The early
morning training session had been frustration at it’s best. Giles
had also arrived early, had watched over the girls as they trained, had
prevented them from any form of touching other then the fighting kind. He’d
noticed the tension in the air, it was always there when the girls were
together, especially when they were sparring or slaying… but this
morning there was something more. A look, a touch… little things that
added up to make him wonder what had changed. What had happened.
He’d had to call them even more times then normal on their lack of
concentration. Both of them guilty of zoning out when they should have been
focused on the fight. It slightly worried him as their watcher. But as their
friend, it amused him. He had guessed that this was happening, was only
slightly surprised that it was happening so soon. He had thought Buffy would
be more restrained, would need more convincing by Faith to give free reign
to her feelings. But obviously not. He was pleased. He would love to see
Buffy find happiness again, had never been approving of her relationship
with Angel.
He was at home now cooking dinner. He had a guest coming, one he often had
over unbeknownst to the others. Faith. She wanted it kept secret, had a
rep to protect! He understood, eating with a fuddy old Englishman was not
the height of ‘cool’, so he let her keep her silence. She often
came, a couple of times a week. He insisted. Knew that if she was left on
her own in the motel she would never look after herself properly. She was
after all, still just a girl.
If he had his way he would have her stay with him, but she would NEVER agree
to that. Said she had looked after herself for years, didn’t need
a babysitter now. He’d had to laugh at the look on her face when he
had suggested it. She had gone white as a sheet, panic struck, had started
backing away immediately. So she stayed at the motel, and he kept an eye
on her. It worked.
The knocking on the door roused him from the cooking, brought his attention
back to the here and now.
“Ah Faith… good evening, I take it you’re well?”
“Hey G man, five by five… what’s cooking? Smells wicked
awesome!”
“That would be dinner, a nice English roast… beef, Yorkshire
pudding, roast potatoes and vegetables.”
“Mmmm, sounds cool… you got ketchup yeah?”
He shook his head and went to dish up the food. Of course he had ketchup.
He lived in hope that one day Faith wouldn’t douse everything he made
in it, but he knew he probably wouldn’t live to see that day.
They ate in almost silence, both of them enjoying their food, but once it
was finished then they sat on the sofas enjoying a few moments of chat before
she rushed away. It was something he insisted upon.
“So what do you have planned for this evening, Faith? Are you going
to that infernal Bronze place again?”
“Nah, not tonight G… just gonna slay, work out some tension,
swing by B’s… see if her mum still has her under house arrest.”
“Buffy is grounded? She never mentioned it at school.”
“Uh… yeah.”
She didn’t know if she was supposed to tell Giles about her and Buffy
and the kissing. They hadn’t really spoken about telling people. She’d
be happy to keep it quiet… liked her reputation as free and easy gal,
wasn’t ready to give it up.
“So why is she grounded this time..?”
“I… well ya see, last night… uh… she was studying
and I said I’d slay alone, then she snuck out cos she thought I might
need help…”
“And she didn’t just tell her mom this, why?”
“Got me Giles… I guess that’s a question for Buffy, right?”
She hoped she had dodged it. Didn’t like being pinned down.
“I’ll be sure to ask her in the morning.”
“Look… I might split early…” she hated the heavy
chat. If she could escape it would be for the best. “…gonna
go shoot some pool, maybe look up the gang… but I’ll see ya
tomorrow, yeah?”
“Now Faith, you know I insist on at least half an hour of grown up
conversation before you run off… surely you can spare me that?”
She looked to the clock, a pained expression settling on her features. She
really wanted to split, could talk to Giles forever about demons and shit…
but if he wanted to talk about Buffy, she wasn’t so sure.
“Ok… half hour right?”
“Try and make it sound less like torture Faith.”
They relaxed and fell into conversation about all things other then Buffy,
every time he mentioned her in any capacity Faith rushed to change the subject.
Darted her eyes towards the door. Finally she felt like her time was up,
like it was ok to make her retreat.
Giles saw her out to the door, ever the gentleman. Wanting to take the final
opportunity to make a comment on what he knew Faith had spent all night
avoiding.
“I’ll see ya at school tomorrow, thanks for the feeding…”
she punched him affectionately on the arm. “…it was wicked good.”
“Not a problem Faith, always a pleasure to feed an appetite like yours.”
“What can I say, I’m a growing girl!”
“Indeed…” he decided to give voice to his thoughts. “…and
Faith?”
“What is it G?”
“You and Buffy… I’m not blind or stupid, I know there’s
something there, and I want you to know I approve. You have my blessing
Faith.”
She was stunned. Hated it when people could read her, spent half her life
constructing defences so as people couldn’t read her. Giles was a
smart guy… but still.
“Me and Buffy..? I dunno what ya mean Giles. Gotta a little slayer
vibe maybe, but ya know… it’s not like we’re dating.”
He looked at her curiously. Was sure that Buffy wouldn’t start something
with Faith that was purely sexual. But then who was he to know?
“If that’s what you say Faith.”
“It is.”
“Ok then.”
Faith stumbled across a quick goodbye. Wanted out of there NOW. Her and
Buffy had barely decided what was going on between them, had spent any spare
minute they had managed to find kissing, she wasn’t ready to bare
her soul to Giles.
He watched her as she walked away from his door. Shook his head. He KNEW
she had feelings for Buffy, had watched them develop from afar. He just
hoped that she wouldn’t feel the need to keep denying them.
Three days had passed. Three fucking really long days in which Buffy had remained grounded. Yeah she’d seen her at school, but ya could hardly get ‘physical’ at school, training didn’t count cos Giles was always there… and the odd stolen kiss when no one was looking was not enough to satisfy Faith. She wanted Buffy. Needed Buffy. Was stood below Buffy’s window now ready to tempt her down.
