I Love You Enough...

Author: Niki

Title: I Love You Enough…- Chapter 3/?

Pairing: Faith/Buffy. It just doesn’t get hotter than those two, babe.

Summary: Faith and Buffy fall in love, but is love always enough?

Rating: This chapter’s NC-17… aren’t y’all excited?

Disclaimer: Yeah, these aren’t mine, they’re Joss’s, but I think you already knew that.

Note: Thanks for feedback. Give me more. Let me know what you think. Really, feedback is my life. So pleeeeeaaaaaasssee, give me feedback! I’ll be your best friend/girlfriend/sex slave for life!

Note 2: This takes place after Earshot and goes into Graduation Day Part1. I’m also gonna be switching POV’s in this one. Oh, and this particular chapter switches POV. So pay attention! Enjoy.

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Faith’s POV:

Last night must have been the most horrible night of my life. No, wait, that might have been the night my mom died, or the night my watcher died, or the night I killed Finch… whatever. You get the point. It was pretty fucking bad.

B is such a stupid twat! Where the FUCK does she get off reading my fucking mind. I’m pretty much thinking about it for the first time right now, since last night I went out and got completely shit-faced. I picked up some random dude, fucked him half-way from Sunday, and now I’m waking up at fucking three in the afternoon, I’ve got a horrible hangover, and now I’m remembering everything that happened with B. Shit, what the fuck am I gonna do now.

I mean, it could be worse. She could have found out when we were still cool and added insult to the injury of rejecting me by laughing in my fucking face. But now, she knows how I feel. Which is pretty much one of the worst things that could happen. I learned a long time ago that if you let people in, if you let them know anything personal about you, they use it against you and figure out how to fuck you over. B can do that now. She can use my feelings against me, and I wouldn’t know what to do. Not only would that hurt me, but I’d be letting the Boss down.

He’s like the Dad I never had. I know he’s evil and shit… Hell, that’s why I went to him in the first place. If I couldn’t be the best at being good, I’d be the best at being bad. If I can’t get B to love me, then I’ll have to settle for her hating me. But the Mayor was more than I expected him to be. Who would have thought that he actually believes in all of that hokey, do-gooder shit? He wants me to drink my fucking milk. He loves me… I’ve never had that, so I want to do everything I can to make sure he’s never disappointed in me.

I’m sitting on my couch playing Playstation, contemplating getting wasted again so I don’t have to think about all this, when I hear a knock at the door. Who the fuck is that? Boss has a meeting, and he’s the only one that knows where to find me… oh wait, I ordered pizza. Dude, I need to get my memory checked.

“Wait a minute!” I need to find some pants… all I’ve got on are some Superman panties and a black tank… this apartment is too big. I miss the days when all my shit was in a pile of the floor in front of me. Who the fuck am I kidding? I don’t miss that shit. This apartment is wicked.

Fuck it. The guy can just get an ogle, cause I can’t find any goddamn pants. I swing open the door and there’s B, in all her pastel glory. Shit.

I try and play it cool, but she can probably tell how nervous I am. “How the hell did you find me?”

“I beat up Willy. Apparently he delivers food here.” Remind me to kill him. “Can I come in? We kinda need to talk?”

“B, you’ve gotta be kidding. We’re supposed to fight to the death, not sit and have a chat over tea and crumpets.”

“Yeah, I know,” B says, looking down at the ground. “It’s just, I don’t really want to fight right now. Can we put it all on hold right now? Pretend we’re not Slayers, enemies, or anything like that. Can we just be Buffy and Faith?”

“Fine,” I sigh, hoping this isn’t some elaborate plan to fuck with my head. In my states of mind right now, I might have to kill something.

B walks into the apartment slowly, looking around at the kickass shit the Mayor’s gotten me.

“This is a really nice place. You make enough money now to get this?”

“No, it was a gift. The Boss didn’t want me living in a gutter like my old place. He actually cares.” Yeah, I’m bitter. So sue me.

B looks appropriately guilty, and once again looks down at her oh-so-fascinating shoes. I’m getting impatient now. Her being so close after everything between us is making me kind of tense.

“Do you need something, B? Because I have evil, apocalypse-y plans to get back to.”

B rolls her eyes at me. “You’re just a regular David Spade, aren’t yah? Well fine, let’s get down to it.” Naughty images in my head. “I can’t read minds anymore, so I need you to tell me how you feel about me. Straight-forward, truth. That’s all I want, Faith.” She looks into my eyes, and now I’m the one that’s looking down at the floor. Christ, there goes my bad girl persona out the window.

