Love Bug

Buffy and Faith heard the screams long before they saw what was causing them: they raced through the graveyard, pelting past tombs and crypts until they came to one crypt whose door was standing open. The screams were coming from inside. There seemed to be two voices, shrilly caterwauling in horror and disgust. They paused for only a second to glance at one another, resolve fig thg their features; then they burst inside.

Two figures writhed on the stone floor, frantically batting and slapping at thousands of tiny beetles that swarmed over them. Firelight glinted off of their iridescent carapaces and the sound of thousands of tiny shells sliding past one another was dry and whispery. The screams of the two figures was lessening, their struggles slowing.

“What the fuck are those!” Faith looked over at Buffy.
“Don’t know, don’t care, those people are in trouble.”
Faith looked at multmultitude of insects with disgust; Buffy started forward but the other Slayer stilled her with an upraised hand.

“B, exactly how do you plan on fighting these things, unless you happen to have a giant size can of Raid handy?”

Caught by the desire to act and the realization the Faith’s words were right, Buffy looked desperately around the crypt for the source of the strange bugs. Laid out on the floor were circles of sand, candles and cryptic chalk marks and in the centre, a large stone urn. As the two Slayers watched more beetles poured over the lip of the jar and scurried over towards the pulsing mass of insects that shrouded the two people on the floor.

“It’s got to be some kind of spell! We have to destroy that, that—vase thing!” She pointed towards the urn, “Look cover my back, I’ll try to smash the vase and you keep the bugs off me.”

“Sure thing, Lord knows how much I love fighting bugs.” Faith swallowed past her rising gorge. She’d always had a “thing” about bugs; too often she’d had to deal with cockroaches and other creepy-crawlies at some of the dives she’d stayed in. B had probably never had to squish a cockroach in her entire lily white, middle-class life. She hoped that Buffy was right and they would break the spell by destroying the urn, otherwise... She shuddered and rolled her eyes, moving close behind the other girl. Buffy took off her jacket and held it in front of her; as soon as she stepped over the line of the sand circle the bugs, which had been ignoring her until now, scuttled busily in her direction. She began to sweep her coat back and forth, clearing a path to the urn. It rapidly became obvious that her efforts were futile. The beetles swarmed towards her, circling behind the two girls, mindlessly intent on their target.

“Hurry the fuck up B!” Frantic, Faith tried stomping the bugs. Her boots began to skid and slip in the masses of crunched beetles.

“Oh God this is gross! Give me a plain old Polgara demon any day.” So saying, Buffy darted forward and lifted up the jar, holding it overhead, preparing to smash it. Beetles racp hep her arms searching for her flesh. As Buffy threw the urn down, she heard Faith’s revolted cries behind her. She risked a look and saw the other girl, swatting and flailing at the beetles that had crawled up her legs towards her. The urn hit the floor and shattered. Shards of stone skittered across the floor in a burst of eerie light. The two girls felt a rush of magic crest, and then fade; the spell was broken. The crypt echoed with the sound of thousands of dead and dying beetles, pattering onto the floor.

“Faith are you—ouch!” One last tenacious beetle had reached the neckline of Buffy’s shirt and reaching bare flesh, bit her, causing a sharp pain followed by lingering warmth. Her hand closed around the insect and reflexively crushed it, smearing goo all over her hand. She gagged and wiped her hand on her pants.

“Jesus! Jesus, they’re all over me!” Buffy heard the panicky tone in Faith’s voice and forgot her own disgust and rushed over to her. She brushed off the last of the dead insects and grabbed Faith’s arms stilling her.

“Faith! Faith—listen! They’re dead; you don’t have any bugs on you.” Faith’s brown eyes were shining with barely suppressed terror. “Look, don’t wig on me now, we have to check on those people.” The brunette nodded dumbly and shuddered. She visibly took hold of her emotions and looked over at the two prone figures. Cautiously they approached.

“Are they dead?” Faith asked.

