Nobody's Home

“We should get to bed, it’s getting late” she says suddenly and removes her hand, I nod and stand up. I head up the stairs with her following as she turns the downstairs lights off.
“Night B” I whisper opening the guest room door.
“Faith…” she stops me, I turn around and look at her. “Do you want to come in my room?” she asks timidly. I raise my eyebrows unsure but she takes me by the hand and leads me into her room.
“Let’s start off where we left off…” she brings my hand up and kisses it gently. I can feel her shaking against me unsure of herself, unsure of what she expects to happen
“I won’t hurt you” I whisper before our lips meet.
I lie her on the soft double bed; lying beside her as I kiss her passionately. My hand continues where it left off unbuttoning her shirt, I open it up to discover her breasts, I squeeze them gently and she gasps into my mouth, she pushes me onto my back and kisses my neck and reaches a hand up my jumper, gently cupping my breasts and caressing them, she’s thoughtful enough to not squeeze too hard.
I move my hand down to unzip her jeans; I yank her jeans across her hips and slip my hands into her pants squeezing her ass pulling her against me. She wiggles herself out of the jeans and proceeds to pull my skirt down rubbing at my clit through the soft cotton knickers. She leans against me kissing me avidly our lips move together, our tongues entwining in each others mouths.

My hands push her knickers down, I pull them around her thighs and slip a finger between her legs, and she jerks away suddenly.
“I can stop if you want me to” I tell her, but she relaxes herself and kisses me again, I slide a finger inside her, she moans gently against me, I slip another finger in and thrust gently attaining a steady rhythm. Her small hand creeps inside my cotton panties and rubs against my throbbing clit, I sigh when she slips two fingers inside and follows the same rhythmic thrusting I give her. Our tongues still crash together as we explore each others mouths. I can feel her tensing around my fingers and it makes my orgasm stir sooner, we moan into each others mouths as we come, our hands drenched with our respective juices. We collapse onto our backs, lying next to each other, I turn on my side and look up at her, I wipe my hand on my thigh and place it on her cheek, I kiss her tenderly and rest my head on her shoulder, her hand holds me against her and I feel her kiss my forehead and we fall asleep entangled.

I wake in the morning and find the bed beside me neatly made, I’ve been tucked up inside the bed but I’m still naked from the waist down. I turn around to look towards the door, I can see on to the landing but I can’t sense where she is. I slowly climb out of the bed and pull my skirt and pants on. I should have known she would freak the next morning, I wander down the stairs trying to suss out where she’s hiding. I hear a small crash in the kitchen and head towards the door. I spot her picking up some pans that have seemingly fallen out of the cupboard under the kitchen island.
“Hey, can I help?” I offer weakly bending down to assist. She raises her hand to stop me and carries on silently.
“O...k…then” I sigh and sit at the breakfast bar waiting for her to at least acknowledge me. She carries on bustling around the kitchen and eventually stops to pour us both a glass of orange juice. I’m sensing a theme and a lesson to be learn, never screw your friends…well friends is a bit forward…people you know. I will stick to random guys in bars from now on.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her.
“Nothing” she answers sharply, I sigh angrily and she looks up at me shocked.
“There’s obviously something the matter otherwise you’d be more talkative” I spit at her. She stands gormless and quite taken aback at my outburst.
“Sorry, I’m just thinking stuff over” She murmurs quietly.
“Like what?” I ask her intrusively. She shrugs her shoulders.
“Just like us and stuff” She says before taken a sip of her orange juice, she seems a little uncomfortable at saying that. I sip my juice deciding what she means.
“Us?” I ask curiously. She nods without looking at me.
“Yeah, what happened last night…I enjoyed it” she begins, enjoyed it!? God it’s not like it was a tea party. “I don’t want it…” She mumbles something under her breath. I catch her eye.
“What?” I ask confused.
“Don’t make me say it again…” She says embarrassed.
“Really I didn’t hear” I confirm and she looks into my eyes.
“I don’t want it to be a one-off” Bingo! Fuck me Buffy Summers wants me. I reach my hand across the counter and place it on hers.
“It won’t be” I smile, if I could I’d throw her against the kitchen counter and do her right here but I don’t think that would go down what with the circumstances of what happened before in this room.

