A Waxing We Will Go
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,067
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 3
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TITLE: A Waxing We Will Go (chapter 3)
AUTHOR: AsianObsidian
PAIRING: Faith/Buffy
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Faith takes Buffy to a waxing salon and Fuffy-ness takes place
BETA: It's all me guys
DISCLAIMER: These characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Feedback: Your feedback is much appreciated
Chapter 3
Buffy let out a frustrated groan. She was so close to cumming all over her lover’s face. Faith froze upon hearing Trish’s voice. With all the will power she could muster she pulled out of Buffy. The younger slayer removed the appendage from her face and slid up the blonde’s sweat drenched body. She whispered sensually into her ear.
“Be very quiet B.”
Buffy was about to ask why considering they had to get dressed before Trisha walked in. All questions were forgotten once Faith thrust two fingers into Buffy’s tight channel. The little blonde clung to Faith by the shoulders, her nails making impressions.
“Just give us a sec T!” Faith yelled through the door, the rhythm and speed of her hand didn’t waver.
“Uhhh, ggddd.” Buffy wrapped her leg around Faith’s waist to draw her closer to her body.
“Unnnggg…baby…my clit” Buffy was so close. Her juices were dripping down her thighs. Faith placed kisses on her collarbone and jaw line.
“Please” The smaller slayer was on the verge of tears, so close to her climax, only needing that small contact.
“Is this was you need B?” Faith ground the heel of her palm onto Buffy’s clit while pounding her fingers in her girl’s clenching pussy. Before Faith new it, Buffy was cumming all over her hand.
“Oh…uhhh…oh mmmgggg god!” Buffy rode out her orgasm while clutching to Faith. The little blonde had a dreamy expression on her face. The euphoria of her climax was intoxicating.
“Better clean up B, we still have waxing to do.” Faith smirked at her girlfriend’s reaction.
“Oh my god! Trisha is out there! She heard! Where are my panties?!?” Buffy looked like a chicken whose head was cut off. Just picture a spazzing blonde chicken, yeah you get the picture.
“Don’t worry babe. We’ll get this done and then we can go get ice cream.” Faith tried to coax her girlfriend before another spaz attack.
The two slayers picked up their clothing and Faith stashed the Accommodator in her bag. Once the two girls were prepared for waxing Trish walked through the door, wax in hand.
~After waxing~
“See B. I told you it wouldn’t hurt that bad. Damn, we fight baddies every night and you don’t think ya can handle a little hot wax.
Poor little Buffy endured the whole waxing session, only allowing a few whimpers to leave her mouth. Faith went through the waxing with a slight grimace but that was it. After all, she had been through a Brazilian wax before. It was apparent in the little blonde’s gait that she was going through some pain after her session. The luscious brunette just gave her trademark smirk and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s waist.
“Geez, B. You better fix your walk or else Red’s gonna think I fucked you silly with Butch again.” She grinned at the memory. She and Buffy got a little carried away with Faith’s new strap on “Butch” the night she bought it. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that Buffy was wearing the shortest skirt known to man! Faith had bent the sexy blonde over the dining room table and pounded into her until she was screaming. Ah, memories.
“Well, since I indulged in your new experience, I’ll introduce you to mine.” No one could have missed the glint in the little slayer’s eyes at that moment.
“B…” Faith on the other hand was stuck between excited and a little fearful. Buffy rolled her eyes at the look her girlfriend was giving her.
“Ice-skating ya big dope!” She bounced up and down, giggling. However, the Bostonian was not as giddy.
“B…ice-skating! Sorry to disappoint, but prancing around on the ice in a little leotard and tights doesn’t rock my boat babe.” Buffy gave her the pout. Oh yeah, jell-o on the floor in 3…2…1.
“Fine! Fine! Geez! Do you always have to do that?!?” Faith crossed her arms in defeat. Did you know that Faith has her own pout too?
“Aww baby!” Buffy wrapped her arms around her pouting girlfriend’s waist and leaned in closer to her ear.
“We don’t need an ice rink in order for me to wear my leotard and tights.” Buffy flicked her tongue over a very delectable earlobe. Faith stopped walking and grabbed the surprised blonde’s hand.
“Home…now!” And with that, the two slayers were just a blur down the street. The faint whining of Buffy could be heard from afar.
“Faith! The waxing, remember!”
END
Oooh! My Spidey senses are tingling, I feel a sequel coming on...
