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Buffy is tired of laundry. Truly. You wear one thing, and then you change into another, and if you have a clothing thief in your household, you run out of options fast. Faith’s mostly respectful of their shared space. Keyword, mostly.
And Buffy will sooner be dead than admit Faith’s legs look so damn good in those leather pants. She stands over the dryer now, digging through Faith’s clothes for the evidence. Sifting through tight tank tops and skimpy underwear, Buffy grabs hold of precious red leather. “ Jackpot .” She utters to herself. She tosses the pants into her own basket before going back into the dryer. Half of this stuff shouldn’t even be in here. Buffy figures Faith doesn’t care too much about following laundry instructions.
It’s so dirty , the way Buffy snoops through Faith’s arsenal of lingerie. A maroon lace-up corset top, hanging out at the bottom, catches her eye. “Ooh, pretty .”
Buffy admires the detailing, the intricate designs of dark angels and demonic symbols. The cups are structured, with solid underwires and padding. Her cheeks flush red, and her heart picks up the pace. She imagines the garment hugging Faith’s chest, cleavage nearly spilling over the lace trim. Buffy’s fingers running over the smooth, supple flesh, the heat and light flash from above them at The Bronze . Surrounding patrons were mere blurry visions, all the mental imagery focused on Faith and the way she moves her body. Her hips swing, and she holds her backside up against Buffy, grinding against her.
“When did I get so gay?” Buffy whispers. She shuts down her train of thought and actually begins folding Faith’s clothes instead of her own. She lays them out on the counter nearby, organizing everything in neat little piles. She’ll take it all upstairs when she finishes washing and drying hers.
A familiar, husky voice booms from the staircase.
“Hey, girlfriend. Find the matching thongs yet?” Faith says, a smug grin spreading across her face. “Never knew you were so domestic, B.”
“Can’t hog the dryer all morning, F .” She emphasizes the nickname.
Faith responds with a quip, sauntering over to Buffy and nudging her with her hip. “Hence why I’m here collecting my inventory.” She leans against the machines, one leg against the door of the washer. “You’re cute when you act like we’re married.”
Buffy snorts, chuckles, and leans up against Faith. She’s still folding up some of Faith’s more intimate garments. “I’m not! Just claiming what’s rightfully mine.” She gestures to her growing pile of reclaimed clothes.
Faith purrs. “Mmm. Domestic and possessive. Hot .”
“Possessive of my possessions, yes.” Buffy rolls her eyes but still keeps a goofy smile on her face. “By the way, what’s with all the sexy underwear? Got a Victoria’s Secret runway to attend?” She rubs her arm against Faith’s. It’s a small but intimate gesture. They’re unnaturally touchy. It’s almost not even on purpose.
“ No .” Faith bites her lip, and she continues to smirk. “Want me to put one on for you?” She wiggles her hips, offsetting Buffy’s balance.
“I-” Buffy tries to come up with a witty response and falls short. She holds her breath for a second before continuing. “Yes?” Her voice rises with hesitation. She’s already been caught red-handed snooping through Faith’s panties, might as well commit to the bit…and maybe her request is built from pure desire.
She simply hopes to not be met with rejection or disgust. But who was she kidding? Faith’s been hinting at something for weeks now. Years, if you count all their previous sexual tension.
Faith blinks, unmoving, and she holds back her shock. “Seriously?”
Buffy turns and grips onto the corset top she found, handing it off to her. “I want to see how it looks on you.” She says, matching the smug grin. “It’s a really pretty top.”
“Oh, you just wanna see me naked.” Faith states bluntly and flashes her teeth like a vampire. “Admit it, B.” Her lips curl. They’re soft, oh so soft , and more than kissable. They’ve got a sheen gloss over them. “I get your motor running.”
Buffy’s heart skips a beat. Well, yes. You do. But I’m not going to say that out loud. “I mean…I think you have a nice body, yeah. And good fashion sense.” She nods, as if she saved herself from further homosexual embarrassment.
Faith narrows her eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
“What?”
