CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
Welcome To Slayer Stamina

Faith ignores the knock on her door; she knows who it is and she doesn't want to talk to her.

She's been curled up into a ball on her bed for the better part of the last half hour, staring at the wall across the way as she makes an effort to shut down every single emotion she's feeling. It's not working as well as it used to. She wants to drink… so badly, but she doesn't have anything anymore and it's not like she's gonna ask her mother to buy her some when she's over there trying to get off of her own drug of choice. That'd be fucked up.

So Faith's just been lying there, staring at the wall, unmoving. Ain't nothing else to do. She wishes she could sleep, but she's not tired at all.

The knocking continues.

"Go away, for fuck's sake!" Faith shouts, getting fed up with it. She's obviously not answering the door for a reason; Buffy needs to take a hint.

The knocking does finally stop, but not for the reason she'd like. Within moments her door is opening – not her front door, but the one connected to her mother's room. "Fai, honey; Buffy's here to see you," her mother announces, like she doesn't have the first clue how annoying she's being. Faith looks up and sees them both in the threshold and she scowls.

"Didn't answer my fuckin' door for a reason, Mum."

"I know," she answers, yet doesn't apologize or explain. She just smiles at Buffy and tells her, "You can stay as long as you like, dear; don't let her try to kick you out. She has this nasty little habit of thinking she runs the place I pay for."

Faith glares at her. Way to undermine her authority, damn.

"Uh… thanks, Mrs. Lehane," Buffy replies, looking like she feels a little awkward because she came into Faith's room even though she obviously doesn't want her there. She's probably second guessing her decision because of the unhappy look plastered on Faith's face.

Caroline gives Buffy another smile and then leaves the way she came; closing the door behind her, leaving Buffy and Faith to just stare at each other in silence. Faith still hasn't moved from her curled up position on the bed; there really isn't any point to. Buffy already knows she's upset, be dumb to try to deny it.

Buffy looks really nervous for reasons Faith thought she understood until she tells her in a shaky voice, "Don't judge me, okay?" Faith furrows her eyebrows, not understanding what the hell she's talking about. Buffy takes her coat off, her trembling hands laying it over the bedside table. Faith just watches her, trying to figure out what the hell she's supposed to not be judging her for as she kicks off her shoes.

Then Buffy pulls her shirt over her head.

"Uh, B?" Faith tries, finally realizing Buffy's about to get naked in her hotel room. Her eyes are trained on Buffy's hands that are now sliding her jeans down to her ankles. "Whatcha doin'?" she attempts to ask casually, though her heart is starting to beat a thousand miles an hour. She sits up a little and her eyes go wide as Buffy reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra.

"Apologizing," Buffy replies softly, looking scared out of her fucking mind. This is not exactly how Faith pictured this moment to go.

"B, stop," she tells her, quickly crawling across the bed to latch her hands around Buffy's wrists, preventing her from taking off her underwear. She knows she doesn't want to do this. "You don't gotta prove anything to me, okay?"

It's almost scary how the vulnerability on Buffy's face turns to determination in the span of a second. Faith finds herself flat on her back and Buffy on top of her before she even registers that she pushed her backwards. "What the—" she tries to exclaim, but she's cut off by Buffy's lips pressing against hers roughly, muffling the rest of her protest in her throat.

When Buffy breaks the kiss, she's pinning her down; their faces inches from each other. "This is what's going to happen," she tells her seriously. "Are you listening?"

"Uh…"

Faith doesn't exactly know what to make of this complete one eighty, honestly. But her confusion apparently is enough confirmation for Buffy.

"We're going to have sex and I'm going to let you give me an orgasm," she tells her, as if she's dictating a freaking grocery list. But she stumbles as she amends, "Well, uh, maybe not now – you don't exactly look turned on by all of this – but someday; probably soon." Buffy looks down at her, pursing her lips for a moment as her eyes search the brunette's. "You're pissed that I don't have faith in you," she goes on; her voice softer, yet still determined, "but you need to understand that I have to take precautions of my own, so this is how it's going to be: if, at any point after this, I happen to look at you differently, you won't run from it."

