Buffys Little Secret

((( Okay, I know I haven't been around for like, a LONG time but I'm back and to say I'm sorry here's some NC-17 material, cause we all know that’s what we read the stories for in the first place. Hehe. )))

CHAPTER 9 - DRUNK = HORNY

Giles is lecturing.

I know, when isn't he?

But I'm getting bored, like, uber fucking bored. I'm sprawled out on one of his chairs, picking at my nails as he's ranting about how some new demon *might* come to this town.

Why are we worrying if it's just a might?

Willow's paying attention, so is her girlfriend Tara. Xander looks bored and Anya is being so obsessed with staring at Xander that if a bomb dropped on the house I doubt shed notice. Buffy's attempting to pay attention, but she looks like she's gonna doze off any minute. And she keeps looking at me… which is annoying.

I lean my head back and start staring at the ceiling. You know, Giles' ceiling is kind of interesting… not.

I sigh heavily and grab a pen that’s on the table and start clicking the tip. I wonder how long it'll take for Giles to get mad about the noise.

Click…. Click…. Click…. Click…

Giles ripped off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "For God's sake Faith, would you please stop that excessive clicking sound?"

I chuckle a little, "It's just a pen, G. Take a pill."

"If you aren't going to pay attention then why are you here? You may leave if you want."

Really??

I get up. "Thanks!" And head for the door.

"Can I go too?" Buffy practically begs.

"Buffy, you have a calling, you need to be here for this meeting."

"So? Faith has a calling too!"

Damn it.

"Your right. Faith, come back here this instant."

I hold up my hands, "Nah ah, you said I could leave so I'm leaving."

"Maybe G-Giles will bring you f-food…" Tara suggests.

Food?

"Okay!"

If there's one thing that'll keep me somewhere its food… and sex. So I guess that’s two.

Giles sighs, "Faith, there's food in the kitchen, help yourself."

"Uh… I don’t think you should say that," Buffy warns, "She'll eat it all."

Shut up B, this is food we're talkin about, don’t ruin it! I run into the kitchen before he takes back his ``help yourself`` thing.

Alright then… I look around the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and found some left over chicken. Nice. I grab a plate and pile it on. Ooh! Chinese food! I get some of that and pile it high, and I so gotta be careful while I'm walkin or this is all gonna fall and hell if I'm cleaning it up. I stick it in the microwave and reheat it and go looking for a drink.

I go back in the fridge and frown, he has nothing good. Milk? Please. I look in the cabinets for some napkins but stop as I come to…

Alcohol.

Hells yes!

I grab the bottle and hear the beep on the microwave and get my food out and a fork and carry it all to the living room.

Everyone's eyes go wide at my selection.

"God, you're seriously going to eat all that?" Xander asked.

"Oh she will," Buffy confirms.

Giles took a look at the bottle in my hand, "Faith, it’s the middle of the day, alcohol consumption isn't good for you."

Pshh like I care.

"Alcohol consumption is ALWAYS good for ya, G."

I sit down on the chair and put the plate on the table and open the bottle as I down almost half of it in one sip.

"Great, now she's going to be drunk off her ass," Buffy says and rolls her eyes.

"You better not go after my Xander," Anya warns.

What?

I raise an eyebrow. I don’t want that twink anymore.

"Well I've seen when women and men get drunk, they always want sex. Isn't that correct?"

"Look Demon Girl, if I get horny trust me, I am NOT gonna go after Xander." I take another sip and then a bite of my chicken.

Anya looked contemplative for a minute then said, "Oh yes, because you want Buffy."

I almost choked on my chicken and Buffy blushed and looked down.

"I DON’T want Buffy…" I lie.

Willow snorts and tries to cover her laughing by coughing.

I glare at her, "Something funny?"

She shook her head, "No nothing…" Then giggled again.

"Come on, say it. Tell me what's got ya laughing."

"You are just SUCH a bad liar, it's kind of funny."

