by Kelly Smith
Spoilers: Set season three. But kinda different. Angel doesn't come
back to spoil the fun. Everyone is really nice. All grown ups are just super
understanding... and there's pretty much no angst. Frolicking Fuffy fun.
Dedicated: For Elaine Martin. Cos some days suck and it all just comes
down to what can make ya smile. Today sucks, and yes, she makes me smile.
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The Bronze was rocking. People were packed in and the
music was thumping, the air hanging heavy with the scent of energy, excitement
and in some cases lust. The gang were there, it was Friday night, of course
the gang was there. They had their usual comfy spot, hanging off and lounging
on the sofa’s, high in spirits, finding the fun.
Faith was commandeering the group, telling tales not only of slaying, but
also of her conquests… scanning the room for fresh meat, rating those
she had already discarded. She wasn’t being mean, she was only being
honest, and her friends were hanging off each of her words as if she was
some great explorer telling them of countries far away and exotic, places
they were yet to go to. She liked being the centre of attention. It was
still all new to her, the hanging out with people, learning to trust people
and sometimes she had to kick herself just to check she wasn’t dreaming.
She wasn’t though. It was all true.
She shifted herself now. Attention had waned for a minute, everyone was
focusing on Xander, listening to him tell the story of the time he almost
managed to almost get Cordy to almost let him get inside her pants. She
hadn’t though. Faith was sure of that… she could spot a virgin
from a mile away… especially the young hormone enthused male of the
species. And Xander was a virgin for sure. She’d bet her last dollar
She surveyed the little gaggle of friends. Willow plonked to the left of
Xander and Buffy perched to his right. Willow’s eyes shining with
laughter as Xander assured her that he could indeed get a new girlfriend
if he wanted one, he just wasn’t in the market for one yet. Wanted
to stay single for a while, check out the scenery. Consider his options.
He fixed his usual longing gaze on Faith. Allowed his eyes to travel her
curves, to linger on the flesh she had uncovered… to imagine just
for a second, that he would one day be able to go there. He knew he wouldn’t…
but still, didn’t hurt to look. He looked at Buffy often enough, and
now looking at Faith was also part of his daily routine. Sometimes he looked
at Buffy and Faith and imagined them together. And sometimes he got cramp
in his wrist.
The atmosphere changed around them as the band made their way off of the
stage. It had been a good set, nothing unusual, but good enough for the
Bronze. Oz stopped at the bar and then made his way over to the sofas. To
his girlfriend. He looked at Willow, took in the way she was glowing with
mischief, her face so solemn as she nodded her head up and down at Xander’s
words, but her eyes belying the truth. The amusement in them was plain for
all to see. As he threw himself down on the vacant sofa, Willow played adoring
girlfriend and made her way to his lap. It was kinda cute. Everyone looked
away as their tongues were reacquainted though… it was a show they
had seen enough times before to lose interest.
“So Oz, my guitar stroking friend, what’s the story from the
stage..? Any hot chicks you’re looking to pass my way? Maybe some
groupies looking for a little bit of action?”
They all rolled their eyes, desperation in a guy was never attractive.
“I think the groupies are only interested in the ‘actual’
He saw the disappointment as it crossed Xanders face. Sought to soften his
“But I’ll keep my ear to the ground.”
Buffy chimed in.
“Maybe YOU could play an instrument?”
“Yeah B… but I think there’s only one kinda instrument
that he knows how to play with, ain’t that right Xan?”
“You could always play it for me Faith, give it a retune…”
He fixed her again with his longing look, noticed the sexy smile play out
across her lips, the wiggle of eyebrows she looked his way.
“In your dreams? Every night?”
“Not EVERY night…” he thought about that as he said it,
felt himself colour. “…more of a err… weekend treat.”
“Guess your lucks in tonight then V boy, come dance with me, I’ll
show ya some moves.”
They made their way to the dance floor, her immediately pressing up to him,
letting him know everything he was missing, probably never gonna have. It
was a fun show to watch, one that kept the others amused.
“Hey Buff, you think she’ll ever put him out of his misery?”
Buffy considered that one. She knew Faith pretty well now, kinda knew what
she liked, what she went for in a guy… and she didn’t think
bumbling virgin was gonna cut it. Also..? She didn’t really think
she’d be happy if Xander and Faith did hook up. It just seemed a bit…
wrong. Not for any reason, not because she liked to have Faith as HER friend,
almost exclusively. No. It was just… wrong.
“I dunno Wills, I doubt it… but then it is Faith. Is there any
guessing what she’s gonna do next?”
“Huh?” they both looked to Oz. Hoped for elaboration.
“Well, the way I see it, Faith is an enigma… it’s half
of her charm. Why try and ruin that. Just settle in for the ride.”
He lent back into the sofa, removed his eyes from the show and went on to
contemplate other things. He liked Faith. Faith was cool. Didn’t see
a need to analyse that. So he didn’t.
“But what do YOU think Buffy? Do you think Faith would sleep with
Buffy let her eyes travel Faith’s flesh, let it linger on the places
that Xander was trying to find purchase, felt herself giggle as Faith expertly
handled him. Moving around him like a snake, coiling her body, but then
sliding out of reach as soon as he went for something too intimate.
“Nah… she’s not got that look, ya know?”
“Look? She has a look?”
“Oh yeah. She has got one hell of a look! She just fixes you with
it, lets her eyes kinda… I don’t know ‘penetrate’
you, and then the tongue, she does that thing where she moistens her lips,
just a little teeny bit of saliva, sitting there, begging to be…”
Buffy caught herself just in time. Naughty Faith thoughts were PRIVATE Faith
thoughts. No need to share with the gang, after all… not like it did
any harm. A little girl on girl in the head, did not a bad girl make.
Willow had been carried away by Buffy’s words though, by the intensity
of them, by the far away look in her eyes as she spoke them. And now she
wanted to know.
“To be what..? WHAT!”
“Uh… wiped! Yeah. Begging to be wiped.”