“Go on, B. Feed my ego. You can do it.”
“Your boobs…um… are nice! Very nice. Soft, even.” Buffy’s beyond flustered now, and stumbles over every word. “ Perfect size.”
Faith bumps her shoulder to Buffy’s again, before going ahead and stripping off the white tank, throwing it off over her head and to the floor. “Alright. I’ll try it on for you. But…No touching unless I say so.” She waggles her finger in Buffy’s face. The girl’s eyes widen when she sees that Faith’s bare chest is out in front of her.
“Eyes up, blondie.”
Buffy’s unable to follow the command, eyes tracing the round and supple flesh, and Faith’s…nipples. Yup. She’s got those. She’s topless in front of me. Oh my god. What have I gotten myself into? Her internal monologue continues to tweak, short-circuiting endlessly until Faith turns around.
Undone in the back, Faith’s having some trouble reaching around to grab the laces of the corset. “Mind giving me a hand here?”
Buffy hesitates for a second before running her hands down Faith’s back, retrieving the laces and tightening the corset bit by bit. Her hands tremble; Faith’s body heat radiates and casts rays against the other woman. Her breathing slows as she attempts to remain as composed as possible while Buffy ties her up. She’s anxious to see Buffy’s response to the tightness and the lifting of her breasts. She tucks long dark locks away from her eyes and behind her ears.
Buffy’s just about done lacing her up, pulling the corset as tight as possible without suffocating Faith completely. She ties a cute bunny-ear bow, and then she runs her clammy palms over Faith’s shoulders. They tense up in anticipation.
Buffy’s jaw drops when Faith moves away and turns to face her.
“Am I so beautiful that you’ve got no words left?”
Buffy’s breath hitches. Her eyes wander, from the spilling cleavage, precisely as she imagined, and the way the garment clings to Faith’s perfect breasts. Everything about her is perfect. The way her hair falls over her shoulder, with slight waves and unbrushed. The voluminous tousled locks frame soft cheeks and plush lips. Not to mention those almond brown eyes that are glossy and somehow staring into Buffy’s soul. Buffy’s damned, aroused, and apparently same-sex attracted soul. Yup. I like boobs. She thinks to herself, still not giving Faith a response. Did I just say boobs?
“You’re gorgeous.” Buffy coos, her voice softening to a gentle sigh. “Wow, Faith. It’s…” She shakes her head, eyes still admiring every pristine detail. “You look hot.” She nods, smiling weakly. “ You’re…perfect .” She says in an almost-whisper.
Faith’s eyes soften, her brows loosen from their cocky stance to one of uncertainty. “You really think so?”
Buffy nods. “Yeah.” She sighs again. “It looks exactly how I imagined it.” She’s admiring Faith like a precious treasure, as if she just walked down the aisle in a wedding-style ballgown. As if it weren’t a skimpy piece of lingerie. As if Faith was worth cherishing and not just fucking . Buffy certainly wants to. Both things, of course.
“You imagined me in this?” Faith cocks her head in disbelief. Her confidence is wavering into insecurity now that she seems to have Buffy’s complete admiration. She can tell by the way her jaw’s still on the floor.
“We were at The Bronze ,” Buffy starts to say as she closes the distance between them. “Dancing together. I was-” She grits her teeth and almost gives up on the confession when the urge to continue surges through her. “ Touching you, and you were on me. If you know what I mean.” She laughs, the tone of nerves coming through. She doesn’t reach for her flesh, and instead runs her fingers gently through Faith’s hair. Screw it, I’m gonna ask to kiss her. I’m gonna do it.
Faith’s lips curl downward, leaving her bottom lip pouty and irresistible.
“Can I kiss you, Faith?” Buffy whispers. “Please?” She twirls her hair around in her fingers, and her free hand goes to caress her bare shoulders gently. Still a treasure. Always a treasure.
Faith opens her mouth to respond, and she goes to bite her lip. “You don’t want more?”
