Buffy/Faith PWP
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hilsOk, here's my fic. It's totally unbeta'd and is pretty much just plain smut. You've been warned. First time I've ever written anything like this so any thoughts/comments/suggestions/feedback would be greatly appreciated
Title: Faith Healing
Author: Hils
Rating: R
Summery: Faith is sick. Buffy helps make it better. PWP
Dedication:
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Buffy knocked on the door for the third time and sighed. No answer. Seemed Faith had blown her off again. One of these days she'd learn not to be surprised, Faith always did her own thing and if she didn't feel like patrolling then she wouldn't. One of these days, Buffy decided, she'd stop coming around every night to see if Faith was home. One of these days.
She tried the door, more out of instinct than anything, and she stared in surprise as it swung open easily. Faither never went out without locking the door, if she did she'd come back to an empty room. Her motel didn't exactly hold the most high class clientel.
Buffy peered around the door, the tv was playing softly and the lights were on.
"Faith?"
No answer.
She walked in and checked the bathroom. Empty.
"Faith?"
She headed back into the bedroom and that was when she heard it. A soft moan coming from the floor on the other side of the bed. Buffy moved over and gasped as she found Faith lying face down in a heap on the floor.
"Faith! Are you ok?" She knelt down beside her fellow Slayer and carefully rolled her onto her back. She gasped again as she took in Faith's features. She was pale, her face soaked with sweat and her hair sticking to her cheeks, forehead and neck.
"Faith, you're sick!"
"B?" Faith asked, her eyes opening blearily to look up at Buffy. "We ready to patrol?"
Buffy gave her a small smile and shook her head. "Not tonight, Faith. The vamps can wait a day to be staked. We need to get you into bed."
Using all her strength Buffy lifted Faith and carefully placed her on the bed before moving into the kitchen area. She returned a few moments later with a glass of water and sat down on the bed.
"Here, you need to drink this." She lifted Faith's head and held the glass to her lips. Faith managed about half of the glass before she coughed and sent water running down her chin onto her shirt.
"Shit." Faith cursed softly as the coughing subsided.
"It's ok." Buffy said, wiping her face and throat with a washcloth. "I got it."
As Buffy lowered Faith's head back onto the pillow, the sick Slayer began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt.
"Damn, B, I'm so hot. I'm burning."
Buffy watched Faith struggle with the buttons for a moment before gently batting her hands to one side and undoing the shirt herself. She swallowed hard as Faith's black satin bra was revealed.
"That better?" She croaked, wishing she'd brought a glass of water for herself too.
Faith wasn't happy though and was now trying to remove the shirt fully whilst still laying down. This was killing Buffy but she knew she had to make Faith comfortable. She lifted Faith into a sitting position and removed the shirt, tossing it into a corner of the room before laying Faith back down.
Faith's wanding hands now moved to her jeans and Buffy could only stare as Faith managed to remove her belt and undo the buttons. As Faith bucked her hips and attempted to tug her jeans off Buffy was forced to go into the kitchen, seeing Faith in her underwear was just too much. Buffy had lusted after Faith for a while now but had sworn never to act on it. Now here Faith was practically naked and Buffy couldn't leave her.
Faith coughed some more and Buffy knew she had to go back in there. The Slayer was too sick to be left alone.
"B?" Faith rasped weakly. "You still here?"
Buffy swallowed again, had a glass of water and filled a small bowl with cool water.
"I'm here." She said softly as she walked back into the bedroom. "I'm going to help you-"
She stopped and nearly dropped the bowl as she caught sight of Faith. Not only had she managed to removed her jeans but the underwear had gone too. She was now lying on the bed completely naked.
"I'm still so hot." Faith whimpered, running her hand over her body to wipe away the sweat.
Buffy was now caught between running and staying.
"Help me." Faith whispered, and that was all Buffy needed. She sat on the edge of the bed and dipped the washcloth in the cool water.
"This should help." She said gently as she carefully swiped the cloth over Faith's burning foreheard. Faith let out a small sigh and smiled.
"That feel good....do the rest of me."
Buffy closed her eyes for a moment, prayed for control and then moved the cloth down onto Faith's throat and neck. She lingered there for a moment and moved down onto her breasts. Faith drew in a sharp breath as the cloth drifter over her nipples, causing them to harden.
"Oh god, that feels good." She moaned.
"Yeah, it does." Buffy whispered so softly that Faith couldn't hear.
She continued her ministrations for a few more minutes before moving down to wipe the cloth over Faith's stomach.
"Lower," Faith gasped as Buffy moved further and further down.
"How low?" Buffy purred and Faith opened her legs in invitation. Buffy moved the cloth down to warm wetness that was a mixture of sweat and something else. She swiped gently at first, then a little harder.
"God, yes!" Faith whispered, bucking her hips up into Buffy's hand. Buffy put the cloth to one side and used her fingers instead, teasing Faith for a while before slipping them inside her. Faith threw her head back as Buffy moved her fingers in and out of her, while her other hand massaged Faith's clit.
"Harder!" Faith gasped.
Obeying her instructions, she massaged harder, feeling Faith's body tense as she did so. She felt Faith's inner muscles tighten around her fingers and finally Faith screamed as she reached her orgasm before falling limp beneath her. Buffy carefully withdrew her fingers and only then realised she was soaked with sweat herself and trembling. She headed into the bathroom to clean up.
