Freakin Christmas

Wow! When I get reviews, it makes me want to keep writing. And since I have this chapter finished I thought I'd give you a little more. Since you've all been so sweet and reviewed and everything. Plus, I have to go to work tomorrow. So I might as well get as much done as possible tonight.

Hope you like.

Disclaimer - See part one.

Oh yeah. I think I'm going to have to change the rating to NC-17 before long. ;)


This is just from Faith's POV. You'll get Buffy's next post.

Faith’s POV

Why was she looking at me like I was speaking Greek?

“You sleep nude?” She asked. What????

I looked at her for a moment, “Umm, if you want, I guess.” She wants me to sleep naked? Ok. I can do that.

“No…” Crap. “I mean, isn’t that what you just said?”

Huh?!? When did I say I sleep naked? Ok I do usually, but I didn’t say that. Oh yeah. “No, B, I said I could sleep till noon.”

She scrunched up her forehead. Oh, look, she seemed disappointed. Should I sleep nude? She shook her head. “Here let me get you something to wear,” she finally got out. She walked over to her dresser and began pulling things out of the drawers. What the hell is she doing?

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for something for you to wear. To sleep in.” Oh god, don’t let it be the cow pajamas. B or no B, I’m going home if I have to wear those things.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing her arm which was busy flinging a bikini out of her drawer, “I can just sleep in a T-shirt if it’s cool?”

“Umm sure, let me get you one.” Now she’s gonna rummage in her closet. Jesus, we were never going to bed, were we?

“Here you go.” She said handing me a pink tee that I couldn’t have worn when I was 6.

I looked at the front of it. ‘Kiss me.’ Oh fuck it. I started to get undressed. I had my top off, and Buffy was staring at me.

“Right. I’m just gonna go get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Ok. I pulled the top over my head. Holy shit this thing was tight. See this was why I slept in the buff. Oh a pun! Hey Buff, wanna sleep in the buff? I take my pants off, and then pull them right back on. Fuck.

“Faith why aren’t you ready for bed?” Holy shit! I thought she slept in flannel pajamas. There was nothing flannel or pajama about that tank top. Was she wearing thongs? I felt dizzy.

“Faith, are you okay?”

“Umm, yeah B. I think I’m just gonna go home.”

“What? Why?!? You can’t go home.” She crossed the room and came over to me, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Oh shit. “I…umm…well, see…” shit, Faith, spit it out, “I don’t have any panties.” I rushed out.

Whoa, now her face was the color of my teenie top. “Oh?”

“I mean…I don’t normally wear underwear. I…” She does have a thong on. Focus. “I would have…had I known. But you know? So I didn’t. Yeah. So, I’m just gonna go.”

She was staring at me. I’m a freak, I know. She walked past me and reached in a drawer. Nope, B can’t wear your panties. Don’t want to freak you out. “Here,” she said, handing me some shorts. “I don’t mind.”

I took the garment and held them up. Ok, I think these will do. “Thanks,” I muttered. So, she was just standing there staring at me. Sure. Whatever, I thought, taking off my jeans.

She watched me the whole time. It sounds kinda creepy, but it wasn’t. I pulled the shorts on and followed her to the bed. These were tight. My shirt was tight. How the hell am I going to sleep? Tight clothes and a half-naked B beside me. “Which side?” I asked.

She sat down on the bed and looked up at me. “Faith…” she started.

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna be here?”

Was she joking? I had wanted to get into this bed since the first time I saw it. Preferably with her in it as well. I decided not say that. “Of course B,” I told her.

“I mean, it just seems like you…I don’t know. Like you don’t want to be here or something.”

I moved closer to her. God I wanted to kiss her. Fuck it.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” I told her climbing in. I patted the side next to me.

She hesitated for a moment. She had this intent frown on her face, like she was contemplating something. Finally she decided to get in bed. I was lying on the side she was standing near, so I thought she would just walk around. She didn’t.

She crawled over me. On her knees. I was sitting up. Remember she had a thong on? I am so proud of my self-control. But she better hurry up, cause I wasn’t a saint. Whoa, what was she doing?

At the last minute, she moved and straddled my legs. Sitting down on my thighs, she turned and faced me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Breathe Faith. Don’t put your hands on her thighs! Ok, go ahead and put your hands on her thighs. “Me too.”

She was looking down. Between us. She was sitting on her knees, just above my lap. Don’t get up. She made the move to scoot over to her side of the bed, but I stopped her. “Wait.”

“What?” she whispered, still sitting there.

I didn’t say anything. I moved my hands from her legs to her hair. I brushed it out of her face. She was looking me in the eyes and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I leaned in and kissed her. Soft. Chaste, even. Hey, I can be chaste. I went to pull away and I felt her arms circle around my back. She was pulling herself closer to me. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue inside mine. Oh god. I can die now. Kissing her, I could die. I rolled my tongue around hers. She tasted like strawberries. I pulled her tighter to me. I could feel her breathing. Her breasts pressed against mine. She pressed herself down into my lap. God, I forgot she had a thong on. She was sitting on my naked thighs now. I could feel her. Jesus, she was…

She pulled back, “Oh my god,” she breathed, rising up a little. She pressed her forehead to mine. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

Really? “Really?”

“Yeah.”

I leaned up and kissed her again. A quick peck on the lips. “Me too.” I said. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to do that a lot longer than all night.”

“Me too.” She looked at me for a moment. “I guess we should umm…go to sleep, huh?”

What? Go to sleep? Was that what we were supposed to do now? Cause I was thinking more along the lines of rubbing our naked bodies together and then…well, you get the picture.

She still hadn’t moved from my lap though. I was breathing heavy. I ran my hands up and down her legs. She was still looking at me, her hands behind my back. “Is that what you wanna do?” I asked her.

“God, no,” she said, leaning forward again.

I fell back on the bed. Her on top of me. She was kissing me harder now. We were fighting for dominance. She was still straddling my legs. Holy shit, this was turning me on, and turning out to be a damn good Christmas after all.