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Trials & Tribulations

by Faith Boreanaz


Rating: R/NC-17
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Summary: Set in an au where Faith and Buffy are together, so nothing can come between them, can it? Contains Het and Slash.

Part One: Missing you

Buffy and Riley walked along Sunnydale's quiet streets.

"So how long's it been now?" Riley asked.

"Three weeks, four days."

"Whoa. How are you able to hold on?"

"I don't know." Buffy laughed.

There was a short pause before Riley asked, "Look, Buffy, I know we're not together anymore, but I'd still like to think I can be there for you."

Buffy stopped walking and looked into the sincere eyes of her ex.

"Thanks Riley. It means a lot to me that we can still be friends."

"Always," he replied, returning and holding her gaze.

Buffy broke the stare. "Looks like the vamps are snoozin' tonight, so I think I'll go home."

"Oh, you're not coming to the party?"

"Nah, I'm gonna have to take a rain-check. I'm really tired and I want to be at home in case Faith calls."

Riley nodded. "I guess I'll see you round."

"Yeah," she replied.

He turned and set off in a different direction to that of Buffy who headed down her street.

Upon reaching her house, Buffy searched her bag for her keys. Seconds after she had unlocked her front door, the phone rang. The blonde dropped her weapons, closed the door behind her and ran upstairs. Pushing in her room door and rushing in, she picked up the receiver at her bedside.

"Hello," she breathed into the receiver.

"Hey babe."

"Faith!" Buffy recognised, excited. She sat down on her bed and removed her shoes, catching her breath.

"I've got you panting already," Faith joked.

"I've been running."

"Oh. So what's up girlfriend?"

"Not much. I miss you so much, when are you coming home?"

"Believe me B, I'd be there with you if I could. These pricks got me jumpin' through hoops an' shit."

"Then why don't you just leave?"

"And have them send guys after me?"

"Please, we can take anyone the council send at us."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna live lookin' over my shoulder anymore. I just want a peaceful life with my girl. If it means doing what the council wants for a couple of months, then I'll do it."

Buffy sighed. "O.k. You will be here for our anniversary though?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"Good," Buffy replied taking off her coat and settling into bed. She flicked on her bedside lamp.

"So, what have you been doing?" Faith asked.

"Not much. I just came back from patrolling actually."

"Yeah? How was it?"

"Peaceful. Seems now that you're away, the vamps are giving me a break."

Faith laughed.

"What have you been doing?" Buffy asked.

"Thinking 'bout you," she replied. "I couldn't stop. Last night, I kept imagining you were here."

"Really?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah," Faith replied taking in a deep breath. "You know, if I close my eyes, I can see you here with me."

Buffy closed her eyes, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I want you to be here so badly, I can almost feel you."

"You alone?" Faith asked.

"Yeah," Buffy replied.

"I bet you're wicked horny from your patrol."

Buffy smiled, "oh yeah."

"What you wearin'?"

Buffy fiddled around with her clothes. "If...you...give me a...minute...a bra and panties."

"O.k." Faith continued. "I want you to take your hand and trace a pattern on your chest, nice and slow just like I would do it, if I was there..."

"Yeah," Buffy replied, obeying.

"O.k. now take your finger down along your stomach and further down. You doin' that baby?"

"Uh-huh," Buffy managed, her heart beating faster.

"Good. Now take your fingers lower and let them slip under the waist band of your panties."

"Yeah," Buffy groaned, now entranced.

"O.k., now put your hand.....shit! B, I gotta go."

Buffy snapped out of her trance and attempted to protest but couldn't when she heard the line cut. The slayer sighed. *Ugh!* she thought, *Just like Faith to get me all worked up and leave me hangin'*. She bitterly switched off her bedside lamp and tried to get to sleep.

Part Two: Living

Faith woke up to the sound of the catch being released on the door to her room. *Right on time,* she thought, getting up and turning towards it, to see the man hired by the council to record her every move.

"Faith, it's time to get up," he told her.

"Hey D," she greeted, searching him with her eyes. "No breakfast today?"

"I'm sorry. I've been instructed not to provide you with any luxuries today after yesterdays antics."

"Aw c'mon, I was jus' callin' my girlfriend who's real worried about me and I get punished for it?"

"You know the rules, Faith, you're not allowed to make phone calls unless given permission by Mr. Travers."

"I know, but he wasn't around and I miss her so much," Faith told him. "You can't let them punish me for loving someone D."

Dave seemed to be caving in.

"Please," she asked flashing him a sexy grin. "I'd be wicked grateful and do almost anything..."

He thought about it, his mind lingering on the 'anything'. "O.k.," he told her. "I'll see what I can do. But right now you have to go downstairs and train."

"Whatever you say," she replied, putting on a sleeveless top and leaving the room, making sure to brush past him on the way.

Faith walked down the hall, leaving Dave staring after her, mesmerised.

Buffy woke up to the racket coming from downstairs. She got up and threw on some clothes. The slayer half-sleepwalked downstairs and went towards the source of the noise.

"Oh, Buffy, you're up," Dawn said, fiddling with the kitchen cupboards.

"Yeah," Buffy replied, yawning. "But it has nothing to do with the huge racket you're making."

"Oh, Sorry," Dawn replied continuing to make noise. "I was just about to make breakfast, you want something?"

Buffy yawned again. "No thanks. The last time I ate something a-la Dawn I couldn't see food again for a week."

Dawn made a face in response as Buffy left the kitchen and headed into the living room. She flopped down onto the sofa and flicked on the t.v. with the remote.

"Are you gonna be a slob all day?" Dawn asked her sister. "Cause Riley, Xander and Anya called to say they were stopping by."

"Great," Buffy replied, almost sarcastically, while getting up.

"Do you know how Riley likes his eggs?"

"No. Why?"

"No reason." Dawn defended. "Is it a crime to wanna make a person's eggs the way they like?"

