This little girl

Got back a little early from dinner and decided to post this. Much needed smut ensues. Sorry it isn't longer. But I'm thinking some of you have been waiting patiently for this, so I relented.

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Disclaimer - I wish I owned Buffy and Faith. It doesn't even matter which one.

Chapter 15

Buffy’s POV

“Forgot my jacket. See ya later,” Faith said, as she stormed out.

Turn around, Buffy. What the fuck had I done? She couldn’t think…? I mean seriously, she didn’t think that I was with Angel? Who am I kidding? This is Faith I’m talking about. Of course she did.

“Faith, wait,” I called to the door. I turned and chased her out.

She spun on me, “What?” Her voice was venomous.

I looked outside; everyone including Annie was watching us. I motioned to the corner with my eyes.

“Damn it,” I heard Cordelia say. “I am not waiting all day on those two. I’m telling you right now.”

Xander sighed, “Give ‘em a minute.” Thank you Xand.

Faith followed me, still staring. “What?” She was looking me in the eyes.

“You have to know that wasn’t…Come on Faith. You do know that, right?”

“What, I know that you’re not fucking Angel? Yes, Buffy, I am not an idiot. It’s kind of easy to tell when he gets a happy.”

I was relieved, “So why are you mad?”

“Why am I mad?” She shook her head at me. “Are you serious?” I nodded to her. She looked like I was speaking another language. “I can’t believe you are even asking that. Why do you have to act like suck a spoiled little two year old?”

Excuse me? “What?”

She sneered. “Please. You know what I’m talking about. I thought you would be happy that I got Annie to talk to me. That she’s not mad at me anymore. That would be the logical thing to believe. But boy do you do nothing but surprise. As soon as she and I can get on some plane of understanding, you swell up like somebody forgot your birthday.” She scoffed, “Do you not want me to be in her life? Could you be jealous? That’s a question I can answer. Yes. I think you are jealous. I think you don’t like the fact that I might just have some connection with,” she stressed her words here, “my child. Isn’t that what you wanted? Or are you afraid that I will worship someone besides you?”

I couldn’t believe her. “I’m not jealous of either one of you. That’s stupid. What do you think of me?”

Faith sighed. Her voice was growing softer. “I think that I love you so much it fucking hurts. It rips me apart, because we can’t…we can never just leave things alone. We always have to do this. It is too much.” She looked down to the ground, “It’s half the reason I left. It was emotional overload. Fucking or fighting, those were the only two things we were ever any good at.”

I shook my head. “That isn’t true.”

She stared at me a moment. “Isn’t it? What else have we ever done successfully? I am so jealous of anyone that looks at you that I can’t see straight. I spent fucking years trying to forget about you. Trying to will you out of my mind. I couldn’t go one day, fuck I couldn’t go an hour, without thinking about you.”

I smiled at her. I couldn’t help it.

She shook her head again. “See that’s my point. We get off on it. Both of us. You think it’s fucking hot that I am that fucking crazy. And I want to viciously murder anyone who even thinks about looking at you. I could go in there right now and stake Angel just for touching you. I don’t care. The thought of that blond bimbo in your bed eats me alive. I can’t even,” she put her fingers on her temples, “I can’t even imagine. I won’t.” She moved a piece of hair behind her ear. “I am so scared I will lose it all one day, B. That I’ll go back to that place. In fact,” she paused, “there are times when I wish…” she was actually stuttering, “when I wish that I would have never showed up in Sunnydale.”

Why would she say that? “Why?” I couldn’t speak.

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Why? I don’t even exist outside of you B. You fucking define everything about me. Everything. I am nothing but your lesser half. Fuck, I killed people to get your attention. I let you stab me and throw me off a roof. I’d let you do it everyday for the rest of my life if I thought you’d be happy.” God that hurt. She looked so tiny, whispering to me, “I don’t even have a purpose outside of you.”

Please, she can’t actually think this. This has to be a nightmare. She can’t think… doesn’t she know? I touched her face. She flinched, “God, Faith, that is no where near the truth. I would live everyday for the rest of my life in hell if I could take that one night back. You have to…I love you.”

