How Do You Want Me?
Part Two
RATING: NC-17 – like we write anything else!
SPOILERS: Season 4, up to and including “Who Are You”
SUMMARY: What if things had gone differently when Faith-in-Buffy’s body had gone to visit Riley in his room?
DISCLAIMER: We own nothing with the possible exception of our original story idea. The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it’s characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
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AUTHORS’ NOTE: For the purposes of this fic, when you see the Faith's name, we are really referring to Faith-in-Buffy’s body. Hope that isn’t too confusing!
Graham looked up at Riley. “I don’t know about Rye over there, but I’m certainly ready for round two.”
“Yeah, I can feel that you are,” Faith replied as she pushed down against his erection, causing him to moan.
“How about it, Rye? Is your side up to it?” Graham asked him.
“Watch and see,” Riley countered. He opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto one finger. After closing the tube and setting it to the side, he traced the puckered, rosy opening of Buffy’s ass with the tip of his lubed digit. Pressing forward slowly, he began to insert his finger.
Faith stiffened at the invasion before she could stop herself. *Goddamn! Feels like B’s a virgin back there! Well, she won’t be after tonight!*
Riley had felt her sphincter tighten, preventing him from going any further. For a brief moment, he had the thought that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Buffy, are you sure about this, baby?” He asked out of concern for her.
Faith nodded her head as she did some quick thinking. *Have to act and sound like B here.*
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied as she forced herself to relax. “It’s just… first time and all…”
“You mean you’ve never had anal sex?” Graham asked.
She shook her head. Faith herself was no stranger to ‘back door’ sex, but there was no denying that Buffy had never traveled down that particular sexual avenue.
“We don’t have to go through with this,” Graham offered kindly.
She reached down and cupped his face in both of her hands as she stared into his incredible blue eyes. “I’m only going to say this once, so pay attention. I *want* to do this. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t be here.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, she added, “Isn’t that right, Riley?”
“Buffy does have definite opinions on what she does and doesn’t want,” he agreed. “If this is going to work, though, then you have to relax for me, okay?”
She nodded her head again and focused on relaxing her anal muscles. Soon enough, she felt Riley’s index finger slide all the way inside.
He kept the digit still for a moment to give her time to adjust. When she began to buck against his encased finger, he slowly inserted a second one, stretching her.
“God! That feels so good!” She exclaimed a bit breathlessly. “So, which one of you is gonna fuck me back there?” It crossed her mind that B probably didn’t use the word ‘fuck,’ but at this point in time, she didn’t really care.
“Well, I had your pussy earlier,” Graham spoke up. “So, if it’s alright with Rye, I’d like to have the honor of deflowering your ass.”
“That works for me,” Riley said. He knew that he was more endowed than Graham and that his cock would probably hurt her more if he tried to put it in her ass. It was best to let Gray break her in.
“Well, then, it seems as if some switching of positions is in order,” she said.
Riley pulled his fingers out of her and she sat up and moved off of Graham. He quickly sat up and got up off of the bed for a moment, allowing Riley the room he needed to stretch out under her.
Riley pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. He filled his hands with her breasts and tweaked her nipples with thumb and forefinger.
Faith moaned low in her throat as she took back her earlier thoughts about Buffy’s breasts. They might be small, but damn were the nipples extra-sensitive. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs.
After a few moments, Riley pulled back from her and proceeded to stretch out on the bed. He picked up a condom and handed it to her. “Would you do the honors?”
“Be glad to,” she replied, taking the foil packet from him and tearing it open. She slowly rolled the latex down over his impressive erection. Afterward, she carefully straddled him, and then lifted her hips up slightly as she took him in one hand in order to guide him inside of her.
When she felt his bulbous head at her entrance, she slowly sank down, moaning in ecstatic pleasure as he filled her, inch by incredible inch. For all of her sexual experience, Faith didn’t think she’d ever had anyone quite as big as Riley. It confounded her as to how exactly Buffy was able to take him.