Too tired to inquire further, Buffy dismissed her sister's question.

"I'm gonna take a shower," she announced getting up and leaving the room.

She climbed upstairs and returned to her bedroom. The slayer glanced over at her bedside table, at the photo sitting on it of Faith and herself. In the picture, Faith was holding her and smiling one of her cheesy grins. Not that Buffy's grin wasn't silly, but Faith's was exceptionally happy. She remembered how great life had been for them before the Watcher's council took Faith away from her. Buffy sighed. *She's coming home on Friday,* she reminded herself, picking up her towel and heading for the shower.

Buffy came downstairs to find Xander and Anya already there with Dawn. Xander was watching t.v. while Dawn and Anya were playing monopoly.

"I just don't understand why I have to give you $200 just because you passed go," Anya told a frustrated Dawn. "I mean what kind of game is this?"

"That's just how it is," Dawn told her. "I think I should be the banker now."

Buffy smiled and walked past them to sit on the sofa next to Xander.

"Hey Buff," he greeted. "How are you holding up?"


"You didn't show at the party last night."

"Yeah. I didn't feel in the mood for partying. I'm in major brood-mode."

"Then I say partying is the best cure," her friend told her. "Look, come bronzing with us tonight. Everyone's gonna be there. I promise it will get your mind off Faith for a while."

Buffy thought about it, deciding to, when Xander pouted. "Alright, you got me, I'll go" she replied him, defeated.

"Cool!" Xander rejoiced. "Hear that Aun? Buffy's coming to the bronze with us."

"That's nice sweetie," Anya replied, before returning her gaze back to Dawn. "So I land on your property and I have to give you money!?! You should give me money! I wanna see the rule book.

Dawn sighed and handed her the book.

Faith returned to her room after a gruelling five hour training session. It seemed her instructor had been told to be stricter on her as the man wouldn't give her any breaks or let her stop until she'd sprained her ankle. The brunette hobbled into her room and closed the door behind her. In pain, she almost smiled when she glanced at her table to see food on it. There wasn't much, but she hadn't eaten all day and at least it was something. She sat down, careful not to aggravated her swollen foot and began to eat.

*If I play my cards right, they'll let me go by Friday,* she thought. *Then I can finally get my life back.*


Part Three: Endurance

Buffy arrived at the bronze to be welcomed immediately by a grinning Willow.

"Buffy, you made it!" she called over the loud music.

Buffy forced a smile.

"C'mon, everyone's sitting over here," Willow informed her, heading over to the booth where Xander, Anya, Tara and Riley were sitting.

"Hey," Buffy gestured.

"Glad you came," Riley told her.

"I second that," Xander added.

Buffy smiled and sat down next to Xander.

"So, Buff, how's everything been, y'know, since earlier?" he asked.

"Good," she nodded.

"Cool," he replied.

Everyone remained silent, frantically searching for something to say.

"Great band playing tonight," Riley eventually observed.

"Yeah," Buffy replied, causing everyone to nod in agreement.

There was another awkward pause and a lack of movement before Tara leaned over and whispered to Willow.

"O.k." Willow replied, grinning. She changed her expression before saying, "Me and Tara are gonna go."

"Guys," Buffy protested. "I just got here."

"I know, but Tara's not feeling too well."

Buffy looked at Tara who pulled a 'feeling sick' face.

"O.k." she sighed. "Get better."

Tara nodded and took Willow's hand leading her from the bronze, the others staring after them in silence.

"I bet Tara's not really sick and they're just going to have sex," Anya blurted out. She turned to Xander. "Why can't you make up a flimsy excuse like that so we can leave and go have sex too."

Xander let out an embarrassed laugh, "Aun, remember I told you that we were spending the evening with Buffy tonight?"

"It's o.k. Xander. If you guys wanna go I don't mind," Buffy interrupted.

Anya smiled. "Great," she said getting up and pulling Xander to his feet. "If we hurry, we can get in a few orgasms before your parents get home from Bingo."

Xander reddened and apologised to Buffy and Riley before following Anya out. The two remaining sat at the table and exchanged awkward glances and smiles. Lost for words, Riley asked, "So...you wanna dance?"

"Sure," Buffy replied, glad for the intermission from silence. She got up and followed him onto the dance floor.

The tall blonde pulled the slayer into his arms and they began to dance to the slow music playing.

After a few seconds, Buffy felt him stop and gaze into her eyes.

"I can't do this," he told her.

"What? Dance? You just let your feet move to the music," Buffy joked.

"You know what I mean," he told her. "I can't be around you like this and act like I'm not still in love with you."

Buffy stopped dancing. "Don't do this to, Riley. You were the one who left me, remember?"

"But I'm back now."

"And I'm with Faith. You can't just come back and tell me you love me. It's not fair."

Riley looked at her. "I'm sorry," he told her. "I'm so sorry I let you go."

"It's too late for that," she replied.

"But Buff-" he started.

"I have to go," she told him, stepping away from the marine.

"No you don't. I'm sorry."

"Me too," she replied, turning away and leaving the club.

Riley watched as Buffy left the club. He smiled. *She still loves me*

"A good slayer must have endurance," Faith was told as rolled around on the floor clutching her ankle and wincing with pain. Her instructor continued, "You have demonstrated lack of stamina and therefore I will be forced to inform Mr. Travers that you are not ready to go home."

"No!" Faith begged. "Please. I just need a sec." She slowly scrambled up trying to put all her weight on her good leg.

Once up, she took her stance and looked her trainer in the eye, "I'm ready."


Buffy arrived home to find Dawn in the living room.

"How was the bronze?" she asked.

"It was o.k."

"Was Riley there?"


"Good," Dawn said exhaling, "I thought he might be ill or something, you know, cause he didn't show this morning."

Buffy remained silent and turned towards the staircase.

