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Heart's Desire	By : PencilNeck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter
32:� Until She Comes

Buffy
slowly and quietly extracts herself from under Faith�s arm.� Faith looks as though she�s sleeping hard,
breathing deep and heavy into the pillow.�
She seems much better.� The
bruises are fading; the cuts and wounds are traceable but not as garish against
her skin.� Buffy sits, one leg tucked
under her thigh, just looking at the sleeping girl.� No, woman.�
They�re not girls anymore.� They
haven�t been girls for a long time.�

Buffy
watches Faith sigh and roll onto her back.�
She leans in and pulls the blankets up against Faith�s chin.� It�s important.� Everything about this moment is
important.� The way Faith�s hair splays
across the pillow.� The way her arm looks
tucked under her head.� The soft look on
Faith�s face as she sleeps.� It�s all so
achingly important and Buffy works hard to memorize it all.

With
a soft, slow and painful sigh, Buffy puts her weight on her feet.� Standing up, eyes still straining to catch
details of the cloth gathered under Faith�s hand, the light from outside
exaggerating the shadows on the bed from Faith�s body.�

Every
step makes her heart hurt, every breath away from this moment is harder to
take.� She blinks back tears.� She slides her hands across her stomach,
holding in the pain there.� Trying to
harden herself to its lure.� To the comfort and relief it provides.� That she provides.

Faith
whines, a little sleepy �Mmhhh�.��

Buffy
turns, taking one full step away from the bed.

Strong
fingers latch on to her wrist, stopping her escape.� Buffy drops her head.� She stands, not turning back, not moving
forward.� She didn�t even hear the sheets
move.

�Faith.�� Buffy�s voice isn�t there.� She mouths the word.�

The
fingers on her wrist soften, and brush their way across her skin to slide into
her palm.�

She
feels the gentle tug against her arm, but Buffy isn�t ready.� If she turns around, if she sees it in
Faith�s eyes, her resolve will drop away.�
Her small attempt to be good, to be smart, will be forgotten.

Faith
watches her.�

She�d
felt Buffy�s absence.� It had woken her
with its strength.�

And
now she�s kneeling at the edge of her bed, stretching out her hand and waiting
for Buffy to decide.� It�s the closest
thing to praying that she�s ever experienced.�
�Please� is the only word she knows, and it�s a whisper echoing in her
brain.�

She
won�t let it out.� No begging, no
coercing.�

So
she watches.� She holds Buffy�s hand,
watching her battle whatever remnants of guilt or fear she has left inside
her.� Not keeping her, but caressing her
skin with her thumb and fingers.

She
feels Buffy�s fingers gently squeeze hers, returning the light strokes.� Faith links her fingers into Buffy�s, pulling
gently again.

This
time, Buffy lets herself be pulled.�

Buffy
sits on the bed, facing away from Faith.�
Afraid to take that last step.� Afraid
of what it might cost.� Just afraid.�

Faith�s
warm hand still lingers in hers, barely there but still tracing soft designs
into her palm and across her thumb.� She
feels a light touch on her neck, sweeping across her back, pushing her hair
gently away.� It settles over her
shoulder, tickling her skin.

That
hand, those delicate fingers stay at her neck, drawing lines and patterns
across her skin that burn into Buffy�s senses.�
The strap of her camisole gets pushed down, leaving her shoulder
bare.� Buffy tilts her head, giving Faith
access and permission.�

She
feels Faith�s body pressed against her back, legs appearing on either side of
her.� The sensation of it, the heat,
makes her inhale sharply.� She
tentatively leans her body into that sensation.�

Breath against her neck.� Buffy closes
her eyes.�

The
moment Faith�s lips find her skin, her body shivers and her stomach convulses,
shooting waves through her.� Her lungs
inhale deeply.�

Her
skin rises up in a river of goose bumps, and she instinctively turns her head.

The
look in Faith�s eyes matches her own.�
The depth of it.

