Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claims to the characters at all. No harm intended.
Comments: Well, that's
sorted then, or is it?!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty,
wrote this 09.12.01
Dedications: To 'Fluffy Buffy'
and 'Cake Faith', see, I put it in, Miss X.
Rating: NC-17, slap me with a
hard and heavy rating, baby.
Disclaimer #2. Dear All, Miss K is not the devil reincarnated. Believe me, I know she is not. Although she does have some wicked horns... In her disclaimer she states not to have these characters in her possession. However, in this parallel universe, she does. Faith and Buffy are at her full disposal and she can do to them whatever she pleases. 'Who gave her this power?', you might ask. I did. So shut up or I will create a miniature C. Blo who will sit in your ear and chant naughty words until you appreciate the art that comes out of Miss K's keyboard. Thank you for your time. Yours sincerely, Miss X (also known as God)
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas LXII - You're My Xena,
I'm You're Gabrielle
Do I wake her up?
No; no to waking her up!
What if she doesn't remember you again and calls
you a cheap fuck.
Oh, I can say the word in my head, well no good
now is it!
Anyway, I don't want to have to punch her again.
I think her brain would fall out if she took another
hit to the head this week.
I push myself up on my elbow and look down at
her.
She looks so peaceful, and happy; she looks happy!
I wonder what she's dreaming about?
Probably arcade games or something.
I watch as her fingers twitch, like a kitten.
Faith a kitten?
That's not even working properly in my
head.
Maybe a really naughty kitten, a black
one, but definitely not a fluffy one.
Right, I need to think normal thoughts or, I could
be bad.
Buffy bad?
I like the sound of that.
I can steal kisses while she's asleep.
She won't even miss them, and if I'm careful she
won't wake up, either.
Hey, plan formed.
I lean over and kiss her forehead, pulling back
to check she's still out for the count.
Yup, still safe, full steam ahead, Buffy.
I kiss her cheek, then her jaw, then her chin,
then I carefully kiss her bottom lip.
As I move back I see her eyes open.
'I like the way this Summers alarm clock thing's
working out. Carry on, B. Don't mind me, I'll pretend to be asleep.
Cop a cheap feel if you want, no objections here.'
She's not all forgetty Faith!
I slowly kiss her lips and feel them smile underneath
my lips.
She rolls on top of me, kissing and nuzzling my
neck.
Mmm, neck kissing and stuff, oh, I like the neck
stuff.
Makes my mouth drop open.
Those nifty hands again, ooo... ok, that's a new
place, nice place, just new!
Hands and lips!
I'm in Buffy Heaven.
Should I have said that?
Will I get struck down or... mmm, lips on lips.
Faith's lips on my lips, and naughty hands!
Big yay to naughty hands, BIG yay,
and it'll get to be a bigger yay if they keep moving like that.
No... where'd everything go?
'Hey! What's with the morning teasing?'
'Payback for the Buffy alarm clock, anyway, I
feel gross since I slept in my clothes again, B.'
'Well you have to come back to our room now you're
better. That way you can shower and foam yourself up with that fruity
bath stuff.'
'You been stealing my stuff, B?'
I feel her bite my neck, softly.
'Ok, we need to either finish this off,
or you need to not do anything to me, Faith!'
She looks down at me for a second, then licks
my bottom lip.
Licking. Bottom. Lip. Buffy. Like. That!
'Let's get back so I can shower, then I'll take
advantage of you.'
OK!
Fine with the taking advantage of.
More than fine, looking forward to any
Faith advantage taking.
No fight being put up on that point!
I jump up and grab my jacket and her stuff I bought
over.
Then I see a pile of pages from her diary, think
she'll be wanting these.
No peeking at them, Buffy!
'Come on, Faith! Quicker we get back then the
sooner the good stuff can start.'
'I should lose my memory more often. B the sex
machine, liking the way that sounds.'
'You'll like the way it works even better, Faith,
come on!'
Faith's POV
I wrap the towel round me and walk out of the
bathroom.
I feel a thousand times better.
Nothing like a hot, steamy shower to get you all
hot and steamy.
Not that I need that much help, got things covered
having B here and all.
I sit down on the bed and towel my hair dry some
more.
She's on the phone to Red and Tara, spilling about
what's happened.
I look over and watch her as she's doing all these
hand movements and bouncing up and down on the bed.
Guess she's happy I'm back.
Me?
I don't remember a fuckin' thing about not remembering!
I got the best deal I s'pose.
She gets off the phone and crawls over to the
end of the bed, next to me, sitting cross-legged.
'Will and Tara say hi. Tara's due out of the hospital,
tomorrow! Will worked some kick ass Wicca on her and made that
hole in her stomach better. You with me, thinking, 'glad she's on
our side!' How are you feeling, better? Should we rest up and be
sensible? Or we could go to that place with all the arcade games
you like so much.'
