Can You Hear Me Now? by Desirata 41

Rating: NC-17
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Author's Note: To Michele, Amanda and Faithful Chickie…I want to be like you when I grow up. Gratitude to Malea, couldn't have done it without you M.
This may be crappy but it's my crap, let's respect each other's material ok.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith

Summary: Faith is restless after training, and she can't sleep. Nothing helps ya sleep like a little 976-Buffy.

The atmosphere is tense and thick, as is the case whenever we train together like this. Some sessions are short and technical where we try out a new weapon or maneuver.

Then there are those like tonight, where it's almost like some kind of intense ritual, and we can't get enough of the challenge. It's times like this when we take each other as far as we dare go, stopping only when there's bloodshed.

She's definitely fuckable in the heat of the moment. When our bodies clash together, our muscles straining under the determination of not being bested by the other. I relish the contact. Sure, it's violent and often painful; but I'm touching her nonetheless. If I'm sweaty, flushed, and breathless, let's just say it ain't because of physical exertion!

My temples begin to pulse and my mouth is getting drier by the second, all my concentration is slipping from me. I'm not ready for this intense feeling washing over me. My clit is tingling and I can feel the wetness trailing down my thigh, and I can't believe it's all because of her.

Oh, what the fuck do I do? When our eyes meet, It's like I can't think straight, ya know? She's just so hot. I wonder if slayers were ever descendents of kings and queens.

While I drink in her sensual beauty with my eyes, and the way she carries herself with slayer grace, the primal side of me envisions her stripped naked with her hot tense body pressed against me begging for release.

The need in her making her voice coarse, husky and crude, "Ohh Faith fuck me now…please!

My pulse quickens as I fantasize momentarily about that velvet voice, daring me to take her. It would be nice if we could get past the obligatory shoptalk that the G-man insists on having after every training session!

Can't help but respect the guy though, I know he would die for B. It makes me feel good to know she'll always have someone in her corner, even if it can't be me.

"I'm sorry Faith, what did you just say?" I focused on her face then, and noticed that her breathing was labored and she appeared to be flushed.

It wouldn't have been 5x5 if I didn't tease her a bit hey; it's what I do. I said "I could eat a horse B, wanna get somethin' ta eat?" She couldn't hide the fact that she was fixated on my lower lip as I ran my tongue slowly back and forth over it.

Buffy quickly turned from my gaze, after I deliberately mouthed, "I want to taste you" with a raised eyebrow that left no question, other than ‘now?' She was stuttering now, unable to complete a sentence.

One last smoldering smile before I replied "Okay B, try to get some rest, you look uptight girlfriend."

She gave me a puzzled look, even though we both caught my meaning. I was no longer willing or able to suppress my feelings for her. Slaying isn't exactly the poster profession for longevity, and I didn't want to waste any more time.

The look in her eyes was part desire, part confusion. "We can hook up through Giles, he'll let us know when we train again."

Unwilling to let her leave me like this, I abruptly reached out for her arm, at once feeling the electricity as we touched. My voice wavered, when she looked at me with those eyes!

Could there be any better example of pure beauty than Buffy Anne Summers? That's right, I know almost everything about B. I've made it my business to find out about her childhood, her history with Red and Xander, even her reckoning and coming of age with her watcher.

She looked at my hand on her arm like I was trespassing on forbidden ground. "What is it Faith?" She questioned urgently as I pulled her face toward mine. Her intensity softened as I gently brushed her hair with my fingers.

She swallows deeply and takes a shallow breath, as my hand softly trails the inside of her arm, momentarily tracing a part of her breast, as I withdraw from her.

I whispered to B's back as she turned and walked away from me, "One day baby, want…. take…"

The longer I thought about it after she left me, the more I felt compelled to call her. The sound of her voice was intoxicating, and even more so when she realized it was me!

My need speaks for me in a timbre of voice that shocks me. "I still smell your scent, and it's driving me crazy. Do you have any idea how much I want you B?"

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end as she answered "Faith, don't confuse what we feel in the heat of training, as anything other than adrenaline pulsing through your veins."

Her denial had gone too far and I was no longer willing to be patient with my need. "B, I know you can't help but touch yourself, after the heat we just generated in that room." Was that my voice so deep and throaty with need?

