Return To Sunnydale (10/?)
Sequel to Marooned
AUTHOR: faithful_chickie
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Part 10 - Dreams Overshadowed By Doubt
Buffy slid further to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs apart. She had just gotten back from an early bath and was still damp and nude, ready for her morning masturbation. The little slayer made sure to wake before Faith so that she’d have plenty of time to play with herself while watching the younger girl sleep. It was one of her many kinky obsessions involving the brunette.
Ever since her and Faith had become lovers, Buffy had started developing strange "Faith fetishes". For instance, Buffy had become fascinated with Faith’s mouth. She swiped anything that she saw Faith chew on…. pen caps, buttons, beads, string, absolutely anything. It was easy enough, considering Faith had run out of cigarettes and was suffering through quitting cold turkey. Keeping her mouth occupied seemed to provide the younger slayer with some relief.
All sorts of items, spun and wiggled around between the dark beauty’s luscious lips. It was enough to get Buffy’s juices going. She would steal peeks and imagine those silky lips sucking on her clit.
Buffy moaned softly as her finger slid along her soaked slit. Spreading even wider she exposed herself completely. At any moment Faith could wake up and catch her in a very naughty act. Buffy whimpered with excitement. She was so close. *Oh yesssss!*
The small slayer held her counterpart’s panties to her nose and sniffed. She could still smell Faith’s cream on them. Being in charge of the laundry had its advantages. Mainly access to anything that had been on Faith’s hot body. Buffy moved her fingers faster. *Oh god, yes!* Her clit slipped back and forth under her well lubed fingers. *Fuck!* Buffy arched her back as the first orgasm hit her.
She loved this part best, cumming and imagining Faith catching her in the act. Buffy bit her bottom lip in ecstasy. *Faith could wake up right now. And I’m masturbating in front of her while sniffing her freshly worn panties…. So bad!!!… Mmmmm…. What would Faithy do?… Crawl over and start licking my pussy, I bet.*
A smile played across Buffy’s features as she fantasized. *Faith would bury her face against me…. Oh hell yes!… and she’d lick me up and down and suck my clit… omigod!* Buffy arched up again, pinching her clit and purring. A second orgasm shuddered through her, leaving the green-eyed beauty breathless.
As Faith rolled onto her back, mumbling, Buffy slid to the floor. She stealthily made her way to the brunette sprawled out on her bed. With shaking hands, the chosen one carefully slid back the blanket and spread the toned and tan thighs. *Oh my god! She’s so incredible!* Buffy panted as she stroked herself faster.
Aching for a taste, the older girl leaned closer and inhaled Faith’s sweet scent. The little slayer wasn’t sure what she liked more, going down on her partner or having her partner go down on her. Faith was, after all, amazing at giving her head.
Buffy trembled violently as she opened her mouth and delicately tasted Faith. *Good god, I’ll never get tired of this!* She was careful to only steal a few licks, savoring the sticky sweet fluid as it filled her mouth. Faith was already getting so wet. She’d have to stop soon or risk waking the brunette. *Oh, screw it!* The little slayer buried her face into Faith’s crotch and indulged.
"Oh my god, yes!" Murmuring her pleasure into Faith’s pussy, Buffy fell forward, her body rocked by another incredible orgasm. She couldn’t even think anymore… just feel… just taste.
A smile curled her lips as she sucked gently, comforted by the softness, the warmth, the flavor and mostly just the beautiful girl, who amazingly enough, remained asleep. That was something that she really loved about Faith, unless doused with cold water or shouted at she just didn’t rouse easily.
As a result, Buffy got to satisfy all her naughty urges. It was intoxicating. In conjunction with their usual marathon of lovemaking, Buffy masturbated at almost every opportunity when she was around Faith.
Concocting elaborate schemes, she’d position herself in Faith’s line of sight but just hidden enough so the younger girl couldn’t see what she was doing. Interacting with the oblivious brunette, while getting off was exhilarating.
It had become such a gratifying game, that these moments were soon a staple of Buffy’s day. She looked forward to it almost as much as their evening lovemaking. Masturbation, a daytime delight. Buffy chuckled before idly wondering if she should worry.
Her depravity did seem to be increasing. She had gotten a taste and now was addicted. Never could she settle for anything less then this complete involvement with Faith. A sobering realization for Buffy. If the ‘get some and get gone’ girl even sensed commitment, she’d probably go all wiggie.
