Coach

Title: Coach
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Femmeslash of the Faith/Dawn kind; this bothers you, don’t read
Disclaimer: Not mine-belongs to Joss Whedon
Spoilers: Set a few years post season 7, Dawn is over the age of 18

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Faith leans against the doorframe, her booted feet crossed in front of her as she watches the scene in front of her under half-closed eyes. Dawn Summers, B’s not so little sister is sprawled on her bed, belly down, her knees bent and feet wiggling in the air. A lap top is in front of her as she surfs the net, her long, skinny fingers flying over the keyboard. Her long brown hair is up in two messy pigtails, small strands escaping almost everywhere. She’s wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of black bikini briefs.

“How was patrol?” Dawn asks, not even looking away from the screen in front of her.

“Fine.” Faith kicks off her boots and unbuttons her leather pants. “B call?”

“Yep.” Dawn chirps. “Her and Willow are staying with Angel tonight so they won’t be back until at least tomorrow afternoon.

“That’s nice.” Faith sits down beside Dawn and runs one finger up the key’s back. “So, what are you doing?”

“Translating.” Dawn swallows heavily but forces herself to keep looking at the screen. “I’ll probably be a while so you go ahead and do whatever you need to do.”

“Works for me.” Faith drawls.

Dawn is rather disappointed when Faith just stands up but doesn’t say anything. Faith still isn’t comfortable with the emotional part of their relationship and Dawn doesn’t want to pressure her. So, she goes back to translating the text Giles e-mailed her, once again getting completely absorbed in the ancient Sumerian. A while later, she hears what sounds like shaving cream and then feels something wet touch the back of her thigh. She turns her head to see Faith grinning at her, a can a reddi whip in her hand.

“Hey, you know slaying always makes me hungry and horny.” Faith defends. “Figured it’d be best to cure both with one stone. You just keep focused on that translation.”

Dawn looks back at the screen but is completely unable to focus on what’s in front of her because she’s too curious as to what Faith is planning. Then something wet touches her thigh, cleaning up the whip cream. Dawn moans and spreads her legs.

“Damn, baby, you taste so good.” Faith purrs, licking a trail up the inside of Dawn’s thigh before going back down, being sure to get every drop of whip cream. Her eyes close and she breaths deep, Dawn’s arousal causing her own cunt to grow moist. She grabs the can and shakes it before spraying again, this time covering the panel of cloth over Dawn’s pussy.

Dawn moans, her eyes fluttering shut. Her legs spread even further and she pushes up slightly, trying to give Faith even more access to her now very aroused center.

Faith licks up all the whip cream, being sure to keep each lick hard enough for Dawn to feel but light enough to keep her from really getting anything out of it. So, by the time Faith has cleaned up black fabric of Dawn’s panties, the key is panting, her hips grinding down into the bed. Faith drags her down a little and flips her over, running her hands up Dawn’s longs legs.

“Please, baby.” Dawn begs, trying to drag Faith onto her with her legs.

“Not yet.” Faith replies, once again grabbing the whip cream. “I’m still hungry.” She then draws a circle around each of Dawn’s breasts, the cream soaking into the fabric. She straddles Dawn’s body and leans down to lap up the cream, being sure to avoid Dawn’s rock-hard nipples.

Dawn arches into Faith, her hands pulling the slayer closer. She brings a knee up to rub harshly against Faith’s pussy, knowing it will make the slayer hurry up; she’s not disappointed.

Faith moans and rocks herself against Dawn’s knee, her mouth moving over to suck harshly on Dawn’s right nipple through the tank.

Dawn screeches.

“God, baby, you know what it does to me to see you like this?” Faith growls, pulling back to look down at Dawn. The key’s face is flushed red, her bottom lip swollen from biting it. Her nipples are rock hard and slightly visible due to Faith’s mouth.

Dawn grabs the hem of her tank and pulls up off, knocking her laptop onto the floor in the process. She then grabs Faith’s hands and places them onto her breasts, both girls groaning at the contact.

Faith kneads the globes firmly, only stopping long enough to remove her own tank top. Then she lays down on top of Dawn, their breasts rubbing against each other as they share their first kiss of the night.

Dawn pulls away from the intensity of her lust and just kisses Faith, trying to show the dark haired slayer her feelings through their mouths. She gently nips Faith’s bottom lip before sucking gently on it over and over until Faith whimpers. Then and only then, does she move her tongue into Faith’s mouth.

