Resolution

Title: resolution

Author: dale

E-mail: drmillson@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: these characters are owned by a whole lot of people who are not me...i own my imagination, though...

Pairing: b/f

Summary: ethan rayne returns to sunnydale during “amends” to give the gift of chaos to buffy, unaware of the other slayer in town…

Spoilers: up through “amends”

Feedback: always...good, bad, or otherwise, i don't care...the only bad fb is no fb...of course, a pretty girl is an acceptable substitute ;)

Distribution: ask first, ask nicely : )

Author's Notes: this is just something to get me writing, since my two other fics are being obstinate…

also, i had to make a slight adjustment to the bit of amends where this fic begins...i had remembered the scene differently...ahh, mind’s the first to go, they say...lol

i’d like to offer up a special thank you to JT, who acted as my guinea pig while i fleshed this one out, no pun intended…lol…always looking for volunteers, too…lol…

meant to get this out before new year’s, but an attack of severe laziness and unmotivation kept me from my goal...sorry...

also, i’m not so happy with the finished product...i really hope it’s just me being overly critical...my apologies if it does truly suck...

Dedication: to the one who makes it all worthwhile...







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-- Christmas Eve --


Faith followed the determined blonde toward the door as she spoke. “I’ll play watchdog. I don’t really get it, though.”

Buffy quickly opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. She turned to face the younger girl. Both looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

“I’ll explain later. Everything, I promise.” The smaller girl turned and began to walk away.

“Watch your back.” The brunette said as Buffy reached the bottom of the steps. “B...?” She hesitated, wanting to say something more to the other slayer.

“Faith,” the blonde said, raising her voice so that she could continue walking. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Later.”

The dark haired slayer watched as Buffy walked out of sight. “I hope you will, B.” she said softly before going back into the house and closing the door.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” Ethan Rayne said toward the now closed door with a smirk as he stepped from the shadows. “When I’m done, she’ll tell you everything you need to know. And everything you don’t.”


* * * * * *

-- three days later --


“Buffy?” Joyce knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door. Hearing a muffled reply, she opened it and moved into the room. “Honey, can we talk?”

Sitting up on her bed, Buffy patted the spot next to her. “Sure, Mom. What’s up?”

“Have you talked with Faith yet?” the older woman asked, positioning herself so that she could face the girl as they spoke.

“About what?” the blonde asked, slightly cond.
d.

“Buffy, you told her you were going to explain things. Don’t you remember?” Joyce scolded.

“Crap!” Buffy said, her gaze dropping toward the floor. “I totally forgot, what with the snow, and the Angel situation, and...”

“Honey,” Joyce said quietly, turning the girl’s face up toward her. “You need to do this. There’s something going on between you two. You know it. She knows it. You need to fix this, Buffy, while you still can.”

Giving the girl her best motherly, reassuring smile, the older blonde got up to leave.

“I will, Mom. Just need to find a time where we can both sit down and talk.” Buffy said, getting up, too.

Joyce turned. “Why not New Year’s Eve? I’ve got some friends coming over, and I don’t think you want to hang out here with us. Why not go to Faith’s?”

The younger girl walked up to her mother and gave her a hug. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll call her to see if she’s free.”

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-- New Year’s Eve --


(somewhere in Sunnydale)

Ethan Rayne carefully laid out various items on the small table in front of him. A sculpted head of Janus sat in the middle of the array, staring quietly off in two directions. Surveying his handiwork, Ethan stepped back from the table.

“Well, then,” he saith ith a mischievous, gleeful look on his face. “Time for our little slayer to come down with a severe case of honesty.”

He knelt in front of the god’s head, beginning his ritual.

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(Faith’s motel room)

Faith reached the door before the second knock. *Geez,* she chided herself for rushing. *Get a grip, she’s just here to talk.*

Opening the door, she found a smiling Buffy Summers. “Hey, B. Glad you came. C’mon in.”

“Hi, Faith,” the little blonde smiled, genuinely happy to see the other girl. She stepped into the room and removed the light jacket she had worn.

The brunette stepped up to take it from her, motioning for the older girl to have a seat. “You want somethin’ to drink, B?” she asked, heading toward a bottle of Jack Daniels that sat next to her small television.

“I don’t know, Faith,” Buffy spoke hesitantly, eying the bottle warily.

“Take it easy, B,” Faith smiled. “Not gonna get you drunk or nothin’. ‘Sides, I got something to mix it with.”

