laugh. �Aw, you wound me, B. Fine, fine, be that way. Alright. I wanna ask a question now. Tell me what your top five most intense fights were. The ones you were most into and passionate about.�
B gets a contemplative look on her face and then says, �Um, ok, let me think. Number five, I�d actually have to put the fight today. Even though I got stabbed through the gut, having so many people there fighting helped. The vamps seemed easier to kill during the fight and the scythe gave me a lot of strength. So yeah, that�s five. Number four, um, I�m gonna say that�s the fight with Glory. While she was probably my toughest opponent, she was stupid and after Will sucked some of her power, she didn�t seem so tough. I beat that hellbitch down. That fight, I was fighting for Dawn. I had to win.� B pauses, gets a sad look on her face, and then continues, �Number three was my fight with Angel at the mansion. Actually, with Angelus.�
B sees that I have no idea what she�s talking about, so she explains, �When Angel lost his soul my junior year, he stalked me for a while and then he killed Giles�s girlfriend, Jenny Calendar. I had to end it then, so I went to fight him one night but it turned out it was a trap. He distracted me while Drusilla went to the library with some minions to kill Kendra and kidnap Giles. So I guess that�s the night you were called. Angel needed Giles to tell him how to open this demon that would suck the world into hell. Anyway, Willow had been put in a coma from the attack and when she woke up she was going to re-ensoul Angel. She couldn�t tell me herself because I was hiding from the cops, who wanted me for Kendra�s murder. Oh, and my mom had kicked me out of the house when she found out I was the Slayer. Xander didn�t tell me Willow was doing the spell, so I went to the mansion to fight Angelus to the death. It was the most intense fight. I had months of built up rage against him and after what had happened that day, I wanted him dead. I was through playing games. We fought with swords, and let me tell you, it was impressive. We were like stunt doubles from Xena. Then, Willow�s spell worked at the last second and I had to kill Angel to keep the world from getting sucked into Hell. Emotionally, I think it was the most intense fight. God, talking about it now makes me want to cry.�
I stare in awe at B, feeling even more love for her. �Wow, B. That�s unbelievable. I didn�t know it went down like that. The Scoobies don�t share much. Are you sure you want to keep going? You don�t look like you�re having fun.�
Buffy blinks away the oncoming tears and then shakes her head. �No, we�re bonding. Where were we? Oh yeah, number two. I�m making the fight against Adam number two. When Willow, Xander, Giles, and me combined essences to summon the First Slayer. The power of the First Slayer actually possessed me and I was basically invincible. It was such an intense feeling, a rush, sort of. But it�s number two because I was possessed, so all of those emotions weren�t mine. The fight was wicked, though. I was turning bullets into doves. It was awesome.�
Ok, now I�m scared to ask what the number one fight was. Either it�s me, or I�m not even important enough to put on the list. Neither seems too appealing. I ask, �And number one, B?�
B gets a serious look on her face. �What do you think, Faith? Any other fight I�ve ever had can�t compare to fights with you. And the one at your apartment? That was the ultimate. For one thing, every time we touch, regardless of if it�s friendly or punching, I feel a tingle. An amazing tingle goes up and down my spine. So when I punched you, it felt good.� God, I turn her into a pervert like me who gets off on hurting people. Great. �You�re a slayer, so fighting you is thrilling and difficult. You were my equal, and you were unpredictable. I was fighting to save Angel�s life and to stop you from helping the Mayor and killing innocents. But do you know why that fight tops my list, Faith? Do you know why fighting you was the most unbelievably hard?�
I look into B�s eyes, and I see pain. Do I ever stop causing her pain? How did this conversation become so bad?
B doesn�t wait long for me to answer, and continues, �It was so hard for me, Faith, because you were my friend. I felt close to you. You were like a sister that I could finally share with and who would understand me. When I stabbed you, a part of me, the �you� part of me, died, because there was no going back. You wanted me dead, Faith. You betrayed me. Why did you betray me?� Tears are steaming down her face, and I wish I was dead. I should just kill myself. �Why, Faith? All of it. Why did you go to him? Why did you try to choke Xander, one of the sweetest guys in the world? Why did you kill Lester Wirth? Why did you say you didn�t care? You obviously did care. Why did you want Angel dead? Why did you hurt my mother? Why didn�t you let me help you?�
Oh boy, this is it. The big conversation that I�ve been dreading. She�s gonna hate me when this is over. I�m gonna to reveal my soul to her. Nothing terrifies me more than that prospect. But one look at her gorgeous, teary, hazel eyes, and I would tell her anything to stop her tears. I breathe in deeply and begin the hardest confession of my life.
