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Friends With Benefits	By : Electra126 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 13275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
Xander had managed to sneak out
unnoticed, taking the junior slayers with him. Buffy and Faith didn�t notice
though, as they had been too busy dancing and just having a good time.
They loved the feeling of
finally being able to live. For Faith, it was mostly because she was out of
prison and on her way to a better and brighter future. Angel promised that he�d
find a way to take care of her legal matters, and she trusted him enough to not
give the subject a second thought.
For Buffy, however, it was a bit
different. By closing the Hellmouth and activating all of the slayers, she�d
basically given herself a new lease on life. She was no longer the one in charge;
life and death no longer lay cradled in her hands. Sure, there were slayers to
train and work to be done, but . . . it didn�t matter. She had never been able
to plan her future, because it was too hard to see past this week�s apocalypse
or next week�s disaster.
Now . . . it didn�t all rest on
her shoulders. There were other capable people, or at last there would be soon.
The thought of being able to
live a normal life . . . to get a job, and go out to movies and dinners and
dancing . . . it gave her a sense of power and control that she had never had
before. More than that, it gave her a sense of elation she hadn�t felt in ages.
She�d deal with planning her
life and mixing her slaying with normalcy at a later time. But for right now,
she wanted to celebrate. She wanted to live. She wanted to dance.
And she wanted Faith there with
her, because the brunette always seemed to be able to bring the fun. She always
had been able to.
But this time, she was doing it
in a more adult and responsible manner that had Buffy wanting to be around her
even more and more.
Of course, Buffy could hang out
with Willow and Xander and the rest of the Sunnydale crew. But at this time,
she knew that Faith was likely feeling the same things she was as far as
freedom and the future went. She knew that both she and Faith could relate on a
more personal level, as they were more alike than either girl cared to admit.
So hang out with Faith she did,
and having fun she definitely was.
As the night before, Buffy and
Faith ended up closing the club and walking out as the lights were being turned
out for the night. When they noticed that Xander and the junior slayers were
gone, they relaxed and realized that they could get back to the hotel at their
own leisure.
Instead of hailing a taxi
straight away, they stumbled across the parking lot and to the 24-hour diner
next door to get some food.
Before they stumbled into the
diner, they noticed Andrew walking across the parking lot with a group of men.
�Andrew!� Faith yelled, chuckling
as he turned towards them, startled.
�Oh, hello Faith. You�re looking
quite . . . wobbly. Is gravity the newest big bad?�
Faith tried to keep her balance,
laughing as she wobbled around.
�Nah, the gravity is fine, Andy
ol� boy. It�s the whiskey and tequila that are playing the role of the big bad
tonight. Now, correct me if I�m wrong, but am I seriously seeing you walkin
outta here with a group of fa . . .�
�FAITH!� Buffy interrupted,
giggling and elbowing Faith in the ribs. �Let Andrew tell us about his
friends.�
�This is Butch and Steve.
Fellas, this is Faith and Buffy, acquaintances from my former home. They�re
intoxicated; ignore any lies they may tell. Faith, Buffy . . . the guys were
just taking me to an all-night cinema to show me their theories on why
Aragorn�s true love was not, in fact, the lovely Arwen.�
�Let me guess . . . it�s the
blonde elf, right? Cos they�re both pretty-boys.� Faith said, holding onto
Buffy for balance. At this point, they were pretty much holding each other up.
�Don�t be silly, Faith.� Andrew
said, annoyed but confused at the same time. �Anyhoo, my new pals and I are
off. Be steady, dear slayers.�
And with that, Andrew went off
into the night with his new friends, leaving two giggling Slayers behind in his
wake.
�He�s in for a world of
surprises.� Buffy said with a chuckle as she started to walk towards the diner.
�You�ve got that right, B.
Little guy is gonna be scarred for life. If he doesn�t end up liking it, that
is.�
The two girls stumbled into the
diner, ordering up both breakfast and dinner cos they couldn�t decide which
they wanted. After chowing down their food and barely sobering up even just a
bit, they decided to flag down a cab and head back to the hotel for the night.
