She had no idea how long they stayed that way before the hands holding her so tenderly and gently stroking her back had turned sensual. Nor did she know at what point she had been rolled once again onto her back and told in no uncertain terms not to touch, to just relax and enjoy. Her hands were lifted over her head yet again, encouraged to wrap around the brass posts of the headboard as that hard, magnificent body began to move over hers once more. As a knowledgeable tongue, mouth, fingers, teeth, tortured, teased, touched with a speed, an agility that only another Slayer could possess. Her Dark Slayer seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.

She hung onto the headboard for dear life, white-knuckled as her body twisted, arched, shook with a need so great she was sure she would die from it. Incoherent words, moans forced themselves out of her throat, deep, husky. She pushed herself harder into the fingers caressing deeply inside her, wanting her Dark Slayer even deeper within her. The moans of her lover vibrating through her as she licked, circled, sucked, even nipped around her swollen, wanting core.

Her whole body came up off the bed as that warm, wet mouth finally latched onto her throbbing need. Strangled sobs of pleasure that sounded almost like anguished cries of pain, keened loudly out of her. She tried to buck up for a second time, wanting more, only to find that her hips were being held still by one firm arm across her stomach. She shouted her displeasure at being held down, but still maintained her white-knuckle grip on the headboard. There was no way in hell that she would risk her raven-haired lover stopping now, not when she was so close. Then she felt that pouty mouth engulf her fully, a tongue flicking rapidly across her overheated bundle of nerves and with a gentle bite of blunt teeth, she lost it.

Even that supernaturally strong arm was unable to keep her from arching up off the bed. She was cumming so hard, so fiercely and seemingly forever that she was sure that she would splinter into a million pieces and they would be finding parts of her scattered throughout the dimensions. Her body jerking erratically against that wondrous mouth and fingers, that stayed with her as she thrashed on the bed, her insides convulsing over and over again. Something that sounded like her mate's name and the name of every deity she had ever known came out in a garbled shout to the heavens. Her shouts, growing louder as she felt herself start to cum again even harder then the first time. This time too, seemingly for another eternity.

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It felt like a full day had passed before the furious, explosive seizures of her climax had slowed and ebbed into small earthquake-like aftershocks. Another day passed before her body relaxed, her muscles loosening enough for her to fall back to the bed in a sweaty, sated, face-splittingly-smiling, boneless Slayer heap. When she eventually managed to free her hands from their death grip on the brass headboard, she grabbed the pillows next to her head. She pulled them under her and propped herself up so she could look down at her Dark Slayer who was now resting her chin on her hands right above her pubic hair. An arched eyebrow and a smug, cocky-lopsided grin greeted her when she opened her eyes.

"I see someone is rather pleased with themselves." She rasped out and if she hadn't felt her mouth move she would have wondered who had just spoken, her voice was so deep, husky.

Her answer was a lazy smile and a pink tongue running over lips that glistened with her own essence accompanied by a low growling purr.

"Fai, that was..."

"...just an appetizer, B." Faith purred out, licked her lips again and leered at Buffy. She wasn't even close to being done with her yet!

"Appetizer?!!?" Buffy squeaked. She had already cum harder and longer then she ever had before in her entire life, she didn't think she was capable of anything else right now, including moving or reciprocating. "I don't think.. I... uh... ah..." Buffy tried, then gave up when Faith started to place wet kisses along her stomach then bit her right above her hip, which caused her - like it always did - to buck with pleasure. Her eyes grew wide with surprise as a shudder of desire moved under her skin straight down to her core at the sound of the low growling purring that Faith started again.

"Mmmmm... you taste so good B," Faith mumbled against Buffy's skin. She pulled herself up the length of Buffy's body, her mouth crashing down onto Buffy's. She poured all her desire into the kiss. It was wanton, wet, hot, demanding and very, very persuasive. She wrenched her mouth away when she felt Buffy move to hold her. "Uh-uh, B, 'member no touching."

