Since you all were begging for more, I wrote more.

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The natural brunette moves her knees so they're closer to her chest, still stroking the other slayer's calf. She lets her hand slide down till it reaches Buffy's toes and begins fiddling with them. She strokes the older woman's pinky toe, then picks up the foot to examine it.

Buffy watches her incredulously.

"Faith, that's my toe,"

"I know it's your toe,"

"Well let go of it,"

"No,"

"What do you mean no? Faith stop fondling my toe!"

"But I like your toe, it's cute,"

Buffy eyes Faith like she thinks the other woman might have a concussion.

"Faith you just called my toe cute, are you feeling okay?"

"Five by five B,"

Buffy rolls her eyes.

"How did I know you were gonna say that?" I can't believe Faith is fondling my foot, oh, that tickles. Buffy squirms slightly, trying not to show her reaction.

The slayer remembers the odd conversation Dawn had brought up several days ago about Faith's sexuality. Dawn had said something about the brunette checking out Buffy's ass, she had responded, "What are you talking about, Faith's like the straightest person in the world. 'Sept, ya know, her straightness has lots of kinks."

Dawn had just smirked, Buffy found that smirk reminded her way too much of Spike, "Yeah, I think those kinks or more like 90 degree angles Buff."

Faith has the former blonde's foot resting on her knees now. She has her knees up and her feet parted, making a kind of pyramid shape with her calves. Only the tops of her kneecaps show above the bath bubbles. The brunette's skin shimmers with water as she keeps up her fondling, "You should wear toes rings B, they'd look hot."

"How are toe rings hot Faith?"

"I don't know, they just are,"

"Whatever. This is just great, I'm stuck naked in a bathtub with a naked you, who now suddenly has a toe fetish,"

"Toe fetish? Hey, that's sounds kinda hot,"

"Oh. My. God." Buffy says exasperated. She leans her head back, resting on the edge of the tub. Her died reddish brunette hair clinging to her wet skin. She stares at the ceiling, wishing she had another bottle of wine. She had a feeling the current one would be gone long before Faith's presence stopped annoying the hell out of her.

She grabs the wine bottle and begins chugging it. Head tilted back, some of it poring from the corners of her mouth. Faith watches captivated by the red tinted trail of wine making its way down Buffy's throat. She was having a fun time imagining lapping it up with her tongue, following that runaway droplet to the woman's collar bones, then going down further. The dark Slayer stayed in her trance as Buffy finished the bottle off.

She tilts her head to the side, trying to figure out why Faith has the biggest shit-eating grin she's ever seen plastered over her face. "What are you looking at?"

Buffy looks down following Faith's line of sight, her wine sluggish mind not quite catching on. The former blonde gives up when Faith just winks at her and goes back to messing with her toes.

"You're so weird," Buffy slurs, leaning her head back and staring bleary eyed at the ceiling. Her head's swimming as she closes her eyes. Feeling the world start to fall away. She has the strangest sensation that's someone sucking on her toe.

Faith stretches her legs out but keeps Buffy foot close to her chest. Her right leg is on Buffy's left side, her foot at the blonde's butt.

She watches as the other slayer's eyes close and her body starts to go slack, slipping farther into the water. "Don't go passing out on me B, ya might drown," the prod gets no response. Faith gives the passed out woman a soft kick to the ass, when that doesn't work she bites her toe. Well, she gets a little carried away with that for awhile before she remembers why she did it in the first place.

Faith glares at the passed out figure, then gives her a VERY hard kick to the ass.

Buffy jolts up yelping, her eyes wide, and her handing moving to rub her left butt cheek.

"Oh ow! What did you do?" the drunken slayer whines, still rubbing her ass and grimacing.

"You passed out so I kicked you," Faith says simply.

"Well I think you left a bruise," Buffy tries to get situated, but keeps moving around not finding a position that didn't hurt her ass.

"Can I see it?"

"No you can't see my ass!"

"I meant the bruise B,"

"The bruise is on my ass!"

Faith smirks, "Can I rub it?"

"No!"

"Why not?" Faith pouts.

"Cos it's my ass and not yours, hence mine to touch and not yours to not be touching it, err, not yours so no touching the ass that is of mine..," Buffy pauses, looking slightly confused, "Cos I said so, okay?"

"So you touch your own ass then?"

Buffy looks at Faith like she just asked her what 4,587 multiplied by 67,945 equals, "Huh?"

Faith just smiles fondly at her, "Nothin' B,"

Buffy nods, "Right then, good, that's good."

Buffy leans her head back as she feels Faith changing positions and hopes she's getting out of her tub. Her eyes widen as the brunette roughly pulls her legs apart and slides between them, laying her body fully on Buffy's. The former blonde feels her thighs clench and sucks in a breath.

Faith leans in close, her wild hair wet and sexy, a crooked grin on her lips. Her smoldering gaze making the blood rush in the opposite direction of Buffy's brain.

Buffy feels Faith's hot breath on her lips and her eyes slip close, a powerful sense of anticipation nestling itself in her chest. She feels Faith's arms bracing her body weight at Buffy sides, trapping her under the advancing slayer. She then feels the dark slayer letting her torso slide against Buffy's, the former blonde is almost panting at the sudden arousal she's feeling.

"Oh," Buffy whimpers as Faith's lips brush against hers. Her arms now encircle the younger woman's neck, and then their tongues are touching. They swirl around each other, moaning into each other's mouths. Buffy lets slip a particularly loud moan as Faith begins sucking on her tongue, stroking it with her own.

The passionate brunette begins moving slowly against Buffy, their bodies now pressed together under the water. Buffy wraps her legs around Faith's as the heat between her them makes her long for more contact. Her fingers trailing patterns of warmth on Faith's back. Both of them moaning loudly at the feelings of desire running through them.

Outside of the bathroom Dawn presses the phone to the door, letting Willow hear what she's hearing. The girl returns the phone to her ear, grinning like a mad woman, "Did you hear that? Ya know I guess it would take a little wine for Buffy to finally get the hint. Willow? Willow, hello? Are you there?"

In a rather small apartment in England, Willow Rosenburg fainted on her kitchen floor, a phone next to her relaying Dawn's voice.

"Hello, Willow….Pick up the phone Willow," Dawn starts speaking in a ghost like voice, " I command you pick up the phone Willow, I command you to now."

… "Please?"

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Go ahead and review, I know that this one wasn't as funny as the first, but I hadn't planned on making a sequel. It also seems to be missing some spunk, but I'm in a bit of a spunk deficit at the moment. Later.