They would have went out and partied
more, but the sun was starting to come up. Unless they wanted to dance to
Celine Dion at the local convenience shop while sipping on slushies, their
evening was done.
Somehow, they managed to give
the cab driver the correct fare, plus a nice big tip. After all . . . he could
have driven them all around LA and they wouldn�t have known, seeing as how they
were both passed out all over one another in the back seat. But he actually
took them right to the hotel, dropping them off safely at the front entrance so
they could stumble up to their room together.
After taking a brief nap in the
elevator, the two slayers stumbled down the hall and to their room, not even
noticing the curious junior slayers sticking their heads out of their rooms to
see what the commotion was.
Somehow, they actually managed
to end up in their room, flopping on top of one another on the bed.
�Ouch, don�t lay on my stomach,�
Buffy mumbled. �It�s all full and . . . squeaky. I don�t think breakfast and
dinner was such a good idea. Either that or I ate a mouse.�
Faith groaned and rolled off of
Buffy. Not noticing how close she was to the edge of the bed, she flopped right
onto the carpeted floor, landing with a loud thump.
Buffy sat up and gasped, quickly
covering her mouth to smother the giggles that were escaping.
�It lacked grace, but the
landing was superb. I give it . . . an eight!� She laughed, holding up seven
fingers on her hand as if she was judging a diving competition. After laughing
to the point where it hurt her stomach, she flopped back onto the bed and
continued a giggle/whimper hybrid.
Faith lay still on the floor,
trying to figure out exactly what happened.
�You pushed me!� She mumbled,
sitting up and rubbing the back of her head. �I can believe you pushed me off
the bed!�
Buffy gasped, a look of
indignation on her face. �I did not! I think you may be under the affect of
alcohol, Faith . . . Secretlastname,� she slurred. Suddenly, her brows furrowed
and she looked down at Faith again. �Do you even have a last name?�
Faith completely ignored the
question, struggling to get up from her spot on the floor while rubbing the
back of her head.
�You fight dirty, Summers. And
you need to learn a lesson.�
Buffy kept giggling, not seeming
threatened at all by the way Faith was getting up from her spot on the floor
and glaring at her.
�Aww, whatcha gonna do, Faithy?
Toss me on my ass? I�m already laying down, genius.�
Faith grinned. �Nah, you can
stay where you are, B. You gave me an eight on my ass-first dive onto the
floor, but you still haven�t judged my belly-flop.�
Buffy barely had time to
register what Faith said before she saw a mess of brown hair flying at her. A
split-second later, she felt Faith�s body flop onto her, instantly pinning her
to the mattress.
�Ughhhhh!� Buffy cried out,
feeling quite smushed by the other girl�s now dead-weight on her. �I can�t
believe you did that, cow!� She struggled helplessly, not able to budge Faith
at all, especially now that she seemed to be snuggling up and clinging to
Buffy�s body. �Ugh. I so owe you one now.�
�Nah, consider us even, B.�
Faith mumbled as she nuzzled her face against Buffy�s upper chest. �How could I
charge you for my services when I get to conveniently rest my head on your
chest? We�re more than even.�
It only took Buffy a second to
forget the crushing weight on her as a tingle began to run through her body.
She suddenly remembered how horny she was, and how good Faith�s body felt
against hers.
She had felt it both nights that
they had spent together since they arrived in Los Angeles. A tingle that ran
through her body like a soft electric current, pulsing constantly every second
that their bodies touched.
Buffy had wondered why she felt
it, and if Faith was feeling the same thing. Sure, she could take the easy way
out and blame it on the slayer bond, but . . . that couldn�t solely explain it.
This was a feeling of freedom, of anticipation, of comfort . . . of lust.
And she was definitely feeling
the lust at the moment.
Her fingers started to
unconsciously stroke up and down Faith�s back, causing Faith to look up into
her eyes.
Faith flicked her tongue over
her lips, suddenly noticing how dry they were. She knew that this could blow up
in her face. She knew that Buffy had asked if they could talk about it when
they were sober. But . . . the moment felt right. It felt like it could happen
if they both wanted it enough.
And damn, did Faith want it!
Both Faith and Buffy looked deep
into one another�s eyes, waiting for the other to say something or make a move.
