“Faith, please.”
“Nope.”
“Come on.”
“Nuh-uh.”
The two Slayers walked up the sidewalk in front of the Summers’ House, bags of dirty laundry in tote. Faith was taking confident strides with a smug grin on her face as Buffy did her best to keep up, a pleading look on her face.
“Pleeeeease?”
“Sorry, B.”
“Faith, I’m asking you nicely.” Buffy begged. “Please take your hair down from that ponytail. My mom is gonna be kind of suspicious if she sees fresh hickeys on your neck.”
Faith smirked even bigger. “Like I said, sorry B. I just can’t do it. You put ‘em there, now you gotta face the consequences.”
As the two girls walked up the steps to the front porch, Buffy decided to make one last attempt.
“What if I tell you there’ll be no more sex unless you take your hair down?”
Faith put her bags of laundry down and took a few steps towards Buffy so that they were mere inches apart. Staring into Buffy’s eyes, she bit her bottom lip and watched as Buffy’s eyes dropped to her mouth, gazing at them with a hungry look in her eyes.
“I’d have to call your bluff, B, cuz now I know for sure that you want me just as much as I want you.”
Before Buffy could respond, the front door opened and revealed a smiling Joyce standing behind it. Both girls jumped back from one another, hoping that Joyce hadn’t seen or heard their little interaction.
“Hi girls! It’s good to see . . . oh Faith, what happened to your neck honey?”
With her enhanced hearing, Faith was able to hear Buffy’s breath stop for a moment. She tried to fight the smirk that wanted to pop up, but she couldn’t.
“Umm, it happened this mornin’.” Faith casually explained as she picked up her bags and made her way into the house, Buffy in tow behind her. “A little minx of a demon took me by surprise. Got me really good, but . . . I came out on top in the end.”
Joyce shook her head. “You girls really need to be more careful. Anyhow, I’ve got sandwiches and fruit salad ready in the kitchen. Why don’t the both of you go and get started while I run downstairs and put in the first load.”
Both girls smiled before running off into the kitchen.
“Thanks Mom!” “Thanks Mrs. S!”
“I so thought we were busted when your Ma opened the door and saw my neck.” Faith said with a chuckle around a mouthful of sandwich.
“I know, me too. I wonder if she would freak if she found out.”
Faith thought about it for a moment. Her last few days with Buffy had been . . . great. She couldn’t remember the last time when she had been as happy and had smiled as much. Not to mention the little shower incident from earlier that morning.
The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want the challenge to end. She loved having Buffy in her arms at night, and she liked waking her up with kisses every morning.
And she couldn’t be totally sure, but she thought that maybe Buffy was feeling the same way too.
If they were going to stay together, Joyce would have to hear about it sooner or later. Still, Faith didn’t want to just spring the thought on Buffy right then and there, so she casually brought it up, her voice steady and serious.
“Well why don’t you tell her and see what she says.” She looked up and waited for Buffy’s reply.
The blonde scoffed at how casually Faith had said it. She began to speak in a loud whisper.
“Tell her?!? What exactly am I gonna say, Faith? ‘Hey, Mom, thanks for the lunch. By the way, did I mention that I like to eat pussy now?’ I don’t think she’d take that too well.”
She grabbed a handful of napkins and handed them to Faith who had ceremoniously spat the milk she was drinking all over the counter in front of her.
“Geez, B! Listen to the mouth ya got on ya. Maybe you’ve been hangin’ out with the wrong kinda people.”
Buffy’s scowl melted into a small smile. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Faith’s lips, lingering there for a moment.
“You’re the only one I’ve been hanging around with, Trouble.” She said against Faith’s lips, loving how soft they felt on her own.
“Ya got me there, B.” Faith chuckled as she pulled away. She took a big bite of her sandwich and played their conversation over in her head. A little grin appeared on her face as a realization hit her. “Hey B, y’know that you couldn’t actually say that to your Mom though. It’s not entirely true.”
Buffy gave her a confused look. “How so?”
Faith put on her trademark smirk. “Cuz you haven’t actually eaten pussy yet, snookums.”
Seeing Buffy’s eyes go wide and her body tense, she quickly continued.
“Not that I mind or anything, cuz what you did this mornin’ was wicked hot, baby. A girl could definitely get used to that.”
Buffy relaxed a bit. Suddenly, something flickered across her face and just like that, she was once again creeping up to Faith in her best sex-kitten strut.
“And I could definitely get used to what you did to me last night, too. And about that whole ‘eating pussy’ thing? Don’t worry baby. I was taking mental notes last night from you. If what I learned from you is any indication of things to come, I say that you’re in for the best sex of your life.”