“I don’t think so—look.” As the two girls watched, the figures stirred and struggled out from underneath the masses of dead insects. Staggering, a teenaged boy stood up and turned to haul up a younger teenaged girl beside him. They looked dazed as they brushed the last few beetles from themselves.

“Wha-what happened?” the boy said.

Faith’s fear and loathing sparked into anger and she blasted the pair.

“The fuck you think happened, Loser? You were covered in godammed bugs! What were you doing?” Anger broadened her voice, stressing her North Boston accent; Loser became loosah, God was Gawd. She stood fists knotted, breathing heavy, glaring at the two teens. Buffy sensed Faith’s rage was rising from her shame and embarrassment, she had been so afraid of those bugs. She placed a gentle restraining hand on her companion’s arm.

“It’s okay Faith.” She said quietly, she turned to the kids. “I know you right?” She pointed at the boy, “You go to Sunnydale High?”

He turned glazed eyes to her,

“Yeah, I’m J—” He swallowed and started again “Jeff Pruitt, this is Nancy” He indicated the swaying girl at his side, “she goes to Kent Prep.” He finished and stared dumbly at the two Slayers then at his girlfriend Nancy. Tentatively she crept over into his arms and hugged him tightly. He murmured to her and began to nuzzle her hair.

“What were you two doing” Buffy prodded, “Magic?”

“Nothing really—just some…stuff. Messing around you know?” Meanwhile Nancy began to trail kisses down his neck. Jeff hugged her to him tightly. She made a pleased sound, and stroked his chest suggestively.

Appalled at their teenaged groping Faith muttered “Get a room, why don’tcha?” She shook her head and thought,an’tan’t figure these two out, less than a minute ago they had been covered in thousands of fricken’ bugs and now they were acting like they just couldn’t wait to get into the back seat of Daddy’s car. She looked over at Buffy. The blonde read her look and shrugged imperceptibly as if to say; Don’t ask me, I don’t get what’s going on either. Faith rolled her tense shoulders and stalked away, Still feels like I’ve got bugs on me, she thought. She wandered around the crypt, skirting the drifts of dead insects. By the time she had completed one circuit, she saw Jeff and Nancy disappearing through the door.

“Did they fess up as to what they were doing? She asked. Buffy shook her head and frowned.

“No, they remained the incoherent horn-dogs you saw earlier. I was afraid if I kept talking to them they’d start dry humping right here so I let them go. We can catch up with Jeff at school if there’s any major problem. I say we head back to the library and give Giles and Wesley the what’s-what about this whole deal.”

Absently Buffy rubbed her arms, she felt decidedly peculiar. The air in the crypt was too hot and close. She was desperate to get outside and cool off. Probably should mention to Giles that one of those bugs bit me, she thought as she scratched at the spot. Her clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable. She had a moment’s wild urge to peel off her top and bra aet tet the cool night air caress her body. Jeeze! The ‘Jeff and Nancy show’ must’ve got to me, what’s wrong with 'that' picture? She headed for the door with Faith trailing behind her. They two girls headed back to the library.

“S’up B? You’re awful quiet.” Startled Buffy jerked her mind back from her fantasies about…something. She couldn’t recall exactly what she’d been thinking of, just vague impressions of heat and sweaty skins bumping and sliding past one another. She stared hard at Faith, not answering. Faith was wearing one of her usual “stalk and slay” outfits and Buffy’s gaze was drawn to the tight leather pants and the tiny slice of belly revealed by her too small top. She chewed on her lower lip, she wanted to drop to her knees and run her tongue over that scrap of tender flesh framed by the waistband of Faith’s pants and the hem of her top. Idly she thought, I wonder what her skin tastes like. Her mouth watered at the thought. Shocked Buffy realized the decidedly steamy direction her thoughts were taking. She shook herself and dragged her gaze up to meet Faith’s.

“N-nothing, just tired I guess.” She felt herself blush heatedly at the lie.

Faith watched her puzzled; she looked down to see what Buffy had been staring at, was her fly unzipped or something?

