She's Mine

[ -- Chapter 4 -- ]

“B, uh... what are you doing?”

Buffy put a finger to my lips, “Shh... this is what you wanted, right?”She ran her hand across my bare stomach, sending shivers down my body.

“Ah... don’t start something you cant finish,” I pant out. She was getting me really horny. Her hair was all messy and in her face and she had this complete ‘fuck me hard’ look on her face. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin.

“Oh trust me, I plan to finish this.” She took off my bra, exposing my pert breasts to the air. She ran her fingers delicately over my flesh and I inhaled sharply. Running her thumbs over my nipples she watched them harden for her before she took in in her hot mouth.

“God, B!” I tangled my hands in her soft blonde hair and moaned softly, feeling the buring sensations growing in my groin.

She flicked her tongue over my nipple then sucked harder. My moans and my ragged breath filled the room as she started to lick the newly formed sweat off my body. Her hand traveled down past my breasts, past my toned stomach and passed my soaked curls to...

I sat up strait in my bed, knocking Buffy, who was sleeping on me, off of me and almost on to the floor. I looked down at myself: I was dressed. It was just a dream. DAMN IT!

“What the hells going on???” Buffy demanded sleepily.

“Uh... bad dream,” I lie. I hope she didn’t know it though, because I could definitely smell my arousal. Crap.

She raised an eyebrow but acce my my answer. “Well its time to get up anyway.”

She got up and stretched. Okay, when exactly did she strip down to her bra and underwear? My eyes roamed over her tight, muscular body and her eyes locked with mine when my gaze returned to her face.

She smirked, “Like what you see?”

What the fuck man, she’s turning into me. I winked at her, “You know it.” Like I’d lose to *that.*

I think she was too tiered to continue the game because she said, “I’m gonna take a shower.” And headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Or at least she thought she closed it, it was left open a crack.

I got up as I heard the shower turn on and started to pick up mine and Buffy’s clothes that were thrown all over the room. If you just came in, it would’ve looked like we had sex. Yeah, I wish. I folded them and placed them on the bed when I heard it.

A moan.

Nah ah, not B. She cant be... can she?

Another, this time louder.

I walked towards the door and stood outside it, I could hear it loud and clear since the door was open a crack.

“Ohh God...”

Oh fuck, metal image of Buffy touching herself.

“Oh fuck! Faith! Ohhh....”

What?! Oh my God, no she didn’t. I must be hearing things. Oh shit that’s hot...

All of a sudden the door opens, revealing B standing there with her bra and panties still on, a smirk plastered on her face.

“B?”

She put her hands on her hips, “Well at least I know I get no privacy what-so-ever with *you* around.”

“Buffy I...”

Buffy put two fingers on my lips, “You liked it though didn’t you? That nice image of me touching myself in your head, your name lingering on my lips.” She took her fingers away.

“Were you really—“

“No.” She interrupted me, “but it was fun to find out what you’d do. Spying on me, tsk, tsk,” she chided.

“Fine, I’ll give you that round, but I’ll get back at you,” I promise.

She smirk faltered, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She raised an eyebrow as if to challenge me but I just narrowed my eyes at her. Finally she relented. “I’m gonna go take a real shower now.”

“Want company?” I leer at her.

“Keep it in your panties Faith. Go find some food or something.”

“Whatever, B.” I’m so grumpy in the mor. We. Well, that and the fact I haven’t gotten laid in like forever. I’m now rethinking the whole ‘stop being a slut’ thing. I mean, what could it hurt?

She rolled her eyes at me and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Fine, fuck her. I don’t care.

I slip on some pants and a tank top and head downstairs. I guess I am kinda hungry.

******

It was night and I was ready to go party. I needed to get out. The Big Bad’s gone so its time to cut loose. I grabbed a pair of my black leather pants and a blood red halter that showed all of my back except for where its tied with two tiny strings. I slipped on my boots and fixed my hair before going to the mirror and applying dark, heavy makeup. I looked at myself: I looked hot. I winked at my reflection before walking out the door.

And I ran straight into Buffy, again. Why do I keep doing this?

“Oof!” Buffy exclaimed, before looking up at me. Hey jaw dropped. Yeah, I look good don’t I, B?

“Catchin’ flies there?” I smirked.

She closed her mouth, “Uh, um... where are you going?”

I shrug, “ A club. Forget the name, its right down the street from here.”

“Oh.” She paused.. “You picking up?”

Why would she care? “I don’t know, depends.”

“On..?”

“On whether I feel like it or not. Jeez B, why do you care?”

“I-I don’t I’m just um...”

“Whatever.” I say whatever a lot don’t I? I push past her, “I’ll see you later.

She started to say something else but I walked down the stairs and out the door.

******

The music was pounding and the lights flashing. I went over to the bar and sat down on the stool, crossing my legs and leaning against the counter, my breasts practicly spilling out of my top. The guy took one look at me and handed me a drink.

“On the house.”

Yeah, it pays t thi this hot.

I downed my drink and stood up, heading to the dance floor. So many girls... they all smelled like sex. Thys, ys, well they smelled like sweat. I’m going for a girl this time.

I made my way around the floor, dancing with random girls and catching everyone’s attention in the place. My hands went to my hair and I let it go, spilling wildly around my face. I exuded nothing but sexuality, and everyone knew it.

One girl; my height, blonde, green eyes, came up to me, rubbing herself against my body. She was the exact physical opposite of me, but inside I could tell we were the same. She was purely sex, and I loved it.

I ran my hands over her tight stomach and she wrapped her arms around my neck before trailing them down my sides. I pulled her closer to me, making out breasts meet. I looked into her eyes and all I saw was lust. Good, cause I’m horny as hell.

I took her hand and we headed out the back door, not asking her name or even if she wanted this because I don’t care and I know she does. I opened it and we fell into the brick wall, my lips automatically going to hers. Her tongue forced it way into my mouth and I sucked on it as I went for her breast. She moaned, I moaned, and then she said:

“Your place. Now.”

Fine by me.

We made our way to W&H slowly because we were all over each other. We got in the door and we were met by Angel, who just raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as the girl sucked on my neck. I took her hand and we practicaly ran up the stairs before she slammed me against the hall wall, tearing at my clothes.

Oh look, there goes my shirt.

Oh look, there’s Buffy.

Buffy?!

Buffy stood in the doorway of her room, a death glare plastered on her features. That is until she looked at my breasts. Maybe I should’ve worn a bra.

“Oh, hey B.” I say then moan as the girl pinches my nipples.

“Faith, you have a room. No one wants to see *or* hear you.”

“Jealous?” I smirk.

“Fuck off, Faith.” she said before going in her room and slamming the door.

Damn, maybe she *is* jealous.

But right now I have better things to worry about. Like getting off.

I lead her into my room and push her in, not bothering to close the door.

TBC....