"But... but... but that's not fair," Buffy whined, she really wanted, needed to touch Faith. "I wanna touch you Fai... need to..." Buffy pouted and started to reach up to pull Faith down closer to her regardless of what Faith said.

A wolfish smile sneaking across her face, she sat up quickly straddling Buffy's waist, hovering over her on her knees. She wagged her finger at Buffy, purring out playfully, "Bad B. Either play by the rules or I won't play anymore..." Her gaze turned sultry and her purring voice grew huskier, "And I really want to play with you some more. So behave!"

With an over-exaggerated pout, Buffy dramatically flung her arms out wide in mock surrender, "'K!" She said sulkily, her eyes became slits and she looked at Faith slyly, her voice coming out in a throaty purr, "Just remember S.O., paybacks are a bitch."

"I'm counting on it Giz!" Faith purred back, her hands dropped down to her own thighs and began to skip random patterns over them. "But right now, the only bitch here, is me." She smirked, "Hmmmm, now what was it I said I wanted to do again?" She looked down thoughtfully at Buffy, her one hand coming up to stroke her own throat with the backs of her fingers and then brush up to trace her mouth, then back down again. The stroking, slow, teasing, languid. She smirked again as she saw Buffy's tongue come out to wet her dry lips.

She trailed her other hand down her thigh then up the inside of it, just stopping shy of her own throbbing core. She lowered herself slightly, letting her moist curls brush teasingly against Buffy's stomach. She started to rock leisurely, letting her fingers trail those last few inches into her own wetness, the backs of them grazing across Buffy's stomach, letting her know exactly what she was doing.

Buffy's eyes flew down Faith's body when she felt the back of Faith's fingers brush against her stomach. Her mouth became as dry as the Sahara Desert and a squeak escaped her at the sight that greeted her wide, unblinking eyes. After of few seconds of watching Faith touch herself with wide-eyed wonder, she squinted thoughtfully. Her mouth forming her own smirk when she realized that while Faith had told her she couldn't touch, she hadn't said she couldn't move. She arched her lower back, lifting her hips and her stomach up, forcing Faith's fingers to press harder into herself. She trapped them there and circled her hips, arching up forcefully into Faith with a triumph-growling laugh at having found a way around the rules. A growling moan was the answer to her laugh.

Faith's head fell back, the low moan turning to a hissing-snarl of hunger as her fingers slid through her own slick, hot folds. She couldn't help the smile from forming though at Buffy's ingenuity. She wasn't exactly breaking the rules, now was she?

She rolled her head forward, "B..." she growled, smiling again at the shudder her voice always caused in Buffy. She waited patiently, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning again, until Buffy looked up at her. Her free hand cupped her own breast and she pinched her nipple hard, this time she wasn't able to quite stifle her groan. With a smirk, she sat down none too lightly on Buffy's stomach, forcing her back into the bed. Quickly before Buffy could react, she slid her wetness over Buffy's stomach, then over her breasts, snuggling her knees into Buffy's armpits. She circled her hips smearing her wetness over Buffy's chest, loving the surprised, lust-filled look that came over Buffy's face, then she once again rose up to her knees. She hovered over Buffy's chest and gave her a stern look, daring her to figure out a way to break the rules again without technically really breaking them.

Buffy completely forgot about trying to get around the rules when she felt Faith's scorching hot core leave a wet trail up her body. Her mouth dropped open when Faith rose to her knees above her and she just gawked at the sexy, sensual, exotic goddess that she had the honor, the pleasure of calling her mate. Mine, mine, mine, all mine echoed with delight through her head. She saw the smirk on Faith's face and the lust-addled part of her brain fueled by the many fantasies her overactive libido had where Faith was concerned, in similar positions, doing just what she was doing, decided to concede defeat gracefully and just let this play out. She quirked an eyebrow at her mate then tucked her hands under her head conceding her surrender again, only this time there wasn't anything remotely mocking about it.

