They were walking through the woods that surrounded the Slayers' cottage, having gained permission to enter from Buffy and Faith the night before. They were holding hands like teenagers. Stopping occasionally to kiss, turning what should have been a five minute walk into a little over a half hour. At least now Clotho knew why Lilith wanted to leave so early. She had found herself pressed up against a tree more than once as Lilith's kisses, time after time turned her knees into mush.

She wasn't one though who didn't give as good as she got, so the next time Lilith pulled a surprise kissing attack on her, Clotho turned the tables on her. She bent her knees and wrapped her arms around Lilith, each hand quickly finding a firm buttock and she lifted Lilith. She turned quickly, took two steps and stopped when Lilith's back was firmly pressed up against the nearest oak tree. She growled low in her throat when she felt Lilith's legs circle her waist.

She lowered her head, her mouth brushed lightly, teasingly, across her mate's. Her tongue tracing delicately along Lilith's lips, pulling her head back when Lilith tried to deepen the kiss. She ran her mouth down over Lilith's jaw line, down to her neck, taking a step backwards, as she moved her hands around to capture each one of her mate's firm breasts. She smiled against Lilith's neck and, acting like she really was only twenty, Clotho proceeded to give her mate a hickey. She knew Lilith was going to be a little pissed when she saw the mark, but then again her paybacks were always worth it.

"Someone's happy to see me..." She murmured, as she felt each nipple rise to attention, pressing against the palms of her hands through Lilith's shirt.

"Always..." Lilith purred and started to run her own hands over her mate's body.

The fire, the passion, the quick and furious need that sprung up at a moment's notice, like when they were first together, had resurfaced. They had spent the last few weeks re-finding, renewing the romance, the passion, that had never truly died between them. They had found that they had been acting more like young lovers themselves, the more time they spent with the Slayers. They had become caught up in the whirlwind romance, the love that the Slayers had been creating for and around each other and watching them had reminded the Immortals of all the wonders that being in love was and is.

Lilith grabbed the front of Clotho's shirt and pulled her towards her and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned low in her throat as she felt Clotho's hand slip under her shirt, the other unbuttoning it, freeing her to the cool morning air. She moaned again when she felt that same hand travel up slowly to capture and tease her nipple between agile fingers. Clotho bent her head and took the other nipple into the warmth of her mouth, gently laving it, wrapping her tongue around it. She trailed off down a gentle slope and stopped to nip, to suck and left her mate another little present to match the one on her neck.

Clotho felt her own desire rise up fiercely and she slowly started to sink them down to the ground, and prayed that the Slayers' didn't stumble upon them. She lay her mate carefully on the ground and then slid up onto her, one leg naturally sliding between both of Lilith's. She pressed her thigh up into the heat between her mate's legs and pressed her own down on the leg that her mate had raised to greet her. Christ, they were like two randy teenagers, dry-humping in the forest no less, and both Immortals were loving every minute of it. They started a rhythm that, for them, truly was almost as old as time itself. Somewhere in the back of their minds they realized they were going to be late, but neither really cared.

Lilith dragged Clotho up to her again, pulling her head down to her own. Her mouth greeting Clotho's in a wet, demanding kiss, their tongues dueling wildly with each other. She began to rock, slid herself against her mate's thigh, not believing how close she was to coming. Her hands clutching at Clotho's hips, moving her with her, bringing Clotho harder into her thigh and herself more forcefully into Clotho's. She felt through their bond that Clotho was just as close as she was, was just as unbelieving. They began to move against each other with more force, in perfect sync with each other.

Clotho's head dropped down to Lilith's shoulder when they broke their kiss. She was breathing heavy and she could feel the fire coiling deep within her, feel it start to spread out through every part of her body.

"Lil... Lil... Lil... can't believe this... so close... so good..." She lifted a little as she felt Lilith reach between them and pop the buttons on her pants. Lilith's hand slid inside, into her, her fingers unerringly finding exactly where and how to touch her. She raised herself up and started to ride her lover's hand, the tension boiling inside her, building.

"Lil close... don't stop Lil! Lil... Lil... LIL!" She stilled and then she felt the fire streak throughout all of her, leaving a trail of blazing heat over all of her skin. Her hips continuing to grind, buck into her mate, shuddering as her orgasm overtook her.