She couldn’t believe that Joyce wasn’t letting her out to slay, saying that only an apocalypse would see Buffy leaving the house before her grounding was up. It was almost tempting to try and raise a couple of demons herself. That was how much she wanted to see the girl.
Faith gathered a few pebbles, ready to let loose on the window pane. She could see someone’s shadow moving around the room, imagined Buffy all locked up like some fairytale princess she was destined to rescue, and she let rip. One after the other, like a little pop gun. Ping ping ping. Fixed her most alluring look on her face and waited for Buffy to come to her.
Seeing Buffy’s mom’s face appear was more then a shock.
“Good evening Faith…” she shot her down a disapproving glare. “…is there any particular reason that you’re trying to shatter the windows on my house?”
“Uh… Mrs S, I erm…” she tried to think fast. Failed. “…I wasn’t…”
“You weren’t trying to vandalise?”
“NO!… I just wanted to check on B… Buffy. Is she ok?”
Joyce shook her head. Watching Faith squirm was fun. But she wasn’t evil, wouldn’t make the girl suffer.
“Of course she’s ok, she’s just taking a shower. Would you like to come in?”
“Come in..?”
“And see Buffy?”
“Right…” she wanted to run and hide. So didn’t want to go in and talk to Joyce, couldn’t even imagine how that would go. Buffy had told her that her mom wasn’t freaked… but still. “…I might just shoot off… get with the slaying.”
“Faith. There is plenty of time for slaying. Come in for a minute, take a drink with me, and maybe I’ll see about lifting Buffy’s restrictions…” she could see Faith’s panic, her desire to run, found it amusing and kind of endearing. “…I can’t have you breaking my windows to get to her now, can I?”
She really didn’t want to. REALLY. But lifting Buffy’s restrictions..? That sounded good, because lifting restrictions meant alone time, and alone time meant lots of good things.
“Ok. I’d love to come in.” she smiled her most angelic smile, didn’t use it often, only when required. Made her way to the front door and awaited entry.
It wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. Joyce had just given her a drink, sat her at the counter in the kitchen and asked her questions about life, about what she was getting up to… what she planned to do next year when the others went to college. Faith had ran the her and Xander camping at the Summers house past her, but Joyce hadn’t seemed too keen. Had spoken to her about enrolling in school, about apprenticeship schemes.
It was weird having a grown up show interest in her. She spent half her time trying to avoid grown ups. Hadn’t ever really liked them, the control they tried to exert, the rules they tried to install… but this was nice. Joyce wasn’t trying to railroad her, was just acting like she cared, like she gave a shit. It was cool.
She could sense Buffy as she came down the stairs, turned her head to look and then dropped her jaw as she saw her enter the room clad only in a towel, still dripping water from her hair, obviously unaware of the guest.
“Faith!” Buffy was shocked was an understatement. She looked down at her towel, up at Faith, down at her towel, up at her mom, down at her towel, and finally back to Faith again. “What are you doing here?”
“You could sound pleased to see me B…” she shot a look at Joyce, tried to stop her mouth, but never quite managed it, looked again at Buffy in the towel. “…cos I gotta say, it’s REALLY good to see you.”
Her eyebrows raised in the way that only she could manage, all sexual, all desiring.
“Faith just came by to see you Buffy, although we seem to need to teach her how to use a front door…” she gave Faith a quick glimpse of her firm look. “…throwing stones at your window was where I found her.”
“Oh. I… I’m sure she was going to use the front door, right Faith?”
Faith gave Buffy the look she deserved. “I don’t think your mom’s stupid B… if I was gonna use the front door, I would’ve just used it.”
“See Buffy? Faith knows I’m not stupid, now maybe you could learn from her.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid mom!”
“Yet you seem to think I have no clue about what goes on around here. Most peculiar.”
Buffy had no answer, didn’t know what answer was required so kept quiet. Her mom cleared the glasses from the side and turned her look to Buffy who was still standing in nothing but the towel.
“Don’t you think you should go and get some clothes on if you’re planning on going slaying with Faith?”
“Slaying? Me? With Faith?”
“You do want to go don’t you?”
“But… I thought… with the grounding?”
Joyce rolled her eyes, smiled at the younger girl sat at the counter.
“I’ve decided to lift your restrictions, a much better scenario then having broken windows, and also…” she looked now to both the girls, fixed them with ‘mom eyes’. “…I’m sure they’ll be no more lying, sneaking out of the house?”
“No! Definitely not, I’ll never sneak out, or lie or anything again…” she wanted to jump for joy, didn’t want to lose her towel. “…I’ll just go get dressed, one minute Faith ok?”
“You need a hand?”
“Faith!”
“Sorry Mrs S.”
She smirked at the older lady, flashed angelic again. “Just trying to be helpful.”
“How about helping me with the dishes whilst Buffy gets herself dressed?”
Faith rose from her seat and recruited a dishtowel to help her with the drying. She’d rather be drying Buffy… or maybe wetting Buffy, but she could wait. There wasn’t anymore restrictions. Wouldn’t be long to wait.
At first they had been almost shy with each other, not having had any alone time since the last time. Had gone about patrolling and slaying as if it was all they were there for, had not bantered, had not flirted. It was weird. It was freaking Faith out… banter and flirting was what she relied upon, wasn’t so good when it came to other things.
The slaying was slow as well, so far only one measly vamp coming out to play, which in the grand scheme of things was probably good, but to Faith it was bad. She needed the distraction, needed something to take the focus off of the fact that she felt nervous as hell. And why the fuck was she nervous..? She could do this shit, did it all the time.
Only she didn’t. She never gave a fuck… or she only ever gave a fuck, this was more. Was different. And she felt a little bit unsure as to how to proceed. Wanted to throw Buffy down and take, but wanted it to be perfect. Like in the books, the ones she read when the comics were boring.