Faith smiled. ‘A-ha! So that means I gave B the best sex in her life. I always knew I was fuckin’ good..’
“Sounds good.” Faith said as she pulled Buffy against her and gave her a kiss. After a moment passed, she pulled away from the kiss but still held Buffy against her. “Taking mental notes? I gotta give ya props on that one, B, what with the distractions and all. The hottie between your legs, the intense pleasure, the annoying phone calls . . .”
She stopped when she heard Buffy gasp and saw a look of horror on her face.
“B?”
“Ohmygod! The phone calls! Willow! Do you have any idea what I said to her?” Buffy stated as she began to pace frantically.
“Yeah, B. I was kinda there, though . . . your knees were kinda clamped tight around my head, maybe I didn’t hear it right. Wanna refresh me?” Faith teased.
Buffy turned to face her, an incredulous look on her face.
“Faith! It isn’t funny! Willow knows . . . ” she lowered her voice again, “. . . Willow knows I had sex with a girl!”
“Yeahhhh? And you know that Red fucks girls too. Not a big deal, B. She knew about the challenge. She’s a big girl . . . I’m sure she figured out that with two hot chicks involved, there’d be ‘fucking’ involved at some point in time or another.”
Even though Faith was right, Buffy just couldn’t let it go like that.
“Yeah, well, it’s still awkward. I think I’m gonna run up to my room and call her real quick . . . make sure she didn’t hurt herself when she passed out after what I said to her.”
She began to walk out of the kitchen but was momentarily stopped by Faith, who had grabbed her hand and pulled her close so that their bodies were touching.
Faith put her hand underneath Buffy’s chin and tilted her head up so that they were looking directly into one another’s eyes, their faces mere inches apart.
“Buffy,” she began seriously, “don’t be freaked out about this. Red mighta been shocked at first, but she’ll deal. We didn’t do anything wrong, and you don’t have anything to feel bad about it. Go and call her if you want. I’ll be right here when you get back. Even if she’s weird about it now, I won’t make you go through this alone. ‘Kay baby?”
The gentleness in her voice and the sincerity in her eyes made Buffy relax from her nervous state.
Just as she was about to lean in and give the brunette a kiss, the two girls heard footsteps coming up the basement stairs. Buffy’s smile turned into a little pout when she knew that she wouldn’t be able to kiss Faith like she wanted to with her mother about to walk into the kitchen.
Faith chuckled at the interruption and took a step away from Buffy, speaking in a whisper.
“Kissing can wait, B. Go make your peace with Red, yeah?”
Buffy smiled. “Okay.” She gave Faith’s hand a squeeze before walking out of the room, missing her mother by mere seconds.
Several minutes later, Buffy came walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, expecting to see Faith there. When she found only her mother there, she frowned a little.
“Hi Mom. Umm . . . Faith didn’t leave, did she?” Buffy asked hesitantly. Right away, she thought that maybe Faith had gotten mad because of her insistence on calling Willow and that she had left.
“No, she’s in the basement, honey. I mentioned something about ‘doing dishes’ and she suddenly thought it best to go and make sure the laundry was okay.” Joyce replied with a motherly smile.
Buffy laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like Faith. I bet she grabbed some food on the way down, too. Planning on staying down there for a while, I bet, at least until the dishes are done.”
Joyce laughed as well. “You sure seem to know her well, honey. Why don’t you go down there and take her this,” she handed Buffy a bottle of Pepsi, “we don’t want her to be thirsty, now do we?”
“Nope, we don’t.” And with that, Buffy made her way to the basement door.
She couldn’t help but giggle to herself when she thought of what Faith was probably doing. ‘She’s probably sitting on top of the washing machine, enjoying the vibrations, all while eating. Her two favorite things all at once . . . pleasure and food!’
Sure enough, as Buffy descended the stairs she found Faith perched on top of the washing machine, kicking her legs happily as she munched on a bag of Cheetos.
“Hey.” She said gently as Faith finally met her eyes. She walked over to the washer and stood between Faith’s knees, wrapping her arms around the brunette’s lower back and giving her a coy little smile.
“Hey back.” Faith replied with a goofy grin. “I see you’re still in one piece. So, Red didn’t send any big witch mojo over the phone to getcha?”
“Nope.” Buffy answered, pulling Faith’s body closer to the edge of the washer.
Faith was a little taken aback by Buffy’s actions, but she still pressed forward with her questions, trying not to act too distracted.
“So???? Is she mad? Is she happy? Is she in the hospital? Does she have a concussion or any hearing loss? What’s the what, B?” She asked impatiently.