It took her a second or two after her climax had started to slow and ebb to realize that Lilith was still moving under her. With a deftness and speed of only an Immortal she unbuttoned Lilith's pants, and slid her hand, her fingers into Lilith's liquid heat. She brought her thigh to behind her hand to bring more pressure into the thrust of her fingers into her mate. She lifted her head up to smile softly down at Lilith watching the pleasure cross her face. She brought her thumb up to circle her lover's swollen nub and smiled again at Lilith's gasped, 'Yes.'

"Lil... you feel so hot... so wet... so unbelievably good... Lil, come for me Lil..."

Her hips became frantic as Clotho stroked her, she felt the orgasm gathering, ready to unleash it force over her, her muscles tensed and then it washed over her with the force of a tidal wave. Then rose higher as Clotho pushed her further, she gasped out her mate's name as she rode out the waves. She pulled Clotho down to her trembling body.

They lay holding each other for long minutes, then Lilith started laughing softly.

"I can't believe we just did that." She heard Clo's chuckle rumble through her chest from where her head lay.

"We need to do that more often... I can't believe how hard I..." The rest of what Clotho was going to say was cut off by a scream.

They both immediately realized it was Buffy. Before they had a chance to even react they heard Faith's piercing scream of Buffy's name, a scream of what both Immortal's mistook for anguished pain. They both jumped to their feet, fear for both Slayers and what might be happening to them streaked through them. They completely forgot about the protection spell that surrounded each cottage, thoughts of what had happened to the Slayers when Glory had abducted them flashed through their minds. Neither bothered to fix themselves or their clothes as they took off running. They were merely blurs as they ran the two hundred feet or so out of the forest and down the path to the Slayers cottage. Lilith hit the door full force crashing through it.

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It all seemed to happen at the exact same second, all in slow motion and one of those things that would never happen even if they had all planned it.

Lilith crashed through the front door of the Slayers' cottage and saw the last thing that she expected. "OH FUCK!" she hissed as she came to a skidding halt a foot inside the door.

Clotho who was hot on Lilith's heels, saw her mate stop but was unable to herself. "OH SHIT!" Clotho yelled when she saw what had stopped Lilith.

She slammed full force into Lilith's back, sending them both flying and falling into a tangled heap on the cottage floor.

Buffy lifted her head up from Faith's shoulder, the very second she heard something hit the door, her mouth dropped open as she saw Lilith crash through it.

At the crash of the door Faith tried to turn around, release Buffy, push her behind her so she could protect her and stand all at once.

Buffy never got a chance to release herself from around Faith, as Faith tried to do four things at once. Somehow her legs got tangled up in Faith's as she tried to release them from around her waist, while Faith was trying to stand.

They started tipping over as their legs got tangled up and before either Slayer could stop it, they tumbled from the bed onto the floor. They lay sprawled on the floor on their stomachs, the beanie babies and the black and white panthers, under and around them. They were facing the tangled Immortals who were also sprawled on the floor by the door.

Faith half on top of Buffy lifted her head, glared and actually growled at Lilith and Clotho, and if she didn't know better she would have sworn that Buffy was stifling giggles underneath her.

Clotho gave both Slayers a sheepish grin as she began untangling herself from Lilith.

Faith sat up with her back to the Immortals and pulled the sheet and comforter from the bed to cover herself and Buffy. She wrapped Buffy in the comforter and herself in the sheet. She pulled Buffy onto her lap and leaned back against the bed still glaring at the Immortals. Buffy buried her head in the crock of her neck, her whole body was shaking against her and now she knew for sure that Buffy was stifling giggles. It took all of her effort not to join her mate in a fit of giggles, because the whole thing was kind of funny.

Both Immortals finally managed to sit up. "I'm... ah... we're... ah shit we're sorry... we heard a scream and well... " Clotho looked at Lilith for some help and saw a smirk on Lilith's face that let her know in her gut that Lilith was going to say something that she was going to want to thrash her for later. "Don't..." she warned Lilith.

"What?" Lilith looked at Clotho with a deceivingly innocent smile. "We're sorry, we heard Buffy scream and then you scream Buffy's name, and, well, we thought wel... Obviously we thought you were being attacked. And I guess, well, we weren't really wrong... We just sort of misinterpreted the ah... type of attack."

Clotho gave a sigh of relief, when Lilith didn't say whatever it was that her mischievous mind had been thinking; she should have known better.

"Not a problem as long as you fix the door..."

"We can do that, Faith... Clotho and I just need to go back to our place and get the toolkit. We can't use magic to fix what we break. Kind of helps with the damage control, so we Immortals aren't trashing things every time we get pissed off." Lilith got up to her feet and helped Clotho who motioned at her. "Oh and while we're gone you might want to have Buffy put some ointment on your back, those scratc..." She didn't get to finish what she wanted to say because Clotho had put a hand very firmly over her mouth.

