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XXXIII - Heal Me
(Part F)

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Once again without any idea of how it happened she found herself flat on her back, gripping with every ounce of Slayer strength she possessed the brass headboard white-knuckled. Her bottom lip caught painfully between her teeth as she tried not to break the three simple rules Faith had given her and that she had agreed to follow. It was either follow them or Faith would stop and that was the very last thing she wanted. She had been so smug, so down-right arrogant when she agreed to the rules and that smugness, arrogance was coming back to bite her on the ass hard and right now she would have kicked her own butt if that wouldn't have broken one of the rules.

'Oh God! How the fuck could I have been so stupid? I fell right into her trap and she knew I would!!!' she wondered and the smart-ass side of her personality decided to remind her exactly how.
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"OB,"B," Faith told her while raising her hands once more over her head, "there are just three simple rules ya got to follow or I'll stop." She paused for a few minutes to feast on Buffy's neck, as she helped her to wrap her hands around the posts on the headboard. "And you have to agree to all three or it's no deal. 'K?"

'How bad can they be?' Buffy thought to herself. "Okay Faith, let's hear 'em."

"One, no touching me... " Faith wiggled her eyebrows, "...or yourself..." she paused to give Buffy a quick kiss, "...that is until I say you can and only where and how I say you can..."

"No problem Faith, been there, done that already..." Buffy smirked, her eyes devouring the Dark Slayer. She found she was loving this dominant, possessive, commanding side of Faith and lord, she couldn't wait for the day she got to turn the tables on her Dark mate.

"So you have," Faith scooted down Buffy's body a little. "Two, no movin' at all..." She dipped her head down and caught one of Buffy's nipples with her teeth, laving it delicately with her tongue. There was nothing wrong with giving Buffy a little incentive. She lifted her head and gave Buffy a tiny smirk, "...that is until I say you can."

"I can do that Fai," she snicker then almost broke the rule immediately when Faith lowered her head again and attacked one of her nipples like a starving woman.

"Sure about that B?" Faith asked, then attacked the nipple she had neglected while she waited for Buffy to answer her. When she finally got a moaned yes from Buffy, she lifted her head again. This time the smirk was much bigger that she gave Buffy, "Third, you can't cum..." She trailed her hand down; dipping lightly into the warm wetness she knew was waiting for her between Buffy's legs. Her fingers traced teasingly almost imperceptibly through Buffy's slickness. "...until I say you can."

Faith moved her hand away from Buffy's core; she placed her hands on either side of Buffy's chest and lifted herself up. She stared down at her very aroused mate, she wasn't playing fair, she knew that. Buffy had already been acutely aroused from before when Faith had pleasured herself in front of her. Now she was going to do one of the two things she knew Buffy couldn't resist to ensure Buffy would agree to the rules. Buffy couldn't resist her, nor could she ever resist a challenge that Faith threw out to her.

"Think you're up to the challenge, B?" She purred seductively, enticingly and daringly. She had to stop herself from chuckling when she saw the predictable glint of determination not to lose shine in Buffy's eyes.

"You bet your sweet ass I am Fai... I can handle anything you can dream up." Buffy purred back just as seductively, a smug smile gracing her face. A wicked gleam in her eyes that let Faith know, that payback were definitely going to be a bitch. A bitch named, Elizabeth Anne 'B' 'Buffy' 'Gizmo' Summers.
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So now, here she was having almost broken the first two rules within the first five minutes. She had no clue how much time had gone by when she bent one of the brass posts in her hands. Right now, all she knew was she had spent the last five minutes painting mental images in her head of Giles, Luc, Wesley, Gunn, the Master and anyone or anything else that would be like an ice-cold shower to her over-stimulated, over-aroused, screaming-in-need body! Those images were the last thing she wanted to think about or see in her mind's eye but... if she even thought about Faith, or Faith's hands, her lips, her tongue, her fingers, her teeth or what she was doing with them, without a shred of doubt she was going to break the last rule. Hell, who was she kidding? She would end up breaking all three of them!