Faith raised her own eyebrow questionably at Buffy's actions, a little surprised she had given up so easily. Where was the fun in that? She was kind of hoping that Buffy would get a little creative with her breasts and nipples. Then she remembered their conversation right after their adventure in the woods the day they arrived and the answer to why became obvious. Who was she to deny Buffy one of her fantasies? As she stared at her golden-haired lover her hand continued almost absentmindedly exploring her wet, aching folds, while the other continued to play with her erect nipples alternating between them. She smiled amused as she watched Buffy try to look everywhere at once.

"That day in the woods, when you were touching yourself, it turned me on so much I thought I was going to implode." Her voice came out lower, huskier then she had ever heard it before. "It made me so wet I could feel myself dripping down the insides of my thighs. God I couldn't wait to get my hands on you." Part of her couldn't believe that she was doing this. For all of her sexual experience she had never - not even once - ever done this in front of someone. And the words that seemed to be flowing out of her mouth so easily since they had entered the cottage were surprising her as well. But she loved the effect they seemed to be having on her Light Slayer, so she just stopped trying to analyze everything and just let herself go with it. She felt a sense of safety, confidence and freedom in a way she had never experienced before, not even with Buffy.

"Then when I saw you slip your fingers inside of yourself, B... I was sure I was having one of those dreams again." A moan interrupted her words as her fingers brushed against her over sensitive clit. "Was it me you were pretending, wishing was touching you B and I ah... Chri..." Her words dwindled off into a guttural moan as she delved lower and slipped her own fingers into her aching core. She started a slow rhythm, knowing that she wouldn't last long. She was already close to cumming, had been from the moment she had touched Buffy. She had almost plummeted over the edge with Buffy when she had felt Buffy cumming so hard through their bond, on her tongue and her fingers not too long ago. She indulged herself for long minutes, her thumb circling up to tease her clit, then switching to the heel of her hand, then back to her thumb. The fingers of her other hand torturing her nipples with hard, rough touches.

"I have to wonder..." She gasped, her hand moving faster, "If seeing me touch myself, knowing that it's you I'm dreaming of, wishing was touching me. Knowing that it's you, the thought of you and you alone, that makes me feel this way, makes me so fucking wet, so hot, so ready to explode..." She let go of her breast and fell forward planting her hand beside Buffy's head. Her hair falling softy down around her face and Buffy's creating a shield around them both.

Faith's fast and shallow breath hotly caressed Buffy's face as she fell forward. Her own breathing was harsh and labored. She clenched her thighs tightly together trying to relieve some of the aching, pounding need in her own core. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the pleasure writing itself across Faith's face and Faith's hand moving, touching, teasing herself. A part of her paid avid attention to how Faith was touching herself, learning even more about how the Dark Slayer liked to be touched and filing it away for later. She had fantasized about this and the fantasy had excited her, but she had never thought though, that actually seeing it would excite her this much. She burned with the need to touch Faith, anywhere, anyhow. But she didn't move, this was the Dark Slayer's erotic dance to lead and she would respect that even if it killed her.

"Does it... does it make you feel the same way it made me feel B when I watched you touching yourself? Does it B?" She hadn't a clue how she managed to get that out coherently. She began moving her hand faster, her fingers plunging in deeper, her internal muscles clutching at them.

"Is it me you think of when you touch yourself?" She bent down further, her mouth crashing hungrily onto Buffy's, sucking Buffy's tongue into her mouth, growling into the kiss, trying to devour her. She pulled away and reared back teetering on the edge of release, amazed by the intense pleasure gathering in the pit of her stomach and branching out everywhere.

"Tell me B, does it make you feel that way? Am I the one you think of?"

Buffy stared in awe at the beautiful, exotic, sensual picture Faith made. Stunned by the power of the feelings that were stirred inside of her by the need she heard in the Dark Slayer's voice for her to be the one Buffy thought of.

"Oh god, watching you makes me feel the same way. I want to touch you, want you to touch me too, so badly it hurts. I ache with it. And it's always you, only ever you Faith, that I think of, dream of. There can never be, never will be anyone but you, Faith." Buffy was awed again, when amidst all of it, that wide-eyed look of innocent amazement shone in Faith's eyes at her words.