She seemed to weigh her response carefully between measured breaths "I don't know what you're talking about."

It didn't matter what she was saying, her voice alone was driving me wild. "Tell me you don't feel it B, the heat all over that sexy body. Are you wet?"

Buffy moaned softly "Of course I'm wet Faith, I've been working up a sweat with you for the past two hours." She must have realized how it sounded, but it was way too late to take it back and she just sighed lightly.

I made sure my voice was extremely breathy in response. "C'mon B, aren't you curious what I'm doing to myself on the other end of this phone, what I'm wearing?"

I whispered "What things B? Do ya think of me all wet and quivering for you, when you touch yourself?"

I could sense her resolve weakening on the other end as her voice took on a sultry tone, "Faith, why are you saying these things?"

I make sure she can hear the slick sounds of me licking my fingers. "Take your clothes off, B."

She gasped as she heard me groan in her ear " Hurry B…" I was stroking myself slowly with my fingers, imagining it was her hand, her mouth, and her body on me.

She falls silent as I climax in her ear, transferring all my love, all my need, and God, my desire for that wicked body. "OOOOOHHHHHWWW, DAMN YOU B!!!!!! "

She listens intently while I cum long and hard in her ear, hanging on for every gasp, and every shout of emotion coming from me.

It seemed like hours before I came to my senses long enough to speak "You still there B?"

Faith and I are training, and as usual, She's really trying to kick my ass. All of our sessions are rough, whether we're sampling new weapons, or going over tactical strategies.

Then there are times like tonight, where she comes at me full tilt. It almost borders on some type of intense ritual. She refuses to be bested, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We take each other as far as we dare go, stopping only when there's bloodshed.

Whenever we make contact, there's electricity between us. I'm trying my best not to be distracted. It's just the way she looks at me, those deep, brown eyes are so… damn, I'm distracted.

She notices, and takes me down to the mat, exploiting my temporary lapse. "Bang, you're dead, B."

Believe me, I am flustered, but not for the reason you might think. She straddles me, every delectable inch of that body pressing against me. She is winded from taking me down, and I'm mesmerized by the quick respirations in her chest.

This isn't going to work; I've got to move from under her. Oh God, her breasts are inches from my face, and her nipples are hard and protruding through that flimsy top, just begging me too…

She's concerned now because I haven't uttered a sound, she doesn't immediately grasp why I can't. Her forehead creases with concern, "Hey B, ya alright. Don't go zonin' on me girl." She smiles tenderly at me while helping me to my feet.

She shifts her head to one side, gazing at me intently. My mind starts generating mental images. In a dark, warm room, there are two figures on a bed. The atmosphere is thick with the sounds and smells of lust being fulfilled, over and over.

My pulse is racing now, because I can hear the passionate moans, and wet slurping sounds emanating from the two of them. They are entwined tightly in a deep embrace. I have to move closer to satisfy my curiosity.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, because it's showing me images of Faith and I in a sixty-nine position! I can feel my face flushing, as I shake off those images, trying to regain my composure.

I'm expecting Giles to come in, at any moment. He always critiques our sessions after we're done. He is a comforting presence in my life, and I have no doubt that I can always count on him.

She was speaking to me, and I vaguely heard her say something about eating, but it couldn't have been what I thought she said. I‘ve got to shake this; my mind is in the gutter.

I declined the offer, telling her I would grab a bite at home. It was obvious to me what kind of mood she was in. A sexual aura drifted off her body in waves, and I was having trouble restraining myself.

She glanced at me knowingly as she said, "Ok B, try to get some rest girlfriend, you look uptight."

What would possibly make her say that? Okay, time for me to go. I say in passing as I turned to leave, "We can hook up through Giles, he'll let us now when we train again."

Then she reaches out, grabbing my arm, and my mouth is dry as I turn towards her. Her touch threatens to make my legs give out from under me. She's pulling me towards her, I'm afraid she'll see how much I want to possess those lips.

"What is it Faith?" I'm trying to sound annoyed; right now it's my only defense. Then she brushes her hand through my hair, with the softness of a butterfly's touch. "You had some sawdust in your hair, from the training room B."