“I mean…I wouldn’t say no. Just figured I’d start with a kiss.” Buffy smiles, her confidence rising above Faith’s. “You deserve some romance. You’re perfection wrapped in sexy lingerie. I could paint you like one of my French girls.” She blushes, squeezing Faith’s arm softly. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to.” She says in her continuing gentle tone. This wasn’t her original intention, but if it leads to it, Buffy’s down. She’d hate to back Faith into a corner where she feels as though she can’t say no. Buffy would be disappointed, yeah, but if she’s not ready, she’s not ready . No big deal.
“Hey, B. I’m the one who suggested the show. Would suck if I didn’t tell.”
“That doesn’t make sense, but I get what you’re saying.” Buffy pets Faith’s hair, brushing it over her shoulder and wrapping her arms around her. “You are free not to tell if you don’t want to.”
“Appreciate you being the queen of consent, really. But you know I’m down for whatever. It’s cool. Five by five.”
“I want you to enjoy yourself.” Buffy hugs Faith closer. She lets her. It’s a heart-beating, tension-rising moment. She’s delaying the moment too, out of her own hesitance to break the ice. “I’d enjoy being with you.” She smirks, staring Faith directly in the eye. “Whatever you’re ready for.”
Faith gives Buffy a genuine smile back. She nods slightly. “You can kiss me.” Her heart sinks a little, and mentally she’s locked into the idea that this shouldn’t even be real. How is Buffy so tender?
Buffy caresses Faith’s flushed cheeks and brings her in for a sweet kiss. It’s quick and yet passionate. Faith kisses back, mirroring the softness. There’s a part of her that wants to take more control, but she’s enjoying feeling like a person. As strange as it is for her to do.
Buffy breaks the kiss and giggles, her hands shaking around Faith’s shoulders. “That was really nice.”
“Thanks. You’re a good kisser.” Faith giggles too, allowing herself to indulge in the schoolgirl-first-time jitters. It’s a nice change of pace. “Was always jealous of anyone who got to kiss ya.”
“Awwe, Faith . That’s so cute .” Buffy drags out her words.
Faith rolls her eyes, her hands moving down to hold Buffy at the waist. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it get to your head, Twinkie.”
“I always wanted to kiss you. Well…except for the times when I wanted to kill you. But we burned that bridge a long time ago.”
“Yeah? You eager to burn another one?”
“Faith. You need to stop with the confusing metaphors. I’ve got blushing virgin jitters.”
“You never kissed a girl?”
“No! Especially not a cute one like you.” Buffy’s actually flirting now. Why the hell not? They’ve already kissed, and she got a full-on topless view. Any shame is now entirely off the table. “Sorry, that was so corny.” She snorts, shaking her head and looking away from Faith’s gaze.
Faith shrugs. “Eh. I’ve heard worse things.” Her hand comes up and reaches for Buffy’s chin, nudging her face back to hers. “You’re cute.”
Buffy sticks her tongue out through her teeth as she smiles. “Maybe.” She drags a finger up and down Faith’s arm. “Do you wanna….?” She says boldly, trying to nudge around the bush she desperately wants to beat. “You know…” She shies away from the words she wants to come out of her mouth. “Kiss again?”
Faith just laughs. “Sure. Yeah. Go for it.”
“Is it okay if I put my hands on you this time?” Buffy asks innocently. “I really want to touch you.” She whispers into Faith’s ear. That earns Buffy a good squeeze, and Faith holds their bodies together, every inch of them pressed against the other. “Please.”
“Come on, B. Knock the virgin act. Touch my tits if you want.” Faith quips, bringing Buffy’s trembling hands to her supple chest. “You’ve already got my yes. I let you kiss me, didn’t I?” She gives her a cocky half-smirk.
Buffy gasps as her hands make contact. She kneads them gently, and she goes in for the second kiss.
This is where things start to heat up, Buffy’s hands knead harder, and Faith can’t help but start to whimper. She’s biting at Buffy’s bottom lip to prevent the full-on moans from coming out. She’s more primed than a fresh coat of paint.
