Authors: Eliza Lentzski
"N-nothing else?"
The hands at Buffy's waist tightened.
Faith nipped at the top of Buffy's ear. "Why?" the brunette challenged in a quiet voice.
The blonde swallowed hard when Faith's hands wandered up to cup her breasts over her sheer top. Her hands softly massaged the small slayer's pert breasts. "Did you have something else in mind?"
Buffy could only whimper in response when the dangerous brunette pinched and twisted her hardening nipples through her lacy bra and thin top. Faith growled deep in her throat as the California slayer pressed her backside more firmly into the taller woman's body. Even if she wasn't saying the encouraging words Faith longed to hear, everything about Buffy's body-language gave her the confidence to continue.
The Boston girl abandoned the svelte slayer's breasts and moved her hands beneath Buffy's skirt. Her hands slid easily beneath the cotton material and up the blonde's equally smooth legs. Despite their partially exposed location, the smaller slayer surprisingly didn't protest. No one would voluntarily venture down the darkened alley at this hour, but it certainly wasn't isolated, either.
Buffy could feel the heat radiating from Faith's hands. She could feel the tension and the hesitation as the raven-haired beauty fumbled momentarily with the shorter woman's lacy underwear. The Boston girl shoved the material to the side, affording her better access to the blonde's sex.
Buffy gasped out loud when she felt Faith's fingers enter her from behind without warning. "Fuh," she panted as the air left her lungs.
Faith steadied herself and the smaller woman by placing her free hand flat against Buffy's taunt stomach. "Nice to know you're ready for me so soon," she stated between clenched teeth. "Was worried that your boy might have dried you up."
Faith knew what she was doing was wrong and unfair, but she couldn't control herself. The Californian-born slayer had yielded too easily to her advances. And the arousal coating her fingers was evidence that the blonde didn't want Faith to act controlled, either.
"So tell me, B. And be honest," the Boston girl growled into the smaller woman's ear. She pulled back her fingers until only the first knuckles hovered near the blonde's tight hole. "Do you think about me when you're fuckin' that pinhead?"
She stabbed her fingers back into the golden-haired slayer's sex. Buffy moaned and bit her lower lip; it felt as though Faith's fingers had gone impossibly deep inside her.
Faith's voice was hard in the blonde's ear. "Do you imagine it's my tongue and fingers when he's between your thighs?"
Buffy shuddered when Faith bit down lightly on the patch of skin between her neck and shoulder. Her skirt, which had seemed like such a practical decision with the muggy summer weather, was now bunched up around her waist. The Californian bent slightly as the dark-haired woman continued to ram her fingers in and out of her soaking slit from behind.
"Does he know how you like to be touched?" the brunette demanded in a harsh whisper, her fingers unrelenting, unforgiving. "Does he make you cum?"
In one deft and unexpected motion, the Boston woman pulled Buffy's thong down her hips, and it dangled precariously around her knees. Gravel crunched against pavement as the dark-haired woman repositioned herself, falling to her knees behind the prone slayer. The blonde felt vulnerable and exposed as Faith separated her pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. She blew cool air onto Buffy's swollen pussy lips.
This wasn't exactly how the Californian had expected to spend her Bachelorette Party. When Willow had insisted she even have one, the blonde had relented but only after her red-headed best friend assured her there would be no surprises.
Faith stuck her tongue out and licked up the juices that had accumulated on Buffy's inner thighs. Keeping the elder woman's pussy spread wide with her fingers, she slid her tongue deep inside her wet gash.
"Oh God," Buffy moaned loudly, her eyes rolling into her head.
It was wrong. It was all wrong. Everything she was letting Faith do to her was Wrong with a Capital W. But Buffy couldn't help herself. Everything about Faith felt too good.
She spread her legs further apart - as far apart as the underwear around her knees would allow - and rested her hands on her knees, bending over for the Boston girl. Faith's tongue assaulted her insides while her short nails dug into her thighs, leaving behind half-moon indentations in the blonde slayer's toned flesh.