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed.” Buffy shook her head, crossing her arms nervously in front of her.

Faith narrowed her eyes; she looks strange, almost like she’s….her mind picked at the idea, when it clicked she grunted in surprise, my god, little ole’ B’s horny as all get out. That’s odd, we didn’t get much slaying action on this patrol. She smiled broadly at the thought of excited Buffy, knowing her only recourse for relief would be to bring herself off alone. Why she won’t let me help her with that problem…She heaved at deep sigh and then grinned when she caught Buffy staring fixedly at her breasts as they lifted and fell with her breath. Fuck me! B’s gotta have it so bad she’s checking me out! Despite knowing that it was futile, Faith began to feel slippery warmth between her legs at the thought of Buffy being aroused by her. It certainly beat thinking about those awful bugs. She put an extra sway into her hips and arched her back to display herself more prominently for Buffy’s gaze.

Buffy was in agony. She was painfully aroused by the sight and smell of the other girl strolling beside her. What’s wrong with me! I don’t like girls that way. Her thoughts were in turmoil. Every mental chastisement she told herself sank into the morass of desire that was swamping her brain. She ached for Faith, longed to crush her body to her and lick the entire length of her soft skin. Angel never got me this worked up. Miserable, provoked and half mad with lust, she watched Faith’s hips rolling like oiled ball bearings under the tight leather pants.

Faith was enjoying teasing Buffy. She was plotting other ways to get the blonde even more stirred up when she thought she felt something moving on her back. Horror enveloped her and she scrabbled at her back.

“There’s one still on me! Get it off!” She spun crazily swiping at her back. For a moment Buffy watched her contortions with a dazed and sultry gaze, until the panic in the other Slayer’s voice penetrated the hazy fog enveloping her brain. Buffy leaped forward and pulled Faith’s jacket off and tossed it on the ground. The two girls lurched forward and Faith found herself pressed up against the cool marble of a headstone. She felt Buffy’s tiny hands tugging, then tearing her shirt down the back, parting it in two. Buffy’s hands searched the smooth paleness of Faith’s back, quartered only by the straps of the black bra she was wearing. There was no evidence of a beetle.

“There’s nothing there, Faith. You’re imagining things.” Buffy slowly stroked the other girl’s skin, soothing the jumping muscles. Gradually, her strokes lengthened and slowed, sliding across the smooth satiny skin under her fingertips. Faith was trapped against the gravestone, held there by the slow caresses from Buffy’s hands. Her ruined shirt flapped against her shoulders. She shrugged and it slipped down her arms onto the ground. Buffy’s hands smoothed across the cap of muscle on Faith’s shoulder. Without quite knowing why, she stepped closer to the other girl, one hand dropping to steal around and rest on the bared skin of her belly. Faith groaned when she felt the little puffs of heated breath on her back and shoulders. Buffy’s mouth was so unbearably close to her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in gooseflesh as Faith felt the echo of Buffy’s heart in the thundering pulse of her own.

Cursing herself for trying to be noble, she forced words from her passion-thickened throat.

“Listen B—” She jumped when she felt Buffy’s hand tighten, pulling her into intimate contact with her body. Buffy’s breasts were firmly pressed against Faith’s almost naked back and her hand was sensuously tracing the muscles on her stomach, threatening to dip down below the waistband of her pants. She groaned and tried once more.

“We should go and find Giles and Wes and tell them about what went on tonight, maybe there was something erouerous about that vase-thing, something could’ve gone wrong…” Like this, Faith’s mind insisted, as much as I’ve dreamed about getting you in this exact position, this isn’t right and you and I both know that… Her resolve to do the right thing was rapidly crumbling with every caress from Buffy’s hand, every second her body remained pressed up against Buffy’s. Faith’s insides were a coiled mass of wet heat, she couldn’t recall every feeling so helpless in her desire; she was terrified that the wrong word, the wrong move would cause Buffy to stop, or even worse continue, and do something she would regret later.

