FIC: Battle for Buffy Ch. 1 (Sequel to Back in Boston) B/F, B/W, D/F [NC-17]

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• Title: Battle for Buffy
• Author: Callisto's Dark Side
• Email: callistosdarkside@xxxxxxxxxx
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• Distribution: Can be found at
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• Spoilers: Sequel to Back in Boston. AU(Alternate Universe).
• Rating: PG-13 to NC-17.
• Pairings: Buffy/Faith, Buffy/Willow, and Dawn/Faith.
• Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are copyright
Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox.
• Summary: The battle for Buffy's love has just begun. Faith desperately
fights to keep the only girl she's ever truly cared for, while Willow adopts
the adage 'All's fair in love and war.'


Chapter 1 - Chocolate, Candy, and Coffee

NC-17 for sexuality


"Thanks Joyce," Faith smiled, taking the offered homemade chocolate-chip
cookies, as she sat down at the kitchen counter.

"Nothing's too good for one of my girls," Joyce smiled back.

"When did I start becoming one of your girls?"

"Hmm, I think the minute I found out that Buffy wasn't the only Slayer,
which meant she had a powerful partner in fighting evil."

"You mean backup."

"You know that's not what I meant, sweetie."

"It's cool, I can handle being second best to B. Just don't let her know I
said that," Faith laughed, taking a bite out of a cookie.

Joyce playfully tapped Faith on the shoulder, "I don't think you're second
best to Buffy."

"Really?"

"Of course not. I think you're both great Slayers."

"Thanks Joyce. Can I have some juice, please?"

"Chocolate milk?" Joyce asked, opening up the fridge.

"Yup." Faith smiled.

"I don't know how you can call that juice. It's milk you know?" Joyce said,
grabbing the milk carton.

"Yeah, but juice sounds more healthy."

"Milk's good for you too."

"True, but people usually razz me about the chocolate."

"I thought you didn't care what other people think," Joyce replied, pouring
the milk into a clear glass.

"I don't, unless it's your daughters. They can be a real pain."

"I hear ya," Joyce agreed. "Of course, you didn't just hear me say that."

"Secret's safe with me."

"That's a pretty bracelet," Joyce mused, handing Faith the glass of
chocolate milk. "Where'd you get it?"

"Oh, B gave it to me."

"Really? Doesn't she have one just like it?"

"Yup. I gave her that one."

"Oh, like Slayer friendship bracelets?"

"Yeah, that'd be it."

"I think it's nice you two have that connection. It's nice to know Buffy's
not alone in the world. She use to go on and on about being the only Slayer
like it was a bad thing."

"Really? I would've thought she'd like being unique."

"Nope. She hated being unique. She kept complaining how she wanted to be a
normal girl, and have normal problems like everyone else."

"That's B for ya."

"I'm glad we can talk like this, Faith."

"Me too. I think it's cuz I call ya Joyce rather than Ms. Summers. Do you
mind?"

"Now you ask me?"

"Sorry."

"It's alright, Faith. I don't have a need to be addressed as an adult all
the time, regardless of what my girls might say."

"Yeah, they make you sound like the grumpy old disciplinarian."

"Very funny."

"It's true. They say you never let them do anything."

"Sometimes a mother has to draw the line."

"Yup, and sometimes they make me help them cross it. It's not like I want
to, they make me," Faith held up her hands in mock defense.

"I'm sure they do." Joyce grinned.

******

Faith headed towards Buffy's room, but was intercepted in the upstairs
hallway by Dawn.

"Faith," Dawn cried excitedly, running to throw her arms around the
dark-haired Slayer.

"What's up Sunny D?" Faith gently rubbed the girl's back.

"I just missed you," Dawn sighed, snuggling into Faith's body.

"I was in the kitchen. Didn't know there was much of me to miss."

"Still." Dawn looked up to smile at the Slayer. "I missed you."

"Wow, like to see how you are when you're at school, and I'm here at home."

"It's not fair," Dawn pouted.

"What's not fair?"

"That you can't come to school with me."

"I'm not a show-and-tell thing, you know?"

"Yes you are. I want to show and tell you to everyone."

"That'd be great, if we weren't keeping it under wraps for now."

