Boston Creme

Boston Creme

By Desirata41



Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN.

Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations

Pairing: Faith/Buffy

Dedication: For my Bostonian

Distribution: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PassionateOasis/

Summary: Faith is summoned by the Council and will be gone for 7 days. What kind of reception will she find waiting for her when she returns?

Notes: I'm liking the post chosen era these days, so let's set this up after season 7. Any similarity drawn between a wicked sex toy and baked goods are purely coincidental.



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Buffy's POV


She's been gone four days already. My body is questioning that number because I can't sleep. Her side of the bed is so cold and empty. Faith is all over this place, from the bathroom where I comb my hair in the morning (her silly hair products) to the closet when I'm grabbing something to wear, (that damned leather.)

I take one of her shirts off the hanger and pull it close to me, taking in her scent. Faint traces of sea breeze and jasmine linger in my nostrils and my body reacts to that part of her that always drives me wild. All of a sudden it's warm in here and I can feel it. Damn her, she's controlling me and she isn't even here.

A husky laugh repeats in my ear followed by a mental image of her licking that full lower lip that I love to suck on so much. My breath catches in my chest and then I start to fight the ache.

Memories of what we've done together keep surfacing and I become forlorn. It's then that I finally realize this is the first time we've been away from each other since `we' became an `us'. So I do silly things that remind me of her, like watch her favorite DVD or listen to her cd collection. Food even offers me a little comfort, but not much. One particularly silly thought comes to mind. Faith and I had gone to pick up donuts for the gang...(no, it wasn't always Xander's job).

We bought the usual three dozen, six of them being jelly for Giles. He ranted whenever he reached for one and there were none left. It became an unspoken rule... `don't touch Gile's jellies' Faith always had an off-color response to that.

I, on the other hand, loved a Boston Creme fresh out of the oven. The baker always handed me one to eat right there, because he knew how much I loved them. Golden, light, flaky dough that tasted like honey all by itself, but the special treat was the creamy middle. A delectable concoction of vanilla and cinnamon flavored custard that eased onto my tongue filling my mouth with such wonderful flavor.

"Uh...damn B, getting kinda personal with that aren't ya?"

She cleared her throat as she watched me enjoy the pastry, licking the cream from my lips with the tip of my tongue.

"Faith, there's nothing better than this, wanna?" I dipped my finger into the remaining creme filled center and scooped a dollop onto my finger, offering it to her.

Make no mistake; I was well aware of my actions and what they were doing to her. There's just something about making Faith squirm that pleases me beyond belief.

Luscious, warm lips took in my fingertip and my knees almost buckled when I felt her tongue swab at the creme; applying the faintest hint of suction. I had played myself and she knew it.

"Mmmmm...B, guess it never hurts to try new things." She smiled lasciviously at me as she savored the creme on her tongue, and made sure I watched her while she did it.

That will always be one of my fondest memories, because she took me for the first time that day. Never underestimate the power of flour *wink*.

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Faith's POV

It's been a long goddamned seven days, a long goddamned flight...and all I want is two things, B sitting on my lap handing me an ice-cold Corona. Sorry scratch that, B sitting on my lap naked *yeah that's better* handing me an ice-cold Corona.

I told her not to worry about picking me up from the airport. There would be no stopping me once I saw her, and a dry assed peck on the lips wasn't gonna do it for me. Unfortunately, that's all she would've been willing to give me in the airport...*B's got this thing about certain behavior in public*

The cab ride was uneventful and it got me home soon enough. I didn't know how much I really missed her until I turned my key in that lock and the door opened to a pair of tear-filled green eyes. There she was...as kissable and beautiful as I kept dreaming about every night I was away from her.

My hands touched her face slowly, wiping away a tear; and I grabbed her in the doorway. She moaned into my mouth when I kissed her, probably because I dropped my bag on her foot! I'm not going to apologize for what she does to me.

"Oh baby, you just don't know..." Buffy has small hands but the slayer in her was ripping my clothes off before the door even closed.