Her legs were trembling, she wasn't sure if they could support her any longer. She delved in deeply one last time, staying there, her thumb rubbing her clit forcefully, rapidly.

"Gonna cum..." Faith rasped hoarsely, as she fell slightly backwards down onto Buffy's stomach again, forcing her fingers in deeper. "...for you..."

Her free hand reached out behind her settling next to her calf, she gripped the sheets desperately as she leaned her full weight back. Praying her arm would support her as she rocked and ground down, into her fingers deep inside of her own throbbing warmth. Her hips started a circling motion down onto Buffy's hard as a rock stomach, small whimpers came from the back of her throat, that were echoed by the pants and moans coming from her Light Slayer as she watched her. Her back arched tautly like an over-strung bow, raising her up off Buffy.

"B!GODB..." her hips started pumping wildly into her own hand, fingers as she lost all control and shamelessly abandoned herself to pure lust. Her head snapped back whipping her hair against her back and her body tightened, held still for that timeless minute until she fell over the edge into unadulterated ecstasy.

"OHGODI'MCUMMINGB!" With a guttural shout, her body convulsed, she doubled over from the ferocity of it and fell forward into Buffy's waiting arms. She shook helplessly against Buffy, her hips still pounding into her hand, Buffy's stomach as she shattered into a million pieces of pure pleasure, while being held safely within Buffy's loving arms until the storm finally passed.

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She curled up into Buffy, purring contently from the soothing hands stroking along her back. It wasn't long before she felt the heat of a blush start at the very tips of her toes and run like wildfire up her body to the very top of her head. She hid her face in Buffy's neck, sure that the ear resting against Buffy's shoulder was going to brand her, it was so damn hot from blushing. It was ridiculous to be blushing now, but then again if she had been aware of anything else but her own hands upon her body and Buffy watching her as she had 'performed' for her, she would bet her last dollar that she had been blushing the whole time then too. She suddenly felt inordinately shy, embarrassed, awkward, insecure and a teeny-tiny part of her mind was shouting at her that after what she had just done in front of Buffy had proved once again that she really was nothing but a, 'First-class-grade-A-white-trash-whore.'

Buffy held Faith tenderly, a million and one thoughts going through her mind. She was amazed, a little bit awed and stunned. She smiled, loving this side that Faith had finally shown her and her smile spread from ear to ear because she knew that Faith was far from done. Her mind was in a tizzy just imagining what was to come next and from the thought of someday turning the tables on the Dark Slayer and letting this side of herself out to play. She almost chuckled when she felt the heat of Faith's blush against her skin. She too wondered if the ear pressing into her would brand her, it was so hot. She stifled the chuckle when she felt the emotions that were spinning through Faith's mind flow to her in an echo, especially the last one. No way, there was no fucking way that she was going to let the past come up and bite Faith on the ass now.

"B, I ah... that... what just happened, that was..."

"...let me guess Fai, just another appetizer." Buffy said, thinking that it might be better to ignore the emotions that were wreaking havoc with the Dark Slayer's mind. Acknowledging them might just give them more power. Might give them the doorway to come through full force and make it seem like she actually gave them some sort of credence, some sort of nod that she believed them too. She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but her gut told her that if Faith didn't bring them into the conversation she shouldn't either. So she went with her instincts, so far they hadn't steered her wrong. "And Fai, that had to be the hottest, most erotic, breathtakingly beautiful sights I've ever seen. Thank you."

"For what?" Faith lifted her head from its hiding place in Buffy neck, finding the courage from somewhere inside to look into Buffy's eyes.

"For just being you. For making one of my fantasies a reality." Buffy's breath caught in her chest when Faith gave her that wide-eyed almost disbelieving look of awe and innocence.

