The Christmas Hunt

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of ‘em wish I did (cos I’d be stinking rich!)major props to joss for giving us something to play with!! Fore warning this is gonna be pretty much pure fluff and smut!! Enjoy



There were still two weeks to go but Buffy had insisted on the decorations already. Faith lay across the sofa as Buffy bounced around the room hanging random colourful bits of paper or foil.

“Come on Faith, where’s your Christmas spirit?” Buffy unceremoniously plonked herself down on her lover’s stomach.

“It’s over on the side there next to all the others, somewhere between Jack and Bells.” She grinned a little at the playfulness in Buffy, it was too hard to fight her bouncy moods, and they were infectious; like a happy virus.

“You know that’s not what I meant! Now get up and help me – I can’t reach up there,” Buffy pointed above her and Faith, as she did a little of her shirt rose exposing her flat stomach.

“Up where?” Buffy pointed again just before Faith grabbed her and mercilessly tickled any bare skin she could reach. Buffy just cried out laughing not really trying to stop it.

Breathlessly she fell down onto Faith still giggling, “So when are we going shopping?” she lazily drew patterns on Faith’s chest as two strong arms circled her waist.

“What for munchkin? The cupboards are already busting out with all the Christmas food you bought; it’s even filling the basement!”

“Faith there is more to Christmas than the food; we need to buy the presents too!”

Faith rolled her eyes, “You know I was expecting something a little more thoughtful than that B. Besides I’ve done all my shopping already, and if you think I’m letting you drag me into every store this side of Europe you have got another thing coming!”

Buffy rose up from her, “You’ve done it already,” she swatted at Faith before whining, “and without me.” She went to get up, but Faith pulled her back.

“Hey, hey. I can’t buy your present if you’re there can I; it ruins the surprise on the day. But I’m here now aren’t I; we put the decorations up together just like you asked me to.” She pulled Buffy back down to her and cupped her cheek in her hand. “Now c’mere blondie,”

Faith closed the gap between them pressing their warm lips together, soft and gentle.

“Besides it’s no fun for me if you know what I got ya. Now you wanted some help?” Buffy rested her head down against Faith,

“Nah it can wait till morning. So where is it? If you already bought it, where’d you hide it hmm?” Faith was playing with the loose golden hair,

“As if B, there is no way I went through all that trouble just so I’d tell you where I put it. Honestly, you can’t get it out of me that easily,” She felt Buffy smile against her,

“We’ll just have to see about that won’t we?” Buffy moved her hands down to Faith’s hips teasing the hem of her shirt as she licked and sucked on Faith’s neck.

Faith quietly hissed at the suddenness of the touch, and promptly draped her arms over the smaller woman; Buffy shifted her weight and forced a knee between Faith’s.

“You gonna tell me where you hid them?” She pulled up her knee to meet with Faith’s already needy core. “Or am I just going to have to get really nasty.” Buffy felt the woman under her move on her thigh; she openly grinned as she pulled apart the flimsy shirt encasing her lover’s ample chest. Faith sighed through gritted teeth as two soft hands grasped roughly at the tender flesh, she was still trying to create enough friction between her and that elusive knee.

“Oh come on B, you know it’s not going to be, ungh! That easy do you. Oh god, do that again!”

Quick fingers were teasing and pulling at the nipples aching against the material as her gifted mouth trailed wet kisses further down her naturally tanned body. Goosebumps rose after every touch of the velvet of her lips, the cold air in the room heightening the chill. Buffy moved her knee away and smirked evilly at the desperate groan of loss. She trailed her fingers down the brunette’s sides and watched her squirm slightly at the touch, her hands rested at the top of the low hung jeans. She looked up watching Faith’s eyes dark with lust, she never looked away from her as she slowly dragged her tongue along the skin just above.

In one fluid movement she had removed the offending clothing; Faith threw her head back as nails grazed her thighs. Being careful not to actually bite her, Buffy sensually removed the almost none existent underwear.

“Damn, I knew there was a reason I put those on today!” Faith was craning her neck to watch everything the shorter woman was doing.

“Was there really any point, there’s nothing to them!” Buffy was stroking the warm skin on the inner of Faith’s thighs, “Now are you really sure that you don’t want to tell me where they are?” Buffy lowered her head and blew cold air all over Faith’s wet centre. The body before her shuddered expectantly, she could hear feral growls as she teased the skin around the aching muscles. She almost fell about laughing at the sounds Faith made when she lapped just once at the glistening folds before her.

“You want some more?” She blew on the skin once more as confirming moans reached her ears, “You only have to tell me where just one is,” without warning she entered Faith with just one finger, the height Faith bucked her hips was impressive. “To get just that little bit more,” The tension was building, she needed the release but Buffy wasn’t about to offer it to her without a trade.

“Bite me Summers. I’m not going to ruin all the time and effort I spent finding them, wrapping and all that junk!”

Buffy raised her head to meet with Faith’s raven pools, her eyes almost black with lust, “If you insist.” She nipped the skin from her knee to her aching groin; her evil smirk went unnoticed as she engulfed the small bundle of nerves in her mouth. She held down her bucking hips as she nibbled and sucked forcefully on the throbbing clit.

“Oh GOD BUFFY, please, I think… I think I’m gonna… god I’m gonna, hey!” Buffy pulled away from Faith, standing and walked around the panting slayer.

“What did you do that for?” Buffy smirked and pecked her on the nose.

“You wouldn’t tell me.” She walked away twirling Faith’s underwear on her finger. Faith slammed her head back on the sofa, she was hot, horny and Buffy had left her high and dry.

“Damn that woman! Gahh!! Now I’m just gonna have to finish where she left off!” She carefully padded to the other side of the room to her secret little ‘stash’ that Buffy didn’t know about. She had made Faith get rid of most of all of it out of just pure jealousy. “A good skin flick outta sort this out,” she reached in and pulled out her favourite. She opened the case and her face dropped, a post-it note, no movie a damn post-it.

“Sorry Faithy, just tell me and you can have them all back!!”

She knew she’d done her shopping already? Thanks Red, ratted me out!! And what does she mean all? She pulled out the rest and frantically opened them; post-it after post-it mocked her again. Fine, she had other means! She ran to her room and pulled out the loose floor board, the space below was empty except for one little thing,

“Fucking post-its!! I’m gonna get you Summers!!” Another brain wave flashed, the internet! Five minutes that’s all I need, she flicked on the computer to find a password screen.

“Buffy!! Damn you!!” she yelled through the house.

Another voice chimed from below, “You only have to tell me!!”