"Before you ask, no, Faith hasn't called," Dawn told her turning to watch t.v.

"Uh, yeah." Buffy replied climbing the stairs. "I'm gonna go to bed now, I'm kinda tired."

"Kay," Dawn replied.

"Make sure you don't stay up too late." Buffy called down.

She went into her room and closed the door, reflecting on the evening's events.


Part Four: Preparations

Dave knocked on Faith's door.

"Come in," he heard.

He entered her room holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Are those for me?" the gorgeous brunette inquired.

"Yeah," he told her.

She took them from him and set them down on her table. "Thanks, they're beautiful."

"So are you."

Faith smiled, her brown eyes sparkling.

Dave took his cue and pulled the brunette into his arms. He kissed her for what seemed like hours. Faith eventually broke the kiss and back-stepped towards the bed, sitting down and patting the space next to her. Dave removed his jacket before he stepped towards her and sat down. He leaned in to kiss her forcing her onto her back. Stopping briefly to remove his shirt, he allowed Faith time to strip down to her underwear before slowly kissing her again. He straddled her thighs and deepened the kiss.

"Mmmm....Dave, stop," she told him, re-positioning herself. "Kiss me down there."

Dave stopped kissing her lips and moved down her body. Stopping when he reached her panties, he pulled them down off her and looked up to see her smiling. Dave leaned in and began to kiss her, licking and sucking her slit. Feeling the moisture building, he increased the pace with his mouth while feeling down his own body to his fly. He undid the button to his jeans and pulled them down releasing his throbbing erection. Dave climbed up on top of the brunette and positioned his member at her entrance.

"Do it," she instructed.

Dave obeyed and slid into her slowly.

Faith moaned in response.

Dave began to thrust in and out and out of her body, keeping a constant rhythm. He leaned in and kissed the brunette who moaned into his mouth. He could feel her inner-walls clenching around him and his orgasm fast approaching. He increased his pace determined to make her orgasm before him. He succeeded, as Faith soon climaxed calling out his name and repeating it over again, her voice changing with every call.

Dave woke up to realise he was being shaken. Realising himself, wiped his mouth of its drool, stood up and saluted, "Oh, er, Mr Travers," he recognised.

"Sleeping on the job, David?"

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't get much sleep last night. You see I-" he managed before he was interrupted by his boss.

"Anyway, Dave, I was informed that £800 is missing from the council's account, might I ask why?"

"Oh, erm, that was the money I used to pay for Faith's, er, miss Logan's, ticket to Sunnydale."

"What? Why?" Quentin asked, angry.

"You told me to, Mr Travers."


"Wednesday, remember. We were in the courtyard and-"

"You fool! I only said that because she was there. I wanted her to believe that we were letting her go on Friday so that she would co-operate. Miss Logan can be quite feisty otherwise."

"So you're not letting her go back?"

"Of course not, Nitwit! Sunnydale already has a slayer. Miss Logan is to be re-located on a new project in the middle east, once her training is complete. Her trainer informs me that she lacks endurance."

"Oh but sir, she's worked so hard and she's already told her girlfriend to expect her. You have to let her go."

"I don't have to do anything David and for your information, I don't pay you for your opinion so keep it to yourself."

Dave nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Now go and cancel that flight and make sure that money appears back in the company account or it's your neck on the line."

"Yes sir," Dave replied, as Mr Travers left the room slamming the door behind him.

"Thanks for doing this Willow. I know it must be killing you to skip class."

"Not at all Buffy, yours and Faith's evening is way more important."

She picked up crotch-less panties. "What about these?" she asked holding them up.

"Way too obvious," Buffy replied. "I don't want Faith to think I've given this too much thought."

Willow dropped the underwear.

"Oooh, now that I like," Buffy told her, pointing at some blue lingerie.

"Yeah," Willow agreed. "You'll have her drooling."

Buffy picked up the underwear and added it to the pile of clothes she had already chosen. The two women continued through the store.

Willow suddenly stopped. "Hey Buffy," she said, with a smile. "All the kinky stuff's over there." She pointed to the back of the store.

Buffy followed her gaze, a grin spreading on her face. "Why do I get the feeling this is not your first time in this store?" she asked.

"I've only been here once before," Willow defended.

"Sure," Buffy replied, as they walked over to browse around.

"Is Faith into kink?" Willow asked.

"I wouldn't know. We haven't really talked about it. Although there was this one time she told me about other things she does with her stake, besides slaying."

Willow cringed, "Whoa. O.k. too much information."

"Sorry," Buffy replied.

Willow search through the items.

"Hey! They didn't have rope before." Willow exclaimed, she picked a bundle up. "I was looking for some rope when Tara wanted to play Indiana Jones." She explained, looking over at her friend who raised an eyebrow. Willow blushed. "Rope?"

"Nah," Buffy replied. "I haven't seen Faith for a month, I don't wanna prolong the sex any longer than it has to be."

Willow laughed and put down the rope. "I'm happy for you guys. Friday is gonna be so perfect, I'm gonna help you make sure. What time is Faith getting back?"

"Her flight gets in at two, so around three-ish."

"O.k." Willow said, thinking. "You'll still be in class by then-"

"Are you kidding? I'm so gonna cut. I've been obsessing about Faith getting back for an age."

"No," Willow disagreed. "You've gotta curb your hormones and keep her waiting. Don't you know that absence makes the sex drive longer?"

"Isn't it absence makes heart grow fonder?" Buffy asked.

"Well, yeah, but the longer you're apart, the better the sex'll be. Trust me."

Buffy laughed. "O.k. I'll take your word for it."

"Good, so after class on Friday, come back to my place. I'll have a bottle of champagne, a bouquet of flowers there. We'll do your makeup and find you something slutty yet tasteful to wear."

Buffy laughed. "Thanks Will."

"No problem. Oooh, remind me to pick Dawn up from school so that you two have the house to yourselves."