Faith rubs her tongue against Dawn’s wanting the key to feel everything she can’t say. After a few minutes, they break the kiss and move onto their sides, hands rubbing up and down each others bodies.

Dawn pushes on Faith’s leather pants, wanting the tight fabric off. Once it’s down to Faith’s hips, Dawn crawls down Faith’s body to push them the rest of the way off, dropping kisses as she goes. Once the pants are off, Dawn scoots back until she’s centered over Faith’s wet, delicious smelling cunt. In one smooth move, she rips Faith’s barely there thongs off and bends down to lick once at the slayer’s folds. She feels Faith moving her body until she can feel Faith’s hot breaths against her pussy. She moans when Faith tears her panties off. Then they’re both going at it, licking, sucking, and nibbling for all they’re worth.

Faith licks up as much of Dawn’s juices as she can, closing her eyes at the taste of her girlfriend. Her eyes slam open with a squeal when Dawn bites her clit, small bursts of pleasure shooting through her body. Realizing her girlfriend is about to make her come, Faith dives back in, sucking and nipping at Dawn’s clit like a rabid dog.

They come at the same time, both groaning loudly as they flood each other’s mouth.

Once Dawn feels like she can move, she crawls back up Faith’s body and collapses on top of her girlfriend, pressing a lazy kiss against the slayer’s lips.

“Dawn, you tired?” Faith asks quietly after few minutes.

“No, not really, why?” Dawn replies.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do but I don’t know if you’ll…”

“Baby, you know I’ll do anything short of bringing a third person in.” Dawn interrupts. “That’s more of Buffy’s thing.”

“I’m not sharing you.” Faith states firmly. “You still have B’s cheerleading uniform?”

“Yes.” Dawn replies.

“Go put it on.” Faith orders. “And the top but no bra or panties.”

Dawn nods and runs over to her closet to find the clothing.

Faith grabs a box out from under the bed and walks into the bath room. She opens it and pulls out the birthday gift Red got her, or actually made her. Red’s the only one that knows about her and Dawn and beside threatening to kill her with a shovel if she breaks Dawn’s heart, the witch doesn’t care. Faith reads the note tucked inside careful and then pulls out the small tube inside with a skeptical look. But Faith trusts Red and Red says it’ll work, then it’ll work. She spreads her legs and shoves the tube inside herself, gasping as the magic does its thing. Within a few moments, she’s sporting a huge cock. Curious, she wraps her hand around it and shudders. It feels like having someone touch her clit, only better. She knows it’s magic but it feels like the cock is hers, like it’s part of her body. She grabs the fluffy robe hanging on the back of the door and puts it on, wanting the cock to be a surprise. She can’t wait to fuck Dawn. She has to brace her hand on the wall, the tightening in her cock causing her to stumble. With determined mind, she steps out of the bathroom and then almost trips, her mouth dropping open at the sight of Dawn.

Dawn is a good five inches taller than B so while the waist of the cheerleading skirt fits, the length doesn’t. Faith can see the wet curls of Dawn’s pussy. And the top, she wonders if it hasn’t been shrunken, the fabric molding Dawn’s breasts like a glove, her aroused nipples poking out. Biting her lip, determined to follow through with her fantasy, she sits down on Dawn’s bed, looking up at Dawn with a raised eyebrow.

“Faith?” Dawn questions.

“We’re going to play a little game.” Faith says, standing up and walking over to Dawn’s desk. She turns the chair around and sits down, looking up at Dawn. “I’m going to be the football coach and you’re going to be the slutty little cheerleader who just can’t keep her panties on and her legs closed and I’ve been asked to talk to you about it by the principal.”

Dawn nods, shifting her weight at the lustful look Faith is giving her. She walks out of her room and knocks on the door.

“Come in.” Faith says, making her voice sound a little huskier than normal. “Oh, Miss Summers, have a seat.

Dawn walks across the room, swaying her hips from side to side. She ‘accidentally’ knocks over a book and bends down to pick it up, giving Faith a great view of her bare ass.

Faith groans lightly, her hands clenching around the arm handles to keep from grabbing Dawn.

Dawn sits down on the bed across from Faith, her legs spread open and her skirt almost around her waists.

“Miss Summers, cover yourself.” Faith scolds.