Faith stared into Buffy's eyes for the longest time, that little voice in her head struggling to be heard, to be believed instead of the love that blazed from Buffy's eyes. This time though Faith wasn't listening to it, this time she was listening to her heart, her soul and believing the truth that she saw with her own eyes. With a whimper of defeat the voice retreated, returning to its dark home inside of Faith. Only this time it found the scar on Faith's soul it had called home since its birth had grown just a little bit smaller and a little bit brighter.

"Maybe someday you'll return the favor for me, B." She gave Buffy a wolfish smile.

"Mmmm, I think that's a favor I'll be more then happy to return, S.O." It came out a scratchy purr filled with promise. Her soothing touch upon Faith's back turned teasing, her nails raking lightly down its length. She smiled almost smugly as Faith's spine arched in the wake of her nails.

"Not as happy as me," Faith told her impishly, then moaned as Buffy's nails retraced their path up her spine.

"We'll see about that, Fai..." Buffy stretched her neck, leaned up and nipped at Faith's mate-mark. Her own gasp quickly followed Faith's as she felt an echoed shadow-bite on her own mate-mark. "But not right now. 'Cause right now, if I remember correctly someone said something earlier about wantin' to fu..."

The hungry, hot-blooded, growling-hiss that spilled out of Faith and cut off the rest of what Buffy was saying surprised both Slayers. Her eyes turned an even deeper emerald; they narrowed to mere slits and glowed with an animalist thirst. Her voice rumbled out of her chest in a fiery rolling purr as she told Buffy, "Did I say wanted? My mistake, I should have said, I'm gonna fuck you like there is no tomorrow. And that B... is a promise."

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Once again without any idea of how it happened she found herself flat on her back, gripping with every ounce of Slayer strength she possessed the brass headboard white-knuckled. Her bottom lip caught painfully between her teeth as she tried not to break the three simple rules Faith had given her and that she had agreed to follow. It was either follow them or Faith would stop and that was the very last thing she wanted. She had been so smug, so down-right arrogant when she agreed to the rules and that smugness, arrogance was coming back to bite her on the ass hard and right now she would have kicked her own butt if that wouldn't have broken one of the rules.

'Oh God! How the fuck could I have been so stupid? I fell right into her trap and she knew I would!!!' she wondered and the smart-ass side of her personality decided to remind her exactly how.

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"Okay B," Faith told her while raising her hands once more over her head, "there are just three simple rules ya got to follow or I'll stop." She paused for a few minutes to feast on Buffy's neck, as she helped her to wrap her hands around the posts on the headboard. "And you have to agree to all three or it's no deal. 'K?"

'How bad can they be?' Buffy thought to herself. "Okay Faith, let's hear 'em."

"One, no touching me... " Faith wiggled her eyebrows, "...or yourself..." she paused to give Buffy a quick kiss, "...that is until I say you can and only where and how I say you can..."

"No problem Faith, been there, done that already..." Buffy smirked, her eyes devouring the Dark Slayer. She found she was loving this dominant, possessive, commanding side of Faith and lord, she couldn't wait for the day she got to turn the tables on her Dark mate.

"So you have," Faith scooted down Buffy's body a little. "Two, no movin' at all..." She dipped her head down and caught one of Buffy's nipples with her teeth, laving it delicately with her tongue. There was nothing wrong with giving Buffy a little incentive. She lifted her head and gave Buffy a tiny smirk, "...that is until I say you can."

"I can do that Fai," She snicker then almost broke the rule immediately when Faith lowered her head again and attacked one of her nipples like a starving woman.

"Sure about that B?" Faith asked, then attacked the nipple she had neglected while she waited for Buffy to answer her. When she finally got a moaned yes from Buffy, she lifted her head again. This time the smirk was much bigger that she gave Buffy, "Third, you can't cum..." She trailed her hand down; dipping in lightly to the warm wetness she knew was waiting for her between Buffy's legs. Her fingers traced teasingly almost imperceptibly through Buffy's slickness. "...until I say you can."

