Cirrus helped her Slayer to bed in the dimly lit room. She left and returned in a moment with a basin of warm water and a roll of bandages and stripped Faith of her clothing. There were many wounds, whip marks, burns, scratches, and bites. Slowly, gently, Cirrus cleaned each wound and wrapped it up.
“ I missed you...” she whispered softly. It was the first thing that had been spoken between them.
“ Cirrus...” Faith breathed. “ I... I’m so...” she began, her voice cracking.
“ Shh... I know. It’s okay...” Cirrus assured her, caressing her cheek lightly and planting a kiss on her forehead.
“ No,” the Slayer insisted. “ It’s not okay. I never should have stopped trusting you...” Her arm slid up around her werewolf’s neck, pulling Cirrus down closer. They kissed.
“ Wait...” Cirrus said as Faith’s kisses grew harder, more needful. “ Are you sure you want to do this? Do you feel well enough?”
Faith chuckled. “ Cirrus... nothing could stop me from doing this... Besides,” she added with a coy smile, “ I never did get to thank you for last time.” She pulled Cirrus’ head down gently and licked her ear. The werewolf shivered.
The Slayer rolled over on top of her lover and, at a slow and maddening pace, began to undress her. When she was done, Faith looked upon her girlfriend’s naked body for the first time. It was lean and hard with muscle, her breasts were small, and her sex cleanly shaven. The Slayer gasped. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She pressed her flesh to Cirrus’ as they kissed again, roughly. Faith’s lips trailed down, brushing the werewolf’s smooth neck and strong, solid shoulders. She dusted kisses all over Cirrus’ petite breasts and sucked the erect nipples, feeling them grow harder in her mouth.
Cirrus moaned. She ran her fingers through her lover’s dark hair. “ Faith... god Faith... please... touch me...”
The Slayer’s hand slid across the werewolf’s washboard stomach and further down, lightly cupping her aroused sex. Cirrus gasped when her girlfriend slipped two long fingers deep inside her. Soon both developed a rhythm of bucking and thrusting and Faith’s thumb worked the sensitive bud that ached for attention. Soon, panting, and trying to moan quietly so as not to disturb Oz or Abraham, Cirrus let her orgasm flood through her and out, onto Faith’s hand.
Faith rolled over off of Cirrus and lay on her side next to the girl as she tried to catch her breath. The Slayer brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked the sweet wetness off of them. “ Cirrus... mmmm... you taste so good...”
Cirrus turned to face Faith. She kissed her, tasting the remains of her own juices on those delicious lips. They drew each other closer and, wrapped in each other’s arms and enjoying the beautiful body heat, Slayer and werewolf fell asleep.