Two weeks later and for the 25 weeks pregnant that I am my bump is still relatively small and easily concealable by any account, if you passed me in the street you would need to do a double take to make sure. For the most part this is great in that it doesn’t get in the way of Buffy and me getting down and dirty, which by the way has happened twice more since the first time. But on the bad side Buffy thinks something is wrong though and is literally dragging me to a new obstetrics doctor. She tells the receptionist who I am and she tells us to take a seat.
“I’m sure it’s nothing” I tell her, I hate doctors they’re so condescending.
“Well I just want to make sure” she tells me and looks straight forward out of the window. My name is called and we walk up the stairs to the doctors’ office.
He stands up immediately and shakes Buffy’s hand and then mine.
“Nice to meet you both sit down sit down” he points at the two chairs and we both take a seat.
“I understand you’ve just moved back to Sunnydale Faith, that’s great it means I get to be your doctor” he laughs to himself and Buffy smiles whilst I look at him with great disgust, she got me a right ass here didn’t she.
“Do you have your file with you Faith?” he asks me quickly.
“I err no my other doctor always kept it” I stammer to him.
“Oh that’s ok I can request a copy of it” he notes down on his notepad and looks back up “Do you know your due date then?” I sigh weakly. I can’t remember it was November…
“Faith?” he asks. Yeah asshole, give me a second.
“Sorry just trying to remember” I tell him. “It was a date in November…19th I think” I nod, I’m pretty sure that’s it. He notes this down also.
“Do you want to take a seat on the bed so I can have a quick look?” he points over to the foam bed and I walk over dragging Buffy out of her seat. She stands next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder as I lie down. He lifts my top up and squirts the cool gel onto my warm skin; I gasp at the coldness and wait for him to start probing me. He presses down quite roughly and the image appears on the screen, to me and Buffy it just looks like a skeleton, but to him he can see everything.
“Do you want to know the sex?” he asks without taking his eyes off the screen. I look up at Buffy for her response; she just squeezes my shoulder and tells me it’s my choice. I nod slowly at the doctor and he looks to us both.
“It’s a girl.” He says finally and looks back at the screen, I wonder what he’s looking at, pervert. I climb down from the bed and he gives me a printed picture of her, its weird saying that, like it makes her real doesn’t it, rather than saying it like a stray dog.
Buffy beams at me, she looks high, I didn’t think she was into all this baby stuff.
We walk out into the sunshine and walk up Sunnydale high street.
“Why are you frowning?” she asks me.
“I want donuts” I tell her, her eyebrows crease together confused.
“In LA after my appointment I always went for donuts” I tell her, she just laughs and pulls me towards the local donut shop, I bite my lip excitedly as she orders me loads of different ones.

We saunter back to her house and she leaves me in the front room to eat my donuts. I watch the TV and hear the door click shut, I look up and it’s Joyce home from work.
“Hi Sweetie” she smiles acknowledging me but then looks at me sideways.
“What…” I ask worriedly, but she doesn’t say anything, she just beams at me and sits down.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know, a mother can tell the signs” she says patting my stomach.
“Oh” I laugh nervously. “Yeah, sorry I lied” I say, she just shakes her head in forgiveness and strokes a piece of hair out of my face.
“Are you going to get a new doctor?” she asks.
“We went today, Buffy took me” I tell her and her eyes light up.
“Ooh what did he say?” she asks and takes a donut when I offer her my box.
“He just wanted to know the due date and stuff and he gave me another picture, I think Buffy has it” I say pointing to the kitchen. “Oh yeah and it’s a girl” I nod taking another bite of my donut. She sighs happily and pats my head before getting up and going to say hello to Buffy.

