I Love You Enough...

Author: Niki

Title: I Love You Enough…- Chapter 4/?

Pairing: Faith/Buffy. It just doesn’t get hotter than those two, babe.

Summary: Faith and Buffy fall in love, but is love always enough?

Rating: NC-17 this chapter. Yay! Sex! I love sex!

Disclaimer: Yeah, these aren’t mine, they’re Joss’s, but I think you already knew that.

***Note: I’m SO sorry for the delay in updating this one! I’ve been super busy with finals, then vaca and work. Not to mention I’ve been putting more of my time into working on the end of “Make Me Forget”… but I’m back on this one now! I swear! Let me know what you think, or if people even still care about this story. Really, feedback is my life. So pleeeeeaaaaaasssee, give me feedback! I’ll be your best friend/girlfriend/sex slave for life! I mean it this time! *winks*

Note 2: This takes place after Earshot and goes into Graduation Day Part1. I’m also gonna be switching POV’s in this one. But no Buffy POV this chapter.

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Faith’s POV:

After I recovered from my laughing fit, we grabbed the pizza and a couple drinks. Now we’re sitting on the bed, still naked, and just finishing the pizza. Damn, that was good.
B’s still blushing about the dude that saw us goin at it. Seriously, it was like, 10 minutes ago. Why isn’t she over it yet?

“Really, B, I don’t get what the big deal is. So he got a free show. So what? I’m sure we looked hot. We are hot. We’re wicked hot. He doesn’t know us, so it’s not like he’s gonna go blabbin to anyone we know about what he saw.” When I finish, I take a huge gulp of soda. Alcohol would be so much better right now.

“What do you mean ‘blabbin to anyone we know’? You think he’s gonna tell people we don’t know?!”

Duh. “Well, yeah B. If you were a guy and you walked in on two hot chicks fucking, wouldn’t you tell all your friends?”

“Well, that’s just great, then! Sunnydale’s a small place, Faith! By tomorrow, everyone in town’s gonna know that Buffy’s turned into a great big dyke!” She flops down so she’s lying on the bed again and buries her head in my pillow. Her ass is so luscious.

“B, no one’s gonna think you’re a dyke. You wear way too many pastels to be a dyke. Me on the other hand…” I wiggle my eyebrows even though I know she can’t see them. She doesn’t look up but reaches her arm up and swings at me, hitting me in the tit.

“Shut up, Faith!”

“Ow, B, you knocked me one in the tit. Now I’m gonna be bruised,” I whine as I hold the injured boob.

“Aww, that’s so sad sweetie, I think I almost feel a tear coming on,” she says as she props herself up on her elbows. I smirk and lay down next to her on my side.

“Yeah, keep it up, Babe, and I’m withholding sex.” I keep a straight face for all of two seconds and then crack up. “I’m sorry, I can’t even act like I mean that. Nothing in this world would make me withhold sex.”

“Good to know,” she says, but you can tell she’s not really paying attention. She’s looking at me with a soft smile on her face. Like she’s happy by the mere fact that I’m happy.

That’s when it all hits me. The seriousness of what we’re doing. We wanted to just be Buffy and Faith for a while, but the truth is, we can’t just be that. We’re a lot more than that. I fall onto my back and sigh, rubbing my eyes. “What the hell are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” B asks, confusion in her voice.

“B, we’re on different sides now. I’m the bad guy. We shouldn’t be here having sex and laughing together. We should be fighting to the death, or at least trading insults or something.”

“Faith, we said we weren’t gonna bring all that into this. We’re just being us right now.”

“Yeah! And that is us! The Slayer is part of who we are. Part of who I am now is that I’m working for the other side. Part of who you are is that you beat the bad guys, not sleep with them.”

“I know… sooner or later, we’re gonna have to deal. We, we can tell the gang. I’m sure after a while, they’ll-”

“No, B, you’re not getting it. It’s not just the Scoobies anymore. This doesn’t just affect them. The Watcher’s Council is involved now. And let’s not forget, I’m working for the Mayor! Not only do I not want to betray him, but do you know what would happen if he found out about this? Let’s just say it wouldn’t be a bed of roses. Oh, and there’s the issue of the police and the guy I killed! B, this is so much bigger than what your friends think. We really can’t be doing this. Fucking, sure, we could probably get away with that, but the love part? Are you crazy? We’re dead if anyone knows.”

“Faith, we can get past all that. You and me together, the Chosen Two, we can do anything. Don’t you remember how great we are together?”

“B, that’s when we’re fighting! This isn’t the same thing!”

“Of course it is!” She yells. We’re both sitting up now. I’m also trying to ignore the fact that we’re arguing naked. “We can do anything we want, Faith. Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to tell me the all along? Doesn’t love conquer all?”

“Love isn’t always enough, B.” I look down, picking at the mattress. I think I may be two seconds away from crying.

She scoots forward until she’s right in front of me and I can feel her breath on my face. She reaches up and cups my cheek, lifting my head so that I’m looking her in the eye.

“Love is enough, Faith. It can get us through whatever comes our way. I love you enough to not care what my friends, my mom, or anyone thinks. OK? Do you understand? I love you, and I’ll do what I need to to make everything OK.”

A tear is jerked from my eye and slips down my cheek when I nod my head. “Yeah, B. I love you too.”

“It’s enough, OK?”

“Yeah.” I can see how much she loves me. I can’t believe I haven’t been seeing it all along. The intensity of her gaze shows so much. All her feelings are laid out in front of me. I really do love her.