She was twirling her stake in her hand, trying to ignore the sweaty palms, trying to think of something witty to say, anything to say. Wasn’t doing too well.
“So school then B… how’s that going? You do ok on the algebra thing?”
“School? YOU want to know about school?”
Buffy was finding it hard too. She had been counting down the hours in her head till she would have alone time with Faith, and now she had it she didn’t know what to do with it. Knew what she wanted… didn’t know how to ask.
“Well schools important right? Learning shit…with the books, and the algebra?”
“It’s important to Giles, to mom… less so to me.”
“Right. But it’s going good yeah?”
“You want my academic report?”
She was bemused. Surely Faith didn’t really care about her schooling. It seemed like she was as nervous as her… but Faith nervous? She would never have believed it.
“I’m just trying to show an interest B. I don’t want you to think I’m only interested in the…” she trailed off. Had never had a problem saying the word ‘sex’ before.
“In the..?”
“Vamp!”
“What?”
She didn’t have time to explain, pushed Buffy out of the way and swung a kick at the approaching blood sucker.
Buffy landed heavily on the ground, tasted the damp earth that the vampire smelt of. Didn’t care for it. She went to raise herself, pissed at Faith for pushing her, spotted the two new vampires bearing down on her and forgot all about pissed off.
“Faith! Behind you!”
But Faith had known they were there, her senses keened for knowing. She swung an uppercut at the one in front of her, using her momentum to swing her round and face the new two, both of them just as ugly as the first.
“Yay B!.. Looks like we got ourselves a party.”
Buffy rose to join her, to partake in the slaying side by side, falling into a familiar rhythm, both of them combining their strength and power to make quick work of the three vamps. It wasn’t hard but it still exerted them, made their breath come quicker, their hearts beat faster. Made them glow, made them hungry.
Faith staked the last one, Buffy had thrown him to her and she had plunged her stake hard and true through his chest, shouting her joy as he exploded into dust. And then she had turned. Could feel it rising in her, the absolute power, scorching its way through her body, looking for liberation… could see it mirrored in Buffy, in the rise and fall of her chest, the darkness coming over her eyes, her pupils wide and darting, finally fixing in on her. Calling her.
She didn’t need a second invitation, she went to her, crushed her mouth into Buffy’s, slid her tongue between her lips and kissed her with all the passion she was feeling. Tasted the urgency and desire and felt the need to taste more. Everything faded, everything but now.
She slid one hand behind Buffy’s head, pulling her closer, kissing her harder, her other hand she ran down the tight confines of denim, across her ass so tight and firm, hooking her leg and bringing it round her waist, trying to direct her against a tree, something to push against.
She pulled her mouth away, needed to speak words, to tell Buffy what she feeling.
“I fucking need you B… I so fucking need you…”
Buffy’s answer wasn’t spoken, she didn’t have the power to form words, didn’t want it. All she wanted was Faith. She pulled her mouth back to hers, almost savagely, everything in her wanted more, wanted it all. Needed what Faith needed.
Faith was pushing so hard into her, a leather clad thigh tight against her imprisoned pussy, rubbing against her, making her writhe, making her whimper into the kisses as she wrapped her leg tighter around her. As Faith’s hand worked it’s way between them, worked it’s way to the buttons which signalled restraint, she could feel herself letting go. Didn’t care that they were in the middle of Restfield cemetery pushed up against a tree. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered.
She threw her head back as she felt Faith’s hand enter her jeans, exhaled a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, she could feel her fingers as they rubbed against the front of her panties, pushing hard against her clit, her thigh still present and adding extra pressure. She moved herself against Faith, trying to find a rhythm amongst the madness, the friction from material driving her fast towards insanity. She wanted skin. She wanted Faith’s touch.
“Oh god…” she was pressing harder now, stroking her through the fabric, causing her to buck against her. “…touch me Faith, I need you to touch me.”
Faith slowed her hand, dragged her eyes to Buffy’s, to confirm, to see the truth behind the words. It was all there. She needed her.
Dipping her fingers underneath Buffy’s panties was like entering heaven. She could feel the soft hair, the neatness of trim, wished she could see, could feel it as it led her down to where she had to go. Her fingers parting her lips to be met with the wetness of Buffy’s desire. She played her way across her clit, stroking a rhythm designed to fulfil, let her fingers travel back towards the source of the juice, coaxing Buffy’s hole open to her, looking for entrance.
Buffy wrapped her leg even tighter still, pulled Faith even harder on to her, what she was feeling was beyond anything. She felt so hot, so god damned horny, ready to burst, she was arching herself forwards into Faith’s touch, urging her on with her body to continue, to go the last step. To take her.
“Oh fuck…” and then Faith’s finger was inside of her, pushing up into her, sliding back out, stretching her as she added another finger, her palm pushing hard against her clit. She was fucking her and it felt sublime. Her mouth was on hers again, kissing her, sucking at her tongue, her lips, everything hard and real. The tree behind her digging into her back, as Faith dug into her front. She could feel it rising, her body taking over as it met Faith thrust for thrust, clenching at her fingers as her climax hit.
She held on so tight as it overtook her, clinging onto Faith, letting her guide her through, bringing her down slowly, still kissing her, but softer, whispering words to make her safe.
“It’s alright B… I’ve got ya…”
Over and over. Believing them.
She could feel her forehead resting against her now. Her breath as it landed on her face, hot and heavy, coming in short gasps, but slowly calming. She opened her eyes. Met Faith’s.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself B.”
Faith softly drew her fingers back from Buffy, away from the warmth into the cold night air. Only it didn’t feel cold. Nothing felt cold.
“Are you ok?”
Buffy let out a little giggle, “Ok?… I don’t think ok is gonna cover it Faith… that was…” she tried to think of a word, wasn’t sure that there was a word. “…wow?”
