Having Mom For Christmas

TITLE: Having Mom for Christmas [intro to fic Naked Eyes]

AUTHOR: faith_b

EMAIL: faith_boreanaz@yahoo.co.uk

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: Buffy/Faith

SUMMARY: The Slayers spend Christmas Eve with Buffy’s mom… ;)

DISCLAIMER: Don’t own Sunnydale yadda, yadda, yadda… Not making any money from this fic yadda, yadda, yadda… Wanna jump David Boreanaz’s bones yadda, yadda, yadda…

FEEDBACK: Minimum word count = one.

A/N: This is the first intro to 'Naked Eyes'. There is a second intro that will appear on New Year’s Day and then the fic which follows on will appear in 2006 – yeah, Fuffy lives! :)

DEDICATIONS: To a very special someone who’s been waiting forever for this - You know who you are and what you mean to me :) (man, that sounded *so* gay :blush:)


~ Having Mom for Christmas ~

"And the presents. Oh and the tree... No, not there; over there!"

B's on a trip again.

We found out her mom's joining us for Christmas Eve this year and hey presto, B's a fuckin' general. She's barely said two words to me today and they were orders! And not even the sexy type, where she straddles me and whispers them in my ear - the annoyin' type that has me hanging stuff and moving stuff and-

"Faith, would you pass me that tinsel?"

Passing stuff.
I pass B the tinsel and tell her, "I'm going out for a smoke."

"But you haven't finished the decorations."

"I'll do 'em later," I tell her, stepping out onto the balcony of our pad.

Man, I need a smoke bad or I'm gonna end up knocking somebody out. I grab a cigarette, stick it in my mouth and light it. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! SO much better.

"Are you mad at me?" Buffy asks, coming to join me on the balcony.

I blow out the smoke in my mouth and ask her, "Why would I be mad? On Christmas Eve my girl's more interested in bossing me around than spending quality time."

She walks up closer and says, "You usually don't mind me bossing you around."

I have to smile at that, 'cause she's right – but I already explained that. I shake my head at how pathetic I am. I just can't stay mad at her no matter how hard I wanna. I flick away the cigarette, drive her back to the rail of the balcony and lift her up so she's sitting on it. I reach into my pocket and hand her a ring box. Her eyes light up and I tell her to,
"Open it. Merry Christmas, Beautiful."

She does and is near blinded by the rock on the platinum band I got her. She looks speechless and gasps, "Faith... Wow... Oh my... How?... Faith, it’s…"

"You're welcome," I reply, laughing at her sudden inability to properly babble.

"It's beautiful." She looks tentative and asks me, “Is this what I think it is?”

"There aint no point hanging around, Buffy," I say. "So, I wanna put it out there on the table for ya. So, if you wanna… I mean if you wear that-” I exhale. “This went a lot better in my head.”

She doesn’t say anything, so I help her out.
”You can say no, B.”

“I don’t want to…” She trails off and looks down.

I bend my head to meet her eyes and ask, “But?”

She looks up at me and says, “But nothing. Yes.”

I have to smile at that. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Faith.” She beams and puts it on the ring finger of her left hand and throws her arms around me. She kisses me really soft and repeats, "Yes."

Wow.

I smile and kiss her back, slowly and just savouring the feel of her soft lips against mine. The moment’s beautiful and I just want us stay this way forever, but then the doorbell rings and we can’t.

She laughs softly. "That'll be my mom.”

I look pissed.
Understandably, right? I mean, I love B's mom, but I'm pretty sure Buffy was gearing up to seal the deal and Joyce's timing couldn't be worse.

Buffy looks at me like she's reading my mind.

"She's only staying for dinner, baby. When she's gone, I'm all yours - and then you can give all the orders."

"Really?" I ask.

She nods with an, "Oh yeah."

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"This is great," Mrs. S says, tucking in to dinner at our table.

"It was all Buffy," I admit, looking at her sat across from me.

I was too busy running around trying to get a hold of a present for her. I was all ready to give her this brand new remote control finder, when she went and got me this smokin', midnight blue, two seater drop top that has my name on the plate. I'd asked her for it last year, but was joking ‘cause I knew she’d never afford it. So what does my woman do? She goes out finds a job and works like a dog ‘til she could afford it.
I was stunned and wicked grateful. So, naturally, I told her I had to be elsewhere and ran down to the most expensive jewellers in California. They're not open on Christmas Eve, but you'd be surprised what people’ll do for you when you give 'em two hundred bucks to open the doors on the hush. But it was all legit; cold, hard, unmarked bills. The price tag means I'll have to do wicked overtime.

