Electricity flows

Chapter Ten: The duty the Slayer Hand-book forgot.

Buffy gave into a couple of noisy sobs as she perched on the lip of the tub, she knew they were wholly down to self-pity, but she didn’t care. She had to cut it short though, before she gave herself completely over to a good blubbering session, in case Faith heard and came to investigate.

Sitting in her panties, red-faced and runny-nosed wasn’t really the image she wanted Faith to have of her so she pulled herself together with a cleansing sigh and worked out the best way to get in the bath without hurting herself further.

She leaned painfully backwards and put one hand against the cool tiles for balance and swung her legs slowly over the edge. Her feet found purchase on the baths bottom and she hummed in relief as the hot water hit her knees. Even that slight warmth improved her mood no end and she eased herself upright until she was fully under the spray.

“Heaven!” She groaned, shutting her eyes and turning her face up to meet the water, letting it warm her all over before she bothered to move again.

She looked down. She was still in her panties. Which wasn’t really a problem seeing as they were already soaking wet, but she wanted to get clean, really clean, and that meant they had to go.

She checked around the side of the flimsy shower curtain to make sure the door was still shut and Faith wasn’t peeking in. It was, she wasn’t. A confusing mix of pleased and peeved she laughed at herself and shook her head.

Peeling the soaking, white cotton down her legs and kicking it away from her feet where it had landed with a splash, she looked around for some soap.

‘There must be some because Faith always smells nice. Not that I’ve really noticed, because that’s not the sort of thing you really notice, but if she smelled bad then that would be something I’d noticed and I haven’t so obviously…Ah soap!’ Her discovery of the cheap bar of unscented soap broke Buffy’s inner attempt to justify something that really didn’t need justifying, because who cared what Faith smelled like anyway. She had soap now and that was all that mattered.

She worked the bar from her hands, up one arm and down the other, loving the hot water hitting her shoulders. The steam steadily filling the room made the atmosphere less bleak, hid the faceless-ness of it and she finally felt herself relaxing.

Well mostly, there was still one big knot coiled deep inside, but that would have to wait until later. She hated the effect slaying had on her body sometimes; this was one of those times. She hated that Faith brought it out into the open too. It made it worse to see the brunette going off to settle her hornies when she was just going to go home to low fat yoghurt and miserable thoughts of Angel.

Buffy ran the soap around her neck, over her shoulders and down her chest.

Faith wouldn’t be settling them this morning though, would she, because they were here together? Plus it was morning so the Bronze was shut and while Buffy didn’t doubt that Faith could easily hook-up at the Expresso Pump if she wanted, the brunette had said nothing about going out. She’d looked nearly as beat as Buffy herself, just not quite so mangled.

Speaking of which, Buffy blew out a harsh breath as soap got into the slice across her ribs. She moved the soap lower, to her tummy and winced as she waited for the water to wash the cut clean. Ouch.

When she opened her eyes again she looked down at her legs. No, they’d have to fend for themselves. She’d probably pitch over forward and smack her head on the bottom of the bath if she bent down to wash them.

Mind you, it might have been better if Faith had managed to ‘get some’ before they’d come back here, because then she wouldn’t be quite so …frisky, and Buffy wouldn’t be thinking about Faith being all …frisky. And regular scheduled sanity could resume.

Buffy switched to washing her back, but she couldn’t reach far. Her muscles were easing up now she wasn’t so cold, but the bruising was still there. She thought about inviting Faith in to wash her back, but smiling, decided against it. That might be pushing her luck a little.

Faith had shown great control earlier, which as far as the blonde was concerned was great, and stupid. She’d missed her chance. There had been a split second where the idea of something happening between them hadn’t seemed that bad, that scary, that big a deal. The hunger welling deep inside the blonde had been prepared to overlook the freakiness, the embarrassment, the uncertainty, the complete lack of knowing what to do, the general physical pain she was in and the fact that she was in love with someone else which made it wrong to be even thinking it. The demanding throb between her legs had been prepared to look past all of that and do what ever Faith wanted and Buffy had given in to it.

It seemed she and Faith were destined to forever circle the attraction that was obviously there, so it made sense to just get it out of the way. Once they’d …done…it. It would be out of their systems and they’d both feel better for it. Surely. So for that spilt second when her bra had landed on the bathroom floor she’d given herself over to the idea. And it wasn’t about wanting Faith, because she wasn’t gay. She had a boyfriend, sort of; they just weren’t together at the moment. This was about sacrificing her own eep-factor at doing anything with another girl for the sake of her calling. If sleeping with Faith would make her a better Slayer then she would do it. No one could say she didn’t accept her destiny whole-heartedly. She’d just hoped Faith had a clue how the mechanics of these things worked, ‘cause she sure didn’t.