“I don’t think that’s what you want, B. Whatever you may think you know because of what you heard last night… well, it’s nothing compared to the truth. You can’t take the truth.”

She steps a little closer, lifting her hand to my face and stroking my cheek. “Please, Faith. Nothing you say is going to scare me. Just tell me the truth.”

Fine. She asked for it.

“I love you, B. I’m in love with you… You’re all I think about. You’re my obsession. You motivate my every action, and if I thought that you even shared my feelings the slightest bit, I’d die from a heart attack. You’re my world, B. I love you so much it feels like I’m dying. Is that enough truth for you?”

B gets a small little smile on her lips and her eyes crinkle a bit in the corners. She moves forward and I feel like we’re in slow-mo. She's moving forward in the amount of time that I could have walked across Texas, when suddenly her lips capture mine in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt.

Buffy’s POV:

I kiss Faith’s soft lips, enjoying how full and plush they are. This is a definite plus in being with a girl They’re so soft. I rest my hands on her hips, running them up her sides. Yeah, she’s soft. Faith moans into my mouth and puts her hands on my head, tangling them in my hair and deepening the kiss. Her tongue licks at my lip, seeking entrance into my mouth. I let her in, caressing our tongues together and feeling the hot, wetness of her mouth.

We start kissing more passionately, and then I start backing Faith up toward her bed. Her knees hit the side and she falls back onto the mattress, spilling her hair out around her. She looks up at me with lust in her eyes, and I know that there is no questioning how I feel about her. I love her.

I step back from the bed and reach behind me. Faith props herself up on her elbows to watch me. I unzip my skirt and let it drop to the ground, kicking off the sandals I’m wearing while I’m at it. I unbutton my shirt slowly, giving Faith flirty looks as I pop every button. Her breathing’s sped up, and she’s unconsciously spread her legs apart more. Vixen.

I reach behind me again and unhook my little lacy bra, shrugging my shoulders forward so that it drops onto the ground. Her eyes immediately fix on my breasts. Hah! She’s such a guy.

I then hook my thumbs in the tops on my panties and slowly pull them down, leaning forward to step out of them and then posing sexily for Faith.

“You are so gorgeous. Get the fuck over here,” she commands. I’m all too eager to do what she says. Giles would be pissed if he knew I followed orders so easily. Ooh! Bad image! Do not think about Giles and sex.

I forget all about him, though, when Faith sits up and pull her tank top off, revealing her perfect breasts. They’re so amazing. Amazingly round and full, with the cutest, dusky red nipples that are hard and begging for me to suck them. She looks adorable sitting on the bed, naked except for her Superman panties.

I walk over to the bed and straddle Faith, kissing her hard and then shoving her back onto the bed. I lean forward and kiss her again, and then move down to nibble on her neck.

“I love the panties, Faith. They’re adorable,” I whisper into her ear. Faith chuckles as I move down to the infamous panties and pull them down. Faith lifts her butt off the bed and then her legs to allow them to come off. I look down and her body when I’m done. She really is amazing. Words can’t describe it. There are sculptures of gods with bodies that don't look as good as hers.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I say, moving back up to Faith’s mouth, kissing her and stretching my body out along side hers. I reach one hand up to stroke at her breast. Then I flick her nipple and move back from her lips to watch her reactions. I twist and tug at Faith’s nipples, loving the little growls that come from deep in her throat. The kind that you can tell she wouldn’t be able to stop even if she wanted to. She’s got both of her hands around me, clawing my back. I know that red lines are gonna be left there when this is over. Not that I care. I want Faith to mark me. I want to have some kind of proof that this isn’t just some elaborate dream that I’ve come up with. I want to know that this is real.

I finally have mercy on her and move my right hand down. My fingers move over her smooth pussy until I get to her slit, which, by the way, is so wet that I can see juices leaking out onto her lips. I slide my finger in, rubbing the tip in the wetness and getting a feel for her hot, soaked pussy.

“Oh, God. B… please, I’m so wet. I need you. Fuck me, make me come…” Faith arches her back a bit, and her hands move up from my back to tangle in her hair. This image is gonna last me the rest of my life. It’s so sexy.

I start to rub little circles on her clit, slowly adding pressure to make her squirm a little. I’ve decided that making Faith squirm is officially on of my favorite things to do. Her body is so gorgeous, and watching her arch her back and stretch is just about the sexiest things that I could ever see.

She moans and whimpers, keeping her eyes shut hard and rolling her head back and forth.

“B, more… I need, Shit! I need you to fuck me. Just do it… I need it.”