�B, I�m gonna answer your questions, but please, just let me say it all straight through before you say anything. First thing, why did I want to hurt Xander? Xander represented every guy in my life that had ever fucked me over. Guys that just want in your pants. He reminded me of the nice guys who act like they like you until you either fuck them or turn them down. If it�s the latter, they think it�s alright to just force you instead. I-�
�Wait,� B interrupts, �what exactly are you saying? Are you saying that you were forced?�
I can�t even look at her while I say this. �Yeah B, I�ve been forced, raped, whatever you wanna call it, more times than I want to mention. That�s part of the reason I don�t trust guys. Why I didn�t trust Xander. I thought he was just using the situation to get me to fuck him again. Then when he told me he thought we had a connection, I thought of all the guys who said they loved me and had a connection with me. I was through getting fucked over, so, at the time, the logical solution was to make him stop talking, and to hurt him. I guess I succeeded in that, huh?�
B nods, and I keep going. �Just to let you know, the thing that happened with, it�s probably one of the things I regret most. And I have a lot of regrets. It�s pretty much up there with killing Wirth and torturing Wes�. Ok, I think the rest of your questions can be explained by what I�m about to tell you. So, just, let me get through it all.�
B�s looking at me expectantly and she reaches out to hold my hand. God, I feel the tingles too. �Tell me, Faith,� she says, and I feel some of my confidence coming back.
�B, the reason that I�ve done just about everything, good or bad, since I first showed up in Sunny D, is that,� I look up into her eyes, �I�m in love with you.� Buffy just stares blankly at me, but she hasn�t taken her hand out of my mine, so I�m taking that as a sign to keep going.
�B, you know how they say that there�s a thin line between love and hate? Well, for me, there was a fucking hair between love and hate. I loved you and wanted you to love me back. And I mean love in every way. I wanted you to love me and be in love with me. I hated you because you didn�t love me, and I hated you for making me love you. To add onto my twisted little crush, I also wanted to be you. I was jealous of everything you had, as you may have already guessed. I mean, you were the original Slayer. The blonde, gorgeous, California girl that guys fell in love with, had loyal friends, an amazing watcher, and just about the coolest mom and little sister ever. What was I? I was the Slayer that was called by accident, guys only wanted for fucking and discarding, lonely and friendless, and had the dead, formerly horrible alcoholic mother that didn�t notice her boyfriends were fucking her ten year old daughter in the next room because she was passed out. B, you were everything I wanted to be, so I hated you because I wasn�t you. To sum up, I was fucking obsessed with you in every way imaginable. You were all I could think about. So, my love for you was my motivation. I wanted Angel dead because he had you. I targeted your mom because you had her and I wanted her to be my mom. But believe this, B. I never would have hurt her. She was too good to me. I wanted to take everything away from you so you would feel as lonely as me and maybe want me. I also wanted you dead so that I could move on. But, yeah, that�s petty much it. I was a crazy person, B. I mean literally, when I got to LA, I had a fucking nervous breakdown in front of Angel and begged him to kill me. I hope you realize that I�m not like that anymore, though. I�m pretty sane now, and while I still love you, it�s not �crazy person� love anymore. I�m in control of myself.�
Oh God, I just said all of that. And she�s not saying anything. She�s still just staring. Oh fuck, I can�t breathe. I�m hyperventilating now. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Goddammit.
B quickly moves toward me when she�s sees that I�m starting to have a panic attack. She�s rubbing my back now, and it would be nice if I wasn�t currently contemplating suicide. �Faith, breathe, it�s OK. I�m not mad. Just breathe. I need to ask you something. Please, calm down.�
I make every effort to start breathing normally and after a minute or two, I calm down enough to look at her and ask, �OK, what do you need to ask me?�
�Faith, tell me how you feel differently about me now. What�s different?�
�B, I don�t have anger toward you anymore. I don�t blame you for my mistakes, and I�ve accepted that I love you. I embrace it. I changed for myself, but I also changed for you. Whenever I feel like it�s too hard, I think of you, and I can make it. So basically, I love you in a healthy way now.�
B smiles this brilliant smile at me and then lunges at me, hugging me so tight that I think my ribs might break. I fall backwards and B�s head is in my neck. I hear her whisper, �I forgive you, Faith,� and I feel like every doubt and bad thing in my heart just disappeared. She forgives me? Christ, this is the best day of my life. I can�t stop the stupid grin that�s spreading across my face, and honestly? I couldn�t care less. B pulls back a little and she�s hovering over me now, so close I can feel her soft breathing against my face. She looks into my eyes, and I feel my heart flutter at what I see there. It�s not love, but it�s definitely some kind of affection. Romantic kind of affection. She starts to lower her lips to mine, but I have to ask her something first.