Buffy lets a few noises slip as they progressively get more aggressive with the kiss. Her hands drift from Faith’s chest, landing on her hips. One bold hand reaches for the roundness of Faith’s backside, giving it a hesitant squeeze. She’s got a cute butt . Buffy can’t resist. Those tiny black shorts accentuate her curves in the absolute best way.
Buffy leans in harder to Faith, and her bottom clashes with the washing machine, turning it on with not much effort. It starts up slow but clangs and bangs when the speed picks up. Faith’s up against it as Buffy kisses her. She slowly opens her mouth wider, sliding her tongue against Faith’s. Buffy’s on the border of riding Faith’s thigh, which conveniently made its way between her legs, inching to her core.
The kiss breaks, leaving the two slayers still pressed against each other and hungry for more. They stare each other down, like they both know what’s about to happen next. Buffy appears to get more nervous, but discreetly tucks her fingers in her own waistband, tugging her pyjamas down to her ankles. She steps out, kicking her pants away from the two of them.
“Ooh, the good-girl slayer wants to get her naughty on.” Faith teases, while one of her hands dances around Buffy’s pelvic bone.
Buffy doesn’t respond with a witty quip, and instead stares Faith dead in the face and says, “Touch me.” There’s a sense of urgency in her voice.
Faith freezes for a second, not expecting her to be so direct. “Your wish is my command.” She’s now stumbling over her words like an idiot. She’s done the girl-on-girl thing a million times before, and yet this feels like uncharted territory. “Oh, Buffy .” She looks down and eyes the soaked fabric. She whines, the sight of her heat alone driving her motor up to top speed. Not unlike the washer, aggressively vibrating behind them. “You’re wet.”
Buffy whimpers. “Touch. Me.” It comes out like a plea, and it definitely was.
“Okay, okay, princess. I’ll give you what you want.” Faith purrs, hoisting Buffy up onto the washing machine. The vibrations send an electrifying stimulation to Buffy’s clit, and she lets out a loud moaning gasp.
“ Faith- ”
Faith gives her an evil smirk, spreading Buffy’s thighs. Her left hand traces delicate circles around the wetness. She’s gonna rock Buffy’s world, and if she wants to do that, she’s gotta drive her mad. She playfully sticks her tongue out and lifts Buffy’s bottom to swiftly remove the tiny black underwear. She tosses it behind her. Don’t need that anymore. The shaking of the machine is giving Buffy just enough stimulation to build her pleasure, but not enough to give her release.
Faith takes Buffy’s leg, lifting it over her shoulder, beginning her descent between her inner thighs.
Buffy’s staring down at her like a starving lion, eyeing the last meal in the Savannah. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Her brain is stirring faster than the laundry.
At last, Faith spreads Buffy’s inner lips, going in to drag her tongue up from her dripping heat, to flat over her clit. She gives it a gentle suck with her lips and tongue before pulling away. Buffy whimpers at every drag of her tongue and audibly groans at the lack of contact.
Faith licks her own lips, biting at her lower lip. “Sweet like candy. You’re killing me, B.” She stands up straighter, hands wandering underneath Buffy’s tiny crop top. She uses her right thumb to run over her nipple and squeezes it.
“You’re-” Buffy accidentally lets a loud moan slip when Faith touches her breasts. “Killing me. Come on, Faith . Please. Please .”
Faith cocks her head, giving Buffy a menacingly innocent grin. “Please what?”
“Tongue. Fingers. Anything. Oh, god-” Buffy’s thighs tremble, and the shaking of the machine, now at the most intense part of the cycle, makes the girl’s eyes roll back in her head. She’s close to screaming out in ecstasy. “Faith. Faith . Faaiitthh …” She drags out the name. Buffy’s convulsing, every ounce of pleasure driving her mad. The lack of contact from Faith is exacerbating the situation. Her belly grows hungrier by the minute. She’s gonna have to pounce. Her toes curl, and she’s spreading herself wider. Her hands grasp at anything that’ll stop her from falling into the abyss.