Faith just stares at her, eyebrows raised a little from how sure her voice is about all this, when not five minutes ago she looked like she nervous wreck.

"And if you do…" she starts, eyes flashing with serious intent, "I will find you and I will beat you down, probably within an inch of your life. Do you understand?"

Damn.

It's not determination Faith's seeing in her eyes right now; it's the Slayer, her survival instinct. Maybe they aren't in a life or death situation, but Buffy's terrified of being hurt again. It doesn't matter if it's physical or if it's emotional; it's all the same to her right now. So these are her… battle plans, for lack of a better term. And in some wacked out, backwards sort of way… it kinda turns Faith on.

Or maybe it just turns the Slayer in her on.

"Y'know, you're kinda sexy when ya get all bossy like that," Faith tells her, smirking slightly. But Buffy doesn't take the bait.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Faith," she tells her, voice much softer now as she looks down at the girl beneath her. "You've been... really amazing lately and it wasn't fair of me to assume that you haven't changed any. I know you have, I can see you have." Buffy finally lets go of her wrists, allowing her movement. She brushes a piece of chocolate hair away from Faith's eyes as she tells her, "But you have to understand where I'm coming from too; you already pushed me away once because you were scared of something serious."

Faith exhales a long breath, looking up at her. She was trying to avoid this whole conversation with sex, but she should know by now that's never going to happen. Her avoiding shit, that is; not the sex. Buffy's had enough of her runaround, obviously. "I wish I could promise you shit, B; but I can't," Faith tells her honestly, figuring if she can't get out of it than she might as well give into it. "This is already a lot for me, y'know? And it doesn't freak me out as bad anymore, but a lot of this stuff still makes me wanna run away like a punk ass bitch. I won't lie about it."

Buffy purses her lips, upset crossing her features. She doesn't like that answer, though looks like she expected it nonetheless.

"But with you threatening my life like that; might be enough encouragement not to be a complete fuck up," Faith adds, smirking a little to help ease the tension. Buffy smiles a little despite herself, but then smacks her on the arm and reiterates:

"I will kill you, you know." She's saying it playfully, yet is still completely serious; Faith can see it behind her eyes.

"I know. Ain't stupid," Faith replies, still smirking at her a little. But the smirk eventually fades and she gets serious. "I'm never gonna intentionally hurt you, Buffy. But… y'know, to be on the safe side and everything, maybe if you do end up… you know… you probably shouldn't tell me until I can… deal." She hopes Buffy takes that well, but with her she can never be sure. She braces herself for potential backlash, but thankfully it doesn't come.

"I… can probably do that, yeah," Buffy replies, giving her a shy smile as their eyes connect. She shrugs lightly. "I guess I don't have to tell you everything that's going on in my head." She sounds like she's teasing her and Faith smirks.

"Sounds like a plan, then. But first…" Buffy squeals as suddenly Faith's hands are cupping her ass, pulling her a little closer to her on her lap as she sits up, her lips only a breath away from Buffy's. "Kinda want to take advantage of this whole half naked thing ya got goin' on right now," she breathes just before her lips find Buffy's in a kiss that leaves the blonde breathless.

Buffy kisses her back with the same amount of bruising passion, but she seems to be able to gather her thoughts better once Faith moves from her lips to her neck. While she's still grabbing onto her, grinding her hips into her, and very much encouraging it all, her lips say the most un-fun thing ever, "Uh… Faith? We… mmff… we actually have to… patrol…"

"Fuck patrol," Faith breathes before she sinks her teeth into the junction where Buffy's shoulder blade and neck meet, making Buffy gasp loudly as scratch down Faith's back.

"But— Oh god," Buffy gasps as Faith tweaks both her nipples simultaneously, making her close her eyes and lose her train of thought for a second. "We… uh, we promised Giles…" she tries, though her hands are now weaving their way through Faith's long locks. Her body is obviously not very in sync with her brain.

