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Chapter 12: Wandering minds and wandering hands
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Faith did her best to fidget quietly and without moving. Obviously this was impossible, so she settled for keeping her body as still as possible, concentrating on her breathing, trying to blank her mind completely, hoping that would induce sleep.

Not happening.

She turned her head so she could see Buffy. The little blonde was all curled up on her side, facing away from her and fast asleep.

Bitch.

Faith thought about getting on the floor and sleeping there. Or getting up and heading out somewhere, at least then B could sleep with out her rocking the bed all the time, but there was nowhere else she wanted to be right now.

Realising that made her want to get up and get out even more, but she was able to rationalise it before instinct made her bolt.

In bed with a naked Buffy, who wouldn’t want to be here?

That’s all it was, nothing to be afraid of. Not that she was afraid of much anyway; it was just a figure of speech or something like that.

Buffy had been right, the fight was getting to her, but nowhere near as much as the blonde herself was. So many times tonight she’d just wanted to flip her over and do stuff. What had stopped her? She wasn’t sure.

Things had been a little strained between the two of them over the weeks since Faith had found out about Angel’s return. Rightly so as far as she was concerned. Whatever the souled Vampire’s current danger status might be, Faith should have been told a threat of that size was back on the scene.

The last few days though, things had been going okay. Buffy had reassured her that she and Romeo were not getting back together and were just going to stay friends. Faith wasn’t sure she believed the blonde, but B had got that deeply serious look in her eye and promised. Faith had shrugged it off, what did she care? Not all that much. Despite the perversity of the whole Slayer/Vamp thing, she couldn’t give a fuck who Buffy dated.

She was just hoping it wouldn’t get in the way of the Chosen Two getting wriggly with each other. Faith didn’t mind sharing, and she couldn’t care less if Angel did.

Faith groaned lightly and rolled away from Buffy. That line of thinking was just making things worse.

Tonight Faith had really thought it might happen. It could have happened so many times, but it just didn’t. Anyone else she wanted she would have just took by now, and if they weren’t too happy about it in the beginning, they’d be begging for a repeat by the end.

Faith had no reason to think B would be any different. In fact tonight, she’d been getting some pretty strong vibes coming from her, but without being sure, she didn’t want to push.

Waiting for Buffy to make the first move though, was hard as hell and getting old real quickly.

So many times tonight!

Maybe she had made the first move already, but Faith was so busy being restrainful that she hadn’t noticed. She’d let Faith undress her, maybe not completely, but pretty damn close, but the blonde had been nervous and Faith felt like she was taking advantage somehow.

Since when did she worry about taking advantage of people? Never that’s when. She’d learned young that you took advantage, or got taken advantage of. It wasn’t pretty, but that’s the way the world was. What made Buffy Summers any different? Faith was damned if she knew, but something sure did.

Sitting up, she smacked her pillow with a fist a few times to work out the lumps, and lay back down. Her arms were crossed against her chest under the covers and she stared at the cracked ceiling.

“Why are you even here?” She asked herself quietly. “Since when am I running a recovery shelter for injured princesses? You come through that door, you get busy, you leave. You don’t use all my hot water, get the comfy pillow and ruin my chance to lose a little tension.”

Buffy mumbled something in her sleep and Faith tensed until she’d quietened down again.

After she’d shut the bathroom door on Buffy, she’d hurriedly stripped her wet clothes and wrapped her only towel around her, got on the bed and slipped a hand between her thighs. B’s little comment about her panties had driven her too far. Faith was trying to be good, and it seemed like the blonde was deliberately trying to make it harder for her. Although Faith was almost sure enough to bet that if she had stayed to help, Buffy would soon have told her to get lost. There’d been a challenge in her voice too, and Faith liked a challenge.

Faith had barely taken the edge off her lust when Buffy had screamed and she’d gone rushing to the rescue. The shower had been too cold to think about trying again. So she’d rested all her hopes on Buffy being unable to resist her in bed.