Faith finally went for broke and
spoke up.
�B . . . do you wanna do this?�
Buffy was sure that she had
never heard Faith sound so . . . timid. She knew that Faith didn�t want to ruin
the friendship that they were building, and frankly, neither did she. But there
was no denying that they were still horny from the big battle, and that there
was something between them that just couldn�t be denied.
Sure, she could go out and find
someone random. She hadn�t done that before, but . . . how hard could it be? Still,
sex with a stranger could be unsafe, as well as just more trouble than she
wanted to go through. Besides, their previous two nights had yielded no answers
to their little problem.
When all was said and done,
having a friend with benefits seemed to be the best possible option. It was
either that, a stranger, or having a mental breakdown from the constant
hornies.
And Faith was, as hard as it was
for Buffy to believe, her number one choice. Of all of the gang from Sunnydale
and even LA, Faith was the only person that Buffy believed a �friends with
benefits� situation would work with. The brunette understood how it worked, and
best of all . . . she was the one who had suggested it.
Having made up her mind with her
silent reasoning, Buffy bit her lower lip and hesitantly nodded her head as she
looked deep into Faith�s eyes.
A small smile crept onto Faith�s
lips. She leaned forward and brushed her lips quickly over Buffy�s before
pulling back and looking into her eyes again.
�Yeah?�
Buffy copied Faith�s move,
leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back a few
inches and looking into her eyes.
�Uh-huh.�
Faith grinned, repeating the
gesture again but letting the kiss linger a moment longer this time.
�You sure?� She asked as she
pulled back again. �No take-backs and no do-overs. We do this and we�re
committed to the cause: friends with benefits. Sex with no commitment, no
crying, no gettin upset cos of un-returned phone calls, no jealousy, and no . .
. I repeat, NO doing the girly clingy thing. You down, B?�
Buffy pondered it for a moment,
chewing on her bottom lip.
�So, we have the sex but I don�t
get chocolate and flowers afterwards?�
Faith chuckled, kissing Buffy�s
lips quickly again as they remained as close to one another as possible.
�Yeah, B, that�s about right.�
Buffy grinned and held out her
hand to Faith to seal the offer.
�Flowers make me itch and
chocolate makes me fat. Sounds like a solid plan to me.�
Faith took Buffy�s hand and
shook it, flashing her a huge grin as they inched closer together.
Buffy�s breathing quickened, her
nervousness at the new situation quite apparent. She wasn�t scared of doing
this with Faith; she was nervous of doing it with Faith. You know . . . IT. Not
only had she never had sex with another woman, but she hadn�t even seen it on a
video. She�d blushed and turned the channel when the sex scene on Bound came on
while she was watching TV with Willow one time, and that was her closest brush
with lesbianism that she had ever had.
She vaguely remembered the
mattress being on the floor, and Jennifer Tilly's hand between Gina Gershon's .
. .
. . . and enter the panic.
Buffy suddenly realized exactly
what was bout to happen. Sex with Faith. Faith, who was a woman, and owning of
the girly parts. Girly parts of which Buffy really didn�t know exactly what to
do with. Of course, she wasn�t prude enough to try to act like she had never
masturbated. She was a slayer, and slayers had certain needs and desires.
And if she was totally honest
with herself, she couldn�t deny having though about women in a sexual way
before. While masturbating.
Even that wasn�t entirely true,
though. It wasn�t women that Buffy had thought about; it was Faith. Who, of
course, was a woman. God, was she a woman! But in the last couple of weeks
before the collapse of the Hellmouth, Faith had brought a rush of old memories
back to Buffy�s mind. Memories of long nights together when they had first met,
slaying and dancing and flirting. And memories of what she�d do to her tight
little body the second she�d hop into the shower when she got home from her
quasi-dates with Faith.
Everything aside, Buffy knew her
own body, and what exactly made it feel good. She didn�t know what type of
experience Faith had, nor did she have any desire to learn of her past
misadventures in the realm of lesbianism. She just decided to go with the flow,
try to read Faith as best as she could, and do things to Faith that she,
herself, would like.
