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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150658 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It was barely eight and already I was so exhausted I could have shut my eyes and slept until Sunday. Beside me lay, Faith, like me totally naked and totally puffed, even though whilst I’d been getting myself metaphorically beaten by the cops rubber truncheon’s she’d been zeding away in her motel room. I couldn’t be too harsh on her as after I’d the cops had let me go, (though only cos they couldn’t twist the evidence to make it look like I’d gone all sharp and pointy with Mrs Post), Faith had popped round to perk up my spirits and make sure I was alright. And Faith being Faith she’d done that in the most direct way, butt-fucking me with such force that I was willing to stand up in court and say that we’d worn away at least a couple of inches from the strap-on. It wasn’t just a quick in and out, but a full on reaming, her slamming my ass until I was screaming like a werewolf on heat. And then once we’d done it we paused for a couple of minutes to get our Slayer strength back and do it again - reverse cowgirl, flat down, against the wall, on the bed and in my chair (squashing poor Mr Gordo like a pancake).
Mom had come back from her shopping trip and called up to me, I’d ignored her, as Faith rammed down. Then I’d ignored her again as she shouted that dinner was ready, as I was too busy shifting on Faith like she was a rocking chair. Mom was used to my slutty ways so after a few calls she decided to let me to it and eat dinner on her own.
I wearily raised my head from Faith’s tit "I’m hungry."
"Not again," grinned Faith, "I think you’ve slurped all the cum out of my pussy."
I smiled back, "You know what I mean."
"I guess I could eat," said Faith. She sat up, making me roll off her and onto my back. I watched as she stretched, her firm tits bouncing as her muscles strained. She slid off the bed, standing up with her back towards me. I looked in admiration at her lovely, sexy butt as she bent down to pick up her bra and clipping it back in place. Down she went again, and I could see her ass cheeks rise in the air. She began to straighten, pulling up a small pair of thongs, which slid into her crack, but didn’t touch her cheeks. I was looking forward to a few more moments of leaching the brunette’s butt, but when she bent over this time she came back up with her jeans, sitting on my bed as she pulled them up her toned legs. She turned her head towards me, giving an approving smile as she looked over my naked body, "So you wanna grab a burger or something before we patrol?"
"Patrol?" I asked and then my brain clicked into gear. I’d totally forgot, wrapped up in the hardcore banging I’d been getting. "Not awesome," I said, swinging myself out of bed and heading to my wardrobe, "How dead am I if we’re late?"
"Scale of one to ten?" asked Faith. She twisted so she could look at me getting dressed, "It’s Giles, so… he’ll go on lecturey on you, but its not like he’s going go Mrs Postal and chop off an arm."
I pulled the top over my head and smoothed it down, turning to Faith, "Like?"
"It’s fine, B, but you might want some pants?" she replied looking at my bare pussy, "or not."
"It’s cool out there so yes," I grinned back and grabbed a pair of light leather pants, sliding them up my legs. "You think we should tell Giles about us?"
"What we’re two Slayers – out there saving the world from evil? I reckon even English may have noticed that," Faith pulled on her own top.
"You know what I mean," I gave a fake sigh of exasperation at Faith being Faith, "about us doing the jiggy?"
"It’d blow his mind," grinned Faith, "and what it’d do to Xander…" she reached for her jacket. "Better not though. Not at the moment, he’s got very traditional views on Slayers and if he thinks I’m topping you it’ll be all stern lectures and disappointed sighs. And I know you, girlfriend, you’ll get all prissy cos your watcher’s cross at you…"
"I will not," I said.
"…and I’ll get peed off," carried on Faith ignoring my interruption, "which’ll mean I’ll end up fuckin’ someone else and you’ll want to get even and you’ll fuck someone else and then we’ll end up daggers at dawn in some graveyard, fighting over a couple of tramps at dawn."
"So we don’t tell him?" I grinned.
"That’d be for the best," Faith smiled back and tossed me my jacket from the back of the door.
*
The others were waiting in the parking lot next to the cemetery. Unsurprisingly Giles’ heap of junk was the only car there, nasty things often happened to visitors paying their respects to the dear departed after dark. Xander was leaning against the railings, wearing a leather jacket that almost matched Faith’s and trying to look like a less dead version of James Dean, and failing. Sitting on a bench holding hands Willow and Cordy were a little ways in, though not so far that if vamps attacked Xander and Giles couldn’t do the 7^th cavalry bit,.