Faith moved her hand away from Buffy's core; she placed her hands on either side of Buffy's chest and lifted herself up. She stared down at her very aroused mate, she wasn't playing fair, she knew that. Buffy had already been acutely aroused from before when Faith had pleasured herself in front of her. Now she was going to do one of the two things she knew Buffy couldn't resist to ensure Buffy would agree to the rules. Buffy couldn't resist her, nor could she ever resist a challenge that Faith threw out to her.

"Think you're up to the challenge, B?" She purred seductively, enticingly and daringly. She had to stop herself from chuckling when she saw the predictable glint of determination not to lose shine in Buffy's eyes.

"You bet your sweet ass I am Fai... I can handle anything you can dream up." Buffy purred back just as seductively, a smug smile gracing her face. A wicked gleam in her eyes that let Faith know, that payback were definitely going to be a bitch. A bitch named, Elizabeth Anne 'B' 'Buffy' 'Gizmo' Summers.

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So now, here she was having almost broken the first two rules within the first five minutes. She had no clue how much time had gone by when she bent one of the brass posts in her hands. Right now, all she knew was she had spent the last five minutes painting mental images in her head of Giles, Luc, Wesley, Gunn, the Master and anyone or anything else that would be like an ice-cold shower to her over-stimulated, over-aroused, screaming-in-need body! Those images were the last thing she wanted to think about or see in her mind's eye. But if she even thought about Faith, or Faith's hands, her lips, her tongue, her fingers, her teeth or what she was doing with them, without a shred of doubt she was going to break the last rule. Hell, who was she kidding? She would end up breaking all three of them!

Buffy let out a whimper of such misery when the Dark Slayer once again only lightly, quickly flicked her tongue across her engorged nub, then veered away to travel over her hipbone that Faith actually felt guilty for a second and decided to take pity on her at least for a little while. She honestly didn't know how Buffy was managing to lay still, she had been teasing, torturing the living shit out of her. Her kisses, her touches, even her bites a little rougher, harder, then normal, but eliciting one of the most passionate responses she had ever gotten from Buffy. Faith felt it scorching its way to her through their bond so she had no doubt about what her impassioned love play was doing to Buffy.

She had been avoiding for the most part the more 'known', the obvious, hotspots on Buffy's body. Instead, she had explored, seeking out the lesser-known ones. She had traversed almost every square inch of the soft, yet hard body underneath her. She was pretty sure Buffy was going to go off on her when she saw how many 'love bites' she had left behind. She hadn't been able to control herself though. The need to claim, to mark Buffy as hers, was almost a living thing, breathing beneath her skin. She couldn't get enough of the whimpers, the sighs, the moans Buffy was gifting her with. Nor could she get enough of the taste, the feel of Buffy's skin beneath her hands, her mouth, upon her tongue and on her body.

She slithered up Buffy's body, resting herself between her Light Slayer's legs then shuddered along with her as she snuggled her hips down. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down into eyes filled with lust, love and determination. She took possession of Buffy's mouth in a kiss that was brutal, fierce, completely carnal, and left them both dazed in its wake. She pressed her hips down into Buffy's, making them both whimper.

She nuzzled her mouth next to Buffy's ear, breathing softly into it, "You want to move, don't you?"

"Yes," Buffy hissed from between clenched teeth.

She moved her mouth down to her mate-mark, sucking on it, tasting it with her tongue. "You want to touch me, don't you?"

"Yes," she hissed for a second time from between clenched teeth.

She nibbled her way up Buffy's neck, over her chin, stopping to murmur against her mouth, "You want to cum too, don't you?" Faith lifted her head to stare down at Buffy a wicked gleam in her eyes. She waited for Buffy to answer, but it seemed she was going to wait in vain. "Tell me," she demanded, one elegant eyebrow lifting royally, letting a little bit more of this dominant side of herself out.

Her first reaction was to yell 'YES' so loud everyone within the Immortals' domain would hear her. Instead, she just glared up at Faith defiantly, playing Faith's game and loving every last second of it.