When she was fully seated, she opened her eyes to look down at him. His hazel eyes were full of an expression that she couldn’t quite fathom, for she had never seen it in the eyes of anyone she’d ever been with before. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn that it was the look of love.
“Is this a private party, or can I join in?” Graham asked, breaking the reverie between them.
“Sorry, Gray,” Riley apologized. “Just got caught up in the moment, you know?”
The other man chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
He picked up the unopened condom from the bed, opened it, and put it on. As he sank down into the mattress on one knee, he reached for the previously discarded tube of lubricant. He watched as Riley drew his legs up, providing a back rest for Buffy, and also making room for Graham to get behind her.
He moved into place and opened the lube, squirting a generous amount into the palm of one hand, and then stroking himself with it. Wrapping one arm around Buffy’s tiny waist, he placed the head of his cock at the opening of her ass, and pushed forward slowly until he felt the head slide past her sphincter.
Faith groaned. She couldn’t help herself. It hurt a bit, but the groan was more from how full she felt than from the pain. If you were going to be the meat in a sandwich, then there were no two guys better than these two to do it with, in her opinion. B sure as hell didn’t know what she was missing out on.
“Are you okay?” Graham asked as he paused. “I’m not hurting you too much, am I?”
“No,” she said. “I just feel so full, but it feels good.”
“All right then, here I go,” he said as he entered her fully. His cock was now buried to the hilt inside her tight ass. He felt like he could come right then, so he quickly reached down and grabbed the base of his cock, encircling it with thumb and forefinger. It was a trick he had learned during previous sexual adventures such as this.
Riley placed his hands on her hips, silently urging her to move on him. Faith was a girl who didn’t need to be told twice, so she began to ride the man lying beneath her. Satisfied that she had established her rhythm, he removed his hands from her hips and reached up to grab hold of her breasts instead. He smiled at the look of sheer bliss on her face as he lightly pinched her nipples.
Graham took his cue from her. Each time she thrust down on Riley, he waited to catch her on the upswing, and then he thrust forward in her ass. Soon, the three of them were moving together as if they’d always been doing this.
Her eyes began to glaze over as she felt Buffy’s inner walls began to contract. She knew that she was right on the edge, and she wanted to take her two partners with her over the precipice. Closing her eyes, she concentrated so that she could alternately contract her vaginal muscles with those in her ass, giving each of the guys a treat.
Riley removed one hand from her breasts and brought it down to where her pussy met the base of his cock. He inserted a finger between her folds, seeking out and finding her clit. He began rubbing it with the tip of his finger.
“Oh, shit! I’m gonna come!” She squealed as she felt the beginnings of the delicious tightening inside of her.
She threw her head back and Graham took the opportunity to lean forward just the slightest bit so that he could capture her mouth with his. She moaned into his mouth as her climax happened.
Riley was the next to go, again calling out her name as he came. Satisfied that both of them had come, Graham released her mouth and tightened his hold around her waist as he began to thrust for all he was worth. Throwing his head back, he hollered out something unintelligible as his orgasm washed over him.
When he could think clearly again, Graham slowly pulled out of her and eased off of the bed to dispose of the condom. Faith raised her hips up, allowing Riley to slide out of her. She rolled off of him carefully, and then collapsed on the mattress next to him, leaving ample room on her other side for Graham to join them.
Riley with a slight groan carefully sat up and pulled off his own condom, tying it off and tossing it into the wastebasket.
“I don’t know about you guys but I’m pretty much spent.” Graham said, reaching down to pick up his bathrobe off the floor. “I’m going to bed and get some much needed shuteye.”
Faith watched the handsome, dark-haired Marine grab his bathrobe and decided she wasn’t about to let this once in a lifetime opportunity to get even with the blonde Slayer, slip by.
*I’ll teach you, Blondie, to gut me for your vampire lover. I’m going to make your new boy-toy here sit up and beg… he’s going to roll over and play dead… he’s going to perform tricks the likes of which you never thought possible. When I get through with him, he’s gonna beg me for more.*
“Halt, Soldier. No one said you were dismissed,” Faith commanded. “Drop the robe and stand at attention!”