Faith watched, entertained, as
Buffy seemed to have some type of quiet mental breakdown. Buffy�s had spaced
out as soon as Faith had started to lean in closer to her, so Faith had to sit
back and watch the inner struggle that Buffy was going through.
She smiled as Buffy�s eyebrows
furrowed, then as she blushed, and then as a look of determination crossed the
blonde�s face. At that point, Faith decided to help end Buffy�s inner turmoil.
Without any further hesitation, she placed her fingertips under Buffy�s chin,
waited until Buffy met her gaze, and leaned in and began to kiss her.
Their kisses were chaste at
first, allowing them time to adjust to the new sensations. As it turned out,
the kissing was great foreplay, as they both began to get bolder with every
kiss.
Faith was surprised to feel
Buffy taking initiative, running her tongue over Faith�s bottom lip so that she
could kiss her deeper. Faith obliged accordingly, parting her lush lips to let
Buffy�s tongue explore her moist, warm mouth.
Buffy sighed a bit into Faith�s
mouth, even letting a moan escape as Faith began to suck on her tongue.
Pulling back for a moment to
catch her breath which seemed to have been ripped from her chest, Buffy grinned
and looked into Faith�s eyes.
�That was . . . hot.�
Faith grinned, letting her
fingertips run from under Buffy�s chin, across her collarbone, and down her
arm.
�You like?�
�Oh yeah.� Buffy purred in her
still drunken state, leaning in for another kiss.
Her judgment, however, was still
a bit off, and she forgot exactly how close she was to Faith until their foreheads
clonked off of one another.
�Ow! Jesus, Buffy, are you
trying to knock me out? We can�t have sex if we�re unconscious.� Faith joked.
�What the hell is your head made of anyways, lead?� Faith asked, remembering
just how heavy Buffy�s head had been on her arm the last two nights in a row.
�Sorry!� Buffy apologized,
embarrassed. She rubbed her forehead, instantly noticing the goose-egg that was
slowly appearing. �I didn�t mean to . . . I was just . . . there was kissing,
and there should have been more, and I . . .� she rambled, not noticing the
amused look on Faith�s face.
�Relax, B . . . there�s still
sex to be had. Why don�t you just lay back a bit and let me . . . get things
started?� She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Buffy smiled, leaning back onto
her elbows and watching Faith with a seductive look on her face.
Faith hovered over Buffy, making
the older girl shiver as she trailed her hair over the length of her arms. She
lowered herself gently onto Buffy�s body, only letting part of her weight rest
on her so that Buffy could feel free to respond in whatever way felt good.
Buffy felt her heart beating
hard in her chest as Faith�s lips brushed over hers again, instantly
remembering how incredible it felt to even be simply kissing the girl. Her whole
body responded in a way that it never had before with anyone she was sexually
involved with. This was new. This was different. This was good.
Faith�s kisses became more
determined, their tongues soon sliding over and around one another. Buffy
wrapped her arms around Faith�s back, allowing Faith to rest more fully on her.
This was making out. This was
good. They were slowly getting more comfortable with one another and with what
was going to soon be happening.
When kissing was no longer
enough, Buffy let her hand slip under the back of Faith�s shirt, letting her
fingertips roam over the soft skin of Faith�s back. She had obviously hit one
of Faith�s more pleasurable points, as the brunette moaned softly into her
mouth.
Encouraged, Buffy�s touches became
more intent, caressing the spots on Faith�s back and sides that made her moan
or breathe in a different way. The good kind of way.
She suddenly began to think that
this whole �sex with girls� thing wasn�t as hard as she was thinking it would
be.
And that�s when she hit Faith�s
bra clasp.
Buffy wasn�t sure exactly what
to do next; should she unclasp Faith bra so that she could get a look at her
surely gorgeous breasts, or did she leave it be and let things progress at
Faith�s speed? And if she unclasped Faith�s bra, what then?
Deciding not to get too wrapped
up in what-if�s and how�s, Buffy went for broke and let her fingers snap open
the clasp to Faith�s bra. It took her a moment or two, as her alcohol-induced
haze made even the simplest task much more difficult.