Buffy looked down at her drink, couldn’t face Willow’s inquisitive
stare, couldn’t miss Oz’s knowing grin. But Oz wouldn’t
say anything, he NEVER said anything.
“She has a look… and her mouth needs wiping… so she won’t
sleep with Xander cos she isn’t wiping her mouth… is that right?”
“Something like that Wills, something like that.” she didn’t
raise HER look from her drink, wanted the subject closed.
Xander and Faith chose that time to give up the disco fever, to rejoin their
friends, to seek out refreshment. This time though, Faith found herself
sat next to Buffy. Found black leather touching soft pastels and felt the
charge that it produced. Not static charge. Something more. Something that
made her pull extra hard from her bottle, taking in more liquid to douse
the flames of desire.
“So what did we miss? What hi-jinx ensued whilst I was giving Faith
a few pointers on the dance floor?”
“Nothing B?.. Too busy watching the show right?”
“You wish Faith, but believe it or not, I do have lots of things to
occupy my mind other then you.”
“Well… like what B? You spend every night with me. See me most
days. Ya probably even dream about me at night…”
“I do NOT!”
“Slayer dreams girlfriend, don’t get your panties in a wrangle…”
The gang looked on as the banter ensued. They were used to it. Mostly they
enjoyed it. Sometimes it came to blows, and even then they sometimes enjoyed
it. Especially Xander.
“Faith. You do not get my panties in a wrangle, my panties do not
even know you exist!”
“Wanna change that?”
It was like watching tennis. Back and forth, back and forth. Only the approaching
jock seeming to end something that could of kept going forever.
He cleared his throat loudly as if to get their attention. Xander cast him
a withering glare, but it didn’t distract him, didn’t keep him
from pursuing his goal.
She didn’t look up, was now trying to beat Buffy in a thumb wrestle.
Who was patrolling which cemetery rested on this result.
The guy tried again. A little louder. A little more desperate.
This time she looked up, still squashed Buffy’s thumb hard as she
did. Multi tasking was her thing.
“You err… what?”
She wasn’t making it easy for him. Didn’t need to. She knew
what he wanted, what he wasn’t gonna get. She didn’t do return
visits, didn’t need the drama… and the testosterone laden boy
man in front of her wasn’t likely to change her mind.
“I uh… did you wanna dance?”
She released Buffy’s hand, though not before she gave it a quick squeeze.
She wanted Buffy to know she wasn’t going anywhere, had no intention
of running off and getting laid, leaving all the slaying to her. Yeah she
had won the thumb war, but slaying with Buffy was cool, gave her a buzz.
Kinda made her happy.
“I might go and dance in a little while. Why?”
“I just wondered if maybe you would want to dance with me?”
She looked him up and down, considered her options. Yeah he was buff, packed
in all the right places… but still. No.
“Not really, but gee… thanks for the offer.”
She relaxed back into the sofa as the guy made his retreat, tail tucked
firmly between his legs, his pride on the floor being trampled on by the
“Ya really know how to cut a guy down don’t ya?”
They had tried to ignore the interaction, but it was kinda hard when it
happened right in front of them.
“Ah, he deserved it. He lasted less then ten minutes… and those
ten minutes..? Lets just say he didn’t rock my world.”
“So what did he score?”
“I don’t keep score on EVERYONE Xan!”
They all looked at her, brows raised.
“So really… what did he score?”
She let out a laugh, glanced across at the guy, at the girl he was now working
his charms on.
“I won’t embarrass him, but lets just say…” her
gaze again went to the girl he was pawing. “…the chick he’s
trying to cosy up to..? SHE scored MUCH higher!”
You could have heard a pin drop. All the mouths of her friends were now
hanging open. They knew that Faith was a connoisseur of all things sexual,
that no guy was safe around her tempting curves and full on personality…
but girls? And since when? And why had no one mentioned it sooner?
Buffy was the one that finally put words to thoughts. Kind of.
“You… with her… and she… and you… huh?”
“Close your mouth B, you’re starting to drool.” She shot
her slaying partner a look, a wink, a hint of what she wanted. “And
yes. With her, and she, and me… uh huh.”
“Did you video it, take pictures… for posterity?”
“Not this time Xan, but next time for sure.”
The looks amused her. She hadn’t said it to shock… she just
didn’t see the need to keep it a secret. So she fucked girls sometimes..?
Hardly front page news.
Oz was the only one who didn’t look totally freaked, like nothing
could really faze him. Ever.
“Can I recommend a digi cam? Less embarrassment at the developers.”
“Thanks Oz, good call. I’ll bear it in mind.”
Willow had now switched her open mouthed look of shock to Oz.
He lent forward and closed her mouth, she was too cute when flustered.
“Look guys, as much fun as this is… me and B, we gotta get a
groove on.” she stood up, held her hand out to Buffy. “Whaddya
say girlfriend, ready to motor?”
She stood up to follow, but her knees felt kind of weak. SHE felt kind of
weak, all over. Faith slept with girls? The Faith from her naughty thoughts
slept with girls?
“Well come on then, I don’t think the dead are gonna wait for
us to rise.”
Buffy shook her head clear, put on her slaying persona.
“I’m with ya Faith.” she looked back. “Guys, Will,
I’ll see ya tomorrow, right?”
No one answered. They just nodded. Lots.
And with that they left. Off to do their duty in keeping the world safe.
Willow followed them with her eyes, all the way to the door, still lingering
as if she could read what was going on. If anything was going on.
“I…” she turned her gaze back to Oz. “…I can’t
believe that Faith is…”
She nodded her head sagely.
“Yeah. An enigma.”
The slayers had settled on the idea of patrolling together. Yes it took
twice as long, but it was Friday, there was no school tomorrow, and it was
always nice to have the company. Plus… Buffy had something on her
mind. Like a dog with a bone, something she couldn’t let go of, something
she wanted to know. It was hard to work up the courage though, when she
felt so strongly that she had a vested interest in all the answers.
“So what’s up with the silence tonight B? Normally I have my
fingers in my ears about now, trying to drown out the sound of the crazy
“Hard to put your fingers in your ears with a stake in your hand.”