"Ooops... Sorry, Faith..." Buffy mumbled against Faith's neck.

"Yeah, I'll do that, and maybe you want to put some makeup on those hickey's on your neck and boob, Gran. You both might want to button up your shirts and pants too.... And there seems to be a little twig forest growin' in your hair there, Gran..."

Both Immortals turned beet red when they realized that both their pants were undone, and half hanging off them, not to mention Lilith's shirt was still completely unbuttoned and it was only by sheer luck that both Slayers didn't get to see first hand Lilith's firm breasts.

"I guess we aren't the only ones that can blush. Aren't they so cute? Kinda... like frisky cubs, wouldn't you say so, Faith?" Both Slayers started laughing, and the Immortals, after they got over being mortified and their clothes straightened out, joined in their laughter.

"We'll call you when we're ready for you to come fix the door. There's something I need to show Faith first." Buffy's hand had found it's way underneath the sheet covering Faith and was slowly making it's way up the inside of Faith's right thigh.

"Sure no problem..." Clotho waved a hand and her and Lilith faded from the Slayers' cottage.

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They continued to laugh for a few minutes after the Immortals faded from the cottage. Buffy curled up into Faith, her hand just resting lightly on her thigh. She sat up facing Faith after a few more minutes, she lifted her hand from Faith's thigh and gently traced the dent in Faith's bottom lip. "Did I ever tell you how much I love this little dent?" Faith just stared at Buffy wide-eyed, with a sort of innocence that always made Buffy's breath catch, this time was no different. Buffy traced the outline of Faith's mouth with her fingertip, getting lost in her eyes. "I do you know..."

She captured Buffy's gently tracing finger between her lips, drawing it into the warm, moist cavity of her mouth. Sucking gently on it, laving it with her tongue and watched as Buffy's eyes started to turn gold with her reawakened desire. She felt something awaken deep in her and could hear not only the soft rumbling, growling purr coming from her own chest but her mate's as well. She lifted her own hand and took hold of the one that was delicately tracing her mouth again. She kissed each fingertip than raised her eyes back up to Buffy's golden ones. "Thank you..." she whispered so softly that only another Slayer or Immortal could have heard her.

"For what?" Buffy asked her just as softly.

"For everything. For being there for me, for being patient. For helping me to remember, for showing me again how beautiful making love with the person you love is. For making me feel clean, feel whole again. For just being you and for loving me." Her voice was husky with raw emotion, there was so much more she wanted to say, but the words were eluding her. Expressing herself still didn't come easy for her, she didn't have all the pretty words and most of the time what she wanted to say came out half-ass backwards. She could only hope that Buffy understood what she was trying to say.

"You're welcome... Thank you for trusting me enough to let me be the one to show and experience all of it, before and now again with you. And for sharing yourself with me, for showing me again too, how beautiful making love is. For being there for me, for all that you've done for me. For helping me to feel whole again. But most of all for gifting me with your love." And like Faith there was so much more that she wanted to say, but she wasn't even sure if there were words to describe what it was that she felt for Faith. What Faith had given to her in return for the simple act of loving her.

They leaned towards each other. Their mouths barely grazing the other's. They shared a kiss of infinite, tenderness, commitment, and of love. And while neither needed to say it to the other, they both knew it was a kiss between their souls.

They sat staring at each other after the kiss until a cool breeze blew across both of them. They both turned their heads toward the front door which was hanging haphazardly off it's hinges, thanks to Lilith.

"Well at least their timing wasn't as bad as it could have been." Buffy said between giggles.

"Yeah it's a good thing I didn't make you sing sooner, B."

"Sing? What are you talking about?" Buffy was puzzled, then she watched amazed as Faith turned the brightest shade of red she had ever seen.

"Sing? I didn't mean to say that, I meant to say..." She paused, she couldn't think of a damn thing to say that didn't sound absolutely stupid in her own head. "Ummm... Nothin'... I was talking about nothin', B?..." She shrugged her shoulders and felt her face grow hotter as she blushed even harder.

Buffy stared at Faith and couldn't help but think that she looked so cute blushing. Now she really wanted to know what Faith was talking about! "No way you're getting off that easy F!. Don't make me tickle you to get you to tell me..."

Faith stared back at Buffy in mock horror at the thought, then shook her head no. Buffy stared back and gave Faith her best pout and puppy dog eyes, her finger idly tracing, writing on Faith's chest. "Please, baby... Please Fai..." she begged prettily.