Buffy let out a whimper of such misery when the Dark Slayer once again only lightly, quickly flicked her tongue across her engorged nub, then veered away to travel over her hipbone, that Faith actually felt guilty for a second and decided to take pity on her at least for a little while. She honestly didn't know how Buffy was managing to lay still, she had been teasing and torturing the living shit out of her. Her kisses, her touches, even her bites a little rougher, harder, then normal, but eliciting one of the most passionate responses she had ever gotten from Buffy. Faith felt it scorching its way to her through their bond so she had no doubt about what her impassioned love play was doing to Buffy.

She had been avoiding for the most part the more known, the obvious, hotspots on Buffy's body. Instead, she had explored, seeking out the lesser-known ones. She had traversed almost every square inch of the soft, yet hard body underneath her. She was pretty sure Buffy was going to go off on her when she saw how many love bites she had left behind. She hadn't been able to control herself though. The need to claim, to mark Buffy as hers, was almost a living thing, breathing beneath her skin. She couldn't get enough of the whimpers, the sighhe mhe moans Buffy was gifting her with. Nor could she get enough of the taste, the feel of Buffy's skin beneath her hands, her mouth, upon her tongue and on her body.

She slithered up Buffy's body, resting herself between her Light Slayer's legs then shuddered along with her as she snuggled her hips down. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down into eyes filled with lust, love and determination. She took possession of Buffy's mouth in a kiss that was brutal, fierce, completely carnal, and left them both dazed in its wake. She pressed her hips down into Buffy's, making them both whimper.

She nuzzled her mouth next to Buffy's ear, breathing softly into it, "You want to move, don't you?"

"Yes," Buffy hissed from between clenched teeth.

She moved her mouth down to her mate-mark, sucking on it, tasting it with her tongue. "You want to touch me, don't you?"

"Yes," she hissed for a second time from between clenched teeth.

She nibbled her way up Buffy's neck, over her chin, stopping to murmur against her mouth, "You want to cum too, don't you?" Faith lifted her head to stare down at Buffy a wicked gleam in her eyes. She waited for Buffy to answer, but it seemed she was going to wait in vain. "Tell me," she demanded, one elegant eyebrow lifting royally, letting a little bit more of this dominant side of herself out.

Her first reaction was to yell, YES, so loud everyone within the Immortals' domain would hear her. Instead, she just glared up at Faith defiantly, playing Faith's game and loving every last second of it.

She moved slightly, supporting her weight on one elbow and lifted herself just enough to whisper a hand down over Buffy's chest, her stomach. She moved her hand a little lower playing idly with the soft, short, curly hairs that covered Buffy's sex. "I know you do. I can smell you." She trailed a lone finger down and around the side of Buffy's twitching clit. "I feel how wet, how hot, how ready you are." That lone finger moved up and back to play sof soft curls. Faith eyes narrowed as something that sounded a lot like, "Bitch!" hissed out from between Buffy's clenched teeth.

"So tell me B..." she purred, cajoled, with just a hint of a promise in her tone, but underneath it was still a command, "...do you want to cum?"

That lone finger slid down again, hovering right over her quivering nub and Buffy felt like she was ready to jump right out of her skin. Her mind conjuring up all the wickedly evil, tortuously delightful things she was going to do to her Dark Slayer when she got the chance to turn the tables. And turn the tables she would! She stared up into those hungry, possessive eyes with a hunger all her own. A hunger she knew only her Dark Slayer could quench.

"Yes..." She let thrd rrd roll off her tongue seductively, enticingly and a little bit demandingly.

She let her other fingers join the lone one that was hovering near Buffy's She She slid them down and cupped Buffy's sex, shuddering at the heat, the wetness she found waiting for her. She pressed gently against the inflamed flesh and expected Buffy to jerk but she surprised her yet again when the only thing thaved ved were Buffy's kiss-swollen lips when they softly moaned her name.

"You're being so good... Tell me... which of the three do you want the most, B?"

