After The Fall
by wolfkin
Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
Faith opened the door to her room and entered slowly, absently flipping on a light she didn't really need. She crossed to the bed and sat down, then fell backwards, throwing her forearm across her eyes as she released a growly sigh of frustration. This whole 'making friends' thing was a lot bigger pain in the ass than she remembered.
The night hadn't been a *complete* bust. She'd managed to get Xander to eat most of a pizza and suck down a couple of the sodas. He'd even half paid attention to the episode of Farscape she was watching when the food had arrived. At least, he had until she'd tried to talk to him about past episodes and the series in general.
At first, he'd responded with genuine surprise that Faith even liked the show. Slowly, but gradually, they had started to talk about various plot lines and episodes Faith hadn't been able to see.
"How in the name of everything silly did *you* get hooked on a such a sci-fi geek favorite like this?" He'd finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
Faith finished the mouthful of pizza she was chewing, then shrugged her shoulders. "Sam loved it, so I'd watch too, if I was sitting with her." The dark Slayer smiled in reminiscence. "She used to do what you just were, tellin' me all about the shit that had happened before. Y'know, since the show started." She shrugged again, then grinned wickedly. "And it don't hurt that Crighton and his girl are a hot couple. Love how she don't put up with his shit when he's bein' stupid!" She chuckled.
Xander took a bite of his own pizza. "Who's Sam?"
Faith got a sort of distant, almost worried look. "She was one of my crew in the joint, kind of this geeky little blonde." Her eyes met his for a second and she smiled. "Reminded me of Red sometimes!" Xander raised an eyebrow and she chuckled again and made a tossing away gesture. "She was in cause her fuckwit boytoy committed suicide by cop. Dumbass tried to hold up a gas station and there was a cop in there eating lunch or somethin'. Anyway, she was in the wrong place with the wrong loser and the DA made a charge of accessory stick, so she got five to fifteen for it."
Xander watched as the brunette put her food down, seeming to be lost in thought or memories. "Member of your crew, huh? Ran the prison, did you? Baddest thing in there and all that?" His tone was somewhat harsh and accusatory.
Faith looked back at him hotly, her eyes flashing in anger and the man realized he might have went a little too far. Then, in an instant, the anger seemed to flow out of her or, at least, be contained. Her voice, however, betrayed just how pissed she still was at what he'd said.
"Okay, look, X-man. This is the only time we're havin' this conversation, okay? I was in four fights in prison. The first a week after I got there, cause you always have to test the new meat. The second, three days after I got outta solitary for the first one, cause it mighta been luck that I took down four of the toughest bitches there in a minute flat.
"The third was to stop this really stupid bitch name a Ricki when she was tryin' to rape Sam and the last one was a girl named Deb tried to gut me with a Bringer's knife. Couple days after that, Wes came and told me 'bout Angel needin' my help and here I am."
Xander looked faintly surprised by her words and the passion behind them. He starts to make another faintly snide comment, but, for some reason, decides against it. "Sorry about the last one," he grudgingly says. glancing up at her, he drops his eyes again immediately and blushes faintly. "I guess we should've given you a head's up about the Bringers trying to kill Slayers and Potentials."
Faint looked as uncomfortable now as she did when Willow had said something similar. "Don't sweat it. Like I told Red, I get by." She turned back to the tv, watching the end of Farscape and the start of the next show quietly for a few minutes.
Xander followed her lead, not saying anything else. A small part of him marveled that he was in a room alone with Faith and he was fairly comfortable with the situation. He'd astonished himself when he'd apologized for not warning her, then felt a fresh wave of wonder when she said that Willow had apparently done so as well. He was still thinking over everything when he realized she was speaking again.
"So, anyway, Sam loved Farscape and that Stargate show, but I just couldn't get into that one. You know, the one with that guy that played MacGyver?" She snorted with real amusement. "I kept waiting for him to do start doin' the same kind shit he used to on his old show, so I just couldn't watch it."
The one-eyed man had genuinely smiled at that, even chuckling a little. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm the same way and it always messes me up when he grabs a gun, too, cause of how anti-gun MacGyver was. Anya didn't care. She just always liked the guy, so she'd..."
