Begin at the Beginning

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Buffy woke late the next morning to tormented groans from the writhing body next to her.

"Come on, untie me. I gotta go!" Faith squirmed as she tried not to release her bladder.

Buffy's evil chuckle wasn't giving Faith any hope to not embarrass herself by wetting the bed for the first time since she was four.

"Aw come on. I'm sorry, I'm sorry about the pillow but I gotta pee B. Come on!" Faith squirmed, her hip bumping Buffy just enough to get her to move.

Buffy untied the girl quickly, laughing as she scampered away, both hands between her legs, knee's together.

"It's not funny!" Faith's indignant squeal only made Buffy laugh harder.

The slayer hadn't laughed in a long while. Always so busy killing something and saving the world before breakfast, there was never time for her to laugh. Not that she had anyone to laugh with. Merrick was her watcher, always dour and serious, she never felt she could speak to beyond assuring him she wasn't dead of undead. Or to tell him which city she found herself killing something in. People didn't tend to stick around after she saved them. Most running at their first chance.

"UGHF. What the hell kid!" Buffy called on all of her self control as Faith landed on her, fingers flying everywhere looking for tickle spots.

"I've been holding it for 2 hours you crazy shit!" Faith dug her fingers into Buffy's sides, not finding any tickle spots she moved on. "You should've untied me last night! Eeee!" Faith squealed as Buffy simply bucked her off. She landed hard on her side of the bed.

Buffy grabbed the cord she'd used to tie Faith up the night before and used it to retie the girl to the bed now. Faith struggled harder, Buffy ignoring her paltry efforts, until she was once again secured to the bed.

"Well maybe I wasn't done yet." Slayer cocked an eyebrow at the dark girl.

Faith went still, eyes wide. "N-not done? But I only did it once! You did it right in front of me. I could smell you, and I couldn't touch you. Isn't that torture enough?"

"And smelling YOU all night wasn't? I could smell you when I walked in, but then you had to come all over my pillow. That's two little girl. Two I have to pay you back for." Buffy growled and straddled Faith's slim form. She gripped the pants, fighting the urge to rip them off, considering they were hers. She popped the button and pulled the zipper. Faith was bare underneath.

"Oh mmm. Commando." She purred running her fingers through the wiry black hairs sending shivers up Faith's body. She looked up into wide black eyes, the pupils so dilated the lush brown was no more than a ring on the outside. "What'd you do with your panties Faithy? Hmm? What did you do with mine?"

"I...I...I got wet. Last night, when you....I soaked them both." Faith stuttered trying to pay attention with the pretty blonde stroking her like a spoiled house cat.

"OH. So you liked the show."

"Yes." Faith admitted weakly, flushing an appealing pink. "I really liked it."

"So you wouldn't mind if I did it again?" Buffy breathed the question over the hairs on Faith's mons, causing the younger girl to squirm.

"I'd, um, I'd rather do it for you." Faith shivered, eyes sliding shut as the air puffed across her arousal, sending tiny shocks from her clit to her nipples, which hardened.

One eyebrow quirked in Faith's direction Buffy cocked her head in thought. She wants to do it for me. I promised myself I wouldn't touch her, I never said I wouldn't let her touch me. "Okay." She pushed herself up, bracing her body to hover over Faith's, skin milimeters apart, each able to feel the heat of the other.

Faith's eyes popped open and she wet her lips, a little surprised when the nervous action allowed her to graze Buffy's scarred lip as the blonde hovered over her. "You'll let me taste you?"

"If you want." Buffy met the dark eyes, looking for even a trace of fear, of unsureness. She found neither.

"I want."
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Buffy found herself staring down at Faith in astonishment. "You want?"

"I want. I want to so bad." Faith pleaded, her eyes flickering between Buffy's center and her eyes.

Slowly Buffy pushed to her knee's. Balancing carefully above, she walked until her knee's were tucked up next to Faith's elbows. Spreading her knee's she slid down slowly, choking out a gasp as Faith's excited breaths touched her clit for the first time. She stared into the fully dilated eyes below her, watching as they stayed focused on the prize. Faith licked her lips in anticipation, just grazing her clit setting both of them to tingling.

Then Faith lifted her head and pressed a soft kiss on the spread lips. Buffy groaned, leaned forward to brace herself on the headboard, and sank down to Faith's lips.

Faith licked pussy like she kissed. Tongue sliding everywhere, tasting, teasing, lips going back and forth, worrying tender places and getting her wetter than she could ever remember being.

"Fuck."

Faith's answering groan and chuckle sent shocks up Buffy's body. Fingers digging into the arched headboard Buffy fought the urge to grind against Faith's face and lost. Once she started she couldn't seem to stop, but when Faith responded to the grind with quicker harder movements to her clit, her tongue sliding inside once, twice, Buffy let herself go.

She came hard, the muscles working so forcefully she could feel Faith's tongue as she thrust inside once more for fresh juices. The feeling of penetration sent aftershocks that hardened her nipples further.

Faith made a happy sound, burrowing lips and tongue deeper, hoping for more of the sweet juices she was currently enjoying.