She�d
been right before.� And completely wrong.� Her resolve doesn�t drop away.� It shatters.�
That look splinters and breaks everything
inside, leaving nothing to protect her.�

But
it�s safe in those dark eyes.�

Faith
breathes out.� It�s long and slow and
gets caught in her throat.� Buffy had
seared her with her eyes, with those slow sighs and light moans.� She needs a moment to recover.�

She
leans back, and puts her hand on Buffy�s shoulder.� The other slides carefully around and slips
under Buffy�s silky top to feel the muscles on her stomach.� She asks without words.� Buffy understands and shifts around, turning
the rest of her body into Faith�s.� They
stare, now that they have the time and the opportunity, picking up details in
each other�s faces.� Buffy�s hand lies
trembling on Faith�s thigh, the other pushing its way up Faith�s shoulder.�

Faith
closes her eyes.� Takes a quick breath.

Their
lips meet awkwardly at first.� Shy lips,
closed and dry.� Eager and afraid.� Noses in the way, making Buffy giggle and
Faith feel something she�s never felt and therefore can�t define.

Faith
pulls back, smiling soft and warm and silly.�
She wets her lips with her tongue, watching as Buffy does the same.�

They
try again.� Faith pulls Buffy in, gently
taking control.� She starts slow.� Light kisses again and again on Buffy�s lips,
her cheeks, her chin.�
She takes it a little further, sucking on Buffy�s lower lip, running her
tongue along it.

Buffy�s
groan, accompanied by a subtle shift in her hips.�� It makes Faith want.� Her one hand is lost in Buffy�s hair.� The other pressing hard against Buffy�s back,
pulling her in, finding its way under her camisole.� She pushes her tongue into Buffy�s mouth,
insistent.� Buffy growls and accepts it,
offering her own in exchange.� Hands are
grasping, pulling.� Faith feels the heat
and need gathering in her chest, making it hard to think, to slow down.

Faith
pulls away, breathing hard.� She can�t
possibly explain, make it sound the way she means it.� Instead she smiles, touches Buffy�s
face.� Kisses her again with that feeling
she doesn�t understand.

Buffy�s
not having any of it.� She leans up on
her knees, and swiftly straddles Faith before there can be any protest.� Pressing her body close, feeling Faith
against her under the thin layers of fabric between them.� She�s not going to take over, not going to
wrest control from her.� Buffy knows that
would be stupid and dangerous.� But she�s
not letting go now.� Never letting go.

She
kisses Faith hard and fervently, making her position clear.� She raises her arms and pulls her top up and
off in one smooth motion, flinging it away.�
The look in Faith�s eyes softens her next kiss, makes it tender instead
of insistent.� Still deep, still
searching, but in a different way.�

It�s
not fear in Faith�s eyes; it�s wonder.�
Confusion, mixed with lust and some disbelief.� But Buffy is kissing her.� She�s feeling Buffy�s skin against her.� It�s real and it�s happening and in returning
the kiss her disbelief is swallowed up and forgotten.�

They
mingle their bodies, Faith gently laying Buffy back.� There�s nothing frantic about it.� They don�t tear at each other�s clothes, or
grope at each other�s flesh.� They
uncover each other with reverence, taking time to carefully explore each new
place, each new feeling.� Every touch is
forgiveness, understanding; a dialogue between two people who no longer need
words to communicate.

And
at last, there�s nothing between them.�
Faith pulls Buffy close, feeling that delicious contact of skin to
skin.� The warmth of Buffy�s body against
hers starts a shiver inside.� Buffy�s
hands calm her, settling at the small of her back, pushing it away.

They
kiss.� The bursting, never-ending,
intense and compulsive sort of kiss.�

Faith�s
hand slides down Buffy�s cheek, down across her neck and shoulder, to her
breast.� She cups it in her hand.� Feels the nipple rise up against her
palm.� With a moan, she slips down and
nibbles gently at Buffy�s ear, flicking her tongue out against her neck,
sucking light on her skin.