He suddenly trailed off and Faith watched as the animation left his features. "Listen Faith," he'd finally managed, his voice rough. "It's kinda late and I'm tired, so, if you don't mind..." He steadfastly refused to look at her.
Faith waited quietly for a moment. She understood what he wanted, but was reluctant to leave. She wanted to keep talking, but wasn't sure how to convince him to let her stay. Finally, she made a little show of belated understanding. "Huh? Oh, sure. Thanks for lettin' me watch my show." She turned the tv off and stood, putting the remote on the bedside table. The Slayer stopped when she had her hand on the door knob, looking back at Xander.
"I'm sorry about Anya. She was a little ditzy, but I liked her." The brunette smiled and snorted gently. "Gotta respect someone who says what they mean, no matter who it pisses off."
The male Scoobie's eye tracked up and he studied the Slayer's face for a moment before deciding she was being truthful. She wasn't mocking him or just saying what was expected. "Thanks Faith. And thanks for the pizza." He paused, dropping his gaze back onto the bed. "Night," he finished absently.
"G'night." She turned to leave, but again stopped. "Oh, I don't know if anyone told you, but the hospital called during dinner. Robin didn't make it." She deliberately didn't turn around this time.
Xander looked back up at her, another jolt of melancholy coursing through him. "I'm sorry to hear that. He was a good man."
The brunette looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, he was."
"You okay?"
Her eyes softened a bit as his concern. "Five by five. Later!" She pulled the door open and left.
Now, in her own room, she decided it was weird. She had been alone with a guy in a hotel room for a couple hours and she *hadn't* want to bang his brains out. She had really had a good time watching tv, eating pizza and just talking with Xander. Against her will, the Slayer remembers the last time she'd done that, spent time with a guy, just hanging out.
The memory surfaced, eluding her attempts to suppress it again, her and her bud Mike. They'd met at a local comic shop, him buying his weekly titles and her just standing around reading the comic books she couldn't afford to buy. Involuntarily, she smiles as she remembers that first, playful argument on which was better, DC superheroes or Marvel. He never would admit she was right. Batman was *way* cooler than Captain America and she just *knew* he was full of shit with his love of The Avengers. Sure, they had Thor and Iron Man, but Superman could kick anybody's ass she'd maintained.
That first day's friendly arguments had lead to them meeting up nearly every afternoon, hanging out, running around the neighborhood, just being kids. She'd been eleven years old and a major tomboy and he was an oh so mature thirteen. Mike was proof that some people could be trusted. That they weren't friendly to you just because they wanted something from you and once they had it, you could fuck off. He was her escape from her home life. Proof that her mother was the fucked up one, not her. With Mike, she could be a kid again.
She remembered one of the last times she'd seen Mike, the night he snuck her into his room and they'd just kicked back, reading comics, watching the small tv he had, just enjoying being together. The two had been the best of friends for about six months and this was the first time she'd ever been to his house. Every time he'd asked, she'd come up with an excuse, but not this time for some reason.
They'd been laying on his bed, watching some lame movie, when she'd felt him take her hand in his. Faith had asked what he was doing. Mike just smiled and asked, "What's it look like?"
"Okay, why?"
He shrugged and smiled again. "Cause I like you." Mike had finally noticed his friend was a gorgeous girl a couple weeks earlier and spent all the time between then and now screwing up the nerve to say something.
Faith looked at him like he was nuts. "I like you, too, but what's that got to do with grabbin' my hand?" She thought it over for a few seconds, then her eyebrows rose in astonishment. "What, you want be, like, my boyfriend or somethin'?"
His smile vanished and he looked really scared all of a sudden. "Yeah, so how 'bout it? Wanna be my girlfriend? Maybe go to the movies tomorrow?"
Thanks to her mother, she already knew all about sex, but this was new. She'd heard of holding hands and dating, but never seen it, not for real. She may have only turned twelve a couple weeks before, but she watched movies and stuff, and she was sure that that wouldn't happen to her. She just wasn't the kind of person someone would want to date. Not with her luck.
On the other hand, Mike *was* kinda cute and nice and they were already great friends, so if he wanted to call her his girlfriend and hold her hand, what the hell. That was fine with her. "Sure."
He smiled happily and before she knew what he was gonna do, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She was caught off guard, not expecting that. Faith squeaked and pulled away quickly, her fingers going to her lips.