Buffy smiled thinking about it.

"C'mon, let's go and pay for this stuff," Willow told her. "If we hurry, we can still catch the end of class."

Buffy rolled her eyes and followed her friend to the counter.


Dave knocked on the door to Faith's room.

"Yeah!" he heard.

He entered to see Faith packing her things.

"Oh hey D, I'm glad you stopped by. I wanted to say goodbye and thank you for everything."

Dave looked at her with misery on his face.

"Aw, don't gimme that face, D, you'll make me blush."

Dave sighed running his hand through his short brown hair. "Faith, I'm sorry," he told her. "I was told to cancel your flight. Mr Travers isn't letting you go."

"What?" Faith asked. "But I did everything he asked me to."

"I know. He's just a ponce."

Faith sighed. "So when can I go?"

Dave remained silent and answered Faith with his distraught facial expression.

The slayer sat down on her bed, tears welling up in her eyes. Dave moved to console her but was stopped when she wiped her eyes.

"Dave, you've gotta get me out of here."

"I would if I could, Faith, but I can't."

"Bull, D. I know you have access to the company account. Just get me a flight out to Sunnydale and I'll do the rest. Please."

The brunette weighed the risks against the rewards. "O.k." he told her, after thinking about it. "On one condition."

"Anything," Faith replied.

He looked into her eyes, "You make a dream of mine come true."


Part Five: Friday

Buffy fidgeted in class and checked the clock again. *C'mon,* she thought. *Ring!*

The end of class bell finally rang. Grateful, Buffy shot up, knocking her things over in the process and causing everyone in the auditorium to turn and stare at her.

"I know you love History, miss Summers, but you don't have to be distraught it's over," The professor told her.

"Sorry," Buffy said blushing. She picked up her things.

"Class dismissed," he announced. "All except for Miss Summers who I want to see."

Buffy cursed internally, while the other students left the auditorium. She filed down the steps to the teacher's desk at the front.

Waiting until he and Buffy were alone, the professor turned to her before saying, "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Going on?" Buffy asked, desperate to cut the conversation short.

"Yes Buffy. You have been completely distracted today. All through the whole of my lesson, you were staring at the clock."

"I'm sorry professor Kay, it's just that I have to rush home."

"Family problems?"

"Er...sure. But I promise to be more focused in your next lesson."

"O.k., Buffy, just make sure you come back on Monday with your head out of the clouds."

"Will do," she told him, with a smile.

"Alright, you can go."

Buffy darted out of her class, running into Willow was stood outsidewaiting.

"What took you so long?" the wicca asked her
"Ugh! The professor wanted to talk to me," she replied. "C'mon let's go. Faith'll be home already and I don't want to keep her waiting."

Willow raced after Buffy who was already darting out of the college and towards the campus accommodation. They practically sprinted down the halls until they reached Willow's room. Once inside, Willow stopped, clutching her chest and taking sharp breaths. "Wow, I, haven't, run, that, fast, since, with the, fleeing in terror," she panted.

"Will, Faith. And the waiting," Buffy reminded her, agitated.

"Yeah, sure, o.k." Willow replied, her breathing returning to normal. She moved to her closet and pulled out the bags of supplies she had bought. "O.k. so do you want to change into the stuff now? You can wear it under your jacket and do the whole birthday present routine."

"Yeah," Buffy grinned. "Faith wont be able to control herself."

Willow smiled in agreement and rummaged in the bags. She pulled out two different types of lingerie.

"Alright, which one?" she asked.

"The blue one, definitely."

"Oooh, good choice," Willow told her, tossing it to her friend.

She re-opened her closet. "Oh yeah, I got the wine and.....ah....flowers." she said pointing over at the bouquet on her bed.

"Perfect," Buffy smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem," Willow assured her. "Now for your makeup."

Buffy returned home to find the house empty.

"Faith!" she called.

No answer.

She climbed upstairs before shouting, "Faith!"


Buffy returned downstairs. *Maybe she left a message.* She went over to the machine to see the neon zero flashing. The blonde picked up the phone and dialled directory enquiries.

"Directory enquiries" the operator answered.

"Hello, can you please put me through to British airways?" She asked.

"Certainly," The operator replied before transferring her.

"Good evening, Los Angeles British airways branch, Steven speaking, how can I help?"

"Hi, I'm just calling to find out if the flight nineteen from London Heathrow to Los Angeles was delayed."

"One moment madam."

Buffy waited while the operator checked the computer records.


"Hi," she replied.

"No. Flight nineteen from London arrived right on time at two o'clock, this afternoon."

Buffy's face fell. "Oh. Do you know if there are any other flights that might arrive here today?"

The operator checked. "I'm sorry, that was the only flight leaving London for Los Angeles today. All the flights from Heathrow have been cancelled today; there was a bomb scare."

"Oh. Thank you," Buffy replied, upset.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"It's just that I was trying to track down someone that should have been on that flight but she hasn't arrived yet."

"Ah," he replied. "Hmmm, I shouldn't really do this, but if you give me their name I can find out whether they boarded or not."

"Thanks," Buffy replied. "Her name is Faith Logan."

"Alright, give me a minute," he told her clicking away on the computer. "Miss Logan cancelled her ticket earlier. She didn't board the flight."

"Are you sure?" Buffy asked confused.

"Yes. She cancelled her ticket over the phone a few days ago."


"I hope that helps," he replied.

"Yeah, thanks," Buffy told him.

"No problem madam, bye."


Buffy dropped the phone. She walked into her empty living room, carrying her bottle of wine. She looked over at the bouquet of flowers she had brought that was lying on the floor and a tear spilled down her cheek. Buffy went to the kitchen to find a bottle opener. She found a wine glass, opened the wine bottle and poured herself some. Knocking back the wine, she poured herself another...