Faith sighed. Hadn’t happened and she was still horny as hell, and Buffy was lying just there, wrapped only in a blanket and it would be so easy to just roll her over and…

No, that wasn’t how this was going to happen, if it ever happened and Faith was pretty confident it would. Realising she’d get no sleep this morning if she waited for that day to come, she was about to get out of bed and head to the bathroom for a little quality alone time when B rolled over, mumbled some more nonsense and snuggled her head into the brunettes shoulder.

Faith tensed, her eyes opened wide and she growled low in her throat. “Fuck!”

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Faith must have dozed off for a little while, or else she wouldn’t have been able to wake up, but she didn’t feel very rested. She moved her neck from side to side to loosen the kinks and …stopped breathing.

Someone was in the room with her, not just the room, the bed. That was weird and painful. Weird for her. Painful for the guy who hadn’t left when she’d told him too. She rolled over to face him and made to push him off the bed as a rude wake up call, only to find Buffy.

The night before came flooding back and she smiled at the thought of kicking B out of bed. Wouldn’t happen this time, but maybe next time, it was something to think about.

Propping her head on a hand she looked down at the still flat-out Slayer.

She’d rolled away from Faith again at some point and now she was on her back. The sheets had fallen to just below her navel; the blanket she’d wrapped herself in was more under her than over her. One arm was still inside, holding the edge up to her chin and covering one side of her body. The other side, the one furthest from Faith, had lost the blanket completely and was bare til the sheet.

Faith swallowed hard because it was tidier than drooling and grinned. Even in sleep B retained her goody-goody ways. Her other hand was covering her otherwise bare breast, drastically reducing the amount the brunette could see. Pity.

Buffy’s head was turned away from her and she snored gently.

‘God, she’s beautiful.’ Thought Faith as she struggled not to pull the sheet down and see what else the blanket had left behind.

Sweeping her eyes back up the bare skin, she tried to convince B with mind power to move her hand, but thirty seconds of silently repeating “You are getting a cramp; you are getting a cramp.”, didn’t work so she made do with what she had.

The nasty cut along Buffy’s ribs caught her attention and Faith leaned closer for a better look. It still looked sore, but it was healing over now. Providing Buffy didn’t do anything to re-open it in the meantime, it would be fine by that evening.

She trailed a fingertip gently underneath it, tracing the taut skin. Stopping she looked to see if this had any reaction from the blonde. Nope. She did it again. Watching her finger and then watching Buffy’s face. After the third time, Buffy twitched slightly and sniffed a little. Waiting for a second, Faith grinned and did it again. No response. Fifth time the charm, the blonde’s eyelids fluttered and she smiled, her tongue poked out to wet her lips.

“B?” Faith’s husky voice gave away her arousal, but it didn’t matter ‘cause Buffy was apparently already asleep again.

Unable to stop herself, or unwilling might have been a better way of saying it, Faith let her fingers follow the gash all the way down to the dip of her waist, where they lingered, tickling the soft skin a little.

The brunette watched her hand making light-as-air random patterns over Buffy’s smooth, tanned skin. It was only just above the rucked up sheet now. In fact, if she stuck out her little finger it brushed against the sheet, and if she bent it downwards a little, oh look at that, it went under the sheet. Who’da thought?

Smiling devilishly now, Faith moved her pinkie finger back and forth across the blonde’s hip. It was only a little thing, but it felt like getting away with something, and Faith liked it when she got away with stuff. And if that stuff included being only a few inches from B’s most private place, well then, that was even better.

Getting carried away with her thoughts, Faith smoothed the flat of her hand over Buffy’s stomach. Little finger, but no more, still beneath the sheet. Buffy mumbled something and her head pushed back into the comfy pillow. Faith stopped her movements and watched her.

When the blonde was still again, she continued letting her hand travel over the flatness of B’s tummy, feeling the muscles twitch slightly at the caress. Going slowly back the other way, her grin dropped to a gape, and she nearly groaned out loud. The hand covering Buffy’s tit had moved. Not away unfortunately, but more in a kind of massaging fashion. It had happened, there was no way Faith was imagining it. Not that Faith hadn’t imagined it before, but that was why she knew the real thing when she saw it. She knew what to look for.