Now it was Faith’s turn to laugh a bit. “So ya liked it then?”
“Are you serious?”
Her tone took on heavy, her eyes making a promise. “I’m serious about you B.”
“You are?”
“I am.”
They met in a kiss which wasn’t about desire, it was about something more. The hardness of just a minute a go replaced by the softness of feeling.
“I better get ya home B… I don’t wanna get ya home, I wanna take you with me, keep you with me… but I’m thinking your mom won’t be too happy if I don’t return ya.”
“Darn mothers…” she let her disappointment show on her face. The way she felt at the moment, she didn’t ever want to leave Faith’s side. “…but you’re right. After that just now, I don’t think I could take getting grounded again.”
“Don’t even joke B.”
They rearranged themselves in between more kisses. Began the slow walk back to Buffy’s. They still got there too quick, not ready to say goodbye.
“I don’t wanna go in.”
“So don’t… come back to mine, hell… stay at mine forever.”
“I think mom would hunt me down, you too… demons have nothing on my mom pissed!”
They smiled a sad smile at each other. It really was a torment to leave. Neither wanted to.
“I’ll see you in the morning yeah?”
“Of course. You can come by for breakfast if you want? Mom won’t mind, probably love to have someone else to cluck over.”
“Sounds cool.”
They kissed a last goodbye. Buffy walking away towards the house, her eyes never leaving Faith’s. She missed her touch already. Hated leaving it.
She got in and assured her mom of her safety, didn’t hang around to chat, needed to be alone, to think over everything, to replay everything. She headed straight to the window, knew that Faith would be waiting for a final glimpse. A wave goodbye till morning.
She was. And she gave it. Knew it was cheesy but blew a kiss too. Laughed as Faith caught it and planted it on her ass. She might have been offended if Faith’s ass wasn’t so hot, but it was, so she just laughed.
It hurt to see her walking away, but it was only a matter of hours till she saw her again. She climbed into bed to hunt down sleep, to make the hours pass by quicker. She wanted Faith. Realised with a smile that it wasn’t just want. It was need.
She’d been sat outside since dawn. Hadn’t been able to sleep. Not one of her senses had allowed themselves to switch off, every time she closed her eyes she could see again the look on Buffy’s face when she was inside of her. Could feel on her hand the flow of Buffy’s wetness, could still feel where her leg had wrapped around her, pulled her in so tight and crushed her against her. Her mouth was full of the taste of kisses, her ears the sound of whimpered desire. No. She couldn’t sleep.
She’d gone out slaying again, had hunted down the final stragglers from the night time, the last of the darks monsters rushing home to miss the sunrise. She’d helped them on their way, busted them into dust. She didn’t feel tired, she felt hyped. Full of life.
And now she was sat outside Buffy’s, waiting for an appropriate time, the hour when it would finally be ok to knock on the door and see her again. Couldn’t wait. Last night to her was crazy. Fucking Buffy up against a tree in the middle of a cemetery straight after dusting some vamps. She’d thought about it often enough, had sure as hell been tempted often enough… but she hadn’t thought she would ever do it. And as their first time..? Never! In her head she had wanted romance, wanted the hearts and flowers that she knew Buffy was worth, but their bodies had demanded different, had taken what they needed.
It kinda made her smirk a little. To know that Buffy had wanted it, had needed it as much as she had, it drove her fucking wild with the horny. Made her desperate to touch her again, to feel her again. Made her past desperate to feel Buffy’s touch on her. Inside of her.
She waved at the paper guy as he threw the daily news up onto the porch, amused him with the way she expertly caught it, gave it a little twirl just cos she could, just to show off. She wasn’t big with reading the news, it was either just depressing, or bore no relation to the world she lived in, but now with nothing else to do but wait, she found herself flicking through. Learnt about the bake sale in aid of the elementary school, and possibly even more fascinating, she read about the ‘WOW… 50% off this weekend’ at the local sporting goods store. The fast paced lifestyle of Sunnydale was just too crazy mad!
Her perusal of local knowledge was interrupted by the opening of the door behind her, she jumped up, ran her hands through her hair, planted a smile upon her face and turned to greet whomever.
“Faith..?” it was Joyce, dressed in a not so fetching dressing gown, and looking like she had just rolled out of bed. “Please don’t tell me you snuck round early to steal my paper?”
She looked down at the paper in her grasp, flushed red, and handed it over.
“Uh… no Mrs S, I… Buffy said to come by for breakfast… that is cool, right?”
“You always take breakfast this early Faith?”
She wasn’t sure of the time, guessed it at somewhere round six-thirty.
“I don’t like to waste the day… early birds and worms and shit.”
“Right…” she shot Faith a slightly puzzled look. “…maybe you should explain that concept to Buffy, I have the devils time getting her up for school.”
They made their way inside of the house, Joyce leading the way to the kitchen and putting on the coffee.
“You want me to go wake her up?”
She raised her eyebrows at Faith, tilted her head to the side. “If you value your life you will wait for the coffee!”
“She really that bad?”
“You don’t want to find out.”
Faith sat in silence waiting for the coffee, contemplated all the ways she would like to wake up Buffy. She couldn’t wait to go up and see her, didn’t care if she was the grumpiest morning person ever, she still couldn’t wait.
She took the two cups that Joyce handed to her and made to go to the stairs, only stopping to hear the words spoken to her in a mothers tone.
“And Faith..? Lets be polite and leave the doors open okay? I may be a cool mom… but as we decided before, not stupid.”
She disguised her warning with a smile, a real smile. She liked Faith, saw the good in her, but that didn’t mean she was happy for god knows what to occur whilst she was downstairs eating breakfast.