Faith could feel herself beginning to crack, then she cracked completely when she realized that Buffy was writing over and over again on her chest; 'B loves F.'

With a groan she told Buffy, "You don't play fair... You know that don't ya, B?" Then proceeded to turn even redder. Just than Buffy's stomach growled loudly, and Faith gave her a lopsided grin. "How about I make you breakfast for a change?"

"'K, and you can tell me all about this singin' thingy while you're cooking." Buffy jumped up and practically skipped over to the dresser, Faith just watched her a silly grin on her own face.

She caught the oversized t-shirt that Buffy threw at her, she tried to drop the sheet from her and only managed to get her arm tangled up in one of the holes Buffy had ripped in the sheet. She got up to her feet, untangled the sheet from her, slipped on the shirt, then held the sheet up in front of her. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the two large holes in the sheet. She saw Buffy turn bright red when she turned around and saw her looking at her through one of the holes in the sheet.

"Nice job B... What'd the sheet ever do to you?" Faith couldn't help but to tease her.

A slow sensual smile came over Buffy's face in total contrast with her bright red cheeks and the oversized t-shirt that made her look more like she was fourteen rather than twenty. Even so, Faith's eyes were glued to Buffy as she moved with a graceful, sensuous stride towards her. She stopped right in front of Faith and looked back at her through the hole in the sheet, which Faith realized she was still holding up. She started to drop her arms then stopped, when Buffy leaned into her sliding her hands up her raised arms, then slowly back down raking her nails lightly on her arms through the sheet. Faith didn't think she could have moved right then even if she wanted to, which she didn't.

"The sheet didn't do anything to me, it was all you." Buffy's groaned inside, that sounded stupid even to her, especially since her voice came out so low, husky and throaty when she said it.

Stupid or not, she saw the shudder go through Faith, and watched as her eyes grew darker, and the emerald flecks started to glow. She leaned further into Faith, stood up on her tiptoes and captured that full bottom lip that was calling to her with her own lips. She ran her tongue delicately down, over the dent that only a little while ago she had told Faith she loved so much. She nipped it a little before letting her tongue trace along the top lip, then enticed Faith to open her mouth for her. She teasingly let her tongue play with her mate's, as she deepened their kiss. She couldn't help smiling into the kiss as she heard Faith rip the sheet in half so she could get her arms around her. The sheet fell forgotten around their feet as Faith hauled her into her tightly. One kiss blended into another, then other, each one become increasingly hot, open, wet, demanding, deeper.

The Chosen Two's stomachs decided to growl and grumble loudly their protest at not being feed a few kisses later and they both dissolved into giggles the second time it happened again in sync.

"I think our stomachs are conspiring with each other against us." Buffy half kissed, half giggled against Faith's mouth. Both the Slayers' stomachs grumbled together as if agreeing with Buffy's comment.

"They are like two little kids, gonna keep annoying us 'til they get their way." Faith growled out looking first at Buffy's stomach which growled back, then at her own which did the same.

"Well that settles it. Get in the kitchen and cook me some breakfast, little woman!" Buffy tried out her best 'bossy' voice on Faith who just cocked an eyebrow at her. She swatted Faith on the butt playfully, "Now, woman!"

"You... you... little... woman... you swatted my butt..." Faith mumbled under her breath.

Buffy took a few steps back from Faith and crossed her arms across her chest, an impish grin on her face. "That's right, my little woman! I kinda like that, might introduce you that way. Meet Faith... My little woman, isn't she cute? Maybe get you one of those sexy little french maid outfits too... hmmmm... likin' that idea... Now are ya gonna get in the kitchen and make me my breakfast or what like a good little woman..."

She watch as a multitude of expressions crossed Faith's face, from laughter to disbelief. Then she saw the evil glint in Faith's eyes and she giggled.

"Oh I'm gonna make ya breakfast alright, B..." Faith purred a second before she pounced.

"OH SHIT!" Buffy squeaked before she took off running for the kitchen.

Faith caught her around the waist from behind before she made it through the door. She spun around and fell on the chaise lounge, Buffy underneath her and started tickling her without mercy. "Little woman... nope not happening... Swatting my butt... French maid outfit like that idea... for you B..." She muttered while Buffy squirmed and shrieked with laughter underneath her.

