Trials and Complications

Part 4: Frustrated.

Faith unlocked the front door and allowed Joyce into the house before entering herself. She closed the door behind her, removed her jacket and hung it on the banister.
"Go get changed, k?" Faith told her. "I'm gonna be downstairs."

Joyce nodded and made her way upstairs as Faith checked the answering machine for messages before going downstairs to the basement where a make-shift gym, containing a punch bag and weights, had been set up. Removing her shoes and dumping them in the corner of the room, she grabbed some wraps for her hands and prepared them. The slayer positioned herself in front of the punch bag, squared up and threw a few punches, ducking the bag as it swung back towards her. Steadying it, she threw blows to the body of the bag envisioning it to be that of one of the foes that she was most likely face on patrol later that night. Feeling the adrenaline pumping within her veins she continued to batter the bag before realising the audience present. She stopped and looked towards the cot to see a fascinated youngster perched upon it. She smiled.

"Hey kiddo," Faith said to her. "D'you wanna give me a hand?"

"Ok," Joyce replied, stepping down off the furniture. She walked up to Faith, who crouched to be at eye-level with the child.

Faith smiled. "Ok champ," she said. "Let's see what you got." Faith put up her hands. "Hit me."

Joyce made a fist with her miniature right hand and threw a blow, causing the brunette slayer to shake her hand in mock pain.

"Ow, kiddo," she told Joyce. "You sure you're not secretly a boxer?"

The youngster laughed and shook her head, pleased with her strength.

"Alright, let's do it again," Faith told her putting her hands up again. "This time, go easy on me will ya?"

"Ok," Joyce replied, making another fist. She threw another punch at the hand in front of her.

Faith repeated the act, shaking the hand that had been punched. About to comment again, she found herself interrupted by a,

"Hey!"

Faith looked up to see Buffy dressed in a tight, white vest and black pants. She smiled as the blonde descended the stairs and stood in front of her.

The blonde slayer ordered, "pick on somebody you're own strength."

Faith stood. She looked around. "Well, I don't see anybody around here as strong as me," she teased.

"That's ok," Buffy replied her. "I'll try to go easy on you."

Faith looked to the youngster at her side. "Whaddya think J? Should I try to beat your mommy again?"

"Mommy always wins," Joyce reminded her.

"That’s right sweetie," Buffy agreed.

"Not this time," Faith assured her, indicating for the child to move a safe distance away.

Joyce obeyed, resuming her position atop the cot allowing Faith room to take fighting stance. "This should be fun," the brunette told Buffy. "I haven't kicked your behind in a while."

"You gonna talk all day?" Buffy asked. "Or are you gonna attempt to hit me?"

Faith laughed and threw a blow, which Buffy deflected. She tried again to with no luck. Then, faking a right, she quickly threw a left, stopping her fist just short of Buffy’s face. "If this was a real fight," the brunette quipped. "You’d be toothless right about now."

Buffy suddenly grabbed the outstretched arm, forcefully wrenching it behind the taller slayer’s body.
"If this were a real fight," she returned. "You’d be unconscious right about now."

Rotating her body a hundred and eighty degrees to the left, Faith forced Buffy to release her from the grip and took stance again.

The blonde slayer regained composure, deciding to launch an assault on the brunette. She threw a low kick, over which Faith jumped, positioning herself behind the older slayer and throwing her arm around her neck.

Reacting quickly, Buffy forcefully threw her elbow back, forcing Faith to jump back and release her from the hold. The blonde slayer took the chance to wrap her leg around the brunette’s and knocked the taller woman onto her back.

Faith threw herself up and onto her feet. She took fighting stance again. "Cheap shot," she commented.

Buffy replied with a barrage of kicks, driving the other slayer back towards the wall. She placed her palms either side of the brunette's body, smiling. "That was easy," she told her, almost laughing.

Throwing her body forward and proceeding with a floor-sweep, the younger slayer shocked her sparring partner, who fell onto her back on the matted floor; with Faith throwing herself on top of her. Buffy struggled as the brunette took hold of her hands and pinned them to the mat. She raised her leg, in attempt to knock Faith off, surprised when the brunette freed one of her arms and used it to pin her leg with it.

"Ah, ah, ah," Faith berated. "Looks like I got you beat, there slayer. What you gonna do now?"

Buffy smiled and raised her freed arm to Faith's neck. "This," she replied, pulling the brunette's head down and kissing her.

Faith relaxed and enjoyed the exchange.

Convinced the younger slayer's guard was down, Buffy raised her leg, using it as leverage to flip herself and Faith over. On top, she smiled before resuming kissing her lover again. Their passionate exchange only stopped by sounds of the upstairs phone ringing, Buffy broke the kiss. Remembering her audience, she looked up at her daughter and blushed as the child stared at them.

"I'll get it," she managed, before leaving the basement and ascending the stairs.

Faith stood up and walked over to the cot.

Confused by the event that had just taken place, Joyce looked up and asked, "Who won?"

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Buffy finished the hour long conversation with her sister and walked into the living room to see Faith laid on the couch, flicking through the television channels.