Biting her tongue between her front teeth, to keep from saying anything, she tried to work out if Buffy was just getting horny in her sleep, or if she was faking it. The blonde was giving nothing away. Her nose twitched once, like it itched. Her hand was perfectly still once more. Her eyes were closed, not tight closed like in pretend sleep, but just her lashes resting gently on her cheeks. Again Faith couldn’t stop the thought running through her head – ‘She’s beautiful!’ – A little smile was still on Buffy’s lips, but a good dream would do that to you, and she wasn’t breathing.

Not breathing.

Didn’t people still breathe when they were asleep? Faith was pretty damn sure they did.

“Buffy.” So softly it was almost a whisper, and no answer.

Faith smirked. Fine. Keeping her gaze trained on the blonde’s face she started moving her hand again, this time in little circles on Buffy’s stomach. Her chest started to rise and fall once more, but there was no other sign that she was anything more than dead to the world.

Faith’s hand moved lower, little by little, until it was almost completely under the sheet…

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One minute Buffy had been trying to Slay the Cookie Monster for his chocolate chip goodies, and the next she forgot what the word cookie meant.

There were fingers gently, oh so gently, sliding down her side towards her hip. The name Angel died on her lips before it could be muttered as she realised she’d woken up and the fingers were warm anyway.

Faith!

Faith had a hand on her tummy, which felt kinda nice. Wrong obviously, but nice, and if she lay here and pretended to be asleep then she could enjoy the nice without having to acknowledge the wrong. Good plan.

Except now Buffy was a little more aware of her surroundings she had located Faith’s other hand…On her boob!

Okay, too much nice, too much wrong. Just too much!

Buffy fought the tiny bad voice that was jumping up and down with glee and flexed her fingers, ready to punch Faith in the face.

‘Ooh that felt nice,’ Buffy smiled a little, ‘but it isn’t helping.’

She flexed her fingers again, but she couldn’t concentrate on making a fist when every time she tried Faith squeezed her breast. It was almost as if the brunette could read her mind and was pre-empting her move. It really was uncanny that whenever Buffy tried to move her heavy hand, Faith’s hand moved. Really uncanny. Either their Slayer bond had found a whole new level, or…Buffy was going to die of shame.

Buffy stopped breathing. At least she hadn’t punched Faith for it, that was a relief. No she’d just given the girl she was having very disturbing thoughts about, a free show. No wonder Faith was making with the touchies. How long had Buffy been ...fondling…herself? She couldn’t go red. Going red was not an option, because she was asleep and sleep people didn’t blush.

“Buffy?”

The blonde’s eyes nearly opened at the soft whisper. Did Faith know she was faking it? Buffy was pretty sure she was the picture perfect sleeping Slayer right about now, except maybe sleep people didn’t die of oxygen deprivation. Buffy slowly let out the breath she had been holding and wondered if sleep people could get away with punching Faith out just for the sheer hell of it. Probably not.

Buffy felt dizzy when the fingers started moving again. Drawing soft circles on her tummy and edging slowly downwards. It felt, well it felt… Okay so she didn’t have words for how it felt. Words weren’t important, the English language was over-rated anyhow, all that mattered was fingers… Fingers tickling somewhere she’d never been tickled before and yet still so far from where she really wanted to be tickled right now.

This was wrong, this was bad, this was crazy, this was unbearable, this was …unbelievable. No, no that wasn’t right. This was bloody unbelievable! Yeah that was better. If she didn’t stop this now, then Faith would be sliding into third before she’d even swung the bat.

And third was new territory for Buffy. She’d always been more than happy to jog between first and second, and okay so Angel had hit a home run his first time out of the batting cages, but that was because he’d hit the ball so far out of the field it was game, set and match.

What was she doing? Now was not the time for mixing sports metaphors, it was time for action.

The room around her was quiet except for Faith’s heavy breathing and the soft scratchy rustling of Faith’s hand beneath the sheet. Buffy stared at the inside of her eyelids and swallowed, trying to get her mind to stop racing, or her heart. Either one would be good.

She got her wish, both of them in fact. As a finger nestled into her pubic hair, her heart slammed to a stop and there was just a thin, straight line where her brain waves should have been.

Buffy shot out a hand of her own and grabbing Faith’s wandering one, yanked it out from under the sheet. Fixing Faith with a piercing stare, she asked: “Going somewhere?”