Faith groans. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” Yeah, I can’t tease her anymore. Or else I’m going to implode. She thinks as she feels her inner core ache at this holy and heavenly image. Buffy on the verge of orgasm…perfect tits, perfect thighs, perfect everything . Don’t even get Faith started on the way she tastes. If this was her last meal? Then, so be it. She’ll go down with this ship.
She’s going down on Buffy, giving her that last few seconds of torture before diving right in and sucking a cute little clit into her mouth. She flicks her tongue while sucking on it, hard. Buffy’s ascended, lost in every touch. Her back arches, and it doesn’t take a long time for her to start bucking into Faith’s face. Every lick around her sensitive spots earns an even louder call out of Faith’s name. Am I in Heaven, again? Am I dead?
Faith’s having similar thoughts as she takes every soaking wet fold on a journey to pleasure mountain. Her tongue explores, circling every sweet spot that makes Buffy scream. She practically is already.
Buffy’s dancing around the edge of glory, and she’s gripping onto Faith’s head for dear life. She’s inching closer and closer to the money shot.
“Faith, I’m- Oh! I’m,” Buffy’s jaw drops and her tongue falls out of her mouth. “Faith. Faith. Faith .” She cries. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop !” She chants, her body vibrating wildly with every wave.
Faith smirks against Buffy’s core, and with one final suckle of her clit, it sends Buffy to the astral realm. She freezes, oh , she’s at the absolute edge now. The tide is coming. With that, fluid flows rapidly out of her, squirting endlessly on Faith as she drinks from her. She’s left in a puddle atop the laundry machine as it slows to a stop. Buffy’s pussy continues to leak over Faith, running down her chest and her corset top.
Buffy’s wrecked. She collapses backwards into the wall. She’s hyperventilating, unable to calm down until the aftershocks cease.
Faith’s still licking, as if cleaning the trembling girl out with her tongue. She gives her clit a sweet little kiss before running over it with her thumb. Her face is shiny, wet with the reminder that she slayer-fucked Buffy senseless. Her heartbeat between her own thighs is raging, wild, and urgent. Holy fuck.
“ Faithy .” Buffy calls out. She’s still out of breath and flustered.
“Yeah, babes? What’s the deal?” Faith stands up, going in to give Buffy a taste of herself with a kiss. “I rock your world, or what?” She comments.
Buffy stares back, completely dumbfounded. “Uh, yeah. Broke the dam there.” She huffs, trying to catch her breath. “I haven’t…you know… that hard in years .”
Faith’s smirk softens. “Yeah?” She says, trying to look over to the laundry basket for some kind of towel. She leaves Buffy, grabs the closest available rag, and comes back to start wiping her up. She’s making sure every inch of her is dry, as well as the machine.
Buffy doesn’t say anything, watches as Faith cares for her. She never knew Faith had such a caring, soft side, especially after something like… that .
“You think we should run another cycle just in case?” Faith quips.
“Totally.” Buffy laughs, reaching out to wipe her hand across Faith’s still-wet face. “Let me return the favour first.”
Faith shakes her head. “You don’t gotta.”
“Well, I wanna.” Buffy insists. “Maybe we can go up to my bedroom? More privacy and um…We can use my toys .”
Faith raises one eyebrow. “You have toys?”
“Mmhm.” She wraps her arms around Faith’s shoulders. “Come play with me.” She sighs.
Faith can tell she’s still itching for more. No surprises, of course, especially after that waterfall. She wouldn’t mind. She’s either gotta get herself off or let Buffy give her head, and Faith has a feeling that Buffy’s good with her tongue. She’s eager to find out. A little scared, but might as well go for it if she’s offering.
In Buffy’s bedroom, there’s nothing but a small lamp illuminating the space. They walk in, hand-in-hand, and Faith locks the door behind them. With every step further into the space, she’s aching with anticipation.
