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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
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8
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7,536
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35
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Draw? Don't think so
Disclaimer in chapter one
When Buffy finally made it into the kitchen all she found was Faith sitting at the table ready to go and grinning from ear to ear.
“Faaaith, what have you done?” Giving her the best ‘who me?’ look Faith shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t know what you’re possibly thinking B, I got ready to slay, I didn’t have time to do anything. Don’t ya trust me?” Buffy sauntered around the table,
“I trust you, just not that little competitive Faith up here,” Buffy gave a playful tap to her head. “Any way I need to go wash up, I’ll be ready in twenty minutes. Can you sit still that long?”
Placing her feet up on the table Faith gave her a shit eating grin, “B I’m all about Zen baby, I could sit still through an earthquake.” She giggled to herself as Buffy cautiously headed to the bathroom.
*Why on earth do we always play these stupid games?* Buffy sighed to herself as she stepped into the shower
***
About fifteen minutes later Buffy headed to the kitchen wrapped up in a towel and a death glare adorning her face.
“What’s up B? Let me guess,” she imitated Buffy, badly, “Oh I can’t go slaying tonight, I haven’t got a thing to wear,” Faith fell about laughing at her own genius.
“Oh laugh it up Faith, I’ll get you,” Buffy stormed off leaving the incapacitated slayer still rolling around the floor.
“Hey, 5-4 baby!!” *Don’t worry F, where there’s a will there’s a way,* “Since working in the all together ain’t your bag B, I’m gonna head out and meet you there ok?” She was still trying to stifle a giggle.
Buffy slowly made her way downstairs wearing cherry leather pants that looked like they were spray painted on, a white tank and leather jacket, “Oh and let you further your lead, don’t think so ‘baby’” Faith’s jaw hit the ground,
“Oh yeah all even Faithy 5-5 come on lets go.”
*Oh yes m’am, damn, down Faith bad Faith. Evil thoughts baaad.*
***
While out patrol was pretty slow, in fact it was dead. Pun intended. “Oh man come on I’m bored.”
“Told ya summer patrol, dead as a door nail.” Faith frowned,
“What the hell is a door nail? Since when were they alive?”
Rolling her eyes, “Faith you are way to literal.”
“Oh, thanks B” Her face brightened.
“It’s a bad thing,” Faith mouthed an *oh* before looking like she knew it all along.
Moving on they found an illuminated crypt, “Hey B! Look a nest! Something to kill come on!”
“I suppose so, I am sooo bored.”
“Hey get dust on that jacket and you is a dead girl understand?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t hidden all my clothes!!”
“Gotta admit B, it was a good one huh!” Breaking the door down Faith yelled out, “Hey you guys got room for two more?”
A hiss rose “slayer!” a barrage of vampires fled the crypt and the mêlée began.
“3 so far B”
“7 Fai!” *Damn can’t let her win! Vamp must die!!*
After the dust settled they turned to each other, “8, how many B?”
“8, whoda thunk it huh.” They both turned as they heard frantic steps running away,
“He’s mine!” they yelled in stereo. They both ran after him trying to out do each other in the process.
They both found the stricken vamp caught up in tree roots, Faith's face contorted to an evil grin, "Oh yeah 9 baby!" But before the stake could find purchase Buffy had pounced rolling the pair into a mass of limbs fighting for dominance. The vampire watched confused,
"Slayers fight each other now? What the hell is this? Hey!" both faces turned to him "Shut up!" came the voices together.
Arms and legs fought on each time flipping the bodies to pin again, "Oww! Did you just bite me?" Buffy squealed,
"Why you like it?" Faith was filling with H 'n' H, her stomach and loins agreed.
"Ow! Of course not!"
"Then it wasn't me!" The fight and banter continued neither one winning out, the vamp sat tangled and bored. A stake flew from the tumble, his eyes lit up at the thought of getting out.
Faith flipped Buffy over pinning her, she turned to see the vamp hold the wood to his chest, "Don't you even think it you're mine!" In her moment of distraction Buffy had thrown a well aimed stake at their quarry and dust uncerimoniously scattered.
"9 F, I win, so thats 6-5?" Faith pounded the ground still on top of Buffy.
Faith snorted but devised a way of pulling it all back. "No problem B, but I bet you can't top this!"
She leant down on the prone slayer and caught Buffy's lips with her own. Although she protested Faith carried on moving her talented mouth to her neck, genty nipping and sucking at her pulse point. A gasp caught in her throat, but she refused to let it out. Faith continued feeling the prone slayer unconsciously grinding in to her. She felt her heat rising but pulled away, for now.
"So ah, 6-6, but I think 6-7 cos you were so ejnoying that!" Buffy lay panting, she had forgotten about scoring, she had nearly forgotten her name.
"Don't go there Faith, that's a game you can't win." Climbing up and regaining her posture the post slay was working them both up.
"We'll see babe, we'll see. But I have major munchies and need severe snackage so breakfast? A nice neutral time?" Faith ventured a hand to Buffy which to her suprise she took.
