Chestnuts Ablazin'

Title: Chestnuts Ablazin’

Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F/B

Beta: Val, my mentor. You’re the bomb.

Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. . .

A/N: Thanks for all the feedback. I really appreciate them. Thanks Jen, for the inspiration. Special thanks to Val for all
your help in making this fic come together in such short notice. Woohoo, Just one more chapter to go after this. Happy New Year everyone!


Chapter 3


Faith’s POV


It’s beginning to look like I got my wish after all. I’m going to spend Christmas alone with Buffy. This night is looking better and better.

Dinner wasn’t so bad. I kept myself occupied with the view that was given to me. My eyes kept wandering to Buffy’s new cleavage and my body was heating up at the thought of tasting her chestnuts.

“Sorry, Faith. So much for the Christmas cheer. I wanted your first Christmas to be perfect.”

“No worries, still got a lot of firsts to go.”

Our eyes meet and this time I didn’t look away as usual. She looks so beautiful with her hair done up and her blazingly red hot dress. I’m really turned on right now by her.

I have to take a chance and make my move.

“You look fuckin’ beautiful tonight.”

Smooth Faith, real smooth, way to sound classy.

Oh, look at that, she’s blushing and smiling shyly. Guess I didn’t mess up with that line after all. I leave my seat and walk towards her. I hold my hand out to her and she takes it standing to her full height, our eyes still locked.

“You know what would make my Christmas perfect?”

We’re standing so close, our lips just inches apart.

“What’s that?” She whispers, her sweet breath warming my face.

“This.”

I close the gap letting our soft lips meet for the first time. She shuts her eyes allowing me to kiss her gently. She starts to kiss me back, her lips moving along with mine. I don’t know if I was into girls before my coma but this feels fuckin’ great.

Her lip gloss tastes like strawberries, this has got to be the best dessert. My hand finds the back of her head pulling her to me, pressing our lips even closer and introducing our tongues.

Our deepened kiss becomes more wet and slippery. I didn’t want to stop just yet but it was getting really hard to breathe, I had to break for air. I pulled away slowly looking straight at her, waiting for her eyelids to reopen.

She takes a deep breath along with me and slowly opens her eyes.

“Faith, we shouldn’t be. . .”

“Shhh.” I place a finger over her swollen lips. There’s no stopping now, I see the desire in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do, I can feel it.

I lead her up the stairs turning back to her for directions. She points to a left at the top of the stairway. Once we’re inside her bedroom, I can see she’s starting to get second thoughts again.

“We need to ta-. . .”

I crush my lips onto hers, preventing her from finishing her sentence. She gives in to my kisses and moans in my mouth. All I know is I want her so badly, and I was about to have what I wanted.

Not like I was gonna take her without her being willing. I’d never do that. She just needed a little persuading, that’s all. Besides, did you hear a “no” or “stop,” come out of her mouth? I sure didn’t.

I try to bring us to the next level, moving my hands up across her stomach to reach the edge of her breasts. That’s when her hands took hold of my wrists and she broke away from our needy kiss, pushing me back.

“Faith, please, we need to stop.”

Fuck, she gave me the red light.

“Why? I know you want me.”

“Yes, I do. . .but it’s wrong. I mean, not wrong as in you’re a girl and I’m a girl. Wrong being, you not having your memory. I don’t want us to do anything we’ll regret once you’ve gotten it back.”

“B, I’m a big girl. I can handle it. Just because I don’t remember my past. . .our past, doesn’t mean I can’t feel anything for you now.”

“Wait, you just called me ‘B’.”

“So?” She’s beginning to drive me crazy with her sudden change of subject, acting like she didn’t hear a thing I said.

“That’s what you used to call me.”

“Really? I don’t know; it just came out.”

I don’t get what the big deal is, ‘B’ is just plain easier to say.

“I miss you calling me that.” Her voice softened, melting away my frustration.

“Then, B, it is.”

With the mood now killed, I figured I might as well high tail it and head on home. No need to be pushing her, if she’s not ready to give it up.

I could settle for the kisses for now, I’m willing to wait. She’s worth it. Besides, I don’t think I’d be able to control myself around her if I stayed any longer, wouldn’t want to ruin my future chances with her.

“Maybe I should head out now.”

“No, I haven’t given you your gift yet.”

“Cool, are you gonna start undressing for me now?”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her, hinting for some lovin’. I just had to give it one more try. She purses her lips at me, not finding my flirting very amusing.

“Faith, stop it. We need to take it slow.”

“Fine. . .but you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

She goes to her closet and pulls out a large neatly wrapped gift with a shiny purple bow on top.

She hands it to me and gives me a peck on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas.”

Hot damn, she gave me a frickin' humongous gift. I’m pretty excited about receiving my very first Christmas gift. It was more special for me cuz it came from B, the only one I cared about. The tag read, "To: F. . .From: B."

“Thanks, B.”

I shake the hefty box near my ear to guess what’s inside. Nothing rattled so it wasn’t anything breakable.

“Go ahead and open it.”

I quickly tear off the silvery wrapping paper and open the dress box. In it, are a pair of black leather pants, a cool leather belt lined with three rows of silver pyramid studs, and a leather wristband.