"I know, and that's not fair."

"It's alright, Sunshine," Faith smiled, suddenly scooping Dawn up in her
arms, and heading towards Dawn's room.

"Faith…"

"It's off to bed you go, missy."

"Will you tuck me in?"

"You know I can't do that, D."

"A kiss good night then?" Dawn asked, giving Faith her puppy dog eyes, while
puckering up.

"A kiss good night," Faith agreed, giving Dawn a quick peck on the lips
before she set her down on her bed. "Night."

"Good night, Faith." Dawn grinned, happily, as she watched the dark-haired
Slayer move out of her room.

******

<Slam>

Buffy instinctively turned around, as she heard the sound of her door being
slammed shut, only to be pounced on by Faith, knocking her down onto the
bed.

"Faith!"

"Grrr…" Faith growled, before she planted a long, wet kiss on Buffy's lips.

"Mmm…" Buffy moaned, under the wonderful onslaught.

"Yum…." Faith agreed, moving her hands to clasp Buffy's over their heads on
the bed.

"Faith…"

"B…"

"We…"

"Yes…"

"But…"

"Door… closed," Faith managed both words while kissing the blonde.

"Okay," Buffy gave in, as Faith, moved to pull the blonde's top off her
body.

Buffy let it slip easily up and over her head, before Faith tossed it
against the wall.

"But, what if…" Buffy shuddered, as Faith moved down to give Buffy's flat
stomach a long slow lick.

"Then… I… just… do… this…" Faith moved up to give Buffy a longing kiss,
before reluctantly pulling away. Faith moved quickly to grab Buffy's chair,
moved to the door, and propped it up under the doorknob at an angle.
"There," Faith looked at her security lock, satisfied that it would prevent
anyone from simply walking in.

"You think that will…" Buffy tried to ask, before she was once again pounced
on by the lusty brunette.

"You think too much, B. More interested in kissing," Faith slid her tongue
softly into Buffy's moist mouth, "feeling," Faith drew her right hand up
along Buffy's thigh, "groping," Faith brought her left hand to Buffy's
breast, "and other stuff that I can't say out loud," Faith purred.

"Oh, Faith…" Buffy breathed, as the dark-slayer's lust permeated the
blonde's.

"I know, they should've named the candy bar after me," Faith smirked.

Buffy looked at Faith oddly.

"You know, so that you could taste how good I am."

"Faith…" Buffy blushed red hot, averting her eyes.

"Damn, B. You know how that turns me on," Faith growled, as she moved to
plant wet kisses along Buffy's slender neck.

"Sorry."

"For what? Making me hot?"

"Yes."

"Then I hope you keep apologizing," Faith groaned, as she moved to slide her
leg between Buffy's.

"Clothes…" Buffy breathed.

"Sorry, just needed to touch you so badly."

"Take them off," Buffy commanded.

"Sorry," Faith apologized again.

"Now who's apologizing?"

Faith smiled, as she slipped off her top, stood up, and practically jumped
out of her tight pants, leaving herself in only her panties.

"Give me," Buffy demanded, as she saw the lacy black underwear, left on the
dark-haired Slayer's perfect body.

"You want?" Faith teased, as she gently pushed Buffy's body back down flat
onto the bed, before straddling the beautiful blonde's waist.

"I want," Buffy breathed lustily.

"Then take," Faith offered.

Buffy happily obliged, moving her hands to Faith's hips, and the sides of
the black lacy panties. Faith bent back, allowing Buffy to slip her fingers
inside the thin material, before slowly sliding them down her long legs.

Buffy slipped the panties down and off, before inhaling the scent of Slayer
lust.

"You didn't tell me you were 'ready' all day?" Buffy quipped, as she held
the panties.

"You can tell?"

"I'm a Slayer. I can tell," Buffy purred, pulling Faith's legs up, so that
Faith's delicate folds were now within reach of her lips.

"What are you waiting for?" Faith teased, before she gasped in excitement,
as Buffy dove in, dragging her tongue up along Faith's wet slit. "Oh,
Buffy."

"They should've named the candy bar after me," Buffy smirked.

"Quiet you, keep tasting," Faith pleaded.