Faith smiled in return. Possibly slightly a grimace. That little titbit of a command had just wiped out the first twenty ways she had been devising to wake up Buffy. Eating an early breakfast had been high on her list, but now it seemed she’d have to wait for the real meal. Hopefully pancakes… would soften the blow.
Buffy was lying on her back, brow furrowed, eyes twitching beneath the closed lids. To Faith she looked beautiful. Almost too good to touch, to disturb. Half of her would be happy to stay and watch all day, the other half wouldn’t be content until she had locked eyes with her, lips with her. Welcomed the morning.
She quietly placed the cups on the side, crept next to Buffy, slowly placed her hands either side of her body and lent in to kiss her awake. Before she knew it she was across the room, ass in the air, kissing the door to the closet.
“Holy fuck B!..” she upended herself, shook her head clear. “…your mom said you were antsy in the morning, but damn that was harsh.”
“Faith..?” Buffy had sat straight up in bed, hadn’t had time to clock who was leaning over her, just knew that someone was, had thrown them before she had realised, always the slayer, always prepared.
“Of course it’s me… who the fuck else you expecting?”
“Oh god… I’m sorry…” she peered at the girl now sat against the door to the closet. “…are you ok?”
“Five by five…” Faith winced as she rotated her shoulder, checked it hadn’t popped. “…Jeez girl, remind me to never surprise you in the morning again!”
She picked herself up, dusted herself off and made her way back to the bed. She lifted the cup with the big smiley face plastered across it. “I brought you coffee as well B, ya mom said I was safe if I brought the coffee…” she looked back towards the open door, her eyes searching out a hint of Joyce, looking to scold her for the misinformation. “…guess she was wrong, right?”
“I didn’t… I thought…” Buffy turned her eyes to the clock by her bed, saw the time, widened the eyes. “…what time is it?”
Faith also looked to the clock. “Six forty seven…” she pretended at sheepish. “…err, rise and shine?”
“Rise and shine? It’s still practically night time Faith… did I miss an emergency..? You need me for world save-age?”
Faith replaced the cup, turned back towards her girl. “Maybe I just needed you for this.”
She leant forwards, moistened her lips and pressed them to Buffy’s. She didn’t get thrown this time but her head was still spinning. It was everything she remembered, the tingles shooting through her body in every direction. She teased Buffy’s mouth open, sweet little kisses which stoked desire but didn’t seek to quench it. As she pulled back and opened her eyes, she was met by the sparkling green she would have dreamt about, had she been able to find sleep.
“More please..?”
“You awake now then?”
“Could be dreaming Faith… help me to check?”
She captured her lips again, a little more aggression, a little more letting loose the feelings which were swirling through her body, had been since the graveyard. She wasn’t even aware as her hands travelled down to Buffy’s torso, slid beneath fabric to meet hot skin. Her body as it leant into the girl beneath her, lust demanding that she take it further, carry it on.
The sound of Joyce clearing her throat broke them apart. Made Faith turn her head to meet raised eyes.
“When I said leave the door open Faith, it wasn’t so I had front row seats to the show…” she pushed the door even further open, as far as it would go. “…it was an attempt to prevent the show.”
“Right… I, it wasn’t… I was just saying good morning.”
“Maybe you should practice saying that Faith. Because I’d much prefer the spoken version when you’re waking my daughter in future. Ok?”
Comments about her oral skills were flying through Faith’s head. Busting to be let out. But she didn’t. She bit her tongue, smiled and nodded. She didn’t wanna brag in front of Buffy, after all, she’d be showing her soon enough.
“I came up to see what the banging was, now I’m not so sure I want to know.”
“MOM!”
“Yes Buffy?”
“We weren’t, I mean…”
Faith observed Buffy’s struggle to find the right words, tried to help her out.
“Just a little rough and tumble Mrs S, the plan with the coffee didn’t work out so well…” she pointed to the closet, the indent from her impact. “…got my ass whupped!”
“Oh god… Buffy! Are you ok Faith?”
“She’s fine mom! It wasn’t THAT bad.”
Joyce looked back at the damage done, considered herself lucky that she hadn’t woken Buffy, and announced that breakfast would be very soon.
“Ok, I’ll just get dressed, be down in a minute.”
She went to leave, stopped, looked back at Faith. “I believe Buffy’s been dressing herself for years now Faith, come on… you can help me lay the table.”
With that the younger girl gave a wistful look back to Buffy, pulled herself from the bed and went with Joyce down the stairs. She hoped that there was lots of pancakes. She had one hell of an appetite to satisfy.
Buffy was sat in her last class of the day. It was so boring. Or it might
have been if she was even listening. Her head was elsewhere. With a girl.
Faith hadn’t been in school today, said she had ‘stuff’
to do, and Buffy was going crazy from wondering, from wanting. Everything
about the night before was consuming her mind, her body pulsing as she remembered
the feel and touch of Faith fucking her, the moment she had slipped her
finger inside of her, how hard she had pushed against her, her back still
feeling the rough of the tree, her pussy still feeling the realness of Faith.
She wanted to tell everyone. Wanted to stand atop the roof of the school
and scream it for the world to hear. Her and Faith. The chosen two. She
didn’t though… hadn’t even whispered a word to Willow,
wasn’t sure what to say, how to say. What Faith would say. Buffy wanted
it to be legit, wanted to be safe in the knowledge that she was Faith’s
girl, and Faith was hers. She felt it, was sure Faith felt the same, but
until they had spoken she wouldn’t say a word. Would keep her peace.
“Do you think she’s ok?”
“Not sure… try again.”
She was aware suddenly of Xander waving his hand in front of her face, back
and forth as if swatting at flies.
“Buffy! Buffy..?”
“Huh?”
“Someone’s got their mind on other things today!…”
he looked back to Willow, she nodded her confirmation. “…we’ve
been trying to rouse you for ages Buff, where was ya?”
