Author: Katie Vieceli
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they are Fox's and the WB's.
Summary: The sequel to "Strong Enough For A Man" which can be found at
http://spacetart.tripod.com/sapphicslayer/strong.html
What happens after the girls leave the Bronze.
Note: Don't do this yourselves, kiddies! It leads to bad things like JAIL!


Buffy hadn't stopped touching Faith since they had left the Bronze and
hailed a taxi. Faith wondered, not for the first time, if the other Slayer
was drunk.

"Are you drunk?" Might as well get to the point.

"Mmmm...tipsy maybe. Xander had some of his dad's vodka..." she trailed off
and swung a leg over Faith's lap, straddling her.

Faith hesitated, but then she wasn't the one who was going to wake up with a
hang-over and a case of shouldn't haves. And when Buffy leaned over and
slipped her cotton candy sweet tongue into Faith's mouth, well there was no
room for hesitation, only room for reciprocation. Faith slid her hands up
the back of Buffy's halter top, tracing the intricate play of muscles and
skin, scattering around to cup Buffy's breasts through her lacy black bra.

The cab driver harrumphed and Faith glared at him over Buffy's shoulders, a
glare that communicated just how fucking much she wanted this, and
maybe...maybe he'd never seen that much lust in a girl's eyes before, or
maybe he wanted to watch, but he just kept driving. Faith liked her shitty
motel room for the first time ever, because it was so far away from the
Bronze, it took so long to get there and there was so much time to do those
wicked little things she loved so well...

Buffy moaned and Faith immediately refocused on the blonde, rubbing her
callused thumb over one of Buffy's nipples as she leaned up to kiss her
again. The two Slayers kissed for a long time, wet, sloppy kisses that
seemed to sizzle on Faith's lips. Then Buffy broke the kiss and tossed her
head back, letting the blonde hair swish down her back.

"Fuck me," she whispered, letting it hang in the space between them like a
glaring neon sign.

"B..." Faith began, but she was already sliding her fingers up Buffy's
skirt, only to come in contact with soft, wet warmth. She arched her
eyebrows.

"Willow dared me," Buffy offered in explanation, shutting her eyes as she
moved against Faith's hand. Fingertips and knuckles slithered against hot
flesh and Buffy stopped breathing, poised motionless on Faith's lap as the
brunette girl touched her.

Her hands shaking with need, Buffy reached down to Faith's zipper, fumbling
to get it undone. She groaned in frustration when she couldn't get it down,
and then Faith's hands joined hers and they managed to get it down together.
Buffy snaked a hand inside and pulled out the cock, running her sweaty hands
up and down it almost reverently.

Faith cursed softly as Buffy pulled on the fake cock, feeling it jar
reciprocally within her. "Don't fucking...move," she panted, brushing
Buffy's hands away and grabbing the other girl's waist. The other woman knew
exactly what she was trying to do and rose up slightly, letting Faith
position the cock at her entrance, thrusting down firmly on it. She moaned
and Faith moaned and then she began to ride it in earnest, up, down, slip,
slide.

Thud, thud, thud against Faith's lap, and the only sounds were the tick of
the meter, the squeak of leather, and Buffy's moaning. The two girls were
rocking together as they neared orgasm, Faith's hand on Buffy's clit,
Buffy's hair brushing Faith's shoulders as the two kissed.

Buffy moaned into Faith's mouth as she came, and Faith looked out the window
for a few seconds, her mind idly caught between 'oh look at the people
staring at us fucking in the back of a taxi' and 'I'm going to have to
replace these leather pants' and "oh, fuck, I'm coming.' The orgasm won out
and she arched up off the seat, head lolling on the headrest as she gasped
her way back down.

As if on cue, the taxi came to a stop, the driver coughed and asked for
12.75, and hell, that wasn't too much to pay for the ride, was it?