"B...I uh...missed you t..."

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Buffy's POV

I heard the cab pull up; I'd been waiting with my slayer hearing on alert all afternoon. She didn't see me peaking through the curtains. Nobody walks like Faith, that stride that almost dares you to challenge her. That gorgeous mane of brown silk with chestnut highlights shining when the sun hits it. The ease that self-confidence brings just flows through her so easily.

Then her beauty gets me all fuzzy and I can't think straight. I fought and waited and compromised for the right to wash that hair. I'm the only one who gets the privilege of combing and caressing those dark tangles while she sits contently between my legs wearing only a towel.

The feel of her hands on me shook me from my inner-thoughts and I started to concentrate on my nipples being twisted. I had enough mercy on her to lead the way to our bedroom before I tore all her clothes off.

My jaw actually clenched and I could feel my teeth gnashing like some animal as I threw her on our bed and kissed her while my hands roamed freely over her taunt muscles.

"Tell me how much you missed me!" I snarled to her while I forced her legs apart and threw her thighs over my shoulder.

Patience be damned...I didn't or couldn't wait for her answer before I leaned forward and took her already swollen clit into my mouth. The taste of her overtook my senses and I was stunned. Something made me push my face into her savagely, not the gentle way we were both used to.

"UUUMMHHGG...B!" Faith struggled at first, playing the part. Slayer hormones went into overdrive and I retreated from her long enough to steady myself while cupping both ass-cheeks in my hands. Her soft, slick flesh seemed to cling to my tongue with every swipe it made. I couldn't remember her ever tasting this exotic, I wanted to drink her in and savor every drop.

Vague whimpering filled the room, and the sound of labored, fervent breathing followed by deep sighs and moans. My tongue had a mind of its own and went searching, as if looking for buried treasure. She rewarded me every time I felt more of her juices trickle into my mouth.

My teeth grazed her clit lightly teasing her with the smooth enamel. I wanted to see her face, watch as her desire overcame her. When I raised my head slightly, I laid eyes on the most feral gaze I had ever seen in my life. Faith's eyes lingered on mine, lids fluttering and half closed. The tip of her tongue darted slowly back and forth across her slack lips.

"Um...B...yes...fuck meeee..."

Her voice melted around me and I heard a faint `ssssss...' come from somewhere deep in her throat as her hips picked up momentum and rocked steadily, pushing my tongue further inside her undulating wetness. I feel a finger brush my nose gently as she began to stroke her clit in time with my licking and sucking.

"OOH...you...Yeahhhh!" Her back arched and her hand continued its frantic movements as she came in my mouth, giving me all of her. I lapped at her gladly with the flat of my tongue, gathering the warm cum that spilled out onto my face.

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Faith's POV

B had done me in; I had never cum like that before; with anyone. Was I ever going to return the favor. I moved on top of her straddling her thigh. My pussy lips spread wide on her skin and I could feel the tip of my rock hard clit rubbing her. We both thought she had drained me, but there it was; more of me dripping down her leg.

I took advantage of the lube and started grinding into her slowly, drawing out every delicious bit of friction. She reached up like she was hungry and took one of my sensitive nipples in her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth. B had always loved my tits, and right now she was reminding me just how much.

Slender arms slid around my back pulling me to her as she thrust up at me, pressing my leg down into her mound. I looked down at her and my hair enveloped her face. She was covered in me, my sweat, my cum.

"Cum for me B, I want to hear you." I slowed down and swiveled my hips in a circular motion, making sure our bodies never lost contact.

"Love you Faiii...oh...baby." I felt her tremble under me and I lowered myself onto her gently, taking her in my arms.

"Let it go sexiness...no one will ever make you feel like I do." I buried my face in her shoulder and cradled her as she came against me.

She laughed then, that husky breathless laugh that only I knew about. The one that meant she was totally satisfied.

"Faith?"

"Yeah babe?"

"I've got a serious craving for one of my thingies, get me a donut?"



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