Buffy’s only strategy was to remain cool in all outward appearances. *Can’t act too gaga over her.* Hence, Buffy’s need to let out some of her excess passion in secret. She couldn’t risk the sultry slayer quickly losing interest.
Rolling to the side, she gradually caught her breath. The steady rhythm indicated it was safe to rise. Too many times she had risked fainting trying escape the comprising position before being discovered. Yes, she usually fantasized about Faith catching her, but to actually have it occur, seemed more likely to be humiliating.
Slowly, Buffy lifted herself away from Faith’s perfect body. *So hard to do when Faithy’s naked….Ugh! Have I ever been so pathetic before?!…No, not even with Angel.* Buffy’s smile faded as the girl next to her grew cold.
"Faith!" Jumping up the little blonde looked around her room. She was alone and had soaked through her sheets. Her hand was still firmly planted between her legs. *Only a dream!*
Sighing, Buffy threw back the covers and headed for the shower. *Can’t think about this now….*
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Faith’s eyes popped open. The most delicious image had seared itself to the back of her eyelids. It was of Buffy crouching between her legs to lap at her pussy. *Fuck! What a dream!* Throwing off her blanket, Faith glanced down at herself. Hesitantly, she reached between her legs. *Damn!*
The young slayer was shocked by how wet she had gotten. Her juices soaked the sheets and coated the insides of her thighs. *Wow! Thought only guys had wet dreams.* Faith smirked as she reached down and caressed her clitoris. She imagined Buffy’s sweet pussy inches from her mouth. *Christ, she’s hot! Mmmmm, Buffy Summers…*
The memories of the gorgeous blonde’s husky requests and satiated sighs increased Faith’s arousal. She played with her clit, remembering the many times Buffy had fallen asleep sucking it. *Fuck me…* The brunette groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and shivering. *Mmmm… always so good with Buffy. I can’t wait to see her again.*
A flicker of doubt edged its way in. *What if B, doesn’t want me anymore?!… Off the island, she might actually be straight…. It’s not like there’s ever a shortage of guys interested.*
Covering her head with a pillow, she tried to snuff out the terrifying thoughts. *What if Buffy’s back with the clean marine?… And I didn’t see him on the tape because he just wasn’t there at the time.* Faith scowled as she realized how brief the tape truly was. Just cause he wasn’t in a barely twenty minute tape, didn’t mean he wasn’t back in Buffy’s life.
Faith ran to the bathroom. She barely made it in time, before being sick all over the floor and sink. Falling to her knees, Faith cursed herself. *I must be the biggest sap alive! Of course, B won’t want me anymore!*
Part 11 - Preparing For the Party
Sitting very still, Mr. Peepers patiently waited for his bath to be over. Today was a very special day. All of his new friends were coming over for his blonde mommy’s birthday party. At least, that’s what the nice lady was telling him.
The tiny monkey peered up at Joyce while chewing on a bath toy. The older woman was leaning over the tub, scrubbing him and talking. He liked the grooming. Grooming was a very comforting thing. The little monkey felt safe and cared for.
Lifting him carefully from the bath, Mrs. Summers began drying him. "You were such a good boy. Yes, you were. You sat so still. I’m going to give you a treat. Do you want some grapes?.. I bet you do." She wrapped him in a towel and carried him into his room, passing her daughter on the way.
Glancing back at Buffy, Joyce couldn’t help but notice the little blonde’s red-rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks. "Buffy, can you come in here?"
"Yes." The small slayer stumbled into the room. "What?"
"Do you want to talk about whatever’s been bothering you?" Mrs. Summers noticed Buffy tense up. "Honey, if you’re not comfortable talking with me, then maybe you should talk to one of your friends or Giles. I’m sure any of them would be supportive… Riley’s explained that the two of you are having a bit of difficulty."
Buffy interrupted her. "It’s not Riley!" She covered her face and shook her head. "Well, it kind of is… but there’s more to it. I just don’t think that I’m ready to deal yet."
Mrs. Summers nodded. "I understand. But you should consider that all of your friends cared enough to keep searching for you. They never lost hope, and Riley was as committed as the rest of us." She looked over at her daughter who now listened rather sullenly. Joyce decided to wrap it up.
"I don’t know what’s going on between you and Riley, but do consider the fact that he loves you very much, and you once loved him. At least that’s what you said before you got on that plane. Buffy, you really should consider giving your relationship with him another chance."
The little slayer remained quiet.
"There isn’t anyone else, and he might just be able to help you get back to your life." Mrs. Summers dried the tiny monkey as she spoke. "Tonight we’re having a party for your birthday. Everyone’s been invited; and your friends have helped me plan it. Please try to be in better spirits tonight."