“Well,” Buffy began, her voice almost husky as she looked up at Faith through her eyelashes, “she’s kinda in a state of denial. She knows what she heard, and she’s not mad about it or anything, but I don’t think she wants to ponder the reality behind it. But she did say that she found herself pounding down some shots before she left the Bronze . . . you know, to relax herself. Anyhow, you were right . . . she’ll deal. ”
Faith smiled. “I love when you tell me I’m right, baby. I knew she’d be okay with it . . . just needs a little period of adjustment. She’s definitely cool with the girl-on-girl action. If she wasn’t, then she’d definitely have to reevaluate her own relationship.” She joked.
She had more to say, but she was temporarily distracted as she felt Buffy’s hand begin to roam over her body, blazing trails across her back and down her sides.
“Faith . . .” Buffy said, her voice a sexy whisper, “. . . I just wanna thank you for being calm before and for being the rational one. I also wanna thank you for being so sweet and telling me you’d be there. It really meant a lot to me.”
Faith gave her a genuine smile.
“No sweat, B. You know I’d do just about anything for ya.”
Buffy smiled at her reply.
“Faith . . . I wanna kiss you.”
Faith chuckled. “Since when do you need permission from me, B? ‘Want Take Have’ became our shared motto a long time ago.” At that, she ducked her head lower and leaned in to give Buffy a kiss, but she stopped when she came into contact with Buffy’s fingers instead of her lips.
She pulled back and raised an eyebrow, Buffy’s fingers lingering on her lips the whole while.
“I don’t want to kiss you here Faith.” She lowered her hand and cupped the crotch of Faith’s jeans. “I want to kiss you here.”
Faith unconsciously shut her eyes arched her back at the contact, bringing her body even closer to Buffy’s. When she opened her eyes again, she glanced down to see Buffy’s suddenly dark eyes gazing up at her, a feral look on the blonde’s face.
Between the vibrating from the washing machine and the ‘come-hither’ look that Buffy was giving her, Faith was raring and ready to go for a little action. But then the reality of where she was hit her and her little fantasy came crashing down.
As she felt Buffy’s hand unbuttoning her pants, Faith reached down and put her hands over Buffy’s, halting her actions.
“Wait wait wait . . . B, your Ma is upstairs. This is her house. We can’t do this here. I don’t wanna get caught and have awkwardness between your Ma and me.”
Buffy smiled again. “Don’t worry, Faith. I know I can be quiet. Can you?”
The challenge in her words wasn’t lost on Faith. The brunette thought about it for a minute and then pulled her hand away, looking at Buffy with a defiant smile.
“Okay. Get your freak on, B.” She stated simply.
In the blink of an eye, Buffy had closed the short distance between them and began to slowly and softly kiss Faith. When she felt Faith part her lips, she took full advantage and snuck her tongue in, softly massing Faith’s tongue with it. She felt like she could get lost in the softness of Faith’s full lips, but there was another set of lips on the brunette that she was even more interested in at that point.
Slowly but surely, she managed to unbutton and unzip Faith’s jeans and pulled them off of her as the brunette leaned back and lifted her butt up. Buffy gasped when she realized that the brunette wasn’t wearing underwear.
Faith put on a crooked grin.
“It’s laundry day. Ran outta clean undies. That a problem for you?”
Buffy shook her head. “Nope. They’d just get in the way and I’d end up ripping them off of you with my teeth.”
Faith laughed. “That’s a wicked hot image, B. Remind me to wear some next time.”
Buffy grabbed the hem of Faith’s shirt and carefully lifted the offending item off of the brunette’s body, leaving her hair looking wild and sexy in the process. She chuckled when she realized that Faith was bra-less as well, but she didn’t stop to talk about it this time. Instead, she leaned in and slid her tongue against one of Faith’s delicate nipples before sucking it into her mouth.
She raised up one of her hands and began to softly massage Faith’s other breast, loving the way that the brunette’s lithe body trembled with pleasure and anticipation.
After a moment of licking and kissing Faith’s breasts, Buffy leaned up and planted a hard kiss on Faith’s lips before sliding down her body and positioning her face between the brunettes’ parted legs.
Though she felt that she should be nervous or timid about the prospect that lay before her, strangely, she wasn’t. It felt almost natural to her.
And if what she had learned from Faith the night before was any indication of things to come, she knew that Faith was in for one wild ride.
Without hesitation, she went balls to the wall and dove face first into Faith’s almost bare pussy. She used her fingers to spread the brunette’s warm lips and her tongue instantly darted out to lap at her already engorged clit.
A low moan instantly escaped Faith’s throat but she bit her lower lip to keep any more from slipping out. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to focus on not coming right then and there. Still, between the thoughts of the petite blonde between her legs and the steady vibration from the washing machine under her, it was almost too much for her and she began to whimper as the other girl sped up her tongue.