I leave the building, almost running, depending on the fresh night air to clear my head. I have never experienced these kinds of feelings before, for anyone, and it scares me.

I am so glad to get home and shower, but it still doesn't relieve any of the tension. I barely have time to dry me hair, when the phone rings. Low and behold it's Faith…I don't need this right now.

I would never tell her how much I didn't want to leave, "What is your major malfunction, Faith?"

"I still smell your scent, and it's driving me crazy. Do you have any idea how much I want you B?"

There it is, that voice. I'm getting turned on just from hearing it. I'm unwilling to accept that she has this kind of effect on me, "Faith, don't confuse what we feel in the heat of training, as anything other than adrenaline pulsing through your veins."

Even as the words left my lips, I knew they were all lies. My knees begin to shake, and I have to sit down. Just the thought of that perfect body, hot and wet for me, makes me shiver.

"B, I know you can't help but touch yourself, after the heat we just generated in that room."

I am reluctant to answer her now, for fear the longing in my voice will give me away. My resolve is weakening, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Almost hypnotically I could feel my arousal welling up and brimming over onto my thighs, and I couldn't stifle a soft moan, "Of course I'm wet Faith, I've been working up a sweat with you for the past two hours." I was on fire now, imaging a predatory smile playing across those full, sensuous lips. I know the suggestiveness of my statement wasn't at all lost on her.

"C'mon B, aren't you curious what I'm doing to myself on the other end of this phone, what I'm wearing?"

My hand flew to cover the phone, to camouflage a sharp intake of breath escaping involuntarily from me. She is all I can think about right now. Those tightly muscled, silky thighs draped snugly around my hips as I drove my sex so deliciously into hers. Our clits touching, in the most intimate of lover's kisses.

I had to get her off the phone, before I totally lost it, "Look Faith, I have better things to do with my time."

"What things B? Do ya think of me all wet and quivering for you, when you touch yourself?"

Ohh yes, I am touching myself, thinking about my fingers buried deep inside her smoldering mound. I can almost taste her. The sounds of her sighs and moans, as she becomes increasingly more aroused, only bringing me closer to the edge.

She has taken me past the point of concealing the desire in my voice, "Faith, why are you saying these things?"

My breath is almost coming in gasps, as I ask her, "What do you want from me, Faith?"

I heard slick sounds being made in the background, kind of like…no she wasn't licking her fingers! "Take your clothes off, B."

The phone is straining under the pressure of my grip; it's a miracle that it doesn't snap in two. I can't help but gasp, as she groans in my ear and says urgently, "Hurry B…"

Mmmm, I can almost feel my hands and mouth on that body, fucking her like there was no tomorrow, but the sheer thought is…. making me…murmur in her ear, "Faith, I…"

The power of speech has left me as I feel myself going over the edge into sweet release, and then my love moans the most excruciatingly sexy thing in my ear, "OOOOOHHHHHWWW, DAMN YOU B!!!!!! "

I listen intently while she cums long and hard in my ear, hanging on for every gasp, and every shout of emotion coming from her. My secret is safe; she'll never know we came together, here, tonight.

It seems like hours before either one of us can speak. She speaks softly to me, her voice still trembling, "You still there B?"

She's on her way? Oh shit, what happens now? I wasn't expectin' in my wildest dreams, for B to call my friggin' bluff! My knees are still shaking, and my heart is hammering in my chest. I have no idea what she'll say, or how she'll react. All I know is I'm done with the game playin'. If she wants to kick my ass, then we're gonna deal. What do I say to her? That's right Faith; tell her how much you love her. So she can ridicule you and laugh at your ass.

How do I approach her? I can't just burst in there with my usual super bitch bravado. Hi, I'm determined, righteous Buffy. You were wrong for saying those naughty things to me on the phone. Way too much sparkage, for me to deny anything; at this stage in the game. I need her, the dark mysterious secret that is Faith. Why has my world been turned upside down since I met her?

I cleaned up as best I can, no need in trying to impress her in this rattrap. I'm still on fire; just the thought of her is making me drip all over again. She's gonna be all hissy when she gets here too. Little cute-ass perky nose; trying to act like I didn't turn her on. Fuck that, I know what I felt, and I know what I heard. Miss Summers is coming here for one reason, and one reason only. She wants me to fuck her, oh yeah; she's definitely hot for me. Why else would she come here this time of night?