“Oh my god… she speaks!”
“Oh my god… you’re an idiot!”
“Lame comeback B, I’ve always been an idiot.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
The beginnings of ‘conversation’ were broken into by the distant
sound of screaming. The sound of panic.
“Did you hear that?”
“No B, I had my fingers in my ears.” She rolled her eyes at
her partner. “Of course I heard it!”
They set off at a sprint, almost racing, one taking the lead and then the
other pushing a little bit harder to overtake.
“Come on Faith… try and keep up…”
She shouted it over her shoulder, teasing. Playing.
“I like the view back here B… plus… saving my energy,
gonna do ya on the home straight.”
As they closed in on the sounds of struggle, Faith did indeed take the lead,
was the first to encounter the sight of a vampire getting ready to take
an early supper. Went for him immediately, pulling him away from the girl,
letting loose a torrid flow of punches as she beat him into submission.
It was so much fun, she loved it. Loved the feeling of her body working
to it’s limit. All her muscles straining as she brought out her best.
Buffy was just watching. Had assured herself that the girl was ok, looked
on amused as she ran off at full pelt, not even stopping to say ‘thanks’.
Like that was any surprise. They very rarely did. And now she was just watching.
She always pushed it that little bit further. Didn’t just beat her
opponent, but truly whipped their ass. Sometimes she felt like maybe Faith
was showing off for her. But then Faith showed off for everybody. It was
who she was.
The vamp was almost done. Much more and he would be begging for someone
to stake him, Faith was toying with him, putting him down, letting him get
back up, over and over.
“You gonna be done any time tonight Faith?”
“You got places to be?”
The vamp took the opportunity to try and rise again, to maybe sneak away.
Not a chance. As soon as Buffy spied him upright, she released her stake,
hitting him straight in the chest. Bullseye every time.
“That’s one more for me!”
Faith stood there open mouthed. Disbelief etched across the features of
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“It’s kinda what I do… I’m Buffy… the vampire
slayer. Sound familiar?”
“But B… that was my kill. God, I pounded the crap out of him
and you take the kill. Hurts me.”
“It only hurts you cos it puts me in the lead. I think that’s
four to three for the night?”
She wanted to scream. Couldn’t believe it. Faith couldn’t give
a shit who had won for the night, she only gave a shit that she had worked
herself up and had no end. No result. No release. Made her antsy as hell.
“Fuck the numbers B, you stole my moment. Jeez, now I’m gonna
be on edge all night, not able to sleep… might even have to go back
and get the jock… ten shit minutes are better then no minutes.”
“You’re joking me?”
“Am I smiling?”
She wasn’t. Buffy could feel the vibes coming off her. Noticed the
way she was fidgeting, rocking on the balls of her feet, eyes darting, looking
for something, looking for anything. Finally they settled on her. Fixed
on her. Penetrated her.
“Ya know B…” she stalked towards her, depositing the smallest
amount of saliva across her lips, making them shine, glisten with promise.
“…as it was you who’s made me all urgh with the tense,
maybe it should be you who helps me unwind.” she raised her eyebrows,
lent in close, could feel the way that Buffy’s breathing had stopped
dead, could see the rapt attention in her eyes. “What do ya say? Me
There was a question.
“I uh… me..? And you? Releasing tension?”
“Sounds good to me… you up for it?”
“Up for it?”
“You gonna answer every question with a question?”
“Oh god… I’ve broke ya!”
She relaxed her body, lent back from Buffy. She didn’t wanna scare
the girl, had big plans for the girl. Big BIG plans.
“Come on, I’ll walk ya home.”
Buffy did feel kind of broken. She would have to be dumb and stupid not
to feel the sexual tension in the air, but she always felt it. Often went
home from patrolling with Faith, and worked the hell out of her tension.
On her own. In her bed. What Faith had just offered? That had been far too
close to what she wanted to even let her form a proper sentence. And now
the moment was gone. But Faith was gonna walk her home. Meant she still
had the time to quiz her about the other. About the thing.
“You’re gonna walk me home? That’s kinda sweet Faith.”
“I am sweet.”
“You don’t think I am?”
“I think you’re lots of things.”
She left it there. Didn’t need to tell Faith what she thought she
was. The other girl also left it, perhaps happy with the answer given, maybe
aware of the deeper meaning.
As they made their way towards the Summers house, Buffy plucked up all of
her courage to bring about the words which would form the question that
she wanted to ask.
“It’s ya name isn’t it?”
She grinned. Teasing Buffy was just too much fun.
“But you call me B. Never Buffy… and at first, yeah, it annoyed
me… but I’m used to it now, it’s familiar. I like it.”
She smiled at Faith. She did like it. It was theirs.
“Women… so hard. Always changing their minds. Next week you’ll
be shooting me glares for calling you B!”
“No I won’t! I never shoot you glares, not anymore… often.”
she stopped her walking, they were almost there. Still had to ask the question.
“You know what you said earlier Faith?”
“No. What did I say?”
“About the girl. With the jock, you said that she scored much higher
then he did…”
“What about it? You got a problem with that?”
Faith didn’t think that Buffy had a problem with that. She was a pretty
good reader of people… thought that if Buffy had a problem it was
most likely a little bit of jealousy. She’d seen the looks, felt the
gazes. The heat. She had plans for Buffy Summers.
“NO! Not a problem, not at all, not even close to a problem…
I was just… I just wanted to…”
“To what B? Finish a sentence all in one go?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Teasing Buffy was fun. Trying to follow Buffy’s line of thinking was
“I want to know.”
“Helps if ya maybe tell me what ya want to know…” she
knew though. She WAS a good reader of people. “…cos I can’t
tell ya, unless you tell me.”
“About the girl.”
“You want me to rate her for you..? Don’t tell me you’re
thinking about going there B? Wow… sure shocked me.”
“Faith! Will you just shut up, for a minute.” this was it. She
wanted to know. “I want to know… what it’s like. What
sleeping with a girl is like.”
