Challenge Fic: Principles of Lust (1/1)

[Erin <erin@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Ok, sorry this took so long, but I've never done anything this
explicit before. This is in answer to Kimber's challenge. Let me
know what you guys think, I'm really going out on a limb here. :)

Oh, and for those of you who like a soundtrack with your story, try
Enigma's "MCMXC a.D." album. It's the ultimate sex music, and it's
where I got the title for the fic, too.

Thanks,

Erin

TITLE: Principles of Lust
AUTHOR: Erin (erin@xxxxxxxxxxx)
SPOILERS: None. It's an alt-universe fic, completely outside canon.
RATING: NC-17, because of language, explicit sex and adult situations.
It is a Buffy/Faith/Willow fic, so if that bothers you, or it's
illegal to even think of two Slayers (and a Witch) getting it on, then
just don't read it. Or move.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belong to Joss
Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
I'll put them back when I'm done, no worse for wear (but maybe a
little happier).
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SUMMARY: (Buffy/Faith/Willow) Two Slayers, a Witch, and dessert
toppings. You figure it out.


"Tell me again why I'm doing this?" Faith asked, arms folded across
her chest.

"Because you love me," Buffy replied, grinning. "And because Willow
has been feeling kinda left out lately. You and I have been doing the
Slayer thing and the relationship thing... I just don't want to be
absentee friend again." Buffy set down her grocery bags on the
kitchen counter, and started unloading. "Besides, with my mom out of
town and the house to ourselves, it's the perfect chance for a girl's
night."

Faith grabbed a half-gallon of ice cream from Buffy and stuck it in
the freezer. "Hey, don't get me wrong...I mean, Red's ok in my book.
It's just that I don't go in for the whole slumber party thing, ya
know? Way too vanilla."

Buffy frowned for a moment, wondering what Faith was talking about,
since the ice cream was chocolate.

Seeing Buffy's confusion, Faith continued. "You know, vanilla?
Square? Dull? Ordinary?"

"Considering your parties always involve alcohol and alternative
sexual acts, I'm not surprised," Buffy retorted.

Hmm... That gave Faith food for thought. Maybe there was a way to
salvage this evening after all. The dark-haired Slayer walked up
behind Buffy, grabbing her around the waist. Leaning close to her
ear, she whispered, "Like you're complaining about alternative sexual
acts?"

Buffy settled back against Faith, her eyes darkening with desire.
"No, not really complaining."

Faith moved her hands up, stroking Buffy's stomach with feather-light
touches until her hands settled over the blonde Slayer's breasts.
Feeling the nipples harden under her touch, she whispered, "Have you
ever seen the way Red looks at you?"

Buffy, whose breathing had become ragged, frowned a little. "Willow?
No, what do you mean?"

Faith squeezed Buffy's breasts, and nipped at the back of her neck.
She was rewarded with a gasp from the other Slayer. "Like, I mean she
wants you, girlfriend. In the worst way."

"Willow? No, I don't think...Willow?" Buffy had a hard time believing
that; she had always found the redhead attractive, but she had never
pursued it past that point because she figured Willow wouldn't go for
it. Besides, the timing had always been really bad, with one or both
always seeming to be involved at any given time.

"Yeah, Willow. She wants you, B, you can just see it. Those little
covert glances she gives you, the way she stares at your lips
sometimes--that's key. Means she wants to press her lips against
yours, push her tongue inside your mouth..." Faith started to grind
her hips against Buffy's, working the Slayer even harder.

Buffy had to admit that the thought of kissing Willow was pretty
exciting. But Faith seemed to be getting off on it, too. "And that
doesn't bother you?"

"Bother me? Fuck no!" Faith grinned. She leaned down, nuzzling
Buffy's neck and eliciting another groan from the blonde. "Red's
pretty hot. Besides, I don't mind sharing. Life's too short, B,
especially for us. I don't sweat the petty shit; if someone comes
along who we're hot for, we might as well give 'em a turn, right?"

Buffy turned abruptly, facing Faith. "Wait, what are we talking about
here?" She held her breath, not knowing what answer she wanted the
brunette slayer to give.

Faith just eyed her with amusement. "We're talking about Red being
attracted to you, and vice versa, right? Tell me you're not the least
bit interested in following through, just to see what it's like?"

Buffy chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Well...what if she says
no?"

Faith shrugged. "Then she says no. No biggie. But I'll bet she'll
say yes."

"And you're ok with this?"

