by
Margaux le Gaye
(Margot le Faye's un-twin)

Disclaimer: Darn, the people who really own the copyright on these characters still aren't willing to turn 'em over to me. Guess I'll have to stick with fanfic, no infringement intended. The real copyrights on BtVS characters are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, The WB, et cetera.

Warning: This is rated NC-17. Anyone not of legal age who somehow managed to get through the age buffers should TURN BACK NOW!  You will
regret it if you don't. Also, if graphic depictions of sexuality, about on a par with what you'd fine in one of the steamier Romance Novels (if they wrote them with enthusiastic same-sex as well as hetero scenes, that is) is not your cup of tea, do yourself a favor and find another story to read. You won't like mine. Be warned.

Acknowledgements: When DeadStillPretty challenged me to turn my eloquence from B/A to B/F, three stories sprang into my mind as part of a whole. I have deeply enjoyed writing them, and I hope you've enjoyed reading them. There will be a fourth B/F story, but not as part of this arc. In contrast to the stories in the arc Black Queen, White Queen follows the events of the third season finale, and assumes that Faith is a very bad girl, indeed. I am grateful for the kind words from Karabear, WomanWarrior, Masquerade, Cirrus, and others who liked the earlier stories, even those who aren't particularly B/F fans. Always thanks to Arcadia and bec, without whom I would never have posted a single story on the web. Special thanks to Cate for taking on the arduous task of proof reading my femfanfic. Any errors below are because I either disregarded her sterling advice or because I rewrote something and didn't send her the revision. Or because English is a complex language with different schools of thought on proper usage and I fall into the permissivist, rather than the presciptivist, category. Mostly. :-)

Content: F/B, F/A, F/B…'cause you gotta have Faith…

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Her Slayer senses told her what she would find before she climbed the stairs. Faith smiled. Buffy had gotten home from school early enough to fit in a quick shower before they went off to slay. She could hear the water running. Imagining her girlfriend naked under a stream of warm water was all the incentive Faith needed to take the stairs two at a time. Joyce wasn't due home from the gallery for a few more hours. Dusk, the earliest time it was practical to begin patrol, was even further off. For once, they had plenty of time.

Faith quietly opened the door to Buffy's room and stripped down. Buffy had given her a key to the house weeks ago. She had asked Joyce's permission but had fudged the reasons. Joyce hadn't probed too deeply. The fact that Faith was the other Slayer, that Faith's presence made Buffy's life just a bit safer, was all the reason Joyce needed to treat the other girl with warmth.

What that warmth might become if Joyce ever figured out just how close the two had gotten was a question that Faith preferred not to think about. Coming out to Buffy's friends and to their Watcher had been difficult enough. Although everyone had been unanimously supportive once they had gotten over their initial shock, there were still occasional moments of awkwardness. Overall, though, things had gone well enough to make Buffy reconsider her initial decision to keep her mother in the dark. In the beginning, she had felt that her mother had enough to deal with; coming to terms with the whole Slayer deal, the fact that Buffy might not live to graduate high school let alone college. And the fact that Buffy's boyfriend wasn't merely an older, college guy, but an immortal vampire who had centuries on her, hadn't been the best news a mother could hear either. Then there was the whole soul-lossage deal and his sojourn in Hell, that made his ex status pretty much a permanent thing. Except that Buffy continued to care about him, continued to want to protect him, continued to need him in her life. Joyce had a lot to deal with and maybe finding out that her daughter wasn't only queer for vampires, but frankly, queer, was a bit too much to expect her to handle.

More and more, lately, Buffy thought that she should. The Slayer-with-a-vampire-ex was old, old news. Joyce kept dropping not-so-subtle hints about Buffy's seeming datelessness, telling Buffy she had to move on. Buffy was beginning to think she should just tell her mother that she had moved on, if not quite in the direction Joyce might have expected. Whatever fallout there was from that announcement, however, would affect not only Buffy's relationship with her mother, but Faith's relationship with Joyce as well. And Faith, motherless since she was eight, wasn't willing to risk the maternal attentions Joyce gave her just yet. Buffy was willing to honor Faith's request that they not tell Joyce. For the moment. Sooner or later, though, Joyce would have to be told.

But that was a concern for the future. Faith pushed such thoughts aside now, as she grabbed up a towel from Buffy's closet and made her way silently to the bathroom. Buffy's Slayer senses were also keen and Faith didn't want to scare her. She debated simply knocking, but decided not. What the hell, she could defend herself. She wanted to see if she could surprise her lover. Faith could hear Buffy humming in the shower and decided to take the risk. Very carefully, she opened the door.