He pulled back and looked nervous. "Sorry! I was just so happy, I didn't think."
The young brunette sat there, her fingers on her lips as she thought about what had happened. Her first real kiss. It had felt nice, she decided, but just to be sure...
Faith leaned over and kissed Mike, holding it for a moment, then moving away again. Yep, nice. Maybe there was something to all that kissing she saw on tv and in the movies. She smirked at her new boyfriend. "It's cool. Just wasn't expectin' it, that's all." She blushed a little, her eyes flicking down, then back up with a lopsided grin. "Wanna try it again?"
He smiled and twisted around, his arms slipping awkwardly around her, pulling her close. She smiled, just as their lips met, her left arm moving behind him. Moving her arm caused her lips to slide across his and that felt even better, so she slowly started to move her mouth against his. Faith smirked inwardly at the low moan that Mike produced at that action. Apparently, she wasn't the only one enjoying this.
Nothing good in Faith's life lasts for long, though. About the time they were both really getting into it, really relishing their first make out session, Mike's mother had walked in without knocking. Both kids sprang apart, both blushing furiously, but it was too late.
Mrs Jennings was been surprised to find a girl in her son's room, especially when she hadn't know he was even home. She's been further shocked to find said girl straddling her son's lap, the two of them rather seriously making out. Both kids looked at the floor, their cheeks flaming, identical guilty looks on their faces.
She took a deep breath, then, with a calm she didn't really feel, said, her voice even, "Michael, I think it's time for your guest to leave."
"But-," he started to protest. He'd planned to ask her to stay for dinner, introduce her to his parents. [Guess *that's* taken care of,] he thought sarcastically. He looked at Faith and saw all the signs he'd come to know in her that she wanted to escape. "Okay. I'll see ya later, Faith. Usual place tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll be there." Without thought, she leaned forward, intending to kiss him again, but he moved away subtly. She realized what she was going to do and pulled back, standing up with a deeper blush. She glanced at his mom, then at Mike and mumbled, "Later," before nearly running from the room.
The next day, she was outside the comic shop a little earlier than normal for a saturday, but hopeful that Mike would already be there. She hoped his mom wasn't too mad, maybe grounding him or something. They'd only been kissing. [Not like we were screwin' or nothin',] she thought acerbically.
Mike wasn't there yet, so she sat on a nearby bench to wait. When he hadn't shown up by the usual time, she started to worry. Another fifteen minutes and she abruptly stood and went in the comic shop. Maybe he was in there and didn't know what time it was. He wasn't.
She returned to the bench, her worry turning to anger as the time slipped by. Finally, nearly an hour late, she saw him approaching. Jumping to her feet, she ran over, yelling, "Where the hell've you been? I've been waitin' forever!"
He looked down and mumbled, "Sorry. Parents."
Faith closed her eyes and willed her temper down. Gaining control, she opened her eyes again and smiled at him. "Oh, okay. I guess I shoulda known, huh?" She grabbed his hand and started to tug him into a nearby alley, wanting a kiss. He pulled back, actually pulling his hand free. The brunette looked back at him, confused. "What's up? I thought we could, y'know, what we were doin' last night." She grinned at him, wiggling an eyebrow.
Mike smiled wanly at her, but shook his head. "I can't stay long." He looked at the bench she'd been sitting on. "Come on," he said, taking her arm and leading the way over to sit down.
"Lemme guess; Your mom went apeshit about what happened, didn't she?"
"Yeah, you could say that," he agreed, his tone weary.
Faith growled a little under her breath. "Perfect." She blew out a breath in frustration. "So how long you grounded for?"
"A month," he sighed.
Faith growled again. A month without her bud/boyfriend? That was gonna suck big time. She felt a little half smile curl up as she thought of something. "What about your comics? They gonna let you come get'em?" She looked at him, then frowned. He still hadn't looked at her, not really. Distantly, a little warning bell began to sound in the depths of her mind.
He snorted. "Actually, yeah, but either Mom or Dad has to bring me and I have to go straight back home."
The Slayer-to-be smiled. "Cool. I can be waiting inside if I know about what time." Seeing him flush, she shook her head. "Hey, don't worry! I won't let'em see me! A month is gonna be enough of a bitch. Don't wanna make it longer, right?"