She's going to be on the offensive thinking I have something negative to say, with her teeth clenched and fist balled up. Baby, if you only knew that I'm coming to you. I'm coming to you because I can't sleep; you haunt my dreams. All my waking moments are spent wanting you. This has to end. There isn't a part of my body that doesn't yearn for you Faith.

I'm getting anxious now; she's got to be just around the corner. It's been a half hour now, and fuck me; I can't wait to see her. Something's gotta happen, my whole body is tingling. I smell her first, the light scent of peach, and then she's here. Her face is flushed, like she ran half way here. My God, she's glowing all over. Her hair is more blonde than I remember, from a few hours ago. It's like her whole body is pulsating and I have never seen her more beautiful, than she is; standing in front of me, right now.

It seemed like I would never get here, but here I am. There she is standing in the doorway, the outline of her body bathed in moonlight. I step into her presence, and immediately the heat coming off of her hits me. I look at her, and I forget how to breathe for just a second. My body moves on total instinct, and I cup her chin with my hand. I'm running my finger over that cute little cleft that has bewitched me for months.

B's hand is demanding but gentle, I don't know what that look in her eyes means. I only know I like the feel of her hand on my face, it's comforting and it makes me feel safe. I touch her hip lightly and bring her inside; my hand doesn't leave her as I push the door shut. She's lookin' at me with these eyes, almost like she's about to bawl. I've never seen her like this before, and shit…now her lips are trembling.

My beautiful, tragic Faith. All the pain you try to hide comes out in your lovely face. You think you're not good enough for me, but the truth is, you define me. I can't share this feeling; with anyone else on the planet, we're unique. You alone share my vision, and the knowledge of what is truly horrible in the world. No more lonely nights, no more personal spaces. I'm ending it, now.

I was going to say something to break the ice with B, but then she kissed me, just like that. Her lips were soft, and warm pressing against my mouth. Like she thought I was going to run away. I can't do anything but pull her to me; control doesn't mean a damn thing to me now. All I know is her mouth, so sweet and wet; helping me to lose my mind.

The taste of her tongue is making me dizzy. The sexual energy seething from her envelops my entire body and I moan leaning into her. The arms that protected me in battle now encompass me in a loving embrace, and it's so unexpected from her. My feelings for Faith threaten to overwhelm me. The arousal that rose up in me during our earlier conversation has resurfaced, as I return her embrace.

I break away from the kiss to draw a breath, and to whisper to her, "B,…I…you..."

Doesn't Faith know that speech isn't necessary? We are about to become closer than we've ever been; I smile at her as I undo the robe she is wearing. Nothing left to the imagination now…no sexy come backs, or double entendres. She stands naked before me, and her beauty makes me gasp!

I've been naked in front of lovers before, but this is different. It's B, and my body is shaking all over from the way she's looking at me. She is turning me on, and she knows it. I can't hide my nipples; they are rock hard. I must be breathing like an animal, coz I sure feel like one.

"So Faith, gotta have me huh?" I circle around her, lightly touching her in places that leave no doubt; why I came here tonight. I can feel how wired she is, like an animal about to spring. This is all so delicious, and while I want to savor every taste, touch and sound, my driving need won't allow for restraint.

'B is touching me, and she's not being timid about it either. I'm so tuned into her, it's like we're breathing the same breath. There's something else workin' here though. The look in her eyes is telling me, that I'm the one's gonna get fucked proper tonight. The air catches in my lungs, and I can't stand the anticipation of where those hands will go next.

I shock myself, as much as Faith, when I shove her face first against the wall. She is forced to assume the position, like I am frisking her. Just seeing her like this makes me pant, and I need contact with that body. The only indication that I undressed is the sound of fabric ripping, and what is left of my clothing being thrown to the floor. Then I am on her, pressing my sopping mound against her firm ass.

I always thought it would be me taking control when it finally happened. B is like another person, she's grinding that delectable, wet, pussy into my ass, and talking dirty to me while she does it! Umm…yeah...It doesn't make sense for me to protest, because…God help me…ohh...I would lose.