Buffy nodded as her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, you know me. A regular party girl, especially on my birthday."
The sarcasm didn’t escape Mrs. Summers. She frowned but continued with the task of caring for her little charge. Mr. Peepers had become quite an important figure in the Summers’ household, not to mention what a hit he was with Anya or how taken the two witches had become. *Perhaps Rupert is right? There is something oddly human about this monkey.*
Joyce studied him for a moment, smiling as Mr. Peepers gently stroked his new suit. The crushed velvet seemed to be a pleasing material to him. He held up the tiny trousers, impatient to wear the lovely new costume his two witch mommies bought him. He fidgeted as Joyce plugged in the hair dryer. It was a scary noisemaker, and he didn’t care for it, but he held still as usual. If he behaved, it would be over quicker, and everyone would stay happy.
It’s blonde mommy’s special day. He hoped dark haired mommy might show up and his new kitty cat friend. Mr. Peepers gazed back at his brightly colored suit. Yes, his pretty, blonde, mommy would tell him how handsome he looked and make a fuss. Mr. Peepers bounced with excitement. And maybe he would get a cookie too.
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Buffy tried not to frown as the group sang happy birthday to her. Everyone had gone to so much trouble; she couldn’t possibly justify appearing ungrateful even though she didn’t want the party.
Holding Mr. Peepers carefully, Buffy leaned forward and blew out the candles. The little monkey clapped with the others.
Willow held out her hands. "Can I hold him, please?" She reached for the cheerful simian, delighted by the wonderful fit of his new suit. Mrs. Summers sure did a marvelous job adjusting the size. "Say cheese." The red head sang out as she pointed to Tara who was snapping a picture.
Mr. Peepers squeaked a little when the flash went off.
"Awww… Did that hurt your eyes?" Mrs. Summers took him from the girls and put him in his high chair.
Off to the side stood Riley and Spike. Neither one had really spoken much, but they both felt an overwhelming need to be there. Whenever there was an opportunity to be near Buffy, it had to be taken.
Spike snickered at the soldier. He obviously was still harboring a grudge. The vampire could understand Riley being angry with him. But he for petessakes, Mr. white bread was resentful toward the silly monkey too. *What a Nancy Boy!*
The two glowered at each other until Buffy approached.
"Well, hi there Slayer. Do you fancy a drink?" Spike held out his flask.
The slayer accepted it, despite Riley’s negative glance. Tilting it back, she took a big sip, coughing slightly as the liquor burned her throat. *Strong stuff!* Buffy gave the bleach blonde a silly grin.
"Are you going out for a smoke yet?"
"Yeah, I guess I could use one." The vampire held out his hand, directing Buffy ahead of him. "Ladies first."
Buffy reached for the flask, stumbling out the back door. "Fabulous party, isn’t it?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Tilting his head, Spike took a better look at Buffy. "What’s eating you, Slayer? And don’t tell me nothing. You reek of sorrow. So out with it."
Taking another swig, Buffy sat heavily on the porch. "I miss Faith."
"Huh? You mean that bird you were taking to the Council when you disappeared? The one who gave you so much trouble? You miss her?" Spike lit a cigarette, gazing over it at Buffy.
"Yes. Everything had changed. It wasn’t bad between us anymore." The little slayer hesitated.
Spike studied her for a moment before asking. "You mean the two of you became an item?"
"Yes. How’d you know?"
"The sexual tension between you slayers was thick… a lot thicker than with that Cub Scout inside." The vampire chuckled as he sat on the porch step next to Buffy. "So what are you going to do?"
"I don’t know. What can I do? The Council killed her. She’s gone and somehow I have to start accepting that. I’ve been trying to avoid it by getting Giles and the scoobies to investigate her disappearance. But we all know that I’m just delaying the inevitable. They’ve come up with nothing, because there’s nothing that can be done." Buffy covered her eyes as she began to cry.
"Awww now… C’mon Slayer." Awkwardly, Spike embraced her, trying to offer some comfort.
"Spike, I wanted to know what happened to her body so I could convince Willow to do a resurrection spell." Buffy sobbed guiltily.
"That’s understandable. It’s instinct when you love someone to try anything to have them back, but luv, you know that wouldn’t have be right. Not for you and not for Faith. Sometimes you have to let people go no matter how hard it is." Spike sat back a little. "Had she changed? Did she try to redeem herself?"
"Yes." The blonde sniffled, lowering her eyes.