Buffy's solo drinking session was interrupted by the doorbell. She got up and stumbled to the door, swinging it open.

"Riley! Come in!" she told him.

"Buffy?" he asked, detecting a heavy scent of alcohol on her breath. He looked past her onto the living room to see an empty bottle of wine on the floor. "What's happened, why have you been drinking?"

"Faith. She-she didn't-" she started, a little woozy.

"Whoa!" Riley exclaimed catching her before she was about to fall. "We've gotta get you to bed," he told her picking her up and carrying her upstairs.


Part Six: Hangover

Buffy slowly opened her eyes allowing her room to come into focus. Her head throbbing she tried to remember the events of the night before. She threw back the cover before realising that she was naked.

*Oh no,* she thought.

She turned to see Riley lying asleep and also naked next to her

*Oh no. Hell no.*

She got up and out of the bed. Her head banging, she reached for the nearest article of clothing, a shirt, and put it on. Unable to face waking Riley without coffee, Buffy left the bedroom and went downstairs. The blonde was just reaching the kitchen when she heard a bunch of keys in the lock.

*Dawn,* she thought, turning around, only to be surprised when the door opened.

"Hey B," Faith said with a smile. She stepped away from the door, letting it slam behind her.

"Faith," was all Buffy could manage, staring in disbelief at the brunette in front of her. She hadn't changed much. Her hair was a little longer, but she was still beautiful. Her smile still with the ability to light up a room.

"I'm sorry I missed our anniversary; I couldn't get a flight out 'til this morning. Some guy was makin' noise about a bomb."

"Oh," Buffy replied.

Faith stood still, gazing at Buffy. "I've missed you so much. You're even hotter than I remembered."

A tear escaped from Buffy's eye before she could wipe it. Faith moved towards her, kissed her and held her in a tight embrace. She paused to stare at Buffy before she stepped back.

"C'mon," she motioned to her. "I've got so much I wanna tell you."

She picked up her suitcase and prepared to go upstairs pausing, as if waiting for permission from Buffy.

"You go ahead, I'll be right up," Buffy told her, almost speechless.

Buffy watched, still in shock as Faith walked up the stairs. The moment she'd been dreaming of had finally arrived and she felt empty. Her head throbbed as she was about return to the kitchen before she remembered,

*Oh my God, Riley.*

The slayer sprinted up the stairs after Faith.

"Faith! Wait!" she called after her, desperately hoping to attract Faith's attention before she reached the room.

Buffy found she was too late, she entered, preparing for the worst but found Faith sitting on the bed and Riley no where to be seen.

"What's wrong?" Faith asked.

Buffy searched the room, before discreetly breathing a sigh of relief. "Nothing. It's just that I didn't really give you a proper welcome home," she told her walking over and giving her girlfriend a kiss.

"I really did miss you," Faith told her unbuttoning the shirt Buffy was wearing and looking down to see her wearing no underwear.

She paused, "You go commando now?" Faith asked.

Buffy replied the question with a kiss. Faith turned Buffy onto her back on their bed. She stood up to remove her clothes before half-laying on top of her. Faith kissed Buffy hungrily while slowly moving her fingers down her stomach and to her pussy. Noticing a lack of enough moisture, Faith removed her fingers and licked them before she slowly penetrated Buffy with her fingers. She thrust into her slowly while still kissing her. Buffy moaned into her mouth when she felt Faith's thumb brush past her clit. She felt an orgasm building and she struggled to match Faith's tongue in her mouth with her own. Faith shifted her mouth's attention from Buffy's mouth to her neck. She kissed down Buffy's neck and reached her chest, her hand still working Buffy's lower half and causing Buffy to thrust her hips off the bed in the rhythm she had created. Faith took one of Buffy's nipples into her mouth licking and sucking it. Her tongue swirling around the stiff flesh, she heard Buffy moaning in response.

"Uh," Buffy moaned. "So....close."

After paying homage to Buffy's nipples, Faith took her mouth further down, kissing Buffy's flesh as she moved. She replaced her hand, at Buffy's pussy, with her mouth. Licking and sucking on Buffy's clit, Faith could feel Buffy's body shuddering beneath her. Buffy now thrusting into her mouth faster, was now close to her climax. Faith brought her hand back up to Buffy's entrance and used two fingers to send her into an orgasm. Buffy thrust up a final time and came into Faith's mouth. She lay back, trying to catch her breath while Faith used her tongue to clean and remove the cum from her. Once done, Faith moved up her girlfriend's body and gave her a kiss. Buffy tried to catch her breath.

Waiting for Buffy to return the favour, Faith asked, "You tired?"

"A little," Buffy replied, her breathing slowing, "I should-" she started to move to kiss the brunette.

"No," Faith told her with a smile. "You don't have to. You look like you could use a rest."

"Thanks," Buffy replied.

"S'o.k., I'm real tired myself. I guess a seven hour flight'll do that to ya."

Faith moved so she could get under the bed spread. She covered Buffy and held her in her arms. She kissed her on her forehead and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. Buffy looked at her girlfriend who was fast asleep after barely ten seconds.

*Must be jet lag,* she thought.

She settled into her arms about to close her eyes when she heard movement coming from the closet. Buffy heard the sound of a zipper move before the door opened to reveal a topless Riley.

"Oh my god," she whispered. She manoeuvred out of the bed careful not to wake Faith.

"Riley, you've gotta get out of here."

"That was so hot," he told her. "I feel like I've died and gone to heaven."

"Yeah, yeah. Go," Buffy replied, half-shoving him towards the door.

"Fine," he told her opening the door to leave. "I'll call you."

"Yeah," Buffy replied turning to look at Faith who was beginning to stir. "Now go."

She pushed Riley through the door and shut it quietly as he was asking for his shirt. Buffy tiptoed back to the bed and climbed into it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at the ceiling, silently thanking heaven, before closing her eyes, guilt and confusion plaguing her mind.


