FIC: Back In Boston part 11

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• Title: Back In Boston
• Author: Callisto's Dark Side
• Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
• Feedback: The more I get, the faster I write.
• Distribution: Can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/callistosdarkside/BackInBoston.htm
• Spoilers: Season 4, but since Dawn's in it, I guess there's also some of
season 5. It's an alternate universe in which Faith never joined up with
the mayor.
• Rating: I'll just set it at R now, cuz I know for sure that's where
chapter 3's gonna be. Possible NC-17 later on, so be warned.
• Pairings: Wait and see. J
• Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
• Summary: Faith convinces Buffy to go back to Boston with her for Christmas
Holidays, but Buffy only agrees if Willow comes along as well. Dawn tags
along, much to Buffy's dismay.

Chapter 11


"Alright, I give, I give, I give…" Buffy cried, lying beneath Faith, pawing
at the brunette's hands.

Shivers ran through Faith's body as she heard those words while straddling
the petite blonde.

"I think I'm crazy, cuz I just heard one-half of the Chosen Two give in,"
Faith teased, still sending jolts through Buffy's body with well time jabs
to the ribs.

"You're not, I give, I give…" Buffy pleaded.

"Tsk, tsk," Faith shook her head, "You're starting to give slayers a bad
name."

"At what? Tickle fights?"

"Aww, B. You do know tickles fights are a metaphor for something else?"

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then I think I'm gonna
scream," Buffy warned.

"You wish, my blonde Princess. I actually meant life, but hey, if you want
it to mean something else, I'm game." Faith licked her lips, and lowered
her body against Buffy's.

Buffy grabbed the sides of Faith's descending face and flipped the dark
Slayer over, her body now covering Faith's.

"Ooh, B, I always knew you wanted to be on top. All you had to do was ask,"
Faith purred, with Buffy's hands still holding the sides of Faith's face,
their lips only inches apart.

The blonde Slayer immediately let go and bounced into the wall in an attempt
to escape, hitting her head, but remained sitting on the bed.

"Oww," Buffy painfully touched the soon-to-be lump on her head.

"I knew I was good B, but damn, you made me look great," Faith smiled,
placing her hands behind her head as she stretched out on the bed.

"I'll pretend to ignore that."

"So now we're in denial, are we?"

"No one's in denial, cuz there's nothing to deny."

"I think we're in denial."

"Even if I was in denial, which I'm not, how does that constitute a 'we'?"

"Cuz, we're the Chosen Two, remember?"

"So?"

"Soooo, it's like we're one, B, you and me."

"No we're not, we're the Chosen Two, as in two different people, not
connected in any way, except for the fact that we both happen to be
extremely strong for our age, or gender, or species."

"Whatever you say B," Faith yawned, bouncing up into a sitting position,
reaching a hand out to check on B's bump, but her hand was swatted away.
"Easy, Tiger, I was checking to see if we needed a bandage," Faith soothed,
reaching out her hand again, this time not having it swatted away.

"Again with the 'we' talk," Buffy pouted.

The blonde Slayer, however reluctant, let Faith brush aside her hair.

Faith took her time, reveling in the softness of Buffy's hair as she brushed
it aside, her fingers gently running through it as she combed behind Buffy's
head, revealing the petite blonde's sensuous neck.

Faith's eyes drank in Buffy's soft skin, the strap of Buffy's bra was no
longer underneath the strap of Buffy's top, which almost made Faith lose it
right there. Faith imagined sliding her fingers underneath the strap of the
shirt first, slipping it off of her Princess' silken shoulder, then doing
the same to the other side before she slipped her fingers underneath the bra
strap to reveal all of Buffy's beautiful neck.

"Um, Faith?"

Faith shook her head, remembering what she was supposed to be doing. "Sorry
B, got lost in 'our' golden locks."

"Funny, but I thought you said you were gonna check my head?"

"I am, just takin' it slow."