Buffy smiled as her tongue began to move faster and faster on Faith’s clit. She knew that if she kept up at the pace she was going, Faith would come any minute. With that in mind, she slid her tongue down Faith’s wet slit and thrust it into the brunette’s dripping hole.
“Aw, fuck B!” Faith said aloud. She was trying to keep her voice quiet which in turn only made it sound strangled and shaky.
Buffy thrusted her tongue in and out of Faith’s tight cunt as deep as she could. Every time she thrusted in further, her teeth would hit the brunette’s clit and her nose would bump into her pelvic bone.
Through the euphoria that Faith was feeling, she had to wonder how Buffy was doing what she was doing without getting smothered or blacking out from lack of oxygen. But those thoughts were brushed from her mind as she felt a new wave of pleasure hitting her as Buffy began to massage her clit with her free hand.
So there was Buffy, her tongue buried in Faith’s tight channel, one hand massaging the brunette’s clit while the other hand held the girl close. Faith had her eyes clenched shut and was biting on her bottom lip so hard that it looked like it was about to bleed.
The younger Slayer couldn’t take the pleasure any longer and she unconsciously began to moan and grunt. Buffy must not have noticed it either as she continued to thrust her tongue in and out of the brunette.
Just as Buffy began to feel Faith’s inner walls clench around her tongue, she suddenly heard the basement door open. She instantly stood up and covered Faith’s mouth with her one hand but let her other hand continue to massage the brunette’s swollen clit.
“Girls? Is everything okay down there?” Joyce yelled from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, Mom, we’re fine!” Buffy yelled as she looked at Faith and winked at the girl.
“I thought I heard grunting. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“Yeah, we’re just sparring, Mom. Waiting for the laundry and sparring.” Buffy replied as she slipped two fingers into Faith and pressed her palm against her clit. Once again, Faith quietly moaned but the sound was covered by the rumbling of the washing machine.
Joyce was quiet for a moment before she called again.
“Faith . . . everything’s alright?”
Buffy nodded at Faith and removed her hand, just long enough for her to blurt out “Fantastic!” breathlessly.
“Okay. You girls sound like you’re getting pretty worked up. I’ll get a couple of bottled waters out of the refrigerator. Are you gonna come up and get them, Faith sweetie?” Joyce asked.
Faith clenched her eyes shut and answered in a strangled voice as her orgasm began to wash over her, “Yeah! I’m coming!”
With that said, Joyce closed the basement door and the two Slayers got back to what they were doing. Buffy began to slide back down Faith’s body to finish the job but was stopped when Faith’s hands grabbed her shirt and pulled her back up.
She was confused at first but as she felt Faith pull her to her mouth and start to kiss her, she realized what the brunette wanted: she wanted to come while Buffy was kissing her.
Buffy kindly obliged slowing the motion of her thrusting down to let Faith ride out her orgasm. She kissed Faith at the same speed that her fingers were moving, loving the way that Faith was moaning into her mouth as she came hard. Her fingers were instantly covered in the flood of cum that followed Faith’s orgasm and she found it to be completely and totally erotic.
As Faith’s tense body slowly relaxed, Buffy pulled her mouth away from Faith’s and removed her fingers from the girls’ pussy. She brought her hand up to her mouth and carefully licked the girls’ cum off of them as she stared Faith straight in the eyes. <p>
“You taste so good.” Buffy said with a smile.
Faith groaned as she watched the blonde. “You’re fuckin amazing, B. I . . .” she was about to say ‘I love you’ but instantly stopped herself before the words could come out, “. . . I’ve never came that hard in my entire life.”
At that moment, it felt perfectly comfortable and natural to say ‘I love you’, but she didn’t want to freak the other girl out. She knew that the last few days had been a big change for the blonde, and she didn’t want to scare the girl away after she had made such good progress. <
Buffy smiled at her words. “I learned from the best.” She beamed.
Several kisses later and after a few minutes of recuperation, Faith finally got re-dressed and made her way upstairs to get the water, not wanting to make Joyce wait for her any longer.
As she walked upstairs and entered the kitchen, she found Joyce sitting on a stool at the island countertop with an expectant look on her face.
Joyce tapped the empty stool next to her and indicated for Faith to sit on it. Hesitantly, Faith walked over and sat on the stool, her head hung low. She pretty much knew right then and there that they were busted, but she wasn’t going to jump and try to defend just yet. She wanted to see what Joyce had to say first.
Joyce gave her a small smile before she began speaking.
