“Oh…uhhh…oh mmmgggg god!” Buffy rode out her ***** while clutching to Faith. The little blonde had a dreamy expression on her face. The euphoria of her climax was intoxicating.

“Better clean up B, we still have waxing to do.” Faith smirked at her girlfriend’s reaction.

“Oh my god! Trisha is out there! She heard! Where are my panties?!?” Buffy looked like a chicken whose head was cut off. Just picture a spazzing blonde chicken, yeah you get the picture.

“Don’t worry babe. We’ll get this done and then we can go get ice cream.” Faith tried to coax her girlfriend before another spaz attack.

The two slayers picked up their clothing and Faith stashed the Accommodator in her bag. Once the two girls were prepared for waxing Trish walked through the door, wax in hand.

~After waxing~

“See B. I told you it wouldn’t hurt that bad. Damn, we fight baddies every night and you don’t think ya can handle a little hot wax.

Poor little Buffy endured the whole waxing session, only allowing a few whimpers to leave her mouth. Faith went through the waxing with a slight grimace but that was it. After all, she had been through a Brazilian wax before. It was apparent in the little blonde’s gait that she was going through some pain after her session. The luscious brunette just gave her trademark smirk and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s waist.

“Geez, B. You better fix your walk or else Red’s gonna think I fucked you silly with Butch again.” She grinned at the memory. She and Buffy got a little carried away with Faith’s new strap on “Butch” the night she bought it. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that Buffy was wearing the shortest skirt known to man! Faith had bent the ***** blonde over the dining room table and pounded into her until she was screaming. Ah, memories.

“Well, since I indulged in your new experience, I’ll introduce you to mine.” No one could have missed the glint in the little slayer’s eyes at that moment.

“B…” Faith on the other hand was stuck between excited and a little fearful. Buffy rolled her eyes at the look her girlfriend was giving her.

“Ice-skating ya big dope!” She bounced up and down, giggling. However, the Bostonian was not as giddy.

“B…ice-skating! Sorry to disappoint, but prancing around on the ice in a little leotard and tights doesn’t rock my boat babe.” Buffy gave her the pout. Oh yeah, jell-o on the floor in 3…2…1.

“Fine! Fine! Geez! Do you always have to do that?!?” Faith crossed her arms in defeat. Did you know that Faith has her own pout too?

“Aww baby!” Buffy wrapped her arms around her pouting girlfriend’s waist and leaned in closer to her ear.

“We don’t need an ice rink in order for me to wear my leotard and tights.” Buffy flicked her tongue over a very delectable earlobe. Faith stopped walking and grabbed the surprised blonde’s hand.

“Home…now!” And with that, the two slayers were just a blur down the street. The faint whining of Buffy could be heard from afar.

“Faith! The waxing, remember!”

END