Buffy happily fulfilled Faith's request, tasting the sweet nectar of Faith's
tender folds. The blonde licked her tongue up and down the honey-coated
nether lips, always lingering on Faith's tiny bundle of nerves, knowing how
much pleasure it would give the dark-haired Slayer.

Faith shuddered each and every time, Buffy's tongue licked her sensitive
clit, moaning and panting, while fighting to keep herself as quiet as
possible, as Buffy worked her magic.

"Oh, God, B…"

"Am I taking you to heaven?"

"I don’t think that's where we're suppose to go, doing this, but don't
stop," Faith groaned, reaching down and running her hand through Buffy's
hair.

"Didn't plan on it." Buffy smiled, before teasing Faith's silky smooth flesh
once again.

Buffy kissed, licked, and gently sucked the folds into her mouth, enjoying
the feeling she was giving Faith. It amazed her how much of a turn on it
was to give Faith pleasure. The look of pure ecstasy on Faith's face was
driving Buffy wild.

The blonde listened intently to every moan, and groan that came out of
Faith's mouth, while reveling in the taste of Faith's sweet nectar.

"B… I think… I'm… going…"

"Not yet…"

"What?" Faith questioned, as she looked down to see Buffy had stopped.

"I want to touch you," Buffy grinned.

"Gee, B, what were you just doing?"

"No, I mean… really touch you."

"Oh, that." Faith's eyes lit up.

Buffy slid out from underneath Faith, as Faith was more than happy to just
lie on her back. Buffy struggled to get the rest of her clothes off, before
tossing them to the wall.

"That's better." Buffy smiled.

"I'll say," Faith grinned. "Now touch."

Buffy gently parted Faith's legs and kissed Faith's inner thighs, before
running her fingers up and down Faith's slit, eliciting a moan.

"You like?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"No, but it's nice to hear you say it."

"I love it, B. Please," Faith pleaded.

"Mmm," Buffy hummed, before slipping a finger inside Faith's inner sanctum.
Buffy easily entered the slick folds, as she began to press deeper into
Faith's tight channel.

"Faster, B. I'm so close."

"Easy, Faith. I want to make this last," Buffy said, pulling out of Faith
completely.

"Come on, B. Just let me come, please."

"Well, since you really want to, okay, just this once," Buffy agreed, as she
slipped inside Faith once again, this time rubbing Faith's clit with her
thumb.

Faith thrusted her hips forward, needing more contact, as Buffy brought her
mouth down on Faith's tender folds, adding another source of stimulation.

Faith went over the edge, reaching climax, as Buffy continued her rhythm
inside of Faith, while lapping up all the flowing honey that coated Faith's
sweet folds.

Faith held onto the back of Buffy's head, as she shuddered from the intense
orgasm, needing to steady herself.

Buffy gave Faith's nether lips one final kiss, as she looked up to see a
satisfied Slayer.

"Happy?" Buffy asked, as she moved up Faith's body, kissing her warm flesh
along the way.

"More than." Faith smiled.

"Good." Buffy smiled back, before placing a soft kiss on Faith's lips.

"I so love you, B."

"I so love you too, F," Buffy smirked.

Faith put her hands on the sides of Buffy's face, as they shared another
long passionate kiss.

******

"That must be some sitcom," A female voice commented, breaking Willow out of
her coffee staring trance.

"What?" Willow looked up from her coffee mug in the coffee shop.

"The coffee." The blonde pointed. "You were staring at it like you were
watching a television show."

"Oh, sorry," Willow apologized.

"Do you always apologize for not doing anything wrong?"

"Kinda."

"You must be wondering who I am, and why I'm intruding on your personal
space. I'm Tara," The blonde said, offering her hand to the redhead.

"Willow," The hacker replied, shaking the offered hand. "Do I know you?"

"I don't know. Do you take Professor Walsh's Psyche class by any chance?"

"How'd you know?"

"You looked familiar. Of course, a lot of people look familiar, considering
it's a pretty big class, but you usually sit a row or two in front of me,
and you and your friend are pretty chatty."

"Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes we get talking, and well, we can't stop."

"It's okay, although, I think the other students might be more annoyed about
it than I am."