I hold her hand against my face and move forward, pressing my lips against hers. I give her the softest, sweetest kiss I can muster as I lower her to the bed. When I’ve got Buffy on her back, I move in between her legs and rest my full weight on her. Our kiss breaks when our pussies make contact, and I gasp at the feeling of her wetness sliding on mine. It feels so good. She feels so good.

I start grinding our hips together as I suck and lick at Buffy’s neck. I listen to her whimpers at each spot I kiss, getting a feel for what she likes. When I suck on her pulse point, B moans and grips her hands on my back, pulling me in closer. Bingo.

“Touch me, Faith,” she whispers into my ear.

I don’t waste any time in moving my hand down to her nipple, but when I reach it, B whimpers and shakes her head. “Lower, Faith.” Hah! I love this girl.

I move my fingers between her legs and quickly find her clit. At the first contact, her hips jut up and knock me off of her. I quickly move to her side to get more comfortable and allow more access, and then I start rubbing hard little circles on her clit. I love her sighs and moans. They’re so sexy. So feminine. So Buffy.

Once I feel the wetness starting to coat my fingers, I move them down slowly to her opening. As I circle it, I whisper in B’s ear, “Do you want me inside?”

“Please, Faith,” she moans, shutting her eyes. I slide two fingers forward into B’s pussy, feeling it stretch to accommodate my searching fingers.

Is this really me? I’m not a tender, sweet person. I fuck hard, take what I want, and leave ‘em wanting more. Yet, despite what I think I am, I’m lying here with the girl of my dreams, softly stroking my fingers in and out of her, feeling her hot, wet passage grip at my fingers.

She’s whimpering and sighing, her eyes squeezed shut tight. I’m glad I got to see her this time. Not that I didn’t enjoy fucking her like we were starring in our very own Skinemax movie, but now I get to see what I really do to her. How beautiful she looks when she feels this good. There’s nothing distracting me.

Her body looks so gorgeous… the way she writhes and stretches. She kind of looks like this when she’s fighting. How fuckin weird is that. She looks moves the same when she’s fighting and fucking. No wait, I do that too. Ok, not so strange. I guess it’s just a Slayer thing.

I move my palm up so that her clit’s getting friction again. I press down hard on it, showing no mercy. I want her to come harder than she ever has before. I fuck my fingers into her faster, rubbing against the top wall so that I keep moving back and forth against her g-spot. Yeah that’s the trick.

“You like that, Baby?” I ask.

She's bucking on my fingers now, forcing them in an out so quickly that I have to concentrate on my aim to make sure that I actually get in each time. She so slippery... so wet. Fuck, I make her this wet. How fucking unbelievable is that? If you told me a few days ago, hell, even yesterday, that B would be wet for me and telling me she loved me, I would have laughed in your face, all the while beating the shit out of you. But now... now I'm just in shock. I just can't believe it.
Her back arches up and her hips are now fucking down onto my fingers. She holds herself up on her elbows, and I decide to help her out a little by putting my arm under her back to help support some of her weight.
"God, Faith... I'm so close. I'm so close baby," she whimpers, her voice uneven cause of her jerking motions. It's so fucking hot.
I feel the grip of her pussy tighten, letting me know how she's about to come. I quickly move my fingers so that I'm not just sliding past her g-spot anymore. I'm grinding right into it.
"Oh, GOD! Faith!" Buffy suddenly freezes, her back arching even more. Her hips aren't moving, and now her muscles are clamping down on me. Jesus fuck, she's got a grip. I have never fucked a girl with strength like this. Well... I guess that kinda goes without saying. She is a Slayer after all. THE Slayer. But even when I fuck myself, it doesn't feel this strong. I really am second best. My pussy isn’t even as strong as hers.
She keeps pulsing around me, gripping and releasing. It kind of feels like ripples. Warm, slippery ripples. I feel the cum seeping out of her hole, pooling in my hand. It makes it easier to keep the heel of my hand rubbing on her clit. The hard nub is sliding under me. Slipping around in her wetness.
Finally, I feel her pulsing walls relax, letting my fingers loose again. Buffy sighs and drops back onto the bed. Her breathing is hard and hair's sticking to her sweaty neck. God, she looks so gorgeous.
I lower myself down on top of her, resting only partly on her side. My fingers slowly slide out, and B whimpers when they're finally gone. I start tracing them on her stomach, watching the sticky patterns develop on her skin. B still hasn't opened her eyes. I want her to. I want to see how much she loves me. I need to see it.
"B... look at me?"
She slowly opens her eyes, and once again I can feel it. I can feel her love. God, I can't believe how long I've been missing out on this. All this time... I'd trained myself into thinking this kind of shit was for pussies. I was so wrong. Or if I wasn't, I don't think I really care anymore.
"I love you, B," I whisper. Can she see it in my eyes too? I try and convey what I feel for her through my eyes. She can't read my mind anymore, so now I gotta make sure she can tell.
"I love you too, Faith." She smiles the most brilliant, thousand watt smile, and then grabs the back of my head, bringing me down to kiss her. Her soft lips meet mine, making me lose myself again. I lose myself in the feeling of someone finally loving me. Of feeling safe, warm, and wanted. Please, never let me lose this. I don't know how the fuck I could possibly deal after knowing what this feels like.
Just don't think about it, Faith. Don't doubt anything. Stop being such a goddamn skeptic. Buffy said this is enough. Our love is enough to forget all the other shit. All the shit between us. Fuck... I really hope she's right.
TBC...