*Oh it's on now Faith.*
When Buffy finally made it into the kitchen all she found was Faith sitting at the table ready to go and grinning from ear to ear.
“Faaaith, what have you done?” Giving her the best ‘who me?’ look Faith shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t know what you’re possibly thinking B, I got ready to slay, I didn’t have time to do anything. Don’t ya trust me?” Buffy sauntered around the table,
“I trust you, just not that little competitive Faith up here,” Buffy gave a playful tap to her head. “Any way I need to go wash up, I’ll be ready in twenty minutes. Can you sit still that long?”
Placing her feet up on the table Faith gave her a shit eating grin, “B I’m all about Zen baby, I could sit still through an earthquake.” She giggled to herself as Buffy cautiously headed to the bathroom.
*Why on earth do we always play these stupid games?* Buffy sighed to herself as she stepped into the shower
***
About fifteen minutes later Buffy headed to the kitchen wrapped up in a towel and a death glare adorning her face.
“What’s up B? Let me guess,” she imitated Buffy, badly, “Oh I can’t go slaying tonight, I haven’t got a thing to wear,” Faith fell about laughing at her own genius.
“Oh laugh it up Faith, I’ll get you,” Buffy stormed off leaving the incapacitated slayer still rolling around the floor.
“Hey, 5-4 baby!!” *Don’t worry F, where there’s a will there’s a way,* “Since working in the all together ain’t your bag B, I’m gonna head out and meet you there ok?” She was still trying to stifle a giggle.
Buffy slowly made her way downstairs wearing cherry leather pants that looked like they were spray painted on, a white tank and leather jacket, “Oh and let you further your lead, don’t think so ‘baby’” Faith’s jaw hit the ground,
“Oh yeah all even Faithy 5-5 come on lets go.”
*Oh yes m’am, damn, down Faith bad Faith. Evil thoughts baaad.*
***
While out patrol was pretty slow, in fact it was dead. Pun intended. “Oh man come on I’m bored.”
“Told ya summer patrol, dead as a door nail.” Faith frowned,
“What the hell is a door nail? Since when were they alive?”
Rolling her eyes, “Faith you are way to literal.”
“Oh, thanks B” Her face brightened.
“It’s a bad thing,” Faith mouthed an *oh* before looking like she knew it all along.
Moving on they found an illuminated crypt, “Hey B! Look a nest! Something to kill come on!”
“I suppose so, I am sooo bored.”
“Hey get dust on that jacket and you is a dead girl understand?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t hidden all my clothes!!”
“Gotta admit B, it was a good one huh!” Breaking the door down Faith yelled out, “Hey you guys got room for two more?”
A hiss rose “slayer!” a barrage of vampires fled the crypt and the mêlée began.
“3 so far B”
“7 Fai!” *Damn can’t let her win! Vamp must die!!*
After the dust settled they turned to each other, “8, how many B?”
“8, whoda thunk it huh.” They both turned as they heard frantic steps running away,
“He’s mine!” they yelled in stereo. They both ran after him trying to out do each other in the process.
They both found the stricken vamp caught up in tree roots, Faith's face contorted to an evil grin, "Oh yeah 9 baby!" But before the stake could find purchase Buffy had pounced rolling the pair into a mass of limbs fighting for dominance. The vampire watched confused,
"Slayers fight each other now? What the hell is this? Hey!" both faces turned to him "Shut up!" came the voices together.
Arms and legs fought on each time flipping the bodies to pin again, "Oww! Did you just bite me?" Buffy squealed,
"Why you like it?" Faith was filling with H 'n' H, her stomach and loins agreed.
"Ow! Of course not!"
"Then it wasn't me!" The fight and banter continued neither one winning out, the vamp sat tangled and bored. A stake flew from the tumble, his eyes lit up at the thought of getting out.
Faith flipped Buffy over pinning her, she turned to see the vamp hold the wood to his chest, "Don't you even think it you're mine!" In her moment of distraction Buffy had thrown a well aimed stake at their quarry and dust uncerimoniously scattered.
"9 F, I win, so thats 6-5?" Faith pounded the ground still on top of Buffy.
Faith snorted but devised a way of pulling it all back. "No problem B, but I bet you can't top this!"
She leant down on the prone slayer and caught Buffy's lips with her own. Although she protested Faith carried on moving her talented mouth to her neck, genty nipping and sucking at her pulse point. A gasp caught in her throat, but she refused to let it out. Faith continued feeling the prone slayer unconsciously grinding in to her. She felt her heat rising but pulled away, for now.
"So ah, 6-6, but I think 6-7 cos you were so ejnoying that!" Buffy lay panting, she had forgotten about scoring, she had nearly forgotten her name.
"Don't go there Faith, that's a game you can't win." Climbing up and regaining her posture the post slay was working them both up.
"We'll see babe, we'll see. But I have major munchies and need severe snackage so breakfast? A nice neutral time?" Faith ventured a hand to Buffy which to her suprise she took.
*Oh it's on now Faith.*