Rewrite: Anywhere is (Challenge)

[ciroce@xxxxxxx]

Hi everyone, I've been lurking on the list for awhile. I noticed Carol's 
fic 
the other day and really enjoyed it. It was very erotic and fun ::grin::
Myself, I like to write, but I'm terrible at coming up with original ideas. 

So I kinda went through Anywhere Is and cleaned it up and 
wrote it as I'd have written it if I were the sort of person to come up with
good smutty ideas. This is posted with Carol's consent.

Enjoy (I hope),
Marie

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<<Title: Anywhere is
Rating NC-17
Disclaimer: All BTVS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Alternative world were Faith never went bad. A try at Kimbers
challenge>>


Willow and Buffy were home for summer break from college. Faith had been
living at the Summers home since she broke her leg fighting the mayor. Now
that Buffy lived at the dorm, Mrs. Summers found it comforting to have Faith
around. 

The three young women were fixing a picnic basket for tomorrow's Fourth of 
July picnic at the beach, the whole gang was going to be there. Xander and 
Giles 
would be cooking hot dogs and burgers. The girls just had to bring the 
fixings and 
side dishes. Plus ice cream sundae supplies.

"Okay B, why are we bringing honey again?" Faith asked

"Bread," Buffy answered as Willow put a check on her clipboard. 

"Hey, have you ever read that Anne Rice novel, The Claming of Sleeping 
Beauty?" Faith asked, tossing the honey from hand to hand. 

"Wow, Faith read a book!" Willow said, making another check on her
clipboard. "Where's the whipped cream? My list says whipped cream."

"My mom has that book. It's kinda racy, right?" Buffy asked, setting
the whipped cream can next to Willow. 

"OH yeah, it is definitely not a kid's fable." Faith grinned, now spinning
the honey bottle on the counter.

"Chocolate sauce." Willow furrowed her brow, eyes on her clipboard. 

"Red likes the whole organization scene, doesn't she." Faith mused, sliding
the honey bottle from hand to hand on the countertop.

"Yeah, Faith. But what I want to know is what honey has to do with the
book?" Buffy knew it was mistake to ask, but she was curious.

"Well they use it as this cool torture." Faith said. She flipped open the
lid and dipped her pinkie in the thick amber substance.

"Torture, like slayer useful torture?"

"Cucumbers are next on the list." A seemingly oblivious Willow interrupted. 

"Yeah, they put a little on your clit, all over, ya know. When
it dries, it itches, and they see how long you can go before you beg
somebody to lick it off." Faith looked thoughtfully at the honey coating 
her little 
finger before licking it clean with the tip of her tongue.

"Faith you are so full of it. That is the dumbest torture I have ever heard
of," Buffy said as she handed Willow the cucumbers and tomatoes.

"Okay, Slayer, put your money were your mouth is. Try the torture, see how 
long you can hold out." Faith was wearing a wicked grin, eyes dancing with
playful challenge.

Buffy crossed her arms. "Fine. But we all try it and we'll see who makes 
it." She really had no idea what she was agreeing to. She just didn't 
want Faith
to win. 

"Sounds good to me." Faith leaned sensually across the counter, pushing 
Willow's clipboard down onto the counter with a fingertip. "Hey Red, you up 
for a little game of torture? Or are you too chicken?" She knew Willow 
hated being called a coward, especially by Faith.

Willow gulped. "Umm." She glanced from Faith to Buffy to the innocent 
looking bear-shaped honey bottle. "I'm in...I think..." The redhead looked
one last time at her list and laughed nervously. "I guess, ah, the ketchup 
and mustard can wait."

"We'll have to put the stuff on each other to make it fair." Faith tossed 
the honey bottle in the air like she was flipping a coin. "I'll do you, B, 
then you can do me. And then Red, unless she chickens out." Faith smirked.

She figured they would back out any second. 

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Fine Faith, we'll all strip below the waist." She
was still hoping to bluff her way out of this, but there was no way she was 
going to let Faith win.

"Uhm, strip below the waist, okay." Willow squeaked. She didn't know if
she should give in to her skankier half, or quickly find someplace to hide.

"Will, you don't have to play." Buffy said gently, trying to protect her
best friend.

"No, I-I'm as tough as you two are." Willow said, pushing the clipboard away
and raising her chin defiantly. 

Faith was almost doubled over with stifled laughter. 

Buffy took a deep breath, then pushed the straps of her summer dress off her
shoulders. The light fabric slid noiselessly to her feet, leaving her 
wearing nothing but brief cotton underwear. 

