Free Date Night by Eliza Lentzski Page B

her sister-Slayer was thinking.
    Buffy nodded, still looking at the closed door. “Uh-huh,” she stated.
    “Then what are you waitin' for, cutie?” the dangerous brunette purred.
    The Chosen One took a deep breath, summoning her courage. It was just a top, she reasoned. Other women had seen her in far less - bathing suits, hanging clothes for gym class. And Faith had certainly seen her in much, much less. She grabbed the bottom hem of her sleeveless top and pulled it up her torso and off over her head.
    “Lookin' good, Sunshine,” the Boston woman approved, her eyes roaming to appreciate the elder slayer's defined collarbone, perky bra-encased breasts, and taut abdomen. Seeing certainly wasn't as good as actually being there to kiss and lick and bite along all that exposed flesh, but the dark-haired slayer wasn't about to complain about the current view.
    Sitting in just a skirt, underwear and bra, Buffy suddenly became nervous. Just how far was she going to let Faith take this? How far did she want to take this? The unstated answer frightened her sensibilities.
    Faith's pouty lips pursed together. “You sure you're ready for this?” she asked.
    “I'm not exactly sure what it is we're doing,” the California slayer stated.
    “We're just having fun together,” Faith said with a sly wink. “Let me know if it gets to be too much for you, okay?”
    Buffy didn't think the Boston girl was taunting her about her inexperience, so she didn't let herself be offended by the comment. It's not like she imagined that the younger slayer was more experienced at…at whatever they were about to do, either.
    Buffy watched as Faith moved around slightly, her body becoming blurred and pixilated as the webcam tried to keep up with the motion of her body.
    “Wh-what are you doing?” Buffy asked.
    The picture of Faith's body came into focus again with no visible changes from before. It still appeared as though she sat with her bra and other clothes on. A wide grin broke out on the Boston slayer's face. “Had to take off my pants,” she announced. “Don't want my leathers gettin' ruined.”
    “Ruined?” the blonde squeaked. “H-how would that happen?”
    The brunette smirked into the camera. “You're so cute when you're trying to play innocent.”
    “I am innocent!” the Californian insisted.
    “Says the girl who boinks the undead in her spare time,” the formerly rogue slayer quipped, not unkindly.
    “Hey,” Buffy protested. “Those were productive relationships for me. Well,” she countered, “at least Angel was.”
    “No offense, cutie,” the brunette interjected, “but talkin' about your exes isn't how I imagined this goin' down.”
    “Then what did you imagine?” Buffy replied, afraid of the response. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
    “Oh, my mind is a cavern full of all kindsa naughty thoughts with you playing the Lead Role,” the brunette practically growled.
    “What happened to you being good for Christmas?” the blonde pointed out. Buffy fanned at her face. How had it gotten so cursedly warm in the guest bedroom?
    The Boston slayer smirked. “It ain't Christmas anymore, is it?” she retorted. “Plus, I figure the benefits of being naughty with you are far better than anything Santa could get me.”
    “You certainly have a way with words,” Buffy quipped.
    Faith bit her bottom lip. “Fuck,” she grunted. “That feels good.”
    “And even more words,” came Buffy's strangled reply. “Do I even want to ask?” She clutched at the bottom of her desk chair.
    The Boston girl's heavy breathing rattled the laptop speakers. “It's been a while for me,” she revealed, “so this shouldn't take very long.”
    “Oh, God…” Buffy murmured aloud, mesmerized by the subtle movements of the Boston woman's upper torso. Anyone else would just believe that the Boston girl sat innocently at her desk, but Buffy was fully aware of what was going on beyond the camera's view. “I can only imagine how