Do You?
by Amanda
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: The characters of BtVS are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the UPN Television Network. This is fan fiction, and is only for fun.
Date: 080902
Spoilers: NADA.
Note: Buffy is talking to Faith.

Do you even know how that makes me feel? How you make me feel?

What it is like to be laying here with your fingers moving over my flesh, feeling your breath dancing over my lips? Do you even for one second think about how it sends the whole of my senses spiraling when your tongue slides along the shell of my ear and in the low growl you say my name? When the words slip out of your mouth, moving around your tongue and lips, before they reach me, saying softly,

“Whatever your heart desires, B.”

All that my heart wants is you. To know you, to love you, to feel you, to taste you.

Feeling my back arch beneath you, my chest straining up to feel your nipples searing against my skin, to feel the strength in your thigh as it moves between mine. All of this is what I want. All I ever wanted.

The sweat and the heat and the moans that fill the room, are better than I ever dreamed, better than I ever imagined. Because this is real. When I drag my tongue flat against your shoulder and taste the salt there, when I pucker my lips as I suck at your throat and feel your flesh between my teeth, filling my mouth, this is real. You are finally here with me, this is finally happening.

When your fingers dig into my scalp, pulling at my hair, wrenching my mouth back to yours. Can you feel it? Can you? How you make me feel that kiss through my entire body? Twirling your tongue around mine, in that forceful conquering dance, do you feel my hips thrusting in time against you? Do you know that you make me forget ever thing else in the world? That I cannot think or see or be beyond our two bodies, here, now?

Your fingers and palm open against my hip, just resting there, taking ownership of my flesh; and that is so fucking erotic in and of it self. To know that you are touching me, feeling the heat coming off of those four fingers, and the thumb that is hooked over my hipbone. God, just imagining those fingers inside of me, makes me have to pull my lips away from yours, moaning so deeply, that you laugh. It is soft and forgiving that laugh, and then your voice deepens.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” you say and I melt away beneath your gaze.

Dipping your head down you move your teeth, lips, and tongue, victoriously over my breasts. You are groaning deep in the back of your throat as you suck my right nipple between your lips, and I can feel it in the depths of my soul. Do you even know you are doing it, making these sounds, or are you as lost as I am?

Do you know how it makes my skin twitch as you run the tip of your tongue down the side of my stomach? When I feel the tickling of your hair moving over the inside of my thigh? When that eager tongue runs through the length of my core, and twirls itself around my clit, making me shudder? Do you even know how miraculous you can make me feel? How alive?

So do you, Faith? Do you know what you do to me?

Do I do that to you?

The End