“To me, it seems amazing how kids today think parents are completely ignorant.” Faith began to interrupt but Joyce just held up her hand and continued. “Just because I’m . . . older . . . doesn’t mean that I don’t pick up on the little things. The physical closeness, the hickeys, the subtle giggling, the moon eyes, the . . . basement. I know that you girls have been getting closer. I’m right, aren’t I, Faith?”
With her eyes still lowered, Faith nodded her head.
Joyce paused for a moment and took a good, hard look at the girl sitting next to her before she spoke again.
“You love her, don’t you?” She asked. Her tone wasn’t accusatory or mean . . . it was simply inquisitive.
Faith’s eyes nearly bugger out of her head when she heard the words and her head snapped up to look at Joyce who was looking back at her in an amused manner. Seeing as though it seemed that the woman wouldn’t freak out on her, Faith once again nodded her head, lowering her eyes as she did so.
Again, Joyce paused as she rolled through the implications of Faith’s admission in her head. After a moment passed, Joyce smiled and placed a hand on Faith’s back.
“You’ll take care of her, right?”
Faith just nodded again.
“And you’ll never hurt her like the other have, will you?” Joyce asked seriously.
Faith’s head once again shot up and she gave Joyce the most serious expression that she could muster to convey her feelings.
“Never.”
At that, Joyce gave her a warm smile. She got up from her stool and handed Faith the two bottles of water. “Why don’t you go back downstairs and make sure the laundry doesn’t need to be switched yet.”
Faith just looked at the woman, amazed at what had just happened. Basically, Joyce had just found out about her relationship with Buffy and had, in a sense, given her approval. She couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face as she hopped up from the stool and grabbed the bottles in a child-like manner.
Before she went down the basement stairs, she ran back into the kitchen and gave Joyce a big hug and whispered into her ear, “I’ll never let her down.”
With that, she unwrapped her arms from the older woman and headed back toward the stairs, a definite spring in her step as she headed down towards the woman she loved.
Chapter Twelve -- Eclipses and Other Cosmic Events
Faith poured some of the water into her hand and flicked it at Buffy’s face. The blonde didn’t react . . . she just sat there with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open like she had been for the past 5 minutes.
“It’s not that big a deal, B. Really.” Faith said, trying to hide her smile.
Buffy snapped back to reality at hearing Faith’s words. She brought her sleeve up to her face and wiped off the water before giving the brunette a look of disbelief.
“Not a big deal? My mom knows! It is a big deal!” She said excitedly, though her voice was lacking the anger that Faith had almost expected.
“Well, if it makes ya feel any better, I didn’t actually tell her. She just kinda knew.”
Buffy gave Faith a confused glare.
“What do you mean?”
Faith chuckled. “Well, there’s the newfound closeness, the hickeys, she said somethin’ about ‘moon eyes’, and . . . umm . . . then there was the whole ‘basement’ thing.”
She cringed as she waited for Buffy’s reaction to finding out that her Mom knew what had happened in the basement.
Buffy’s eyes grew impossibly wider before she jumped up from her place on the floor and began to pace.
“Not good. NOT good. SO not good. This is definitely of the bad.” Buffy ranted frantically. “Well, that settles that. I can never leave the basement. I’ll be down here for the rest of my life. Instead of being the ‘crazy cat lady’, I’m going to be the ‘crazy basement lady’. Kids from the neighborhood with come around and try to look into the windows to get a glimpse of me, so I’ll have to make a fort under the stairs to hide, and I’ll mpfhhh . . .”
Her rant was quickly brought to an end when Faith crushed her lips to the girls’, kissing her softly but passionately in hopes of calming the girl down a bit.
When she felt the other girl finally relax a little, she pulled back from the kiss but held Buffy against her in a warm embrace. Just the simple feeling of having the small blonde nuzzled against her made her feel a small pang in her chest. Instead of being scared by it, it actually made her smile.
“How ‘bout this: if you decide that ya really wanna be ‘crazy basement lady’, I’ll be ‘crazy basement lady’ with ya. We could spend the rest of our lives down here together, playin’ Monopoly and Scrabble, eatin’ whatever food you Ma throws down the laundry shoot for us, and . . . if those kids come creepin’ ‘round and peekin’ in the windows? We’ll give ‘em a real show.”
When she heard Buffy giggle and relax even more, she continued.
“Or, we could always just finish our laundry, go back upstairs and pretend like it’s just another normal day, eat dinner in peace, and walk outta here hand-in-hand like it’s not a big deal. Besides, I kinda got a surprise planned for later and we can’t do it if we’re shacked up in the basement.”
Buffy lifted her head and gazed up into brown eyes, a small smile on her face.
“Pretend it’s just another normal day?” She asked innocently.
“Yep. Another vanilla day in the ‘dale.”