The hugest grin lit Faith’s face. She could happily talk about sex
all night. And talking to Buffy about girl sex..? Oh yeah. Fun to be had.
“Why ya wanna know B?”
“You’re researching girl sex? For what? Snyder got you doing
a project at school? Man… if I’d have known I would’ve
let Giles enrol me!”
“No… I just, I’m curious ok?”
“Well, what do ya want to know?”
“Well… how do you… what do you…”
Her mind flashed her images of everything she had done. Everything she did.
The touch of pussy, the taste of pussy. It all assaulted her memory. But
she didn’t think Buffy was ready for that yet. She would edge her
in slowly. Tease her up to the point of wanting. It was her plan.
“Hmmm… it’s kinda like that kids song B, ya know the one…
‘you put your left leg in’” she mimed the action, looked
to Buffy in all seriousness.
“Sex with a girl is like the Hokey Cokey?” it wasn’t really
the answer that she had expected. She wanted more… something to fuel
the fantasy. Release the tension.
“Not quite B… but kind of. More of a ‘Hokey Pokey’
thing, but the directions are all there if ya just listen to the words.”
Now Buffy mimed the action of putting her leg in, looked at Faith quizzically.
“I don’t get it.”
She held up her hands, wiggled her fingers in front of Buffy’s eyes.
“You put your finger in. You pull your finger out. In out, in out,
shake it all about, do the hokey pokey and ya turn around… and that
is what it’s all about!”
Her face shone with amusement. Her eyes with mischief.
“Nice Faith… you write that all by yourself?”
Her words may have dismissed the little ditty, but her mind refused to.
‘Faith’s fingers in, Faith’s fingers out, in out, in out…’
that’s pretty much where her mind was resting. And the tension in
HER body was building. Responding to her mind. Responding to Faith.
“Unfortunately B, I don’t own the market when it comes to loving
the ladies… lots of people hum that tune, don’t you worry.”
“Right. I’ll listen out for it.”
“You do that.”
She turned her back on Faith. Made to walk away, to go home. To go to bed.
She threw her last comment over her shoulder. Gave Faith something to think
“I WILL do that!”
It made Faith smile. Anticipation was great.
It was hard to concentrate on anything, when your mind would only think
about one thing. And Buffy certainly now had a one track mind. Faith. And
her little ditty. Ever since that night, it was ALL she could think about.
Had rushed home, foregone the usual low fat yoghurt, gone straight to her
bed, thrown all her clothes off and practiced her own self satisfying version
of the song. Of course in her head she wasn’t self satisfying. It
was Faith satisfying… her satisfying Faith. It had been a long night.
She’d only seen Faith once more over the weekend. During the day,
at the store. She’d been shopping with her mom, bumped into Faith…
almost literally. Her mind on other things.
“Whoa there B, you got a problem with your eyes?”
“No Faith, she’s quite alright, perhaps a little absent in the
mind, getting one word out of her today is hard… maybe she’s
coming down with something…”
“Oh, hi Mrs S…” she smiled serenely at Buffy’s mom,
it was always good to get the parents on side, and Joyce was always inviting
her over, feeding her up. “…I know what you mean about Buffy…
maybe she IS coming down with something…”
She turned her gaze back to the girl. “…is that it B? You ‘going
Buffy choked. Then she blushed and finally she had managed to mumble a word
or two about maybe a cold. A little fever.
“You do look a bit flushed B, maybe you should get to bed. Bed always
helps me when I’ve got a fever.”
“That’s a good idea Faith. Buffy when we get home I want you
up to bed!”
Buffy rolled her eyes at her mom, shot a glare at Faith.
“It’s for the best B, don’t want you under the weather.
I felt a little low the other day… who knows, maybe you caught the
fever from me?”
She winked as she said it, let Buffy know exactly what she meant. Said goodbye
to Joyce and went on her way. As she retreated though, as Buffy watched
her back get further and further away, she could just make out the whistled
tune that floated back down the aisle. The hokey cokey. She should’ve
And since then she hadn’t seen her once. Had cried off patrolling
due to her ‘fever’. Had stayed in bed and tried to wrestle her
thoughts away from Faith. But they wouldn’t be wrestled, were stuck
fast. And now it was Monday. Back to school. Back to the world. Back to
She had tingled as she dressed for school, took extra care in picking an
outfit. One of her little skirts, her long boots. If Faith wanted to play,
then hell, she’d give her a fever.
She just hoped she could pull it off, hoped she could even look at Faith
without all her new wants, new desires, being there for everyone to see.
For Faith to see. Over the weekend she had kind of got used to the fact
that everything she had been thinking about was now a distinct possibility.
But she was still wary. Still unsure. She wasn’t like Faith…
didn’t just do things because she wanted to. She had to think it out
first, had to be sure that it wasn’t just something she wanted, but
was maybe something she needed. She was almost there. And now it was Monday.
The library was empty when she arrived, just Giles bustling about, straightening
a few books, getting ready for another week of school on the Hellmouth.
“Ah Buffy…” he peered at her as if checking she was fine.
“…how’s the fever? Faith came around on Saturday, said
she had seen you, that you looked a little… hot?”
“Hot… Faith said I looked ‘hot’?”
“Yes, rather strange term to describe a fever, but she elaborated,
said you wouldn’t be patrolling. That your mom had you bed bound.”
“Yeah… I’m fine now though. Hundred percent rested and
raring to go!”
Willow and Xander walked through the doors at that exact moment, saw the
exuberant display that Buffy was performing for Giles.
“Hey Buffster… looks like our girls all mended.”
“Yay to no sickness!”
She looked at her friends, felt a pang of guilt for lying, saw Faith making
her way into the library, forgot everything. Saw as her eyes lit when they
rested upon her.
“B… you’re better! Fever all gone..? All taken care of?”
“Thanks Faith, the fever is fine. And yes, I’m all taken care
Their eyes locked together, involved in their own silent conversation. About
wanting, about needing. About desire.
