Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims. The only person I own is Discord.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 21.12.01
Authors comments: I will not be doing any more sex scenes. I find them tedious and boring.
Dedications: To snow, not a person but the white, fluffy stuff. It's so pretty.
Title: Chimaira own the line, not me. I make no claims
Rating: NC-17
Unbelievable ficlink: If you like X/G uber stuff then this is the best fic I have EVER read. http://www.clinched.net/gmta/speed1.html

 

Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XX - I Know Deep Down You Have A Good Heart
 
'Hey, I've told you about cold hands not touching my warm body, Faith!'
 
Where's she been storing them things, the Arctic?
 
'Sorry. You got anywhere I can warm them up?'
 
She has this really innocent face on, but I know different.
 
'Don't give me that 'holier-than-thou' face, Faith Knight!'
 
'Actually it was my, 'can I warm my hands up on the insides of your thighs' face. You got a lot to learn, Summers.'
 
She kisses me and slips them up my skirt and along my thighs, making everything goosebump.
 
'Cold! Get them off me now, before I go all Super Slayer on you and wrestle you to the floor!'
 
'B, we're already on the floor.'
 
Oh, yeah, well I so knew that.
Why are we on the floor?
Mom's always telling me not to lie on it.
Carpet grit's responsible for a lot of health problems.
Ok, I need to stop listening to my mom, she's turning me into a geek.
Actually, Buffy, you need to stop thinking about your mom when Faith's kissing your neck.
Wow, that's a gross thought, is this like that dog thing, where some Pavlova man rang a bell and...
What did the dogs do when he rang the bell?
Oh, well he rang the bell and the dogs... danced or something.
That doesn't make any sense, why would they dance?
 
Ooo!
No more thinking about other stuff, just, that!
She's never done that before, wow, ok, we can't do this on the floor!
 
'Faith, we have to get off the floor and go somewhere more conformable.'
 
'Like, the table?'
 
The table?
Hmmm, I like the thought of her taking me... 
Stop it!
Comfortable and safe and non-kinky.
Those are the words of the day, Buffy.
And remember, they're not words to be sharing either.
 
'The sofa, or bed, or somewhere with padding. Hey, why'd you stop doing that?'
 
I was enjoying that.
 
'What? That?'
 
A smile plasters itself all over my face as she does it some more.
I nod my head as I bet if I try and say something it comes out as rubbish.
 
'You like that, huh, B?'
 
No, that's why my mouths hanging open and I'm all rolly back eyes and smiley.
She's so funny sometimes.
 
'Faith, up on the sofa with me now, or I'm not going to let you do anything to me. I mean it!'
 
She kisses my neck some more then rolls off me and gets up, then jumps on the sofa, wiggling her eyebrow.
How does she do just the one?
Dis does that as well.
Is that some abnormal DNA string that most people don't have?
I lie next to her and snuggle into her body.
 
'How come your hands are cold, but the rest of you is so warm, Faith?'
 
'Because the blood that's normally in my hands is now somewhere else.'
 
'Really? Where's that then? Here?'
 
I put my hand on her shoulder.
She shakes her head.
 
'Here?'
I slowly move my hand down to her breast and squeeze it.
After a while she shakes her head.
 
'Here?'
I move it down to her stomach and slip it up her top, feeling her strong muscles tense up.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
 
'Here?'
I slip my hand along the waist of her pants.
 
'No but you're getting warmer, and making me hot.'
 
'What about now?'
I flick the top button of her pants open.
 
'You're warmer and I'm hotter.'
 
'Now?'
I flick the other buttons open.
Commando; I like!
 
'Much warmer and I'm over heating.'
 
'Now?'
I slip my hand in a little way.
 
'Yeah, you're getting there, B.'
 
'Now?'
I move my finger.
My eyes close as I find out how wet she is.
God, Faith Knight, you are such a turn on.
 
'You found it. See how hot you make me, B. Can you feel it?'
 
I love it when she talks to me like this.
I move my lips so they just brush hers when I speak.
 
'Talk to me when I'm touching you, Faith.'
 
I slip my finger so it's almost inside her, but not quite.
 
'You make me so wet, B. I love the way you touch me.'
 
I kiss her lips, softly but pull back when she tries to kiss me harder.
 
'Talk to me, Faith, open your eyes as well. I want to see them as I do this to you.'
 
She does it and her mouth falls open as she starts to pant in time with my finger moving.
 
'That feels so good. I want you inside me. I need to feel you in me.'
 
I push two fingers in her, slowly.
Her eyes almost close as I start moving in her, but she does what I said and manages to keep them open.
 
'Yeah, like that, please. I need more of you in me. Tease me, do it slowly.'
 
I pull my fingers out and slip a third into her and feel her round them, gripping me.
She's getting wetter for me all the time.
 
