Another day, another patrol

The vamps were out in **** tonight and Buffy had never been so thankful she lived in the literal hellmouth. Faith had found her almost immediately after she started her patrol, that infuriating smirk never leaving her features even as they were set upon by the creatures of the night. Buffy was dreading the moment when she'd have to face the less experienced slayer. On the one hand, it was pretty clear what she should do: tell Faith it was a one time thing, that she valued her relationship with Willow more than any one-night-stand activities Faith offered, and that there were no hard feelings.

On the other though...

Her jeans were painfully tight, beginning to actually hinder her fighting style, and no matter how much satisfaction she tried to milk from Willow these last few days the poor human girl didn't seem to be able to keep up with her hellion sex drive. But Faith could keep up... way too well in fact, she thought as she surveyed the empty alley.

"Whew! B, you were on fire tonight! Pretty sure we left an ash trail all the way down the middle of town!" Buffy took a steadying breath and turned back to the dark temptress who, true to form, was already eying up the no-doubt painfully obvious bulge in Buffy's pants. Buffy couldn't help but lick her lips as her own eyes dropped to Faith's just as obvious tent.

"Yeah, well... gotta... stay on top of it..." Her wit failed in her moment of need, too distracted by Faith slinking closer and fiddling with her zipper. She took a breath to tell her that's it, no more, we're done here, I love Willow and that's that.

But she held the breath, backing up as Faith's movements became increasingly predatory, "Don't worry about it B, I'll be on top tonight. Won't I?" Buffy's back was to the cold brick while her front burned with heat, Faith's arm rising to possessively press against the wall above her shoulder. Her mouth was dry, she couldn't find her words, she could feel her cock trying to go full demon as it throbbed against its containment.

Faith's lips were on hers and Buffy couldn't stop her hands from sliding around her back and pulling her close, not that she spared it any thought. Her reason went out the window as soon as Faith fixed her with those sultry dark eyes. Ho-ly shit. Willow was sweet and kind and even domineering when Buffy asked her to be but Faith... Faith was hungry. That unquenchable lust Buffy felt day in and day out was mirrored in the taller girl. Even as some part of her told her this was wrong, the bottomless power that was the slayer exulted: finally, someone who could take it.

She didn't know which of them came up for air first but her lungs were suddenly stinging with cool night air and Faith's lips were going to town on her neck, "Oh God... Oh God..." Buffy whined as she felt teeth, blunt and human, scraping over her skin and catching it to gnaw on before releasing. Faith's hands were everywhere, releasing buttons, zippers, buckles, and before she knew it Buffy found herself losing clothes.

"Faith what-we can't-" She sucked in a breath as the brunette bit down hard on her shoulder, "O-out here?"

Faith answered by taking a step back and Buffy had an instant of regret, wishing she'd kept her mouth shut and let the other slayer ravish her in the back alley, before a suddenly shirtless (and naturally bra-less) Faith was grabbing her by her hips and lifting her off the ground. She wasn't proud of the yelp that left her lips but she didn't have time to worry about it as she was slammed back against the wall, chips of brick and mortar crumbling down her back.

"Oh HELL yeah..." Buffy meant to complain but Faith was using her tongue to do something amazing to her stomach so she figured she didn't mind that her legs were still a couple feet off the ground. She wrapped them around Faith's back, filling her hands with her dark hair, and squeezed. She grinned euphorically at the snarling purr she felt against her belly, Faith suddenly stepping back again and letting Buffy slide down so they were looking face-to-face.

"Alright B who's getting it tonight because this pansy shit isn't cutting it for me right now." Her eyes were wild and her voice was more ragged than any time when Buffy had seen her fighting. It hadn't quite hit her like Faith but she knew what the newbie slayer was getting at: she was loving this foreplay but she was so fucking turned on right now that she could physically feel her jeans on the verge of tearing. She bit her lip and dragged her nails over Faith's back, deciding quickly as she coaxed another snarl from the impatient girl.