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Faith’s body is warm underneath Buffy’s, her mouth soft and wet and open. Their bare legs are tangled together under the sheets. Faith’s skin is smooth and just generally nice to touch, her hair thick and dark, spilling over the pillows in their moonlit bedroom, and Buffy clutches at Faith’s bare hip, runs her hand up Faith’s ribcage, palms one of Faith’s breasts. She bites at Faith’s lower lip and Faith hums in approval, clinging to Buffy’s back with both hands. Buffy kisses Faith’s jaw and scrapes her teeth along her neck, pressing her thigh between both of Faith’s to feel the damp heat of her. Faith sighs softly, gives a slow roll of her hips into the feeling.
“I was impressed with you today,” Buffy says against her neck.
“Yeah, well, I’m very impressive,” she replies, reaching down and grabbing Buffy’s ass. “The knife trick isn’t that hard, though. I can show you how it’s done, if you want.”
“The knife trick wasn’t what impressed me,” Buffy tells her, and nips at the hollow of her throat. “That impressed the baby slayers. What impressed me was how good you were with them. You helped Caridad with her form a lot, and Amanda looked more confident after you had that little talk with her. And Kennedy seems to actually be willing to listen to you.” She presses a kiss over the spot she just nipped at. “You know how to get through to them.”
“Oh,” Faith says, and gives a shrug. “No big. They gotta learn, right?”
“Mm-hmm. And you were a good teacher.”
There’s a pretty flush on Faith’s cheeks. “Nothing special.”
“Well, I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Faith perks up a little at that. “A reward? What kinda reward?”
Buffy moves off of Faith and sits up against the headboard, her legs sticking out in front of her. She pats her lap in invitation. Recognizing the position that Buffy wants her in, Faith crawls eagerly across Buffy’s lap, her knees sinking into the bed on one side of Buffy and her elbows on the other.
“You want it?” Buffy asks, her voice low and breathy.
“Well, I kinda earned it, didn’t I?” She shifts, tilting her hips back to present herself as best she can. “I did good.”
Buffy rubs at Faith’s ass, the friction warming Faith’s flesh. Buffy says, “Yeah. You did,” and then lands a light swat on one of Faith’s asscheeks.
Faith wiggles impatiently but doesn’t complain, even as Buffy continues the light strikes that she knows aren’t what Faith wants. She keeps it up for another minute, teasing taps that don’t even so much as pinken Faith’s skin.
“B,” Faith finally protests, voice quiet and pleading, but not demanding. “Harder than that?”
Buffy strikes her harder on the next one, a firm smack that makes Faith grunt and twitch. Buffy’s only using a fraction of her strength, but it’s a bigger fraction than she’d use if Faith wasn’t also a slayer. Faith’s ass ripples under the impact of Buffy’s hand, a rosy splotch finally blooming on her pale skin.
“You really did a good job,” Buffy says quietly, striking her again. “And I know you’re gonna do a good job with this, too. Gonna take what I give you, and then you’re gonna have my handprints all over your ass when I’m done.”
Faith squirms, pressing her thighs together and bowing her back. Buffy spanks her again, and then again, and then another time, and pink turns to red as Faith whines.
“Feels good?” Buffy asks, and Faith nods. Buffy adds, “My good girl,” and Faith’s hips jerk against her lap.
Faith buries her face in her arms folded over the bedspread, and Buffy lets her, reaching out with her free hand and grabbing a handful of her hair. She holds Faith—not down, just holds her. With her other hand, she strikes her again, and the impact of her palm against Faith’s bright-red skin makes Faith moan.
“Fuck,” she says, and ruts futilely against Buffy’s thigh, but the angle’s not good enough. “Please.”
“Whatever you want,” Buffy murmurs, and spanks her again, relishing in the sound her hand makes on Faith’s ass. “You’ve been so good. You like being good for me, hm?”
“Yes,” Faith groans faintly.
As Buffy continues the spanking, Faith’s ass gets redder and hotter, and her flinching in pain and pleasure gets more pronounced. She whimpers, she moans, and arousal leaks down her inner thighs, making her skin glisten.
“Fuck, Buffy,” she says, voice cracking. “I wanna come so badly. Please, can I?”
“Yeah,” Buffy decides. “You take it so well, Faith. Such a good girl.” She pushes three fingers into Faith’s cunt, and Faith nearly sobs.
Buffy pets Faith’s hair tenderly with one hand and fucks her with the other, loving the sensation of smooth wet heat around her fingers. Faith gets her own hand between her legs to rub her clit, squeaky little moans getting muffled in the mattress.
When she comes, her cunt clenches around Buffy’s fingers in a way that makes Buffy very aware of the fact that she’s soaking the sheets, slick beneath Faith’s body.
Buffy lets her fingers slip out of Faith, who’s rag-dolling in her lap with a lazy, sated smile on her face.
“Give me a minute,” Faith says, “and then it’ll be your turn.”
“Wouldn’t say no to getting a little, too,” Buffy agrees, and strokes Faith’s sweaty back.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” Faith mumbles. “Soon as I can feel my legs again. And my ass.”
Buffy laughs as Faith sits up.
“You really did impress me, you know,” Buffy says. “It wasn’t just an excuse to get to do that.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Sap,” Faith says, and crawls between Buffy’s legs.
Faith doesn’t have to say out loud that impressing Buffy is basically her favorite thing to do; Buffy knows.
Well, Buffy thinks as Faith lowers her mouth to Buffy’s cunt, maybe her second favorite thing.