The Courtship of Buffy Summers

The morning sunshine gently filters in through the window and the semi-closed curtains. The blonder of the two starts to wake up and is irritated that she won’t be getting anymore sleep. The first thing she notices as she starts to regain consciousness is something tickling her nose. It doesn’t take long for that tickling to become an inching. She wiggles her nose to try and move the offending object, or whatever it is, but that just makes the problem worst.


“Ah-ah-ah-CHOO!” drops of saliva in all different textures and sizes flies out of her mouth and lands on the unsuspecting victim. Faith, who has been awake for several minutes, leaps off the bed in shock, and starts wiping madly at the side of her face where most of the debris hit.


“Gross, eww. That was nasty,” she says before she can stop herself. She uses the sleeve of the pajama shirt to get the ickiness off of her. When she realizes how badly she reacted she looks sheepishly at the bed, and at the blushing blonde. “Sorry, it’s just I wasn't expecting that.” She tries not to look at the bruises and the large cut on Buffy’s cheek. She doesn’t want to be rude and stare, but at the same time she can’t look away.


“No, it was disgusting,” Buffy says with a small smile on her face and it’s obvious she’s trying to make it go away. “Your reaction was really funny. I’ve never seen anyone jump up that fast before.” ‘Ok, I can say so many dirty things about that but I think I’ll keep it clean. I’ve only known her for like two weeks and I think it’s a little early for dirtiness,’ Faith thinks and sits back down on the bed. She isn’t sure what to do. ‘Does she want to be held? Does she just want to be left alone?’ It’s a dilemma, and she doesn’t know what to do.


“You can come back to bed. I’m not gonna sneeze on you again,” Buffy says and lifts the covers up a little bit. She watches Faith get a little smile on her face, as she slowly crawls under the covers and rolls over onto her side so they’re facing each other. “See? No sneezing whatsoever.” They both smile and just look into each other’s eyes. Buffy watches, and holds very still as Faith reaches out and very gently runs her fingertips over the bruises on her face. ‘God, her fingers are so soft,’ she thinks and has to bite back a little moan.


Despite the fact that Faith’s soft touch is bringing her a little pain, she’s getting turned on. She can’t help it, and she’s a little ashamed of it. ‘She saved me last night, does she know how great she is? Maybe I’m going to have to show her.’ She slowly turns her head until the brunette’s fingers are grazing her lips. She lightly kisses them, and softly wraps her lips around one and gently sucks. She can practically feel Faith tense up, but she takes that as a good sign. ‘I’m glad she likes what I’m doing to her. If she didn’t I’d probably cry again.’ She lets go of the captured finger and slowly leans in and kisses Faith on the lips.


The kiss is soft, but there’s a hint of all the desire that Buffy is trying to control. The desire to be with Faith in more ways then they’ve been together so far. She doesn’t just want to kiss, she wants to go further. She thinks she’s finally ready, even if they’ve only known each other a little over two weeks, and aren’t officially a couple. But she doesn’t care about the technicalities. She’s highly aroused, and it’s all because of Faith, and she wants to show the brunette girl the feelings she’s bringing out of her blonde counterpart.


They pull back from the kiss when they need to breathe, but it isn’t broken for long. Buffy kisses Faith again, deep this time, and with a lot more passion. She seeks out Faith’s hand under the blanket, and gently grabs onto the back of it. She slowly brings Faith’s hand under her shirt, and leads it to one of her breasts. She presses down on Faith’s hand so that the brunette girl is cupping her, and she pulls back from the kiss and lets out a long moan. Her nipple was already hard, and having Faith’s palm pressed against it feels better then she could have imagined.


She kisses Faith again, and moves her body closer until they’re pressed up against each other. Faith can feel the heat coming from under the blonde girl’s pajama bottoms, and it only arouses her more. She still hasn’t really responded to anything the blonde is doing. She hasn’t fully grasped the breast in her hand, her tongue is lightly teasing, but she hasn’t fully kissed the other girl. All of this has taken her by surprise and she’s just trying to catch up to the situation before it gets out of hand. And she’s trying so desperately to wrestle with her inner shoulder angel, and devil.


‘Come on Faith, don’t be a loser. She wants you, she’s practically begging for it. You didn’t instigate any of this. She’s the one that sucked on your finger, and she’s the one that grabbed your hand and put it on her tit. Just take her, you know you want to.’ God yes she wants to, but there’s that other side of her that refuses to go down without a fight.


‘She’s still upset from last night. She needs comfort right now, not sex. Taking her virginity this way isn’t going to bring you two closer together. She’ll regret it and she’ll hate herself for it, and then she’ll hate you for going through with it. Just back off, and hose yourself down so you don’t do anything stupid that’ll fuck this up forever.’ Faith decides for once in her life to go with her inner angel. She pulls away from the kiss and looks into Buffy’s very dilated eyes. Both girls are panting heavily, and the smell of their arousal is mixing in the air.