"I already said so, didn't I? Hell, if I get my share of the action,
I'm better than ok." Faith grinned at her lover, and kissed her
deeply.

* * *

Willow rang the doorbell and heard a flurry of activity from inside.
After a moment, Buffy answered the door.

"Hi!" Willow said, stepping inside. She carried a gym bag which held
all her clothes and toiletries, and she was also struggling with a
VCR. Buffy immediately grabbed the VCR, relieving her of that burden.
"Faith said your mom's VCR was busted, so I brought ours."

"Good thinking, Will," Buffy replied, setting the VCR on a coffee
table. "C'mon in, you can drop your stuff upstairs." She shifted
from foot to foot, and Willow caught the nervous gesture.

"Everything ok?" She asked, concerned for her friend. She hadn't
spent a whole lot of time with Buffy lately, mainly because of Faith.
It bugged her, but she promised Buffy she wouldn't hold it against the
brunette Slayer.

"Yeah! Everything's just peachy," Buffy replied.

Faith walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. "Hey,
Red. How's it hangin'?" She looked between Buffy and Willow, a wry
smile on her face.

"Hi Faith, uh, pretty good I think," Willow responded. "I'll just
stow my stuff upstairs..."

Once Willow was out of earshot, Faith walked over and nudged Buffy
with her elbow. "Way to go, B. You don't seduce someone by freaking
them out."

"Well, excuse me," Buffy replied in a fierce whisper, keeping an eye
on the stairway. "I've never done this before, ok?"

Faith snorted. "Couldn't tell. Listen, you've got to relax. Be
yourself. That's what Red finds hot anyway."

"Yeah, well I--need to get the ice cream!" She finished loudly,
spotting Willow on the stairs. "Hey Will, you mind hooking up the
VCR?"

"I'll give you a hand," Faith said.

Faith moved the entertainment center out easily, and Willow climbed in
behind, eyes bugging out from the mass of cables. Faith put the VCR
on top of the TV, and then dropped the cables back behind to Willow.

"Um, I'm not sure where these go," Willow said, cables in hand. When
it came to computers she was an expert, but home A/V equipment baffled
her.

"Just plug the white cable into Video In on the back of the TV," Faith
replied.

Willow looked at the plug dubiously. "I don't think it'll fit there,
Faith."

Faith grinned, and leaned across the redhead, nearly covering Willow's
body with the Slayer's own. "Sure it will, Red," Faith whispered
huskily, her face just inches away from Willow's, "you just have to
wiggle it a little." She demonstrated, covering Willow's hand with
hers to plug in the cable.  

Once it was plugged in, she retreated from behind the TV, leaving
Willow with only the lingering feeling of the brunette's body touching
hers. Faith would've sworn that Willow looked flushed when she
climbed out from behind the TV.

Faith walked over to where Buffy stood, watching them from the kitchen
doorway. "See, B," she whispered, "that's how it's done."

Buffy gave her lover a challenging look. "I can do better." She
brought out the ice cream and bowls and said, "Why don't you lay this
stuff out, Faith, while Will and I change into our PJs?"

Smooth move, B, Faith thought. "Sure, no problem. I'll be up in a
minute."

Buffy climbed the stairs to her bedroom, a half-formed idea in mind.
She shut the door behind her and Willow, and Willow grabbed the
pajamas out of her bag. Buffy changed slowly, every move seemingly
taking ten times longer than it should have. As a result, Willow was
completely changed and she turned around just in time to see a very
nude Buffy standing near her.

"Oh, gee! Sorry," Willow said, blushing to her ears. She was about to
turn around, when Buffy stopped her.

"No, it's ok, Will. I mean, you've seen me without clothes before."
Buffy stretched lazily, her Slayer-enhanced muscles playing under her
smooth skin.

Willow swallowed, unable to decide what to do. She had seen Buffy
without clothes, sure; I mean, they used to shower, and change in gym
and all that. But she always had an excuse to look somewhere else; it
was only polite, after all.

Now, without any excuse, she couldn't seem to bring herself to do
anything but stare. Buffy was gorgeous, her body well-toned and
graceful. No wonder she and Faith were together, Willow thought, if
she had a body like that, too, under all that leather.

Buffy smiled to herself and finished putting on her pajamas. "Ready
to go?" She asked, snapping Willow out of her haze.

"Oh, yeah! I'm...ready, yeah," Willow stammered, following Buffy
downstairs.

As Buffy passed by Faith, she mouthed, "Beat that." Faith only
grinned in response.

