Disclaimers: Joss owns them, he is the man. I am merely playing, no harm intended.
 
Comments: Ok, people, back on track, right? Yup! Lets get these Slayers unhappy! I mean, lets get these two together.
 
Ratings: Fucked if I know. Hang on, that makes it at least a 15, fuck. Woo, slap a 18 certificate on me, we are now entering SwearVille.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XIX- For Best Results, Please Cold Wash on a Gentle Spin
 

'You got the lotion, Faith?'
 
How long does it take her to get into a bikini anyway?
Oh, here she ... HOLY CRAP!
 
'What's up? Hey, I thought we'd have to pay to see the Grand Canyon, close your mouth, B.'
 
But... look... stuff... wow... skin... lots... sexy...!
 
'What? You don't like my pool bikini? There's too much of it... I'll go change.'
 
Change...
Huh?
NO!
 
'No, it's fine Faith, it's a bit... minimal.'
 
'You want to see the other one I've got! I don't like tan lines.'
 
'Just I never knew they made bikini's out of dental floss, that's all.'
 
And that's an understatement.
What she's wearing would cause traffic to pile up and grown men to weep.
 
Wow!
She looks... just... wow!
 
'B? You gonna get changed into yours?'
 
What?
Oh.
HEY!
 
'I HAVE!'
 
'Oh, right, just thought you might wanna leave some skin exposed. But hey, you wanna come down pool side to keep me company, then cool.'
 
She grins and throws the lotion at me.
I catch it and make my 'Oh you are so funny, no really, NOT' face.
It's tried and tested.
 
'Ok, so mine isn't as skimpy as yours, but I like to leave something to the imagination, Miss Knight.'
 
'Well, Miss Summers, I've checked everything you've got out in the bathroom mirror. So no need to go all shy now.'
 
I feel a warm blush spreading over my face.
Damn it!
Oh, I'm so cool... god, idiot!
 
'Whatever, let's go.'
 
.........................
 
'B? Can you do my back?'
 
Back?
Do what to it?
She hands me the sun lotion.
Oh, right.
OH!
No!
This means touching, and touching is bad.
I mean, touching is good, if it's with someone special and you are both someplace private.
Ok, no thinking about 'special touching'
Nope.
Finished with the sexy, 'special touching' stuff.
We'll just do the 'very ok' spreading sun lotion on Faith's back.
 
She has such a nice back.
 
I squirt some cream into my hands and move over to her.
She's lying on her front, on possibly one of the most uncomfortable loungers, ever.
Mine's been digging into every part of me for the past hour, while we've been baking in the heat.
 
'Hang on, B. Let me undo my top.'
 
Nononononononononono!
Oh...!
Look, more skin... tanned skin; tanned, toned, smooth beautiful skin.
Faith's tanned, toned, smooth beautiful skin.
 
GET A GRIP BUFFY!
Pretend she's your mom and you're spreading lotion on her.
Euuuuuuuuuugh!
Ok, we're going with the NO to pretending she's my mom!
GROSS!
Well my mom's not gross, just my thoughts, with me pretending she's my mom, is gross.
 
Can I stop babbling in my head?
 
I move my hands down to her back and start to spread it, very quickly.
 
'Done! You're all sunproofed.'
 
'B? Can you rub it in? I don't think it works as well if you just kinda leave it all over my back like that.'
 
Rub it in?
I fight back the urge to sob.
Crap.
 
Just rub it in Buffy, rub it in and get it over with.
I move my hands on to her hot skin and begin to rub with little circles.
Rubbing and stroking and moving.
I close my eyes as I feel her murmur underneath me.
 
I'm in Hell.
Really.
 
'Done!'
I force out.
God, I am done!
Finished, completely.
2 minutes touching Faith has turned me into a gibbering wreck.
 
'You coming into the pool, Faith?'
 
'Nah, I'll leave a slick with all this stuff on me. Anyway the water's freezing!'
 
'Yeah I know, I'll be right back.'
 
I slowly walk over to the pool and jump into the freezing cold water and thank Circus Circus for providing on tap cold showers.