Hearing Willow gasp softly, Faith looked up. She blinked in momentary 
surprise, then slowly let her gaze roam over the blonde Slayer, up the 
smooth, muscled thighs...pert, softly rounded breasts...narrow shoulders, 
imbued with delicate strength...before finally meeting blue eyes. Faith 
tilted her head to the side, a slow, almost predatory smile spreading across
her face. "All right, B."

Eyes still locked with Buffy's, Faith shrugged out of the leather jacket she
always wore, then unzipped her matching black leather pants. She peeled the
tight garment down over her hips, revealing a generous thatch of dark curls.

Faith lightly levered herself onto the countertop, then worked the pants
down her long legs, shedding them like a second skin.

The dark Slayer leaned back on her hands and parted her knees enough to 
reveal a glimpse of her slick inner lips. The room was silent but for the 
low hum of the refrigerator and Willow's unsteady breathing.

Buffy swallowed hard. "Okay, now what?"

"C'mon B, off with em.." Faith grinned and extended her leg to hook a toe
in the waistband of Buffy's underwear, tugging one side down a bit. 

Buffy hesitated only a moment before pushing the slight garment off, then 
stepped out of the puddle of clothing at her feet. She moved over between 
Faith's spread thighs and leaned forward, splaying her fingers on the 
countertop on either side of the dark Slayer's hips. She closed her eyes
and inhaled deeply before meeting Faith's intense gaze. "Your move."

Faith eased off the counter and deliberately slid the length of her body 
against Buffy. The fabric of her shirt chafed against the blonde's
sensitive breasts, eliciting a gasp. She lowered her head, eyes hooded and 
full lips
a breath away from a kiss. Then with one easy, graceful motion, she 
reversed 
their positions, lifting Buffy onto the counter. 

"Hey!" Buffy gasped.

"You're not giving up already?" Faith grinned up at her and ran one long 
finger lightly along Buffy's inner thigh.

"Just make it fast." Buffy said shakily. She leaned back and opened her 
thighs, mimicking Faith's earlier pose. 

Faith squeezed a generous dollop of honey on her fingertips, then pushed 
Buffy's knees further apart. Her inner lips glistened, clitoris flushed a 
dark pink and peeking from it's hood, "Mmm...if I didn't know better, I'd 
say you were enjoying this, B." Faith began to apply the honey, slowly 
spreading a thick layer over Buffy's already slick labia. Buffy tried to 
suppress a moan, hips squirming on the cold counter. The dark haired Slayer
locked gazes with her as she finally settled in on the swollen clit. Buffy 
moaned outright, stomach muscles clenching as Faith circled with the
callused pad of her thumb and pulled gently, teasing until more of the nub 
was 
revealed. She squeezed the honey bottle between Buffy's thighs, coating
her clitoris with the thick, sticky substance.

Buffy's head hung back on her shoulders, breath coming in ragged gasps.
She groaned low in her throat when Faith withdrew the exquisite contact. 
Another throb of pleasure shook through her when she finally opened her eyes
and saw Faith...the woman looked like a sated feline, eyes closed, licking 
her sticky fingers clean.

"Okay, my turn." A playful smile tugged at the corners of Faith's sensual 
mouth. She pushed herself up on the countertop and gazed at Buffy 
expectantly.

The still recovering Slayer slid shakily to her feet and reached for the 
honey bottle. 
"I give as good as I get," she said, pressing Faith's thighs wide open.
She proved her words, matching Faith's technique stroke for stroke and 
leaving 
the other woman breathless. 

"Uhm..guys..."

Buffy jumped when she heard Willow's voice. She'd almost forgotten her 
friend was standing on the other side of the counter. Faith apparently had 
as well. She reclined completely, still catching her breath, and turned to
meet the redhead's wide gaze with a smile. 

"Wil-low," she called, in an almost singsong voice.

Willow's heart thudded in her chest. The evil, skanky vampire side of her 
was definitely going to win out this time. 


*****

An hour later they were sitting in front of the television in the kitchen, 
each of them trying to hold out longer than the other. Buffy flipped from 
soap opera to inane talk show and back again. She shifted uncomfortably in 
her seat. Faith had said they all needed to keep their thighs open to let 
the honey do it's work. It definitely was. The brunette was leaning far 
back in her chair, breathing shallowly. Her hands gripped her thighs as she
tried to resist touching herself. Willow was biting her lip and looking out
the window. Probably trying to think of something, anything else.

Finally Buffy had had enough. She clicked off the television, then got up 
and plucked the can of whipped cream from the counter. "Okay, let's make 
this game a little harder." She shook the can and took off the cap. "Both 
of you, lose the shirts."

"Ooo. Yes Mistress." Faith smirked at her, but still drew her snug white 
shirt over her head. "I kinda like this pushy side of you, B."