Part Seven: It's ok

"Will, what am I gonna do?"

"Nothing, Buffy, it was one drunken mistake, who hasn't made one of those? Just try to forget about it. Faith's home, remember? Try and focus on that."

"I've tried! But every time she looks at me or touches me, I-I freeze." She lowered her voice. "Last night, during sex, I actually felt sick when we finished. I couldn't move. Faith's going to suspect something's wrong soon. I just know it."

Willow thought about it. "Maybe you should talk to her."

"What!?! No. What would I say? Faith, while you were being tortured, I had sex with my ex-boyfriend. I'd lose her for good Will."

Willow thought about it. "I don't think so, she just might understand. I mean she was away for a long time."

Faith entered their bedroom, causing Buffy to wipe her eyes and adopt a happier tone.

"Sure Will, we'll see you there later."

"Did Faith just come in?" Willow asked.

"Yeah," Buffy replied.

"O.k. Promise me you'll talk to her and sort this out."


"Call me later, ok."

"Yeah, bye," Buffy replied, before replacing the receiver.

Faith joined her on the bed. She kissed her before looking her in the face. Buffy put on a smile.

"Have you been crying?" Faith asked.

"What? No...I...it's just that Willow...'s fish died.....I'm just emotional."

Faith was unconvinced. "You sure?"

Buffy looked into her eyes, full of sincerity and was unable to control herself. She burst into tears.

Faith immediately moved to hold her. "Hey. Ssssh, it's o.k." The slayer told her rocking gently. "Whatever it is, it's o.k."

Riley threw the basket ball to his roommate.

"So Ri, does this hot chick have a name?" he asked, receiving the pass.

"Yeah," Riley replied with a smile. "But it's not one I want you knowing. I don't want this news all over campus."

Graham laughed. "Well, I'm glad you got over that Buffy chick. She cut you up and left you out to dry!"

He took a shot at the hoop and whooped as the ball went into the net.

Riley retrieved the ball, stepped back and took a shot.

"Well, things were different back then. I wasn't ready for a serious relationship. Now I know how I feel about her. I can see us getting married and starting a family."

"Nah-uh. You're not telling me that this new chick you hooked up with is Buffy Summers, are you?"

"And if it is?"

"Are you seriously gonna go down that road again?" Graham asked, holding onto the ball and taking Riley by the shoulders.

"I'm telling you, it's different now," Riley replied. "I love her and this time, I'm not letting her go."

"Well that's your problem man, 'cause I'm telling you, that girl is bad news."


Faith awoke to see Buffy standing in front of the mirror admiring herself.

"Whoa," she stated, sitting up.

Buffy turned. "Faith, you're up."

"Yeah and loving the view," she replied, smiling at Buffy's short skirt and low cut top.

"You don't think it's too slutty?" she asked, checking the length of her skirt.

"Babe, with a body like yours, it's not slutty enough," Faith told her, smiling.

Buffy walked over to her girlfriend and gave her a kiss.

"You feeling better now?" Faith asked.

Buffy nodded.

"I'm sorry I keep blackin' out on ya, it's gonna take me a while to get off English time." She paused. "So do you wanna talk about what got you so upset?"

Buffy smiled, "Willow was just talking about the fish and I just got way too emotional. I'm fine now."

Faith searched her girlfriend's face. "You sure?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied. She took Faith's hand. "C'mon, we've gotta get ready; everyone's dying to see you and we've kept them over an hour already."

"Oh. I really didn't want to share you tonight, but I guess we could be with other people for a few hours. Who's there?"

"Xander, Willow and Tara."

"Army boy's not comin'?"

About to answer, Buffy was interrupted when the phone rang. She picked up the phone.

"Hello," Buffy answered.

"Buffy it's Giles, are you busy?"

"No Giles, what's up?"

"Nothing, I was just hoping to go patrolling tonight."

"Sure," Buffy replied, she needed to pummel something.

"Will Faith be coming or is she too tired?"

"Hold on, I'll ask her." Buffy covered the end of the receiver. "Faith, you wanna patrol tonight?"

"Sure," Faith replied with a grin. "I'll get hot `n sweaty with ya."

Buffy smiled before replying to Giles, "Yeah she'll be there."

"Alright. We'll meet at the library in ten minutes to get weapons."

"O.k. see you then, bye." Buffy dropped the phone and turned to Faith, "I guess we'll have to
patrol before the bronze."

Buffy ducked as Faith threw a vampire in her direction. She looked in confusion as Faith hit it, took
a sword and used it to slice a vampire in half before lopping off its head. Faith laughed maniacally as she turned and dusted the next one. She turned to see Giles and Buffy staring at her in confusion.

"Woo!" she screamed. "I haven't done that in a while. I forgot how good it feels!"

Giles removed his glasses and wiped them on his jacket. "Yes," he replied. "Do you girls want me to drop you off at home?"

"No," Faith replied, smiling. "We'll patrol some more. You go home. C'mon B," she said running
off, sword in hand, leaving Buffy and Giles staring.

"Hey you two, what took you so long?" Xander asked Buffy and Faith as they arrived at the table in bronze.

"Patrol," Faith replied.

"Yeah? How was it?"

"Rough," Faith replied, smiling.

"Lots of vampires?" Willow asked, noticing Buffy only half-returning Faith's smile.

"Yeah," Faith replied. She winked and made a gun shape with each hand, "I'm parched, anyone want anything from the bar?"

"No thanks," Buffy replied.

"Nothing for me," Willow added.

"Oooh, can I get a u-hu?" Xander asked.

"Sure, I'll be right back," she told everyone, kissing Buffy and leaving.

Buffy sat down at the table next to Willow.

"I take it you didn't tell her?" She asked.

"No. I tried, but you should have seen her tonight, she was..." the slayer stopped herself. "No. I'm just going to try and put this thing behind us."

