I've gone through high school graduation, two moderately large breakups, a major move, I got a job, and I was without a computer for some time. I'm so sorry. None of those are adequate excuses, but they're all I have. So. Here's what you've all been waiting for… [insert drum roll]

It took only a few seconds for my brain to go from extreme confusion to extreme excitement. Buffy Summers was kissing me. ME.

I moved my lips with hers, our kiss growing more passionate by the second, and trailed my hands – which had been hanging dumbly by my sides, having dropped the sheet long ago,- up to her hips. I played with the hem of her shirt, trying to gather the confidence to lift it the inch it would take to gain access to her perfect skin.

It seemed she wasn't having any of our moderately torpid pace because she bit roughly on my lip and grabbed a fistful of my hair. 'Thanks for the encouragement, B.' I thought as I ran my fingers up her shirt to lightly caress her rib cage. She moaned softly and ran her tongue across my lip, meeting no resistance from my already opening mouth.

The second her tongue touched mine, I'd had enough waiting. I ripped her jacket off her shoulders, throwing it to some unknown part of her room (her shirt following close behind) and tried not to trip over the pile of sheet pooled by my ankles as I walked her over to the bed.

'This is really happening.' I mused incredulously. 'I'm about to have sex with Buffy- the woman I've been in love with the last five years.' My hands began trembling as I reached for the button of her jeans while she tugged at mine with impatient determination. She turned us around and threw me onto the bed, jerking my pants off as soon as I'd hit the mattress.

I sat up, leaning on my elbows, and watched her as she stood there for a moment, looking at me in my small t-shirt and boy shorts as she slowly unzipped and lowered her pants, revealing sexy, red lingerie. I pushed myself up, ran a shaky hand through my tangled, dark locks, and pulled her back down to me.

She landed softly astride my hips, looking a titillating mixture of startled and aroused. I smirked, licked my lips, and forcefully grabbed the back of her head, reconnecting our lips, swollen from kisses.

As our kisses swiftly escalated in ardor, Buffy's whimpers grew louder and the pace of her hips rocking down onto mine quickened. My short-trimmed nails raked lightly up her spine to unclasp her bra. She smiled into the kiss, tore her lips from mine, and leaned back onto her knees, letting the bra fall gently from her shoulders and onto my stomach.

She was so much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. All the years of fantasies combined didn't do her unbelievable body justice. I tried to calm my breathing as I trailed my hands from where they'd been resting on her inner thighs to her perfect breasts. They were the exact size to fit perfectly in my hands with very light pink nipples that I could feel hardening further in my palms.

I leaned up, taking her right breast in my mouth. She sighed loudly and buckled forward, one of my hands remaining on her breast. Our mouths crashed together and I bit her lip hard as my free hand travelled rapidly down her abdomen to play with the waistband of her underwear. She broke from our heated kiss long enough to whisper a quiet, lust-infused "Please." A violent shiver briefly racked my body as I slipped my hand past the last resistance. She was so wet.

I gasped into her mouth and she shuddered above me. I began with slow, light strokes over her clit as she kissed and nipped at my neck, trying to muffle her emphatic moans and whimpers. She dug her nails, which were a fraction longer than mine, into my shoulder as I commenced a harder and faster pace on her clit. When her whimpers faded to hard panting, I presumed she was close. I wanted to give her the best orgasm I could. If this was all I'd ever get, I'd make it worth our while. But, being me, I had to make this special in more ways than a wicked orgasm.

"Buffy?" I whispered as I moved the middle finger of my other hand to her opening, never discontinuing the movements on her clit. She withdrew her face from my neck and looked at me with dark, lidded eyes, her mouth partly open, breath coming in shallow bursts. "I love you." I stated firmly, my voice wavering only slightly.

She never took her eyes off my face, her expression changing from pure lust, to one mixed with adoration. She kissed me gentler this time, only a few soft pecks before pulling away with "We wouldn't be here if I didn't know that, Faith. I've always known. Now shut up and fuck me. For once… I DON'T want to talk." That was good enough for me. I smiled wider than I had in years and leaned forward to suck on Buffy's neck. She gasped again and I pushed my finger inside her. She stiffened and groaned. I knew it wouldn't be long.

I began a pace with my finger mirroring the one on her clit. Her hips were moving with me and the whimpering was back, louder this time. I added another finger and she groaned my name. We continued like this, my fingers covered in pure Buffy, working as hard and fast as they could to make her come. She bit down hard on my shoulder as her hips lost rhythm, her thrusting hard and frantic. I sucked harder yet on her neck and curled my fingers inside her. She pushed her hips up one last time before collapsing in a pile of limbs on top of me.

I gave her a minute before I could no longer ignore the throbbing in my wrist. "B? Baby?" Unintelligible mumbles emanated from my shoulder region. "B, you're breakin' my hand." She groaned (not in the good way) and rolled off of me. I smiled at her sleepy, satisfied expression and pulled her close to me. Kissing her forehead, I whispered again that I loved her. She smiled a dopey smile that only a half asleep Buffy could.

I covered our bodies with the tangled mess of blanket at the foot of her bed and whispered a soft good night as I felt myself drifting off as well. It had truly been a long day and night. I felt her shift, squinting my eyes open one last time to see her looking at me, eyes barely open as well, as she mumbled, "We should've done this years ago."