"Fuck Giles," Faith whispered in her ear before taking the lobe between her lips, emitting a shiver that goes all the way down Buffy's spine. The blonde's hand tightens on her hair, nearly pulling some from her skull.

But unfortunately Buffy isn't letting this go and she pushes Faith away from her softly. "I'm sorry," she tells her, a little breathless. She clearly doesn't want to stop either, but the difference between her and Faith is that she can push everything aside to do her job. "But we need to find Darla. This is kind of important."

Faith groans, flopping back on the bed and looking up at her with a hint of a scowl on her face. "Fun sucker," she accuses. Buffy gives her a pleading look and Faith rolls her eyes, succumbing. "Fine." But a naughty smirk crosses her features before she tells her, "But I gotta have a taste first; it keeps my strength up." Her hands grab hold of Buffy's hips and she pulls her in one quick motion so the blonde is situated over her face. Buffy squeals from the unexpected movement but it quickly turns into a moan as Faith yanks Buffy's panties to the side, wrapping her mouth around her clit.

"Jesus… Oh my god," Buffy pants as her eyes flutter closed and she grabs onto Faith's head. The brunette wastes no time sliding her tongue deep inside of her, which makes Buffy clench and press her hips closer to her face. "Oh fuck, Faith…" she groans, seemingly forgetting about everything else for a moment as she begins to ride Faith's tongue.

However, the moment is short lived.

Buffy squeals again as suddenly she's thrown off of Faith, landing on the bed in an unceremonious heap. She looks so confused and it makes Faith chuckle. "Sorry B; we gotta patrol." It takes a minute for that information to sink in, but then Buffy narrows her eyes.

"I hate you."

Faith laughs, she can't help it. She knows what she did was kind of mean, but she didn't want to be riding the horny train alone. "Now you know how I feel. Alright, can we get this shit done with so we can get our asses back here?"

Buffy, in a state of sexy disarray, raises an eyebrow at that. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?" she asks, like she's a little unsure.

"Might be invitin' ya to stay the weekend, depending on how well the night goes," Faith replies, smirking a bit as she sits up, grabbing Buffy's clothes. She tosses them to her. "Now c'mon; let's get this shit over with so I can get your hot ass back in my bed." She grins when Buffy flushes shyly at that, obviously pleased with the compliment.

Faith watches intently as Buffy begins to put back on her clothes, and all she can think of is: I can't wait to rip those off again. But by the look on Buffy's face, they both actually seem to be on the same page for once.

You know how Faith said she wasn't entirely sure if Buffy felt the 'horny' part of H&H? Well, she's sure now.

They didn't find Darla, but they did dust a little over a dozen vamps between them. By the time they ended up back at Faith's place, they were both feeling that other H so hard that they barely even made it through the door. It took forever for Faith to get her key in the lock as Buffy's lips were attached to hers at the time, though when she did finally get it open they nearly ended up falling on their asses because they were both so firmly pressed against the door. Thankfully they managed to stumble into the far wall, so it broke their fall. Not that they probably would have noticed or cared otherwise.

Clothing was shed immediately; something that Buffy initiated by nearly ripping Faith's shirt clean from her body. Faith isn't really sure what her endgame is in all of this, because even though she said they would have sex soon, it doesn't necessarily mean she's ready now. However, Faith starts to question her motives less once Buffy forcefully tugs on her leathers, silently demanding they come off of her. She's never done that before, so Faith's figuring the chances of them actually going all the way tonight are getting pretty damn high. Within moments they're both naked and Faith's on her knees, doing the one thing she knows she has permission to do.

"Yes… oh god," Buffy pants, putting her leg over Faith's shoulder as her hands tangle in her hair. She bites her lower lip; face etched in pleasure as she thrusts her hips towards her face in a desperate attempt to feel more of Faith's mouth on her. Faith's tongue maps every inch of her sex, her teeth lightly scraping over her clit in a way that makes Buffy jump, crying out softly in pleasure. "Faith… baby…" she breathes, encouraging her with her words as her fingers tighten their grip on Faith's hair.