* * *

"What did you say this movie was called again?" Buffy asked, as Faith
popped in the videocassette. The brunette slayer had changed into her
second favorite sleeping apparel, a tank top and cutoff sweats. Her
favorite being nothing at all, of course.

"Bound," Faith replied. "It's a...mobster flick." She sat back on
the couch, scooping some ice cream out of the tub. She sat next to
Willow, who was sitting next to Buffy; there was no way Faith was
going to give Buffy the advantage by letting her have Red all to
herself.

"Help yourself to ice creamy goodness, Will," Buffy said, pointing at
the coffee table. "We've got whipped cream, chocolate syrup,
marshmallow, and...honey?" She finished quizzically, picking up the
bottle.

Faith snatched it away from her. "I like honey on my ice cream, ok?"

Buffy laughed at the sight of Faith putting honey on her chocolate ice
cream. "You're such a freak."

Faith just smiled seductively, gathering some honey on the tip of her
finger. "Oh, no, you haven't seen what I do with honey that makes me
a freak." She flicked her tongue out, licking the honey off her
finger with one smooth motion.

Willow looked back and forth between the two Slayers as if she were
watching Wimbledon. The air was charged between those two, and the
redhead was stuck right in the middle. "Um, I think I'll settle for
whipped cream," Willow murmured, breaking the tension building between
the two Slayers.

The three girls settled back to watch the movie, which neither Buffy
nor Willow knew had such...interesting lesbian sex scenes. "Damn,"
Faith said, "Gina Gershon looks pretty hot, huh?"

"Yeah, very nice," Buffy responded. "A little on the butch side, but
I don't mind it."

"Good thing," Faith snickered. "What about you, Red? What do you
think?"

Willow was startled by the question, but resolved that if her friends
were ok with it, which they undoubtedly were seeing as they were in a
relationship, she didn't have to hide anything. "Yeah, she's
pretty--um, she's not bad."

"Really, she doesn't do it for you, huh?" Faith asked, propping an
elbow on the back of the couch. She reached forward and took some of
Willow's hair between her fingers, admiring the soft texture. She
leaned close to Willow's ear and whispered, "Do you prefer blondes?"

Willow tensed, looking over at Faith with a startled expression.
What? Willow thought quickly. Have I...can she... 

"It's ok, Will," Buffy said, scooting closer to the redhead. "Relax."
She took the bowl from Willow's nerveless fingers, and, setting it on
the coffee table, draped her arm across the redhead's lap.

Willow swallowed nervously, and gave Buffy a confused look. "Buffy, I
don't...I mean..."

Buffy placed a single finger against the redhead's lips. Leaning in
close, she whispered, "I want you."

The words sent an electric shock through Willow, all the way to her
core. "But...I mean...Faith..."

Faith leaned close to the hacker and said, "What makes you think it
wasn't my idea, Red?"

Willow fell silent. Her head was spinning from the closeness of the
two beautiful Slayers, all their attention turned to her. Buffy began
stroking Willow's face with her fingertips, and Faith, forward as
always, pulled her pajama top away from one pale shoulder and touched
her lips to it.

Willow took in one great, shuddering breath and nodded, relaxing under
the Slayers' touches.

Seeing the redhead acquiesce opened a floodgate of desire for Buffy.
She leaned in and captured Willow's lips in a smoldering kiss, gently
parting the hacker's lips with her tongue. Willow returned the kiss
tentatively at first, then with increasing passion as she felt Buffy's
tongue slide against her own.

Faith sat back with a smile to watch the two friends kiss. Oh yeah,
they were hot, no doubt about it. She gently and carefully unbuttoned
Willow's pajama top and slid the flannel off her shoulders, baring her
torso completely. Bending down, she took a nipple in her mouth,
sucking on it fiercely.

Willow gasped, her breath swallowed by Buffy's kiss. Her hand tangled
in Faith's hair, holding the Slayer against her, urging her on. She
felt Faith's rough tongue against her breast, and her breath
quickened.

Faith, feeling mischievous, relinquished her position. Picking up the
cold can of whipped cream, she sprayed it, liberally covering Willow's
left breast. Willow inhaled sharply, and Buffy broke the kiss,
looking down at Faith's impromptu sundae. The two slayers attacked
the whipped cream, licking and sucking the redhead's breast, flicking
their tongues over the nipple, and then finally, when the breast was
clean, meeting each other in a deep french kiss.

Willow watched the two with stunned fascination. They moved with such
sensuality, every action smooth, confident and graceful.