"I don't just want... I need to touch you. I always, will always, need to touch you more then anything else, Faith." Buffy answered softly, without even the slightest hesitation or needing a moment to think about her answer. She always needed to touch her dark mate and she would, for all time, need to touch her more then anything else.

To say the Dark Slayer was surprised by her mas ans answer would have been the understatement of the century. There had been such longing burning in Buffy's voice it shook the Dark Slayer down to her soul. Though a part of her believed that Buffy needed her, loved her, wanted her in the same passionate, all-consuming way that Faith needed her, another part of her just refused to believe it was true. With Buffy's passionate declaration, another one of those hidden scars upon the Dark Slayer's soul became just a tiny bit smaller and lighter.

"I need you to touch me too, B." She wrapped her arms around Buffy, pulling her with as sas she sat up.

She twisted around with Buffy straddling her and propped herself up against the headboard. She raised her knees up and gently leaned Buffy against them. She moved forward and gave Buffy a soft, gentle, passionate kiss. "Touch me B..." she mumbled into the kiss. Buffy's arms came around and hugged her so tightly they forced all the air right of hof her lungs.

She hugged Faith for long minutes, relishing the feel of her in her arms. Finally breaking the embrace her hands roamed over every inch of Faith's silky-soft flesh she could reacer fer fingertips burned from the heat of Faith's skin, they tingled from it, sending flash-fires up her arms, down her torso creating a bonfire within her. Her whole body quaked when Faith's hot mouth surround one of her throbbing nipples, her hand reaching up to tease the other. She began to rock herself against Faith's hard stomach, whimpering low. She tangled her hands into Faith's hair dragging her mouth back up to hers. This time it was she who took the Dark Slayer's mouth captive in a purely carnal kiss. Her tongue forced its way in, conquering, tasting, exploring, teasing, the warm cavern of Faith's mouth.

Faith pulled back from the kiss growling and lowered her legs until they were only slightly bent. She put her hands on Buffy's hips and slid her away from her stomach. She growled again when Buffy's hands latched onto her breasts, her fingers pulling on her nipples, the nails scraping none too gently around them. One hand slid from Buffy's hip, down to the inside of her thigh, then up to touch the wetness that she had created. The other hand trailed up to return the same arousing torture to Buffy's breasts that Buffy was treating hers to.

"B..." she husked, and then waited for Buffy to look at her. When Buffy finally raised her eyes, Faith slowly slid into her. The sound that Buffy made when she entered her almost made Faith lose control and climax. She glided her fingers into Buffy as slowly and as deeply as she could. "I love the way you feel... so tight, so hot... I could stay here forever."

"I could let you stay forever," Buffy chuckled wickedly, then shrieked when, with a smirk on her face and a chuckle of her own, Faith flicked her clit. "Not funny Fai..."

"Wasn't meant to be..." Faith purred, then let the hand on Buffy's breast drift down to join the other. She circled around Buffy's nub as she started to leisurely glide in and out of her with her other hand. "Was meant to make you hotter, wetter... Did it, B?"

All Buffy could manage was a grunt. She planted her feet on the bed, using Faith's inclined legs to support her as she lowered and raised herself into, onto Faith's hands. She kept her eyes locked with her Dark Slayer's as the knot of pleasure gathered forcefully deep inside of her.

"I love watching you... You're so beautiful when you're like this..." She watched Buffy with something akin to awe, it humbled her and astounded her still, that it was her that made her Light Slayer feel this way. "So beautiful when you cum..."

That voice, that deep, raspy, husky voice thundered through Buffy's veins like liquid fire. It ignited the final fuse inside of her and a moan tore out of her as those magnificent, knowing hands sped up the tempo of the erotic dance her Dark Slayer was leading her on. She surged up violently as the knot of pleasure unleashed itself within her with an earth shattering force.
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When she finally came back to reality, she found herself face down on the bed, the Dark Slayer resting fully on top of her, nibbling on the nape of her neck and still deeply inside of her. Stunned she moaned low when she realized that she was just as, if not more, aroused then she was before she came. She had to be dreaming, it just wasn't possible. Or was it?