She's clearly gotten over the weirdness factor, which Faith is extremely thankful for right about now. While Buffy's insecurities can be cute, right now she just wanted to do what she does best without all the awkwardness. Though then again, if this really is gonna end up being the first time they have sex, Faith knows that's a pretty tall order.

"Oh god; that feels… ohh," Buffy pants, tossing her head to the side so that her cheek is pressed against the coolness of the wall. Her fingernails are starting to dig into Faith's scalp and it's actually starting to hurt, so Faith retaliates by biting on the inside of Buffy's thigh. Not hard, but hard enough to make her point.

Or at least she thought.

Instead of getting the hint, the violence only seems to egg Buffy on more and she almost yanks Faith's hair from her damn head. Faith cries out in pain (and maybe a little pleasure) and she stands up quickly, slamming her hands on either side of Buffy's head. The noise is so loud it makes the blonde jump, but her squeal of surprise is swallowed by Faith's tongue invading her mouth again. Buffy throws her arms around Faith's neck and moans, wrapping one of her legs around her hips. Faith groans at the feeling of Buffy's wet pussy against her skin and bites a little roughly on Buffy's bottom lip, making the blonde's hips buck against hers.

Faith, wanting to feel more of her, lifts Buffy's leg up over her shoulder, pressing her hard against the wall. Buffy being a cheerleader is definitely helping with this position since her limber body adhered to it without any trouble. Faith groans as she feels Buffy's wetness smear across her stomach and she plunges her tongue deeper into her mouth, eliciting a whimper from the girl beneath her. Her whole body is starting to heat up, the Slayer tingles are starting to go haywire, and Faith wants nothing more than to slide her fingers deep inside Buffy and fuck her until she cums screaming her name.

"B, I wanna…" she breathes against her lips, the rest of her sentence interrupted by Buffy plunging her tongue into her mouth again. Faith thinks she may be trying to avoid it, that is at least until she whispers one, simple word across her lips.

"Please…"

Faith doesn't need any other invitation. Her hand snakes between their bodies until she covers Buffy's sex with her hand, her fingers delving into her wetness and slipping against her clit. Buffy's hips buck slightly and she closes her eyes, her breath coming out short and heavy. She tangles her fingers in Faith's hair and lets her head fall back against the wall, causing a bang that gets overshadowed by a loud moan.

Faith's lips crash against hers almost violently, swallowing the loud cry that Buffy emits as the brunette slides two fingers deep inside of her. Faith groans against her lips, feeling Buffy clench around her digits in a way that makes her clit jump and arousal pour down her thighs. "Oh fuck, oh my god…" Buffy whimpers, burying her head in the brunette's neck. Her lips are sliding against her smooth skin, tasting a hint of salt from the light sheen of sweat that's already begun to form all over Faith's body. The blonde's breathing is ragged against her ear and she cries out softly as Faith's thumb slips over her clit while her fingers are buried up to the knuckles inside of her.

As Faith continues to slam her fingers inside of her, twisting them a little to enhance the pleasure against her g spot, one of Buffy's hands comes up above her head, holding onto the edge of the wall as she uses the leverage to push her hips deeper into Faith. "Uggff… Faith…" she breathes, eyes shut tightly with overwhelming pleasure. Faith's pretty sure seeing her like that, head thrown back and eyes closed in wanton abandon, is probably the sexiest fucking thing she's ever seen in her life.

It isn't long before the combined effort of Faith's fingers and her thumb slipping over her clit has Buffy's insides clenching hard, her mouth open in a silent gasp. Her eyes pop open for a second and Faith notices the look of sheer panic mixed with all the pleasure as she gets close. She's starting to freak out about the feeling again. "Faith… I… oh God, I think… I… I can't…" she stumbles through her panting gasps, fingers digging into the brunette's shoulder blade. She tries to pull herself away, but finds herself trapped between the wall and Faith and there's no where she can go.