Willow opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't seem to find her 
voice. She just looked at Buffy with wide, pleading eyes. 

Buffy walked around to face Willow and placed the whipped cream on the 
kitchen table. She grasped the bottom of her friend's blouse and tugged it 
up and off, letting her thumbs graze soft breasts. Willow whimpered and 
tilted her head against the back of the chair. The blonde Slayer retrieved 
the can from the table and covered each of Willow's stiff nipples with a 
thick circle of whipped cream. Then she got the chocolate sauce from the 
basket, drawing a line down the center of Willow's abdomen, ending at the 
tangle of red curls between her thighs.

She turned away and was about to repeat the process on Faith when she heard 
Willow's strained voice.

"I-I-I, um..."

Buffy and Faith both looked expectantly in her direction.

"I give up, okay!" Willow blushed to her ears. "Pl-please, I can't take 
this anymore."

Faith gave a cheshire grin, then slid out of her chair to kneel next to 
Willow. "You know...," she whispered in Willow's ear, "...sometimes losing 
isn't
such a bad thing."

The dark haired girl ducked her head and flicked her tongue over Willow's 
left nipple, then closed her mouth on the swollen bud, sucking hard.

Willow's green eyes slid shut and she moaned loudly. Her hips were rocking 
of their own volition, leaving a slick trail on the hard kitchen chair. 
Buffy watched the erotic scene between her friends for a moment...Willow's 
fingers tangled in Faith's long hair, her skin flushed and gleaming with a 
sheen of sweat. She groaned and knelt on Willow's other side, drawing her 
right nipple into her mouth. Her tongue circled and teased, lapping up the 
sweet cream.

Willow slid further down in the chair and arched her back, gasping. "God! 
Please...I n-need.."

Buffy raised her head from Willow's chest to capture her lips in a 
passionate, open mouthed kiss. She covered the abandoned breast with her 
palm, squeezing gently, then tugged and rolled Willow's swollen, red nipple 
between her fingertips.

The redhead curved her hand around the nape of Buffy's neck, pulling her 
friend closer and desperately moaning against her lips when she felt Faith's
tongue sliding down the path of chocolate syrup on her abdomen. Just when 
Willow thought the insane ache between her thighs would be relieved, Faith 
pulled away.

"I know what you want, Red." Faith stood and walked over to the counter, 
rummaging through the picnic basket. 

Willow was beyond caring. Her face was buried against Buffy's warm throat, 
the Slayer's hand finally where she needed it. Buffy had two fingers
sliding inside her with deep, firm strokes, her thumb circling Willow's
honey-encased clit. Willow's breath caught and her hips arched each time 
Buffy 
pushed inside her, strong fingers curving in and up.

Faith returned, wielding a large cucumber. "Break it up you two, it's time 
for some real fun."

Buffy looked up and her eyes widened when she realized what Faith intended.

"Faith, I don't think it'll fit."

Faith grinned wickedly. "Sure it will, B, you just have to wiggle it a 
little.

Buffy withdrew from Willow, fingers sliding out with a wet sucking sound as 
the witch gave a tortured groan. The blonde Slayer sat on the sturdy table 
behind her and scooted back, spreading her knees wide.
"C'mere Will, I need you..."

Willow began to stand on shaky legs when she felt Faith's strong hands grasp
her waist from behind and lift her into position. The redhead found her
face directly above dark blonde curls and her mouth watered. She inhaled 
Buffy's
scent deeply, then dove in with a groan, lapping at the thick honey and 
tasting her friend's arousal.

Faith stroked Willow from behind, finding her loose and wet from the
previous fucking. She pressed the smooth head of the cucumber against 
Willow's 
opening and slid it up and down once to slicken it. Willow stiffened for a 
moment when she felt the large, cold object pressing into her, then gave a 
muffled cry when it popped inside. Faith reached one hand around to stroke 
Willow's swollen clit and distract her from the momentary discomfort. She 
withdrew almost completely, then thrust her makeshift dildo in twice the 
depth of her previous attempt. Willow arched her back, releasing a low, 
harsh series of moans as her pussy clenched and squeezed the thick member 
inside her. Somewhere in the distance she heard Buffy cry out, then she was
slowly floating back to earth, her head pillowed on her best friend's thigh.
She shuddered as small aftershocks rolled through her, muscles rippling 
around the hardness still buried deep inside.

Faith was about to take Buffy's place on the table when the back door 
suddenly opened. Joyce Summers set down her bag on the counter with a loud 
thud to get the girls' attention. "Funny when I pack picnic baskets it 
never looks 
like this.

"Yeah but it should." Xander said carrying in a second bag.