“Does this seem dangerous to you Faith?” Buffy’s voice sounded different, throaty and smoky and yearning. She undulated sexily. Faith could feel the silk of her blouse like a fall of cool water sliding across her back, the tips of Buffy’s breasts traced lines and patterns of wanting. She continued. “What’s the matter, I thought you liked danger? I thought you 'got off' on it.” She punctuated her words with a wet swipe with her tongue, licking up the side of Faith’s neck and sucking on her ear. She moaned helpless to deny the surge of desire Buffy was making her feel.


Buffy reveled in her erotic power over Faith. Being in charge, calling the shots, was a new experience for her and it was like a drug. Each moan and sigh she elicited from her prey made her more aroused. The thin thread of nervous tension she sensed from Faith was also acting as a potent stimulus to her own desire. Faith’s heated and perfumed skin slid under her hot mouth. Such soft, warm skin. Her thoughts were impressions, subsumed to the intensity of her need. She couldn’t stop. Deep down a small shocked part of her was surprised by her brazen actions, but it was drowning in newfound feelings of sex and heat and desire.

Buffy slipped her hands up Faith’s ribs and cupped the heavy weight of her breasts in her hands. Her breasts were larger than her own and Buffy reveled in the difference. Approvingly, she held them, tracing tempting fingers over the slick satin of her bra. She smiled to herself when she felt Faith’s taut nipples and heard her breathless moans. Impatient, Buffy pulled the bra up with a soft growl, freeing the other girl’s breasts for her greedy hands. Faith spread her legs and arched back into Buffy who teased and pulled at her aching nipples. The strength knewknew was contained within Buffy’s petite frame acted like a spur on Faith’s fevered mind. She could bend me over this stone and fuck me silly…and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She bit her lip, until now she had tried to keep as quiet as she could, afraid to alarm Buffy and end her intense erotic explorations. But the sensation of the blonde’s hands on her breasts, the gentle touches, the eager tugs and pinches were too much.

“So. Fucking. Good. Don’t stop—feels so good…”

“Like it baby? Hmmm?”

Her ragged breathing was answer enough. Still pressed against her back, Buffy sucked and lapped at Faith’s neck. Her hands never stopped caressing the brunette. Stunned with desire, Faith belatedly began to stroke any part of Buffy she could reach; running her hands down her thighs, tousling her hair. When her hand strayed near her mouth, Buffy nibbled and sucked on her fingers, making Faith gasp and press harder against her.

“Kiss me Faith, I want to taste you.”

Released by those words; she turned and seized Buffy, crushing her mouth in a demanding kiss; transmitting all of her heat and passion to the blond, with teeth, and lips, and tongue. Once the initial frenzy was over, Faith slowed her pace and teased Buffy. She wanted to make her sigh and groan the way she had for Buffy.

“Ooh. Yes. Yes.”

“Yes what?” Faith ran her tongue across Buffy’s lower lip and paused staring at her challengingly, hand cupping her face gently; Buffy stared back, all huge green eyes and raging need.

“This?” Faith answered for her as she kissed her deeply, tongue sliding into the wet cave of Buffy’s mouth.

“Or this?” She then bit Buffy’s pouty lower lip and sucked gently. Buffy moaned and fisted her hands in Faith’s hair, kissing her madly, grinding her hips against the other girl.

Laughing softly, she broke the kiss and tugged Buffy down to the dewy grass, pulling her small but curvy body onto hers. “Maybe this?” and Faith slid her hands up underneath the shirt Buffy was wearing and skimmed her thumbs over the blonde’s breasts and tight nipples. To her sensitized fingertips the lace of Buffy’s bra felt like exquisite tracery. The flesh she could feel was cool and supple; it molded perfectly into the palm of her hand. Buffy leaned back and let Faith fondle and stroke her. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure and the breathlcriecries and groans she was making were driving Faith crazy with need.