The room was already steaming, and she saw the outline of Buffy's body through the clear plastic shower curtain as through a mist. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head, held in place by a barrette secured with a slender wooden pin. Buffy was slowly running a bath sponge over her shoulders and down her arms. Faith smiled. Buffy hadn't gotten to the good parts yet. Slipping around the doorway, Faith let her towel slide to the floor, then, stealthily on the balls of her feet, approached the shower. Buffy continued humming, seemingly oblivious, her back to Faith.

When she got close enough, Faith pulled the curtain to one side with her left armand reached to haul Buffy back against her with her right. Buffy's hair came loose from the barrette at that moment, spilling down both girl's backs.

"If I were a vampire, you'd be dead, babe," Faith chuckled, then planted a kiss on her lover's neck.

"Is that so?" Buffy purred back, leaning into the kiss. Faith realized then that something sharp was held against her own throat. Pulling away from the kiss, she found that Buffy was holding the pointed end of the barrette pin against her jugular. If she really had been a vampire, Buffy would not have proved quite such easy pickings. This one was a draw. Faith laughed. Buffy tossed aside the makeshift weapon and turned in Faith's arms, setting her mouth on Faith's, her tongue licking over the other girl's lips. "Now get in here before we get the floor wet."

"What do you think's gonna happen if I get in there with you?" Faith said, even as she moved to climb into the tub with Buffy.

"I think we'll get wet," Buffy said huskily. Faith couldn't argue with that. Instead, she pulled the curtain closed once more and took the sponge from Buffy's hand. Buffy turned her back to Faith once again, leaning against the other girl's body. Faith quickly lathered up the sponge. Buffy closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of the warm water, the soft sponge, the slippery soap, her lover's gentle touch.

Faith loved Buffy like this, sleek and wet and yielding, sensuous as a contented cat. She took her time with the sponge, tracing over her girlfriend's torso, the firm, full breasts, down her ribcage, over the femininely rounded belly. Buffy purred again, and spread her legs a bit wider, snuggling her backside against Faith's hips. Faith nipped lightly at her neck just before she moved the sponge to the juncture between Buffy's thighs. Faith placed a series of feather-light kisses along Buffy's neck as her hands caressed Buffy's delicate nether lips and the hidden folds of flesh that guarded her most intimate core. She spent several minutes stroking there while Buffy's breathing grew irregular and her hips moved more forcefully back against Faith's.

Faith wasn't about to ease up on her yet, though. She reached for the shower massage, unhooked it from the fixed position and used it to rinse away the soap. She let the water course over Buffy's most sensitive flesh, but not long enough to satisfy the need she wanted to see build higher. Buffy groaned in frustration as the water moved away from where she needed it, to play on other areas of her body. Rinsing and re-lathering the sponge, Faith then did Buffy's shoulders, back and hips. Another rinse and re-lathering before Faith knelt and began to wash Buffy's legs, ending with a slow, lush cleansing of Buffy's delectable rear end, not excluding the tight rosebud hidden there, which Spike had taught them could produce as much pleasure as the more usual entrances to their bodies. After she had thoroughly soaped and rinsed Buffy, Faith set down the sponge and, parting the full globes, flicked her tongue against the sensitive little rosebud until Buffy was mewling and shaking, desperate for completion. A completion Faith still wasn't ready to give her.

She got to her feet and handed Buffy the bath sponge.

"Your turn," she grinned as Buffy stared at her with passion-glazed eyes.

"You are so going to regret this," Buffy promised, her hazel eyes brown with hunger, her voice smoky with desire.

"Make me," Faith whispered. Buffy's answering smile was breathtaking.

Buffy treated Faith to as much sensual torment as the other girl had earlier dished out, but she added a few twists of her own. When she knelt at Faith's feet, she carefully took her girlfriend's entire clit into her mouth, nibbling on it delicately, until Faith was begging for completion herself. Buffy showed her the same mercy she had been shown: none. But by then, both girls were too eager for matters to continue to waste more time. They made quick work of shampooing each other's hair, finishing up the shower, wrapping each other in the fluffy towels.