But it’ll be worth every dollar… If Joyce ever leaves.

"So, Buffy tells me you’ve bought this place," Mrs. S says.

I nod.

Actually, we bought it together… But Joyce aint ready to know that yet.

"That's fantastic," she approves. "You are obviously making a lot more than I did when I was your age. In those days."

I murmur something, 'cause honestly, I didn't hear a word she was saying. Sometime during that whole speech she was making, B's foot found her way to mine and she was rubbing it against my leg. I'm there trying to concentrate and she's teasing me like there's no tomorrow. She takes a bite of her turkey and I can't take my eyes off her as slips her fork into her mouth. She slowly glides it out and then she runs her tongue over it again, looking directly at me as she does it. I think I'm gonna lose it, when she moans out,

"Ohhh, Faith... This is amazing."

I jerk up and Mrs. S looks confused. "I thought you made dinner, Buffy."

"Yeah," She answers. "But Faith helped. She made… the, er, cream for the cake." She looks right at me and adds, "And her cream tastes sooo good."

COULD SHE *BE* MORE OBVIOUS?!!

"Okay," Joyce says, lookin' at her weird. "And honey, don't lick your utensils like that; it is very bad manners."

"Sorry," B says, like a kid. A really hot kid... Not that kids are hot! OMG...

Anyway, B recoils and smiles all coy like as she takes a sip of her drink.
"Is it hot in here?" she suddenly asks, taking off her Pastel blue cardigan to reveal her totally see-throughable spaghetti strap top.

"Buffy, it's winter. How can you possibly be hot?" Joyce wonders aloud. "Maybe you're coming down with something."

B nods with her trademark pout.

Joyce gets up and feels Buffy's head. "I can't tell," she admits. She turns to me. "Where do you keep your thermometer?"

I look blank.

“That's okay, I have one in the car."

So I guess that's where she went.

As soon as she's outta earshot, I lean over to Buffy. "What the hell are you playing at?" I ask, trying my best to look at her face and not at the twins who are near on full display. “Keep on like this and your mom’s gonna us figure out.”

"It’s not my fault," she lies. "I really am hot." She gets up and walks over to me. She kneels in front of me and takes my hand, running it over her body. "See?" she says.

Man, who knew Turkey was a freakin' aphrodisiac! But who am I to complain? Not that I could if I wanted to; I'm pretty sure my mouth's just hanging wide open as Buffy runs my hand over her chest real slow.

Stay cool, Faith. She’s doing this to break you. Don’t be so fuckin’ easy this time.

I clear my throat. "You feel fine to me," I tell her. Damn fine.

"Really?" she asks, forcing my hand lower and over her breast. She squeezes her hand on top of mine and moans as she does it.

Fuck!!

I try to pull my hand away, but she only grips it tighter, using my hand to rub her body. Her eyes close and she tilts her head back.

I’m going outta my mind, trying hard not to take her right then and there…

When we hear the damn door.

Why?!!! Joyce, you're killing me.

B gets up and kisses me, then goes back across the table and sits down as Joyce gets in thermometer in hand.

"Here we are," she says, asking B to, "Open wide."

She does and Joyce sticks the thermometer in.
"Mowm, I’m foine," B says with the thing lodged in.

"I thought you weren't feeling well," Joyce says, taking the thing out.

"All better," Buffy says with a huge grin. "’Sides Faith promised she’d take care of me tonight. Something about a sponge bath, right, Faith?"

I can't take this. I stand up.
"I've gotta go... And get a drink," I explain. I look at the table, on which there are drinks galore. "More drinks," I add in the same breath.

They’re both looking at me like I'm nuts, but I just bolt outta there.
I lean over the kitchen sink, panting like there's no tomorrow.

Oh God.

I feel her arms wrap around my stomach from behind. "What's wrong, Faithy?" she asks me, as if she doesn't know. I turn around and take her lips in mine.

"Get rid of your mom," I tell her, before I kiss her again.

"Why?"

"Why?!" I ask, in between the kisses I’m placing on her face, neck and shoulders. I groan, "‘Cause I’d hate to have her watch me fuck her daughter on the dining table."

"Actually," she says, as I lift her skirt. "That may just be the perfect way to come out."

"Yeah?" I ask, reaching for her panties. "Say the word, baby; I’ll take you out there right now."

She chuckles, moving out of my grasp. "Maybe coming after you wasn’t such a good idea."

She laughs at my desperation, grabs a bowl and heads back to the dining area.