Faith felt around Buffy's head for the tell-tale sign of a bump. Although
Slayer's healed quickly, often there would be small bumps after an easy
battle, only noticeable to the sensitive touch of someone's fingertips.

"Here it is." Faith found the bump at the back of Buffy's head.

"So what do you think?"

"I think we need a bandage," Faith smiled.

"On my hair?"

"Yup, or we could massage it and give it a kiss?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"No B, I'd love it."

Buffy rolled her eyes, "M'okay, just don't get out of hand."

"I promise," Faith winked. "Now lie down on the bed."

"What?"

"You said you wanted a massage, right?"

"The bump, not my body."

"Come on B, you're so tense, don't you need a good rub?"

"I'm not hearing this." Buffy covered her ears with her hands.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Then lie down on the bed."

Buffy thought a moment.

"M'okay," Buffy eyed Faith suspiciously, before slowly lying down on her
stomach, "but I'm outta here the second you try something funny."

"Promise," Faith winked.

******

"Dawn?" Willow asked softly, her hand reaching out to cup the brunette's
shoulder.

Dawn pulled away from the touch, sniffling silently.

Willow pulled her hand back, "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to get all snappy
before. It's just Faith tends to get me snappier than usual."

"Why?" Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

"I dunno, it's just, she can be soooo…" Willow stopped, realizing she was
about to bad mouth Faith again. "You know what? Maybe it's me."

"But why? Why don't you like her?" Dawn turned, challenging the redhead.

"I really don't know," Willow answered softly. "Maybe we're just too
opposite."

"I just wish…" Dawn sniffled, "that people could see the real Faith."

"The 'real' Faith?"

"Yeah, like the one I know."

"How is the real Faith different from the one I know?" Willow asked
sincerely.

Dawn thought a moment, "The real Faith once saved a squirrel from getting
run over by a car by jumping into the middle of the street."

"She let the car hit her?"

"No, she stopped the car in it's tracks and picked the frightened squirrel
up to hand it over to me."

"Wow."

"I know. Even though she made me promise not to tell, I just thought…"
Dawn trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's okay, Dawny," Willow soothed, pulling the younger girl into a hug.
"I'm glad you told me. I just never thought of Faith as the compassionate
kind."

"She said that too. She said that if anyone knew she was soft, it would
make her look weak, so she made me promise not to tell."

Willow kissed the top of Dawn's head, pulling the crying girl into a soft
embrace.

******

"God I wish I had a bottle of baby oil right now," Faith purred. "It'd look
amazing on your shoulders. I'd rub it all over…"

"Um, Faith."

"What?"

"Really not enjoying the commentary."

"Oh, sorry," Faith lied, kneading her hands against Buffy's tense
shoulders, while sitting in a mounting position.

Faith methodically rubbed the silken shoulders below her, sensuously sliding
her fingers underneath Buffy's shirt straps and bra straps to create even
more contact.

Buffy tensed as Faith's hands slid intimately beneath her straps, but the
blonde closed her eyes, hesitantly enjoying the back and shoulder massage.

Faith's hands eased Buffy's tense shoulder muscles, releasing weeks of built
up stiffness.

Faith took this moment to gently slide one of Buffy's shirt straps down the
length of the Slayer's shoulder, but Buffy opened her eyes and protested,
"What are you doing?"

"Tryin' to give you a decent massage."

Buffy struggled beneath Faith, turning onto her back and pushed the dark
Slayer off.

"What's a matter, B?"

Buffy placed her arms in front of her body, suddenly feeling completely
naked. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Do what? Get a massage?"

"I just don't feel comfortable."

"Your call, Princess," Faith frowned, her eyes drinking in the strap that
hung against the length of Buffy's bare shoulder.

As if on cue, Buffy pulled the strap up.

"I think we should go back to the motel. Willow and Dawny must be worried."

Buffy got off the bed quickly and went to pick up her coat.

"Whatever…" Faith sighed, before dropping her head.

To be continued.