“What?!” Graham asked, looking up in shock that Buffy was giving him orders.
“You heard me. You’re not going anywhere,” Faith answered. “You can’t just come waltzing down here and expect to get only what you and Riley want. I’m not just one of those ‘slam, bam, thank you, ma’am’ cheap bimbos you two probably pick up in some bar.”
Faith looked back at Riley, who sat there bug-eyed at her outburst. Yup, she had their MO pretty well pegged.
She saw the looks on the two men’s faces and knew she had guessed right. These guys were used to getting their way with anything in a skirt.
*Wonder if B knew this about her clean cut American boy.*
“So that’s what you two usually go after, isn’t it? A pick-up in the bar or maybe a call girl?”
Their silence was enough to tell her that her guess was accurate.
Slipping off the bed, she walked over to startled man and grabbed the bathrobe out of his hand, throwing it over into the corner.
“Seems to me that the two of you owe me a little payback…”
Riley looked back at Graham. He had no idea what Buffy was leading up to.
“I thought you liked the threesome. You didn’t?” Riley asked. *God, did I go too far?*
“Of course I liked it, baby!” She answered, walking back to the bed to give him a hug. “It’s an experience I’ll never forget. In fact, I liked it so much I want the three of us to do it again real soon.
*Yeah, that would get B. Thinking she’d have a nice quiet night with lover boy here and then have Graham walk in and say. “Are you guys ready to rock and roll?” And jump into bed with them.*
“But that’s not the point. Relationships are give and take, I gave and you took. It’s time for you two to do some giving.”
“What do you have in mind, Buff?” Riley asked, nonchalantly brushing his hand along her hip as he looked up into her eyes.
Faith’s smile grew into an evil grin. “I want a twosome while the third watches.”
Riley’s jealously immediately jumped to the forefront. “What, you doing it with Graham?”
It was one thing for Riley to suggest they do a threesome because that meant he was in control of the situation. It was sharing something special in his life with his best friend. With Buffy suggesting that it only be a couple, that meant there was a possibility that she preferred Graham over him.
Faith laughed as she saw that look of uncertainty and jealousy on his face. She liked that.
“No, baby. I want *you* to do it with Graham.” She answered, feeling his hand suddenly stop its movement. She knew that was the last thing he’d expected her to ask.
A response came quickly and not from Riley.
“No fucking way!” Faith heard Graham exclaim from the middle of the room. “I’m not gay. I don’t do it with guys!”
Riley started laughing. Graham was lying. “No, except that time last summer when you got drunk…”
Graham burst out. “That’s right, I was drunk and vulnerable! You end up doing things when you’re drunk that you wouldn’t be caught dead doing while sober!”
Riley continued to laugh. He remembered that night in Cleveland, when a bunch of Initiative guys decided to go out bar hopping and ended up in a sports bar. Graham was doing shooters and soon had quite a buzz going, and his usual quiet, reserved demeanor disappeared. He talked and laughed with everyone around him, whether he knew him or not.
After some time a middle-aged man, who had been sitting alone at a table watching them, walked over and sat down next to Graham. It wasn’t very long before Graham was leaning in close, deep in conversation with other man. Both appeared to be getting along with each other, laughing and telling stories.
Riley, who was drinking less than his friend, realized the guy was trying to lead Graham into something more personal than just conversation, when the subject was changed from sports to disappointing nights spent sleeping with low class pick-ups. He watched the suggestive looks and subtle touching of Graham’s hand and the occasional pressing of leg against leg. Riley wasn’t sure though if Graham was too drunk to grasp the fact that the pick-ups the other man was talking about weren’t female but male. This man was gay and very open about it.
While he was concentrating on what was happening to Graham, a beautiful redhead walked up to Riley and tapped him on the shoulder, and invited him to join her in a drink. Riley agreed, thinking that maybe this was his lucky night. Ordering a beer, he followed her to a dark secluded booth in the back, leaving Graham behind at the bar.