She turned away from me. “I fucking know that. Don’t you just…come on B. Aren’t there times when you wish…when you wish,” She seemed like she was going to cry, but she held it in. She swallowed, “tell me I’m not crazy. I know you wish that you’d never met me. I would have never fucked your life up. You could be getting it on with Beefstick or Farrah, or who ever.”

I shook my head. Back and forth. I couldn’t stop. “No. No. No. I can’t even…”I tried to touch her again. This time she let my hand linger. “You are the only one. The only one.” I whispered.

“You existed without me. It was never the same for me.”

“I am scared. I am terrified. I am terrified of you.” I said.

She looked down, “I see.”

I jumped in, “No god. Not in that way.” I slowed my voice a bit, “I’m terrified of you because you make me feel something. You make me think that I can be someone other than the fucking slayer. You understood me. I’ve gone years…years Faith, without feeling anything other than empty and you show up and my stomach flips like I’m a giddy teenager. I constantly have that around you. It’s like a drug. It is a drug.”

She looked deflated, but nodded, as if to say I know. “So what do we do about it? You know I can’t leave. I won’t.” She seemed shy, “I love her,” she whispered.

There! My stomach flipped again. “I have never wanted anything but that.”

She was crying. Soft tears falling down her face. “So we’re ok?”

I kissed her. Just a peck. Nothing heavy, god knows we can’t do that right here. Right now. “Let’s go. They’re all waiting on us.”

She smiled at me. I love her smile. I love Annie’s smile. “k,” she whispered. I kinda like the shy Faith. But I want my ballsy one back too.

We walked to the door. “Faith,” I turned to her before we walked out. “We are going to work on this. I promise. It’s just overwhelming right now. I say we just go with it. Let’s try to be happy. I want that. I want a lot more than that.”

She put her hand on my ass. “I say we work on some things later,” she whispered in my ear.

I felt chills go down my spine. There’s my girl.

Faith’s POV

Ok, breakfast – no big explosion. Everything seemed to be going well. I didn’t kill Angel. I wanted to, but I have self-control now. It’s a thing I’m working on. I know he wants her though. I can feel it on him. But…I trust her. I do. And she wants me. Right now, for instance, she was demonstrating that fact by oh so softly running her foot up my leg.

“Faith, are you listening?” Huh? Who was talking to me?

“Faith!” Xander snapped his fingers in my face. “Way to zone out.”

I shook my head, “Nuh-uh. I was listening.”

“Fine,” he stated. “What’s you answer then?”

My answer to what? What is this fool talking about? I looked at Buffy, she was helping Annie with a picture on the back of the kids’ menu. Fuck she is hot when she colors. Ok, see that is where the craziness comes into play. I think she’s hot when she’s holding a Crayola. How seriously fucked up is that? Oh, fuck it she is smiling at me. I so don’t care.

“Faith!?!”

“Jesus Xander, I’m right here.”

Cordelia looked at Dawn and smiled. “She’s on the planet when can I get into Buffy’s…”

“Cordy!” Buffy practically yelled.

Willow nodded. “You’re going to have to work on that Cordelia. You are seriously gonna scar our baby here.” She reached out and ruffled Annie’s hair.

Annie continued coloring. Not looking up, she spoke, “She won’t scar me.”

Kennedy laughed. “Well good to know you are listening.”

Annie giggled, “I hear everything, ‘member. I hear you and Wills all the time. You guys make really funny noises at night. It was kinda funny. I’m used to it now.”

Buffy looked ready to puke. Have to say, felt close to doing so myself. “Wow, her hearing is even better than a slayer’s isn’t it?”

Cordy rolled her eyes, “Please. Everyone hears those scary noises. We just turn the TV up don’t we?” Annie smiled at her and nodded. Cordy made a move, as if she were dismissing us to Ann. “Freaks.” She said.

Annie nodded her head. “Yep,” she said, continuing to color.