“Hey slay girls..? Don’t be zoning on us, it’s only Monday
They whipped their eyes away from each other, fearing slightly the truth
that was shown. Faith didn’t do needing. She did wanting, did taking.
But not needing.
“Yeah Buffy, it’s Chem first period.”
“So I shouldn’t zone why?”
Willow looked at her distraught. Couldn’t understand the blatant disregard
for all things academic.
“I’m joking Wills. I’m focused. Fully focused. Show me
a periodic table… I’m Chem gal!”
As the bell went to signal the start of the torture, the three school friends
went to make their way from the library, mumbling goodbyes to Giles, to
Faith. Buffy had to look back though, yeah she was focused… on Faith!
“You gonna be here at lunch?”
“Don’t got no where else to be.”
“I’ll see ya then?”
“I expect so.”
She infuriated her sometimes. Could never just interact like a normal human
being. She rolled her eyes at her, went to leave again.
Stopped again. Looked back again.
“You’re looking good, I like it.”
And she smiled. And she went to Chem.
Giles looked on amused. Cleaned his glasses. Made a brew. It looked to him
like a couple of slayers he knew were maybe getting closer then friendship.
It didn’t worry him. They would be a good match. Buffy could give
Faith the stability and calming influence that she obviously needed, and
Faith could give Buffy… well. What she needed.
He went to take her out a cup of tea. To talk about the patrolling at the
weekend, to generally make conversation. He spent a lot of time with Faith,
one on one. Enjoyed it. She had a sharp mind, sharper wit, and an unmatched
zest for life. A delightful girl. When he got there though, he found her
with her head in her arms, snoozing lightly, and the most perfect little
smile playing out across her lips.
He chuckled quietly to himself. Oh yes. Definitely closer then friendship.
She had been there at lunch. Sitting at the table, boots resting where the
books should be, engaged in heavy conversation with Giles about the likelihood
of Godzilla being based in fact. The keen mind, which she hid from most,
was always apparent when she was engaging with her watcher, she found him
cool for an old guy, like the father figure she’d never really had.
When the others had walked in she’d quickly brought the discussion
to an end. She wasn’t knowledge girl to them, she was fun time Faith,
had a rep to live up to.
“So how were classes guys? Learn anything?”
“Yeah… I’m never gonna make it to college!”
“Don’t sweat it Xan, me and you can hang out why these guys
flog the books.”
He smiled like he liked that idea, one on one time with Faith was something
he craved. Often.
“And how will he live? Eat? Drink?”
“Ah come on B, don’t rain on the parade… we’ll get
by. We can always come to yours if we get too destitute, let Mrs S look
“Oh right, so your grand plan for life is to camp at mine and eat
leftovers? Gotta say Xander, maybe you should go for some home tutoring,
cos Faith’s plan..? Not too hot with the planning.”
She wasn’t meaning to be harsh, she just didn’t like the thought
of Faith and Xander planning on all that alone time together. SHE was making
plans for Faith. And they were a lot more substantial then the one that
Faith was making for herself. At least a lot more fun.
“But in essence it was a good plan, right Buffy? Me and Faith camping
at yours like a couple of vagrants… what more could you want?”
She just looked at him. Withered him with her eyes.
“So what did you and Giles get up to today? Lots of the ol’
“You joking Red? The only books I read are comics or porn. The odd
Willow and Giles shared a look, one which said they both knew the truth,
that they saw behind the façade. They also let it go though, knew
that Faith needed her image to make herself feel comfortable. Safe.
“Read any good ones lately?”
“Porn..? Not really, I just look at the pictures ya know?”
“I uh…” Xander coloured red, couldn’t help it. It
was as if Faith always knew just how to get to him. “…I meant
She’d winked at him, turned her attention to the quiet Buffy. Wanted
to focus on her for a moment.
“You alright B? Seem a bit quiet… you sure you haven’t
still got the ‘fever’?”
“Nope. No fever here, just brain dead from learning.”
Faith let her eyes do the talking. And the walking. From the very top of
Buffy, to the very bottom of Buffy, and all the way up again. Slowly. Intensely.
“You sure about that B… you’re still looking pretty hot
Buffy could feel the heat rising, had felt it from the moment that Faith
had fixed her with the look, ran her eyes all over her. It felt like she
had been consumed, she almost wished she had.
“I uh… thanks?”
They shared the moment that Faith had wanted, before everyone else had broken
back in. Stolen attention and shared laughs. They’d still had glances
though, surreptitious meetings across the table top. And when the bell had
rung to signal that the torture of lessons was back to claim them, Buffy
had had to make herself rise from her chair, to break the contact. Had wandered
away almost without a word to anyone.
“You sure you’re okay girl, definitely seem to be spacing more
“No I’m good. Fine. Gooder then fine.”
“You wanna train after school..?”
She went to nod her head, to signal her absolute approval, but then she
had remembered… her head frozen before it had even began.
“Damn! Can’t. I’ve got a stupid algebra test tomorrow,
Wills is coming over to cram. But I’ll see ya for patrol… if
you wanted to do it together..?”
“‘It’ B?… you planning on spicing up slaying? Gonna
keep those boots on for the occasion?”
A secret smile was offered to Faith, she hadn’t meant to… had
meant to do shock and outrage, all the things she normally did to Faith’s
comments. But she hadn’t. She’d smiled. It had spurred Faith
on, encouraged her.
“You want me to pick you up at your house? I’ll swing by about
seven? That do ya?”
“You’re gonna pick me up Faith… like…” she
wanted to say it. Really wanted to say it. She could feel her fear of the
unknown rising up to choke her words though, would have to spit them out,
and fast. “…like… likeadate?”
“A date B? You’d date me?”
Her tone had lost abrasive and coarse. Had found soft and vulnerable. It
was something Buffy hadn’t heard before, not from her… it was
nice, made her feel safer.
“What can I say? I have good taste.”
There was no answer to that. Just a look. A retreat. And then an afternoon
to work out what the fuck she was gonna do come seven o clock tonight. She’d
never considered that Buffy would want to date, had just hoped for a tumble…
a build up of pressure that eventually had to burst. This was all new to
her. A new plan to be made. A bigger plan.