Vaguely she remembered Faith lowering her to the bed, turning her over. Somehow, Faith had managed to remain deep within her, only gentling her touch, changing the thrusting to a delicate caress.

"Welcome back, B..."

"Tha...." Buffy clutched at the bed sheets, ripping them before she could stop herself. She pushed back into Faith's hand when those talented fingers found her g-spot. Something she had always thought was a crock of shit until Faith. "...OHChristFaith!"

"Like that B?" Faith asked then rubbed against Buffy's g-spot again just to make sure she knew what she was asking.

"YES!" Buffy screeched then shredded the sheets a little more, still in total denial that Faith had her feeling this way again.

"Want more?" Faith decided to make a meal out of the nape of Buffy's neck while she waited for her to answer. She got something that sounded like a yes when she plunged into Buffy a little quicker adding a twist for the hell of it. She chose to take the second sound that erupted from Buffy as a yes too. "Good, 'cause I would hate to break my promise to you."

Buffy was almost afraid to ask. "Promise?" She stumbled over the word a little, then moaned as Faith rubbed herself against her back like a cat.

"Yeah, promise..." Faith murmured, reluctantly removing her fingers from their warm, wet home. She slid her hands under Buffy, grasping onto her shoulders from behind. She pulled herself along Buffy's back, purring like a crazed jungle cat the whole time. She lowered her mouth next to Buffy's ear, still purring, "You know... the promise I made earlier that I was going to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Rough, hard, fast... That I'm going to take you to a place that you've never been before, then take you there again and again..."

"Oh god, you're trying to kill me..." Buffy uttered the words without thought and without the slightest fear that Faith would take them the wrong way.

Faith heard the words and not for a second, nay, a millisecond did she misunderstand them. In fact both Slayers, never even gave a second thought to them. It was a silent testament to how hard they had worked, struggled, to put their hurtful past with each other behind them and an affirmation that they truly had.

"Kill you... no..." Faith smiled wickedly, the possessive feral glint flashing in her eyes. Her wild side coming back out to play, hearing an answer from its mate in Buffy, who wanted to play too. "...gonna make you cum hard and fast and long, over and over again..." she purred, slowly, softly like she was tasting it.

"And B..."

"Yeah..."

"All the rules from before..."

"Yeah..."

"They apply..."
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The sheets were nothing more then tatters. The headboard was bent out of shape. And the first of the Chosen One's was nothing but a mindless, babbling, lava pool of lust, desire, passion and outright blatant need. On her hands and knees, she watched dazed the sweat dripping off her body onto what was left of the sheets. The Dark Slayer had kissed, sucked, bitten, chewed, licked, touched, scraped, even scratched a little, every single piece of flesh on her body. She had even crawled under her at one point, chuckling evilly that she didn't want the front of her mate's body to feel neglected.

If she had been capable of speaking in any language known to man, she would have been begging by now. Her dark mate hadn't let her move - other then how she moved her - or touch her, once. In all of her life, she had never felt the need to touch someone as much as she needed to touch her Dark Slayer as she did right now. She shuddered when she felt her lover move to kneel behind her. Her whole body trembled when she felt her mate lean over her, her breasts burning holes into her back, strong hands gripping her thighs moving her legs further apart. A ragged sob forced its way out of her when she felt the river of wetness that was her Dark Slayer's desire for her coat her ass.