�B? Who�s the girl you had a thing for?�
B gets closer to my lips and when hers are just barely touching mine, she softly says, �The only person who could send chills up and down my spine.�
�That�s me, right? Cause-� I�m cut off my B�s soft lips pressing against mine. This is Heaven. How did I end up here? I was sure I had myself a one way ticket to Hell. B slowly moves her lips over mine, just testing to see what this kiss could become. We give soft, wet little kisses to each other, with me occasionally nibbling at B�s lower lip. She�s such a good kisser, it�s ridiculous. Her tongue slips out and flicks my lower lip, seeking access to my mouth. I let her in, throwing myself into the kiss and giving her all that I am. We kiss passionately for what seems like forever, or maybe only one second, and B begins to move her hands that have been winding in my hair down to my hips. I take this as permission to continue and move my hands down B�s back, scratching lightly at her smooth skin. B moves down to kiss at my neck and chest, so I move my hands down to her ass and begin to grind up into her thigh. My hornies from earlier have returned with a vengeance, and I desperately want to be fucked. �B, what happened to never having sex with a girl, no matter how much you want her?� I gasp out teasingly.
B moves back up my body so that her mouth is at my ear. She whispers, �Well, it�s a good thing we�re not having sex, then.�
What? Hold up. �Excuse me? What�s this about not having sex?�
�Well, eventually, yeah, but not tonight,� B says, pulling back. Is she out of her fucking mind?
�B, you can�t be serious. Look at us. We�re practically five seconds away from having sex.�
�Yeah, but we just started whatever this is. I don�t want to complicate things, yet. My last relationship was all about sex. I don�t want that again.� She sighs and moves off of me. �Let�s just go to bed. We�ll talk about this in the morning.� B turns the light off and moves under the sheet. I�m still just sitting here, pissed off out of my fucking mind.
�Lie down, Faith,� B says, reaching her arm up and around my stomach, pulling me down onto the bed. She cuddles up onto me, and I know this is gonna be a long night.

It�s one hour later, and I�m still awake. B�s wrapped around me, her leg thrown over mine and her head in the crook of my shoulder. My arms are wrapped around her and I�ve never felt closer to anyone before. I�m so in love with her, it fucking hurts. You know what hurts more, though? The throbbing in my clit. I�m so horny right now and I know there�s no way this is gonna go away without getting a release. I can smell how turned on B is, but it looks like she�s just gonna ignore it. I really can�t handle this.
�B?� I whisper, hoping that she�s asleep. It�ll make it a lot easier to get up and get myself off.
�Yeah?� I hear B ask. Great. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
�B, I need to get up.� She mumbles something into my neck and wraps her arms tighter around me.
�B, let me up,� I say a little more loudly. B raises herself up on one elbow and asks, �Why? Don�t you want to sleep with me?�
More than you know, babe. I feel bad now, cause she looks pretty upset, so I decide to go with the truth. �Ok, B. Pretty much, I�m so turned on right how that I can�t think straight. I need to go in the bathroom and get myself off.�
B looks at me for a minute, and then a sly smile comes onto her face. She gets real close to me; so close that I can feel her hot breath on my lips. She looks into my eyes and whispers, �Stay in bed. I want you to touch yourself, and I want you to let me watch.�
I suck in a breath, her breath, and now I�m hotter than I think I ever have been. I close the fraction of space between us, pressing her soft, wet lips tightly against mine. I immediately swipe the tip of my tongue against her full bottom lip, seeking entrance into her hot mouth. Buffy opens her mouth and her tongue comes out to stroke and massage mine. As the kiss deepens and we get more wrapped up in each other, Buffy�s hand travels to my back to unhook my bra. Suddenly, her lips aren�t on mine and I�m being pushed back onto the bed. B straddles me and I feel the heat of her thighs against my own. She bends down and begins kissing and nibbling at the spot behind my ear that drives me crazy. My breathing quickens and I can feel myself getting wetter. B keeps kissing along my neck as she slides down my body. She licks at my neck and sucks on my pulse point before moving down to where I want her. Where I need her. I feel B�s soft lips close around my stiff nipple and all I can do is groan. She starts flicking the tip of her tongue against it and my hands travel up her smooth back to wind in her hair. God, this feels so good. B scrapes her teeth across my aching nipple and I can�t even make a sound. All I can do is feel the walls of my pussy clench, wanting something to fill the void. B moves across my chest to my right nipple, showing it the same attention that she showed the other one. Just when I think that I may come from nipple-sucking alone, Buffy, slightly out of breath, pulls back and looks at me. Why is she breathing hard? I�m the one that really needs to come.

