This little girl

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So I made this chapter a little longer. More sex ensures. Don’t know if I write that well or not. I always feel like it is either too much or not enough.

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Chapter 16

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Buffy’s POV

They weren’t back. God they had actually gone shopping. I couldn’t believe my luck. Faith had practically run all the way back. I couldn’t even keep up. She pulled me along the sidewalk, threatening to carry me if need be. I can’t help it, her legs are longer.

She opened the door and flung me inside. As soon as it closed she was on top of me. Pressing me against the wall. “Faith…bed.” I tried to pull away.

She shook her head. I could feel the heat coming off of her in waves. She was breathing heavily, “No…I can’t in there…that’s where you and…” She groaned. I’d grabbed her ass. “My room.”

What? She had a room? Whatever. I begin pulling her to the stairs. “Hurry,” I told her.

At the second step she stopped me. I turned her around. She was standing underneath me, pulling on my hand. I fell back into her and she buried her face in my chest. “I wanna live here,” She mumbled. I thought…what…did she think I didn’t want her to live here? She groaned, burying her face against me. The top two buttons of my shirt were undone and I could feel her breath against my bare skin. Oh wait, she’s talking about…damn I’m a little slow some time. Still I couldn’t basically let her feel me up in the lobby. What if the rest of them came back? The idea of being caught by friends and family oddly not as enticing.

I pulled away from her. “Come on.”

She moaned. “Uh…ok, fuck.” She tried to pout.

“Faith you know better. That so doesn’t work on me. I invented that look.”

She rolled her eyes. I turned around and pulled her back up the stairs. She was following behind me, stopping every few seconds to lick my neck. “I want to get inside of you. Like now.”

Oh fuck it. A few steps to go. Good Lord we couldn’t even get up a flight of stairs. Well, some things haven’t changed.

When we had made it up, she began fumbling for her key. “Fuck,” she muttered, sticking her hands in her pockets. “What the fuck did I…oh,” she pulled it out grinning at me. “Here it is.” She smiled like she had just done something magical.

“Ahem…Buffy?” Angel. Jesus, how did I forget he was here? Why is he so fucking stealthy? He was standing behind her. Neither of us having even noticed him standing in the shadows when we walked by.

Faith stood still. And she didn’t turn around. I watched her face. She was looking at me with…I don’t know…a look of surprised anger. How does she do that? Go from horny to pissed off in two seconds?

I walked around her. Faith moved behind me, a scowl crossing her face. It’s cute. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. She’s cute when she’s pissed.

Angel was talking. Listen Buffy. “What are you guys doing?” He sounded bored. I don’t think that was what he was feeling.

I just looked at him. Speak, I told myself. There was a voice in the back of my head telling me I was on a time schedule. A voice I did not want to tell to shut up. But Angel was putting a quick damper on my mood. “Umm…” Oh, see I could speak.

I could feel the anger coming from Faith. She growled. “What does it look like we’re doing. Baking a fucking cake?” He just stared at her. This was getting bad fast. “See,” she pointed to me and then her, “we were going in there,” she motioned to the room, “because I’ve been waiting all day to bury my face between B’s thighs here. And you are interrupting my good time and getting in my way.”

“Faith,” I chastised.

“You really have no clue do you Faith?” Angel taunted her.

What the fuck? “Angel, don’t start.” I said. I made sure I was standing between them. He moved a bit closer to me. I felt her at my back.

“Clue? I don’t need a clue.” She was moving to get passed me. I grabbed her hand. Stop, I was thinking. Sex, remember? She didn’t as far as I could tell. “The only thing I need is a fucking stake. Cause you are really close to finding the wrong end of it.”

“Is that a threat?” Angel said. No emotion in his voice. It was scaring me.

Faith on the other hand let her emotions drip from her like water. She was so angry her breathing had become erratic. She was standing beside me. Her body tensed and coiled. She looked like any minute she was going to jump. The only thing that I think was stopping her was my hand on her elbow.

Why was I just standing here? Why is Angel ruining my good time?