She swore she was having mini-orgasms when her mate's hands came around her and cupped her breasts. Her Dark Slayer's fingers relentlessly teased, stroked, pulled, pinched, flicked her nipples into heart-stopping, white-hot points of rapture. A shiver ran its fingers down her spine as her mate rocked into her, her teeth nipping her earlobe, her breath, hot and heavy caressing her neck. Her Dark Slayer had led her to the edge time and again, giving her just a peek at what lay on the other side before pulling her back each time swiftly, without mercy, leaving her breathless and begging to be taken there again. And the Light Slayer knew, even if she reached down to end this torture herself that she couldn't, wouldn't be able to cum right now unless her soul-mate told her to. Her Dark Slayer had promised to take her to a place she had never been before and undeniably this was a place she had never been before, ever. A place, she already knew, she wanted to visit again and a place she wanted to bring her Dark Slayer someday too.
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She couldn't get enough of her, couldn't seem to stop herself from needing to touch her, to taste her. The overwhelming need to mark the Light Slayer as hers was back and it would not be denied. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for this possessiveness, this primal desire to claim, to take, to protect, to conquer and be claimed, taken, protected and conquered in return. And she knew from their bond that her Light Slayer felt the same way and it made her feel complete, unbroken in a wholly incredibly new way.

She clutched the shaking body of her Light Slayer tighter. All of this was so new it scared her a little, but not enough to stop her. She held on tightly letting her lover support her weight as she shook helplessly with her own need. Her hips rocked steadily into her mate's ass, her wetness leaving slick trails, her clit twitching, begging for a harder, firmer touch. She finally managed to get herself under control again, she eased up off her golden-haired lover slightly, then smiled at the moan of disappointment that she let slip. One hand moved to grasp her Light Slayer's shoulder from underneath and behind. The other hand dusted down over her side, then over her back to her ass. She kneaded the tense muscles, traced feather-light patterns over its firmness.

"Tell me what you want." She demanded hoarsely, her mouth brushing against her Light Slayer's ear.

"Inside..." she mumbled, "Inside... want you inside me..." Long, gifted fingers suddenly plunged into her forcefully then stilled. Her head snapped back, her long damp hair whipping her Dark Slayer on the shoulder and upper back. An actual howl ripped out of her throat as a small quake sparked through her giving her a preview of what would befall her when her Dark Slayer fulfilled her promise.

Her hips jerked uncontrollably into her Light Slayer when her hair lashed her with its wet, silken caress. "Tell me what you want," she demanded again. A moan was her answer, but this time it wasn't good enough. "Tell me..." Her command was rough, harsh in her desire.

Her befuddled mind tried to form the words. She knew what she wanted; she wanted her Dark Slayer to fulfill the rest of her promise. She wanted to be fucked like there was no tomorrow. Hard, fast, rough, she wanted to lose every last bit of control and she wanted her Dark Slayer to lose her own as well.

"Want you to..." She stopped gasping as another slightly larger quake ripped through her. She panted trying to gather her thoughts again, make her tongue speak recognizable words. "...keep your promise. Want... you... to... fuck... me..." A small part of herself stood off open-mouthed in disbelief. She never in her life had ever said those words to anyone. That small part of herself got over its disbelief quickly as her Dark Slayer's roar of triumph, lust and hunger fell upon her like a physical caress.

The Dark Slayer started to fuck her, alternating between hard, fast, rough and slowly and deeply, tearing away every last semblance of control she had. This wasn't the first time they had ever touched each other like this, nor would it be the last. But it was only a way they could ever touch, be with each other, it would have been too hard, too rough for anyone other then another Slayer. And she loved that, loved that it was something that only she could give to her Dark Slayer and that her Dark Slayer could only give to her. The snarl from her Dark Slayer told her without words she felt the same way.

She moved her arm down to circle her Light Slayer's waist. She moved easily, intimately in the pulsating heat of her mate. She leaned into her further, licking her skin, taking small bites, loving the smell, the taste of her desire and of her sweat. "Move with me..."

She didn't need to be told twice, she pushed back so hard into her mate she almost knocked them both over. "More... fill me... oh god Fai... need more..." she demanded as she met each thrust with equal force, contracting her internal muscles to hold those long fingers inside of her for just a second longer.

