Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, much as I wish I
did. I'm just borrowing them for a bit of romp and play, and
am gaining nothing for this story but my own enjoyment.

Summary: Buffy's birthday gift to Faith.

Rating: R

Spoilers: none

Pairing: F/B

Archive: Piper and all the list archives. Anyone else, please
ask first, or at least give me a heads up and link back once
it's up.

Author: cheebs!

Email: chbkamen at optonline dot net

Site: http://bite.to/bloodandfire (I know people are visiting,
but no one is leaving bloodstains in the ashes. *pout*)

Feedback: what I live for, and I'm dyin'! :(

Author's Note: Home-piercing is bad unless you know what
you're doing. Don't try this at home, kids.
For Drew - how this evolved from snack cakes, I haven't the

Improv #46: mesh - molded - orange - claw


"God, B..." Faith croaked as she ran the tip of her
tongue over her suddenly parched lips. The item itself, as
much as its radioactive orange color, caused all thought to
be disrupted.

Buffy laid her chin on Faith's shoulder and wrapped
her arms around her waist, marvelling again at the firmness
beneath the olive flesh. "You like?" she inquired, her breath
warm and oh-so-near the brunette's ear. "I know you've wanted
it for a while, and I thought this would be perfect..." She
traced a well-manicured finger along the arch of Faith's
eyebrow. "Right...here." Her pointed nail dug in, leaving
a white indentation. "It glows, too...no more losing you at
The Bronze."

Faith grinned broadly, longingly running her index
fingertip along the acrylic 12 gauge curved barbell. "Still
gonna be a problem, B, 'cause I got someplace else in mind
for this baby."

"Oh? Someplace...private?"

"Uh huh." Faith cocked the brow the blonde had just
traced and smirked. Her smirk broadened as she noticed Buffy's
knees wobble. "Matter of fact, one of your favorite places."
She chuckled deep in her throat as the other woman gripped
the table's edge to steady herself.

That sensual laughter forced enough blood to Buffy's
nether region to make her lightheaded. She moaned, squeezing
the table hard enough to splinter part off. "Show me," she
rasped, her voice thick with need.

Faith turned in her chair and slid her hands up Buffy's
torso, her thumbs catching the hem of her blouse and dragging
the white mesh up, up and over her pert breasts. "Well...."
She flicked a thumb over each of the pale pink nipples which
immediately poked at their snowy satin covering. "I _could_
buy another, and get a matching set _here_...." She pinched
them sharply, eliciting a loud gasp from the blonde. "Would
you like that?" She brought her arms up quickly, pulling
Buffy's top until it tangled around her wrists. She held it
in her right hand, trapping the blonde's hands above her
head. With her left she undid the bra, then cupped Buffy's
breast, dipping her head down, suckling and nipping at the
puckered bud.

"Mmmmm," Buffy groaned loudly, biting her bottom lip.
Her hips bucked against her captor.

"Or...." Faith spoke around her mouthful, then released
it, scraping the length of her tongue slowly along the tender
nipple. She then danced the tip of her tongue in circles down
to Buffy's navel. "Could get _this_ done...." She caught the
flesh between pointed canines, causing the other woman to
yelp. She clawed down Buffy's sides, leaving red trails and
taking obvious pleasure in watching her shudder. Upon reaching
her waistband, she slid her thumbs underneath and around to
the front, popping the snaps. "But...." She slipped a hand
into the blonde's pants and cupped her mound through her damp
panties, and stroked the distended nubbin which leapt to life
at her touch. "There's other places down here."

Buffy rolled her hips, bringing her clit into full,
hard contact with the heel of Faith's palm. "Ohhhhh...." She
fell back against the table.

Faith leaned forward and kissed Buffy violently,
mashing her breasts against the smaller woman's and forcing
her onto the table. She yanked down red leather pants and
white lace panties in one clean motion, and cast them aside.
"Know what a Christina is?" she asked, kneeling between her

"Mm mmm..." Buffy whimpered in reply, her power of
speech gone for the moment. Her hips arched sharply when the
brunette's heated breath touched her.

Giving a throaty chuckle and a mischievious grin, Faith
withdrew a felt-tip pen from a tackle box beneath the table.
"That's when you put in a barbell, like this one --" she
indicated the scrap of tangerine plastic with the now-capless
pen "-- with one end here...." She marked a point on Buffy's
clean-shaven mound. "And the other here...." She made another
mark just above her clitoral hood, taking great care not to
tease and arouse the blonde further; it wouldn't do to nick
her with the needle.

Faith dug through the tackle box, taking out and
returning plastic pouches until she found the needle she
desired. She settled comfortably on her knees, then made eye
contact with the other woman, now propped on her elbows. The
trust and love which shone in those gorgeous hazel eyes
astounded her, particularly in light of their tumultuous past,
and she idly wondered if her amazement would ever cease. She
leaned forward and kissed Buffy's clit a temporary goodbye,
knowing it would be the last contact for many weeks. "Ready?"

Buffy bit down on her lip and nodded, not taking her
gaze from the kohl-lined darkness that ruled her world. A
brief downward glance was her only warning before the
familiar-yet-different bite of metal through flesh. Time
slowed to a crawl; breathing all but ceased. The room heated
up and began to spin all at once. Faith's dark pupils seemed
to dilate until they swallowed the whole room.

Faith looked up and saw how pale Buffy had become. "B?
"B?! Buffy! Breathe for me, baby...." Her own breathing was
suddenly erratic, and just as quickly returned to normal when
she gained the blonde's attention. "You okay? Need a drink,
or break?"

"Nah," Buffy answered, licking her dry lips. "Been
through worse...dying hurt less, though."

"No more pain once you're dead. Why d'ya think suicide
looks good to people?" Faith retorted with a wry grin.
"Almost done...time to put in the jewelry. It's gonna hurt
like a bitch, but it'll be wicked cool once it's in. I'll
make it fast, I promise. Take a deep breath and hold it, I'll
do it on three." She waited for the sound of Buffy's inhale,
then counted: "Three."

Before it could fully register, cool metal was replaced
with molded plastic. Buffy shrieked, the pain causing tiny
white fireworks behind her clenched eyelids. "YeOW!!! Nice
to know you still can't count."

"What can I say, math was never my strong point."
Faith screwed the ball on, then stood, gripping the table
for support. She laid her head upon Buffy's abdomen to better
admire her handiwork. "Looks good on ya, B; have a look." She
passed her a hand mirror.

Buffy took the proffered mirror and gazed at the tiny
ornament which had caused her such suffering. "Yeah, it does."
She smiled warmly. "So, you're happy with your gift?"

"I am," Faith replied, returning Buffy's smile.

"Good." Buffy grinned beatifically. "My birthday's in
six months...which means you have as long to choose the color
for yours."