�Ohhh�� Buffy didn�t
mean to let that out.� But Faith�s
fingers just pinched her nipple and she couldn�t stop it.

She
also didn�t mean to grind her hips up against Faith�s knee.� Or to cling so desperately, or to want this
much.

Faith�s
dark hair tickles her skin.� It drapes
across her, as Faith moves quickly to envelop Buffy�s nipple in her mouth.� Sucking light, nipping with her teeth.� Buffy can�t hold back and she bucks her hips,
needing something to touch or to feel or to kiss.

Her
hands explore, running up and down Faith�s back, trailing her nails with every
pass.� She slides one hand in between
their bodies, searching for Faith�s breast.�
Faith should feel what she�s feeling.�

Faith
gasps as Buffy�s fingers squeeze and roll against her nipple.� It�s a light touch, barely there.� But to Faith it feels like everything and she
pushes herself against it.��

�I
can�t reach you.�� Buffy�s voice is
pouty.� �Come back up here.�

�I
can reach you though.�� Faith runs her
hand along the length of Buffy�s body.�
Feeling the tight muscles of her stomach, the slightly too raised
hipbone.�

�Please�� Buffy tries not to sound pleading.� �I need��

Faith
relents, and slides herself up.� She�s
rewarded with kisses, soft and intimate.�
These light kisses turn quickly into heavy, searing attacks as Faith
tickles along Buffy�s trimmed blonde hairs.

Buffy
wraps one arm around Faith�s neck, pulling her in as close and kissing her as
deeply as she can.� She opens up.� Letting Faith in.� Her free hand grips hard at Faith�s hip.� Her breath catches.� Her body tenses.�

Faith
is inside her.� Fingers exploring,
finding the places that make her cry out.�
The places that make her shiver.�
Buffy fights to keep her hips from dancing, her mind from thinking
things that might break everything apart.�
And she wants to touch�

Faith
breaks the kiss, breathing in sharply.�
It�s all too fast.� Faster than
she�d ever dreamed, awake or asleep.� Buffy�s
at the edge, she can tell.� But she knows
she can�t tease.� Not this time.� Not the first time.

�I
want so badly to make this pure for you.��
Faith�s thought comes out in words before she can stop it.� Make it sound less painfully tender.

�It
is.�� Buffy feels the lump starting at
her throat.� But there will be no more
tears today.� �We are.�

The
look on Faith�s face as it changes from an earnest serious look to a soft
dimpled grin; it makes Buffy want to show her.�
That it�s for both of them.�

The
hand that was grasping at Faith�s hip moves quickly around and between.� Buffy knows she can�t push, can�t just assume.� She rests her hand there, gentle against the
delicate silky skin, waiting for a sign.

She
doesn�t wait long.� Faith presses hard
against her.� Buffy feels her hand slick
with the wetness that�s escaping.� She
uses it to slip between the last barrier between
them.� To slip inside and finally have
everything Faith has always offered.

They
move together, with a synchronicity they�ve only ever found in each other.� It pulls them in and lays them bare. What
they denied for so long, fought desperately to destroy, killed and mourned and
died over, has become a blessing.� Their
bond.� Their connection.��

Almost
too soon, they find themselves over the edge.�
Buffy first, shuddering and grasping at skin with her nails, squeezing
with strong thighs.� Faith follows soon
after, biting Buffy�s shoulder to muffle her ragged moans.� Both clutching the other a frenzy of longing
finally given form and feeling and fulfillment.

Faith
drops weakly down to the bed, feeling every muscle ache, every drip of sweat on
her body.� She lands on an equally
exhausted Buffy, who wraps a lazy arm around Faith�s back.� Buffy gathers her remaining strength, and
curls herself into the warmth of Faith�s body.�
They don�t sleep right away.� They
let their minds wander, occasionally voicing the random thoughts that pop into
their heads.� Teasing and nuzzling and
caressing until they both drift into sleep.�
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