"You’re late. Both of you," snapped Giles, getting out of his car and giving me and Faith a stern look.
"Sorry," said Faith, looking as remorseful as someone who’s just scooped the jackpot at Las Vegas, "I stopped off at B’s place and had to wait until she’d finished her bath." She gave me a cheeky grin and I let her fib ride over me without a retort.
Giles shrugged, perhaps looking a little guilty at his grump, "After this morning I thought you might have been rearrested by the police."
"You were worried?" I gave him a teasing smile and slid my arm through Faith’s in a friendly gesture, "Y’ know, that’s so sweet."
"Hmmpf," he snorted and gave his glasses a vigorous rub, whilst going as red as a rooster "That’s as may be, but we have an Ascension coming and a killer on the loose."
"A normal Tuesday," said Xander, tossing a stake in the air, watching it somersault and then failing to catch it on the way down. He waved his stinging fingers, whilst trying to appear that it was all part of his plan to let the point of the stake stab his index on the way down.
"So what’s the plan, Chief?" asked Faith, with perhaps too much mock in her voice.
"Um," replied Giles, "Well… um. I think once we, um, find out something we’ll know something more."
"So we wander around and hope we go all Daphne and stumble across a clue?" I asked.
"No. We patrol vigilantly," replied Giles, "Anyway it’s normally Velma who finds the clue." He sighed, "I’ve recontacted the Council; they’re getting some of their best brains pouring over every parchment and manuscript they have, in the meantime, unless you think the Mayor will talk to us, or perhaps Darla or that lawyer," he looked at me. I looked up innocently and try to work out which of the stars were orbiting Tatooine. Giles paused just long enough to give me the hint that he wasn’t as innocent as I had hoped about how close Miss Ice and me had been, "The best we can do is keep on our toes and see if we come across anything out of the ordinary."
"Like a dead vampire come to life?"
"That type of thing."
We entered the cemetery, interrupting Will and Cordy’s cuddly session, and began to move through the jungle gravestones, angelic statues and mausoleums like GI’s in ‘nam. At least Faith did, heading out on point eyes darting from side to side, each foot laid down with such exaggerated softness that she looked like she was wading through treacle. The effect was spoilt by Cordy walking behind her, chattering (or rather moaning) at the top of her voice and by Xander tripping over a paving stone as he tried to keep his eye on Faith’s ass.
I couldn’t say I blamed him.
I saw Will pause for a second, she glanced at me and then Faith and smiled. When she began walking again she moved slower, allowing the rest of the scoobies to overtake her, Cordy, still complaining about the cold, the lateness and anything else she could think off, not noticing that her girlf was no longer beside her. I slowed down as well, I didn’t want Willow to fall behind on her own that a hungry vamp could jump. Plus I guessed from the knowing expression and wide grin on her face that she was wanting to know the dirty goss on me and Faith.
I was right. As soon as we were far enough behind that we could girly-whisper she turned to me and said, raising her eyebrows and nodding at Faith, "So?"
"So?" I grinned back.
"Has Faith been washing your back?" she said, "Was it bath-time for two?"
"Don’t tell Giles," I nodded, "He’d wig."
"Scouts honour," she replied, even though she’d only attended one meeting before her Mom had pulled it claiming it was a celebration of bourgeois militarism, rather than geeks tying knots and trying to start fires with two sticks and a piece of string. We walked a few more feet, both admiring the shapely curve of Faith’s ass, "So what’s it like?"
I paused for a second still caught up in the sexiness of the wiggling buttocks, accentuated by the leather pants drawn tightly over them. I gave a conspiratorial wink, "Good, like really, really good. She’s like a marathon runner, banging me for so long my ass is like a achy black hole, but y’know in a good way. And she’s knows exactly where to put it, and how… We spent the aft doing it and I think I orgasmed so often I may have wrecked something."
"Cool," grinned Will. She looked at Faith and then at her own girlfriend. I followed her gaze, Cordy’s ass was moving sexily as well, swaying to side to side in way which just screamed ‘fuck me’. I could see why Will was tapping her; I’d have seen it even more if I wasn’t hearing her complain about the price of new shoes ("too cheap, anyone can afford them, even Amy and her family is poor").