She just hissed, giving her Light Slayer what she asked for. Her thumb dipping occasionally into the hot wetness of her mate's desire, then trailing up to venture where neither of them had ever ventured before. "So wet for me, so hot for me, so tight..." She latched onto her mate's shoulder blade, sucking with a vengeance then purring with satisfaction when she saw the mark that would, despite their Slayer healing, remain for a few days. "Love being so deep inside of you... love how you feel... you make me so hot, so wet, so goddamn crazy with need, crazy for you...." She latched onto her mate's other shoulder blade, leaving an identical mark.

Her head dropped down, her damp hair falling, shrouding her face. Every cell in her body screamed for release. Everything she was, screamed even louder for her mate. "Faith..."

"Are you ready to cum for me?" She leaned heavily onto her Light Slayer. The arm around her mate's waist slid down, her fingers began to torture, to tease, to taunt the overextended, engorged nub she found there begging for her touch. Her other arm, her fingers plunging tirelessly, deeply, unerringly hitting her Light Slayer's sweet spot each time. The sweat was rolling off her back, her own hips pumped in time, rocking hard into each backward thrust of her Light Slayer.

"Yes... want... to... cum... for... you..." She panted out, lifting her head and turning it as far as she could so she could see her Dark Slayer's eyes. "...just... for... you... Faith..."

Time stopped for a moment for them as their eyes locked. They might have been acting, rutting like animals in heat, but underlyit ait all was the deep-rooted respect, protectiveness and love they felt for each other. And this, despite what roles they might be playing at, was the heart, the soul, of all they were together.

The Dark Slayer moved forward and kissed her Light Slayer with infinite care, tenderness and love. Sealing the promises they had made to each other almost a year ago at the waterfall.

Time started again as their kiss grew more passionate, more demanding, more carnal and now it was time for the Dark Slayer to deliver on a promise she had made a little bit after she had carried her Light Slayer into the cottage.

"Cum for me, B..." she whispered against full, soft lips.

At those whispered words it gathered, building, making all her muscles lock down, her breath stop, then explode from her when she felt those fingers drive into her again and another drift up to enter her where no one ever had before. She slammed back into her Dark Slayer, rising up, lifting both of them. A scream of unbridled ecstasy shaking the very rafters as one after another shockwave tore through her, never-ending, the next starting before the last had finished and still her Dark Slayer moved deeply within her, taking her to that place over and over again.
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She woke to dark-chocolate, loving eyes staring down at her. She smiled up adoringly at her mate.

"That was..."

"...don't even think about saying an appetizer, Faith!" She teased gently, chuckling at the innocent look Faith tried to give her.

"No Giz that was the main course." She planted a soft kiss on already kiss-swollen lips.

"Ummmm hmmmm..." Buffy murmured, not quite believing her.

"I was more thinkin' it was time for dessert..." Faith gave her a little leer and puppy-dog eyes.

"Faith I don't think I could... hell, I don't think I'll be able to for another week at least..."

"Not even for me?" Faith purred seductively, then pulled one of Buffy's own tricks on her and started writing, F loves B, on her chest repeatedly.

In total disbelief, she once again felt a shudder of desire ripple through her. "Ummm.... maybe... but only once... and only for you..." She chuckled, not quite believing she actually agreed.

"Good, 'cause I still have one more promise to keep."

"What promise is that?"

"To make slowndernder, gentle love with you, B."
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She felt even the slightest movement of Buffy underneath her, heard each hitch of her breath, catching even the smallest of nuances in her expression. Felt the heat of her skin whispering against her own, the hot wash of Buffy's breath against her face and neck, heard the murmured words of love, need, passion, watched as the pleasure transform her face. It was magnificent. It was breathtaking and it awed and humbled her. The beauty that was Buffy captivated her; she caught her mouth in a tender, breath-stealing kiss. Both gentle and giving as she pulled Buffy even closer to her and she rocked to her lover's need, giving her everything she was. It was in the intimacy of her worshipping touch, in every kiss, in every brush of their skin.
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The feel of Faith moving above her was exquisite, but it wasn't nearly as exquisite as the love that stared back at her in those soft doe-eyes. Nothing escaped her attention, not the softest of sighs, the slightest jump of a muscle under her adoring hands, not the sweet, musky taste of Faith's skin on her tongue and lips. Nor the bliss writing itself across Faith's face, it was glorious, it took her breath away and it awed and humbled her. The beauty that was Faith enthralled her and every part of her cried out, celebrated when Faith kissed her with such tenderness, with so much love that it melted her soul. Everything she was, everything she felt was in each of her touches, each of her kisses, in the very pores of her flesh that whispered so intimately against her soul-mate, Faith.
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"Mine..." she whispered in awe against her mate-mark.