There is nothing but the feel of Faith's skin and the sensual sounds of her moaning. Her breasts feel incredible, filling up my hands, as I continue to rub my clit into her with a seductive rhythm.

"All those sexy looks… and flip remarks…mmmm…how long have you been wanting this baby."

I gently place one of my hands on her throat. She has to know that I am running this. Yeah me, little Miss do right is fucking her. My other hand travels south to her heat, and I eagerly plunge three fingers into her without hesitation. With boldness, I thrust harder against her; totally entranced by the feel of her smooth, drenched walls clutching at my fingers.

"Uggh…yes... how do you like it slayer, finally being fucked by me. Tell me how much you've been wanting me...you sexy bitch!" Faith moans as I bite into her neck, sucking hard to mark her as mine.

Who would have thought my wicked little slayer had it in her. I'll be damned if she isn't fucking me, and fucking me well. She is all over me, and there isn't a part of my body that Buffy Summers hasn't possessed. Her moist; demanding tongue in my ear, talkin' to me like that. The slippery slapping sounds she makes as she pounds into me, harder than any man could.

Those fingers buried so deep in me, I feel helpless. B's gonna take me there, I can feel it. Her breathing is so fuckin' hot in my ear, and the way she's moving her whole body against me. My clit is starting to spasm, and I'm pushing back on her fingers as hard as I can. What she's saying to me is going to…ohhh…make me lose…aww...fuckin' yes.

I place my free hand beside her head on the wall, trying to get some leverage. If it's possible I press my fingers deeper inside her, pulling her ass closer to my red-hot core, as she starts to scream. "Umm, that's right Faith…come for me baby...so damned hot…give it all to me...now baby, now!" Her dark hair mixes with my wheat, as we rock each other to completion. We move together in a dance so primal and erotic, that the beauty of it brings me to tears.

Several minutes later, after we've somehow managed to stop crying out, and just stand still, I pick Faith up And lay both our fatigued bodies on her bed. She is draped across me, lazily running her fingers through the moist curls on my mound. It touches me, to hear and feel her purring into my neck. There can't be a voice more enticing on the planet, than my slayer's.

I'm watching B as she sleeps, so peaceful and damn she's getting me started all over again. It's like I can't get enough of her. The curiosity is killing me, so I dip my finger in for a little taste. She tastes kinda salty, yet sweet at the same time.

That's a taste I need some more of, and I maneuver down her body, until I'm facing that honey pot. Her sexy little patch is covered with tawny brown ringlets, and those lips are swollen and begging for a kiss. Well I was never one to disappoint a lady, no need to start now.

I take one last look up at B, before I steal my kiss. She's going to wake up coming in my mouth and screaming my name. This isn't just sex to me, it means somethin', I don't realize how much until I kiss her. The taste alone is making me ache. I begin to suck on her lips gently, one by one, and she moans.

My hands reach under her to cup that beautiful ass. Gotta take it slow, coz I'm not ready for her to wake up yet. This fire is going to burn slow. Her juices are really starting to flow now, and I flatten out my tongue and press the tip into her sweet hole.

B's so sexy; the little fox is starting to fuck my face in her sleep. I guide her legs onto my shoulders, being mindful not to be rough about it. That would spoil my plan. I'm losing myself in her, the more she opens up to me, the deeper my tongue goes. I massage her clit with my finger, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She's cooing and moaning and her sugar walls are quivering. It won't be long now, before she gives me the gift I've been working so hard towards.

Oh yeah, B's almost there, she starts to cry out and her legs tighten across my back. I take her juicy, throbbing clit in my mouth and suck on it like it's candy. Her hips are jabbin' at me so hard; I have to brace myself. I'm in the heat of this thing, almost feelin' like I'm gonna pop. It is then that I look up at B, and see she is very much awake. That's my cue to suck her until she can't stand it. I smile against her wet heat as she comes. Her back is arching as she digs her heels into me.

B finally offers up my gift, and I drown in her. The thought that I am making love, to the woman I love, carries me over the edge. She looks at me, listening; as I say, "I love you Buffy."

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Can You Hear Me Now?

by Desirata 41

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