She shook her head clear, brought her focus round to her friends. “Oh
nowhere special… just patrol last night…”
“Oooo did ya wrestle some big vamps? Lots of excitement slayer style?”
She contemplated Willow’s words. Felt herself colouring slightly at
the implication only she understood.
“Definitely exciting Wills…”
“Darn! Now I wish I had been there… if only we’d known
your mom was gonna release you.”
“Yeah, me too Buff… I’m always up for slaying fun!”
She swallowed down her embarrassment. “Really guys… it was more
of a … slayer… ‘thing’. Probably wouldn’t
have been so exciting for you.”
Her friends looked to each other. Were used to Buffy sometimes being all
super hero. It hurt when she cut them out though, they felt like they had
earned more.
“Well I know we’re not all super human Buff…”
“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that. It was just… intense,
ok?”
They rolled their eyes, nodded. “We set for the Bronze tonight? Friday
fun! Woo hoo the weekend? Maybe you can tell us all about it then…”
Xander looked to Buffy. “…ya know Faith will always tell us
if you don’t… her story telling is so much better!”
“Thanks Xander! And I guess so. I need to see what Faith’s up
to…”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
Willow peered at Buffy, a little crease to her brow, thinking.
“Well doesn’t Faith just show up?”
“Right… I think I arranged to slay with her though, but the
Bronze… definitely!”
She lowered her eyes, hoped that Willow wasn’t figuring it out. Not
yet.
“Well that’s agreed then.”
As they made their way out to the front of the school, Buffy was silently
wishing that Faith would be there. That what ever she had to do in the day
was done, and that they could spend a bit of time together, maybe train,
maybe just… hang out. Cos she REALLY wanted to… ‘hang
out’ with Faith.
She ran her eyes every which way, but it seemed as though the girl wasn’t
there, like she was still busy with whatever it was she had to do. Disappointment
etched itself across her features, something she couldn’t hide from
her friends.
“Hey what’s with the blues Buffy..?” Xander had seen her
searching looks, wasn’t sure what she was searching for. “Come
on… we’re free!”
“Like that makes any difference to ‘doom and gloom’ girl!”
They turned to the voice, saw Cordelia dripping with disdain.
“Oh yay! It’s Cordy…” He tried to be enthused, tried
to show her that he was over her. She didn’t seem to care. “…so
what are YOU up to this weekend then? Taking Daddy’s credit card for
a spin?”
She ran her eyes over him and gave him a look to show he was lacking. “Don’t
pretend you know what a credit card is Xander…” She turned on
her heel ready to seek out better company. “…and Buffy? Your
girlfriend’s in the library.”
Buffy’s heart jumped and then her eyes widened. ‘Girlfriend?’
Why was Cordy calling them girlfriends?
“I uh… girlfriend?”
But Cordelia had already turned, already left.
“Such a charmer.”
“You what?”
“Cordy… always charming.” Xander watched her retreat,
just a little bit of longing still apparent in his gaze. When his eyes returned
to Buffy they had a twinkle of interest shining through. “So who’s
your ‘girlfriend’ then Buffy..? You been keeping naughty secrets?”
“NO!… I don’t… Faith maybe?”
“Come on Buff, you haven’t gotta keep it a secret… if
you and Faith were…” His eyes went wide as they considered everything
that Buffy and Faith could do. “…ya know… if you were.
You wouldn’t have to keep it a secret!”
“Of course they’re not!” Willow peered at Buffy now, perhaps
trying to see, to know. “You’re not ARE you?”
“Oh god.”
She shook her head clear. Assured herself that fibbing wasn’t wrong,
and plastered her most believable look to her face.
“Of course we’re not… we just… slaying! Cordy meant
girlfriends in slaying… which we are, cos we’re both slayers…
AND girls. That’s all… no naughty secrets.”
She started backing away, not even realising that she was creeping back
towards the library.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, yeah?”
“But Buffy, we were gonna get ice cream!”
“Right… and we will, I just need to check that uh, Giles will
probably want to see me, and if Faith IS there, well then I can ask her
to the Bronze later…”
She trailed off at Willow’s look of disappointment.
“…sorry Wills, why don’t you and Xander go on ahead and
I’ll meet you in twenty?”
Willow didn’t answer, rolled her eyes instead, grabbed onto Xander’s
arm and turned to walk away. She hated it when Buffy cut her out. They WERE
best friends, but sometimes it seemed to her like that didn’t count
for anything.
Buffy watched as they walked away. She felt bad, but more then that she
wanted to see Faith. It had been ALL day. A really long day.
When she walked into the library Faith was there, dressed in her training
gear, kicking the crap out of Giles dressed in a padded suit. She stopped
and admired, let her eyes travel over every inch of exposed flesh, let her
mouth imagine taking the journey, her hands itching at her side, dying to
touch.
She let her bag fall from her shoulders, let her legs carry her the distance
till she rested in Faith’s field of vision, smiled the hello she had
been waiting to make all day.
“B… you made it!”
Faith gave one last kick to Giles, watched amused as the air rushed from
his body and he doubled over as much as one could in a well padded suit.
“Sorry G… lucky shot.”
She turned away, began stalking her prey.
“You call him G?”
“Not in public she doesn’t!”
“Right… sorry ‘Giles’”
As she reached Buffy she didn’t know what to do, knew what she wanted
to do, her body was screaming at her to take her into her arms, to lavish
kisses sweet all over her lips. But her brain was reminding her of Giles.
She had spoken to him today, had come close to baring all of her feelings…
but still, she didn‘t wanna make out in front of him. In the end she
went for a touch, just a little one… a hand ran up an arm, naked fingers
brushing naked flesh. Almost innocent.
“I told Cordy I was looking for ya, I guess she found you.”