"Yours..." was whispered back just as softly, with just as much awe.

She bit down daintily, reverently on her mark upon her mate. The flesh beneath her teeth yielded, opened, and welcomed her as if it had a mind of its own. A part of her realizing she hadn't bitten hard enough to break the skin, yet still there was the taste of blood in her mouth, on her lips, only it was sweet, instead of coppery and bitter, making her own blood sing in return. She lifted her head, joining their mouths in a gentle caress accepting the promisee oae oath that her mate just made to her.

"Mine..." was whispered in awe against her mate-mark to her after their kiss ended.

"Yours..." she whispered back just as softly in awe.

She felt her mate's teeth on her mate-mark biting down just as softly, just as reverently as she had. Then her own flesh yielded, opened, welcomed, her mate in return, as if it too, had a mind of its own. Her mate lifted her head and she tasted her own blood, just as sweet as her mate's, as her mate joined their mouths in another gentle caress and the promise, the oath that she had made to her mate was accepted in return.
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The Dark Slayer whispered to her mate how beautiful she was, how much she loved her, needed her in between kisses. Her heart stopped beating as Buffy's head arched back, her eyes opening and locking with her own, sharing her pleasure, telling of her love. Faith fell into those expressive eyes. She heard Buffy gasp her name as a soul-searing climax claimed her, and the beautiful sight her eyes beheld swept Faith away...

...And then Buffy felt her own heart stop as she brought her Faith to the same plateau carrying her away in the same soul-searing climax. And she too fell into the expressive eyes of her mate and was swept away by the beautiful sight her eyes beheld.
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She slowly eased her lover down from her devastating climax, pulling Buffy tightly into her embrace. Holding her trembling body securely within her loving, strong arms as Buffy buried her face into her chest and clung to her. Faith clung just as tightly to Buffy, burying her face into Buffy's soft hair and neck. Hearteart was thundering, pounding against her ribs and she waited for it to explode. From out of nowhere the fears, the insecurities, the huge mistake she had almost made, the relief, the love, everything, nothing, all of it, all at once crashed down on her, taking her emotions on a rollercoaster ride at incredibly impossible speeds, leaving her feeling exposed, vulnerable, raw.

All of it began to pour out of her against her will, the tears falling softly from beneath her tightly closed lids. She didn't know what she would do if she ever lost Buffy, she just knew she wouldn't survive. And she clung to Buffy who was her touchstone, her soul, her lifeblood, her air and her light in the darkness that she had lived in for most of her life.
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Buffy hung onto Faith's trembling body tightly. She was reeling from all that had transpired between them today. Reeling from the knowledge that she had almost pushed Faith away from her over the last few weeks, when her only goal had been to bring them even closer together. She felt Faith's trembling cease then start again almost immediately and at first, she thought she was laughing, that was until she felt the hot wash of Faith's tears bathing her neck.

"Faith? Baby... what's wrong?" Buffy ran her hands soothingly over Faith's hair, her back, her shoulders. "Faith, please baby, tell me what\rongrong." She pulled the Dark Slayer closer to her, holding her tightly. She felt acutely how exposed, vulnerable, raw her Dark Slayer felt, as a whirlwind of other emotions, images, almost all the Dark Slayer was feeling, had been feeling, thinking about over the last few weeks sped to her in an echo and her arms tightened instinctively. "It's okay baby... Everything is gonna be okay... Let it out, let it all out..." she cooed lovingly.
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Continued in Chapter XXXIII – Heal Me (Part G)