Buffy squirmed under Faith on her stomach, trying to turn over and get away from her tickling fingers. She knew however there was no way that was going to happen with Faith laying fully on top of her. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that not only had her t-shirt hiked itself up to somewhere around her breasts but so had Faith's. She was acutely aware of Faith's silky skin sliding along her own, Faith's breasts pressing into her back burning holes where they touched her. The soft tickle of the trimmed hair of Faith's sex brushing up against her buttocks, of Faith's legs that were straddling one of her own. Her shriek of laughter turned into a low moan when she felt Faith's knee press up intimately into her, her whole body jumped in reaction.

Then Faith's fingers, that were seconds ago poking and tickling her started to slide, tease and caress her. One hand slid up caressing her rib cage, while the other moved out from under her and moved her hair away from and off her neck. Her whole body shuddered as she felt Faith's mouth lightly grazing the back of her neck. She was pushing herself up, back into Faith. She pushed further up into her as Faith's hand slid up further to run along the sensitive underside of her breasts. Desire started careening through her madly, fiercely, hotly.

Faith leaned back onto her calves her hand impatiently pulling Buffy's t-shirt up higher. Buffy start to turn over when Faith lifted her body from her.

"No... stay don't move... stay like that..." She smiled when she heard Buffy moan as she settled back down onto her stomach.

Faith bent down low over Buffy, started at the base of her neck and felt as Buffy arched her back like a cat in her tongue's wake as she blazed a trail down the whole length of Buffy's spine. She lifted a little and scooted forward, her knee, thigh pressing once more into Buffy's wet heat, a shudder ran through her when Buffy moaned her name. She lay down fully onto to Buffy, her mouth nipping lightly at the base of her neck and felt Buffy tremble beneath her.

"Have I managed to arouse another hunger in you B?" She whispered low, husky into Buffy's ear.

"Yes... I, Faith... I need..." The rest of what Buffy was going to say was drowned out by possibly the loudest growling grumbles coming from both Slayers' stomachs that either had ever heard.

"Food..." Faith rasped and then couldn't help but giggle as both their stomachs grumbled their agreement to the suggestion.

"No... You... want you now..." Buffy moaned and her stomach growled a protest. Even she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her, she was really beginning to believe her stomach and Faith's were actually plotting together against them.

"How about..." Faith whispered, stopping for a brief second to slowly slide a little further up Buffy and captured her earlobe gently between her teeth.

"Yes..." Buffy reached one hand behind her and pulled Faith's head closer to her.

"I feed your stomach... and..." Faith ran her tongue along the shell of Buffy's ear, then moved to nip and suckle lightly at the sensitive skin behind it.

"And..." Buffy asked as she trembled again and was thankful that her stomach was quiet.

"And... after I feed your, our stomachs, I take care of feeding your soul..." Faith sat back up onto to her calves and gently turned Buffy over. This time it was Faith who started to tremble as Buffy ran her hand up from right above her sex to her collarbone, to behind her neck and pulled her back down.

"Yes..." Buffy whispered against Faith's mouth before claiming it for her own.

Faith wasn't sure if she could stand after Buffy finished devouring her mouth, she lay against Buffy for a few minutes her head buried in Buffy's neck. Her breathing labored; her whole body trembling; smiling softly as she listened to the rapid pounding of Buffy's heart and ragged breathing. She finally moved when both their stomachs grumbled a quiet protest. She sat up pulling Buffy with her.

"Friggin' Slayer metabolism... always gotta feed it..."

"It does have it's perks though..." Buffy purred leaving not a doubt in Faith's mind what she was talking about.

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Buffy leaned against the counter and watched Faith as she puttered around the kitchen. Pulling out pots, pans, utensils and a cutting board. Her mouth dropped opened a little in surprise as she watch Faith set up everything just so, as if she were arranging a display of precious sculptures or some such nonsense. Her eyes were inevitability drawn over the sleek lines of Faith's body as she moved about the kitchen. She liked the way the muscles moved in Faith's thighs and calves as she walked around the kitchen setting the table in nothing but the oversized, but short t-shirt. Her thoughts drifted to those well muscled, long legs wrapping around her, sliding along her own, how they felt under her hands, tasted beneath her mouth. She saw a shudder ripple through Faith and heard a low moan come from her.

Faith's knees grew weak and she almost dropped the coffee cups she had in her hands as her mind was flooded with images from Buffy in an echo. "B... god you're killin' me..."

"What?" Buffy asked innocently, then let her mind drift a little more, and returned the favor of an echo full with sensual images like Faith had done to her this morning. She liked this, in fact, she was overjoyed that Faith had made her realize they could use their bond like this. Another thought filtered through her mind.

