The Bet

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Week 4 – Who's Gonna Win??

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Faith's POV

So I went to B's house two days after I'd seen her in my motel room and I touched her pussy... Jesus... I fucked myself to about four orgasms that night before collapsing in exhaustion. I could smell her on my fingers and I honestly never wanted to wash my hand again.

Anyway... B's house. So she opens the door and she has a black eye.

Ok not as bad as that, it was obviously a lot worse when it happened.

"What the fuck?" I reached out to touch her face but she flinched away from me. Then I knew it had to do with farm-boy.

"Leave it Faith. I'm fine." She turned to walk into the living room.

"Beefstick did that, didn't he?" I stood in the hall, ready to find that fucker and beat the living shit out of him.

"Faith... it was an accident." She turned around to me and I shook my head angrily.

"No such thing B. He hit you because he wanted to. I don't believe in second chances. He does it once, what's gonna stop him from doing it again?" I approached her slowly. "What happened? You wouldn't fuck him so he got angry? So he tried to force you and hit you? Did he get his way?"

"Faith! It... wasn't like that... nothing happened."

I touched her face, caressing her gently before turning around. "Back in a little while B." I sprinted out of her house before she could even react.


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Didn't take me long to find him, he was sitting in some fraternity house playing a game of pool with his buddies. They were laughing about something. I stormed in and straigh to to Riley. I pushed him and he went flying across the room, I grabbed one of the pool cues and approached him.

"You are so dead you fucking farm boy."

He grunted and stood up. "What the hell do you want?"

"A piece of your beefstick ass you jerk off." I wrapped my hand around his neck and pushed him against the wall. His friends were standing around watching like fools.

"What... are... you... talking about?" He gasped out.

I turned around to his friends. "Do you know what Riley does? If he doesn't get his way?"

One of them shook his head.

"Shall I tell them?" I turned back to look at Riley, his face had gone red and he was twisting in my solid grip. "Ok, I think it best that I say it."

"If Riley's girlfriend doesn't wanna have sex with him, he beats her up! Gives her a nice black eye and a few bruised ribs if he feels like it." I looked at him again, his face was almost purple. "Ain't that right?" I dropped him to the ground and stepped back.

He spluttered and coughed. "No... you bitch... "

"Oh really?" I asked.

"You wanna know what happened?" He stood up and took more steps backward. "I went home with her the other night and we were going to have sex, she asked me to eat her out."

I stared in shock. Why... why would she do such a thing...? I thought...? I did dwell on the fact that she let him touch her again, but then I realised that break ups are always messy. And I had no right to be annoyed or hurt. Buffy (at this stage) was not my girlfriend.

"So I did, but do you know whose name she moaned when she came?"
hookhook my head slowly, still holding the cue tight in my hand.

"Yours. She said something like 'Oh God Faith.' I think I had the right to be pissed off at her."

"Doesn't give you the right to hit her."

"No, you're right. It was an accident."

"Your fist accidentally connected with her eye and you felt no enjoyment at seeing her suffer after she made you suffer, right?" He nodded. I shook my head. "Well, I don't fucking believe you!" I snapped the cue in half and hit him across the head with the heavier end before I jumped on him and pushed him to the floor, I held the cue across his neck and pushed it down.

"Faith!" Buffy screamed as she ran in, Riley's friends had been about to pull me off him, but Buffy's voice brought me back. I jumped off him and threw the cue across the room in anger. Buffy came up behind me and pulled me away as his friends began to help him up.


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"He told me what happened." I whispered as we walked home.

Buffy blushed. "I guess... he got angry."

I snorted. "He sure did. B, a guy can't get away with hitting you. You can't just let him. My step-dad-" I stopped, realising I didn't wanna go there.

Buffy pulled us over to sit on a bench in the park. "What happened?"

I had the urge to just run away, but I fought it, Buffy's hand covered mine in an effort to comfort me. I looked up at her and the fading bruise brought my anger back. "My mom, when she married my step-dad he was great. But then he hit the bottle and didn't just hit that."

"Faith you don't have to-"

"It's ok. I couldn't understand why she put up with it, why she didn't just run away. She was the best mom a child could have. But he fucking killed her one night, pushed her down the stairs, and said she fell. I was too afraid to say anything else. So when she was gone and I stayed with him, he needed another punching bag. The first time he hit me I was gone. I ran away, I stayed with my watcher after a few months."

Buffy hugged me tightly and brushed away a tear on my cheek that I hadn't even noticed was there. It was the first time in so long that I felt compassion, comfort and most of all –

Love.

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Next Day

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Buffy's POV

Yeah, so the loving and caring had to stop at some stage. It was always there, but now I had to play back on her lust and her needs. It had been a while since she had gotten any, I think the girl in the bathroom was the last time she had any sex, and I could sense that she was just itchin to get some.

It's easy to tell when she has gone without for some time.

She turns everything I say into a sexual reference, she constantly makes sexual innuendos.

When we're training her eyes actually study my body, as in every single inch.

She says stuff like - "B... mmm, lookin' good." Or "Fuck Buffy, damn you're looking hot today."

I usually just say something like – "Feeling frustrated Faith?"

She gets really worked up and into it when we're fighting.

Today is a prime example of that situation.

She's on her toes and ready for anything, so I know I can't just do any old thing to take her down. I have to be constantly aware.

And yet, before I know it, I'm on my back and she's hovering above me victoriously, we're in the training room in the Magic Box.