“Alright,” the blonde conceded, still uncertain about this turn of events. She hadn’t considered drinking tonight, just talking.

Faith poured about a shot’s worth of the whiskey in each of two glasses, then disappeared with them into the bathroom. When she returned, she handed the other slayer a glass filled with dark liquid.

“Here you go,” she smiled down at the older girl.

Buffy took a sip, swallowing it down. Looking up at Faith, she smiled warmly. “I like it,” she announced. “Fizzy. And it makes me feel warm.”

*I’d like to make you feel warm,* Faith thought, catching herself staring longingly down at the petite slayer. “So, B, you came to talk,” she said, sitting down. “Let’s talk.”

- - - - -

(an hour later)

Faith stood up, heading toward the bottle. “So that’s why you hid Angel from me? I didn’t know, B.” She returned to the blonde, pouring another shot into her glass. “I’m sorry.”

The brunette handed her own glass to Buffy and went to retrieve the bottle of Coke she had on ice in the bathroom.

“Don’t worry about it, Faith. I should’ve been honest from the start. You deserved...” The small slayer pau an an odd feeling washing over her. Shaking her head, she finished her sentence. “...better.”

Coming back with the bottle of soda, Faith shook her head. “Dang,” she said. “Just had the weirdest feeling.” Looking at the older girl, she asked, “You, too? Must be making these stronger than I thought.”

“So,” the brunette went on after finishing the drinks. “What’s next?”

“Why don’t you talk, Faith. Anything you want to tell me?” Buffy asked, smiling sweetly at the younger girl.

“Damn, B, you look so friggin’ hot.” Faith’s eyes went wide as she realized she’d voiced her thoughts. “Oh shit, Buffy. I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s okay, Faith.” Buffy smiled at her. She blushed a little, adding, “You’re not exactly ugly yourself, you know. I’ve always liked your butt.” Her own eyes went wide at the admission, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. *Oh my god! I can’t believe I just said that!*

*Did she just say she likes my ass?* Faith wondered, not sure she had heard the older girl right. “What did you just say?”

Blushing even more, Buffy answered her in a whisper. “I said I’ve always liked your butt.”

“Oh, yeah? You don’t say.” The sexy younger girl smirked, liking this turn of events. Leaning toward the blonde slayer, she asked, “Wanna better look? Wanna see it, B?”

Buffy giggled as she nodded her answer. The heavy blush crept back over her cheeks as she looked away from the brunette.

Faith stood, facing the other slayer. “Well don’t just sit there, B, get my pants off. Gotta work if you wanna see.”

The little blonde quickly scooted off the bed. She knelt in front of the younger girl, her hands shakily reaching toward the fly of Faith’s pants.

As the fingers make contact, Faith asked, “You’re really wanting it, ain’t you, B?”

Buffy nodded her head a couple times, undoing the snap. She lowered the zipper, her eyes glued to Faith’s cro Fin Finishing with the zipper, she focused her attention on getting the tight pants down. Her hands skimmed over Faith’s soft skin as she worked them off. *So smooth,* she thought.

“That’s it, B,” the bad girl purred, liking the feel of Buffy’s hands on her legs.

The petitautyauty carefully took hold of each of the younger slayer’s legs in turn, sliding the pants off and onto the floor. She took in the sight of Faith’s legs, eyes lazily traveling up. When she reached placplace both met, her breath caught in her throat. In wanting to get the girl’s pants off, Buffy hadn’t seen Faith’s smooth shaven sex. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Ahem,” the brunette coughed, getting the older girl’s attention. She smirked wickedly at the blonde as she knelt there blushing. “You ready to take the tour now, B?”

Getting Buffy’s embarrassed nod, Faith slowly turned, offering a close up view of her backside to the kneeling beauty. “Tell me what you like, B.”
ffy ffy giggled as she spoke. “Um... hee hee... it’s so firm and tight. I can’t help checking it out when you’re in shorts for training.” She admired the pale skin before her. *Even better like this,* she thought. *Mmmm*

“What else?” Faith asked, trying to find out just how far the other girl would go.

“Well, when you bend over..” Buffy began. Before she could finish, Faith bent over in front of her, placing her hands on the bed.

“Like this, B? Is that what you meant?” the younger slayer asked, turning so that she could see her companion.

“Yes,” the little blonde whispered, the awe clear in her voice.

“What about it, what do you like?” Faith asked eagerly, really wanting to know the answer.