Instead of closing her legs, Dawn slips a hand between her legs, her fingers playing lightly over her moistening folds. “I’m sorry.”

“You must stop being a dirty little slut, Miss Summers.” Faith says, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs in discomfort.

“I can’t help it.” Dawn whispers. “I’m soooo horny. I feel so empty and frustrated all the time but no matter how many little high school boy dicks I have inside me, the need never goes away.”

“You don’t orgasm?” Faith asks.

Dawn downcasts her eyes. “I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be asking me that.”

“Miss Summers, I can see your nipples poking through your shirt and see your fingers playing with your clit.” Faith comments. “I believe we are well past appropriate.”

“No.” Dawn whispers. “The boys always blow their tops way to early.”

“Have you tried masturbating?” Faith questions.

“Yes but I can’t seem to do any better than the boys.” Dawn admits.

“Maybe if you have a little bit of instruction, you might do a better job.” Faith says. “I can help you out, if you like.”

Dawn looks up and licks her lips. “What would you like me to do?”

“Touch yourself.” Faith orders. “Start with your tits.”

Dawn slides her hands up her body and cups her breasts, squeezing the globes firmly.

“They’re not balls of dough, Miss Summers.” Faith says. “Squeeze them gently.”

Dawn follows Faith’s orders, kneading her breasts gently. “It feels good but my nipples ache.”

“Pinch them.” Faith suggests.

Dawn pinches her nipples, moaning softly at the shocks of pleasure the action gives.

“Tug and pull.” Faith uncrosses her legs, trying to get some of the pressure off her rock hard cock. “Pull your shirt up but don’t take it off; you never know who might knock.”

Dawn pulls her shirt far enough up to reveal her breasts and then resumes her caresses. “It feels so good.” Dawn moans, twisting and pulling on the hard, little nubs.

Faith slides open the bottom drawer of Dawn’s desk and pulls out another box. She removes two small clamps and then walks over to Dawn. “Squeeze them hard, Miss Summers.”

Dawn obeys, pulling almost painfully onto her aroused nipples. She groans deep in her throat when she feels Faith’s hands on her body and opens her eyes just in time to see the slayer situate a nipple clamp over her very hard right nipple. She hisses at the pain, her body shuddering. She hisses again when Faith clamps her left nipple and looks up at the slayer, licking her lips again. “Coach, what are you doing?”

“Slutty bad girls deserve a little pain.” Faith purrs and sits back down. “Now, let’s leave them be for a while an focus on that wet pussy of yours. Does it make you hot, having me watch you touch yourself?”

“Yes.” Dawn slides her hands down her body and slips her fingers between her legs.

“Why?” Faith asks.

“Because I’m a dirty little slut.” Dawn whispers, scooting to the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs further, her skirt hiking up around her waist and runs one finger between her soaking folds. “See, I’m soooo horny that I’m dripping down my own thighs.”

“Put two fingers inside yourself.” Faith orders. “Thrust them slowly but do not touch your clit, understand?”

Dawn nods and obeys. After only a few thrusts, her entire hand is soaked, her body more aroused than she ever remembers it being. She was a little nervous about this fantasy thing but now that it’s happening, it’s the hottest thing in the world. “Coach, may I add another finger?”

“Yes, you may.” Faith replies. “And spread those legs further; I want to see.”

Dawn spreads her legs until both of her thighs are touching the mattress, her entire pussy bare. “Like this?”

“Like that.” Faith agrees. “Add a fourth finger and fuck yourself.”

Dawn moans, her body stretching around the four fingers she shoves inside herself. Then she starts fucking herself quickly, the large room filled with the slurping sound her body makes.

“Use your other hand to flick your nipples.” Faith orders.

Dawn moves her free hand up her body and flicks her right nipple lightly. Then she screams, the pain/pleasure causing her body to flood her hand. She does the left on and gets the same reaction. Like the slut she’s pretending to be, her hands fly over her body, flicking and thrusting for all she’s worth. After a few minutes, she feels the familiar build up in her body and prepares herself for the upcoming orgasm.

Faith stands up and moves in front of Dawn, licking her lips as Dawn screams her orgasm. The key collapses backwards onto the bed, body shuddering from the aftermaths of her orgasm. After a few moments, Faith pulls Dawn’s hand out and squats down to clean the wet digits, growling at the amount covering Dawn’s hand. Once Dawn’s hand is clean, Faith gently pulls the clamps off and kisses the bright red nipples. “Sit up, Miss Summers.”