"God, this sucks!" He lamented softly, still not really looking at her. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to brace himself. "A lot of things got said after you left and I got *really* pissed off, but my parents say we can't be friends anymore."
"What! Why not? We were just kissin'!" She protested, jumping to her feet. She felt a tightness around her eyes as they suddenly started to fill. "Okay, in your room without them knowing, not such a good idea, so yeah, I can see pissed, but why can't we stay friends?"
He looked to the side. Faith sat back down, reaching out to touched his arm. "Hey, look. Forget the boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. The kissin' was nice, but I don't wanna lose my best friend!" She blinked rapidly and the first tear broke free. She wiped at her face angrily.
"I don't want that either, but my mom went off when I told her your name. She knows your mom or somethin' and says that you can't be my friend because of her." He snarled softly. "It's stupid! *You're* my friend, my girlfriend, not your mom! I don't care about her anyway. I care about you."
At the mention of her mother, Faith's tears stopped. She loved her mother, like any child, but hated her nearly as much. For the beatings, for the neglect, for choosing booze, drugs and johns over her every time. Now, she was being denied the only thing she'd ever truly wanted, a real friend, because of her mother. It was official; her life sucked beyond the telling.
"So what you're tellin' me is," she said slowly, "we can't be friends because your mom doesn't like mine?"
He nodded. "That's what they say, but fuck'em! I say who my friends are, not them!" He growled defiantly.
She started to smile. "Yeah, fuck'em." It'd all blow over quickly and they could get back to the way things were. "So, basically, we get through this month and when they forget 'bout what happened, we go back to the way things were? Good plan!"
Mike winced at her enthusiastic response. "Well, sorta. What I was thinking was, yeah, we wait out the month, then see how crazy the 'rents still are. We probably have to be careful and maybe a little sneaky, but, eventually, I'm sure it'll be okay." He smiled at his solution, confident she'd go along with it. Finally, he looked directly at the brunette, waiting for her to agree with his plan.
Faith sat still, her mind running riot as she considered his words. She can feel herself getting angry again as she distills his plan to it's core elements. Surging to her feet, she starts to pace in a tight circle in front of him. After more than a minute of furious thinking, she stops and turns hard, flashing eyes onto the boy she thought was her friend, her best bud. Her first 'real' boyfriend. "So, let me get this straight. After you get passed the whole 'grounded' thing, you want us to be secret friends. Make everyone think we're not, but sneak around and try to make things seem like before. Is that the master plan?"
Her last words were very nearly a growl and the boy looks at her confused. Why was she angry? Things wouldn't *really* change. Well, not that much. They just couldn't let his parents know, that's all. "Well, yeah. Why do you sound so pissed off?"
"Are you shittin' me? You just said you wanted to be my friend, my *boyfriend*," she spat the word at him, "just as long as nobody else knows about it!"
"That's not what I said at all!" He protested vehemently, standing up as well.
"Sure it is," she argued, her voice hard and brittle. Inside, she felt a part of her die as her trust was betrayed, but outwardly, all she showed was her fury. "That's *exactly* what you said! Know what my answer is?" She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Fuck you! I might be a lot of things I ain't real proud of, but I'm *nobody's* 'dirty little secret'!!"
"Why are you twisting everything I'm sayin'?!" He yelled back. He just couldn't understand why she was acting like this, why she was saying the things she was. Couldn't she see that this was the best thing, the only thing they could do for a little while? "Look, it's not forever. Just 'til my parents find something new to bitch about, then things can go back like they were. We're talkin' a month, maybe. Three, tops. That's all I'm sayin'"
Faith bit back her initial response, looking away from her soon to be former friend. Trying vainly to calm herself a little, she turned back to him. "If you were really my friend, you wouldn't be actin' like you were ashamed to be seen with me or that you know me." Her statement was delivered in an even, almost quiet voice that belied her rage.
He leaned toward her, his tone turning belligerent. "I'm not ashamed of you! I just can't let my parents know we're still friends, that's all!" Leaning back again, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her, taking full advantage of his superior height. "Just because *your* mother doesn't give a shit about where you are or what you're doing doesn't mean *my* parents are the same!"
The brunette's face closed with an almost audible snap. "You know, that's not really gonna be a problem."
"What's that?"