Faith had been noble and walked away without taking the opportunity and left Buffy feeling even more baffled by the connection between them. Did Faith really not think of her like that? Had Buffy been on the nail with the ‘all talk’ accusation? Was Buffy disappointed? And, oh God, did that mean this attraction wasn’t a Slayer thing she could hide behind, but…?

But she’d seen the way Faith had looked at her, no leered at her, when she’d been stood in the bathroom doorway. And the glee in her smoky voice at the thought of helping her into the shower, that Buffy hadn’t imagined.

So there would be no inviting the brunette in to wash her back.

“If I’m suffering this badly,” Buffy muttered to herself, washing down towards her tummy again. “Faith must be about ready to pop, and inviting her in here would just be cruel.”

So why wouldn’t her mind leave the idea alone.

‘Unless she’s taking care of it right now’, a sly voice at the back of her brain considered. ‘If you can’t stop thinking of her, maybe she can’t stop thinking of you, and you’re all wet and soapy’.

Buffy looked down at her lathered up body and then closed her eyes against the internal voice.

“I hope she is taking care of it.” She murmured, to low to be heard over the steady hiss of the shower. “Then I can relax a little.”

‘No, she’ll be relaxed. You’ll still be feeling like an over-stretched crossbow, the slightest touch and you’ll…’

“Shut up!”

Buffy opened her eyes again. Only one place left to wash. Wasn’t a big deal, she was just getting clean and that mud had gotten everywhere.

She looked at her hand that held the soap; it was covered in frothy white bubbles.

“Using you doesn’t mean we’re going steady. It’s just washing, don’t get any funny ideas.” She told it, impatient with herself, and then stopped to listen when she realised she’d spoken in a normal voice. Now Faith would think she was talking to herself.

‘Which just goes to show what she knows, ‘cause I’m actually talking to the soap.’

Buffy shook her head in despair and slipped her hand between her legs, rubbing the cheap bar into her short, dark curls and lower, creating a thick, covering of foam. She watched as it slipped back and forth, washing quickly. She had to lean on the wall to accommodate her shaking legs as she changed to washing slowly. Very slowly.

‘What am I doing?” She asked herself in a breathy voice.

Apparently she was shifting her legs further apart so she could adapt her angle for a more thorough…washing.

She picked up speed again, muttering, “I’m not doing this, I’m not doing this, I’m not doing this…”, under her breath.

The soap disappeared from her hand and made a bang as it hit the bottom of the tub. “Damn slippery fiend.” She grunted, as her fingers kept up the motion between her quivering thighs. She rested her head forward on tiles slick with condensation and wondered idly if Faith was about to burst in whining about the hot water.

Swallowing loudly, the thought didn’t make her stop, just work harder. If she could get a leg up on the rim of the bath, she could get a finger inside.

Carefully she lifted her bad ankle and raised it high enough to…but no, ow that hurt! Her swiftly rubbing, pressing fingers faltered just for a second as a white, hot pain shot all the way up to her knee. It didn’t hurt if she just kept her leg there, but she couldn’t get it any higher.

So with one leg holding her up and the other hovering six inches from the bath’s base, Buffy used all her Slayer balance to stay upright while she hurriedly burrowed down and in…

And yeah that was the stuff…

Breathing heavy, eyes tight closed, she dug her finger in deeper and wiggled it a little before pulling almost out and then sliding it back in again. She was close already, but that wasn’t surprising. It had been building inside her ever since Faith had helped her undress, no before that, in the crypt when Faith had been so close it felt almost natural for Buffy to kiss her, or maybe it had been before that in the cemetery when Faith had brushed deliberately up against her breasts. Her nipples, hard from slaying, had reacted by sending bolts of electricity to the four corners of her body, and then straight to her core.

With the affects of the fight on top of all of that, it was hardly surprising she was in this position now. It was more surprising that Buffy had found the self-control to not have Faith in here with her. Or was it Faith that had the self-control. Didn’t matter. What mattered was that Faith was out there and she was in here, and that was good. That Faith was out there. Just the other side of the door. Probably listening at the door.

Buffy upped the pace and started slamming her finger in and out of her foamy pussy, determined to get the job done before this situation got any worse. She’d started now, so she might as well finish. Faith could come in at any minute…

The leg holding her up was shaking uncontrollably as the excitement began to build low in her belly and spread. Her hips jerked as she fought for that single perfect moment and it made her balance beyond precarious.

Moaning long and low, lip being bitten to keep it quiet, she reached down between her wet curls with her other hand, her fingertips searching out her clit. As they brushed over the hard little bud and she felt her pleasure begin to peak, her other foot came down to steady her, landed on the escaped bar of soap and …