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body was driving her crazy. The Boston woman's hands went to Buffy's leather belt and she pulled up on it, making the jean denim rub deliciously against the Californian's rapidly overheating sex.
    “Too many clothes,” the brunette mumbled against the smaller slayer's open, wanting mouth.
    Faith, dressed only in her short cotton boxers, reached for the bottom hem of Buffy's v-neck t-shirt. She sucked in a deep breath as she removed it from the blonde's torso, afraid that this would be the moment that the Californian rejected her. But instead, Buffy arched her back slightly off the bed, helping Faith strip her from the waist up.
    “Damn, girlfriend,” Faith breathed, unabashedly staring at the svelte slayer's small, but proportionate breasts. In her rush to change from pajamas to semi-suitable clothing, the blonde hadn't bothered to put her bra back on from earlier.
    The brunette felt entranced. Her hands unhesitatingly went to the smaller slayer's waist and she unfastened the top button of Buffy's jeans and pulled the front zipper down. Once again, the blonde woman aided the younger slayer in her task, lifting her hips and backside off the mattress as the Bostonian pulled her jeans down her legs and removed them entirely. Faith had only to pull down her own shorts and she and Buffy would be naked. Together.
    “Wait,” Buffy said, the first words she'd spoken since the two had kissed. Faith's hands faltered at her own waistband. Her breath caught in her throat. This was the moment, she realized, where Buffy would run away.
    The blonde sat up in bed. “C-Can I do it?” she asked in a wavering voice.
    The Boston woman stood dumbstruck for a few seconds, but then her hands fell away from her shorts, and she nodded wordlessly.
    Faith shivered when the golden-haired girl first laid her hands on her naked waistline. Buffy hooked her fingers beneath the elastic and carefully pulled the remainder of the brunette slayer's clothes off of her body.
    The Californian gave her sister-Slayer a half-smile and scooted back on the bed until her head hit the fluffy down pillows. Although she was completely naked, Buffy felt powerful. And from the look on the brunette's face, she knew Faith approved. Buffy had always been proud of her body. Slaying and training obviously kept her in top shape; partnered with a high metabolism and strict diet, she looked better than she had even in college. It wasn't vanity or pride, however - she was just a girl who felt compelled by the women on the cover of fashion magazines, just like other girls.
    Faith ran her uncalloused fingers along the Californian's lotion-smooth skin, and slowly stroked along her sister-Slayer's lithe figure. She took her time, mesmerized by the fact that this was Buffy - Buffy Summers - mewling beneath her touch. Buffy's body felt soft, yet firm, her overheating skin burning the tips of the Boston slayer's fingers.
    “Your hands,” Buffy gasped, arching into the brunette's careful touch. “God, that feels good.”
    Faith dipped her head to capture a supple breast with her mouth. The brunette took a spongy nipple between her teeth and lightly bit down, her front teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh.
    Buffy made an unrecognizable sound and her fingers tangled into Faith's chaotic hair. Faith couldn't help the growl that escaped the back of her throat when the Californian wound her digits tight in her tresses, pulling at her scalp and roots. The Bostonian released Buffy's breast and instead focused on her jutting clavicle. She licked hard along the defined collarbone and sucked the thin skin into her mouth in a way that ensured love bites.
    A thin sheen of sweat lubricated the areas where the two slayers' bodies came into contact. Faith positioned her right knee between her sister-Slayer's bronzed thighs and pressed up into her naked sex. Buffy groaned and clung to the younger woman's thinly-muscled shoulders as Faith ground into her. The Californian's moaning became