Freakin Christmas

Well so much for trying to work today. Reviews are so great so I just keep writing. I want to finish this, I feel the need to finish this. Anyway, hope you like. Let me know.

Oh, and all of you who asked, I upgraded to NC-17. Couldn't help myself.

Disclaimer - Part One

Buffy’s POV

I thought that I might have been dreaming. It obviously didn’t feel like anything else I had ever experienced and so I had to be dreaming. Right? We stopped kissing. She was smiling at me. My hair was hanging down, covering her face. “What?” I asked her.

She looked like the cat that ate the canary, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Why are you smiling at me like that?”

She rose up a little and kissed me on the lips. “I just didn’t think my Christmas would end up like the this.” Oh, blushing again. I liked the blushing as much as I liked the smiling. She was too cute.

“No?” I asked her. I was trying to sound all sexy – like.

“No,” she answered. “This is the best Christmas ever.” She looked suddenly shy.

I bent down to kiss her again, “Hey, it’s not even Christmas yet.”

She stopped smiling and set up a little. Oh, what’s she doing? I don’t want her to stop. “Does this feel weird?”

What? No, it didn’t feel weird. Why is she asking me that? “No.” I paused for moment. “Why?”

She rubbed her hands down my back, “I don’t mean bad. Just weird. Aren’t we supposed to be like mortal enemies or something?”

What was she doing? No talking. Kissing. We were kissing. “I don’t know.” I sighed. I moved off of her lap.

“Wait,” she said, “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know…I thought you didn’t…” I looked down. Stop being so stupid, Buffy.

I was sitting beside her, “No I didn’t mean…” She put her hand on my face, “Please…I didn’t mean…Jesus, I fuck everything up, don’t I?”

Why was she so hard on herself? Was it my fault she felt like that? I hoped not. “You haven’t done anything wrong,” I tried. “I get that this is a little overwhelming. I mean, this wasn’t what I thought I would be doing Christmas Eve.”

She lied back down and put her hands over her eyes. I was sitting up next to her. “What’s going to happen next? Tomorrow? Am I supposed to leave?” I started to answer her but she kept going, ‘Cause I’m used to that. The leaving part. I’m good at it.” She turned on her side, away from me. “But I don’t want to leave here.”

She was scared. Me too. I rubbed her back, “Hey. If you took off, I mean…I wouldn’t be mad.” She sighed, so I hastened what I was saying, “But I don’t want you to leave.”

She rolled back over and looked at me, “You don’t?”

It was weird staring at the insecure Faith lying next to me. I couldn’t say that it wasn’t. But, I don’t know, it felt like this was the first time I’d ever seen the real Faith. The shy one. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Are you kidding me?” She just looked at me. Ok, obviously she wasn’t. Who would have thought that Faith, the slayer filled with bravado could be this apprehensive? “I mean it.”

I bent down to kiss her this time. I was trying to be soft. Gentle. Was I going to have to initiate everything? Could I do that? I sure hoped so. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tighter to her. I felt myself falling back on top of her. I stretched my legs out. We were flush against each other now. She was still rubbing her hands up and down my back. I was holding myself up on my elbows. Trying not to put my whole weight on her.

Then she surprised me. She pulled me to her. I settled my legs between her and, oh god, this feels good. I could feel her everywhere. Boy, I was glad I didn’t wear those flannel pajamas now. I wished I hadn’t given her those stupid shorts. I started rocking against her. She was pushing up into me. Our kisses were sloppy now, and wet. I broke away, and trailed my tongue down her jawbone, to her ear. I moved my hands between us and started rubbing up and down her sides.

“God, B,” she moaned.

I licked my way to her ear. “Do you want to do this Faith?” I whispered.

Oh, her hands were on my ass. Keep ‘em there. “Yes,” she breathed out. “God, please don’t stop now.”

I moved down lower. Kissing down her neck. Her moans were certainly egging me own. That and her hands kneading my ass. Oh, don’t worry. I’m not stopping anytime soon, I thought.

Faith’s POV

B rose up suddenly. Where was she going? “Let’s get this shirt off.” Oh, okay then.

I rose with her and let her lift the shirt from my stomach. Her hands were leaving my skin scorched as she tickled them up my sides, bringing my shirt with her. I lifted my arms up, to give her better access.