She snorted and smiled wickedly, coldly. A smile that never even approached her eyes. "Your precious parents thinkin' we're still friends, 'cause we sure as *hell* ain't, not anymore!" With one more contemptuous, withering look, the future Slayer turned to walk away.
Suddenly getting it through his head that she was serious, Mike took a step forward. "Faith, wait, please!"
"Why?" She didn't turn around.
"Come on, don't go! We can work this out, I know we can. We just need a little time, that's all. We can still be friends!" He wailed, his voice pleading now.
Faith turned halfway around, looking right at him. "No. We can't. Have a nice life, shithead." She turned and ran, ignoring his cries to come back.
Running all the way back to the apartment building she lived in, she headed straight for her most secret hiding place. The one she had even set up with an old mattress she'd salvaged from a dumpster and a few of her most prized possessions. Once there, she collapsed onto the makeshift bed and finally gave way to the misery that had been threatening the whole way home. Curling into tight ball, she broke down and sobbed.
She couldn't believe it. Her mother had actually been right about something. The old bitch'd told her you couldn't trust nobody 'cause as soon as you did, they could screw you over and make it hurt. Well, Mike'd sure proved that, hadn't he?
Faith cried for hours, first wanting to say to hell with her pride, she wanted her friend back, then angrily snarling at herself that she'd made the right decision, so fuck him. She'd finally dropped into an exhausted, nightmare troubled sleep. She woke the next morning feeling like shit, but deciding that she didn't need anyone anyway. The whole experience solidified her opinion that you can't trust anybody but yourself. An opinion that she'd been more than willing to ignore until yesterday.
Well, no more. She didn't need anybody. Not her mother. Not what ever asshole she was shacking up with this week and certainly not fuckwit Mike Jennings! She sat up and scrubbed at the tear stains on her face.
"Fuck him and his parents," she growled out.
MIke had realized what he'd done later that same night and snuck out several times during the month he was grounded, trying hard to find Faith, to tell her she was right, he *was* full of shit and he wanted to do things her way. Just be friends and to hell with everyone else. He just had to find her now and tell her.
Despite searching all over for her, checking all the spots they used to hang out at at widely different times, he never found the brunette and slowly came to accept that he'd lost her friendship and wasn't gonna get it back. His sorrow turned to anger and he started blaming her for what went wrong.
Faith had seen him most of the times he'd been looking for her, but evaded him easily. Almost two months later, they'd seen each other in the food court of the local mall. She'd been there hoping to score a few things she could resell and he'd been there with some friends from school, including his potential new girlfriend.
When Faith saw him, all the old feelings of friendship and liking for the tall boy had returned full force and, try as she might to resist, she found herself taking a step toward him. She saw him look at her, an expression of sorrow and longing on his face for a second, then his face cleared and he looked right passed her, like he had no idea who she was.
The act was like a slap in the face and she stopped, an expression of stunned disbelief warring with outright fury at the very public snubbing. The brunette turned and walked away, the walls of isolation climbing higher, becoming thicker. As soon as she was sure she was out of sight, she broke into a run, not stopping until she was almost home.
That had been the last time she'd seen Mike, the last time she'd let anyone in until she met her Watcher. It had taken Katherine *months* to even begin to break through the potential Slayer's wary skepticism, but she managed to do it. Faith came to regard her as almost like a mother, much like Buffy thought of Giles as a father. Then Kakistos had ripped her away, nearly destroying the Slayer in the process.
By the time she made it to Sunnydale, her internal walls were at the thickest they'd ever been. She was determined that no one would *ever* hurt her like that again, no matter what, so Buffy's efforts to be friends were met with half hearted indifference or mocking jokes. Xander's attempts, she secretly laughed at.
She'd known it was just a dodge, just a lie so he could screw her. He was a guy and they were all the same. They all say they want to get to know you, be your friend, then you give it up and they leave, so fuck him. She didn't want any friends.
Except... Xander kept trying. Of all the Scoobies, save Buffy, he was the only one who tried to be her friend, to include her in the groups activities, despite her every attempt to blow him off. He didn't know why she wouldn't give things a chance, but he was determined to keep trying.