The date had never quite happened. She had arrived at Buffy’s, looking
her best, dead on seven. Had smiled sweetly at Joyce, had made her way up
to Buffy’s room… had seen her and Willow still embroiled in
the finer intricacies of that which is algebra. Had known that it wasn’t
gonna happen, not tonight.
Buffy had looked pissed and apologetic, had tried with her eyes to relay
to Faith just how much she’d rather be slaying with her then doing
math with Willow… but sometimes other things HAD to come first.
Faith had hung around for a while, tried to get the girls to lose focus
on the books, but it just wasn’t happening. Every time she had managed
to distract Buffy’s attention, Willow had clucked and moaned until
again she buried her nose in the books. In the end she had split. Had told
Buffy that she would patrol alone, do both their share. Wasn’t like
they couldn’t do it another time. It was only slaying.
When Buffy had shown her to the door though, had called her back from the
garden path, had seen her mom hovering so leaned up to whisper in her ear…
that’s what Faith was thinking about. Her words.
“And no Faith… it wasn’t only slaying.”
They had her all kinds of worked up, all kinds of wanting. She so badly
wanted to go out and get laid… so knew that she shouldn’t. It
was tearing at her. Her mind was saying one thing, her body the other…
she was sat outside the Bronze now, debating whether to go in, knew that
if she did it would probably end up with a nameless face staring up at her
from her bed. Didn’t want that. Wanted Buffy.
The doorman was throwing her curious glances. He knew her. Everyone knew
her, but he’d never seen her so reluctant to come in.
“Hey lady, you coming in or what?”
She walked forwards. She walked backwards. Stopped and stared. Listened
to the sound of the base as it thumped through the walls of the building.
It was calling to her. Summoning her. Making her place one foot in front
of the other, making her throw the doorman a cocky wink as she sauntered
past. She’d just dance. There was no harm in dancing.
It was kinda quiet, the crowd thinned down from the weekend, maybe the studious
types were all at home studying for their dumb algebra tests. She didn’t
care. She was only here to dance.
And dance she did. Hard. Fast. And extreme. It was like she made love to
the music, let it rip through her body and dictate her movements, caressing
her limbs into a sensual display almost wasted on the Monday night Bronze.
She would’ve danced all night if she could, loved it, loved the release…
loved the feel of people trying to touch her, trying to hold on for the
ride and being cast aside.
She’d smoozied in between a couple now. Was facing the girl, all hotness
and curves, letting her hands wander her body, the guy pressed up behind
her, holding on to the tightness of leather, sliding his touch across her
ass. She was so hyped. Her skin tingling, energy coursing through her veins,
everything was reaching a crescendo. The slaying combining with the dancing
combining with the beer. She wanted to explode, implode. She wanted to fuck.
As the music span her around, tossed her from one partner to another, new
hands, new hold, she felt it. The buzz, the warmth. The answering hum that
her body always supplied to Buffy’s. It was all there, which meant
that SHE was there. Somewhere.
She slid herself from the grips that looked to keep her and travelled her
eyes across the crowd. Across the dance floor, around the pool table, flitting
from face to face, trying to narrow down the feeling, find a direction.
And then she was walking, gaze locked in, like a homing missile, heading
for the bar, wait… no, detouring, heading for the bathroom. The girl
just in front of her… so close to touch, so near. She wanted her.
Was having her.
When Faith walked through the door, she found her there. Waiting. Expecting.
Leaning back against the far wall, a hint of a naughty smile playing across
her lips. For a moment Faith couldn’t speak, couldn’t even begin
to find the words. The way she was feeling, the charge rushing through her
body, it was all looking to Buffy, asking her for release. Begging her for
release. When Faith finally opened her mouth the words which came out were
laden down with desire. Hoarse and heavy.
“Hey B… wasn’t expecting to see you tonight. The algebra
finished..? You all done.”
Buffy shook her head no, she hadn’t finished. Had lied to Willow,
had said she wasn’t feeling too well again, didn’t want to fib,
had to fib. From the moment she had said goodbye to Faith her body had been
admonishing her, asking why she wasn’t going to join her partner in
slaying, in adventure. In everything.
“I… I felt bad about leaving all the slaying to you… so
I fibbed to Wills, told her I wasn’t feeling so good…”
she flashed the naughty smile again, Faith was hooked. “…told
mom I was resting, and here I am! Although I gotta say, knocking off early
to go dancing..? Not in the slayer handbook!”
Faith had been encroaching on her space all the while she was speaking,
moving ever closer, her eyes boring into her, holding her in place. Making
her words come out breathy, her heart rushing to race.
“Not in the slayer handbook..?” As Faith reached her prize she
placed her hands on the wall, either side of Buffy’s face, never breaking
the contact with her eyes. “Tell me girlfriend… is this in the
She hadn’t planned on kissing her, not here, not now, but she couldn’t
help it. She took in the expression in Buffy’s eyes, the way her lips
parted ever so slightly the closer she got. Knew that she wanted it. Was
determined to give it to her.
She went softly at first, but it wasn’t enough, lust was ordering
that she claim the girl, that she invade her mouth with her tongue, back
her into the wall and press hard up against her, grind into her as flesh
crushed flesh, trace a path to her neck and nip at the delicate skin she
found there. It was all so heady and erotic, and she was losing it. Wanted
Buffy. Wanted her now.
Buffy was wanting too. She could feel Faith’s thigh as it ground between
her legs, causing the sweetest of friction, her panties to dampen in response.
Could feel her teeth as they scraped across the skin of her neck, her tongue
slipping out to caress each nip, driving her wild. It all felt so good,
so sexual… it was calling to parts of her that she had never known
She brought her hands up to run through Faith’s hair, to lift her
lips again to hers, to duel with her tongue in a battle for possession.
Faith’s hands were wandering to places they’d only ever dreamt
of going, were teasing up the edges of Buffy’s shirt, jerking as they
touched naked flesh, cruising across the tautness of stomach muscles until
they reached the edges of fabric, a barrier.