An hour later when a very disheveled and unusually tight jeaned Riley came stumbling back to the bar to order more drinks, he noticed Graham wasn’t anywhere in sight, and neither was the middle-aged man he had been talking to.
“Hey, do you have any idea where the guy sitting here went to?” Riley asked the bartender. It wasn’t like Gray to just take off without telling anyone where he was going. Looking at the concerned faces of his other buddies it was obvious that they had no idea where Graham had gone.
“Oh, I heard him and the other guy talking about stepping outside and they walked out,” the bartender answered.
“When?” Riley asked.
“About ten minutes ago, I’d say.”
“Shit!” Riley answered, thinking that Graham had finally realized the guy was hitting on him and wanted to make a point that he wasn’t a homosexual - a point which may very well have included a balled up fist. Gray wasn’t one you wanted to engage in a fight, he was a ‘Golden Gloves’ boxer.
Grabbing a few other Initiative buddies, Riley ran out to try and break up a fight before there was too much bloodshed. But when they got outside, they discovered all was quiet and Graham was nowhere in sight. The next several hours were spent with everyone walking the streets in a futile attempt to find their missing friend.
The next morning Graham woke up hung-over and naked in a hotel room that wasn’t his own. Tied off condoms had been tossed into a nearby wastebasket, a jar of petroleum jelly sat open on the night stand and the man from the bar lay beside him, also naked and greeting the young Marine with a chipper ‘good morning’. The guy didn’t seem at all fazed about waking up next to another man. In fact, it was an everyday occurrence to him.
Later that morning, when Graham opened up his wallet to pay the cabby for a ride back to his own hotel, he discovered an additional hundred-dollar bill tucked neatly inside with his other money.
Riley and the others had just finished calling hospitals and checking in with the Missing Person’s Bureau, when Graham stumbled , face unshaven and clothes wrinkled, into the hotel lobby. When asked where he’d been, he only shook his head indicating he didn’t want to answer. Even when a condom fell out of his pocket, he refused to talk, just letting everyone come to his own conclusion of what he had done.
“How many times did you do it? Was she any good?” Were just a couple of the questions asked of him.
Only Riley kept quiet and didn’t join in the ’20 questions’ game. He could read his friend like a book, Graham wasn’t proud of his conquest, and he was embarrassed and uncomfortable with the questions.
As soon as they were alone, Riley asked. “You left with that guy last night, didn’t you?”
Graham couldn’t look Riley in the eye but answered ‘yes’ he did.
“Shit Rye, I ended up sleeping with him!”
“You should know by now Gray, I’m not going to judge you. If you’re leaning toward that kind of lifestyle, I’ll understand and keep it quiet so the brass won’t get wind of it.
“No, I’m not, I’m 100% hetero. Believe me Rye, women are a good thing!” He quickly answered, but then after a moment of deep reflection, went on to say. “I can’t remember what he said to me to get me to leave with him. All I know was I was saying ‘yes’ and then following him out of the bar and into a cab. The rest of the night I remember in bits and pieces. I know he did me while in the shower and he was on all fours when I did him. There was a 69 in there somewhere, too.
“Hell, why didn’t I stop it!” Graham asked him.
“Because you were drunk and it felt good.” Riley answered knowingly.
That had happened last summer. It was subject that Riley and Graham never brought up until now.
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“Don’t laugh Rye, I remember Frat Week during our freshman year….” Graham was quick to remind him.
“That was Initiation, you knew the orders.” Riley spit out, his face turning a deep red.
“Yeah, and afterward I heard rumors you had a natural talent.” Graham teased. “Or maybe it was that you improved with practice.”
Again Riley’s mind ran to another time and place. Back when he was a naïve, small town farm boy in his first year of college, trying to fit in with others by joining a fraternity. That’s where Riley first met Graham, a fellow pledge.
During Frat Week, each pledge was assigned to one of the fraternity’s senior members. During that week the pledge had to perform daily tasks for his senior. If he refused, he was automatically blackballed from joining. Some of the pledges had to clean rooms and some had to do laundry.