Then they were clean and out of the shower. The bed was only a few yards away. They held onto each other, kissing. Held on to each other as they made their way through the door, down the hall into Buffy's room. Held onto each other, hands stroking, lips melding, tongues tasting until Faith was able to push Buffy down onto the soft mattress and come over her, devouring her mouth with tender kisses, moving against her demanding, beautiful body. Buffy wrapped her arms around Faith's neck, her legs around Faith's waist. She opened her mouth beneath her lover's, her tongue pulling Faith's inside the sweet cavern of her own mouth.

Faith's tongue delved, savoring the sweetness. Nothing tasted better than Buffy Summers --except, perhaps, Buffy Summers. Faith broke the kiss, but only so that she could press other kisses along her lover's cheek, down her neck, over her collarbone. She took a few minutes to savor each tight, dark nipple on each firm, lush breast, then nibbled and kissed her way down Buffy's ribcage and belly, until she was once more settled between her lover's thighs.

Buffy parted them eagerly, and Faith delicately spread the tender lips until the vulnerable pearl of flesh hidden there was revealed to her, swollen and pink. The shower games had worked. Buffy was liquescent, wet, achingly ready. Slowly, Faith bent her head down and licked out with her tongue.

Buffy wailed, her hips lifting to her lover's mouth.

It was so good like this, Faith thought, sucking hungrily. Buffy wailed again, hips bucking violently. "Faith," she moaned. "Turn. Please!" Not stopping her tender ministrations to Buffy's intimate flesh, Faith did as asked, kneeling up and turning, until Buffy could grab Faith's legs and pull them over her own head, burying her face into Faith's secrets. Buffy slid a finger into Faith's hungry sheath, then another. Whimpering, Faith returned the favor.

This was even better, Faith thought, this was the best. The sex toys they played with were fun and she had no desire to give them up. But she loved it best when it was just them, just Buffy and Faith, mouths fused to each other's sex, fingers delving into each other's molten liquid cores. It was the best when she could taste and feel her lover as her lover tasted and felt her; when there was nothing but their own skin, their own hands, their own mouths giving them hot, delicious pleasure.

Faith worked the tiny button of flesh in her mouth, ruthlessly stroked her fingers, until Buffy was moaning and frantic beneath her. Buffy's own skilled mouth and fingers were making Faith fairly frantic herself. Hips bucking, they rolled, thrashed, squirmed and wriggled, sliding off the bed, the quilt going with them, so that they were nested on the floor. Still the hot pleasure built and built inside them.

Then Faith slid one finger of her other hand into Buffy's tight back passage, and her lover came, screaming, legs clamped tight around Faith's head, muscles squeezing hard on her fingers. Buffy nipped Faith's clit, and that was all it took to send the other girl crashing over the edge herself. Faith clamped her own legs around her lover's head as both girls shook with the force of their mutual climax.

Hot and wet and sweet. They were shaking, the whole world out of control, the only reality their own skin, their own connection, the pleasure electric between them. Their climaxes were not only mutual but interdependent. Buffy's spasms of pleasure made her nip Faith harder, making Faith's crisis more intense, which drove her to finger Buffy more forcefully, which made Buffy's spasms of pleasure that much stronger, so that she nipped harder…

The connection between them tightened, tightened as they shook and groaned and quivered, until even preternaturally strong muscles could no longer endure the surfeit of ecstasy, and a final crescendo was reached. After, they lay wrapped around each other on the quilted nest beside the bed, exhausted.

"Wow," Buffy said, giggling, when she finally regained the breath to speak.

"Mmmm," Faith agreed. "Man, I'm wet with you," she realized, licking the taste off her lips.

"That was the idea," Buffy pointed out. Faith dragged herself to her knees, switching position so that she could collapse into Buffy's arms.

"Good idea," was all she said, before she kissed Buffy. They tasted themselves on each other and that only made things better than they already were.

Eventually, they climbed back onto the bed and pulled up the quilt . Buffy set her alarm to wake them about half an hour before Joyce got home. That would give them time to clean up before patrol.

But things didn't go quite as planned.

They fell asleep, cuddling. Buffy, tired from a full day at school, slept deeply. Faith, who hadn't gotten out of bed until noon, napped for no more than 20 minutes before she found herself awake again, still wrapped in Buffy's arms.

Faith smiled down at her partner, admiring her face in repose. Buffy looked like a sleeping angel, her hair spread over the pillow like a spill of sunlight, her pure profile unmarred by concern, unshadowed by the burdens of sacred duty, inescapable destiny-- or by the loss of her one true love. Faith's smile faded. Buffy loved her, and that was more than she had ever expected or hoped for. But she knew that even if she and Buffy spent their entire lives together, even if they both beat the odds that cut Slayers down in their twenties and made it to the ripe old age most people felt was their birthright, even then, there would always be a part of Buffy's heart that no one would ever have but Angel.