So much she wanted to touch Buffy, to feel her skin against skin, to slide
her hand under her bra and run her palm across her breasts. So perfectly
sat there, just waiting for her touch. But not here. Not Buffy. It was more
It took everything for her to pull herself away, almost gave it up as she
heard Buffy’s whimper from the loss of contact, her exhaled moan as
her mouth was released. And the way she looked..? Fuck it was hot. Her lips
bruised and raised from the heavyness of the kissing, faintly red, begging
She placed her forehead against the other girls, closed her eyes, prayed
that she could find composure, that she could keep it when she looked at
her. Slowly opened them, took a deep breath, hoped her voice came out steadier
then she felt.
“Fuck B… that was hot.”
Buffy’s head was spinning, lost in space. Found in Faith. She hadn’t
come here looking for this, had just wanted to see her, maybe talk. But
the way she was feeling now, the way her heart was pounding, threatening
to break out of her chest…that told her that maybe she had come here
needing this. That yes. She needed Faith. She spoke to agree, to affirm.
“MORE then hot.”
“Heaps better then algebra!”
They laughed at that, throaty, both still on the edge, threatening to touch
each other again. To lose it in the bathroom of the Bronze.
“You wanna get out of here?”
She wanted to add an invitation to hers. Her body was screaming out an invitation
to hers. But she didn’t wanna push. Didn’t wanna blow it.
“I guess so…”
Buffy wanted more. She was holding herself tense to stop from reaching out,
her hands wanting to reach up and caress, to bring Faith close to her again,
press into her again. But she also had to go home. Her mom would freak if
she knew that she had lied. Had snuck out. Gone to the Bronze.
“Where do ya wanna go B?”
“Where do I ‘want’ to go..?” she showed her with
a look, the hunger shining naked in her eyes. “…I ‘want’
to go with you…” she let disappointment tinge her features.
“…where do I ‘have’ to go..? Home.”
“You sure?” she didn’t want her to be sure.
“I have to Faith. My mom will kill me if she catches me out. I‘ll
be grounded for ever… possibly longer. She doesn‘t like fibs…
darn pesky woman!”
Faith allowed a small laugh to escape her lips. It masked her frustration,
she felt like she was gonna pop. Half of her just wanted to throw Buffy
to the ground and fuck her senseless, show her everything and more about
being with a girl. The other half wanted to fuck her harder… to lose
herself in flesh, feel Buffy around her, feel her inside of her. To have
her so close, matching her desire, it was crazy, insane…and that she
had to let her walk away, to leave desire unfulfilled… beyond crazy
“You want me to walk you home again B?”
“I could get use to this ya know.”
“I told ya… I’m sweet.”
“Hmmm… not just looking for a goodnight kiss at the door..?”
“Are you gonna give me a goodnight kiss at the door?”
“Guess you have to wait and see.”
She let a teasing smile grace her features causing her nose to wrinkle just
a little. Faith pulled her head back, ran eyes across Buffy, admired the
“Anyone ever told you how cute you are B?”
“No one that I cared to listen to.”
“Well I think you’re cute, fucking cute.”
“You’re kinda cute yourself Faith.”
Her eyebrows almost hit the ceiling, disbelief tainting her smile.
“I might be many things B, but I don’t think cute is any of
them… maybe hot, definitely sexy… but cute? Never.”
“Whatever Faith…” she giggled to herself. “…you
ready to walk me home now? Ya big ol’ ball of cutness!”
She feigned outrage. Mock indignation.
“I won’t walk ya B.”
“I won’t kiss ya F.”
She shook her head, laughed a little.
“Ok… ya got me…” she put her hand out, pulled Buffy
towards her. “…lets go girlfriend.”
The walk home took ages. Everything looked kind of new, all the old sights
becoming new sights. Silly conversations and silly games breaking into the
silence which spoke their desire. They had gone through the park, ended
up playing about on the swings, seeing who could go the highest, jump the
furthest, chased each other around the obstacles, laughing, carefree.
It didn’t seem odd to be doing it in the middle of the night, they
were used to the night time being their time. The lack of people making
the most public of places become the most private of places.
As they reached the last leg of their journey, the path leading to the door
of Buffy’s house, silence fell over them, the carefree disguise slipping
away as their time came to an end. They both came to a stand still, Buffy
twiddling with the edge of her top, Faith intent on kicking her boots into
the sidewalk, dislodging a stone.
“I guess this is it then.”
“I better go in, I’m sure mom’s in bed by now… but
it’s not worth risking the grounding…”
“It’s not?…” she let her hand join Buffy’s
at the edge of her top, just slid the very tip of her fingers underneath
the fabric, skimmed so slightly over burning flesh, felt it tighten in response.
“…cos it feels kind of worth it.”
Buffy breathed in deep, urged herself to keep a lid on it. “God Faith…”
could feel the girls fingers brushing fire across her skin. “…you
know what I mean.”
Their eyes met, their mouths met. The goodnight kiss.
It was suffocating them again, taking everything but the kiss away from
them, no air, no need to breathe, just a need to keep kissing, to keep feeling
the feelings, to want, to take, to have. Neither of them noticed the sound
of the door opening, a new pair of eyes to bear witness to what was happening.
A pair of eyes that didn’t look too happy. Pretty far from happy.
They didn’t hear, didn’t need to hear, were focused only in
the other, on the head rush, the body rush.
They came apart suddenly, sound breaking through, making Buffy’s head
spin to face her mom, her unimpressed look.
“I think you should be saying goodnight to Faith and getting inside,
“I… uh… right.”
She looked to Faith, raised her eyebrows in a ‘you might not ever
see me breathing again’ kind of way, and whispered a goodbye.
Faith didn’t know what to do, whether she was sposed to say anything,
to sink silently into the cracks in the sidewalk. In the end her mouth’s
need to move won out.
“Bye Mrs S… I’ll uh, see you tomorrow in school B?”
Buffy went to speak, but her mom got there first.