Dawn sits up, her body still shaky from her intense orgasm. “That was wonderful, coach.”

“Yes, you do look good screaming in pleasure.” Faith agrees. “Now, you’ve learned how to pleasure yourself but I believe there is one last thing you should learn before I let you go.”

“What’s that?” Dawn asks innocently.

“Go stand in front of the desk, your hands on it, legs spread and bend over.” Faith orders.

Dawn obeys, a little too excitedly. “Am I to be spanked, coach?” Dawn feels a little ache return at the idea; she loves it when Faith spanks her.

“Quiet.” Faith scolds. “And do as I say.”

Dawn braces her hands on the desk and bends over, her legs spread a few feet apart. After a few moments, she feels Faith step up behind her but is completely unprepared for what happens.

Faith drops the robe, her huge cock swollen and dripping cum off the tip. She runs her hands up Dawn’s legs and settles the skirt around the key’s waist. Then, without preamble, thrusts up, burying the ten inch cock deep inside Dawn.

Dawn screams, her head throwing back and body shuddering.

“Hold still, baby.” Faith pants, the game done. “Damn, need you to hold still or I’m done.”

“What is it?” Dawn moans, wanting so badly to thrust back against Faith.

“My cock.” Faith groans. God, it’s like being wrapped in warm, wet, tight velvet and she knows if Dawn so much as clenches once, she’s done.

“You don’t have a cock.” Dawn replies, fisting her hands on the desk.

“Red made it.” Faith explains. “Some kind of magic thing.”

“Oh.” Dawn bites her lip, the desire to move almost taking over. “Please, Faith.”

“Please what?” Faith purrs, sliding her hands up the front of Dawn’s shirt to knead her breasts.

“Please fuck me.” Dawn begs, spreading her legs a little further.

Faith drops a kiss on Dawn’s neck before bracing her hands on the desk beside Dawn’s hands. She pulls the cock out and pushes it back in, both girls groaning loudly at the sensation.

“Oh, god, please baby.” Dawn begs, pushing her ass against Faith’s pelvis. “Harder.”

Faith starts fucking Dawn in earnest, her legs tensing with desire.

Dawn falls forward onto the desk, her arms giving out. She can’t describe how good it feels to have a part of Faith so deep inside her. She knows it’s all because of magic but it is part of Faith and that’s all that matters.

Faith slides a hand down the front of Dawn’s body to find the key’s clit and starts stroking it in time with her thrusts.

Dawn screams long and high, waves upon waves of pleasure washing over her body as the most intense orgasm in her life almost knocks her unconscious.

Faith screams right after Dawn, the key’s walls squeezing her so tightly her eyes cross. Then she cums, ejaculating into Dawn with two quick thrusts. It’s different from her normal orgasms, great, but different.

“Faith?” Dawn whispers.

Faith pulls out of Dawn and then scoops the key up into her arms.

Dawn lays her head Faith’s shoulder, her body so sated that she could sleep for a week.

“Yeah?” Faith strips the costume off Dawn’s body and settles her under the fluffy comforter. She presses the button on the underside base of the cock and gasps as the magical cock shrinks back into the tube. She pulls it out and drops it onto the night stand; too damn tired to walk back into the bathroom. She then lies down beside Dawn, wrapping her naked body protectively around the key’s naked body.

“I want to wear it next time.” Dawn whispers, cuddling her face into Faith’s warm neck and throwing a leg over the slayers. “And I want you to ride me.”

“Whenever you want, baby.” Faith murmurs. “Set the alarm and I’ll leave before B and Red get home.”

“No.” Dawn states firmly. “You’re staying; I’m tired of hiding. She’s sleeping with both Willow and Angel; she has no right to condemn our choices.”

Faith kisses Dawn’s forehead, a happy smile crossing her face. “Okay.”

Dawn presses a sloppy kiss against Faith’s collarbone and cuddles more into the warmth the slayer gives out. Nope, she doesn’t care anymore; she loves Faith and anybody who has a problem with that, can take the first train into the hellmouth.

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Okay, no clue where that came from. I just had the urge to write a pairing I would never normally write and Faith/Dawn popped out. I might, if I get the urge, go and write a Buffy/Angel/Willow part but no promises.