“It just looks so... so touchable.” Buffy said matter-of-factly, her eyes never breaking contact with Faith’s bottom.

“Do you wanna touch it, B?” Faith asked, her breath hitching a bit. *How the fuck did we get here?* she wondered. “Shit!” She flinched as Buffy’s hand made contact, having missed the girl’s nodded response.

Transfixed by the beautiful flesh in front of her, Buffy caressed the smooth skin with one hand. Not content, she brings the other in. “Mmmm,” she purred, enjoying the softness as her hands slid over Faith’s bottom. Buffy openly stared at the brunette’s pussy, peeking out from between her legs as she stood there bent over.

“Do you like this, Faith?” she asked quietly, the movement of her hands never stopping.

“Oh yeahhh,” Faith moaned. The smaller girl’s touch was having its effect on her. She turned to look at Buffy again. “D-do you like anything else?”

“Yeah,” was the only answer.

“Show me, B. Show me what you like,” Faith said, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. She could feel herself getting wetter under the blonde’s caresses.

Buffy slid one hand over Faith’s ass, down toward the girl’s wet sex. Reaching her goal, she slid one finger along its length. “This.”

Faith shuddered at the unexpected touch. “Fffffuck,” she groaned. Her knees gave way and she fell forward onto the bed, still in a bent position. *Shit, who are you? Can't be my B,* she thought as she lay there unmoving.

Pouting, Buffy shuffled forward on her knees. *Bad Faith, falling over like that.*

Feeling the finger return to its tentative stroking, Faith asked, “You like touching me there, B?”

“Yes, Faith,” the blonde moaned, enjoying the soft heat of Faith’s pussy.

“Wanna touch my ass, too? You can if you want, B,” the young slayer panted. She reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks to offer her other opening to the older girl.

“Ohhh,” Buffy moaned lightly. She looked at the circle of puckered flesh. The little blonde started to reach her free hand toward it.

“Wait a sec, B,” Faith said, watching her. “Get it wet first. Feels better wet.” She closed her eyes in anticipation of Buffy’s wet finger.

Buffy stared for a moment, thinking. Making her decision she leaned in close to Faith. Buffy stuck her tongue out, tentatively flicking it over Faith’s wrinkled opening.

The brunette jumped. “Shhhhit, B, whatcha doin’ back there?”

Moving in, Buffy repeated the flick of her tongue over the tight ring. “That,” she said to the sexy younger girl. “Don’t you like it, Faith?”

“Fuck yeah, I like it!” Faith said eagerly.

Happy with the situation, the little beauty leaned back in. Her tongue slid out of her mouth, moving over the puckered skin. She ran the tip repeatedly around the center, never breaking contact.

“Uhhnnn,” Faith groaned into the bed. She was squeezing her muscles against the tickling of the older girl’s tongue. “Push it in, B.”

As Buffy pushed in with her tongue, she caught scent of Faith’s arousal. As the tip entered Faith’s ass, the blonde reached out and began rubbing the brunette’s pussy.

Not satisfied with only having her tongue in a little, Buffy pulled it back slightly. When she felt the tight muscles relax, she pushed forward, her tongue entering the opening. The older slayer groaned as she felt the other girl squeezing against her.

"Fuck, B," the brunette screamed, her hips twitching at the dual onslaught of fingers and tongue.

Circling her lips around Faith’s ass, Buffy lightly sucked at the opening. Her tongue slid in and out, in time with the clenching of the younger girl’s muscles.

“Ohhhhh, B,” the dark haired slayer groaned into the bed. “Fuck me.”

Still working Faith’s tight ring with her tongue, the petite blonde slipped a finger into her soaked pussy. Pulling the cum slicked digit out, she pressed it to Faith’s clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the hard nub.

Faith shook on the bed as her orgasm approached. With the little beauty working at her from behind, the brunette’s inner muscles began to clench. The tongue and finger kept drawing her closer.

Buffy could tell the other girl was getting close to cumming, so she sped up the rubbing over her clit, sucking at Faith’s ass a little harder. It wasn’t long before she felt a splash of wetness on her chin, signaling Faith’s peak.

“Ohhhhhh fffuck,” the dark haired slayer panted, her orgasm tearing into her. Ohfuckoh.. fuck!” She slumped limply against the bed, trembling.

“Oh shit, B,” she breathed out, the older girl moving to happily lap up her cum. “Gonna be a long night.”


-- the end --