“Not yet, Baby,” I whisper in her ear, slowing down the movement of my finger, but increasing the pressure. She growls and arches her back again.

I’m so caught up in looking at her beautiful face that I don’t notice one of her hands leaving her head until it grabs my hand that’s at her pussy, forcing it down until three of my fingers are in her sopping hole.

“OH! That’s it! Fuck me, B!”

“That was naughty, Baby. I might have to spank you later.”

“I don’t care… just fuck me now. Do what you want later.” She’s barely paying attention to what she’s saying. I'll keep the spanking in mind for later. She seems more focused on moving her hips so that she keeps slamming down on my fingers.

I start moving them in and out, giving Faith the fucking that she wants… that she needs. Ok, I’m feeling a little turned on too. I notice her thigh that’s kind of propped up because of how far apart she’s spreading her legs. Oh yeah, she’s flexible.

I start rubbing my own pussy on her thigh, spreading my juices on her gorgeous, creamy skin. Faith feels me on her thigh and looks down, noticing that I’m trying to get myself off.

“Turn around,” she whispers, barely getting the words out with her hard breathing. Huh?

At my look of confusion, she clarifies, “Get on top of me, and turn around.”

Ooohhhh. “You mean like…” Ok, I’m a little embarrassed to say it.

“I want to 69, B. Now turn around so I can fuck you sweet little cunt.”

All the hesitation flows out of me when she says that. I eagerly take my fingers out of Faith, getting on her stomach. I move so that my body rests on Faith, straddling her shoulders.

Faith immediately grabs my hips, lowering me down onto her face. She licks at my sticky sweetness, letting the juices flow into her mouth.

“Oh! Faith, yeah, Baby. That’s it! Yes!” I shoot up straight when I first feel her tongue. I can’t stop squirming around on her mouth, feeling her hot tongue moving around in my pussy, giving me feelings that I’ve never had before. I can feel the pressure building inside me. God! It feels amazing.

I suddenly remember that I need to go back to work on Faith, so I lean down. I shove my fingers back into her hole really hard, making her shoot her hips off the bed and moan into my pussy. I start fucking her in and out, going really fast. Her hard little clit is right in front of my face, calling out for me to suck it. It’s so wet, and I can’t resist giving it a lick and then taking it between my lips, sucking hard.

I hear Faith scream into my pussy, and then start licking and sucking at me even faster. I think I’m gonna come soon, and I want Faith to come with me. I up the speed of my fingers, curling them so that I rub against her g-spot. I had a little issue finding that one, but it’s paid off. Faith’s hips are going crazy, and her tongue is starting to shove in and out of my hole, sending me over the edge. I suck hard at her clit and buck on her face, feeling my hole body tense and waves of pleasure rush from my head to my toes.

“GOD! Faith! AH! YES, GOD OH!” I hear myself scream, and seconds later I feel Faith’s walls rippling and clutching at my fingers. A flood of cum rushes out and covers my hand, making it easier to keep moving my fingers in the death grip her pussy has on me.

“Argghh!” Faith screams into my pussy, holding onto my ass and keeping me on her face so hard that it’s a wonder she can breathe. When I feel I can’t take anymore of her licking, I gasp out, “Faith, Baby, stop, I can’t take anymore.”

She finally lets go of me, letting me roll over onto the bed. We both just lie there a minute, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get ourselves together. We’re both panting, and the sound of our breathing echoes through the apartment.

I finally get the energy to crawl up next to Faith, resting my head on her shoulder. She throws her arm around me, and we lie there in silence for I don’t know how long.

When I seem to have forgotten about speaking, Faith breaks the silence. “I love you, Buffy.”

I turn my head so that I’m looking her in the eye. “I love you too, Faith.”

A radiant smile spread on Faith’s face, and now I know that getting her to smile is my goal in life. If I thought she looked gorgeous sparring, or slaying, or having sex, or even just breathing, it’s nothing compared to how stunning she looks smiling.

Suddenly Faith starts cracking up, making me giggle even though I don’t know what’s funny. She points over to the door, which I notice we left open. Wow, that’s was responsible. And there’s a pizza sitting there. I can’t believe this.

I get up and run over to the door, picking up the pizza and the bill left on top of it. There’s a note written there. I feel myself blushing a very deep red, but I can’t stop the laughter from coming out of my mouth.

“What does it say?” Faith asks, calming down a bit.

“It says, ‘Thanks for the show. It’s on the house. And remember to request Nick the next time you want pizza delivered.’”

Faith starts laughing again so hard she falls off the bed.