Faith seemed to get very calm. Notice I said seemed. A composed Faith is even more terrifying than an out of control Faith. “I don’t make threats,” she said. Her voice was too even for my liking.

I pushed myself in between them again. Fuck this. I didn’t have time for a fucking pissing contest. “Both of you need to stop this.” I said, looking back and forth. I was trying to choose my words carefully. I didn’t want to make either of them any angrier. More importantly, I didn’t want Faith to feel trapped. And I could tell that she did. “It isn’t worth it,” I said, looking Faith in the eye. I turned to Angel, “And you know better.”

He flinched. He looked at me, ignoring Faith’s stare. “I don’t know why you are doing this. It causes nothing but pain Buffy. You don’t need anymore of that. Think about it. Where does this get either of you?” He was completely ignoring her. Or pretending to. I noticed that he didn’t put his back to her.

“Stay the fuck out of my business soul boy,” Faith growled.

He turned on her quickly. I almost didn’t register it. I forgot how fucking fast he was. He got incredibly close to her. She was in fighting stance, her legs slightly apart. He had his hands by his side. She was opening and closing her fists. He was mere inches from her, their faces almost touching. “It becomes my business when you fuck up.”

I couldn’t understand this. Why did they all of a sudden hate each other? Didn’t she take the stupid trippy mind walk with him? I pulled him back, a small gesture, but one both of them noticed. She didn’t take her eyes off of my hand, which was now resting on his elbow.

She looked him in the eye, ripping her head around. I could see it in her eyes. Fuck if I didn’t have to get in between them for a third time. I felt like a referee. Stupid, jackasses. I should just let them fight. “Will you two knock it the fuck off?” I turned to Angel. “I am with Faith. If you don’t like it, well…get over it. I’ll find somewhere else to go. I don’t care. I can’t go through that again,” I lowered my voice. “If you cared about me, like you say you do,” I looked down, “like I know you do, you’d let it go. Let me by happy.”

He shook his head. “She won’t make you happy. She’s only ever made your miserable. You know that.” He backed up nonetheless. She was still against me though. I watched his face. I did know him well. Every emotion he could have been having crossed his countenance within a second, and then it was gone. “I’m not deluded. I know. I know you…” he stuttered, “you love her. But you need to ask yourself, for everyone’s sake, if that is enough.” He turned and walked away.

She jumped at that point. I turned quickly and wrapped my arms around her. Not to comfort her, mind you. To keep her from killing him. “Let me go B.” She struggled against me. Fuck, I forgot how strong she was. I slammed her against the wall. “Ow.” She moaned. “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“Faith, I can still kick your ass. I don’t want to. But I can.” I softened my voice. She was rubbing her elbow where it had hit the wall. She looked at me, a questioning and less than happy look crossing her face. “Please?” I tried.

She sighed. “Whatever,” she said. But I knew I had won. At least this round. Her anger deflated a bit as she walked passed me. “I’m going to my room.”

I nodded my head to her. What the fuck were we going to do now?

She stopped outside of her door. I stopped behind her, my face buried in her back. Why couldn’t I just stay pressed against her forever? I put my arms around her waist and she interlaced my fingers with her own. She pulled me to her back. She caught her breath and tensed. She just couldn’t let it alone.

“Hey Angel,” She didn’t move. I pressed my cheek against her back, turning to watch him. I saw him stop, but he didn’t turn around, “you might want to watch yourself.” She called to him, her tone barely above a whisper. She was stroking my hand with her fingers, looking into her room. She didn’t even try to turn around

Neither did he. He didn’t move. He spoke. His voice was just as even. Just as soft. “Give me a reason,” he said.

All three of us stood still. My arms still around her waist, my face pressed against her back. I was staring at him. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I hadn’t won a goddamn thing.

It seemed to last for fifteen minutes, but was probably more like fifteen seconds. And then suddenly they moved. Faith simply opened her door, dropping my hands and moving away from me. And Angel just walked down the stairs. Both of them left me standing there. I was looking back and forth between the door and the staircase. What the hell just happened?

Faith’s POV

Soul Boy. That fucking motherfucking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sick of his little ‘no one loves Buffy more than me’ broody pussy-assed whiney…ok, calm down Faith. What is wrong with me?