I glare at her.

"Fuck this," I say and get up, taking the bottle with me and heading towards the door, stumbling a little as I do. Damn, this shits acting fast.

"M-Maybe you s-shouldn’t walk home a-alone…" Tara says.

"I got a handle of my shit! I don’t need no baby sitter."

Buffy stood up, "I got it." She headed over to me.

"No B, I can walk by myself." I take another sip of it and get a little dizzy.

"Yeah, sure you can." She pushed me out the door and followed me. "Come on."

Arrgggg fuck this.

But I follow, drinking the whole way.

It was kind of hard getting home, I finished the bottle halfway there and I kept stumbling and by the time we got near my house she was holding me up.

She opened the door and brought me inside and sat me on the bed, "There you go."

I looked up at her and licked my lips. God she looked good enough to eat.

"You're fucking hot, B."

She blushed a little, "Um, thanks."

"Wanna fuck?"

Whoa, how's that for blunt?

She looked at me, and was obviously having some mental battle going on. I was getting impatient so I grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of me and practically shoved my tongue down her throat.

But she pushed me away.

"Faith… no…"

"Why not? I know you want it."

She shook her head, "No, well, I do its just… Faith you're drunk."

"So?"

"So I know you wouldn’t want to do this if you weren't." She played with her hands nervously.

I sighed and laid down on the bed, "B, you're fucking killing me here."

"I know, I'm sorry. I should go…"

Wait… there's something today. What am I supposed to do today? Work brain, work… god why is my head all fuzzy? Oh!

"What about patrol?"

"Forget about it, sleep it off. I don’t want you to get hurt."

"But the demons…" I whined. I really wanted to slay.

"…Are going to kill you if you turn up drunk." She finished for me.

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest like a spoiled kid. "This isn't fair."

She giggled a little, "I know. See? This is why you shouldn’t drink."

Not drink? Please, I don’t think so.

"Whatever B." I look up and smirk at her, "Gimme a kiss before you go?"

"No."

HEY!

"Why?!"

"Just no. Bye bye." She waved a little before leaving and I held my head in my hands and sighed. Why did she leave me all horny like this?!

What to do… what to do… Ha, like I don’t know what I'm gonna do.

If no ones gotta fuck ya then ya gotta fuck yourself.

I stripped off all my clothes and turned on porn. I like to get some visual.

I licked my fingertips and brought them to my nipples, rubbing them and making them hard for me. I pinched them and felt sparks of pleasure shoot to my groin. I moaned softly and watched the TV.

A brunette was sucking on a blonde's nipples and it didn’t take much effort to imagine myself doing that to B. One of my hands crept lower and I slipped my fingers over my soaked pussy. I sighed and rubbed over my clit softly and my hips pumped forward. I needed more but I wanted to go slowly, make it last. My fingers pinched my nipples again and I rubbed my clit a little harder.

"Fuck… B…"

I closed my eyes, hearing the moans of the two girls on the TV. I could see myself kneel down and strip Buffy's panties off, viewing my prize. I don’t think I'll ever imagine her pussy the way it really is, she's probably more beautiful then I've imagined. I could almost smell her arousal tint the air and I slipped two fingers inside myself.

"God Buffy…"

I pumped my fingers into myself harder as I imagined tasting her. My other hand left my nipple and went down to rub my clit as I fucked myself deeper. I was moaning pretty loud, louder than the girls on the TV.

"Oohhhh!"

In my head I was sucking her clit, hearing her pleads for me to make her come so hard that she passes out. I curled my fingers upward and rubbed off my g spot and I cried out Buffy's name as I came really hard, arching my back, and rubbing my clit the entire time to make the pleasure last.

"Fuck! Buffy! Oh god you... Ohh! FUCK ME!"

I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I opened my eyes and sighed, I want to fuck her so bad.

I sat up and turned off the TV. Fuck, I gotta have her.

TBC…