She wanted to be just like them.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned Buffy's pajamas and slid them
back, exposing her chest and shoulders. She reached forward with one
tentative hand and touched the blonde's breast, eliciting a groan from
the Slayer. She could only stare in fascination as her hand,
seemingly of its own accord, squeezed Buffy's breast, feeling the
nipple harden under her palm.

Buffy leaned into the contact, deepening her kiss with the other
Slayer. Finally Faith broke the kiss, breathing raggedly. She arched
backward, stripping off her tank top as she did so, exposing two of
the most perfect breasts Willow had ever seen. Her skin was lightly
tanned, and a lack of tan lines told her that the rumors about Faith
sunbathing without even a bathing suit were absolutely true.

Faith saw the admiring looks that Willow was giving her, and she
smiled. She was used to people finding her attractive, men and women
both; but except for Buffy, she had never remembered wanting someone
this much. She leaned in, whispering something to the blonde Slayer.

Buffy nodded in response and stood up, offering her hand to Willow.
Willow took it, and Buffy led her upstairs to her bedroom.

Buffy leaned close, inhaling Willow's scent; she could smell Willow's
desire, the scent was mixing with the more normal soap and shampoo
smells and adding a muskiness that made Buffy's mouth water. She
wrapped her arms around the hacker's waist, trailing her fingernails
down her back, setting every inch of skin she touched on fire. The
slayer dragged her hands down, hooking them under the waistband of
Willow's pajama bottoms, and removing them with one smooth motion.

"Lay down," she whispered to the redhead, leaning close once more.

Willow did as she was told, climbing up onto the bed.

"Now that's a hell of a view," Faith murmured throatily, entering the
room. She set some bottles on the nightstand, bottles which Willow
recognized as the ice cream toppings. Trust Faith to throw in the
kink, Willow thought, with not a small amount of excitement.

Buffy walked up behind Faith, the smaller Slayer reaching up and
around to cup the brunette's breasts with her hands. Faith groaned,
leaning back against the blonde; Willow's eyes never left the pair the
whole time.

Faith turned abruptly, and began kissing Buffy, starting at her lips
and then following every curve of neck, swell of breast, until finally
she stopped at Buffy's abdomen. With one sudden motion she stripped
the pajama bottoms from the startled slayer, and picked Buffy up so
that she was carrying her. Faith brought her over to the bed and
dropped her right next to Willow.

"Mmm-hmm, very nice Faith, but Willow and I seem to be at a
disadvantage," Buffy remarked, indicating Faith's still half-dressed
state.

"Disadvantage?" Faith said, picking up the bottle of chocolate syrup.
"Seems like an advantage to me." She walked around the bed until she
laid down, right next to Willow. Leaning down, she whispered to the
redhead, "Close your eyes." Willow followed obediently, and soon she
felt the cool chocolate syrup touch her skin. Faith poured the syrup
over her breasts, down her stomach to her abdomen.

Willow whimpered when she felt the tongues of the two slayers on her
body, cleaning off every bit of the syrup. They licked her
thoroughly, sucking small patches of flesh into their mouths and
teasing her with their tongues. Someone, Willow suspected it was
Faith, nipped at her breast, running the rough edges of her teeth over
the redhead's nipple.

Every breath Willow took was done with shuddering slowness, and every
exhale was a moan. She felt the heat building inside her, screaming
for some release; release which neither Slayer granted her. "Please,"
she moaned softly, hands clutching the bedspread with desperate need.

Faith smiled across at Buffy, and quirked an eyebrow. The blonde
nodded, and moved down, sliding her body against the hacker's,
positioning herself between Willow's legs.

Willow felt her legs being parted, and she only had the briefest of
moments to wonder about it; soon all thought was driven from her as
she felt Buffy's silken tongue touch her core, teasingly at first, and
then with greater abandon. She felt her back arch off the bed, a huge
groan escaping from her lips. Soon enough, those lips were covered
with another pair, Faith moving up to kiss the hacker deeply, pushing
her tongue inside the eager mouth.

Willow sucked on it, releasing a flood of desire from the dark Slayer.
Buffy continued her attack, running her tongue across Willow's inner
folds, gently sucking on her swollen clit.

Willow felt the pressure inside her building, becoming almost
unbearable in her need; she tangled her hands in Faith's hair, pulling
her in closer, deepening their kiss to almost bruising intensity.
Buffy pushed two of her fingers inside the redhead, never letting up
on the pressure she was applying to Willow's hardened nub with her
tongue.