We carried on walking for a few more moments, before Will carried on, "You should get Faith to come over for a sleepover with me and Cordy."
"Will there be much sleep?"
"No," grinned my friend and slid her arm through mine, "Saturday good for you? What about Faith?"
"Yep. I’m sure I can talk her into it. All she’d be doing is sitting in her crappy motel watching the funnies anyway," I replied.
"Saturday then," said Willow and pulled me a bit faster so we caught up with the others.
*
We found less clues than a deaf, dumb and blind cop with his hands tied behind his back. We did bump into one vamp, but he was so noob that even with a panicking Cordelia accidentally bringing down Faith in her attempt to get away, that Giles and Xander were able to dust him without me even taking my hands from my pockets.
After that we patrolled the other cemeteries, hit the park and took a look at throwing out time at the Bronze. Zilch. Eventually even Giles decided that all the bads must have taken the night off and tucked themselves in bed with a mug of hot cocoa and good book. He gave a shrug, "Well I think that’ll do for the night. I don’t think we can do anything else."
"Good," yawned Xander, "I’m ready for my zees."
"I’ll drop you off, you’re on my way. Cordelia, Willow, you as well," said Giles, not wanting the non-Slayers to walk home on their own, no-show vamps or not.
I waited a few moments, until Giles was in the car and it was reversing from the lot, before turning to Faith and giving her my super slutty come and fuck me smile – copyright B. Summers; "You wanna stay over at my place. It’s been hours since my ass has been banged and it’s in need of some serious slayerage."
"Sorry, toots," Faith shrugged, "I got things to do." She put her hands in her jacket pocket and quickly started hurrying away, until just within earshot she turned and shouted back, "Don’t worry, I’ll be good for Saturday." And then she was gone, jogging into the night.
I shrugged, looked like Faith wasn’t yet ready to settle down. Still, while it was a fun being anally screwed by someone else, as long as I had my box of things under my bed I could entertain myself.
The house was dark when I got home, Mom either out or asleep. I crept silently up the stairs, in case it was the latter, and into my room. Kneeling down by my bed I pulled out my trunk and opened it. It was full of my personal things, old love letters and my twelve-year olds self half-written diary, pictures of secret crushes and worn soft toys, killing daggers and ribbed dildos. I pulled out one of them, a large ten incher, with a ring at the end, which a finger could slide through to pull it out if jammed. I put it on my bedside table and pushed the trunk back under the bed.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes and into a nightie. Pulling back the covers I slid into bed and reached out for my toy. I lay back and rubbed at my slit, the hard plastic pushing over the hole. I pressed it against my flesh, only letting the tip enter, using my strength to crush at my lips and the outer skin of the cunt, teasing myself until I could feel the wetness bubble up. It felt fine. I brought the toy to my mouth and began to lick, there was just enough of my cum on it to give it a tang of flavour. At least for a moment before my tongue curled round it, sliding round the grooves and lapping away all traces of my cum. I moved my fingers round the toy, it was damp, but not damp enough. I put it in my mouth and sucked and lapped at it, swallowing like it was a lollipop. At the same time my spare hand was down at my pussy, rubbing hard at the wet flesh and sliding my middle digit down my hole. I felt my excitement grow as the finger dipped in and down, stimulating my spots and scraping at my soaking, soft walls.
I touched myself harder. "Ooooh," I gave a small moan as I pulled the wet dildo out of my mouth, "ooohhh, uuurhhhh." I pushed my legs up, kicking off the duvet and leaving myself covered only by a thin sheet which flapped over me like a tiny tent in the wind. I continued to bring my legs back, until they were near my ears. I gripped one of them with my arm, hooking it under my knee to keep it in place. I took the toy in the other hand and started to push it into my butt. I felt good. The plastic slowly pushed apart my tight anal walls and moving in. I’m not going to lie and say it was better than when someone else was fucking me, but one good thing was I could go in at my own pace, using my natural Slayer strength to force the toy past the tightness of my butt-hole. "Oooohhh, urrrhhh," I moaned as I pushed the toy in and out. Faster and harder I worked it, making the bed bounce against the wall as I exerted myself. Sweat covered my body in a sexy sheen, cooling me down even as I heated up. I pushed my head back into the pillow and let me legs go, they went down, the sheet billowing after them and covering me. Deeper and deeper I pushed, making me glad there was a ring to stop it getting lost down their, slamming the toy far into my ass so that it was hitting my clit from behind through the ass wall, making me gush with pleasure. The juice leaked from my twat, soaking over my lips, little spurts shooting up as I orgasmed my ass, spattering over the sheet and leaving it spotty with girl cum.