Graham was luckier than Riley, his senior only told him to scrub his bathroom with a toothbrush. Riley’s tasks were something that he didn’t tell his fellow pledges. When the week ended, one could say the naiveté in Riley Finn was gone and he was no longer ‘an innocent’ when it came to the alternate lifestyle. He’d get telephone calls during all hours of the day and night with his senior’s voice ordering him to ‘report for duty’.
“You have twenty minutes to get your tight little ass over here.”
“But its 2:00 a.m. and I have an exam in the morning.” Riley answered, trying to get his eyes focused on the clock face to see the time.
“I don’t give a shit about your exam and you’re losing precious time in arguing with me, Finn. You only have nineteen minutes left.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Riley answered with a groan.
“Not yet you haven’t.” The senior said with a sneer. “But you soon will be.”
During that week Riley learned first hand the true meaning of ‘beck and call boy’. After Frat Week, the senior ignored him and Riley became just another freshman member.
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Faith listened to the two argue that neither had had control over what had happened to them.
“Okay, you two, you can call it anything you want...” Faith answered, looking at Riley and then Graham. “…a hazing or a drunken orgy, but tonight you two are going to do it while sober and voluntarily. I don’t want to hear any excuses or whining.”
Graham looked at Riley sitting on the bed, one hand on his side trying to keep his pain to a minimum and the other hand on Buffy’s hip, his fingers squeezing in nervousness.
“Gray?” Riley asked, cautiously. “It’s not like anyone has to find out. Buff’s not going to tell.”
Riley turned to Faith and smiled knowingly. “Right, honey?”
“Right baby, nothing leaves this room.” Faith answered. *Until I’m ready hightail it out of town then it’ll be spread around campus so fast it’ll make your head spin.*
Graham nodded, finally giving in. “Oh, all right. I’ll do it,” he answered.
“How?” Riley asked. Since it was his girl who wanted this, Riley felt the choice of method should be Gray’s. It was only fair.
Graham thought a few minutes and then leaned over the bed. “You get the lube, Rye.”
“What about you?” Riley asked, slipping on a condom and preparing to coat himself with the slick compound.
“You can hand fuck me,” Graham answered, also reaching for a condom and opening it. No need to get the bedspread wet.
Riley was just finishing coating himself up with a generous portion of lube when he asked, “Do you want me to stretch you out?”
Graham shook his head. “No, if I remember, I liked it tight. The sensation’s more intense.”
Riley knew what he meant. The senior’s mood had always determined how gentle or harsh Riley was entered. If the senior was pissed, Riley knew penetration would be hard and swift, no consideration taken of his comfort or any enjoyment. That’s when Riley had had to bite down on his hand to keep from crying out in pain.
Other times, when in a good mood, the senior would carefully stretch Riley out and enter him slowly. At those times, the older boy would allow Riley to come. Riley relieving himself if they stood face-to-face, or lying on his back with legs raised. When entered from behind, either standing up or on all fours, the senior would bring him to climax, since Riley’s arms were supporting his own weight and he couldn’t touch himself. It was during that time that Riley had first discovered that anal sex could be enjoyable, even to someone straight.
“Do you want lube inside?” Riley asked.
“You coated?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m good to go.” Graham answered, bending over and spreading his legs enough to allow Riley easy access to his entrance.
Riley hoisted himself carefully off of the bed and moving behind Graham, positioned his cock and started to push in, when he saw Buffy bend over the side of the bed to pick something up.
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Faith was never one to just sit and do nothing while everyone else around was having fun. She knew exactly what to do to add a little excitement to ‘round three’.
Reaching into her purse or rather Buffy’s purse, Faith pulled out a large dildo and held it up for examination.
*Yup, I’d say that’s about Angel’s size, maybe not as big as the standard military issue, but big enough to get the job done.*
Riley halted his penetration when he saw his girlfriend pull out the dildo. "Buff, where did you get that?"