“Buffy, we have to stop.” The blonde is very confused by the words that were just whispered to her. She looks at Faith with a mixture of confusion and hurt. ‘Why doesn’t she want me?’ She can’t help but blame herself for the rejection she just received. “You’re not doing this because you’re ready, you’re doing it because you’re still upset from last night.” The blonde goes to protest but Faith doesn’t let her. “Shh, it’s ok, I get it. But if we do this you’ll regret it, and hate yourself, and you won’t be able to forgive me, and I won’t be able to forgive me either.” ‘You fucking loser. She was ready for you. Just feel how fuckin hot she is,’ Faith’s inner devil will not be ignored. ‘Just think about all that wetness just waiting for you.’


The blonde thinks about Faith word’s and deep down she agrees with the brunette. But she’s also hurt, and feeling very needy, and being rejected was not something that helped. She takes Faith’s hand out from under her shirt and scoots away from the other girl. She isn’t harsh, or mean about any of it. All of the movements are slow, and she seems completely calm, but on the inside she’s throwing a temper tantrum. ‘I need her so much. She’s been with other girls, she said she’s taken other girls’ virginity, so why won’t she give into me?’ Then Buffy’s little voice of reasoning breaks out through the cloud of hormones and speaks up. ‘Because she’s right. You’ll regret it, and you’ll hate her for it.’


“You’re right,” she reluctantly admits. “I’m not ready to go all the way with you.” She reaches out and tenderly caresses Faith’s cheek. “But can’t we fool around a little bit? I do want you, even if I’m not completely ready to have you.” The brunette pretends like she’s thinking about it for a few seconds. Her eyebrows knit together, and she strokes her chin and lets out a long ‘hmmmm’. But then she smiles and looks back into the blonde’s eyes.


“Yeah, I guess we can do that.” The smile at each other for a few seconds, both completely lost in the other’s eyes. They lean really slow, their eyes locked in wanting gazes, and they don’t close until their lips softly touch. The kiss is gentle, and in no way rushed like the last one. But it quickly grows in passion, and neither girl and force herself to stop. They do pull back, though, when they need to breathe. But Faith doesn’t stop there. She gently suckles on the blonde’s earlobe and is spurred on by the delicious sounds the other girl is making.


Neither one of them hears the bedroom door open and they are certainly unaware of Buffy’s mom standing behind them. The older woman is able to walk down to the foot of the bed without either of the girls noticing her. She crosses her arms over her chest and clears her throat. She realizes that reacting badly isn’t going to do any good. She told the girls it was ok for them to sleep in the same bed, and she trusts her daughter not to go too far. That and she didn’t get a wink of sleep because she was too busy listening for any signs of teenage copulation.


“Mom!” Buffy yells out as the two girl rip apart. ‘When did she get in here? How long has she been watching us?’ It’s panic inside Buffy’s mind right now as she tries to come up with something to say. ‘I hope Faith didn’t leave a hickie, I’ll be grounded way longer for sure.’ “It’s not what it looks like.” Her mother gives her a very skeptical look but says nothing. “I was, I mean we were just-”


“Making out like a couple of teenagers?” her mother asks and raises an eyebrow. Buffy blushes about three different shades of red and tries so hard to keep her mouth shut. Being quiet at this point is the best thing to do. ‘Why isn’t she yelling at me? How come she isn’t freaking out and telling Faith to get out and never come back?’ “It’s ok dear, I’ve mentioned that I was once sixteen too.” ‘Could she be anymore embarrassing?’ she silently asks herself. She chances a glance at Faith and the slightly younger girl seems relieved. “Why don’t you two come downstairs and have some breakfast?”


“I’m still not feeling well.” Understatement of the year. “Can Faith and I eat breakfast up here?” She chances another glace at the brunette and by the look on her face Faith already knows the answer is going to be a no. ‘Come on, B, don’t push our luck. She’s not pissed that she walked in on us practically dry humpin’ but every mom has their limit.’ Joyce chuckles a little and smiles at the two girls.


“Buffy, I may not be sixteen anymore, but I’m far from stupid. You don’t have to get dressed at all today, but you definitely have to come downstairs, and in less then three minutes because that’s when I’m coming back up here.” She walks out of the room and leaves behind two very embarrassed girls. Faith looks over at Buffy and gives her a small smile.


“Now what exactly did you plan on eating if she let us stay up here?” she asks with a devilish smile. Buffy blushes again and Faith leans in and gives her a little kiss on the lips. It’s nothing more then a peck and Buffy is a little disappointed. “I’m just teasing.” She gives her another kiss and this one lasts a little longer. “We better get downstairs.” Buffy nods her head, and then leans in for another kiss. This one lasts even longer then the previous two, and their tongues come out to play.


“GIRLS DOWNSTARIS, NOW!” they hear Joyce yell at the top of their lungs, and she sounds a little mad. They pull apart and practically jump off the bed. They smile very amused smiles at each other and make their way out of the room. ‘Going to need a very cold shower,’ both girls think as they walk down the stairs. ‘I don’t think I can stand to be in the room with her and not kiss her right now,’ Buffy thinks. ‘Just as long as I don’t do it in front of Mom I should be ok.'