We Need Each Other

Note: This chapter may be a little lovey-dovey and sappy for some of you. But that's ok. I enjoyed writing it.



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"I arise from dreams of thee,
In the first sweet sleep, of night.
When the candles are burning low.
And the stars are shining bright."

Faith read, in a low seductive voice from the only book that she owned. Buffy's head was in her lap, listening contentedly, as Faith continued to read.

"I arise from dreams of thee,
And the spirit of my feet,
Has led me-who knows how?-
to thy chamber window, sweet."

Buffy looked up at her beautiful lover, realizing that there was so much about her girl that she just didn't know. Faith was truly a person with so many grooves, that it would take a lifetime for her to understand them all.

Faith continued.

"Oh lift me from the dark, I die and faint and fail
Let thy tender kisses rain, upon my lips and eyelids pale.
My breath is cold and hard, alas.
My heart beats loud and fast.
Oh, hold it close to me again,
Where it will break at last."

Buffy nuzzled even closer against her as she heard the book close.

"So that's it, B." Faith said, as she closed the book. "That's my favorite. When I was in prison, I used to read it a lot. It made me think about you."

The slight tears that were running down Buffy's cheeks increased, and Faith felt teardrops falling on her tummy.

Faith held her close and whispered to her. "Shh..It's ok, B. Didn't you like it?" she said in a worried tone of voice.

Buffy wiped her cheeks, then finally answered. "Oh..Faith..I loved it. It's just..something like that made you think about me?" Buffy looked up into the younger girl's eyes.

Faith brought her lover's face to her own and kissed her deeply, wiping the remaining tears away from the blonde's cheeks at the same time.

"Well, of course, silly." Faith said. "How could I not think about you when I read something like that? Once ya get past all the `thee and thou' crap, that is."

"That was great, baby." Buffy smiled.

It was morning, and the two had awakened together, finding the sunlight streaming between the blinds that were on Buffy's window. Instead of getting out of bed, they had talked for a while. Finally, Faith had broken out the book of poetry from her bag.

Faith brought her up and kissed her again. "You're such a sweetie. Do you know how much I love you?"

Buffy nuzzled against Faith's shoulder. "Nope. But, I love finding out."

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Faith kissed her lover, covering Buffy's mouth with her own. She held her close, smelling Buffy's aroma. So beautiful, to think Buffy smells this good all the time.

"I know you're still tired. You should go back to sleep for a little while." Faith said. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

"Thanks, baby." Buffy said, just before she drifted off again. "By the way..about yesterday.. `snuggle bunny' ?"

"Deal with it." Faith kissed her on the tip of her nose, and Buffy nodded off to sleep. Faith lay next to her and watched as the older girl's chest rose and fell in a contented pattern.

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You're lying on your back, sleeping so soundly. I watch you for a while, sighing whenever you do. When I look at you like this, I can't but but smile. So cute. My B.

Anyway, I open my book again and read for a while longer. Slowly turning page after page.

One of the first things that I did, before I left LA, was get another copy of this. My other copy was in prison, borrowed and never returned from the prison library, and it's not like I could just walk back in and ask for it. Wouldn't that be a funny sight? `Gee, sorry about the breakout and giving a couple of your guards concussions. But, I'm gonna be on the run here so could I have my stuff?' Willow loaned me the money for this copy, though she didn't know why I wanted it so bad. Gonna have to think of a way to pay her back.

When the prison librarian had suggested that I check this book out, I thought she was kidding. I mean here's this 18-year-old girl, who's in for Murder One. And she suggests a book of poems? But, she insisted. So, I did the woman a favor. I checked it out. It sat on the end of my cell bunk for five days, before I actually picked it up. The only reason that I did was because it was raining that day and our afternoon exercise session in the yard was cancelled. So, I was sitting on my bunk totally bored and I caught sight of the book. I picked it up and read the cover. `A Collection of 19th Century Works'

From the first page I was caught. Heck, half of the shit I couldn't even understand. But when I read it..it was so..cool. The way the words were put together, when I read them aloud they sounded like I was singing without actually singing. Which was good for the people in the cells on either side of me, because I just don't sing. Not even in the shower.

I spent the whole day, and the next day in my cell reading the entire volume cover to cover. I still don't know what a lot of the poems even mean. But I love ear ear them.

But, there was one, that I couldn't possibly mistake the meaning: `I Arise From Dreams of Thee' by Percy Shelley. Wow. By the time I was half way through reading it the first time, your face was in my mind.

I've held on to this book ever since, and I don't plan on letting it go.

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Did I just hear a moan?

I close the book and toss it to the floor. Then I look down at you.

"Mmm." I hear escape from your mouth. Still asleep, but moaning. Your head moves from one side to the other as one of your hands actually lands upon your breast. And I hear the soft lament escape from you again.

Oh man, I get it. You're having one of THOSE dreams.

Grinning like hell, I pull back the covers, to look at your perfect form. Damn my brain. I know that I should let you sleep. But, another part of me wants nothing more than to lose myself in your dreamy arousal.

Ah, what the hell. You've slept long enough, baby. This is gonna be fun.

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I'm using every bit of skill that I have to touch you. Touch you so delicately that I leave only the faintest sensation. Not enough to wake you, but to drive your desire to the next level, even in your dreams.

I run a line of delicate kisses down your chest and across your stomach. Your body arches slightly against me and my soft proddings.

"Nnn..ya..Faith." as you twitch in your sleep, feeling my mouth on you. Ok, that's good to know. Even in your dreams, it's me, and that makes me smile. You're mine, B. Don't you forget it.

Trying as hard as I can to not wake you, I position myself between your legs. Then, the next time I feel your body arch, I press my mouth to you. Just light, soft licks that barely penetrate your center. But, even those are enough to shoot you to a high point.

Slowly, I become a little more bold and increase the pressure of my tongue against you, testing you. Seeing how much I can give you, without shaking you out of your dream and into reality. Not that the reality of me licking you would be that bad, if I do say so myself. I grin and softly laugh at that thought.

From the way you are moving, I can tell that I won't be able to keep this game up much longer. You're gonna wake up. There's no doubt about it. The only challenge is how long I can stave that off.

I continue to move my tongue in a circular pattern, softly..gently..hearing you moan my name. After a little while of this, it even becomes too much for me. Screw this game. I want my girl.

I wrap my arms around your legs and pull you roughly to my face. Sucking your center into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth across it. That's enough to jar you out of sleep.

I can tell you're just getting your bearings, but you still know what I'm doing to you. As soon as your eyes open, you look down at me, my face buried between your thighs.

"Oh..Faith. Oh yesss.." bringing your hands behind my head. I hold my face between your legs, tasting you, bringing you to the highest point until finally your sweet release. Arching your back, my girl cries out. No pillow, to scream into this time, B. I'm sure the whole second floor heard you that time. That's ok. Let `em know how hot we are for each other.

Kissing my way up your body, I finally take your mouth against my own. I love you, Buffy Summers.

"Good morning, B."