“You might do Faith. Goodnight.”
Joyce pulled her daughter through the door and marched her to the kitchen.
Switched on the kettle to brew up some of Giles’ soothing tea and
turned her eyes onto Buffy. She had some questions, sure as hell wanted
“I take it you’re feeling better then Buffy?”
“Oh sorry… I thought you told me you were having a lay down,
couldn’t study with Willow anymore because you felt under the weather?”
“Oh… yeah. About that…” she cast her eyes down to
the floor, couldn’t take her moms disapproving glare. “I…
uh, I felt better… thought maybe I should help Faith with the slaying…”
“Do you slay demons with your tongue Buffy?…” she poured
two cups of the camomile tea, placed them on the side and took a seat. “…because
I’m sure Giles never mentioned that as part of your training routine.”
“Right… well, I didn’t… we weren’t…”
“You had finished slaying?”
“Yes! We finished slaying and Faith was just…”
“Checking for cavities?”
“No!… I mean… we weren’t, we didn’t plan on…”
Buffy finally raised her eyes to look at her mom, couldn’t believe
the teasing glint in her eye, had thought she was going to be crucified.
“You’re not angry?”
“Buffy…” Joyce softened her tone, pushed a cup along the
side towards her daughter. “…of course I’m angry. You
lied to me. You lied to Willow.”
Buffy felt the guilt as it rested on her shoulders.
“People always are when they get caught.”
She sat herself at the counter next to her mom.
“I didn’t mean to lie… I just, I didn’t wanna hurt
Willow’s feelings… I know I was wrong. I…” she didn’t
know what to say. How could she explain to her mom the need to go to Faith.
She barely understood it herself, didn’t think her mom would ever
understand. “…I’m sorry.”
“You know you’re grounded right?”
She nodded her head. Grounding was better then crucifixion.
“Now about Faith…”
“The girl you were kissing on the front doorstep Buffy… that
was Faith yes?”
She was dreading this. Could feel her face flush under her mothers scrutiny.
“So how long have you and her been… err… what exactly
ARE you doing? Are you dating her?”
“I…” She wasn’t sure. Hadn’t discussed it,
been too busy kissing. “…we… I don’t know.”
“Well you looked quite friendly.”
She raised her eyes to meet her mom’s again. Didn’t find disgust
“Are you mad with me?”
“For kissing Faith?”
Joyce found a smile which was only for Buffy. A mom’s smile.
“Of course I’m not mad… surprised..? A little. But not
mad Buffy…” she reached forward to tuck a stray wisp of hair
behind her daughters ear. “…I wish you could speak to me, to
tell me what was happening in your life, but I understand. I was a teenage
daughter once too, you know…” she allowed a little smirk to
settle on her mouth. “…and kissing girls? Lets just say that
you’re not the first Summers woman to experiment with the fairer sex.”
“Mom! You don’t… please don’t tell me things that
I’ll be scarred for life from hearing.” She was in shock, her
mom was implying that she had kissed a girl. Maybe lots of girls. It was…
“Yet you insist on scarring me with shows on the sidewalk?”
She didn’t have an answer to that, sipped at her tea instead.
“So what’s going on then? Is it just…lust? Or do you have…
feelings for her?”
“Mom, I really don’t wanna have the birds and bees and lust
talk okay? Just… we haven’t, we aren’t… I only kissed
Joyce smiled in understanding. “So that’s why you HAD to sneak
“No!… well, maybe. A little.”
She flushed with embarrassment, it felt so weird having this conversation
with her mom. NEVER wanted to have it again.
“It’s ok Buffy… I’m not going to torture you anymore.
Not tonight anyway. I have an early start, you have school…”
she drained the last of the tea from her cup. “…lets get ourselves
to bed…” she offered a stern gaze Buffy’s way. “…and
this time lets try and stay there ok? We’ll finish this discussion
“Ok mom. And I’m sorry… about the lying.”
“You have lots of time to repent whilst you’re grounded, I can
use some help at the gallery.”
“Sarcasm before bed will give you acid tummy.”
Buffy rose from her stool, gave her mom a hug.
She made her way to the stairs, was already dismissing all her moms words
in favour of her Faith thoughts. She had a whole lot of new ones to think
over today. New feelings, new sensations. New everything. As she took her
first step to climb to her room her mom called out again.
“What IS that tune you’re humming?”
“It sounds familiar… I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere.”
Buffy smiled to herself as she realised what it was. Wasn’t surprised.
Doing the hokey pokey with Faith was foremost in her mind.
“It’s nothing mom… goodnight.”
She washed, changed and got herself into bed, was just preparing to find
some self fulfilment when she heard the tapping against her window. No one
had visited her window since Angel the year before. It startled her for
a minute until her mind realised who it was. Faith.
She was stood down below tossing up stones. One after the other in a constant
stream. Buffy lifted the window, just avoided a pebble in the eye, quick
reactions saving the day.
“Hey B… ya made it then. No serious injuries?”
She did a little twirl in front of the window, affirmed for Faith she was
all in one piece.
“Nope. Nothing suffered other then extreme embarrassment.”
“Your mom saw us then?”
“Oh yes… caught the full show. Wanted to talk to me about lust…”
Faith narrowed her eyes, ran her tongue out across her lips. “You
feeling lusty B?… ya want me to come up?”
“Yes… but no. My mom would freak. I’m already grounded
for lying… hate to think what she would do if I started smuggling
sexy slayers into my bedroom.”
Faith’s eyes lit up at that. Buffy had called her sexy.
“I’ll see ya at school tomorrow yeah?”
“Sure thing B… you wanna get there early? Do some training?”
“I think mom’s going to work early, I’ll get her to drop
me off. About seven?”
“It’s a date.” She wiggled a little wave of goodbye to
Buffy, turned on her heel to make the walk home. She couldn’t stop
herself from looking back every now and again. Looking at Buffy who was
looking at her. She was still crazy horny. Still craving a fuck. But it
seemed like she had a reason to wait now. Something worth waiting for.