Over and over again, Faith stabbed her tongue into the elder girl's wetness. Her stiff, textured tongue slipped over Buffy's most intimate crevices and folds, causing the blonde to call out into the darkness after just a few intense minutes.
When the tremors of the blonde's climax faded, Faith slid out of the elder woman's pussy. As if suddenly remembering herself, Buffy straightened and pulled her skirt back down. She smoothed the slightly rumbled cotton material over the tops of her thighs and was unable to look at the Boston girl.
Faith stood up from the asphalt and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm staying at the Sheraton by the airport," she rasped gruffly. "Room 537. If you want a bachelorette party you'll never forget, ditch the geek squad and come over."
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Buffy walked through the front entrance of the chain-hotel. She hesitated momentarily when the tall man behind the front desk looked up from his book. It was late. Too late for the typical customer to be checking into the hotel for the night. Everything about Buffy's presence screamed ‘Booty-Call' and she knew it.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Oh...um...elevator?" the blonde managed to get out. "I'm visiting a friend. Just here to talk."
The hotel employee pointed to the left. Buffy flashed the man a brief, thankful smile and headed toward that direction.
An older couple stood in front of the closed elevator doors, waiting for the elevator to arrive as well. The silver-haired man smiled at the attractive blonde. "G'evening," he rumbled in a deep voice.
"I'm not staying here," the Californian blurted out. "Just visiting a friend. To talk. Nothing else."
The couple gave the girl a strange look and Buffy blushed at her ineptness. When had she become so socially awkward?
The elevator ride to the 5th floor was uncomfortable. Buffy stared straight ahead, not daring to look at the older man and woman in the tiny compartment with her. When the elevator reached her floor, it lurched and paused. The doors retracted and Buffy rushed out of the lift.
"Have a good night!" she chirped, not looking back at the stunned pair inside.
Following the directional signs, the Californian soon found herself in front of room 537.
"Just here to talk," Buffy mumbled to herself as she stood outside of Faith's hotel room. "Just here to talk," she repeated as she raised her hand to knock on the door.
After a short moment of painful waiting, the door finally swung open.
"Hi," Buffy squeaked.
Faith stood in the doorway, still wearing the tight denim and white wife beater she'd worn to the club earlier. Her dark hair hung in loose tendrils, framing her face. Her face didn't reveal if she was surprised to see the blonde girl at her rented room.
"Come in," Faith said, moving to the side.
Buffy walked into the modest motel room. The room was clean, but felt old. Two double beds occupied most of the main room. An uncomfortable-looking office chair and cherry wood table took up the space near the large, blinded windows. To the left was a doorway that led to the standard hotel bathroom. The room was silent beyond the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
"I'm just here to talk," Buffy announced into the room.
Faith smiled slowly as she closed the door silently. "No you're not."
The blonde blinked. "What you did tonight...outside the club..."
Faith's cocky smirk fell from her face. "God, B. I totally lost control back there." She covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath. "I just...." She was silent for a moment until her hands dropped and her shoulders straightened. "I really came here...I came to Cleveland tonight to see you off," she explained, looking into Buffy's hazel-green eyes. "I didn't mean to complicate things by...doing that. I-I just couldn't help myself."
"How did you know where to find me?" Buffy asked pointedly.
"Kennedy told me about the party," the brunette revealed. She rubbed at the back of her neck and gave the Californian a pained look. "I just...I just needed to know."
Buffy's face looked skeptical. "Needed to know what?"
Faith's head dropped and she looked up at her sister-Slayer through her thick eyelashes. "I needed to know if you were happy."
"You mean with Preston," Buffy said slowly.
The Bostonian nodded. " ‘Cause if you are, I'll stop showing up like this," she noted. "I'm not gonna apologize for what happened earlier, but I don't wanna fuck up a good thing for you. You deserve to be happy."
Buffy looked hard at the dangerous slayer. Had Faith really come all this way just to give her blessing for the wedding? As the Boston girl kept her eyes averted, something inside the blonde slayer broke.