Man, I'm dying here!! I reach for the top button of my jeans and release it. But then my conscience kicks in to tell me, ‘Dear God, Faith! Show *some* restraint!’

I sigh, zip up, cool down and head back to the dining table.

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I show Joyce to the door.
It was great having you over, Mrs. S., but I really do think I gotta go lie down."

"Now you're not feeling well," Joyce says all sympathetic like. She looks to Buffy concerned, "It looks like what you have is catching."

"Yeah," Buffy murmurs back. “I think I should spend the night here. I don’t know if I can take the car ride home.”

Joyce smiles. “Buffy, if you girls want to have a sleepover, next time, just ask.” She turns back to me and says, "Thank you for dinner. I’ll pick you girls up in the morning on my way back from Giles'."

"You're going to see Giles?" Buffy asks. "Why?"

"Never you mind," Joyce tells her. "Now you two go. You're starting to make me feel bad."

"You're the best, mom," B says, giving her a kiss and rushing off.

"Yeah," I say, giving her a kiss too. "Thanks."

... What? I LOVE her right now.

She blushes a little and I let her out - I think I may have slammed the door a little too enthused, but who cares? I look around. Where the hell is B? I turn and see her outside on the balcony where she's standing, one hand on her hip with the other slowly beckoning me out into the moonlight.
Who the hell am I to say no? I walk over to her and let myself out.

'Man, it's chilly out,' I'm thinkin' but then B sits down and all thought stops as she looks up at me.

"I said I'd take orders," she says to me, getting up on her knees and taking my jeans by its hem. "So go on, give me an order."

[Insert incoherent babble and a little drool here].

Is she for real? Buffy… Kneeling in front of me... undoing my pants and asking me to give her orders.

I can't talk, my mouth is dry... Which is funny 'cause other parts of me are so wet!

She laughs. "What's the matter?" She asks, softly kissing the now exposed skin above where my panties start. "What's got your tongue?"

I step back and pull away from her. She wants an order, I'll give her one.

"Lie down," I command.

She lays back and rests on her elbows, watching me the whole time.

I bite back the moan that having Buffy on her back waiting for me to tell her what to do, incites and take a deep breath. I get on my knees and tie back my hair, watching her watching me. Her body’s already reacting to the cold and her nipples are straining through her top. I can hardly contain my arousal and she’s gonna know it.

I take her by her calves and pull her toward me.
She whimpers and I silence her with a kiss. I enjoy the silence, but I know it won’t last for long.

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"Oh God, Faith, touch me."

"Fuck," I breathe, trying to hold on.

"Faith, please... Oh- Oh! Faith!" She calls my name and comes hard and all over my hand. She tenses up and I can't take it any more. I let go of her and undo my pants. Slipping them down, I tell her to watch, whilst I finger myself to orgasm. With my honey watching me with those smokin' green eyes, I come in seconds. She smiles, kisses me and asks me if I'm okay.

Man.

"I'm better than okay, baby," I confess, grabbin’ a smoke. I run the mouth of the stick along the inside of her thigh, then tongue it up. I light it and realise, "This is the best Christmas Eve EVER."

And it really is.

She gets up and goes inside. "Come to bed and I'll make it better."

I exhale and assure her that I’ll, "Be right there, Beautiful."

After enjoying my post sex cigarette, I put my pants back on and pick up the sheet on the floor. Walking into my living room, I go to lock up the front door, but just as I get to it some dude shouts out my name.

"Yeah?"

"I’m so glad you’re here!" he calls.

"Benny?" I ask wrapping the sheet around me and opening the door. He attempts to enter, but I push him outside. "You fuckin’ kidding me? My girl’s in there!"

"I’m sorry, Faith." He says, hopping from one foot to the other. "Please. Fix me. Please?"

"You’d better have cash."

He nods and flashes it at me.

"Stay there," I order. I let myself back into my apartment and go to the bookcase I have in the corner. I grab one of the books and making sure there’s still no sign of Buffy, return to the door. Handing Benny the book, I tell him, "Now get the fuck outta here."

He thanks me and hands me cash, rushing off.
I laugh and close the door.
"Hello, overtime." I smile, counting the Gs. "Yeah, definitely the best fucking Christmas Eve ever!"

The End.

To all those who thought my ;) meant that I was gonna write a threesome with Faith, Buffy & Joyce – ewwww!! Shame on you; that’s just gross! :D

Hope y’all had a great xmas & are looking forward to ’06 as much as I am! :D


Coming New Years’ Day – Having the Friends for the New Year.