It happened as sudden as ever, I woke up one day and poof there was thing massive thing attached to my front, 30 weeks pregnant.
“Fucking hell” I moaned as Buffy walked into the room. She just laughed and skipped over patting my bump.
“It’s cute” she tries to reason as she runs her hands all over it. I look down at it in disgust, it freaks me out. I pull on a skirt that has to sit under the bump, and a vest top that doesn’t reach all the way over it. I kick the bed angrily and sit down on it moodily.
“I can’t believe you did this to me” I tell her nastily. She stands looking at me speechless unsure whether I’m joking or being serious. I’m not even sure myself, part of me wants to punch her whilst another wants to start knitting some booties. My hormones are driving me crazy.
“I only did it because you hurt me” she whispers sulkily. I look up at her fuming.
“Hurt!” well now I’m angry, I pick up the vase next to the bed and throw it at the wall behind her. She ducks out the way. “You know nothing about hurt” I scream and move towards her wrapping my hands around her neck.
“Faith, no!” she grips my fingers and peels my fingers away, she pushes me backwards holds my hands by my side restraining me from doing any more damage. I go weak in her arms and fall back on the bed. I sit sobbing; she sits beside me and holds me tightly in her arms.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about, you can’t do this you have to learn to control yourself” she whispers to me.
“I’m sorry” I moan feebly.
“It’s ok, it’ll all be ok” she whispers into my ear as she holds me. It won’t be ok, I’m going to be stuck living here forever with an unwanted freak devil child. She sighs looking for something else to say to me. She sits back and smiles.
“Have you thought about names?” she says suddenly, I almost explode again but I control myself.
“Yeah Cruella is a favourite” I say sarcastically before marching out the room slamming the door behind me.

I hadn’t thought about names, it had never occurred to me until now that I had to pick one, I’ve never planned having a child so I didn’t have a list for if it’s a boy or if it’s a girl. Least I only have to pick one and I know the sex. I’d ask B to do it but I know it’d end up called Angel or Joyce or some freaky name like hers…Puffy or Muffy.

I sit opposite her at the dinner table eating the roast dinner Joyce has prepared. I look into her hazel eyes and smile; she smiles back and rubs her foot against my leg under the table. I grin and stuff a potato into my mouth. Joyce looks at us both.
“It’s good to see you both happy” she says randomly. If only she knew the terrible things I was going to do to her daughter after dinner. I beam and nod at her and continue eating the food. She makes Buffy wash the dishes afterwards telling me I should be standing up for long and ushers me into the front room to sit down.
I turn the TV on and flick mindlessly through the channels waiting for Buffy to be finished. I hear Joyce go upstairs for a bath so I toddle through to the kitchen and stand next to B, I kiss her cheek and hold her around the waist. She kisses me back and keeps on washing her dishes.
“You know being pregnant is like slaying…” I whisper to her, she looks up at me puzzled and I giggle. “Makes you hungry and really horny” I look away from her and press my body against her as I walk past and head to her room. I hear her start washing the dishes faster and I make my way to her bed. I close the door behind me and sit on the bed waiting.

I hear her footsteps soon after and she stops outside, my ears prick up to listen.
“Night Mom, Faith and I are going to read some books” I laugh at her excuse and look around the bookless room. She slowly opens then door and closes it instantly behind her, she rests against it taking me in whilst I laugh nervously at her, the room is dark but I can still make out of her curvaceous figure.
“What book are we reading tonight then?” I smirk, she bounds over and takes my face in her hands, her lips meet mine and I slip my tongue in her mouth, hers rubs against mine softly, I move over on the bed for her to lie down beside me, I move a hand up her top and stroke her breast through the cotton of her bra. I turn myself and sit astride her pulling her top off, I unclip her strapless bra and watch as it falls away, I push her back down and suck vigorously on her hardening nipple she gasps and pulls at my own vest, I sit up and pull it over my head, her hands fumble with my bra clasp in the darkness and I pull the straps down my arms and drop it on the floor. I kiss her passionately as our breasts press together; her hands run down my bear back and unzip my skirt. I move down and pull down her own cotton skirt across her hips revealing her white lacy pants. I lean forward with difficulty and kiss her firm stomach tonguing my way back up to her breasts. Her own hands reach down to tenderly caress my breasts, circling her fingers around my nipples. I progress downwards and peel her knickers down across her thighs all the way down her legs and drop them on the floor. I try to position myself between her legs but I end up to near the edge of the bed with my legs tucked beneath me, I stand up and take my own skirt off, sit her on the edge of the bed. I kneel in between her legs begin lapping at her cunt juices, she squeezes her breasts with one hand whilst the other runs its fingers through my hair, I suck forcefully on her clit and she moans loudly, I move one hand up and squeeze her breasts, pinching the hard nipple between my fingers.