She moved slightly, supporting her weight on one elbow and lifted herself just enough to whisper a hand down over Buffy's chest, her stomach. She moved her hand a little lower playing idly with the soft, short, curly hairs that covered Buffy's sex. "I know you do. I can smell you." She trailed a lone finger down and around the side of Buffy's twitching clit. "I feel how wet, how hot, how ready you are." That lone finger moved up and back to play with soft curls. Faith eyes narrowed as something that sounded a lot like, 'Bitch!' hissed out from between Buffy's clenched teeth.

"So tell me B..." she purred, cajoled, with just a hint of a promise in her tone, but underneath it was still a command, "...do you want to cum?"

That lone finger slid down again, hovering right over her quivering nub and Buffy felt like she was ready to jump right out of her skin. Her mind conjuring up all the wickedly evil, tortuously delightful things she was going to do to her Dark Slayer when she got the chance to turn the tables. And turn the tables she would! She stared up into those hungry, possessive eyes with a hunger all her own. A hunger she knew only her Dark Slayer could quench.

"Yes..." She let the word roll off her tongue seductively, enticingly and a little bit demandingly.

She let her other fingers join the lone one that was hovering near Buffy's nub. She slid them down and cupped Buffy's sex, shuddering at the heat, the wetness she found waiting for her. She pressed gently against the inflamed flesh and expected Buffy to jerk but she surprised her yet again when the only thing that moved were Buffy's kiss-swollen lips when they softly moaned her name.

"You're being so good... Tell me... which of the three do you want the most, B?"

"I don't just want... I 'need' to touch you. I always, will always, 'need' to touch you more then anything else, Faith." Buffy answered softly, without even the slightest hesitation or needing a moment to think about her answer. She always needed to touch her dark mate and she would, for all time, need to touch her more then anything else.

To say the Dark Slayer was surprised by her mate's answer would have been the understatement of the century. There had been such longing burning in Buffy's voice it shook the Dark Slayer down to her soul. Though a part of her believed that Buffy needed her, loved her, wanted her in the same passionate, all-consuming way that Faith needed her, another part of her just refused to believe it was true. With Buffy's passionate declaration, another one of those hidden scars upon the Dark Slayer's soul became just a tiny bit smaller and lighter.

"I 'need' you to touch me too, B." She wrapped her arms around Buffy, pulling her with her as she sat up.

She twisted around with Buffy straddling her and propped herself up against the headboard. She raised her knees up and gently leaned Buffy against them. She moved forward and gave Buffy a soft, gentle, passionate kiss. "Touch me B..." she mumbled into the kiss. Buffy's arms came around and hugged her so tightly they forced all the air right out of her lungs.

She hugged Faith for long minutes, relishing the feel of her in her arms. Finally breaking the embrace her hands roamed over every inch of Faith's silky-soft flesh she could reach. Her fingertips burned from the heat of Faith's skin, they tingled from it, sending flash-fires up her arms, down her torso creating a bonfire within her. Her whole body quaked when Faith's hot mouth surround one of her throbbing nipples, her hand reaching up to tease the other. She began to rock herself against Faith's hard stomach, whimpering low. She tangled her hands into Faith's hair dragging her mouth back up to hers. This time it was she who took the Dark Slayer's mouth captive in a purely carnal kiss. Her tongue forced its way in, conquering, tasting, exploring, teasing, the warm cavern of Faith's mouth.

Faith pulled back from the kiss growling, lowering her legs until they were only slightly bent. She put her hands on Buffy's hips and slid her away from her stomach. She growled again when Buffy's hands latched onto her breasts, her fingers pulling on her nipples, the nails scraping none too lightly around them. One hand slid from Buffy's hips, down to the inside of her thigh, then up to touch the wetness that she had created. The other hand trailed up to return the same arousing torture to Buffy's breasts that Buffy was treating hers to.