"Well then, you’ll see her again. She’ll be waiting in the right place for you, Slayer." He held out the flask, letting Buffy take several gulps before retrieving it. "Careful Slayer, you don’t want to be too tipsy at your own party."
"Don’t care! More!" The petite but powerful girl pursued her lips and pouted, while reaching for the potent drink.
Relenting, Spike handed her the flask one more time.
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"Has anyone seen Buffy?" Mrs. Summers asked as she lifted the sleeping monkey from Anya’s lap.
"Not since she left with Spike." Willow worriedly noted.
Riley growled and began to pace. "First Faith and now Spike… I just don’t get her." His grumbles didn’t go unnoticed.
Giles perked up. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Just rambling." The soldier stepped from the house and stood on the porch, gazing out into the night. *Why is she doing this to us?! We have so much together.* He sat down heavily on the porch swing.
"Whaddya… whaddya mean?" Buffy slurred, running around the swing set giggling. "Jelly bean! … hehehehe…"
"Slayer, I do believe you’re crocked." Spike snorted, amused by the sight of the drunk little slayer stumbling about and singing.
"Am not!" Buffy became indignant. "You’re the drunk one!" She laughed again and fell back against the slide, had Spike not reacted quick she would have flipped over it and smashed her head.
"Okay, that’s enough Slayer. Time to go home." Scooping her up, the vampire made his way back toward the Summers’ residence.
"No, don’t wanna go! Captain Cardboard is waiting there… to pounce." Buffy giggled some more.
"He’s not one of my favorites either, but you have to go home." Spike made his way down Revello Drive.
"No! I got an idea, Spikey." Buffy waved her hand, slurring. "You can take me back to your crypt."
The vampire hesitated but shook his head. "No, not like this slayer. You’re far too drunk to know what you’re doing."
As they approached the porch, Riley rushed toward them. He took one look at Buffy’s condition and punched Spike.
"Owww! Bloody ‘ell!" The vampire lost his footing and fell with Buffy. They were in a heap with the little slayer giggling the whole time.
The scoobies and Giles heard the commotion and came out. "What’s going on?" The watcher stepped forward, eyeing Spike suspiciously.
"Nothing. I was just bringing the slayer home."
Riley went for the weary vamp again. "He got her drunk and did god knows what!" The soldier shrieked, enraged.
"Did not! That whole sleeping with the passed out may go over well with you Frat boys. But not with any self respecting bloke, so bugger off!"
"Enough! Both of you!" Giles turned toward the vampire. "Thank you for bringing her home. We can handle it from here."
Spike scowled as Riley took Buffy and headed into the house. "I’d keep a close eye on that one, if I were you, watcher."
"Yes. Very good. Goodnight, Spike."
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Buffy squinted. Someone was in her room. "Spike?"
Riley had to hold his anger in check. "No." He stepped close to the bed. "Did that thing touch you?!"
"Huh?" The little blonde’s head lolled back. "Touch?… Touchy.. hehehehe." Buffy chuckled, confused by the question.
The Iowa boy perched on her bed, checking her for marks.
"That tickles… Why?" Buffy tried to focus so the room would stop moving.
"Why, what?"
"Why? Do you wanna touch me?" The slayer giggled.
"You know I do, Buffy." He gazed down at the drunk little blonde that he had searched more than ten months for. Why was she torturing him, he wondered.
"Is it because I’m so touch ably… I mean, touchable.." Buffy snorted falling back in her bed. "Faithy, liked to touch me… mmmmm…." The slayer sighed and closed her eyes, missing the look of pure rage on Riley’s face.
He wanted to wipe that memory from her mind. She should have never allowed Faith to manipulate her like that. When he slept with the evil slayer, it was because she was in Buffy’s body. He couldn’t imagine the weak excuse his girlfriend might have.
"So good." Buffy mumbled, wistfully.
The soldier studied her for a moment. Another chance that was all he needed. Riley reached for her. "I can make you feel good again if you only would give me a chance."
"A chance… a chance… I keep hearing that… but I don’t know what it means." She rolled away from him, sleepy.
"It means this." Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her breasts.
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"Pay dirt!" Smith’s hired help mumbled as he perched in the tree, trying to hold his video camera steady.
The man couldn’t believe his eyes. He had hardly been tailing this slayer, and already he had filmed her in the arms of two different men. This tape should make him a tidy sum.
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Buffy squinted up at the soldier. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you what Faith can’t." Riley leaned forward and kissed her.
"No. Riley, don’t."
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