{Wonder if that will work too? Only one way to find out... Hang on Faith, I'm gonna try a new trick!}

She lifted her hand and ran it lightly over her own breast, circling the nipple, teasing herself, she lightly pinched her hard nipple between her fingers and a sultry laughed escaped her when she saw Faith's whole body jump.

Faith hastily put the coffee cups down on the table and then grabbed onto the edge of it as Buffy flooded her again with images and hot, lusty feelings. Her whole body jumped when she felt the shadow-like touch in an echo of Buffy touching herself on her own breast. Then she started to quiver when she felt another shadow-touch of fingers on her nipple.

"I've created a nympho'... all I wanted was for you to sing..." she growled below a whisper, then Buffy's low laugh sent another shudder of desire through her.

"Well, that answered that question. Now about that singin' thingy..." Buffy purred to Faith.

{Great Faith! Good job! Make her forget about the singin' shit and then mumble it. Slayer hearing, ever hear of it? Didn't think so, duh!}

"Come on baby, you said you would tell me..."

"No I didn't Gizmo..." Faith turned around to face Buffy, hoping it was safe to let go of the table. She saw a wicked gleam appear briefly in Buffy's eyes which were more gold than hazel right now. She threw her blocks up a second before she got slammed with another echo.

"No fair, Fai... You're blocking me..." Buffy pouted.

"If I don't we'll never eat breakfast and I'll end up being a mindless puddle on the floor."

"Really?" Buffy asked her half seriously, half coyly.

"As if you didn't already know that, B..."

Faith gave Buffy one of her lopsided grins, then moved so fast that all Buffy saw was a blur. She pulled Buffy to her roughly, lifting her so she was sitting up on the counter. She moaned a little when she felt Buffy wrap her legs around her waist and felt Buffy's hot, wet, heat press against her stomach. She slammed her mouth down on Buffy's almost brutally, her tongue demanding entrance, taking possession of Buffy's mouth, in a kiss of total dominance and need. When she felt her stomach getting ready to growl another protest at being neglected she pulled away abruptly ending the kiss.

"Food first, the rest later..." She barely managed to mumble out, "Now behave, B..."

Buffy just nodded her head mutely, her mouth hanging open a little, her breathing shallow, she put her hands down behind her, to support herself.

Faith had to tear her eyes away from the sight of Buffy sitting on the counter, leaning back slightly on her hands. Her t-shirt hiked up around her hips, her leg splayed wide as if she were still standing between them. Her curls glistening moistly, calling out to her to touch them. She started mumbling, cursing Slayer metabolism and their stomachs which seemed to be conspiring against them as she made her way over to the refrigerator on shaky legs. She tore open the fridge door, still mumbling and grabbed what she needed.

Buffy watched Faith move away from her unbelievingly. Her eyes lovingly and hungrily tracing the lean line of Faith's body as she moved around the kitchen. Pulling, eggs, bacon, strawberries, milk and god only knew what else out of the fridge. She jumped down from the counter and sat on a chair at the table her eyes still hungrily watching Faith. She tried to calm down her body, which thirsted for Faith's touch still and she knew Faith's thirsted for hers as well, she could feel it through their bond. She watched as Faith began to prepare breakfast and realized that while Lilith had been giving her cooking lesson it looked like Faith was the one that had actually learned something. She seemed to move and putter about with a confidence and surety that surprised Buffy. It was in it's own way quite endearing and cute as hell.

"So... you were going to tell me about this singin' thing. Weren't you baby?..." Was that her voice so low, sultry and throaty? She smiled when she heard more mumbling coming from Faith. "You need to speak up I can't hear you."

"Well... um... you see it kinda was a plan for..." Faith trailed off, how was she supposed to explain to her about her plan to tease the hell out of her until her control snapped. "You know how I kept..."

Buffy fell into the sound of Faith's voice as she talked. Loving the raspy, husky, deep timber of it, the little ripples that it caused under her skin, she was hearing what Faith was saying on some level it just wasn't actually sinking in yet. She didn't realized that Faith had stopped talking until she heard her name called for the second time.

"What?"

"So are you ah... mad at me?"

She focused on Faith's face and noticed she was blushing again and Buffy whose thoughts were still somewhere in the gutter, thought she looked both innocent and hot at the same time. All at once everything Faith had just told her sunk in. Faith had been teasing the hell out of her, purposely getting her worked up for over a week and then backing off. On one hand Buffy understood why, she had been hearing what Faith had been telling her over the last week or so, but she hadn't really been listening. She arched an eyebrow at Faith, "No... not mad at you baby..." She purred.