"B..." she husked, and then waited for Buffy to look at her. When Buffy finally raised her eyes, Faith slowly slid into her. The sound that Buffy made when she entered her almost made Faith lose control and climax. She glided her fingers into Buffy as slowly and as deeply as she could. "I love the way you feel... so tight, so hot... I could stay here forever."

"I could let you stay forever," Buffy chuckled wickedly, then shrieked when, with a smirk on her face and a chuckle of her own, Faith flicked her clit. "Not funny Fai..."

"Wasn't meant to be..." Faith purred, then let the hand on Buffy's breast drift down to join the other. She circled around Buffy's nub as she started to leisurely glide in and out of her with her other hand. "Was meant to make you hotter, wetter... Did it, B?"

All Buffy could manage was a grunt. She planted her feet on the bed, using Faith's inclined legs to support her as she lowered and raised herself into, onto Faith's hands. She kept her eyes locked with her Dark Slayer's as the knot of pleasure gathered forcefully deep inside of her.

"I love watching you... You're so beautiful when you're like this..." She watched Buffy with something akin to awe, it humbled her and astounded her still, that it was her that made 'her' Light Slayer feel this way. "So beautiful when you cum..."

That voice, that deep, raspy, husky voice thundered through Buffy's veins like liquid fire. It ignited the final fuse inside of her and a moan tore out of her as those magnificent, knowing hands sped up the tempo of the erotic dance her Dark Slayer was leading her on. She surged up violently as the knot of pleasure unleashed itself within her with an earth shattering force.

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When she finally came back to reality, she found herself face down on the bed, the Dark Slayer resting fully on top of her, nibbling on the nape of her neck and still deeply inside of her. Stunned she moaned low when she realized that she was just as, if not more, aroused then she was before she came. She had to be dreaming, it just wasn't possible. Or was it?

Vaguely she remembered Faith lowering her to the bed, turning her over. Somehow, Faith had managed to remain deep within her, only gentling her touch, changing the thrusting to a delicate caress.

"Welcome back, B..."

"Tha...." Buffy clutched at the bed sheets, ripping them before she could stop herself. She pushed back into Faith's hand when those talented fingers found her g-spot. Something she had always thought was a crock of shit until Faith. "...OHChristFaith!"

"Like that B?" Faith asked then rubbed against Buffy's g-spot again just to make sure she knew what she was asking.

"YES!" Buffy screeched then shredded the sheets a little more, still in total denial that Faith had her feeling this way again.

"Want more?" Faith decided to make a meal out of the nape of Buffy's neck while she waited for her to answer. She got something that sounded like a 'yes' when she plunged into Buffy a little quicker adding a twist for the hell of it. She chose to take the second sound that erupted from Buffy as a 'yes' too. "Good, 'cause I would hate to break my promise to you."

Buffy was almost afraid to ask. "Promise?" She stumbled over the word a little, then moaned as Faith rubbed herself against her back like a cat.

"Yeah, promise..." Faith murmured, reluctantly removing her fingers from their warm, wet home. She slid her hands under Buffy, grasping onto her shoulders from behind. She pulled herself along Buffy's back, purring like a crazed jungle cat the whole time. She lowered her mouth next to Buffy's ear, still purring, "You know... the promise I made earlier that I was going to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Rough, hard, fast... That I'm going to take you to a place that you've never been before, then take you there again and again..."

"Oh god, you're trying to kill me..." Buffy uttered the words without thought and without the slightest fear that Faith would take them the wrong way.

Faith heard the words and not for a second, nay, a millisecond did she misunderstand them. In fact both Slayers, never even gave a second thought to them. It was a silent testament to how hard they had worked, struggled to put their hurtful past with each other behind them and an affirmation that they truly had.

"Kill you... no..." Faith smiled wickedly, the possessive feral glint flashing in her eyes. Her wild side coming back out to play, hearing an answer from its mate in Buffy, who wanted to play too. "...gonna make you cum hard and fast and long, over and over again..." she purred, slowly, softly like she was tasting it.

"And B..."

"Yeah..."

"All the rules from before..."

"Yeah..."

"They apply..."

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