Light suddenly appears to my side, I lift my head and Joyce is stood at the door speechless, she walks away quickly in disbelief.
“Shit” Buffy jumps up and grabs her nightgown wrapping it around her. “Mom it’s not what it looked like” I love that line, it never works, what else was I doing Buffy…checking for crabs? I pull my vest over my head and follow the commotion.
“Buffy I don’t want to talk about it” Joyce says putting her hand up to stop B.
“But Mom it does…err…” Buffy tries to explain, but there’s no explanation. Joyce sits on the sofa and Buffy sits beside her, but Joyce won’t look at her. I walk into the room and they both look up at me, Joyce ready to hit me I’m sure. I sit in the chair opposite and wait to get shouted at.
“Buffy it’s fine really” she looks as white as a ghost she won’t look either of us in the eye; I don’t know whether to burst out laughing or cry. Buffy looks at me as if I’ll know what to say, I simply shrug at her and look around the room. Joyce looks devastated, it can’t be easy seeing your pride and joy being eaten out by a girl...a pregnant one at that. God how I wish I could have been inside her head at that moment.
“It was the first time” I offer weakly Joyce looks up at me and I shrug at her and nod. She sighs a bit but you can see it’s all still being processed in her head. She turns around to Buffy.
“When did you become gay?!” she asks perplexed. I stifle a laugh and Buffy looks close to crawling up into a ball and dying.
“I’m not…I mean…I’m…” she stutters feebly. Joyce heaves a sigh.
“Let’s just go to bed and talk about this is morning.” She suggests exasperatedly. I hope for too much thinking I will be allowed in Buffy’s room. Joyce leads us upstairs and makes sure I’m securely in my bed where I can’t get to her innocent daughter. The lights eventually go out and I lie in darkness for about an hour when a creak wakes me from my stupor. My door opens and Buffy creeps in, I smile to myself and open the cover up for her to climb inside the bed, we lay together in each others arms our eyes the only light in the room, I kiss her hard on the mouth and reach my hand down inside her pyjama shorts and rub her soft clit, the tension from her mom only being metres away has her coming almost instantly from my touch, I rub gently and slip a finger inside and she begins gripping around my finger. Her come fills my hand and she kisses me passionately as I pull my hand away. I would quite happily turn over and go to sleep but she climbs under the duvet and lifts my nightshirt up, she suddenly starts sucking roughly on my clit and I almost cry out in pleasure but put a hand over my mouth, she thrusts two fingers inside me and rhythmically plunges in and out whilst she sucks forcefully. My head starts going hazy and I’m practically biting my hand to stop myself from moaning. My hips start thrusting against her hand and tongue, and I tense around her fingers as my orgasm overcomes me. I can’t stop a small moan through my hand and she removes her doused hand. She lies next to me and I can tell she’s pouting.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her breathlessly.
“I have to go back” she whispers sadly. I squeeze her and kiss her forehead.
“I know you do” I murmur, she kisses me passionately her tongue wrestling with mine, our lips colliding softly. She pulls away and climbs out of the bed.
“Night Faith” she kisses my hand before letting it drop to the bed before creeping out of the room back to her own.