Feeling too weak to come again Buffy tipped herself sideways away from the magical lips and tongue. Collapsing on the bed beside Faith she smiled at the complaints flowing from the girls swollen lips.

"I wasn't done! You tasted so good, come back. Just one more time."

"I don't think I'm up for one more time right now Faith." Buffy admitted, her voice husky with sex.

"Next time then." Faith pouted before licking her lips to taste Buffy once more.

"Next time? God, I promised myself I wouldn't touch you Faith. That's not why you're here. I don't want to make you feel like it is." Buffy covered her eyes, rubbing her calloused fingers over her brow.

"Well I promised myself I'd touch you. So we're at a bit of an impasse now aren't we. I want you to touch me, you want to touch me but won't. I wonder how long you can keep your hands off all this. Especially when it's offered freely." Faith turned her liquid brown gaze to Buffy. Staring hard until the older girl looked back at her. "I'll win because we both want this."

"Sure of ourself aren't we?" Buffy narrowed her eyes.

"Sure of you." Faith countered.

Buffy's jaw dropped in surprise. Frowning she slapped Faith between her legs. The move so quick she barely registered how wet the girl was.

Faith moaned helplessly, her body curling into itself as best she could while still tied to the head board. She came so hard her toes curled and her eyes rolled.

"OH god did I hurt you?" Buffy leapt up, untying Faith quickly, she worried when the girls hands shot between her legs to cup her own sex.

"Mmmm" was all Faith could manage.

"Let me see." Buffy snatched Faith's legs apart, pulled her hands away and shoved her pants to her ankles. Faith's short pubic hair glistened with moisture, but there were no marks on her skin to show that Buffy may have harmed her with her superior strength. "Good no marks." Unthinking she smoothed her hand over Faith's pubis, flattening the hairs and causing the girl to latch onto her hand with her thighs and sit up to abruptly her chin bumped into the slayers shoulder.

"Does it still hurt?" Buffy worried.

"Didn't hurt at all." Faith corrected her and thrust forward into the strong hand she held captive.

Buffy smirked at the rush of moisture that met her fingers. "Oh it's that easy huh?"

"Yeah it is. Sometimes, after I've made a girl cum, all it takes is one little.....touch." Faith blushed slightly, eyes hidden behind her hair.

Buffy curled her fingers inward, sending shivers all over Faith's form.

"Good to know."
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Faith kept the strong hand in her grip as she continued to grind, her hips going is circles pressing her clit firmly into Buffy's hand. As she came closer to coming again she leaned further forward, resting her face against the muscled shoulder. Buffy wiggled her fingers unexpectedly sending Faith over the edge so quickly she bit into the firm muscles to muffle a scream.

Sated Faith slumped, falling backwards onto the pillow, legs with spread and Buffy's hand pressed against her.

"This morning turned out better than I thought it would." Faith stretched grinning.

"Hmm." Buffy stood from the bed and stretched, Faith watching her every move.

"So what's for breakfast? Besides you?"

Buffy raised a brow at the obvious come on. "The place where I got the burgers from last night had a breakfast menu. We could try it out."

"Won't you run out of money if we keep eating out?" Faith sat up gingerly trying to avoid brushing herself against the blankets.

"No. My watcher keeps funds in my accounts. If I have to stay here for long I'll get my own apartment. Temporary of course, but you can keep it after I'm gone if you want."

"You don't stay anywhere for very long do you?" Faith pulled up the cargo pants, missing the look Buffy was giving her.

"No. There's always something to kill somewhere else." Moving to get dressed herself the slayer moved to the duffle on the floor. "Speaking of which do you know how to fight?"

"Fight like street fight? 'Cause I can kick a chicks ass if I have to." Faith smoothed out the black Dickies shirt.

Dressing quickly Buffy moved to her weapons bag. Pulling out a small blessed knife and leather sheath she presented them to Faith. "That's a good start, but as of today I'm going to train you to fight of pretty much anything that comes your way."

Accepting the weapon Faith stared at her wide eyed. "Why?"

"That guy, at the bus station. Was he really your dad?"

Shoulders slumped, head dropping so her eyes were covered by her unruly hair Faith shrugged. "No. He was my moms last boyfriend."

"Where's your Mom?"

"Dead. She OD'ed."

"On what?" Buffy tilted Faith's chin up.

"His fist."

"Well I'll make it so he OD's on your's."

Faith considered the weapon in her hand and the girl in front of her.

"I can't protect you all the time Faith, but I want you to be able to protect yourself."

"Okay." Faith examined the knife closely, seeing the inscrition on the sheath she opened it to same the same inscription on the blade. "Wow, this is pretty." She looked closer and realized what she thought were words were characters in a foreign language. "What does it say?"

"It's a blessed blade, and it can only be 'given' not taken. No one can steal this from you, if they try the blade stays in the sheath and the hilt burns their hand."

"Oh. Cool." Faith paused. "Are you sure you want me to have this?"

"Yeah. I'm sure. Come on breakfast is waiting." Buffy turned on her heel and opened the door.

Faith secured the blade in one of the deep pockets of that pants, and followed the slayer into the light.
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Breakfast was quiet, the people in the diner around them subdued. They all wore drab colors, and no one seemed to smile or joke. The diner which should have been a bustling low level buzz atmosphere was somber.