"Oooohhh, ooooohhh," I fucked my own ass harder and harder, driving myself into a sexual frenzy, twisting and turning under my own poundings. My back bent and I gave a squeal, "Yesssss!" as the orgasm blasted into me. Through my lips I let out a blast of air like a siren hooting and dropped onto the bed again, shattered by the intensity of the ecstasy I had just given myself. I pulled out the dildo with a pop and dropped it back on my night table; making a mental note to make sure I put it away properly in the morning. I closed my eyes, exhausted from the day…
‘…tap, tap, tap’. My eyes opened instantly. It was still dark and the room was still. ‘Tap, tap, tap’; it was coming from my window. I climbed out of bed and walked over there. I opened the curtains and was greeted by the grinning face of Faith standing on the porch roof and leaning on my sill. She took a step back as I opened the window, to avoid be knocked into the roses below, "Can I come in?" she gave a cheeky grin.
"This is Sunnydale, you know you can’t ask that?" I chided, before answering, "Are you a vamp?"
"I’ve def got vampish tendencies," said Faith smiling, as she came through the window, "Dark eye-shadow and I hang around graveyards after dark, but I gotta a heart…" She grabbed my hand and pushed it to her bosom. I could feel the beat under my palm and I nodded as she said, "See, B."
"I thought you had things to do?" I said as she pulled of her jacket and tossed it on my floor.
"I did," she said, "And now I’ve done them I thought I can go back to my empty motel or…" she pulled off her T-shirt. No bra. Her lovely titties bounced as she tossed the top onto the floor and bent down to undo her pumps, "…I could always get dressed and head."
"I’m not being complainy," I said.
Even in the dark of the night, the only light the dull glow from the streetlights through my window, she looked seductively, sexy, like a well-toned panther ready to pounce. I moved back onto the bed and watched as she slid down her jeans, revealing her toned legs, firmed from exercise and smooth from good diet. She paused and nodded at my dildo sitting beside my bed, "Being doing some DIY, B," she grinned and slid down her own panties.
"I didn’t know I was going to get a nocturnal visitor," I replied, "and if you’re hot and horny and on your own, well a girl’s gotta to do what a girl’s gotta do."
"Hey, I’m not judging B. I’m just pointing out that your ahead of me in nightly orgasms and in the interests of fairness…" she dropped into my bedroom chair squashing poor Mr Gordo again. Her legs moved apart, exposing her smooth, silky snatch to my lustful gaze. "Come on then," grinned the slutty brunette, "give me a lick."
I pulled my nightdress over my head, so that I was as naked as my fellow Slayer. Getting down onto my hands and knees I crawled towards her, wiggling my body and devouring her with my eyes. I could smell her excitement, the juice glittering in her pussy. I moved my head forward and slid my tongue over her hole, a slow, hard lap that pressed her flesh down and left her wet lips quivering with my anticipation. I lifted my head and gave a cheeky smile, "There’s your lick…"
"B…" said Faith in frustration.
"You want more?" I asked in mock surprise.
She nodded, "Yes, eat my pussy. I want you to stick that cute face in my cunt, blondie, and lick me until your Slayer tongue drops out."
"Okay," I giggled, "I can do that."