“I… um. I’ve never done this before, with a girl.” Buffy admits, shyly. Her face is still just as flushed as it was when Faith finished her off. Her breath hasn’t exactly caught up either. Thoroughly wrecked. She sits down on the bed, and Faith is right there with her. She traces tentative circles around the pale skin of Faith’s thighs. “I want it to be good for you.”
“Trust me. Doesn’t take much to get me going. You’ll do great.” Faith takes Buffy’s hand, bringing it right up, laying it flat against her core. “I’m already wet.”
Buffy nods. “Lay back.” She bites the command, imitating complete confidence. “I’ll take off your shorts. Just relax for me.”
Faith’s breath hitches, feeling more aroused as Buffy takes control. She scoots back in the bed, laying her head down on the pillow. She spreads her legs for Buffy, staring at her and patiently waiting for the escalation. Her breasts heave, almost spilling over the cups.
Buffy takes in the sight of the woman splayed out before her, and she can’t help but lovingly gaze all over Faith’s body. She rubs her palm over Faith’s knee, opening her up wider. “You’re beautiful.” She sighs again. Faith looks away, her eyes not meeting Buffy’s. It’s too gentle, too intimate. Especially when Buffy keeps treating her like a precious diamond, running her thumb over every edge and appreciating it all for what it is.
Buffy shuffles closer, lying down on her stomach between Faith’s legs. “ Faithy ?” She calls softly. She rubs her inner thigh.
“Hmm?” Faith brings her attention back to Buffy. “‘Sup, Twinkie? Need some guidance?” She’s protecting her heart with armour so she doesn’t crumble. She’s damn near close.
Buffy shakes her head. “Just want to see your pretty face.” Her lips curl upward, and she snakes her tongue out to lick them in hunger. She hooks her finger in Faith’s waistband, tugging her shorts off, whipping them to the floor. “No panties. Nice.” She giggles to herself. Dark curls grow downward, and Buffy wastes no time in pushing her thumb through and exploring Faith’s folds.
Faith holds a whimper in. Oh, fuck. Yup, that’ll do it. The finger rubs gently around a sensitive bud, as if Buffy were doing it to herself. She’s eyeing the prize with intrigue, and her mouth is salivating at the sight.
“Tell me if this feels good.” Buffy bites her own lip, then moves the soft hairs out of her way to lick one gentle circle around Faith’s clit. She’s nervous, not sure if she’s doing this right, but she intends to keep going. She pushes her face over the lips, laying her wet tongue flat over the bud.
Faith’s turned on, yes, but Buffy’s not quite hitting the right spot. She puts her hands on Buffy’s head, moving her off. “Small circles. Kiss. Then suck. You’ll get me off in under a minute. Try it.” She says, guiding Buffy back to her clit.
Like clockwork, Buffy’s lips and tongue follow direction surprisingly well. Circling Faith’s clit, she hits just the right area to get her moaning and groaning.
“Right there, baby. Good job.” Faith rolls her head back, relaxing her body as the sensation soothes her aching. “Buffy…” She moans. She grips long blonde locks, holding her tight.
Buffy kisses her clit, then takes it in her mouth with a hard suck. She suctions over it, keeping it inside. She moves from side to side, causing Faith’s hips to spasm as the pleasure builds. She gains more confidence as the other girl writhes and moans under her tongue. She’s practically face-fucking Buffy.
…and as the slayer prophecy foretold, Faith hits her peak and cries out in ecstasy. “Buffy, oh, yes . Fuck me. Fuck .” Her moans are high-pitched, and she whines loudly. To her surprise, Buffy slides two fingers inside, curling them up and pumping them in and out slowly.
“Harder. Do it harder.” Faith begs, her hips bucking up to meet the touch. “Add another finger. Fill me up, B.” She grips the bedsheets, nearly tearing them off the mattress as she starts building toward another climax.
Buffy curls another finger inside, pumping even faster, and she moans herself at the feeling of Faith’s pussy tightening around her. “ You’re so hot .”
Faith bites her lip, throws her head back, and bucks her hips faster than Buffy can handle. When she wants to be fucked, she makes sure she’s getting fucked. She doesn’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.