"Maybe that's the best thing." Willow replied.

"What's going on?" Xander asked, confused.

"Girl talk," Willow replied, smiling.

"Hey! I can talk girl talk."

"Sure you can," Faith replied, returning with drinks. "Here's your u-hu." She told Xander handing him his drink and sitting down. "So what are we girls talking about?"

Willow looked at Buffy who was grateful when the club's dj changed the track. She got up and pulled Faith to her feet. "They're playing our song, c'mon, let's go make some guys drool."

"Sound's like a plan," Faith replied, following her.

They were stopped by Riley's arrival.

"Hey army boy," Faith greeted.

"Hi Faith," Riley replied. "Buffy."

Buffy paled. "Hi Riley. Faith and I were just about to leave."

"Aw come on, you guys just got here," Xander whined. "Go, dance, make some guys drool."

"Xander quiet," Willow told him. "If Buffy wants to leave, she can leave."

Faith remained silent, sensing something wrong. She followed as Buffy charged out of the club.

Once outside, she stopped.

"B, what's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm sorry. Please, lets just go home. I'm really tired."

"Ok," Faith agreed, though not satisfied with Buffy's response.


Part Eight: Hungry

"Buffy, that's the third time you've been sent out of class. Let me take you home," Willow told her friend who was lying in the sick bay.

"No Will, I'm fine." Buffy assured her, "It must have been the cafeteria's version of macaroni and cheese that's doing this to me."

"It could be," Willow replied. "You ate enough of it."

Buffy laughed for a brief second before she got up and ran to the toilet again.

The nurse entered the room, "That's the fifth time today. I think Buffy's allergic to the secret sauce they're using in the canteen."

"This is why I bring my own lunch," Willow stated, while listening to the vomiting sounds coming from the bathroom.

Buffy returned home to find Faith already there.

"Hey baby, happy anniversary." Faith half-sang kissing her girlfriend.

*Oh crap, that was what she was hinting about last night.* "Oh my God, Faith, I'm sorry. It slipped my mind," Buffy apologised.

"Don't worry about it, I missed our last one, so I guess we're even."

Buffy sighed, "Thanks."

"I thought tonight, I'd take you out to a fancy restaurant; you know, make up for last month."

"Sounds great," Buffy lied, still feeling nauseous.

"Cool," Faith replied. "I'll call a taxi."

"What will you be having tonight ladies," the waiter asked.

Buffy looked at the menu, "I'll have the chicken with a side order of rice and the fish with coleslaw on the side. Oooh and the lobster. Faith?"

"Those are rather large meals," the waited informed.

"I know," Buffy replied.

Faith looked at the waiter slightly embarrassed. "Chicken," she told him, handing him her menu.

The waiter took the menus, half-bowed and left.

"Wow, I'm starved," Buffy told her.

"Yeah, I noticed," Faith replied.

The blonde blushed.

Faith changed the subject. "How was your day?"

"Ok," Buffy replied. "Even though I was sick all day."

"Maybe it's because you're eating so much," Faith thought aloud.

Buffy blushed again.

"I'm sorry," Faith replied. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

The two sat in silence until the waiter arrived with the food and set it out in front of them.

"Chicken, rice, fish, coleslaw and lobster," he said, setting the down the four rather large plates in front of Buffy. He eyed the petite blonde in confusion, before giving Faith her order and wheeling the trolley to the next table.

Buffy began to devour her food while Faith prodded her salad. She looked up at her lover and sighed before getting back to her meal.

"So how was it?" Dawn asked when her sister and Faith arrived home.

"Great," Faith replied sarcastically.

Buffy rushed past the both of them, covering her mouth and ran upstairs to the bathroom.

*What the hell* Faith thought, staring after her, speechless. She followed Buffy upstairs.

"You ok," she asked, entering the bathroom.

"Ugh, I'll be fine," Buffy replied, washing her mouth and face.

Faith nodded and left, going into their bedroom.

Buffy shortly joined her and entered into their bed. Upon entering, Faith leaned over and kissed her, causing the blonde to pull back.

"No, Faith, please. I don't feel so good."

"You never feel good," Faith groaned, trying to kiss her again.

Buffy pushed her away, harder.

"That hurt," Faith replied, angry.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Faith responded, turning her back to her lover, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes.


Part Nine: Decisions

Buffy walked into the surgery.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice Dr. Walker," she said, taking a seat.

"No problem at all miss Summers," the doctor replied, looking at her patient's file. "So you say you've been tired, moody and have been vomiting."

Buffy nodded, "Yeah. Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"I will," the doctor replied, smiling. "But first I'll need you to give me a urine sample."

She handed Buffy a plastic container.

Buffy got up. About to leave, she inquired further, "But off the top of your head, do you have any ideas?"

"You say you're in a relationship?" the doctor asked.

"Yes," Buffy replied.

"Well Ms. Summers, off record I would say that you're probably pregnant."

"What!" Buffy replied. "No. That's impossible. I haven't had..."she managed before a horrid realisation struck her.

"Well nothing is certain as yet. As I said, we'll test the sample and get back to you."

"Yeah. Thanks," Buffy replied leaving the room in shock.

Riley hung up the phone. He turned to his roommate. "No answer," he told him.

"Give it up man," his friend replied. "She doesn't want you."

"She does, I know it." He got up. "I have to go over there."

"Man you've lost it, I'm starting to feel sorry for this girl."

Riley picked up his jacket. "Tell Professor Walsh, I'll be back in time for briefing tonight." He told Graham, leaving.


"You're pregnant?!" Willow screamed.

"I don't know yet. The doctor said she'll call in a few days," Buffy replied.

"Well that's...I mean..." Willow replied, struggling to articulate. She paused. "What if you are pregnant?"

Buffy thought about it. "I don't know what to do. Maybe I could just not tell her. Pretend everything's normal."