Before Faith could react, Buffy's lips were pressed against hers, hungrily exploring her mouth. The Chosen One groaned loudly when Faith immediately thrust her tongue into Buffy's mouth, tasting the aftereffects of whatever fruity beverage the blonde had been nursing at the dance club. Buffy's hands made their way beneath Faith's white tank top and she raked her short fingernails down the taller woman's taut abdomen.
"Wait, Buffy," the brunette said a little breathlessly. "Stop." Faith pulled the blonde's wrists away from her body. "I-I can't do this again," she said with effort. "I won't be a home-wrecker. Besides, you only came here to talk, remember?" She smiled with only half her face.
Buffy took her sister-Slayer's hand and slid it under her skirt. The Boston woman offered her no resistance, and she brought it to the wetness between her thighs. "Does it feel like I just want to talk?" the elder woman asked quietly, curling the brunette's fingers so they cupped her bare pussy.
Faith hissed when her fingertips came into contact with the slippery liquid spilling from Buffy's sex. Her arousal coated the inside of her soft thighs. "God, Buffy," she moaned in a pained voice.
The Boston girl grimaced as she slid a finger deep inside the Californian. The inside of Buffy's sex felt like molten lava, hot and thick around her prodding finger. Both women groaned loudly when Faith plunged another finger between the blonde's pussy lips.
"You - we, we can't," Faith stated breathlessly, although she didn't stop her movements between Buffy's thighs.
"Don't get a conscience on me now," the blonde growled through clenched teeth. Buffy felt slightly put off by Faith's show of unexpected willpower. Her brain told her that just being in this room with the dangerous brunette was wrong, but her body told her otherwise. Everything about the younger slayer felt right.
With remarkable self-control, the dark-haired slayer removed her hand from its former location nestled between the Chosen One's folds. Faith pushed at the blonde's chest and Buffy stumbled backwards. Her lips felt swollen and tingly and the ache between her thighs was now a roaring fire.
"We can't," the Boston girl repeated in a voice filled with resolve. She bent at the waist and gripped at her knees as though winded from a great effort.
"I thought I was going to get a Bachelorette Party I'd never forget?" Buffy taunted.
The elder slayer's body screamed in frustration. She wanted the old Faith Lehane - Want. Take. Have - not this mockery that stood before her. Buffy needed Faith to be possessive, damaged, angry, and violent. The Boston girl had only ever been gentle with her, minus the alley. The alleyway had re-awaken those dormant emotions and memories for the blonde.
If she had been bolder and surer of herself, she would have taken matters into her own hands. Faith's back would be pressed against the wall and Buffy's fingers would be buried deep inside her. It was as if another side to Buffy's personality had been unveiled. The want, the need, and the violence scared her, however. Was love supposed to feel like this?
"What are you...where are you going?" Buffy asked, her mouth slightly agape. She watched as the brunette girl calmly walked away. Faith grabbed a wooden chair from the far corner of the room and dragged it closer to the center.
A slow smile spread across the Boston woman's face. "I guess I did promise you a Bachelorette Party," she mused aloud.
Buffy nodded like an impetuous child, pulling a chuckle from the taller girl.
"Sit," the brunette smiled. "Enjoy."
While Buffy obeyed the dark slayer and took a seat, Faith turned on the hotel television and flipped to a music channel until she found what she was looking for. Alicia Key's music video to "Un-Thinkable" poured from the television's tin-y speakers.
Faith swayed back and forth in time to the music. The opening drumbeats filled the room. The brunette closed her eyes and ran her hands up her flat stomach, cupped her breasts, and brought her fingers up through her loose hair.
Buffy cleared her throat and squirmed a little in her chair. She was going to explode if she didn't get to touch the other slayer. With Faith's eyes still closed, Buffy stood and took a hold of the taller woman's hipbones. The Boston girl's eyelids flipped open and she frowned when she felt the blonde's hands on her.
"Ah-ah," the brunette chided. "Don't you know the rules? You can look, but you can't touch."
"Rules? For what?"
The edges of the brunette's lips curled upwards. "A lap dance, of course."
Faith pushed the smaller girl backwards with the tips of her fingers and Buffy fell back onto the chair.
"Sit, Buffy," the dancing girl commanded.