“Faith?” Buffy quirked an eyebrow at me, and now the shit will hit the fan. She ran her hands through her hair. I loved it when she did that. I have the hardest time paying attention. She is so hot. Fuck, see?

I didn’t want to think…well what I was thinking. Why was my mind in the gutter? Why was she chewing on her bottom lip? She was waiting for me to answer her. Best if I just…oh, she’s doing the lip thing. Fuck, Faith, focus. “Huh?” I am such a genius.

She didn’t seem as pissed as I thought she was. Still, if she was a cartoon, I bet smoke would be coming out of her ears…a least a little bit. See? There are things wrong with me. The fact that I was looking at her like I could…well eat her, was probably not helping.

“What the hell was that about?” She asked.

I scooted closer to her. “Nothing,” I whispered, taking her hand. “Come here.”

She shook her head. “No Faith.” She pulled herself away from me. “Pay attention.” Oh, she was smiling a little. “You have a severe case of ADD.”

Bullshit. I always pay attention. Always. Oh, wait she’s talking. “Huh?”

She looked at the ceiling. As if to say ‘see?’ She is so righteous sometimes. Ok, I’ll be honest…that shit gets me so hot too. Hell she could fucking be baking cookies and I would get turned on. Run you hands through you hair again, B, I thought. Cause I’m gonna jump you.

She moved to the bed and sat down. She put her hands in her lap and looked to me. “You and Angel should…”

Fuck, I don’t care. She looked shocked when I straddled her. “Shut up, B.” I said. I pushed her to the bed. Yes, we should have this conversation. I’m not stupid. But I was way more concerned about the fact that we wouldn’t be able to have sex, hey we were still on a time constraint, than whether broody boy got his panties in a knot.

She raised an eyebrow at me, but ran her hands over my back. See, she is so into this. She sighed as if to say fuck it and pulled me to her.

Seriously, I could spend days kissing her. The way she fights for dominance, the way her mouth feels…some times it’s too much. But, she always breaks away first. I would kiss her forever. Everywhere. Her hands made their familiar path up to my hair. She loved my hair. Couldn’t keep her fingers out of it. “Mmm,” I heard her moan.

I couldn’t help. I’ve been so worked up the whole time. Even the fight with Angel had done nothing to calm me. In fact, it probably got me more worked up. I bet that fucker was somewhere near, using his super vampire hearing to listen. Perv. Told you I couldn’t focus. That changed when she rolled her hips against me. “Fuck,” I mumbled against her mouth.

She kissed me harder. She moved her lips around to my ear. “I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?” Fuck, B. I loved it when she whispered in my ear. I’d have loved it even more if she would just let me get a little bit of friction going. She was fucking teasing me to death.

“I love it when you moan into my mouth,” She said, snaking her tongue against my ear. “But you know what I like more?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Which was good, cause I couldn’t talk. “I like it when you come in my mouth.”

Fuck. I slammed my hips into hers. This time she let me. I was pressing my pussy between her legs. I could so come from this. I could always come from this. She continued licking my ear. I could feel the wetness seeping out of my cunt. Does she have any idea what she does to me? She grabbed my ass, encouraging me to ride her. I moaned again. God I am such a fucking girl sometimes.

And then she…stops. Fuck, what was she doing. I pull away from her and look at her. “Fuck B…stop teasing me.”

She giggled. God that giggle. Okay, another gush between my legs. She wrapped her legs around me. Thank god, I thought, about to settle myself back down, when she suddenly flipped us over. Ok, didn’t see that coming.

She kissed my forehead. I was lying underneath her, and she was holding my arms above my head, straddling my waist. She was barely touching me with her thighs. This shit was torture. But it was good torture. Is there such a thing as good torture? Oh, fuck, who cares? “Faith. I wanna fuck you all day long. But we can’t. So if we’re going to do this,” she was breathing heavy, still hovering above me, “then we’re going to do it right.”