Faith gasped as I lowered my head again and began to slurp and lap at her hole, my tongue shooting over and into the teen twat, as my teeth nibbled and nipped at her labia and any other folds of flesh they could get. Faith’s hands went to the back of my head, her fingers caressing through my blonde hair at he same time as her palms were pushing me harder into her wet pussy. I did as she wanted, slurping down deep and ramming my tongue against her quivering clit. Her flavour was like sugary blueberry muffins, with just a tang of salt to give a kick to the sweetness. I pulled the cum into my mouth swallowing it, even as my tongue continued to flick out to drink in more. Faith gasped, her thighs closing on my head like swinging doors clanging together, "Eat me, blondie, eat my fucking cunt. Oh my God, oh my God, fuck, fuck, fucking, fucking, fucking… aaargghh, oooohhh…"
I continued to lick, giving her what she wanted. I could feel her body tensing and relaxing like she was sitting on an electrode; she wasn’t complaining. I pushed in deeper, driving my mouth and nose into her flesh and moving so close that the only thing I could see was the smooth flesh of her mound, little tiny droplets of cum and sweat jigging in front of my eyes. She tensed again and her gasps went higher becoming squeals rather than moans, "Fuck, B, B fuck. Oooohhh, fuck, fuck, oh my fucking… arrrrrghhh!"
Her yells and the loud pounds of the chair, as it rocked between two legs and four, were reverberating round my room. I wondered if the racket was waking Mom, if so I was sure she’d cope or else bang on the wall and tell us to quieten down. No wall banging came so I guessed Mom was either asleep or happily listening into the passionate banging as Faith let out another scream, "Jesus, fucking fuck, aaarrrghhh, oh my fucking God, girlfriend, oh my fucking…. Aaaaarrrghhh."
Again her body shook like I was a live wire, but this time cum surged out of her pussy in an explosive gush. I felt it slam like my throat and I almost choked, but I held on and rammed my tongue back down her pussy, cleaning her slit of all the juices that were left. Faith was incoherent now, just screaming and shrieking in pleasure, "Aaaarrrrghhh, aaarrrggghhh, ooooooohhhh, aaaaaargggghhh!"
She bucked and sagged back down and I brought my mouth away. I licked her cum away from my lips and used my finger to rub at where it had dribbled down my chin as Faith lay desperately dragging in breath and trying to regain her pre-orgasm composure. It took her a minute, but she managed it, straightening up and saying, "Fuck, B, where did you learn to lick pussy like that?"
"Here and there," I grinned, "I’m guessing you liked."
"I ain’t going to say no," replied Faith. She smiled down at me from the chair, "You want me to return the favour?"
"I’m with you in not saying no," I answered back. I stood up and turned round, "So what’s going to be my fun-time?"
Faith stepped behind me and slid her hands over my butt, fondling my cheeks in the cups of her hands and squeezing them gently, "Nice and firm, chickie; you been working out?" She kept one hand on my buttocks and moved the other one over the crack, pushing a finger between my cheeks and rubbing it over my hole. I gave a little giggle as her knuckle twisted and rubbed over my head. Faith’s head rested on my shoulder and she added, "Looks like your butt’s being getting a full exercise regime… inside and out." She pushed the knuckle at the top of my chute.
"I like to stay in trim," I agreed, letting myself relax into her, whilst moving a hand to rub at my pussy.
Faith nodded and kissed the side of my neck, opening her mouth and sinking her teeth onto me so that she could suck at the flesh like she was a very horny and sexy vampire. I moaned and rubbed my pussy harder, I could feel my own wetness as it juiced. Faith hand went off my butt and snaked round to my front; it joined my own over my cunt, our fingers intertwined as we rubbed at my slit. I went damper, slick with excitement, as Faith guided me face-down onto the bed, my knees on the floor. "That’s a good Slayer," she grinned, "Let me give that ass some exercise."
She picked up the dildo and moved behind me. One of her hands went between my legs and to my pussy. "Ohhhh," I groaned as finger went in, pushing deep into my slit and encouraging me up so that I my face was still on the bed, but it was my feet now on the floor with my legs straight and my ass raised.
Faith continued to explore my pussy with her finger as with her other hand she pushed the dildo at my puckered hole. The tip went in and Faith began to twist it, slowly drilling the ribbed toy down like it was a screwdriver. I gasped as it whirled round my anal chute, the ribs blissfully heating my bowel walls and sending happy signals cascading round my body. She continued to twirl it, using hardly any force apart from the toy’s own momentum to bring it down into me. It went in a lot slower than before, but still as pleasurable. I gave a small squeal, which turned into a big one as Faith’s finger moved up my slit at the same time. Faith grinned at my moans, "I guess this is what is meant screwing, huh?"
"Ooohh, yessss, yes it is, oooohh, that feels sooo good Faith" I moaned.