What he didn't know was he was acting almost exactly like Mike had at the beginning. Friendly, joking, a little geeky. It was too much for the dark Slayer, brought up too many bad memories. Too many good memories she hadn't wanted to think about for years, so she'd pushed him away. Then came the night she'd nearly killed him and that *really* stopped any possible friendship.
Except... Faith had started thinking about it while she in prison. What she'd done, how she'd treated everyone. How they'd treated her, both at first, then later when she went to the mayor.
Of everyone in Sunnydale, Angel had been the first to put a crack in her internal armor. Of everyone there, it had been a vampire, a creature she was designed to hunt and destroy, who'd managed to start worming his way passed her defenses. Wesley had screwed it up at first, but, eventually, Angel became the third person she'd ever called friend in her life. He'd saved her, and, in turn, taught her that, yeah, sometimes you got hurt when you trusted people, but that didn't mean you didn't keep trying. He hadn't given up on her when she needed him and she'd returned the favor not quite a week ago, slamming Angelus back in his cage and keeping Angel's own son from killing him.
Now, she was here, trying to help Buffy again, playing nice with the Scoobies, but really trying to get along this time. She wasn't worried about her relationship with Buffy. They had that Slayer bond and had an understanding now. The two women would probably eventually be friends, but, for now, they were allies and Buffy had cautiously started to trust her again.
Despite her initial distrust, Dawn was coming around now that she'd proved she wasn't nuts anymore. The teen was still a bit wary around her, regardless of her teasing at dinner earlier, but she seemed to be taking her cue from her big sister, so everything looked good there.
She and Willow had that whole 'gone to the dark side, killed a few people, now trying for redemption' bond working. The Slayer and witch had talked quite a bit on the way to Sunnydale and had reached a tentative friendship by the time they'd found the injured Potential. Or, at least, a good basis for one.
Giles was Giles. She was a Slayer, he was a Watcher and she'd proven to him that she was gonna fight the good fight. From what he'd said when they got to the hotel, he had started trusting her again, maybe even beginning to respect her and think of her like the others, as one of 'his kids'. She found that idea more appealing than she would've ever believed.
Xander, though. Xander was the one who's friendship she wanted. Wanted it badly. She knew what she'd thrown away years ago. Long nights lying in her bunk thinking had made that clear to her. He was the one she'd have to work the hardest to earn his trust again and she would. She'd discovered, somewhat to her amazement, she very badly wanted to be Xander's friend and to have him to think of her the same way. Tight friends. Like Mike should've been. Like he *had* been, if she was honest with herself.
The dark Slayer released a growling sigh and jumped off the bed. All this introspection was giving her a headache and she decided enough for one night. Moving quickly, she readied herself for bed, slipping out of her clothes and sliding under the covers. Making herself comfortable, her last thought before sleep claimed her was if Xander wasn't at breakfast, she'd grab something for him and take it to him. Maybe he'd even let her stay and they could watch some tv or something. Tonight had been fun and she wanted to do it again.
Faith dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face.
* * *
"Oh God, that feels *so* good!" Dawn moaned out as her lover kissed and licked her way back and forth between the teen's breasts. She tried to lift her head to look and smile at her girl, but, strangely, she couldn't. She dismissed the thought as a strong tongue laved all the way across one nipple, the tip flicking the hardening nub as it cleared.
Dawn gave another groan and brought her hands up, threading her fingers into the mop of dark hair she could just make out. She held the head wandering across her chest loosely as wonderful things were done to her. "Yes! Just like that, oh don't stop," she babbled out.
Suddenly, she released a strangled scream as her girlfriend firmly caught her right nipple between her teeth and pulled up and away from her body. It did hurt a little, but the raw pleasure that rocketed through her more than made up for it. She waited in dread/anticipation, waiting to see if the move would be repeated on the left.
Instead, she squirmed and felt her arousal kick up another notch as a warm, metallic object danced, flicked and teased her left nipple for a moment. Her lover seemed to quickly tire of that, though, and, after one last hard suck, released her breast with an audible pop. She began to trail nibbley kisses down the Key's abdomen.
Dawn giggled as she felt her girl lick and tease her belly button. "Tickles," she managed to say, then moaned again the kissing resumed and started lower. "Yes!" She exalted as the feather light touch of a finger moved over her clit and down across her soaked mound. she bucks her hips upwards, trying to get more friction against the hand, but it's gone.