Faith smiled innocently. “Oh, this old thing? I’ve had it a long time, since high school as a matter of fact. Sometimes it was the only thing that got me through the day.”
While Faith had been rummaging through Buffy’s closet, trying to find some clothes that fit her lifestyle, she’d discovered a shoebox tucked away in the corner. Faith’s curiosity had gotten the best of her and she’d opened it, getting the surprise of her life - wrapped in several layers of tissue paper lay the dildo.
“Gee, B, this thing gives a new meaning to the word ‘pump’.” She’d said, lifting it out of the box.
Faith had always had an overactive imagination and all sorts of scenarios for its use popped into her head. She wondered if Buffy had used it as a substitute, after she and Angel had discovered his little sexual problem. Of course, the dildo would have had to be refrigerated first to get the same effect as the real thing.
Or maybe its use was just the opposite, that Angel used it to help warm her up on those cold winter nights after patrolling. Faith could just picture Angel and Buffy lying side by side and naked. He pumping the dildo into her while she lay with her eyes closed and knees raised up, fantasizing that it was really he entering her.
*Yeah B, you couldn’t fuck the undead anymore, so you found something else hard and cold, and it vibrates to boot. There’s nothing better than a toy when you can’t get laid. Well, you could’ve gotten laid by Xander but then why get tied down to another loser… Nah, the dildo is a lot more fun.*
“Rye!” Graham said, through gritted teeth. “For god’s sake…. don’t stop… you’re splitting me in two.”
Riley’s attention snapped back immediately. He was going to have to get the details about the dildo later. He really did want to know why a girl who’d only had sex with the sleaze-bag Parker kept a dildo.
“Sorry Gray!” Riley answered, starting to move again.
Riley slowly pushed his cock in all the way. As soon as his cock pressed against Graham’s prostrate, Graham’s own cock snapped to attention, ready for action.
Riley wrapped his arm around Graham’s waist to grasp his ass tight against his own taut stomach, while his other hand clenched Graham’s cock and began to stroke it lightly.
Faith watched both Adonis and Apollo, these two living gods, work each other. Riley’s hips and hand moved in synchronization, while Graham’s ass pushed back counter to Riley’s thrusts. The slapping of balls against ass was a glorious sound to Faith’s ears and her eyes gazed upon a wondrous sight, as Graham’s cock grew longer and thicker, and his balls expanded.
The vision was getting Faith hotter by the second and she really wished these true instruments of manhood weren’t sheathed in latex. They should be exposed for the whole world to admire.
Lifting the dildo to her mouth, Faith began to take long leisurely licks up its true-to-life form. She began to moan softly, imagining taking turns on each one of these two men. It was true that the dildo wasn’t nearly as big as Riley and was probably smaller than Graham, too, but imagination was a wonderful thing to have. It could give a girl what she wanted.
Riley and Graham glanced up at Faith, positioned further up on the bed, on her knees and proceeding with her own entertainment. The room’s temperature suddenly got noticeably warmer.
Faith slipped the dildo inside of her mouth and began to suck on it like a Popsicle.
“Oh, god!” Graham muttered under his breath.
Riley’s response was slightly different when the adrenaline began to flow throughout his body. He broke out into a sweat.
Faith pulled the dildo out of her mouth and switched it on to vibrate and then pressed it across her breasts, touching the sensitive nipples. They pebbled up immediately and Faith lolled her head backwards while arching her back, allowing her long blonde hair to cascade down just touching the top of her firm, creamy ass.
“Oh yes, it feels so good!” She said breathlessly.
Riley and Graham groaned loudly in response. Both wanted to take those breasts into their mouths and suck and nip at those hard nipples.
Slowly sliding the vibrating dildo downward, she felt goosebumps rise up on her stomach in anticipation of where this instrument was heading.
Stopping at her clit, Faith held the dildo there until she couldn’t stand the physical excitement anymore and she had to have something inside of her. Spreading her legs wider, she pushed the dildo in all the way and began pumping it.