Even if she never saw Angel again.

Faith pushed the melancholy thought away. No one's heart was unscarred. No one fell in love, after the first time they fell in love, without a past. Heaven knew Faith had secrets of her own. What she and Buffy had was good and it was strong and it was all that she could want. And she worked at seeing that she was all Buffy could want, as well.

Although the occasional bout with Spike had it's charms. Faith grinned again, as several lusty memories came to her. She had run into him on patrol a few nights back, and, once they had finished her sweep of the graveyards, he had taught her a new and interesting use for tombstones. Who would have suspected that ornamental vines carved in marble could feel so good when they were chilled by night air and pressed against your hot clit while a demon lover bent you over one and pounded into you from behind? She honestly hoped that Jessica Margaret Hoyle Fernwood, who had passed on to her reward in nineteen-aught-seven, had been happy in her marriage to Arthur William Fernwood for most of her 93 years, and would forgive a girl for a bit of fun.

Especially when that girl had damned little hope of ever getting married or living to 23, let alone 93, because she spent her nights fighting to save the world.

Nuts. Her thoughts were getting melancholy again. Here she was, in one of her rare chances to actually sleep in her lover's arms and she was thinking about stupid things that couldn't be changed. No more. Faith slipped out of the bed and padded over to the drawer in Buffy's bureau. Like most of Buffy's furniture, the drawer had a false bottom. Unlike the rest, it did not hold a supply of holy water, stakes, crosses or communion wafers. It held toys. Faith smiled and considered which one she wanted to use.

Her selection made, Faith adjusted it comfortably, then quietly made her way back to the bed. She eased the comforter down until Buffy's golden body was naked to her view, a banquet of delights for her to feast upon. Faith knelt on the bed, then bent over one of Buffy's full breasts and gently sucked the aureole into her mouth. Gentleness was crucial because she wanted to see how far she could get without waking Buffy. Waking her lover with an orgasm was one of her favorite things to do, one of the favorite games they played, during the few times they got to sleep together.

So Faith didn't give in to the urge to suckle and bite, but sucked gently, flicking her tongue around the hardening pebble of Buffy's nipple slowly, tenderly. Buffy sighed in her sleep, unconsciously pressing her breast further into Faith's mouth. Faith opened her mouth wider to accommodate the move. Meanwhile, she reached over to the other breast, delicately caressing it with her hand. She didn't pinch the nipple, but rolled it lightly between her fingers. Buffy sighed again, her legs spreading slightly. Faith smiled and moved her mouth from Buffy's breast, to press feather-light kisses down her ribs and belly, sliding between her lover's legs once more.

Buffy's clit was probably still too sensitive from Faith's prior tongue lashing to withstand direct pressure right now, so Faith eased her tongue into Buffy's tight core, tasting the moisture that once again flooded there. Still caught in slumber, Buffy's legs parted wider, her hips undulating gently to the subtle pressure that Faith used. She began to mewl slightly in her sleep. Faith increased force and pressure until she felt Buffy's body lift beneath her, a gentle orgasm sweeping over her in her sleep, drenching Faith once more.

Faith drank down the delicious essence of Buffy's satisfaction, pleased with herself. As Buffy's muscles relaxed, Faith drew away, settling herself over her lover, and guiding the head of the leather cock Spike had given them into the entrance to Buffy's body. Slowly, still trying to see how long she could keep things easy, she slid it in to the hilt, shuddering as the base of the dildo rubbed against her own sensitive clit.

Buffy sighed as Faith slid home. Faith began to stroke easily inside her, teasingly, gently, so that Buffy continued to sleep, her dreams sensuous and sweet. Faith savored the feel of her own breasts crushed against Buffy's, the feel of flesh against flesh. Even in her sleep, Buffy's hips lifted in perfect rhythm with Faiths, driving the base of the dildo against Faith's clit, so that both girls approached crisis together. Faith slipped a finger into her mouth, moistening it, then slipped it between their bodies to gently stroke Buffy's clit. As she got closer to her own completion, it was harder to keep things gentle and easy, but Faith was determined to keep Buffy asleep until climax woke her. She used every bit of discipline she had ever learned to keep control.