Faith took one look at the wicked gleam in Buffy's eyes and the purring of her voice and knew she was in deep shit. Buffy might not be mad, but Faith knew a little payback would be coming her way in the near future. Then again, that kind of payback she didn't really mind. She turned her attention back to making breakfast, strawberry pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, bacon and toast. She put four slices of bread into the toaster, the bacon and sausage into the toaster oven. She cracked a dozen eggs into a bowl, added a little milk, and a pinch of parsley and then whipped the hell out of the eggs until they were more froth than eggs. The whole time she was acutely aware of Buffy's eyes lazily running over her body.

She moved the eggs off to the side for now and grabbed the box of pancake mix, she realized she didn't have a bowl to mix it in and without thinking stood up on her toes and reached up for a bowl on the second to top shelf of the cabinet in front of her. She set about making the pancake mix, thinking how much she loved her Slayer strength and smiled with pleasure as she stirred the mix until there wasn't a single lump in it. She was surprised to find that she actually liked this cooking thing, she turned on the flat skillet for the pancakes and the frying pan for the eggs so they would get hot. Satisfied that the heat was the right temperature she turned her attention to slicing the strawberries, heard a soft growling purr come from Buffy and then heard the whoosh of air as Buffy moved.

She continued to devour Faith with her eyes as she set about making breakfast. Her thoughts once more drifting into the proverbial gutter, and a little bit of a payback plan began to form for Faith, for keeping her right there on the edge for over a week. Faith said she wanted her B back, so Buffy was going to give her exactly what she wanted. She licked her lips in anticipation at the thoughts that were roaming through her mind. She decided she would wait until tomorrow to start. For now she was fighting to keep her own arousal in check, as well as her thoughts and almost won the fight until Faith reached up for the bowl. She saw the bottom of Faith's firm buttocks peek out from underneath the t-shirt and she lost all her self-restraint. She flew out of the chair and using all her Slayer speed was across the kitchen in a flash. She pressed herself flat up against Faith's back, having to go up on her toes as she reached over Faith's shoulder for a strawberry.

"Yum... these look good. Can I have one?" She let her mouth brush up against Faith's ear as she purred out her question, smiling as she felt Faith tremble a little against her.

"Su... sure B..." Faith stuttered as the feel of Buffy against her back burned her. She focused on cutting the strawberries and not one of her fingers off, as she felt Buffy briefly nip her earlobe before grabbing a strawberry off the cutting board.

"Thanks." She grabbed the fattest, juiciest strawberry, took a bite, catching the juice as it slid over her lips and let out a little moan of pleasure. "Mmmmm this is good, want a bite?"

Faith stood stock still, memories washed over her of the morning they had spent in the garden at the Mansion feeding each other fresh fruit for breakfast. She felt a chill go down her spine from Buffy's warm breath tickling her neck. She just nodded her head not wanting to risk stuttering again.

"Open..."

Faith opened her mouth for the strawberry, which Buffy fed to her, then started to trail sticky fingertips along her mouth. Faith couldn't resist, she captured them with her mouth, and mumbled around them, "Sweet too..."

She felt Buffy's free hand skimming up the back of her thigh. To her buttocks, where Buffy paused briefly to massage, knead, then Buffy's hand traveled up over the lower half of her back, around to her front not stopping until she had one of Faith's breast in the palm of her hand.

"Beeeee......." Faith moaned, as the fever that was Buffy raged through her. Then Buffy's other hand swooped down to capture her other breast.

It took all of her will power not to sink to the ground as Buffy massaged one breast almost roughly, while teasing the other with light touches. Buffy started rubbing herself against her back like a cat and Faith's legs began to shake. One of Buffy's hands traveled down from her breast, drawing little patterns over her ribcage, circling her navel, and Faith held her breath in anticipation as her hand moved lower still. She grabbed onto the counter for dear life when Buffy nipped the back of her neck and tweaked her clit at the same time, a guttural moan escaped her. They both smelled the bacon and sausage start to burn at the same time.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!!" Faith snarled yanking the toaster oven door open.

Buffy moved from behind Faith to stand next to her, feeling a little guilty, considering all the effort Faith was putting into making them breakfast.

"I'm sorry... It looks salvageable. Why don't you let me take care of this and the toast and you make the pancakes and eggs. I promise to be good."

"Don't apologize, B... I'm not mad, just wish I had thought to shut it off is all." She leaned down and gave Buffy a soft, tender kiss. "Let's just get food out of the way... this way no more interruptions. 'K?"