I swallowed. She let go of my arms and sat up. I watched her, what else could I do? She pulled her shirt off quickly, straight over her head, buttons be damned. Her bra was thrown off just as easily. Mmm, don’t think I’d forgotten about how much I wanted to put those in my mouth. Cause I hadn’t. I rose up suddenly and wrapped my lips around her nipple. .

Oh, god,” she breathed above me.

I mumbled against her. I was running my tongue over her nipple. Pulling her to me, my hands on her back.

She was pulling at the hem of my shirt. Hey, it’s tighter than hers…it doesn’t always come off as easily. She pushed me away from her breasts, and I groaned. “Take it off.” She popped up off the bed. Hey, where are you going? Oh, she was unbuttoning her pants. Staring me in the eyes. “Take it off.” She said. Well, you don’t have to tell me twice. Or ok, you do. Anyway, you get the point.

She could always wiggle out of her clothes in about two seconds. I pulled my shirt over my head and when I finished her pants and panties were gone. Glad to know she has that superhuman strength for something. She crawled, all fucking cat like, from the foot of the bed. I hope that she knows that that is the hottest shit in the world. I just sort of fell back. I threw my shirt on the floor. No bra for me, thank you very much. She was sliding up my legs like…fuck…I don’t even know how to describe. She was moving so slow, just looking me in the eyes. Almost like she could devour me. She bent her head down, stopping at my crotch. I held my breath. She let out a little puff of air. Shit.

She dipped her head down and licked my stomach. Up across my abdomen, making circles, barely staying in one place. I had my head raised, watching her…cause it was wicked. Her ass was in the air. She was still crawling up my body, the only difference was she was tasting it at the same time.

When she got to my breasts she looked up at me. Her hair hid one of her eyes and I brushed it away from her face. She smiled and looked down. I was expecting her to lick them, or maybe even kiss them. But then she bit. I fell back. Fuck!!!!!!! I…that…I get so…I can’t even think, much less speak.

She was nipping at my tits. Nothing hard. She moved her mouth over my left breast, still nipping. She brought her left hand up to knead the other one. And then she bit down. I fucking screamed. She had wrapped her fingers around my other nipple and squeezed at the same time. “Goddddddddd! Fuck, B. you…fuck.” I wanted to hold her in place, but I couldn’t move. She instantly starting kissing me…taking away the sting. I was so fucking wet that I thought ‘these jeans are never coming off. They are now glued to me.’ A thought I didn’t voice, cause hey, she could at least try, right? She was rubbing my other breast with her fingers, soothing it as well. She move up a little and licked a trail up and around each one. A figure eight sort of thing, and then she moved up my neck.

She licked a wet trail up to my ear and whispered again. “I could fucking do this forever. Fuck…I want to…but we’ve got more important things to do.”

I nodded. Still can’t talk, can you dumbass? She grabbed my hands again and pulled them over my head. She thrust her pussy against the seam of my jeans and bent down to kiss me. Her mouth was incredibly warm. I knew she was wet. I could smell her. But I couldn’t feel it. I groaned against her mouth, “Pants.” Wow, a full word.

She raised her entire body off of me, still holding my arms. Her hair was spilling down into my face. I loved it. “Want me to take off your pants, Faithie?” She pressed her pussy back against them. Still looking me in the eyes.

I closed mine. I couldn’t think. I just nodded. She rose up and let go of my hands. I opened my eyes, fuck where did she go?

When I looked down, she was hovering over me, one hand on the button of my jeans. She undid it with ease. I felt her shove her hand inside. “You are so wet,” She said. Her voice was so gruff I moaned again. I could feel her fingers sliding around in my juices. Up and down my slit. Fuck, I thought, it wasn’t going to take much. I started moving against her hand. Just a little more…”No, no, no.” She chastised, and pulled her hand out.

“Fuck…” I whispered, “don’t…”

She jerked my pants off. “Don’t what?” She asked, her face inches from my pussy. “Don’t do this?”

She put her hands on either side of my hip. And with her ass still in the air (did I mention how hot that was?) she ran her tongue across my slit. I could feel the wetness. Well, these panties were ruined. Wish I gave a flying fuck. She sucked them into her mouth. It felt…I could here her sucking the juices off of them. She was looking up at me, my panties in her mouth. Holy fuck, I couldn’t take much more of this.