"You can," Faith tells her, a throaty whisper in her ear. "And I'm gonna make you." Buffy's gonna cum no matter what at this point; Faith's determined. Buffy looks halfway between turned on by that and terrified out of her mind and as she gets closer she starts slapping her hand on Faith's shoulder really hard; not trying to push her away, but probably trying to get her to slow down. But Faith doesn't know the meaning of slow. Her thumb slips against Buffy's clit mercilessly and her fingertips make their home against Buffy's g spot and when Faith feels the pulsing start around her fingers, she grins a mile wide.

Fuck yeah.

Faith knew Buffy had a set of lungs on her, but damn. She screams something completely unintelligible yet still sounds like goddamn bloody murder as her pussy contracts and an insane amount of fluid comes gushing out of her. Faith's eyes go wide as she feels it cover her hand and even part of her stomach. It's warm, it's sticky, and it's probably the hottest damn thing Faith's ever felt before.

Holy mother fucking shit, that was so cool.

"Dude," Faith exclaims, grinning from ear to ear, looking at Buffy like she's the eighth wonder in the world for that performance. Buffy doesn't seem to notice though because the orgasm seems to take too much out of her and her knees buckle. "Shit!" Faith exclaims, catching her just in time before she hits the floor. "You okay?" she asks, out of breath as she looks down at her.

"I'm… fucking lovely…" Buffy replies, sounding a little dazed as her eyes close. Her head slumps against Faith's shoulder and Faith swears, more than aware that Buffy just passed out on her; her body just got heavier from going completely limp. She should have known that was going to be wicked intense for her; she should have planned this better. Like, Buffy should have fucked her first. God damnit.

Even though it sucks, Faith can't really find it in her to get mad about it. She made Buffy cum; something no one else has ever been able to do, not even Buffy herself. So she carries her to her bed and places her down, figuring as much as it sucks, she'll just have to take care of her little problem on her own. At least this time when she masturbates she can stare at Buffy's naked body; gotta find that silver lining.

Faith settles in next to Buffy and wastes no time sliding her cum coated fingers into her own heat, finding something really sexy about mixing their arousal. She groans softly and turns her head to look at her sleeping girlfriend, her eyes roaming every dip and curve of her figure. She wishes Buffy was awake for this more than anything, if not for helping her out than to just watch. There would be something really sexy about having Buffy watch her masturbate.

That thought alone drives Faith forward and she presses on her clit harder, closing her eyes for a moment as the pleasure sparks through every inch of her body. "Fuck," she breathes, pushing her hips further into her hand. It doesn't take long before her whole body's heated up and she's gasping hard into the silence of the room. One of her hands is resting on Buffy's hip while the other is taking care of business and for a second, she thought she was imagining the feel of Buffy quietly stirring. That is, until Faith feels a hand that's not hers slip over her abdomen and down to rest atop hers, stilling her motions.

"Don't," Buffy tells her, voice hoarse as she struggles to become fully conscience. She's more than aware of what's going on though, that's for sure.

"B, I gotta—" Faith tries, her voice filled with desperation. She needs to get off; it's bordering on unbearable now.

"I know," Buffy replies softly, hoisting herself up into a sitting position. "Just… give me a second, okay? My head is still swimming; I think I might have blacked out." She looks really confused all of a sudden as she takes everything in, pressing her palm to her temple to try to level herself out.

Patience is so not something that Faith has right now, but she grits her teeth as she clasps her hands together, trying to control herself. She was so fucking close. And yeah, Buffy doing it would be better, but Faith's always down for seconds too. Apparently Buffy doesn't want her doing the job she's supposed to be doing though, which at least shows how far she's come with the whole… lesbian thing. She still looks nervous; actually really nervous now that's she beginning to fully awaken, but she doesn't tell Faith never mind, or to continue with what she was doing. Instead she leans in, kissing Faith softly on the lips.