"So what brings you here at this late hour?" Willow inquired.

"I was about to ask you that."

"Oh, me? I was just moping, and hoping a coffee might de-mope me."

"Is that a word?"

"What, moping?"

"No, de-mope?"

"Probably not, but the English language is always open for new additions."
Willow smiled.

"You should do that more often."

"Do what?"

"Smile. It suits you. At least more than a frown."

"Thanks, but I haven't had much to smile about, lately."

"Why not?" Tara asked.

Willow looked down dejectedly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be nosy, or anything."

"It's alright," Willow breathed, before taking a sip of her coffee. "Have
you ever had a crush?" The hacker asked suddenly.

"A crush?"

"Yeah, you know, when you think you're in love, but later it turns out
you're not?"

"More than once. Is that your problem?"

"Well, I really like this person, and it was kinda sudden that I started
liking them like this, and I can't tell them, and I'm afraid that if I tell
this person, then they'll never want to speak to me again, and I try to tell
myself it's just a crush, but every time I'm around them, I feel it's more
than that," Willow explained, breathlessly.

"Was that one sentence?"

"Probably not," Willow laughed lightly.

"It sounds like you're in love with your best friend."

"What?" Willow asked, alarmed. "How did you…"

"Know?" Tara finished. "Well, let's just say I've been in the same
situation, and it wasn't pretty."

"You mean you told the person?"

"Uh huh." Tara nodded.

"What happened?"

"They never talked to me again."

"How awful. Why would he do such a thing? I mean, the least he could have
done was let you down easy. Some best friend," Willow huffed.

"Actually, 'she,'" Tara emphasized, "was freaked about the whole girl
thing."

"Oh," Willow replied, surprised at the revelation. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You weren't the one that broke my heart."

"Still, I like apologizing for things I'm not responsible for, remember?"

"I do. Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm still in mope mode, but otherwise, good."

"I mean, about the me, and girls, thing?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Totally okay."

"Good. Usually, people either freak out and walk away, or pretend they're
okay with it, then avoid me at all costs whenever they see me walking down
the hall."

"I'm not a usual people."

"I can see," Tara grinned.

"Do people usually freak out, when you tell them, that you know, you're?"

"A lesbian?"

"Yeah," Willow blushed.

"Well, I'd say it's half-and-half, but I can never really be sure until I
spot them running for it the next day when they see me," Tara laughed.

"You say that like it's funny."

"It is, kinda. It also hurts, but I try not to let it show."

"It must be hard."

"Being a lesbian?"

"Would I be a bad person, if I said yes?"

"No, but it's actually kinda easy. I mean, I see hot girl, I like. It's
the dealing with the bozos that's hard."

"You deal with clowns?"

"No, clowns are supposed to make you feel happy."

"True, but they can be scary too."

"You mean, Stephen King scary."

"Yup, that kinda scary," Willow grinned. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you want a
coffee?"

"At this late hour?"

"You say that like it's crazy."

"It is if you intend to go to sleep."

"Then why'd you walk into the coffee shop?"

"It was cold outside, and I thought I'd come in for the free heating."

"Ah, yeah, it is kinda cold. At least it's not like Boston, all snowy."

"You were in Boston?"

"Yup, just got back."

"Why aren't you home? Oh, stupid me, you probably live in a dorm, in which
case, I should be asking, why aren't you there?"

"I wanted to lose myself in the crowd."

"You mean, the crowd of you and me here in the coffee shop?"

"Yeah." Willow grinned.

"That's cool, moping doesn't require logic, just moping."

"Glad you understand. It's nice to talk to someone, to take my mind off of
my moping."

"No problem. If you want to talk about what's causing the moping, I can
help there too. Experience, remember?"

"Thanks." Willow smiled. "Do you want the details, or the vague
references?"

"Details are nice, but vague references are good too. They keep you
guessing."

"I'll try to be vaguely detailed then."

"An oxymoron, good start."

"I think they call it that cuz only morons could say stuff like that,"
Willow laughed.

"Possibly." Tara grinned. "So who's this special someone that's got you in
mope mode?"

Willow paused for a moment before answering.

"You're right about the special. They really are. More than I can say…"


To be continued.