"Geez who died?" Faith slouched in her seat and picked at her eggs.

"Some high school girl. Really popular." The person in the next booth answered unexpectedly.

Buffy looked up to see the face of the girl she'd saved from the vampire at the motel. Startled for a second she narrowed her eyes. "Happens a lot doesn't it? People dying?"

"Around here, yeah. It's why most places close before dark. The 'crazies' come out at night." The girl rolled her eyes and scooted to her knees. Bracing her elbow between the booths she smiled at the pair. "I'm Ashby."

"I'm Buffy, that's Faith," the slayer said curtly. "So if the 'crazies' come out at night why were you out so late?"

"I can handle myself." Ashby snorted.

"Yeah 'cause you were doing 'such' a good job of that when I came along."

"Okay so most of the time I can handle myself."

Faith snorted, and Ashby made a face at her.

"So you guys are new here? I haven't seen you around town before."

"Just passing through. Taking in the countryside or some crap like that." Buffy pushed her food around. She noticed Faith inhaling her breakfast and shoved her plate at the younger girl. Without pause Faith cleaned her own plate and moved on to Buffy's half eaten breakfast. "So what do you do here for fun Ashby?"

"Fun? Not much really. I take classes up at the college, and go back to my room, and sleep. The one night I decided to party I get bitten by..." she trailed off after receiving a pointed glare from the passing waitress. "Well you know."

"Yeah. Well it was nice talking to you. We gotta see a guy about a thing." Tossing some cash on the table Buffy stalked from the diner, Faith hot on her heels still chewing.

Buffy stalked down the sidewalk, people once again moving out of her way, some even crossing themselves. Faith followed in her wake catching a few pitying glances, those she shrugged off, she tossed the disgusted looks the bird.

"Hey Buffy? Have you noticed how many friggin' graveyards are in this town? There's more dead people here than living!" Faith stared in amazement at the 5th cemetery they passed, this one only blocks from the high school. "I think the Elementary School playground was just over the fence to one of them."

"Yeah. I noticed, but people here die a lot. And have for a long time."

"Are you here to stop it?" Faith asked skip stepping to keep up with the blond.

"Yeah kid, I kinda am." Buffy turned on her heel and hustled up the steps to the school.

Faith sighed quietly and followed her.
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The hallways were silent, not even the murmur of lessons made it through the doors of the classrooms. The death of Cordelia Chase weighed heavy upon the school grounds. The deafening silence seemed to seep into the library, bringing an even more somber atmosphere to Giles and his 'White
Hats' who sat together yet apart in the library.

Buffy and Faith's entrance was the only thing to break the silence, the slight squeak of the door drawing more attention than it normally would.

"Ah Buffy, you're here, these are my white hats. They've been fighting the horde with me. This is Oz, uh Daniel Osbourne, Larry, and Nancy. White hats, the slayer." Giles introduced them distractedly.

"Was she your friend?" Buffy asked outright.

"Who?" Nancy asked startled.

"The girl who died?"

"No. She was a....bitch. A royal bitch. But it's still another life lost." Linda turned away and picked up a book.

Buffy quirked a brow but said nothing more on the subject. "So Gibbs-"

"Giles!" the watcher snapped exhasperated.

"-whatever, I met this vampire last night. Weird vamp. Lots of power, not really old. That happen here a lot?"

"You...met a vampire?" Larry stumbled over the question.

"Met you say? It didn't attack you?" Giles whipped his glasses off the wipe the spotless lenses.

"No she...was checking me out."

"She? Redhair, leather, kinda...off?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah."

"Willow. The masters right hand. She's a truly powerful vampire and one you should watch out for mainly. Her abilities rival some of the greatest evils in The Councils Recorded history. They'd like her destroyed as soon as possible, before she becomes a greater threat than she already is." Giles sat down abruptly. "She was 'checking you out' you say? As in doing 'recon' on you?"

"No more like checking out my 'rack'." Buffy frowned.

Faith choked on her laughter.

"Yeah, when she was human Willow was a sweet girl. Cordelia, the girl who died, picked on her constantly. She was one of the nicest and smartest people in school. When she...when she died....she's definitely not like she was." Nancy explained.

"Nothing like she was alive." Larry agreed.

Oz nodded mutely.

"Does he talk?" Faith asked pointing at the dark haired guy.

"Rarely." Giles muttered. "But when he does, it means something."

"Giles do the people in this town know whats going on? That vampires are here?" Buffy asked remembering Ashby and the waitress at the diner.

"Some do, but most just think, well they think the crazies come out at night."

"What about...do you know a girl named Ashby? Goes to the college?" Buffy asked outright, still disconcerted that the girl had known who and
what she was.

"She's a witch. Does the spells on most of the houses here. Helps keep people safe." Oz spoke for the first time.

"Wow Giles, you were right. We he speaks it does mean something." Buffy couldn't mask her surprise.

Giles chuckled humorlessly, "Indeed."
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Ok there less rushed, more story. MAYBE and I stress that maybe, more to come soon. But don't hold your breath. I am Nyk after all.