Well it is good to know that the sex antics of the witch and the slayer are fodder for amusement for my five year old. Jesus, what the hell do they think they’re doing?

B raised her hands in the air, “I give up.”

And we ate. Not in silence, but it felt good. I still didn’t like the idea of my child being that close to the porn stars down the hall, but she seemed to understand. Or not understand, cause she is five. More like she seemed to not care. That is the one good influence Cordy has on her. Indifference.

Buffy took my hand as we were getting ready to leave. It was a small gesture but it felt good. She turned to the others, “We’re walking back?” Whoa, are we? Oh, she meant me and her. Ok.

Cordelia and Annie both shook their heads. “I beg to differ,” Cordy said. “It’s sweltering outside.” Her face lit up, “oh, you mean you and Faith. By all means, walk away. We’re going shopping. Those shoes Annie’s got on are hideous.”

We watched the rest of them get in the car, Kennedy and Xander were arguing over who was going to drive. Kennedy won cause Xander only has one eye. I have to say, good call on their part. Don’t won’t my baby in a traffic accident cause he feels the need to assert his masculinity. Wonder what he was asking me earlier?

“Huh?” I asked. Buffy has said something to me.

She smiled, “I said I have to go to the bathroom. Wait here.”

I shook my head, “Nope. I’m coming with.”

She shrugged and I followed her. I was on her before the door closed. “Faith? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked, pulling her to me.

“Eww. This is a public restroom. That’s kinda gross.”

“And kinda hot,” I pressed my body against her. “Think about it. All of those people out there. They have no fucking clue that those two super hot chicks are,” I licked her neck, “fucking in the restroom.”

She moaned, but pulled away. “That’s cause we’re not…fucking in the restroom that is.”

I put my hands on her ass and nuzzled my face in her neck. I bit her collarbone. I felt her breath hitch and she put her arms around me. “I want you.” I said.

“Fuck…no…we can’t do this…you do know we can’t do this…it’s the middle of the morning.” I was still licking her neck. I don’t give a goddamn what time it is. “People are out there eating. We can’t…what if we get caught?”

I pulled back and looked at her. I thrust my lower half against her. “So the fuck what?”

She closed her eyes and immediately thrust back. “Mmm…uh…fuck. Cause they’ll…they’ll know what were doing.” I kept pulling away from her, so that she would have to force her hips closer to mine each time. “Stop,” she whispered, when I wouldn’t relent.

I looked at her. I played my best innocent face. “Stop what?”

“Stop teasing me.” She whined.

I kissed her. Crashing our mouths together. I could still taste the strawberries on her tongue. It was becoming increasingly hot in this room and I was becoming increasingly wet. “You were teasing me earlier. Running your foot up my leg. You know better.”

I kissed her again. She pulled away after a minute, a look that was pure…well Buffy, crossed her face. “I was not. I was just saying hello,” she pouted.

I shook my head at her. I pulled her shirt loose with one hand and ran it inside and up. Fuck I missed her tits. She moaned. I pinched her nipple. Her face was enough to make me come. “You are such a cock tease, B.”

She moaned. “You don’t…oh god…you don’t have a…you don’t have a cock.”

I rubbed her breasts harder. Pushing her shirt up, I moved her bra out of the way and bent down. I puffed air out over her exposed nipple. She gasped. “Yes I do. It’s just back at the hotel.” I snuck my tongue out and snaked it around her breasts. Her hands were in my hair.

I wish I could see the way it looked. Her holding me to her why I sucked her tit. Her shirt pushed up around her throat. It was wicked hot, I bet.

“Fuck…Faith…fuck…we have to…we have to…come on Faith,” she was pulling me to her. I could die of suffocation right her. With her in my mouth, moaning. Speaking of which, my mouth could be other places as well.

“What?” I somewhat mumbled. My mouth was full, what was I going to do?

“Mmm… we can’t…fuck…you’re getting me so wet…you have to stop…we can’t…” She was pressing so hard against me I was getting heady.