"That was Dawn," Buffy told her, lying on top of her girlfriend. "She says 'hey'."

"Cool," Faith replied, allowing Buffy to get comfortable.

She wrapped her left arm around Buffy's waist continuing to flick through the channels with the other. Eventually deciding on a film, she set the remote down and linked her arms around the blonde upon her. Her eyes seemingly glued to the set, Faith watched the movie, intently interested in the plot of a woman trying to seduce her boyfriend into eloping with her. Glancing down at Buffy to see her asleep and continued to watch the film.

The brunette watched the man trundling into the penthouse suite and looking around for his girlfriend. Sitting on the bed, he sat gaping as she appeared in the doorway wearing his jacket and a cowgirl hat. Faith found the art of keeping her breathing steady a difficulty, as the woman proceeded to dance seductively in front of him. Finding the temperature of the room seem to increase, the slayer felt herself aroused as the woman relieved the man of his shirt. Her heart rate amplified, she could feel her trousers dampen and a thin sheen of perspiration coat her forehead. Desperately wanting to relieve herself of her sexual frustration but for fear of waking the sleeping blonde on top of her, Faith attempted to remain completely still. She continued to watch the woman straddle the man's knees as he leant up to kiss her. Faith circled her hips. Feeling the frustration build she internally moaned, rubbing her face as she watched the exchange. Frustrated beyond belief, she waved her hand frantically in front of her face in attempt to cool down.

*Shit,* she thought, unable to stop watching the movie. *I've gotta fucking get off or I'm gonna die.* She attempted to move her leg from underneath Buffy, but found it pinned. *Oh God!* she moaned allowing her head to fall back in time to see Joyce bouncing into the room.

"I've finished," the youngster announced.

With lightning speed, Faith picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"H-hey there, kiddo. You have?" she asked, trying to calm herself.

"Yep," the blonde child, replied, showing Faith the homework she had completed.

"Lemme see," Buffy asked, waking up. She sat up and looked at the picture her child had drawn. "Wow. Is that me?" she asked pointing at the stick-like blonde woman.

"Uh-huh," Joyce told her. "And that's me and that's Faith."

"Aw. Isn't that nice, Faith?" Buffy asked.

"What? Uh, yeah, sure." Faith stood up, unable to stand being so close to Buffy, feeling as she was. She made her way to the hall.

"Are you ok?" Buffy asked, looking at the flushed brunette.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm good. I just. I have to hit something." The brunette grabbed her jacket. "I'll be back in a few. I just-" she stopped mid-sentence and left.

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Faith entered her home, putting her jacket onto the banister. Judging by the darkened ground-floor, she figured Buffy and Joyce had gone to bed. Wound up from the day's events, the brunette decided to feed her hunger and sleep off her other predicament. She walked towards the kitchen, entered and flicked on the light-switch. Making her way to the fridge, she threw it open and searched for something to eat. Deciding on left-over chicken, she pulled it and a carton of juice from the refrigerator and put the meat into the microwave. Setting the appliance, she occupied herself with the consumption of the beverage from its container. Finally hearing the 'beep', the slayer removed the food from the Microwave and began to snack on the meat.

When finished and satiated, the brunette made her way upstairs, contemplating waking her girlfriend for complete satisfaction. Deciding against the idea, she quietly opened the door to her bedroom.

Faith entered the darkened room. Taking a moment for her eyes to adjust, she noticed that her bed was empty. Worried, the brunette walked over and turned on the bedside lamp. She looked around, immediately noticing a note left at the foot of the bed atop the remote control of her disc player. Sitting next to it and picking the note up, she read aloud,
"Play me."

The brunette picked up the control pressing 'play'. She listed as a familiar tune played. Barely having the time to remember where she'd heard the song before, her attention was drawn to the barely clothed blonde in front of her.

Wearing only a suit jacket, panties and a cow-girl hat, Buffy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, smiling at the speechless brunette.

"Thought you’d got away with it, didn’t you?" Buffy asked.

Faith gulped. "W-with what?" she asked.

Buffy's smile widened and she slowly walked towards her bed, causing Faith to inhale sharply.

"Your little stunt earlier," Buffy replied. "D'you know how horny it made me, feeling how turned on you were? And when you left..." She let her voice trail off holding her finger to Faith’s mouth.

The brunette closed her mouth around the blonde’s finger. Running her tongue along the underside of it, she experienced the familiar taste of Buffy’s juices. Releasing a throaty moan, she continued to suck on the digit before Buffy removed it.

The blonde knelt on the bed with a knee either side of Faith’s thighs. She leant in and kissed her, taking the hem of the brunette’s shirt and lifting it. The older woman broke the kiss to release Faith of the clothing before shrugging out of the jacket she was wearing and allowing it to fall behind her and leaving her upper body completely exposed.

The slayer looked up at the hat atop her head, removing it and allowing her long blonde tresses to fall onto her shoulder. She placed the hat on Faith, smiling at the sight and leaning in to whisper,

"Wanna go for a ride, cowgirl?"

TBC...