My senses tell me I’m awake, I can hear rustling in the corner, I lift the duvet from over my head and open my eyes to Joyce standing over me. I yell out in shock.
“Sorry Faith didn’t mean to scare you” she says calmly, I clutch my chest recovering and wait for her to tell me what she wants.
“I’d like to speak to you both downstairs, so if you want to get ready and come down.” She tells me before going to make sure Buffy is awake.
I climb out of bed and wipe the sleep from my eyes, I hear the groan of Buffy waking up next door and smile to myself.
I pull on a large t shirt and some jeans that barely fasten around my hips. I open my door and meet Buffy on the landing; I hurry past her and walk down the stairs. Joyce is making coffee in the kitchen and I stop Buffy before she goes in.
“Maybe we should cool off, to make your mom happy?” I whisper to her, she looks angry, she removes my arm from hers and walks away. I can’t say anything to please anyone.
We both sit at the breakfast bar with her mum in front passing Buffy and I a glass of orange juice. She looks at us both and I’m worried for what she’s about to say.
She pulls up a stool between us and looks from Buffy to me and back again.
“Now I don’t really agree with what happened last night, it’s not how I would have liked things to pan out, but Buffy” she looks to Buffy and places a hand on her knee. “Whatever makes you happy” Buffy stares at her disturbed but smiles anyway. Joyce looks at me and smiles and stands up taking away the empty glasses, Buffy looks at me waiting for my reaction.
I drop my head and stand up to walk back to my room. She doesn’t follow; I can tell she’s using every bit of willpower she has to keep herself gripped to the stool.
Once to my room I sit on the bed. It all got scary too quick, it was just a bit of fun and now I’m practically being married off to her. Next Joyce is going to want the baby as her grandkid and it’ll be Buffy’s name on the birth certificate.

An hour or so later, there’s a knock at my door, I don’t answer it and feign sleep.
“Faith can I come in?” it’s Buffy, like it would be anyone else; I don’t have a crowd of people wanting to see me.
“Sure” I reply irritably. She opens the door just wide enough for her small frame to creep into the room; she closes the door behind her and stands next to the bed with her arms folded.
“Are you ok?” she asks looking around me. I move my legs over and gesture at the bed for her to sit down.
“Umm yeah I just felt a bit sick” I lie; good thing about being pregnant comes in useful for any excuse. She pats my thigh and leans forward to kiss me, I turn my head and her kiss reaches my cheek. Her face scrunches up slightly confusedly and stands up.
“I hope you feel better soon…” her voice trails off before walking out of my room.
I don’t remember going to sleep but I must have because I open my eyes and its dark outside, I must have been asleep at least 8 hours, I bet Buffy is really pissed at me, I can’t be arsed with her moaning at me though. I stand up and look out into the street, I can’t hear anyone in the house so I assume Joyce is by herself and Buffy’s out patrolling.
I brush my hair through and nip to the toilet, I’m amazed my bladder has held out this long, with the lump of a baby sitting on my bladder I’m usually going every 10 minutes.
“Faith, are you up?” Joyce taps on the bathroom door.
“Yeah sorry give me a second” I reply flushing the toilet and zipping my jeans. I quickly wash my hands and towel dry them before opening the door.
“Yeah?” I ask Joyce.
“Are you hungry sweetie?” She smiles motherly.
“Sure that would be great” I smile back and follow her to the kitchen.

I perch myself at the kitchen island and sip the milk she’s poured for me.
“Hey Joyce…” I start
She stops stirring the soup and turns towards me.
“Yes Faith?” she questions.
“Are you sure you’re ok about me and Buffy?” My eyes drop as I ask that question.
“Hmm” she thinks about it “I can’t help but think you’re looking for some security because of your current situation, someone to help” She continues “Buffy will always help you, and you don’t have to pretend to love her if you don’t”.
“No one ever said anything about love Joyce; I do like Buffy but love…” I spit back “I do not want commitment or security; I hold my own you know. I just like being around her. She makes me feel wanted, something I’ve not felt for a long time…” I fight back the tears, damn hormones.
“Faith” Joyce coos softly as she puts her arms around me “If that’s the way you feel then I’m completely happy about it, I truly am.” She replies gently and squeezes me again. She finishes my soup off and cuts me some bread off before leaving me to eat my meal in peace.

I go upstairs to my room and dress into my pyjamas, I’m not tired after sleeping all day but I feel more comfortable what with my huge stomach. I creep across to Buffy’s room to lie on her bed, I hope that I can apologise for my mood today. I climb inside the duvet and play with Mr Gordo her stuffed toy, I’m sure she’ll be back soon.