“Right. I can do that. It’s just another normal day in Sunnydale . . . where my Mom knows that I fucked you in the basement.” She paused and thought about her words. “I don’t know, Faith. That doesn’t feel so ‘normal’ to me.” She joked.
The two Slayers remained in the basement for a few hours. They spent the time folding and ironing their clean laundry, doing some actual sparring, taking a small nap while curled up together on a small cot, and playing a few games of Go Fish.
When dinner time came, Joyce called them upstairs. After a few minutes of Faith trying to convince Buffy that everything was okay, the two girls slowly made their way up to the dining room. Faith wore a victorious smile during dinner while Buffy mostly wore a deep blush.
If Joyce was unhappy or uncomfortable with the situation, she certainly didn’t show it. She carried on a causal conversation with Faith as always while Buffy remained fairly quiet, looking up from her plate only to make sure that things were looking ‘okay’ with her mother.
When dinner ended, Buffy happily escaped back into the basement to gather their bags of clean laundry.
After carrying the several sacks up the basement stairs, she shyly entered the kitchen to see Faith helping Joyce with the dishes, the two of them whispering conspiratorially. Her interest piqued, she walked further into the counter and leaned against the countertop island, still unnoticed by the other two women.
She coughed after a few more seconds passed to announce her presence and laughed slightly when Faith spun to face her, a shocked look on her face.
The brunette looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Buffy stared at her, amused as the girl started stammering and trying to speak.
“B?! You scared the hell outta me! I’m seriously considering makin’ you wear a bell or somethin’.”
Buffy raised her eyebrows and smirked at her. “So what’s going on in here? Secret planning or something? Should I step outside for a few minutes?” She teased.
Faith relaxed as she realized that Buffy hadn’t heard whet her and Joyce were discussing.
She tried to look as relaxed and nonchalant as she answered.
“Nahh, it’s all good. I was just tellin’ your Ma that I had a surprised planned for tonight, so she agreed to drop our laundry off tomorrow so that we didn’t have to worry about gettin’ it back to our dorm tonight.”
Buffy folded her arms across her chest. “That’s all, huh?” Faith nodded casually. “Care to let me in on the surprise then?”
Faith smiled, showing off her dimples.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it? Speakin’ of which, we gotta motorvate if we’re gonna get there on time.” She turned towards Buffy’s mom. “So, it’s okay if I borrow that stuff then?”
Joyce smiled. “It’s waiting for you in the living room. Have fun girls. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” She winked at Faith before turning to Buffy and giving her a hug.
Faith grabbed a large duffle bag from the living room floor before she and Buffy had left the house. She led Buffy on a casual walk that took about a half hour.
The last leg of their journey was through a small wooded area and up onto a hill that overlooked downtown Sunnydale. Buffy kept asking Faith where they were going, but she received no reply each time she asked. Faith would just keep looking straight ahead while wearing a coy smile, bringing their interlaced hands up to her mouth to place a small kiss on Buffy’s fingers.
When they finally reached the highest part of the hill, Faith placed the duffel bag on the ground and opened it to rummage through the contents.
Buffy’s attention shifted from Faith to the beautiful sky above her. The stars looked bigger and brighter that ever in the cloudless sky and Buffy could see the smallest part of a shadow on the moon.
‘Oh!’ She thought. ‘Faith brought me here to see the eclipse. Awwww, how sweet!’
When she finally brought her attention back to Faith, a huge smile crept up on her face at what she saw.
Laid before her was a large blanket, a bottle of wine, two glasses, a pair of candles surrounded by colored hurricane glass, and a bowl of fresh fruit. Faith was busy pulling a second blanket out of the duffle bag and didn’t realize that Buffy had crept up behind her until she felt a pair of this arms slide around her midsection.
She stood up and turned in Buffy’s arms so that she was facing the girl, their faces only inches apart.
“So,” Buffy began, “you brought me here to watch the eclipse?”
Faith chuckled. “You’re really kinda a master of the obvious, aren’t ya B? Yeah, I brought ya here for the eclipse. The fruit and wine was your Ma’s idea. Yunno, I figured that you’d like this girly type of shit.”
“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?” Buffy laughed. “I can’t believe my Mom gave you wine . . . how’d you manage that one?”
“I think that your Ma and me have an understanding. She wants the best for you and, well . . . that’s me.” Faith answered, flashing a huge smile and a wink. She looked up towards the sky and her eyes got wide. “Come on, B, the eclipse is startin’ already! We’re gonna miss it!”
She plopped down on the blanket and sat with her legs in a ‘v’, indicating for Buffy to come sit between them.