"B, you're behind on your game today. Gtherther things on your mind?" Faith smirked. "Maybe you should think about getting lessons on 'How to Be Faith's Slave'."

I bucked her off and swept her off her feet with a quick drop kick. "Maybe you should start saying your 'goodbyes' to your jacket."

I quickly jumped on her waist before she could get back up. "B, my jacket ain't going anywhere."

"Sure, you just keep telling yourself that." I looked down over her body. "Mmm, you know you look really great when you're all hot and sweaty." I placed my groin over hers, I could see it straight away in her eyes that she felt it. "How long has it been?" I whispered into her ear, she could see right down my loose fitting top.

"Uh... what?" I watched as she licked her lips, my nipples hardened in response.

"Since you last had some pussy?" I felt so naughty saying that, it seemed such an erotic word.

"Uh... a while." She looked up at me her hands laying uselessly at her side.

"Was the girl in the bathrooms the last time?"

She just looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

I rolled my hips against hers and she cried out. "Yes that was the last time!"

"I bet you're feeling a little... frustrated...?" I slid my hand down my pants and slid my finger around my pussy, the back of my hand brushed between her legs and I grinned as her hips flinched. Her gaze was glued to my hand inside my pants.

"I'm feeling alright." She could barely speak!

I took my finger out and held it over her face, she could smell my essence and I knew it was driving her insane. Her whole body began to shake under mine. I was lowering my fingers to her lips when she rolled us over again so she was now on top. She grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand by my head. She closed her eyes and tried to focus. I subtly rolled my hips under her while I moaned quietly.

"B just- shut up!" She whispered hoarsely.

"Mmm, I can't you just feel so good..."

Her leg settled between mine and I moved my hips downwards so I could fuck myself against her leg. She gasped when I started to rock my hips and her other hand moved down to pin my hips against the ground.

"Why..." She swallowed, her hands clenched hard around my wrist and hip.

"Why what?" I asked, watching as droplets of sweat trickled between her breasts.

"Why did you say my name?" She was glaring at me.

I stilled my hips and I felt a tense knot form in my stomach. "When?"

"Don't act stupid!" She shouted at me and removed her hand from my hips and pinned my other hand by the other side of my head.

"Faith relax... why are you so bothered about it?" Her eyes were wild, they darted all over the place.

"Because I can't stop thinking about it..." her tone softened and she looked like she was in pain, I wanted to rub her arms, caress her, make her feel better.

"What makes you think about it? You weren't even there." I whispered.

"Obviously I was there in your mind B." Her grip around my wrists tightened more. "Did he make you cum good and hard into his mouth while you pretended it were me?"

"Faith... it... he... I don't know what to say." She was beginning to frighten me.

"You know his skill ain't nothin on mine." She moved her head by my ear, her panting breath sent shivers up my spine. "I could make you cum 'till you were sore and you'd still beg me to do it harder."

I turned my head and ran my tongue behind her ear, she groaned loudly and whimpered before burying her face in my neck. Her body was rigid and tense, she was determined to win this bet, and she was so determined to prove that she could last even though she was hanging on by the skin of her teeth.

"Faith baby... come on... let go..." I caressed her ear with my lips and tongue before kissing down her neck. I had no leverage because she was still holding my hands tightly down.

"I can't..." She let go of my right hand to push herself up so she was away from my lips and tongue. My fingers were still damp from my juices so without giving her a chance to realise what I was doing I rubbed them over her lips, coating them with my juices. She cried out and jumped off of me, stumbled and fell backwards. Her tongue darted out and tasted every drop of my arousal. "Buffy... oh god..." Her eyes closed in pleasure.

I crawled over her fallen body so I was resting between her legs. "Do I taste good?"

"No." She managed to blurt out between her clenched teeth, she was propped up on her elbows as I was resting on her body, gently kissing and nibbling on her neck.

"Oh c'mon Faithy... you mean I don't taste good?" I looked up at her, feigning hurt.

"You taste fucking amazing..."

I slid my hand down my pants again, gathering more of my secretions with my fingers, before I could take my hand she grabbed my arm.

"Will you..." she paused as she studied me "touch yourself for me...?"

I felt my clit throb at her words and I moaned while burying my face in her neck. I started to move my fingers over my clit in a familiar rhythm, her elbows gave out from under her and she fell onto her back, her eyes were glued to my face.

"Two fingers inside your cunt." She was speaking in the husky, feral voice that she used that day in the bathrooms with the girl. It made me so excited.

I cried out. "Oh Faith! Oh Faith you feel so good..." The nasty wet noise that my pussy made reached my ears so I knew she must have been hearing it too. She growled, it sent such a thrill of excitement through me, she was so carnal... She moved her hand behind my neck and started pulling my head towards her as I fucked myself harder. Our lips were so close I could feel her breath tickle my face.

Just a little more-

"Buffy! Quick! You – oh my God..." Willow burst into the training room to see me lying on Faith's body in the middle of the room.

"Fuck!" Faith hissed as I took my hand out my my pants (I wasn't sure if Willow noticed or not) and I jumped up off her. I held the hand I had been using to touch myself to Faith, she took it and immediately tensed when she felt my wet fingers touch her palm.

"Willow hey, what's up?"

I caught Faith tasting my wetness from her palm a few minutes later when we were in with Giles. She kept eye contact with me as she ran her tongue over the places on her palm where my hand had been.