�B,� I whine, letting desperation creep into my voice. �Keep going, baby. Make me come. Please. I�m so wet. I need you fingers in me.�
B looks like she might just give in, but then she shakes her head and says, �No, baby. I�m not ready for that.� Hah! �Not ready for that�, my ass. B then lifts herself up off of my body and pulls my panties off of me. She looks down and sees my shaved, wet pussy, and then she moves to my side, stretches out, and then props herself up so she�s leaning over me. B�s hand slowly makes its way to my right hand and then drags it up onto my stomach.
�Touch yourself, baby,� B says in a really husky, moan-y voice. She slowly pushes my hand downward and then guides my middle fingers between my wet lips. Jesus, I can�t believe we�re doing this. It�s so hot. B takes her hand away and I slowly press down on my clit, moving my finger in small little circles. I can already feel myself getting closer. That�s how horny I am. I dip my finger down to my hole and gather some of the wetness and then move my finger back up to my clit. I start up a devastating rhythm that has my hips churning and I hear myself moaning loudly. B�s fingers move up to my nipple and starts playing with it while she looks down at my face in wonder. I can barely keep my eyes open. It just feels too good.
B bends down and whispers in my ear, �Finger yourself. Pump your fingers in out of your pussy.� I groan again, nod my head, and move my fingers down. When I push my fingers in my pussy, I can�t stop myself from yelling, �God! So good, B it�s so good.�
�Go faster Faith,� B says, so I do what she says and start working my fingers in and out of my pussy at an alarming rate. My juices are leaking out onto my hand and onto the bed, and my hips are pumping up, trying to get my hand to slam harder into my pussy. I curl my fingers, hitting my g-spot, and I feel the tension in my body reach unbearable level. I feel like I want to cry. It feels so good that it hurts.
For several minutes I continue fucking myself into oblivion, with B sucking on my neck and pinching my nipples, but I can�t reach that point where I explode. I can�t think anymore. I need to come. I�ll die if I don�t come.
�B,� I cry out, my voice the only noise besides the squeaking of the mattress and the sound of my wet pussy. �B, help me. I can�t come. I just can�t. Please, God, make me come. I can�t take it.�
I�m practically crying now and B seems to realize how desperate I am, so she moves her hand that�s not playing with my nipple down to my clit and starts rubbing is quickly. Jesus. I hear myself screaming, �Jesus Christ! Oh God, FUCK! Right there, B. Right there! God! Don�t stop. Please, keep going. Jesus! FUCK!�
It becomes too much to talk and now all I can do is whimper and groan and toss my head from side to side. I feel myself start to come and my left hand comes up to B�s back and starts scratching the hell out of it. Suddenly, waves of pleasure start to roll over me and I feel my legs open wider, pushing my fingers in deeper. My back arches and as the contractions shake me and my pussy grips my fingers tightly, I vaguely hear myself screaming hoarsely. I manage to think to myself that I�m gonna have a hell of a soar throat in the morning, and then collapse onto the bed, completely spent. I realize B is still rubbing my clit slowly, milking out my orgasm and causing small tremors to continue to roll through my body. I relax and pull my fingers out of myself, resting my sticky hand on the stomach. As my breathing evens out, B stops rubbing my clit and lifts my hand from my stomach. She looks me straight in the eyes as she places my two fingers in her mouth slowly and licks all of my juices from them. God, that�s sexy. She cleans the cum off my hand with her tongue and then bends down to lick the stickiness off of my stomach. Jesus, I feel myself getting turned on again. Do I ever stop? I smile and say to B, �You know B, there�s a lot more where that came from. Maybe you wanna lick there too?�
B looks at me, smiles, rolls her eyes, and then says, �Sorry sweetie. Still not ready for sex.�
She is un-fucking-believable. �Tell me you�re kidding,� I say. B shakes her head no, and I can�t believe it. �B, what the hell do you think we just did?�
�That was me helping you. That�s all. We are NOT having sex yet,� B says in a tone that holds no room for argument. Fine, if she wants to be that way, then I�ll let her be. Not my problem. Well, it is my problem, but you know what I mean.
B reaches over and turns the light off. She gets under covers and I snuggle up against her, loving the feel of her almost-naked body against my fully-naked one. I relax and feel myself starting to drift off. Right when I�m almost asleep, I hear B say, �Faith, I like you a lot and I want to see where this thing with us goes. Ok?� I nod my head against her chest, and she continues, �But I don�t want to tell anyone about us. Not now, and not until I know what this is. Is that also alright with you?�
I feel my heart break a little when she says that. She�s ashamed of me. Great. But I still love her. �Yeah B,� I say, �Anything.� And it�s true. I�ll do anything she wants. Only problem is, I don�t know if that�s a good thing or not.
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