Buffy chuckled at Faith’s sudden enthusiasm but sat down in front of her nonetheless. She hadn’t been sitting there for more than ten seconds when she felt Faith wrap her arms around her stomach and pull her back against her. She put one of her hands on top of Faith’s on her stomach and grabbed her glass of wine with the other.
“This is kind of perfect.” Buffy said quietly as she leaned back further into Faith and glanced up to the sky.
“It kinda is.” Faith answered back just as quietly before starting to place soft kisses on Buffy’s shoulder, up her neck and on her jaw line.
She was feeling a million different things at that point. Excited, content, nervous, happy, comfortable, and tranquil all at the same time. But mostly, she was just feeling love. Love for her sister slayer, love for the time they were sharing together, love for the possibility of a future together. Love pure and simple. It was something that she had never felt before, or had at least not recognized until now.
And she wanted to tell the world.
After about 15 minutes, Buffy finally broke the silence with the thoughts that were in her head.
“I wonder what Willow’s gonna say when I see her tomorrow. I bet she’ll be all stutter-y and blush-y. She sounded pretty ‘okay’ on the phone; I just hope she’s the same way in person.”
“She’ll be fine, B. You’re like a sister to her. She loves ya, yunno?”
Buffy smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
Faith felt like it was her opportunity then and there to let the blonde know just how she felt. The fear of rejection, the fear of acceptance . . . it all went away when she felt Buffy’s small hand lovingly stroking her arm.
She gathered up all of her courage and after another minute of silence, she finally spoke.
“I don’t think ya have anything to worry ‘bout, B. They all love ya.” She took a deep breath and finally spoke the words she’d been waiting to say. “Even me. I love ya too.”
Buffy smiled and laughed quietly. “I love them too. And you. You know I love you back, right Faith?” She asked innocently. She didn’t quite get exactly what Faith was trying to say to her.
So the brunette tried it once more.
“Umm, yeah, I know. But, I don’t just love you B . . . I’m . . .” she paused, “. . . I’m kinda IN love with you.” She didn’t have to wait long for a reaction as Buffy spun around and stared her in the eyes.
“You . . . you’re . . .” Buffy stammered.
“In love with you.” Faith finished, staring her in the eyes in hopes of conveying all of her unsaid feelings.
“Since when?” Buffy asked quietly.
Faith chuckled. “Since always, I think.”
They kept their eyes locked together as several moments of silence passed. After what seemed like an eternity to Faith, Buffy finally responded by fully turning her body so that they were now chest to chest.
Buffy brought her hands up and cupped Faith’s face, running her thumbs over Faith’s lips before leaning in to taste them. She didn’t say the actual words back, but her feelings were clearly conveyed in the gentle and loving manner in which she was kissing the brunette.
There they sat under the stars on a blanket on a hill, both suddenly oblivious to the eclipse that was happening directly over their heads.
They were too busy dealing with their own cosmic event.
Day Six
When the two Slayers had finally made their way back to their dorm room on Sunday night, neither wanted to be without the other for any amount of time.
After making love all night long, they decided in the morning on Monday to take that much needed ‘day off’ that they had been talking about.
They stayed in their room all day long, skipping their classes while avoiding every other distraction presented to them. Buffy had placed a call to Joyce and told her that they would be by to pick up their laundry on Wednesday, and she disconnected the phone after that.
Truthfully, they really had no need for the laundry. They remained naked in bed for most of the day, spending their time sleeping, cuddling, making love repeated times, and watching TV.
Faith got dressed for a grand total of about 30 minutes so that she could go a pick up the food that they had ordered. But as soon as she crossed the threshold to their room, Buffy had her stripped and on the bed before she could even put the food down.
When it came time to patrol, Buffy called Giles to get out of it for the evening. However, she was pleasantly surprised when he told her that she and Faith should take the evening off. His exact words? ‘After a cosmic event like last night, most demons and creatures take a night off. Perhaps you and Faith should take the time to study or catch up on other chores’.
Needless to say, there was no arguing involved.
As night finally fell and the two Slayers went to sleep, it was as it had been the few nights before: both girls nestled into one another, content smiles on both of their faces. The only different this time was that instead sleeping so that one of them faced away from the other, they slept with limbs entangled, facing towards one another.
Heart to heart.
“B! Where’s my underwear?” Faith yelled towards the bathroom as she frantically searched through the disheveled room.
They had both overslept and were now frantically trying to get ready and get to their classes on time.
“Where they always are, Faith: in your drawer.” Buffy answered back while blow-drying her hair.
Faith ran over to her dresser and opened all of the drawers, finding them all to be mostly or completely empty.
“No, they’re not!” She cried out frustrated.
Buffy turned off the blow-dryer and scurried into the room, trying to put her socks on as she walked. She glanced in Faith’s drawers and then looked around.