It was tough. Making love to Buffy always drove her out of her mind. It wasn't like just having sex, just getting some and getting gone. It wasn't even about how good she could make it for her girlfriend. It was always so much more than that. Being with Buffy this intimately was about the two of them connecting, sharing, uniting, being one in spirit as well as in flesh. The ecstasy they brought each other was icing on the cake.

Buffy was mewling now, pressing her clit against the stroking finger, her hips rising to meet the invasion of the fake cock. Faith could feel the nipples of Buffy's breasts tighten into hard little buds against her own breasts, her skin was beginning to flush, her head to toss from side to side, and she knew her lover was right on the edge. Faith pulled out until only the tip of the leather cock was inside a whimpering Buffy. Then, grinding her finger forcefully against Buffy's clit, she slammed the cock hard and deep.

Buffy cried out, coming forcefully, her eyes flying open as waves of orgasm shook her from sleep. Faith grinned in triumph, then bent to devour Buffy's mouth with her own. Buffy enthusiastically returned the kiss, her arms reaching up to circle Faith's neck and hold her closer, her mouth opening, her tongue seeking her lover's. Buffy met Faith's thrusts, hips rising to engulf the leather more deeply and to slam the base back into Faith's clit until she too began to shake as her climax overtook her.

Once more, they were locked together in mutual pleasure, and Faith thought that if the price she paid for being a Slayer was to have a life expectancy that could be measured in months rather than years, it was worth it, as long as she could have this Slayer's love.

"Buffy," Faith groaned in completion. "Buffy." She collapsed on her lover's body, sinking into the warmth of her soothing embrace. They rested that way for a few minutes, still connected. Then, Faith recovered enough to lean up on her arms and smile down at the woman she loved.

Buffy smiled lazily up at her lover and tightened her arms around Faith's neck, pulling her into a deep kiss. Suddenly the fires that had just been so thoroughly banked stirred to life again.

The edge was off for them, so this was long and slow and sweet. There was no urgency, just the unhurried, ruthless building of pleasure. Just Faith working to find the places inside Buffy that she liked to have stroked and Buffy pushing back to drive the base of the dildo into her lover's hungry clit. Faith always liked it rough and enjoyed more brutal usage of her clit than Buffy did. In this, they complimented each other. Faith, usually so rough with the world, liked being tender with Buffy as much as Buffy enjoyed not having to hold back for Faith.

She didn't hold back now. Faith reached for Buffy's knees, pressing them farther apart and back up against Buffy's arms. The position opened Buffy wider, allowing Faith to plunge inside her deeper. Making love like this always made Buffy incredibly hot.

It made her feel so vulnerable, where she spent her life being invincible. Buffy moaned against her lover's mouth, rocking her hips up to meet each thrust, letting the smooth texture of the leather slide across her most sensitive inner tissues, welcoming the power Faith used against her. Eventually, gentle and tender didn't matter, rough and fierce didn't matter. Eventually passion swamped them and fast or slow, rough or tender, they gave each other completion, satisfaction, surcease. Buffy once more screamed into Faith's mouth, and once more swallowed down her lover's own cries. Faith drove deeper, harder, faster. Buffy opened, yielded, surged. They were wrapped tightly about each other, tongues entwined, sweat-slick skin caressing sweat slick skin as they exploded once more into rapture. It held them enthralled for long, ecstatic moments. When it ebbed away, it left them exhausted, drained, unable to move. Locked together, they fell asleep as they were.

And didn't hear the alarm.

It was Joyce's hallooed, "Buffy, I'm home!" that roused them. As one, their gazes flew to the clock by Buffy's bed. It was after 7:00. Not only had they slept through the alarm, they had slept a full hour beyond the time that Joyce had been expected home. Dusk was gathering outside Buffy's window.

"Shit!" Buffy hissed. Faith quickly pulled the leather cock out of her lover and rolled from the bed. She was careful and quiet as she unstrapped the harness for the dildo, tossed it on the bed and dived for her clothes.

"I'll be right down, Mom," Buffy called, pulling on her own clothes at record speed. She turned to the bed and grabbed up the sex toy, wrapping it in a towel and hiding it under a pillow. Working together, the girls had the bed made in a matter of seconds, then kissed quickly before Faith slipped out Buffy's window to the oh-so-convenient tree right outside. Buffy left the bedroom and headed for the bathroom down the hall --a luxury Faith hadn't had time for. Damn, that had been close.

At least the growing dark hid Faith's climb from Buffy's window. She landed quietly, and slipped into the gathering darkness. Might as well start patrol, Faith thought.

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