The excited teen feels lips smile against her skin, then hears a soft, "Patience," a soft voice commands. She feels her breath and heartbeat increase in speed, while a small part of her mind wonders what's wrong with Kit's voice. It sounded... different.
Then she feels her lover run the flat of her tongue up and across her overheated sex and she scream/moans at the exquisite sensation, especially the little double flick she did with the tip over her engorged clit. All thoughts, confused or otherwise, leave her head as her libido kicks into overdrive.
Again, she tries to raise her head to look down her body at her girl, but she still can't move it much. All she can really make out is a dark haired head moving a little between her thighs, so she moves her hands to grab her lover's head, trying to force her closer.
A teasing chuckle sounds out, but, almost before Dawn can register the sound, lips close around her clit and a hard suction is applied. "Yes!! Yes!" The former Key squeals and jerks, her orgasm that much closer. A deep moan completes her vocalization as a finger slides into her sopping, burning channel.
With something inside for her vaginal muscles to bear down on, Dawn feels the little tingles and tremors in her stomach that tell her she's about to come and come hard. A second finger slips into her and both begin a thrust and retreat motion as her lover starts to fuck her. The young brunette pants hard, trying vainly to keep from passing out from sheer pleasure.
Sweat pours from her body as she inches inexorably toward her monster orgasm. "Yes!!" She near screams as a third finger is suddenly thrusting deep into her. Simultaneously, her lover does three things; she adds a twisting motion to her thrusts, causing the very tip of her middle finger to brush across Dawn's g-spot. She starts to stutter her tongue, sort of purring, causing the tip to almost tap dance on the hyper sensitive bundle of nerves between her lips, and she presses in ever so slightly on Dawn's anus. Not penetrating, but adding a delicious pressure as she rubs.
Dawn screams inarticulately as her body thunders through the gates of nirvana. Her girl doesn't even slow her ministrations, but continues them, even as the teen nearly throws her off in her orgasmic convulsions. She plays the brunette's body like an instrument, extending Dawn's orgasm for what seems to the Key like hours as her body convulses and quivers. She feels her vaginal muscles squeezing the invading fingers hard, then she screams once more as the feeling of one of her nipples being pinched blends into everything else, causing her to go into a multi-orgasmic state.
Dawn feels like her bones are shaking loose as her body just keeps shaking and coming. Finally, she just can't take anymore and pushes her lover away. Curling into a ball, she continues to ride out the last of her final orgasm. Minutes later, she slowly uncurls. She can still feel little tremors throughout her body, especially through her stomach and her still spasming center. She blinks quickly to clear the tears she doesn't remember shedding from her eyes.
Little quakes of sensation start up her back as her girl begins to plant little kisses up her spine, continuing until she's lying behind Dawn. The Key lets herself be pulled unresistingly into her girlfriend's arms, smiling tiredly and feeling extremely sated.
A soft kiss to the back of her neck makes her purr, then another to the side of her neck, below her ear. A husky voice teasingly whispers, "So, am I worth keeping?"
Dawn smiles and turns to answer, but freezes as she sees the tender, but cocky smile and the look of devotion in Kennedy's chocolate eyes.
"Gah!!!" The brunette teen utters as her eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright in bed. Her breathing coming very fast, she looks around the darkened room for a split second before spinning around to look behind her. She's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed to find her bed empty.
"Are you okay?"
Dawn jumps. Telling her nerves to calm down, and for more than just Buffy startling her, she looks over at the other bed. "Sorry. Yeah, just... bad dream." She shifted a little and winced as she realized she didn't have that monster orgasm *only* in her dream. "I, uh... I'll be in there." She jumps out of bed, tried to subtly grab a clean pair of panties and nearly runs for the bathroom.
Buffy watches her sister dart through the door and slam it, then looks at Dawn's bed. A damp spot was just visible, and the blonde feels a small, wry smile cross her face. "If that was a bad dream, I don't think I wanna be around for a good one," she mutters. To her Slayer senses, the scent of Dawn's arousal is very plain.
Shaking her head, Buffy decides she *really* didn't want to think about her baby sister getting hot and bothered by some guy, even in a dream. Rolling over, she buries her face in her pillow to help her ignore the smell. It worked well enough that when Dawn returns a little later, the Slayer is sound asleep again.