Wantonly, Buffy swayed and ground into Faith, rolling her hips, creating delicious friction. The cool grass felt very good to Faith’s heated skin. She knew they were right out in the open, in a graveyard, where anyone, vamp or human could be watching. Fuck! We could be in the middle of the fricken Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade and I’d still let B do this to me, her thoughts trailed off as Buffy bucked harder against her, desperate to feel Faith’s wet sex against her own.

“B! I can’t take much more…”

From her perch straddling Faith’s thigh, Buffy’s smile was the smile of a predator, purd sid simple-minded towards it prey. Faith’s gut lurched with pleasure at the dark promise contained in her gaze. She watched as Buffy licked a heated path down her stomach until finally, she settled herself between her thighs and tugged at her belt.

“Are you wet for me baby, do you want me tote yte you?”

She asked 'that' so innocently, her eyes locked on Faith’s. The brunette groaned and trembled, unsure she could speak coherently. Her blood was humming, and she ached to be touched, to have Buffy’s warm, wet mouth on her. Still…? B definitely wasn’t acting like herself tonight. Tenderly, she smoothed Buffy’s hair back from her face and asked the question that was really plaguing her.

“Are you sure—you don’t have to—”

In answer, Buffy grunted as she yanked on Faith’s pants.

“Off. Now!”

She needed no more encouragement; she shimmed out of her pants, and kicked off her boots. It was a difficult task as Buffy was being very distracting, kissing and tonguing her skin as it was slowly
exposed. Pulling off her blouse, Buffy explained,
> “I need to feel your skin on mine.”

Faith was almost too far gone to notice the angry red bite mark the beetle had left. But through the fog she glimpsed the bite and sat up, making Buffy sit up too; the blond pouted and squirmed trying to get back to nuzzling Faith’s thighs.

“What’s that?”

“What?—S’nothing baby, let me kiss you…”

“No--look!” Faith gave Buffy a little shake and pointed with her chin at the bite. Buffy glanced at it quickly, shrugged and tried to wrest free of the other girl’s grip. Gingerly Faith traced the bite mark with her fingers then pressed gently. Buffy hissed in pain, and then threw her headk ask as a wave of roaring pleasure rocked her body.
“Oh! Oh! Faith! Yes God! More!” Gasping, she lowered her lashes over her lust-filled gaze, gazing coyly at Faith. Unknowingly her tongue licked at her lower lip, seeking the remembered taste of the brunette's skin. Faith could feel Buffy’s juices soaking through her pants onto her thigh where she was perched.

“Do that once more…” she pleaded “I’m really close…”

“Fuck No! B, this is fucked up. Something’s really wrong with you.”

Faith scowled, in order to hide her worry and the crushing sense of loss she felt. Knew this was too good to be true, no way B’d go for me willingly, she’s under some kind of spell. Angrily she stood up, and began dragging on her pants; her top was a loss, she’d just have to cover herself with her jacket. Dismayed, Buffy crawled across the grass towards her, clutching Faith and pressing her face into her belly.

“Please don’t go—did I do something wrong?”

Her hand shook as she gently brushed back Buffy’s hair and tilted her chin up to look at her.
“No—you didn’t do any—anything wrong. But we need to take you to see Giles. Okay?”

“Why?” Buffy’s eyes were becoming calculating and angry. Faith sighed when she realized she’d have to play her along for a bit.

“Look, we check in with Giles, give him the all clear, so he’s not all worried, then you n’me can head back to the hotel and do things right. I want to take my time with you, I want to make you come all night long for me. I want it to be special between us.”

Faith’s insides twisted because she knew that last part wasn’t a lie at all; she really did want to make love to Buffy. She hoped the sincerity in her voice, the trembling need, would lure Buffy back to the library with her. It was a pyrrhic victory when she saw Buffy’s eyes soften and then shine with unshed tears.

“You want it to be special me? me?”

“More than anything B. More than anything…”

Faith waited until Buffy had finished gathering her clothes. Then, she held out her hand and smiled, despite her heavy heart, at the blond when she twined her fingers trustingly through her own. Together, they headed back through the graveyard towards the library.

End of Part One…