"Um…" she starts as she gently climbs on top of her, looking down at Faith like she's trying to convince herself she isn't dreaming. "You'll… tell me if I'm doing it wrong, right?" Faith probably shouldn't find her timid vulnerability sexy, yet she does. Then again, right now she'd probably find a banana sexy; she's that turned on. Well, maybe that was a bad example; bananas are incredibly phallic shaped.

Regardless.

"Honestly, you could probably just fuckin' blow on me right now and I'd cum," Faith replies, chest still heaving as she squirms a little beneath her, desperate for her touch. "Don't think you can do anything wrong at this point."

"But—"

"B."

"Yeah, sorry," Buffy apologizes, looking a little flustered from the pressure this situation entails. She takes a breath, hesitating again. "Do you… uh, do you want me to go down on you, or do you…?"

This is too much talking.

"You think too much," Faith tells her impatiently, before she wraps her hand around the back of Buffy's neck, pulling her in to crash their lips together. Her other hand seeks out Buffy's and guides it to where she needs her to go and the moment the blonde's slender fingers slide through her heat she groans into her mouth, lifting her hips to match each one of Buffy's slow, nervous strokes. She's fumbling a little but honestly, it didn't fucking matter. Just the feeling of Buffy touching her makes Faith go wild and she kisses her harder, trying to silently encourage her.

Faith's moans seem to give Buffy some confidence because she finally slides two of her fingers inside of her, seemingly losing her breath for a moment from the feeling of being completely and intimately surrounded by Faith. "Yeah, like that…" Faith encourages breathlessly as Buffy begins to move her fingers in an out of her. Their breathing each other's air and though Faith's eyes are closed, she can feel Buffy looking down at her intently. When Buffy's thumb slips over her clit Faith cries out, sliding her hands up the blonde's hips and to her back where she digs her nails in, furiously pumping her hips against her hand in a desperate need to get off.

Buffy's matching exactly what Faith did to her not an hour previously; monkey see, monkey do, apparently. Which is probably an awful thought to have about her girlfriend but it's not like she can stop the random things that pop into her head when she's getting fucked. But because of that, Faith figures maybe it is a good thing that she ended up doing her first because Buffy probably wouldn't have the first clue where to begin if she didn't—

Faith loses track of all competent thought and focus as Buffy increases the pressure on her clit while beginning to leave hot, open mouth kisses all along her collar bone. "Fuck, Buffy…" Faith moans, sliding one of her hands upwards to weave in golden locks as she feels herself begin to hover over the edge of oblivion. But then Buffy hits one really nice spot and she screams, slamming her hand into the wall behind her bed so hard that the plaster cracks from the force. Her inner muscles are spasming, Faith's swearing at the top of her lungs, and she hits the wall for a second time as her back arches, her toes curl, and she touches the fucking sky.

This is the best goddamn day ever.

When Faith comes down and is finally aware of what's going on, she hears Buffy giggling. "What?" Faith asks, her voice coming out mumbled and practically incoherent.

"You just ruined your wall," Buffy replies, apparently finding this hilarious. "You should see it. It's like—"

"Fuck my wall," Faith mumbles as she blindly reaches for Buffy, pulling her closer so their lips can connect again in another long, passionate kiss. Her hands map every inch of the blonde's body while her tongue invades her mouth, giving herself enough time to recuperate from her high until suddenly she pushes Buffy off of her, moving so she's the one on top now. She smirks down at Buffy's perplexed expression. She probably thought it was cuddling time.

"Again?" she asks, like the concept is inconceivable.

"Welcome to Slayer stamina, B," Faith replies, smirking as she watches Buffy's expression turn from one of perplexity to one of arousal as she scratches her nails lightly up her stomach and over her breasts. "Or, at least a better use for it," Faith finishes, giving her a wicked smile before she leans down, capturing one of Buffy's nipples between her lips, eliciting a soft whimper from the girl beneath her.

Yeah, they were definitely gonna be here for awhile…

TBC…