I jerked up suddenly. “What blondie? You don’t want this?” I asked, unzipping her jeans. I shoved my hand inside. Fuck it. We had time for softness later.

“God,” she put her head on my shoulder. I pulled her to me with my free arm and cupped my other hand over her panties. It was an odd angle but she was so fucking wet I would have twisted myself into a pretzel to get to her.

“You are so wet, B…fuck.” Her breathing against my neck was intoxicating.

She was starting to press her pussy into my hand. Trying to get some sort of friction going. “Come on Faith. Hurry. I need…” She stopped her pleas when I rubbed. “Oh there. More. Please.”

I smiled against her hair. Can do. I slipped her panties to the side. I began to slide my fingers up and down her slit. She was panting against my neck. Biting me. I could faint just from the feeling. “What do you want?” I asked her.

She was literally humping my hand now. She wrapped one leg around me. Both arms were around my neck. Her pants slipped down a little more. I looked over and saw the mirror on the wall. I didn’t know that was there. Fuck. This is new. Her back to it, her head on my shoulder. Her ass hanging out of her jeans. She was fucking unbelievable. “Please. My clit Faith, please.” Jesus and she was loud.

“God B,” I said, rubbing harder, closer and closer to her clit. “I can see you. Humping my hand in the mirror. Fuck that is hot.” I touched her clit.

“There…there…”she was breathing heavy. She was already close. Fuck I was close from just watching it. We needed to invest in a mirror when we got back to the hotel.

I began to press as hard as I could against her. “Come for me baby.”

She shuddered underneath me. I watched it in the mirror. Her body convulsed once and then got still. Then she went mad. Humping my hand like crazy. Pulling me to her. Her naked tits were rubbing against mine. I watched myself in the mirror.“ Fuck...fuck….oh god Faith…oh, oh, oh….”I felt her pussy contract while she screamed. Guess those people outside know what we’re doing now. She came so hard, rubbing against me like…fuck I don’t even know what it was like. It was just insane. Did I say we needed a mirror?

She dropped her leg to the ground. I pulled out my hand. Gonna fuck her so good when we get home, I thought. Fuck I can’t even think about it. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. “That was so damn insane B. I watched the whole thing. It was like high quality porn. I’m hot…” I noted as an afterthought.

She mumbled against me, “So damn conceited.”

“What?” I asked. “I am. You are too.”

She shook her head and buttoned her pants. She kissed me on the lips and then the cheek. “I know…I really am aren’t I?”

She winked at me and straightened her shirt. God, can I fuck you again please?

We heard a knock on the door, we both jumped.

“Is everything ok in there?” A woman, I’m assuming the waitress, asked.

B turned scarlet. I answered for us, “Couldn’t be better.”

The woman stuttered, “Well we just thought…we heard…um, ok then.”

Buffy shook her head. “I’m not leaving.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door. “What you gonna live in this bathroom the rest of your life?”

She shook her head but followed me. We walked out of the room. I was beaming. Hey, I was the luckiest chick in there. Buffy was quick on my heels, her face buried in my back. “Hurry up,” she said. When we got outside I stopped. “Are we out yet?”

Huh? I turned around and looked at her. She had her eyes closed. Pussy. “Yeah baby,” I pulled her to me, “but we’ve got to hurry. There are things I want to do to you that would probably get me arrested.”

She giggled, but then stopped. “Exactly how do you think we are gonna do those things at the hotel? With little miss super hearing in the vicinity.”

I smirked. “Shopping remember?” She was incredulous. Why we’re we sitting her talking? We didn’t have time.

I was pulling her along. “Faith,” she said, stopping.

What the fuck? Come on!!! Jesus we didn’t have time for this. Be patient. “What?” I asked.

She smiled shyly at me, “I’ve missed you.”

Oh, ok. I kissed her. Fuck all of these people. I would get naked here and now if she would let me. I’m doubting that would go over well though. “I love you,” I said.

She began pulling. “Well come on. Hurry the fuck up, slowpoke.” Oh, now she wants to hurry.


TBC