'Rest up? I'm...'
'Five by Five, I know! You were five by five last
time, and you turned into Faith Knight, Uber Bee-atch from Hell.
Decision made, resting.'
'What does resting involve, B?'
I keep my face straight.
Straight?
Irony's not lost on me with that one.
'Normally involves resting.'
I lean into her, and slowly kiss her neck.
'Is this resting, B?'
I pull back to look in her eyes.
Look, they're all glazed, must've missed these
talented lips!
She nods, and leans back, resting on her
hands.
I move up further on the bed, and swing my legs
over hers, so I'm straddling her hips and sitting in her lap.
Caught you, B!
She was trying to check my thighs out.
I move her face to look into mine.
'Eyes high, Summers'
Made sure I chose the smallest towel I could.
Me and the twins are just about covered
up.
Just the way I like it.
'What about this, is this resting?'
I move my lips down and kiss the corners of her
mouth, pulling back when she tries to get my lips.
Nah-uh, Buffy Summers!
Faithy's back, and she's gonna make you beg for
it, baby.
'Uh-huh, still resting, Faith.'
I lean into her, and put my arms on her shoulders.
'Sorry, B, am I too close?'
'Um, no, this is fine. Very fine!'
Buffy's POV
Breathe!
Breathe!
God, don't make it obvious you're breathing
though.
Be all, 'hey, I'm Faith, I'm cool with the breathing,
look at me, I'm Miss Wicked Sexy Hot Cake.'
Hot cake?
Is that sexy?
Maybe if it was covered in chocolate and...
Ok, breasts near... um, me.
I'm covered in Faith, I like the way this resting's
working.
Oh yeah, resting is good, very, very, good!
I close my eyes as she readjusts herself on my
lap.
My mouth's really dry!
'Open your eyes, B. Don't you like what you see?'
I flick them open and have to blink a few times.
I'm all out of focus!
Do I need glasses?
Maybe vamps wouldn't hit a Slayer in glasses.
You know Buffy, you really need to shut up and
get with the sexy stuff!
'No, I like the towel, Faith.'
She starts laughing and her lips kiss me quickly
before pulling off again.
More!
Not all, short and teasy kissing; long and teasy
kissing!
'If you like the towel, I'll keep it on then,
B.'
'I hate the towel. The towel sucks.'
Talk about answering on automatic.
See what you can do when you stop thinking, or...
something like that.
Faith's POV
'You think I should lose the towel then, B?'
Gotta love the waiting, it's like a warm up to
the big game.
Get's all the blood pumping to the right places.
Loosens, or tightens, all the right muscles, in
all those same places.
She nods at me, not insane nodding either.
B's keeping her cool then!
Looks like I have to work a bit harder at this.
Must be getting used to my charms.
Lets play hardball then.
Buffy's POV
Ooo, hips moving on my lap.
I'm getting my own lap dance, by Faith, by an
almost naked, hot, breasty Faith.
I want to rest and rest and rest until we're both
so tired we can't rest anymore.
Then we can sleep for ten minutes, wake up and
rest some more.
Hips moving and... right place, there so
in the right place to be... um, moving.
No, where are you going?!
Come back here!
OOOH...!
Faith pulling the towel off!
Naked!
Naked Faith!
With... a body that... just, that body is... wow!
Don't drop your jaw open!
Don't drop your jaw open!
Don't drop your jaw open!
Faith's POV
Gotcha, Buffy Summers!
Always nice to see her with that look
on her face; lust.
I rest my body back on her lap, and get rid of
the towel that's taking up one of my very important hands.
I got plans for these hands.
Plans that involve a naked B and some stroking
and teasing.
I wrap my arms round her neck and pull her face
up for a kiss.
Slow and steady, keep it on an even keel, Faith.
I pull back from her and lick my lips, then move
to whisper in her ear.
'I'm gonna drive you wild, B. I'm gonna make you
want me so bad you'll be begging me to give it to you.
Then I'm gonna make you beg some more, just because I like hearing
it.'
I push my body up against hers, moving my hips
against her, real slow, barely grinding.
Can feel her lick my neck, then leave a trail
of kisses up to my ear.
My eyes close as I feel her warm breath on it.
'Maybe I'm not going to beg, Faith.'
B, you kinky girl!
Looks like the mistress had taught the pupil well.
Yeah, maybe a bit too well.
She moves back, to look at me.
You're all talk Summers, can see it in those beautiful
eyes of yours.
'I can make you beg for me, B, you know I can,
you know I will. Ten minutes, that's all it'll take. Ten.
Minutes. And I'll have you writhing round under me, baby, screaming
out my name and promising me the earth if only I'll finish you off.'
Come on Summers, what you got?
'Take your best shot, Faith.'
I love this girl!
I smile down at her and push her back on the bed.
Playtime!