Faith felt Willow break off the kiss, the hacker's head snapping back
as she screamed, the power of her orgasm washing through her. Buffy
continued licking until she was certain Willow had no more to give,
and then she moved up the bed, meeting the hacker with a kiss of her
own.

Buffy tasted like chocolate, and something deep and musky that Willow
wasn't familiar with. She found it delicious, and explored the
Slayer's mouth with an ardent tongue. Buffy returned the kiss, only
breaking it off when she heard Faith comment, "I never pegged you for
a screamer, Red. I like it."

Buffy grinned at her lover, and said, "So, Faith, you never showed me
what you do with honey that's so special."

Faith winked at her, and said, "Lay down and you'll find out." Buffy
laid down quickly, eagerly. Faith jumped off the bed, and grabbed the
bottle of honey from the nightstand. Spreading Buffy's legs, she
drizzled the honey over the light, blonde hair there, watching as
gravity drew it down across the Slayer's folds. Buffy inhaled
sharply, her back arching slightly in anticipation, eyes dark and
glittering with lust.

Instead of attacking the treat herself, Faith crooked a finger at
Willow, who was watching the proceedings with interest. Willow moved
down closer to the dark Slayer, and Faith grabbed Willow at the hips,
positioning her between Buffy's legs.

"Here's your chance, Red," she whispered in Willow's ear, pushing a
finger inside her to make her point. "Make it count." Willow inhaled
sharply, and bent down, running her tongue through the honey-coated
surface.

Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Faith removed her cutoffs,
climbing back on to the bed. Her eyes widened appreciatively at the
sight of Buffy, moaning and writhing on the bed from Willow's eager
tongue. The dark Slayer straddled Buffy's head with her knees,
lowering herself onto her lover, gasping when she felt the blonde's
tongue penetrate her, slipping easily into her wetness.

Willow ran her tongue avidly over Buffy's cleft, lapping up the honey
and tasting Buffy's own wetness, very similar to her own. She pushed
her tongue inside the Slayer, feeling Buffy's hips buck at the
contact. She ran her tongue across the folds of skin, finally
settling on Buffy's clit. Attempting to imitate the job Buffy did on
her, she sucked the nub into her mouth, running her tongue across it
roughly.

Buffy felt her orgasm building, driven higher by Willow's tongue and
by her own, buried in between Faith's thighs. Faith threw her head
back, groaning deeply at the sensation, the electric contact which
always resulted from Buffy touching her. She came hard, letting loose
a guttural scream, her whole body tensing with the feeling of her
orgasm.

Willow heard Faith's scream and it drove her on, licking faster and
harder. She felt Buffy tense beneath her, the blonde Slayer clutching
hard to Faith's thighs as her own orgasm overtook her. Rather than
stop, Willow rode it out, sucking on the blonde's hardened clit until
she heard her whimper.

Faith moved off of Buffy, smiling at her lover's relaxed, satisfied
features. "Good work, Red." Faith winked at the hacker.

"Is that it, I mean..." Willow fell silent, not knowing what she
wanted to say, only knowing that she didn't want the night to end.

"Oh no," Faith said, drawing her up to lay between the two Slayers
once again. "We're not finished yet."

* * *

Xander slammed the phone down, really worried now. He had tried
calling Buffy's house all morning, without any success; he knew that
she, Faith, and Willow had a slumber party planned last night, but
Buffy should have remembered that they were supposed to get together
and meet Giles this morning. It wasn't like the blonde Slayer to be
late.

He rushed over to Buffy's house, afraid of what he might find. His
mind went through a million scenarios, all of them ending in danger or
injury to his friends. He knocked, and received no answer. Trying
the door, he noticed that it was unlocked.

This is not good, he thought, as he let himself in. Looking around he
noticed mostly empty bowls of melted ice cream littering the coffee
table. He rushed upstairs, reaching Buffy's room, the door wide open.

What he saw caused his jaw to hit the floor. At least, it felt that
way. Buffy and Faith were lying naked in one another's arms, Buffy's
head resting comfortably on Faith's shoulder. But also there was
_Willow_, who was also completely nude and snuggled up to Buffy like
it was the most natural thing in the world.

"So, this is why girls like slumber parties so much," was Xander's
last thought before he passed out, succumbing to darkness.

END
-- 
Faith: "Ready to cut loose?"
Buffy: "Try me."
Faith: "Okay then. Give us a kiss."
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"So Willow's not driving stick anymore. Who would've thought?"
-- Faith
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