Buffy, on the other hand? She’s going to fuck Faith until she’s smashed the bedframe. She uses her free hand to scratch down the woman’s thighs, leaving a trail of red marks.
Faith genuinely screams out at the pain of the pleasure, and she uses her hand to play with her tits, pinching at her own nipples. “Fuck, B. Make me bleed .”
Buffy’s caught off guard, but she curls her fingers up to Faith’s G-spot to hear the moan. She rakes down the thighs again, gripping her harder and tearing into her skin.
The bed under them creaks and swells at the roughness, banging against the wall with ease. Faith’s close to the edge, about to collapse into the abyss of her orgasm. She’s so, so close… and Buffy stops. Complete torture.
“B?”
Buffy stares back, smirking at her. “Not yet, Faithy. I wanna try something on you.” She giggles, definitely scheming against Faith and her impending orgasm. Her fingers are in the right spot, dangling over the edge, but she won’t throw herself over. Buffy reaches over to her nightstand, sliding the drawer open and taking out a colossal vibrator. It’s cute, pink, and ribbed. For her pleasure. One would assume.
“Holy shit.” Faith says, breathless.
“Can I use it on you?”
Faith’s frustration falls out. “Yes! Just do it. Fuck me. Please, Buffy, baby. Please .” Buffy clicks a few buttons, and the giant thing begins to vibrate wildly. She’s holding it up in Faith’s direction like a stake.
“I’m gonna destroy you.”
And without any further teasing, Buffy takes the toy and roughly shoves it inside Faith. Every vibration felt from inside takes her to the cosmos. She pumps in and out, holding her legs open wider with her other hand. “Yeah, baby. Take it.” Buffy fucks her harder and harder, practically tearing her open. It’s pure Heaven for Faith. Unexpected, truly, but damn fucking orgasmic. The vibrating of the toy sends Faith over the cliff’s edge, now not only moaning but screaming out Buffy’s name for the neighbours to hear.
She keeps crying out until the shockwaves subside, her entire body convulsing wildly along with the vibrations. Buffy slides the toy out and holds the still working vibrator on Faith’s overstimulated clit. She lowers the intensity, giving Faith’s pussy a gentle hum as she comes down.
“B…” Faith’s heaving, unable to catch a break. Her body continues to twitch, as if she weren’t already entirely wrecked. “I’m…I’m done.” She slides her hand down, moving the toy out of the way. Buffy turns it off in response.
“Feeling good?”
Faith eyes her like she’s got four heads and a penis for fingers. “Yes. God, yes. When did you learn how to be so naughty? And where did you get that thing ?” She tosses her head back, more dramatically this time. “Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t you dare credit him for my hard work.” Buffy huffs, going to lie down next to Faith. “And um…I bought it online when you came back to Sunnydale.” She boldly admits. “Figured it was something you’d like.”
Faith snaps her head to face Buffy. “Excuse me? Have you been scheming this whole time?”
Buffy shrugs. “I guess. You came back all…matured and sexy and filled out .” She snuggles into Faith’s chest, laying her face directly in her cleavage. She sighs, wrapping her arms around a soft waist. “Then… I made Willow tell me what girls like in bed. It was embarrassing. But I needed to know!” She laughs into the warmth of Faith’s chest.
Faith returns the gesture and rolls her eyes. “That’s cute. Real cute, B.” She sighs. Her endorphins soothe her, allowing her to relax even further into the bed. “So that thing is brand new? Fresh out the box?”
“Yup. Well…I used it on myself once. Too intense for me. I cleaned it after, though.”
“So… we makin’ this a regular thing or…?”
“Mmhm. I’ve claimed you, Faithy .”
“You sure have.” Faith cringes a little bit at the nickname. But it’s adorable. She’ll accept whatever Buffy wants to call her. Faith. Faithy. Girlfriend. Slut. Whore. Whatever. As long as she calls for her . She presses tender kisses to the top of Buffy’s head.