“This shirt is tight, huh?” She giggled.

Dammit. Stupid shirt. “Here let me.” I grabbed the shirt and pulled it over my head. Jesus, how sexy is this? Struggling to get out of the smallest T-shirt known to man. I felt her move up above. When I got the shirt off, I saw that she had taken hers off as well. Obviously more gracefully than I had.

Her breasts were right in front of me. Do you have any idea how many times I have imagined this? Cause I lost count a long time ago. I could feel myself purring. What the hell? I reached up and touched her. She moaned. Oh, doing something good. I began to slowly run my fingertips over and around her breasts. She’s so soft. I wondered if I was that soft?

Hey, it’s not like I haven’t done this before. I have plenty of times. But it wasn’t the same. Clear and simple. This was B. The one person…you know what I mean? I didn’t want to fuck up.

I started rubbing her breasts. Almost squeezing. She was making this sound. Something between a moan and a sort of low growl. It was the most amazing thing I had ever heard. She moved her hands to my breasts. Tentative, for about five seconds and then she started to massage them. Is that the right word? God, it doesn’t matter. I could die right now, and everything in my life, it would all be worth it. I threw my head back. She was going to make me come just from this.

She was rubbing her pussy all over my legs. Her panties, or her excuse for panties were pushed to the side and I could feel how wet she was. I could feel how wet I was. I hoped to god I could get the shorts off easier than I did the shirt.

She pushed me back down on the bed. She was sitting above me. She threw her hair over her shoulders. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” She purred.

“How many?” I choked out.

She leaned down. Her mouth hovering above my breast. “Every time I fucked myself. I thought about you. About this.” Jesus, she was trying to kill me. And she was succeeding, cause I couldn’t breathe. She snaked her tongue and began running it around my breasts. First one, and then the other. I put my hands in her hair. And then she began to blow. Little bursts of air. I held her head in my hands, pressing her towards me. I was moaning, pretty loudly I guessed. But I did not give a fuck. She pressed her knee into my crotch. I didn’t think I could get any wetter. And then she started to suck. Lightly at first. And then harder. Using her teeth. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Jesus, had she done this before? Never mind, I so don’t care.

I moved my hands down to her panties. I wanted them off now. I wanted to take my shorts off, but that would probably take forever. She let me remove them, never taking her mouth from me. I finally pulled them down and she wiggled out of them. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her to me. I could feel her wetness on my leg. She was humping me! Scooting back up, she began licking up my neck. I felt her hands fumbling with my pants and I moved to let her pull them down. Finally, they were gone and we were both naked. She was hovering above, looking me in the eye.

“I want to feel how wet that pussy is, F,” She growled.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me. God. It was almost too much.

“Jesus, B,” I said, reaching up to kiss her, “You are so wet.”

She moaned a little and rubbed herself into me. Our pussies were slick and sliding into each other. I was holding her ass and she was pressing hard, harder into me with each thrust. I was trying to meet her thrusts, pumping my hips up. She put her head in the crook of my neck and began panting. We were both close and I hadn’t even touched her pussy. She hadn’t touched mine.

“I’m gonna come, Faith,” She moaned out.

I grabbed her ass and dug my fingers into it. I pulled her against me harder.

“Come for me baby,” I whispered in her hair.

“Oh, god…god…fuck,” she was panting.

I was close too. I couldn’t catch my breath and could feel the spasms start in my stomach. “Fuck B,” I said. Her breathing sped up. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck,” she said and shoved her pussy into mine. God. I could feel the orgasm rush through me. I didn’t want to stop. She was coming too. Screaming my name. We were both panting. And then she bit my neck. I think I may have fainted for a minute. I felt her wetness seep out as I did mine, mixing together.

She collapsed on top of me, and I did not want to let her go. I could not believe that we had both just come from basically humping each other. She was wiggling a little. Rubbing her pussy into me. Just a tiny bit. Trying to make it last.

I moved my hands up her back. To her face. She rose and looked at me. I pulled her forehead to mine. I wanted to tell her I loved her. God, she had no idea how much I loved her. But I didn’t. I just pulled her to me and kissed her. We stayed like that for a few moments. Her head on my chest. And then I rolled her over.

Rising above her, I looked her in the eyes. “Ready?”

She giggled, “Yeah.”