Riley and Graham were now both breaking out in a heavy sweat. Riley’s thrusting and stroking became stronger by the second. Graham’s breath was coming in loud gasps as a result of the three-way assault on his ass, cock, and eyes.
Both Graham’s tight channel and the sight of his girlfriend getting off on fucking herself were stimulating Riley’s cock. It seemed to swell up from huge to now gargantuan proportions.
Faith continued to pump the dildo… in and out… in and out… in and out. There was only one thing left to do in order to make her come. Visualizing a pair of tongues licking her, Faith’s fingers began to brush against her clit. That was all she needed and with a loud scream, her body shuddered with convulsions as she fell backward onto the bed and writhed in ecstasy.
Her screams and contortions sent Riley and Graham’s libidos skyward. And both came literally at the same time.
“Oh, Jesus, God in Heaven!!!!” Riley called out.
“I’m coming… I’m coming!!!” Graham’s voice could be heard mixed in with Riley’s.
Riley fell on top of Graham’s back in utter exhaustion. Graham unable to hold himself up, let alone Riley, collapsed on the bed.
All three lay panting, sweating, and moaning - each coming down from one the strongest orgasms that any of them have ever had.
“God… that was…”
“Yeah…it was.”
“Riley, why haven’t we ever done this before?” Faith asked in Buffy’s tone of voice, so as not to bring on any suspicion.
“Didn’t think you’d like it. You never seemed to like anything out of the ordinary.”
“Mmm, I really like this. The next time we have sex we’ll have to do a threesome again. I didn’t know what I was missing.”
*There, that should set up everything. I can get my kinky sex and no one will be the wiser.*
Riley reached over and pulled his girlfriend’s hand to his lips, kissing her palm.
“Your wish is my command, My Lady. Another threesome it’ll be.”
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EPILOGUE:
Of course, another threesome amongst them never happened. After spending the one glorious night with the two Marines, Faith had found herself back in her own body. Seems that someone had gotten wise to what she’d done and come up with a way to reverse it. She had her memories, though, and as she sat in the empty boxcar of a moving train, that is what she thought about.
Riley, meanwhile, had been more than a little bit shocked to learn of the whole body switching incident. He sat in a chair in the corner of his room and watched Buffy, who was seated on the side of his bed, using his telephone.
She hung up the phone, and fixed her gaze on him. “She’s gone. Not a trace. Giles says the Council guys have cleared out, too.”
Riley was beyond bewildered and was also feeling tons of guilt. “I don’t understand. How could she have… how is it possible?”
“Magic.” Buffy replied simply.
Memories of the previous night raced through his mind, compounding the guilt he was feeling. “I knew there was something… I should have picked up on it, I should have just-“
The full meaning of his words hit Buffy like a fist to the stomach. In that instant, she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt what had happened between her boyfriend and Faith the night before. The mere thought of it caused a small part of her to die inside.
“You slept with her,” she said quietly, even though she wanted to scream.
He looked up, his face full of apology. “I slept with *you*.”
She looked at the bed, suddenly wanting to be anywhere else, and got up. Crossing over to the window, she stood with her back to Riley and looked out. The campus seemed full of girls today. Girls who were happy and laughing because their boyfriends hadn’t slept with their worst enemy.
“Man would I like to get my hands on her… but not in a sex way…” he faltered. *That’s a god damn lie! What I wouldn’t give for just one more go around with that sex kitten with claws!*
“I don’t think she’s coming back,” Buffy said flatly, while still staring out the window.
“I guess she had her fun,” he said. *Hell, fun was had by all, that’s for damn sure!*
“Yeah… fun…” Buffy replied dismally.
*Buffy can never, ever know what happened in this room last night. Man, the first chance I get, I have to talk to Graham in private and give him the low down. Thank god he’s not the type to go around bragging about his conquests. No one except the two of us and Faith will ever know.*
Riley didn’t quite know how he was going to accomplish it, but one thing was clear to him. He had some serious ‘making up’ to do with the blonde who was staring out the window, and by god, if it took him the rest of his life, he’d make her happy again.
The End
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