"Let’s widen your ass a bit more," said Faith and twisted the toy further. The ribs whirred round my hole, biting into the wall in a way that made me cry out in bliss – and the finger tickling my cunt wasn’t doing any harm either. Faith continued moving one hand back and forth, whilst making the other twist – something that hardly any kindergarten kids could manage, but which the semi-delinquent Slayer seemed to manage with ease. I made a mental note to see if I could manage when I was next alone with two horny holes and two dildos, and then I screamed again. Faith turned the dildo harder, drilling further down into my cunt, "You reckon I’m soon gonna strike oil, B?"
From the way the orgasms were pounding through my body I was pretty sure that she’d found it already; certainly I was burning like a pump which had just exploded, bucking and contorting as she managed my two holes with a dextrous efficiency. Fuck, if Faith had shown as much aptitude for her training as she did to doing my holes she’d have been Slayer of the Year at the Watcher’s Council’s annual awards – not, knowing Faith, that she’d have gone. The dildo went deeper and I knew what Faith meant about striking oil as it rested on the thin wall which separated my ass from my cunt, behind which my clit was quivering as Faith’s stroked it. I groaned, "One more twist?"
"You sure?" asked Faith, "I think its deep enough. I don’t want to lose it… that’d be some trip to the emergency room."
I decided that Faith has an evil smile. I tried to give her a glare back, but it turned into a moan of pleasure as her finger pinged my spot and my stern words became garbled and high-pitched in my throat, "Uuurrrhhh, yessss…. Uuuurrrhhh… Oh my… yessss, put it…. Fuuccckkk… yesss… deeper please."
I came explosively as Faith twisted the dildo and its tip pressed through to pressure my clit from behind. My pussy exploded girl cum, shooting it out in a spurt that soaked my bedding and left Faith’s finger dripping. She pulled it out. But I barely noticed as she twisted and pressed at the dildo, urging my back-hole wall in and making my G-spot blaze with sexual bliss. More cum swamped my slit and I gave a squeal as it shot out. Faith took her soaked finger and placed it in my mouth, like a baby’s dummy. I sucked my own cum; it wasn’t as tasty as Faith’s, but it was good enough. It also kept me from screaming in pleasure, though it couldn’t stop my legs shaking, my innards churning or my pussy squirting. Behind me Faith laughed, "You seem to be loving this, B, you little slayer slut…"
I came again, a tempest of pleasure that almost swept me off my feet and into the stratosphere. Faith pulled her finger from my mouth and I gave full vent to my feeling, "Aaaaarrrghhh, fuuuuucckkk, aaaaaaarggghhh!"
Faith didn’t stop, twirling the toy round my ass and heating me up like she was roasting me on a fire. Sweat dribbled down from my forehead, dripping down from my nose and sliding over my lips. My other set of lips were even wetter, soaked from the gushes of Buffy juice that kept shooting out at regular intervals. Orgasm after orgasm blasted through me, leaving my legs weak and my throat feeling like a cheese grater had been stuck down it. But still I couldn’t help myself screaming and shrieking, "Fuuucckkkk, oooohhhh, aaaaarggghhh, aaaaaarrrgggghhh!" like a little anal slut banshee, "AAAAarrrghhhh, aarrrrggghhh! Yeeeessssss!"
I collapsed, the dildo still in my ass, the muscles in my legs giving out like they had been pulverised by Mr Universe armed with a ten tonne hammer. Faith smiled and gave my head a stroke, "Ready, B?"
"For what?" I murmured back, "Aaaaaaarrrrghhhhhhh," I gave an almighty scream as Faith gripped the ring of the dildo and ripped out the ribbed toy as if she was plucking a strawberry’s stalk. A thousand orgasms rushed through me at once at the hard ridges of the toy rattled up my anal chute. If I hadn’t already been Miss Raggity on the bed every one of my limbs would have given up working and I’d have been face down chewing the bedding.
"For this…" said Faith with a false innocence.
I managed to get enough strength to pull myself properly onto the bed and under the sheet, "You coming Faith?" I held up one of the sheet.
"Nope, only came round to say hello," grinned Faith and reached for her top "I’ll see you for our training sesh later."
I fell asleep as she got dressed.
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