I thrust my pussy against her mouth. Finally, I could move. I put one hand on the back of her head. “Please.” I managed to whisper.

That seemed to do the trick. She jerked at the waistband with her teeth. Like a puppy with a toy or something. Then she ripped them off. Tore them away from my legs. Like I said, wish I gave a flying fuck. She pushed her face into my cunt before I had time to breathe. I fell back, my head against the bed.

She ran her tongue up and down my slit again. It was so hot, her breath coming out in hot gasps against me. Fuck…I…fuck. Up and down she licked. Like she was cleaning me. It was too fucking much. My hips were jerking, beneath her. I needed more. She was holding them down with her hands. Fuck… “Fuck B….I need…” She raised her head and looked at me. What was I saying? I was about to finish when she shoved her tongue inside of me.

The look of blond hair between my legs was overwhelming. Her head was bobbing up and down and the feel of her tongue, all wet and hot on its on, shoving as hard as she could into me, was working me up. I was literally humping her face.

She could probably feel that I was about to come and so, tease that she is, she stopped and pulled out. I was going to really protest this time until I felt the first finger slide inside of me. She was watching herself fuck me, head above my pussy. Her face was scrunched and she seemed to be concentrating. “Want more?” she breathed.

“Yes…”I would beg. Please. She had to…I needed it so bad.

“Ok,” I could hear the grin in her voice. Yeah, the girl knew what she was doing to me all right.

She moved the finger all the way out, except of the tip and moved her mouth to my clit. When she snuck out her tongue, I felt two fingers shove back inside of me. Hard. That’s what I’m talking about.

Her assault on my clit was fast. Hard and determined, she sucked at it, alternately licking and pulling it between her lips. The fingers in my pussy were pumping. I could not keep my hips still. I was pumping them into her face. I grabbed her hair. I was going to hold her to me if need be. She must have liked it cause she did this throaty fucking groan against me. That was it. “Fuck…B….I’m…”

My words, or lack thereof, urged her on and she sucked as hard as she could, shoving her fingers as deep as they would go. I held onto her hair, moving her face around so that I could thrust myself against her harder. “Fuck…” I felt the contractions build. My stomach felt like it was on fire. She was letting me fuck her face. Letting me hold onto her hair. I was jerking so hard…the flames spread. “I’m…”

She raised her head up and I let go of her hair suddenly. With her fingers in my pussy, she shot up my body like a rocket, grinding her pussy into mine. “Come for me Faith. Come with my fingers in that hot little cunt.”

I remember her pressing down against me. The feeling of her jerking when I came. She must have came as well. After that, though, there isn’t much. I think I fucking passed out. I am such a fucking girl.

I felt her kissing my neck, and opened my eyes. “Did I…tell me I didn’t?” Ok, I have a little pride.

She giggled and snuggled into my neck. “Yep…but just for a few secs. I think it was cute.”

I have never ever ever done that. Was that even possible? Hey…”I’m not cute.”

She smiled at me. Like she knew something I didn’t. Told ya she was righteous.

Oh well, I wanted to do it again. Like right now. I put my hands on her back and ran my fingers up and down her spine. “Turnabout is fair play,” I told her.

I heard a knock at the door. “Is Faith dead yet?” I heard Cordy ask, “Cause if not, you two might want to hurry the fuck up. Your daughter is bounding up the stairs. I really hope she didn’t hear all the damn screaming. If I was as clueless as the rest of these people I would have thought you two were killing each other.” I was screaming? Why was she still talking?

“Thanks, Cor,” Buffy yelled at her. “Go away.”

“Hey, screw you Buffy. You better hurry. We don’t have enough money to pay for all the therapy this kid is going to need if she ever hears that.” I could hear her laughing. “Get dressed you sluts.”

We heard her walk away.

Buffy shook her head at me and rose up, “Tsk…tsk…” she clacked her tongue. “No more screaming for you.”

I threw the pillow at her. “Well that so isn’t fair.”


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