'You want it slow, Faith. You want me to fuck you like this? Talk as I'm doing it, but keep looking at me.'
 
My other hand pulls her pants down a little to get a better angle.
I push into her, deeper, but still slowly.
 
'Like that I... feels so good, you feel so good inside me. I'm so wet for you. You can feel it can't you? You love fucking me; pushing in me, I can see it on your face.'
 
I move my thumb onto her clit and start a circling movement that I know will make her cum.
I push into her slowly and then pull out again, repeating it once more before I hold them still and move my thumb faster on her.
 
'You're going to... I'm gonna cum for you. You're making... Yeah, don't stop. God this is going to be quick!'
 
I kiss her and move my tongue into her mouth, she sucks on it and I swear just that almost makes me have an orgasm!
She. Is. So. Hot.
 
I slow down a little and she growls at me.
 
'You want it to be quick?'
 
'Yes. Fuck teasing. Do it!'
 
I feel her whole body start to tense up and I know she's near.
I start pushing my fingers back in her, hard and fast and I feel it push her over the edge.
She breaks her mouth off of mine and buries her face in my neck.
I feel her breath on me as she screams out my name, over and over.
I think I'm going to combust!
 
She relaxes back down and I slip out of her, sit up and pull her pants back up, making her look all respectable again.
Well, as respectable as she can look in leather pants and a tight fuck me top.
Hey, at least the top worked, because I did!
How did I get to be with you, Faith Knight?
 
'I love you, Faith.'
 
I move and kiss her nose but as I pull away she starts to look all sad.
What did I say?
 
'What's wrong?'
 
'Nothing, I need a smoke.'
 
She sits up and moves round me, doing all her buttons back up.
Wow, well that made me feel cheap!
Buffy, remember what Dis said.
You need to give her space and let her come to you.
Ok, find out why she's feeling like this and don't fly of the handle.
 
'Faith, can I have one to?' 
 
'Huh? Sorry, yeah, have this one it's already lit.'
 
She hands it to me and I take a big drag.
Don't fly off the handle.
You know she likes you, but let her tell you what's wrong, don't force it.
And don't start getting weepy, you'll make her feel bad and she'll get all mad at you!
Don't!
Stop it!
But I can't.
I feel really cheap, like she should leave me $50 on the table while I make my way out.
So, me being the idiot I am, I start crying.
Then I feel her arms round me as she sits back down next to me.
 
'Why you crying? What's up?'
 
Word it nicely, don't freak her out.
 
'I'm not mad at you. Just, you made me feel sort of, I don't know, cheap. Did I freak you out with the L word? Not lesbian, but love. Hey, I said lesbian, wow! Ok, not the point but we can come back to that later. I know you don't want to make me feel that way, but you did. I'm not mad at you, though. I want to know what happened, if you're ok telling me, I'm not going to make you. I'm happy sitting her crying, don't mind me. I'll try not to drip on your sofa.'
 
I got a tiny smile out of her.
See what you can do when you don't go all grrr on her.
 
'It's not you, B. It's me. I'm pissed at myself, not you. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, no way. Not after that. You're so beautiful, d'you know that? I mean... yeah, well you do now.'
 
She stares at her cigarette and I know she's feeling awkward about what she said.
Faith's all uncomfortable saying nice things to me?
See, that makes them even more special!
I'm going to have to get another sheet of paper for all the reasons I love her, because I've nearly covered this one, front and back.
 
'Thank you, you're kinda nice yourself.'
 
'You think?'
 
She nudges me with her shoulder but doesn't look up.
 
'I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think you were something special would I? Why are you pissed at yourself?'
 
There's this long silence as she stares at her cigarette.
Wait for her, no pressure, just wait.
 
'I want to say it back to you, when you said, you know, I want to say it back to you, but I can't. All the time my heads telling me not to, because of what happened before, like, maybe I tempted fate or something. So I'm fucked off with myself for not telling you how much I like you. I'm not pissed at you.'
 
She takes my hand and puts it to her face, so my palms on her cheek, and rests into it.
 
'I know how much you like me, you don't have to say it outloud, you say it in other ways, so I know. I'm not stressed about it, look how unstressed and free of all things troubling I am.'
 
She moves her head slightly and spreads my fingers to look through them at me.
 
'You know that I do though, what you said to me, I feel that way about you to, B.'
 
'I know, that's why it's ok. I know you L me. We'll keep it quiet though, don't want to be tempting fate and all.'
 
'Ok. Thanks.'
 
'That's what happens when you L someone, you do crazy stuff.'
 
She kisses my palm and moves to lay her head down in my lap.
See what happens when you take a step back and don't freak out, Buffy?
 
You finally get the girl!