“I hope these fit better than your old pair.”

“B, I love ‘em. This is way too much.”

I take out the leather pants and hold them to my waist, judging the fit.

“Will you try them on for me?”

“B, if you wanted me out of my pants, all you had to do is ask. No need to be all sly about it.” I said with a cocky grin.

“I really can’t get how you put that tight shirt on, with your head being so big, Faith.” She said with a straight face.

“You want me to demonstrate taking my shirt off for you too, girlfriend?” I let out a chuckle.

“GOD, you are TOO much.” She rolls her eyes at me, losing the battle of wits.

I get a kick out of teasing and flirting with her. Cracked me up when I got her all flustered and uncomfortable.

I unbuckle my belt while kicking off my shoes, doing as she asked. I have a huge grin on my face knowing the surprise she’s about to get, once the pants are off.

I peel off my black jeans slowly, right in front of her, making sure she doesn’t miss anything.

“FAITH!”

She turns around quickly but not before seeing my clean-shaven mound. I bend over from laughing so hard.

“B, it’s okay if you wanna look. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” I teased, knowing full well she wasn’t going to look back.

“If I had KNOWN you didn’t have any underwear, I would’ve gotten you some for Christmas.” She countered with a mocking voice.

“I wish you did. It woulda been hella fun modeling them for ya.”

I couldn’t help it, I was on a roll and she couldn’t keep up with me.

She shakes her head while still having her back turned and lets out an exasperating sigh. A smirk creeps onto my face, imagining what type of panties she would’ve picked out for me.

I slip on the new pair of leathers and they fit like a glove, molding to the curve of my hips. It’s a good thing I don’t have any underwear; it’s so tight, panty lines would have shown through.

“Okay, you can turn around now.”

She slowly turns around and her eyes immediately run down my figure, checking out the lower half of my body. I do a full circle so she can catch every angle and every curve.

“How do they look?”

“They look really good on you. They compliment your body so well.” She hasn’t stopped staring at my legs.

“Thank you, B.”

“You’re welcome. OH, now I want to open my gift.”

Her face lights up at the idea and she goes back to her closet to retrieve it.

“No, don’t. It sucks compared to yours.” I grab the gift bag from her hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll always cherish it because it’s from you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No really. You want to see what you got me last year?”

She goes to her bed and pulls out a stake from underneath her pillow. She gives it me to look at. It’s pretty nicely crafted from cherry wood with a satiny finish.

“You made this for me and burned my initial into it. I never told you this before, but I’ve kept it under my pillow every night since you gave it to me.”

“So you had feelings for me even then?”

“I guess so, but I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself before.”

“And you are now?”

“Uh-huh.”

My heart skipped a beat and I felt like doing a happy dance. I KNEW there had to be something between us. This woman had been dancing around in my dreams. She’s the only thing I could think about since coming out of the coma, wanting to spend every minute with her.

“Here, I wish it was more.”

I hand over the gift bag with my head hung low. I just hope she doesn’t laugh in my face.

“If you don’t like it, I can always return it and get you something else.”

She pulls out the black stuffed toy pig from the bag and I can feel myself shrink down to a measly two inches.

“Oh my God, Faith! Where did you find this?!”

“Huh? You like it?”

“I LOVE IT!” She squeezes the cuddly plush animal against her bosom and kisses it.

“Are you shittin’ me?”

She walks over to her night table and brings over a similar stuffed animal but white in color.

“This is Mr. Gordo. I’ve had him since childhood and now he has a playmate. Look, they’re the same size, just a different color.”

I’m left speechless. I never thought she’d like it THIS much. She looks so happy and just from a stuffed pig! Boy, did I luck out.

“Thank you. This is the best gift you could’ve given me. How’d you know?”

“I didn’t. I just saw it at a store window and it made me think of you.”

“I have to give her a name.”

She pauses for minute, petting its black fur like a doting parent.

“I’m going to call you Mrs. Gordo.” Her voice rising a pitch higher as she talked to the stuffed animal.

“Whoa, they’re married already? They just met, thought you were ‘take it slow’ girl.”

“You’re right, they need to get to know each other first.” She makes them dance together, treating them like puppets.

“Then they can kiss.” I add, bringing the two pigs’ snouts together to simulate them kissing. Then I sneak in a kiss of my own onto her lips, giving it all I got.

The stuffed animals are getting crushed between us as I deepen the kiss. I’ve got her moaning again and she’s getting more and more into it. Our tongues tenderly slide against the other as we tilt our heads for more lip contact.

B breaks away from me, a little out of breath.

“What comes after kissing?” Her eyes darkened with temptation.

“Let me show you.”

I take her hand and lead her to the foot of her bed, tossing the stuffed pigs onto her vanity table. I start kissing her neck and slowly unzip the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

My heart starts to race at the anticipation of getting her naked. She’s standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, looking sexy as hell. I step back to fully appreciate her Slayer’s body and the sight ignites my core.

I can’t believe she’s giving in to me and that she loves the gift I got her. I quickly start removing my clothes before she changes her mind again. I wasn’t about to mess up this opportunity to be with her.