“She said my ‘girlfriend’ was in the library…”
Faith’s face showed her shock.
“Girlfriend?”
“That’s what she said… nearly gave Xander a coronary.”
“I bet…” She wondered at Cordy’s words, at the unknown
accuracy. “…so B..? Did ya wanna be my girlfriend?”
“I… uh…” Being so close to Faith was sending her
mind into a spin. Of course she wanted to be her girlfriend, the thought
had been hounding her since the night before. Her and Faith? She wanted
it. “…yes?”
Faith let her head fall to the side, contemplating. “I’ve never
had a girlfriend before B, not really had a boyfriend either… had
lots of friends…” she saw Buffy’s look, back-pedalled.
“…not LOTS of friends, a few friends, a couple of friends…”
“It’s ok Faith, I know about your ‘friends’”
“Doesn’t freak ya?”
“You planning on keeping up those ‘friendships’?”
Her eyes travelled over Buffy again. Her body felt the pull. “Not
fucking likely B… you’re all the friend I need.”
She raised her hand to caress Buffy’s face, to trace the outline of
her lips, her mouth not far behind.
“Erm… girls..? Maybe one of you could give me a hand here?”
They broke apart stunned, both of them had momentarily forgotten about Giles
in the room.
“Right… I’ll get that for you…”
Buffy rushed forwards, flustered fingers trying to undo the catches that
would release Giles from his prison.
“…ya know, they really should make these easier to get out of,
cos with the catches… well, it’s just kinda hard… and
imagine if you were left on your own, trying to get out, no one to help
you…”
She babbled away as she made short work of the suit, hoping that Giles hadn’t
been party to what was just being said.
“…and you’d be tumbling around… and oh god. Imagine
if you fell over, just a little Englishman flopping around on the floor…”
“Buffy. As much as you’re concern about my well being touches
me, I’m quite sure that the fat suit isn’t going to be my down
fall… possibly the inanity of American culture… but not the
suit.”
He shook his head amused at the poor girl’s blabbering. Wanted to
put her at ease, but was enjoying her panic.
“Right, cos really… just a suit, and since when have suits been
anyone’s downfall? Never! Well except that one time with the Emperor’s
new clothes… but that wasn’t true… right?”
“No Buffy, purely fiction…” He looked across at Faith,
smiled at her amusement. They had spoken today, she had come to him looking
for reassurance. All scared and unsure. He had done his best to give it.
“…now tell me more about your girlfriend?”
“My what?”
“Girlfriend.”
Buffy looked across at Faith, she wasn’t sure if she was meant to
be open about what was going on, whether they were doing secretive…
what they were doing at all really.
“Oh… well, I haven’t really got a ‘girlfriend’
Giles, not like a erm…” she looked again to Faith, pleaded with
her eyes for help.
“What she means Giles is that she’s just using me for sex! There
was me thinking it was more…”
“Faith!”
“Yes baby?”
Giles looked on amused at the flustered Buffy, he truly did feel that her
and Faith would make a wonderful couple. No one else could ever understand
them like they could each other. Also it looked like it would be fun. He
still remembered how to have fun sometimes… not often, but sometimes!
“Buffy..?” he called her attention back to himself. “I
have to say I’m a little disappointed in you, now I know all about
teenagers and hormones… but using Faith just to… erm…”
“Get off?”
“Yes Faith, ‘get off’, well that’s rather heartless
don’t you think? Especially when she has been in here most of the
afternoon telling me how strongly she feels towards you.”
Buffy stood in shock. That Giles would think she was using Faith for sex?
That Faith was telling Giles how much she meant to her? That the whole world
had gone just a little bit crazy?
“I didn’t… I haven’t…”
“There’s no excuse Buffy. I think you should apologise.”
“Huh?”
Faith was doing her best not to die laughing. Giles had Buffy well and truly
hooked, and looked like he was gonna run with it for a while yet. She hadn’t
missed the reference he had made to her own feelings and was hoping that
maybe this would distract Buffy from it. She was crazy about the girl…
of course she was. And she wanted to be with the girl, of course she did…
but… well, she had a rep and stuff, wasn’t sure she wanted to
go public just yet.
Giles continued to torment Buffy for a few minutes, until she was red in
the face from protesting and Faith was red in the face from holding in her
laughter.
“Buffy I said I believe you. You’re not using Faith to ‘get
off’, that’s commendable… now maybe we should have the
standard adult/teenager ‘getting off’ conversation..?”
“Oh god… first mom and now you?” She backed her way towards
the door, at the last minute remembering to latch on to Faith. “I
really don’t need the ‘sex’ talk, ok?”
The younger girl allowed herself to be forcibly pulled along, exchanging
comical glances with her watcher, rolling her eyes at Buffy’s display
of dominance.
“Catch ya later G… iles…” she shook her head exasperatedly,
motioned back to Buffy who was still pulling on her arm. “…guess
she’s horny right?”
She raised her brows, gave them a little wriggle and disappeared out of
the door. Giles was just left standing there shaking his head. It didn’t
even bare thinking about. He wouldn’t think about it! He removed his
glasses and began to diligently clean them, he hated it when they got all
steamed up.
Willow was pissed. Faith was watching her, watching
the way she was fidgeting her feet, little taps up and down, the disapproving
glances she was throwing Buffy’s way, the injured slant to her shoulders.
It was SO obvious. So Buffy hadn’t shown up for ‘ice cream’?
So fucking what! They had other things to do, things more important then
ice cream. And they were here now weren’t they? Wasn’t like
they HAD to be… had just thought it was best. Or Buffy had thought
that it was best, didn’t wanna let down Willow twice in one day.
Faith would have been more then happy to stay just exactly where they were.