She knew it was the right move
when she felt Faith smile against her lips.
And then Faith�s lips were gone
from hers, and it took Buffy a moment or two to realize that Faith was now
straddling her waist with her fingertips under the hem of her own shirt.
Faith wiggled her eyebrows at
Buffy before lifting her shirt up and over her head.
Or, at least partially over her
head.
Buffy managed to move her gaze
from Faith�s loosely bra�d breasts up to her face, which was currently
obstructed by her inside-out shirt.
�Shit!� She heard Faith mumble.
�What?� Buffy asked, her
eyebrows furrowing.
�The tag is tangled up in the
back of my hair. It�s stuck.� Faith answered, her voice muffled through her
shirt.
�Well, can�t you just pull it
free?� Buffy asked, confused as to why this was such a big deal. Faith�s
half-clad breasts hung only two feet in front of her face, teasing her ever so
subtly as the unclasped bra threatened to fall and reveal them at any moment.
Buffy began to hope that Faith
would have a violent sneeze that would jolt the bra down.
�Sure I can, Einstein, so long
as you don�t mind me having a huge bald-spot on the back of my head from where
the tag ripped it out.�
Buffy suddenly understood
exactly how stuck Faith was in her shirt and realized that she needed to help.
ASAP. Because they needed to be having sex. Like, now.
Without thinking first, Buffy
immediately sat in an upright position, not realizing what her movement did
until it was too late.
A small high-pitched scream escaped
Faith�s throat as she was tossed off of Buffy and onto the floor, yet again.
Buffy�s eyes widened at the
spectacle before her.
�I . . .shit . . . oh god . . .
sorry! � She rambled, doing her best to get up from the bed so that she could
help Faith up and out of her tangled mess.
However, she failed to notice
that her right foot had become tangled in the bed sheets. As soon as she tried
to stand, her foot missed the floor for being tangled in the sheets and she
fell right over onto the already displaced Faith. She landed with a loud thud,
causing Faith to yell out.
�Holy shit! You made me bite my
lip, B! Are you cursed or something?�
Buffy struggled to get free from
the mess of blankets that trapped her on Faith, scoffing as she answered Faith.
�Do NOT even joke about curses.
I�m like fly-paper for curses, and everything else icky, gross, and smelly. Do
NOT jinx it.� She answered, finally getting to her feet.
Faith just lay on the floor and
whimpered, her pride and libido temporarily deflated by the series of events
that had occurred in the past ten minutes.
�Do you think you can just . . .
go get the scissors from the bathroom and help me out here, B?� Faith asked
from within the confines of her tangled shirt and the bed sheets.
�Uh, yeah,� Buffy answered,
finally defeated.
She stumbled her way to the
bathroom and fetched the scissors from the toiletries basket, fixing her
rumpled hair in the mirror before returning to help Faith. She knew that the
sex idea was over for the night, but there was no reason that she couldn�t
still look presentable.
Making her way slowly back into
the main room, Buffy froze in place as she saw that Faith�s bra had slid down
her arms, revealing her full, round breasts. Taken aback by the sight, Buffy
took a step forward, only to trip over one of her hastily discarded shoes from
when they had returned to the room.
She tried her best to steady
herself as she fell, keeping the scissors as far away from her body so that she
could avoid injury. As she landed, she felt the scissors penetrate something
tough that was laying on the floor. A large tear sounded through the room as
the metal penetrated what seemed to be a tough, sturdy material.
Buffy kept her eyes closed, not
wanting to look at what she knew was something truly horrifying. She kept
completely still with her eyes clenched shut, listening to the gasp from across
the room as Faith scurried up to look over the bed.
�Nooooooo, not my boots!� Faith
yelled as she poked her head out the bottom of her shirt, her arms flailing
around in an effort to free herself from the tangles mess she was in.
Buffy cringed, opening one eye
enough to see the long metal scissors sticking right through the top of Faith�s
famous black boots.
No, there would be no sex
tonight. There would be mourning over boots and over what was now the most
embarrassing night of both of their lives.
They might not have any jobs
lined up for the immediate future, but at least both girls knew that they could
always fall back on clown school.
TBC
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