I open my eyes to Buffy climbing through the window.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” She whispers straightening herself out. “Wait…how come you’re in my room?” she smiles and looks confused.
“I wanted to wait up for you but I’m having issues falling asleep…” I bite my lip and drop my eyes.
“It’s alright, the thought is sweet and you’re up now” Buffy bustles; she starts getting undressed and pulls her night shirt over her head.
“So did you want to talk about something?” Buffy climbs into the bed next to me and turns the lamp off plunging the room into darkness.
“Well me and your mom had a chat tonight, and I think everything is ok now and I’m sorry I was nasty this morning” I blurt out quickly.
She’s silent at first and I take a deep breath, then she bursts out laughing.
“Huh” I grumble.
“Faith its ok” she confirms before kissing me softly on the lips.


I wake up whilst it’s still dark, but I can’t think what made me wake up. I reach through the darkness, Buffy is asleep next to me maybe she kicked me. Yeah that must be it; I turn over and close my eyes when it happens again, a tight clamping pain down between my legs. Surely it can’t be time; I nudge Buffy to wake up she mumbles from her sleep.
“What’s the matter?” she whispers sleepily.
“I think it’s started…” I reply worried.
“What’s started?” She asks confused.
“It…” I say nervously, she rolls over and tries to go back to sleep.
“Wake up Buffy, the baby is coming!” I yell at her causing her to sit up quickly in bed.
“Oh god shit, well why didn’t you say” she shouts jumping out of bed looking around confused. I sigh angrily and stand up myself.
“Ew…” I look down at myself and notice there’s a bloody mucus running down my leg.
“Oh god urm that would be” Buffy stumbles around.
“My waters, yeah I’m kind of ahead of you Buffy, just get dressed” I whisper trying to keep the situation calm.

She eventually gets her act together and her mum drives us to the hospital, the pain is getting worse, more intense but I’m not going to be one of those weird people that scream the place down. I rub my stomach hoping it’ll make it stop but to no avail. Buffy squeezes my hand reassuringly and I grimace as another contraction takes hold of me, my body involuntarily shaking, my back feeling like it’ll break in two.
“Faith we’re here” Buffy jumps out of the car and runs inside to get a wheelchair.
“Give me two seconds” I whisper through breaths, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stand whilst I’m still having this pain. It subsides allowing a painless relapse for me to be able to stand and waddle my way over to the wheelchair Buffy is wielding.

My room is small but it will do, once I get another contraction the size of the room is a minor thought in my head. Buffy’s fawning over me and it makes me feel uncomfortable, I feel embarrassed being vulnerable like this in front of her I just want her to leave me alone while this happens.
“Are you ok, do you need anything?” She asks patting my forehead like they do in the movies.
“I need some space, can I have some time alone” I say breathlessly. She looks hurt but nods and leaves me with the nurse. I gasp through another contraction; they’re lasting so much longer now.
“Ah do you have any drugs?!” I yell at the nurse, she hurries over and checks the machines I’m attached to.
“I’ll get the doctor” she replies walking out of the room. A few minutes later the doctor comes in and gives me a shot of something.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice” I mumble through pain and drowsiness. The room starts spinning and I throw up on the floor, the nurse places a cold rag on my forehead and wipes the sick up. Least the pain has gone, all I feel now is pressure between my legs I try to move slightly but my body doesn’t co-operate, shit I think I’m paralyzed.
“Help” I gasp, my throat not working properly either.
“What’s the matter?” The nurse asks me.
“I can’t move” I reply. The nurse lifts up my hand and lets it fall to the bed.
“Hmm, hold on” she says before leaving the room again. I’m so afraid of being alone like this that I yell of Buffy.
“I’m here, what’s wrong?” Buffy bustles in and holds my hand instinctively.
“I can’t move the doctor gave me something and I can’t move” I start to sob thinking I’ll never move again.
“Don’t get upset I’m sure its nothing.” Buffy hugs me close to her just as the doctor walks into the room. He checks the machines and manually checks my pulse.
“Am I going to die?” I cry to him.
“I shouldn’t think so, the drug just had adverse effect on you” the doctor smiles at me and gives me another shot of something else. “This should bring back some of the feeling, so you might feel some of the contractions.” He adds before leaving the room.
“Holy mother of god” I scream when the contraction pain comes back twice as hard as before. “I want to be paralyzed again!!!” I yell. Buffy bites her lip and looks at her hand that I’m crushing. It’s only right she should feel my pain.