"'K..."

They moved quickly, working together to finish making breakfast. And like everything else they did together from Slaying to making love, they did it with a natural harmony, gracefulness a sort of mirror image of each other.

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She was washing the pots and pans, feeling Buffy's eyes roaming over her. Her body thrilling to Buffy's gaze almost as if it were Buffy's hands, not her eyes, tracing hungrily over her skin. She had almost forgotten how easily, how completely just the slightest touch from Buffy sent all her senses afire. She was trembling from the desire that was pounding through her, afraid to even look down, as she was absolutely certain there was a puddle on the floor by her feet. She continued to wash the dishes almost trance like, while Buffy continued to eat her breakfast way too fucking slow!

She should have known better the second Buffy decided to sit right next to her and had pulled her chair closer. She had almost choked on her mouthful of pancakes when she had felt Buffy's hand lightly slide up her thigh a minute or two after they first started eating. And Buffy just kept on eating, sliding her hand lightly, gently, tenderly along her thigh the whole time they ate breakfast. She wasn't really sure what she had eaten, she could have eaten a whole stick of butter and wouldn't have noticed it, as Buffy's hand slid along her thigh almost absentmindedly. She had practically inhaled her breakfast, but Buffy was still eating so fucking slowly they would be a hundred years old before she finished. When she had finished eating she had to get up and move, another minute of that delicate touch on her thigh and she would have gone completely insane, that was how she ended up washing the dishes.

Buffy watched Faith as she finished eating. She was purposely taking her time, trying to sort through all the images she was getting from Faith through their bond. There were things skirting around the edges that Buffy didn't think that Faith was even aware of. She knew Faith wanted her B back but Buffy knew she still needed to tread carefully. There was fear floating behind the desire that Faith was feeling, Buffy knew from their bond that Faith feared anyone being on top of her right now and Buffy wanted to avoid causing that fear to escalate or being associated with her. There were other things too that she feared and even though Buffy knew on a conscious level that Faith had no fear of her, on a subconscious level Faith feared anyone doing any of those things to her, including Buffy. Time was the healer now, and in time Buffy knew they would work through this together as Faith started to work through them on her own. But she wanted to make sure that she didn't force them to the surface before Fath was ready to emotionally deal with them.

After this morning Buffy knew she couldn't go back to acting hesitant to touch or be around Faith sexually. Doing that would give Faith the wrong message, make her think that Buffy did see her as a broken, frail version of herself and that was the last thing Faith needed. The problem was how to still tread carefully, but be herself at the same time. She hadn't meant to get Faith so worked up while they had been eating breakfast, she had just wanted to touch her, so she had. Now the problem was how to approach her, before she would have just finished eating and attacked Faith at the sink, but she was worried about what might happen if she did that. She was brought out of her internal musing by Faith's voice.

"B.... please.... please.... finish eating.... " Faith was clutching the pot so hard in her hand she was afraid she was going to bend it. With each passing second she became more anxious.

Everything was spinning round and round in her head again, she was afraid of freezing up, afraid of making Buffy feel rejected and she didn't understand it, not after this morning. Why was this happening again, why were all the fears resurfacing? How could they be? Especially since her desire to make love with Buffy was still there, still as strong, almost painful in how aroused she was. She was so caught up in her head she had no idea that she had spoken aloud.

Buffy just decided to follow her instincts, hoping that they once again would guide her correctly. She piled the rest of the dishes from the table and carried them over to the sink. She stood next to Faith, leaning into her a little as she placed the dishes into the sink.

"You want help doing the dishes baby?" Buffy asked then leaned up and gently kissed the side of Faith's neck.

"Nope almost done... ah... why don't you go relax in the other room and I'll be there in a few minutes. 'K?" Her voice trembled a little as the conflict raged on inside of her. She needed a few minutes alone to try and sort out what was going on in her head and she couldn't do that with Buffy in the same room.

Buffy smiled softly at Faith and gently rubbed the back of her neck. "Okay..." She started to turn away and then turned back, "Faith?" Buffy waited for Faith to turn her head back towards her, she couldn't help but to see the confusion in those deep dark, chocolate brown eyes. She leaned up and kissed her tenderly, but with passion and love. She smiled softly at Faith again after their lips parted, she turned and walked to the swinging door, she turned around once again. "And Faith..."

"Yeah, B..."

"Still gonna get one of those little sexy French maid outfits for you, my little woman..." Buffy ducked, ran through the door and giggled when she heard the sponge that Faith had winged at her hit the door wetly.

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