When she returned she found Faith asleep, a smile on her face and colour in her cheeks. Buffy laid a hand on the sleeping girls forehead and noticed with surprise that her fever seemed to be going down. With a smile of her own she draped a blanket over Faith and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Tomorrow she had a feeling they were going to have a long talk
The End
Title: Faith Healing
Author: Hils
Rating: R
Summery: Faith is sick. Buffy helps make it better. PWP
Dedication:
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Buffy knocked on the door for the third time and sighed. No answer. Seemed Faith had blown her off again. One of these days she'd learn not to be surprised, Faith always did her own thing and if she didn't feel like patrolling then she wouldn't. One of these days, Buffy decided, she'd stop coming around every night to see if Faith was home. One of these days.
She tried the door, more out of instinct than anything, and she stared in surprise as it swung open easily. Faither never went out without locking the door, if she did she'd come back to an empty room. Her motel didn't exactly hold the most high class clientel.
Buffy peered around the door, the tv was playing softly and the lights were on.
"Faith?"
No answer.
She walked in and checked the bathroom. Empty.
"Faith?"
She headed back into the bedroom and that was when she heard it. A soft moan coming from the floor on the other side of the bed. Buffy moved over and gasped as she found Faith lying face down in a heap on the floor.
"Faith! Are you ok?" She knelt down beside her fellow Slayer and carefully rolled her onto her back. She gasped again as she took in Faith's features. She was pale, her face soaked with sweat and her hair sticking to her cheeks, forehead and neck.
"Faith, you're sick!"
"B?" Faith asked, her eyes opening blearily to look up at Buffy. "We ready to patrol?"
Buffy gave her a small smile and shook her head. "Not tonight, Faith. The vamps can wait a day to be staked. We need to get you into bed."
Using all her strength Buffy lifted Faith and carefully placed her on the bed before moving into the kitchen area. She returned a few moments later with a glass of water and sat down on the bed.
"Here, you need to drink this." She lifted Faith's head and held the glass to her lips. Faith managed about half of the glass before she coughed and sent water running down her chin onto her shirt.
"Shit." Faith cursed softly as the coughing subsided.
"It's ok." Buffy said, wiping her face and throat with a washcloth. "I got it."
As Buffy lowered Faith's head back onto the pillow, the sick Slayer began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt.
"Damn, B, I'm so hot. I'm burning."
Buffy watched Faith struggle with the buttons for a moment before gently batting her hands to one side and undoing the shirt herself. She swallowed hard as Faith's black satin bra was revealed.
"That better?" She croaked, wishing she'd brought a glass of water for herself too.
Faith wasn't happy though and was now trying to remove the shirt fully whilst still laying down. This was killing Buffy but she knew she had to make Faith comfortable. She lifted Faith into a sitting position and removed the shirt, tossing it into a corner of the room before laying Faith back down.
Faith's wanding hands now moved to her jeans and Buffy could only stare as Faith managed to remove her belt and undo the buttons. As Faith bucked her hips and attempted to tug her jeans off Buffy was forced to go into the kitchen, seeing Faith in her underwear was just too much. Buffy had lusted after Faith for a while now but had sworn never to act on it. Now here Faith was practically naked and Buffy couldn't leave her.
Faith coughed some more and Buffy knew she had to go back in there. The Slayer was too sick to be left alone.
"B?" Faith rasped weakly. "You still here?"
Buffy swallowed again, had a glass of water and filled a small bowl with cool water.
"I'm here." She said softly as she walked back into the bedroom. "I'm going to help you-"
She stopped and nearly dropped the bowl as she caught sight of Faith. Not only had she managed to removed her jeans but the underwear had gone too. She was now lying on the bed completely naked.
"I'm still so hot." Faith whimpered, running her hand over her body to wipe away the sweat.
Buffy was now caught between running and staying.
"Help me." Faith whispered, and that was all Buffy needed. She sat on the edge of the bed and dipped the washcloth in the cool water.
"This should help." She said gently as she carefully swiped the cloth over Faith's burning foreheard. Faith let out a small sigh and smiled.
"That feel good....do the rest of me."
Buffy closed her eyes for a moment, prayed for control and then moved the cloth down onto Faith's throat and neck. She lingered there for a moment and moved down onto her breasts. Faith drew in a sharp breath as the cloth drifter over her nipples, causing them to harden.
"Oh god, that feels good." She moaned.
"Yeah, it does." Buffy whispered so softly that Faith couldn't hear.
She continued her ministrations for a few more minutes before moving down to wipe the cloth over Faith's stomach.
"Lower," Faith gasped as Buffy moved further and further down.
"How low?" Buffy purred and Faith opened her legs in invitation. Buffy moved the cloth down to warm wetness that was a mixture of sweat and something else. She swiped gently at first, then a little harder.
"God, yes!" Faith whispered, bucking her hips up into Buffy's hand. Buffy put the cloth to one side and used her fingers instead, teasing Faith for a while before slipping them inside her. Faith threw her head back as Buffy moved her fingers in and out of her, while her other hand massaged Faith's clit.
"Harder!" Faith gasped.
Obeying her instructions, she massaged harder, feeling Faith's body tense as she did so. She felt Faith's inner muscles tighten around her fingers and finally Faith screamed as she reached her orgasm before falling limp beneath her. Buffy carefully withdrew her fingers and only then realised she was soaked with sweat herself and trembling. She headed into the bathroom to clean up.
When she returned she found Faith asleep, a smile on her face and colour in her cheeks. Buffy laid a hand on the sleeping girls forehead and noticed with surprise that her fever seemed to be going down. With a smile of her own she draped a blanket over Faith and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Tomorrow she had a feeling they were going to have a long talk
The End