"She'll kinda notice if you have a huge bump in a few months."

Buffy thought about it. "I'll just have to have a termination."

"What?" Willow asked. "Think about this. This could be your only chance to have a baby with Faith. You can't kill it. No pun intended."

"You don't understand. Faith is starting to scare me. Ever since she came back from England she's been acting-" she stopped herself.

"Faith would never hurt you," Willow told her friend.

"I'm not so sure," Buffy replied.


Part Ten: Complications

"Did she say when she'd be back?"

"No, sorry," Tara replied.

"Tell her to call me when she gets back, ok."

"Of course. Are you ok, Buffy? You sound upset."

"I'm fine," Buffy replied.

"If you're sure. Look, I'll tell Willow to call you when she gets back."

"Thanks Tara."

"No problem. Bye Buffy."

"Bye," Buffy replied, dropping the phone. She walked into the living room and took a seat. Her mind plagued with worry, she sat remembering her conversation with the doctor. She really needed a sympathetic ear.

Faith arrived home.

"Buffy!" she called.

"In here," Buffy replied.

Faith followed the reply into the living room. "Hey babe," she said, kissing Buffy and sitting down.

"How was work?" Buffy asked her.

"It was great. Being this close to the holidays, we're getting a rush of orders. I'm gonna be making so much money, we might even get to go away. Just the three of us. What d'ya think?"

"Yeah," Buffy replied, unenthused.

"Babe, what's wrong? Oh, did you go see the doctor?"



"We'll get the results in a few days."

"Oh. Did she tell you what it might be?"

"No," Buffy replied, her guilty look mistook for one of nervousness by Faith.

She pulled Buffy into a tight embrace. "It's ok babe," she told her. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Buffy forced a smile.

"I missed you, ya know?" Faith whispered, kissing her neck.

Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, glad when the door bell went.

Faith pulled back. "Damn, so close," she said, before smiling. "I'll get it."

She went to the door and opened it.

"Army boy."

"Faith," Riley replied, disheartened.

"Come in," Faith told him.

Riley entered. "Is Buffy here by any chance?"

"Yeah," Faith replied, looking towards the living room.

Riley stepped past her. "Hey," he said to the blonde slayer.

Buffy's return gesture seemed forced.

Noticing the awkwardness, Faith spoke. "Hey, I gotta take a shower. I'll leave you guys to it," she said, leaving when met with no objections.

When Riley could no longer hear footsteps, he went into the living room and sat down near Buffy.

"I've been trying to call you," he told her. When faced with no response, he continued. "Buffy, we need to talk."

"About what?"

"Us," Riley told her.

"Riley, there is no us."

"Then why did we sleep together?"

"God Riley, that happened over a month ago, why wont you just let it go?"

"Because I know that it meant something. I can't stop thinking about it."

Buffy remained silent.

"Damn it Buffy, you can't deny you felt something that night."

"You're right, I did. I felt disgusted with myself for letting it happen. Please Riley, just let it go. It didn't mean anything to me and I'm sorry if that hurts you, but it's the truth."

"If it meant nothing, I take it you told Faith about it."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Oh I think there is," Riley replied, sinisterly. He realised himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't....It's just that this is so hard."

"I'm sorry."

"So am I," he replied getting up. "Look, I have to patrol tonight. Why don't you come with me?
Just the two of us, like old times."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Now you're saying we can't even be friends."

"We'll always be friends Riley-"

"Just nothing more."

Buffy didn't reply.

"I'll see myself out," he told her, leaving. He stopped to say something, then decided against it and left.

Buffy heard the door slam, followed a few seconds later by a car screeching off. She took a deep breath.

*Son of a bitch* Faith thought, listening from upstairs. She clenched her fist, her knuckles changing shade with the intense pressure. She remained seated on the stairs, thinking of the best course of action. Consumed by rage, the brunette decided to go downstairs. She stood by the door and looked into the living room. "B, I'm gonna step outside for a minute." She told her.

"Yeah," Buffy replied, not bothering to turn and look at her.

Faith fought the urge for confrontation. She looked at Buffy in disgust before leaving the house.

Once, Buffy heard Faith leave, she got up and left the living room. She went upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Buffy turned on her bedside lamp and sat down on her bed. Unable to fight the tears, she began to cry. Tears fell from her eyes and stained the pillow. She sat, questioning about the decision she'd made, stopping when the phone rang. Buffy stopped crying. She took a deep breath and cleared her voice before answering the phone.


"Hey Buffy, Tara said you called."

"Yeah. Will, the results came and confirmed that I'm pregnant," Buffy told her, bursting into tears.

"Oh my God," Willow replied. "Do you want me to come over?"

"No....don't," Buffy replied. "Faith'll be back soon."

"I don't know what to say." Willow told her. She listened, giving Buffy time to express her pain.

When Buffy's sobbing quietened she asked, "Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

"I can't risk Faith finding out," Buffy replied. "I've booked a termination."

"Buffy, no. You can't make a decision like this without even telling Faith."

"Will, we went over this. I can't let her find out, I'll lose her for sure."

"No you wont Buffy, please, just talk to her."

"I've already made up my mind, the appointment's tomorrow."

"God! So soon?"

"Yeah. Somebody cancelled on short notice. I guess it was meant to be."

"No, Buffy. Look, I'm coming over."


Faith sat in the bar. "Another beer," she told the bar tender.

The bar tender served her another beer.

"Hey gorgeous," Faith heard. She turned around to see a tall brunette standing behind her. "Can I buy you a drink? You look like you could use one."

Faith got up. She clenched her fist and used it to punch the guy in the face; the punch's intensity so hard, it caused his nose to bleed. The guy reeled back and cried out, cupping his hands over his nose.

Faith watched, satisfied as blood poured from the man's face. "No thanks," she replied, sitting back down and drinking her beer.

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