“They all must’ve been in the wash. Here, take a pair of mine.”
Faith caught the dainty pair of bubble-gum pink undies that Buffy threw at her and raised an eyebrow.
“B, I know that I’ve been tryin’ to get in your panties for awhile, but this gives it a whole different meaning.”
Hearing Buffy sigh in frustration, she stopped her complaining and put on the underwear.
“Okay,” Buffy began as she continued to get dressed, “I’ve got classes till 2:00, then I’ve gotta get to the computer lab and catch up on some work. I won’t be back ‘til 8:00. Oh, shoot! I’ve gotta run to my moms and get the laundry. Better make that 10:00.”
“Right. I’ve got classes ‘til 3:00, then I gotta work ‘til 9:00. How ‘bout this: I’ll shower and get changed at work. Then I’ll do a quick patrol after I’m done, and I can meet you up at the campus bar afterwards. Say . . . 10:30?” Faith said hurriedly as she finished getting dressed and threw a few books in her bag.
By the time she finished speaking, she was standing at the door with her bag in hand, ready to make a mad dash across the campus to get to her class.
“Deal.” Buffy said as she finished dressing and grabbed her bag, meeting Faith at the door.
“Love ya, baby.” Faith said as she grabbed Buffy around the waist and kissed her hard and fast.
“Me too.” Buffy said against the brunette’s lips. “Now go, you’re so late.”
At that, both girls made their way out of their room, ready for a busy day.
Both Slayers simultaneously entered the Campus bar at 10:30 on the dot. They immediately made their way up to the bar where they were greeted by a grinning Xander, a smiling Tara, and a blushing Willow.
Seeing the look on Xander’s face, Buffy pouted.
“Will! You told Xander?!”
“I . . . I didn’t mean . . . I . . . yes.” The blushing red-head stammered.
“No need to be embarrassed, ladies.” Xander cut in, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m perfectly fine with the girly-loving. In fact, I wouldn’t be totally against some public displays of affection as we speak.” Seeing the evil glares he was getting from all four women, he continued. “Or I could just shut up and get you some drinks. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
Faith stepped up behind Buffy and wrapped her arms around her, and the blonde instinctively pushed back even further into the other girl. The new-found closeness of the two girls wasn’t lost on any of the others, but they didn’t make a big spectacle of the fact. Mostly because it had been so long since they had seen either of the two slayers looking that happy and content.
After about an hour had passed, the group of friends was distracted from their quiet conversation when a group of rowdy young men came in. They turned their attention towards the young men and the air suddenly became tense when they saw that Parker was among the men.
And again, it didn’t go unnoticed as Buffy tensed up and pulled away from Faith, fixing up her appearance as she kept an eye on Parker.
The look of hurt on Faith’s face was caught by everyone but Buffy. Willow and Tara watched as Faith went from looking hurt to just looking pissed. Xander, not wanting to get caught up in the female drama, suddenly found some actual work to do.
“I can’t believe he just strolls in here like that after what he does to all these girls.” Buffy stated as she continued to glance at him.
Faith, ignoring her boiling blood, tried to soothe her girlfriend.
“It’s not somethin’ you have to worry about anymore, B. So, why don’t you come back here and we . . .” she stopped speaking when, after reaching out her hand to pull Buffy back to her, found that the blonde pushed it away.
A bitter smile crept up on her face as she shook her head in disbelief.
“I can’t fuckin believe you, B. One sidelong glance from Parker-fuckin-Abrams and you’re fuckin droolin over him again?” Faith asked bitterly.
Buffy just gave her an angry glance.
“I’m not ‘drooling’ over him, Faith. You need to get your facts straight.”
Faith chuckled, her anger seething. “Yeah? Fine. I’m wrong. So why don’t you come back here and sit on my lap, baby?”
Buffy just looked at her. “Because I’m not gonna try to make him jealous by hanging all over you. That’s not my style.”
Faith laughed bitterly as she stood up and put on her jacket.
“Yeah, you’re right. I guess that ‘hanging all over me’ was never really your style, was it?”
She turned to walk away but stopped when she heard Willow call out to her.
“Faith, wait! You . . . you shouldn’t leave like this. Don’t walk away mad.” Willow said.
Again, Faith laughed bitterly. “I’m not mad, Red. I’m stupid. I shoulda known this woulda happened when I finally let down my guard. Guess I’ll just have to learn from my mistakes, yeah?”
With that said, Faith turned around and stormed out of the bar. She wasn’t sure where she was going to go, but she knew it had to be far away from her sister Slayer.
The pain of just seeing her was suddenly too much, and Faith ran from the bar with tears in her eyes and a driving pain in her heart.