TITLE: A Waxing We Will Go (chapter 3)
AUTHOR: AsianObsidian
PAIRING: Faith/Buffy
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Faith takes Buffy to a waxing salon and Fuffy-ness takes place
BETA: It's all me guys
DISCLAIMER: These characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Feedback: Your feedback is much appreciated
Chapter 3
Buffy let out a frustrated groan. She was so close to cumming all over her lover’s face. Faith froze upon hearing Trish’s voice. With all the will power she could muster she pulled out of Buffy. The younger slayer removed the appendage from her face and slid up the blonde’s sweat drenched body. She whispered sensually into her ear.
“Be very quiet B.”
Buffy was about to ask why considering they had to get dressed before Trisha walked in. All questions were forgotten once Faith thrust two fingers into Buffy’s tight channel. The little blonde clung to Faith by the shoulders, her nails making impressions.
“Just give us a sec T!” Faith yelled through the door, the rhythm and speed of her hand didn’t waver.
“Uhhh, ggddd.” Buffy wrapped her leg around Faith’s waist to draw her closer to her body.
“Unnnggg…baby…my clit” Buffy was so close. Her juices were dripping down her thighs. Faith placed kisses on her collarbone and jaw line.
“Please” The smaller slayer was on the verge of tears, so close to her climax, only needing that small contact.
“Is this was you need B?” Faith ground the heel of her palm onto Buffy’s clit while pounding her fingers in her girl’s clenching pussy. Before Faith new it, Buffy was cumming all over her hand.
“Oh…uhhh…oh mmmgggg god!” Buffy rode out her orgasm while clutching to Faith. The little blonde had a dreamy expression on her face. The euphoria of her climax was intoxicating.
“Better clean up B, we still have waxing to do.” Faith smirked at her girlfriend’s reaction.
“Oh my god! Trisha is out there! She heard! Where are my panties?!?” Buffy looked like a chicken whose head was cut off. Just picture a spazzing blonde chicken, yeah you get the picture.
“Don’t worry babe. We’ll get this done and then we can go get ice cream.” Faith tried to coax her girlfriend before another spaz attack.
The two slayers picked up their clothing and Faith stashed the Accommodator in her bag. Once the two girls were prepared for waxing Trish walked through the door, wax in hand.
~After waxing~
“See B. I told you it wouldn’t hurt that bad. Damn, we fight baddies every night and you don’t think ya can handle a little hot wax.
Poor little Buffy endured the whole waxing session, only allowing a few whimpers to leave her mouth. Faith went through the waxing with a slight grimace but that was it. After all, she had been through a Brazilian wax before. It was apparent in the little blonde’s gait that she was going through some pain after her session. The luscious brunette just gave her trademark smirk and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s waist.
“Geez, B. You better fix your walk or else Red’s gonna think I fucked you silly with Butch again.” She grinned at the memory. She and Buffy got a little carried away with Faith’s new strap on “Butch” the night she bought it. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that Buffy was wearing the shortest skirt known to man! Faith had bent the sexy blonde over the dining room table and pounded into her until she was screaming. Ah, memories.
“Well, since I indulged in your new experience, I’ll introduce you to mine.” No one could have missed the glint in the little slayer’s eyes at that moment.
“B…” Faith on the other hand was stuck between excited and a little fearful. Buffy rolled her eyes at the look her girlfriend was giving her.
“Ice-skating ya big dope!” She bounced up and down, giggling. However, the Bostonian was not as giddy.
“B…ice-skating! Sorry to disappoint, but prancing around on the ice in a little leotard and tights doesn’t rock my boat babe.” Buffy gave her the pout. Oh yeah, jell-o on the floor in 3…2…1.
“Fine! Fine! Geez! Do you always have to do that?!?” Faith crossed her arms in defeat. Did you know that Faith has her own pout too?
“Aww baby!” Buffy wrapped her arms around her pouting girlfriend’s waist and leaned in closer to her ear.
“We don’t need an ice rink in order for me to wear my leotard and tights.” Buffy flicked her tongue over a very delectable earlobe. Faith stopped walking and grabbed the surprised blonde’s hand.
“Home…now!” And with that, the two slayers were just a blur down the street. The faint whining of Buffy could be heard from afar.
“Faith! The waxing, remember!”
END
Oooh! My Spidey senses are tingling, I feel a sequel coming on...