In bed with Buffy was her new favourite place. She was still pinching herself
to check it was real, that things had moved so fast. In her head she had
made big plans, lots of ways to torment Buffy into wanting her, but none
of them had been needed. Buffy had already wanted her!
Glancing across at her again she wished she could be next to her, could
be the one holding her attention, but she was paying penance to Willow,
making up for being a ‘bad girl’. It was leaving Faith bored,
at a loose end. The music was calling to her as always, urging her to rise
to her feet, to stamp out a rhythm of authority on the packed dance floor.
She had wanted to wait for Buffy to join her, but it looked like that wasn’t
gonna happen anytime soon.
She picked herself up and located her persona for dancing. Hot as hell,
sexy as fuck. She caught Buffy’s eye as she walked away, showed her
with a look that she couldn’t just sit there and play good girlfriend
and then made her way to the floor. People parted for her, they knew her…
liked to give her the space that she needed to do what she did so well.
It was so easy to lose herself. So easy to let the music flood her senses,
let each of the beats tickle her limbs into movement. It took just seconds
for her to reach the zone, the place where everything was just right, where
nothing existed past the bass line of a song. She surrendered to it, and
everyone else surrendered to her. Men, woman, boys or girls. It didn’t
matter, everyone fell under her spell.
She was whipping herself up into a frenzy now, so long she’d been
dancing… round and around, fast and slow. Buffy hadn’t joined
her, had stayed dutifully at Willow’s side… but after a while
even that had stopped bothering her. She had three guys dancing with her
now, surrounding her body with theirs, closing in on her from every angle…
pushing closer, pushing harder, taking it in turns to lift her arms over
her head, to slide fingers across flesh… she kept just out of reach,
teasing them with what they wanted and weren’t gonna have. Drawing
them in and then slipping away at the last minute. She could see the naked
want in their eyes, didn’t care for it. She was Buffy’s girl
now.
She looked across to the table again, looked to find the eyes of the girl
she belonged to. And they were on her and they weren’t happy. They
were narrow and sharp and burning deep into Faiths. She paused for a moment,
knocked from her rhythm. Didn’t realise she had stopped sliding away.
Didn’t realise that it was the opportunity that the guys were waiting
for. DID feel as wet lips latched onto the back of her neck, as hands finally
found an unencumbered path to her breasts. She reacted the only way she
knew how.
She could feel his nose break as her skull came into contact with it. She
hadn’t meant to… didn’t care though. Anything to stop
the fucker from thinking he could touch her like that. His two friends weren’t
so uncaring as they realised what had happened. One took her hair tight
between his fingers as the other looked to return the favour of a broken
nose.
Not a chance! She kicked out at the guy in front, hoped he’d never
wanted to father kids, the one behind she dispatched with an elbow to the
ribs, nothing too hard, nothing past two broken to say thanks for the hair
tug. It was over in seconds, seconds too many.
The bouncer from the door who knew her so well was bearing down on her now,
shaking his head, a slight smirk across his features.
“You know the score lady, any fighting… you’re out.”
“But dude, they started it! You expect me to let them assholes handle
my goodies?”
She pushed her ‘goodies’ out now, fixed her damsel in distress
‘help me, I’m wounded’ look across her face. Unfortunately
for her it wasn’t as convincing as her hot as fuck look.
“I told ya before, you can’t just beat people up! You got a
problem, you come to me! Now come on… out!”
She deflated her chest, slumped her shoulders, snuck her eyes across to
Buffy. She looked past pissed. Kinda hurt too. It all made Faith want to
rush to her side, but she couldn’t. Was being hounded out of there
now. She tried to convey to Buffy just what she was feeling with a look,
but it went unread. Buffy choosing to turn her head away, to not pay heed
to the things Faith wanted to tell her.
It annoyed Faith a little, it wasn’t like she MEANT to get into a
fight, it just happened. No big. She decided to wait now, to hang outside
the Bronze and wait for the ‘get a long’ gang to finish their
evening. She knew it wouldn’t be too long, it was late already and
they still had curfews.
The waiting was even less then she thought though, only a matter of minutes
until Buffy was striding through the door, eyes darting around, searching
for her girl. Maybe searching to kill someone from the look she was projecting.
“Hey B… over here.”
Buffy turned to look, caught her eye, produced a gaze of murderous proportions.
“Faith… what the hell was that all about?”
“What? The fight? Not my fault… those guys were getting frisky,
I had to put a lid on it!”
“I’m not talking about the fight.”
“Huh?”
Faith was confused, the fight was all that Buffy had to be pissed at, anything
else and she hadn’t a clue what the girl was referring to. Well maybe
a little clue, but she was gonna play dumb.
“Don’t ‘huh’ me Faith. You know what I mean…
those guys, and the dancing… and with everyone watching, and god…
I thought, I guess I thought…” She raised her eyes to show to
Faith, to let her know that her actions had hurt her. “…that
you were… mine? That we were ‘together’..?”
“Jesus B, I was only dancing! So what? I’m not allowed to dance
anymore?”
But she knew. Knew she had pushed it. Knew that if she had witnessed Buffy
getting quite so amorous with a room full of horny guys she’d be kinda
pissed too. But she wasn’t Buffy, and this was what she did, what
she always did.
“That wasn’t dancing Faith! Well it was… but not nice
dancing. Not the kind of dancing that fills me with smiles… and happy’s.
In fact I’m unhappy…” she turned her gaze away from Faith
now. She was so confused. Just earlier she had felt so crazy happy, and
now she felt like Faith had taken that happiness and trampled all over it.
Maybe danced on it. It hurt. “…I thought we were special, I
guess that’s just my bad.”
“Buffy…” She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t
really given a thought to her dancing… she kind of knew that maybe
she should tone it down… but this was her. Faith. She didn’t
do things by halves. “…I was JUST dancing. It didn’t mean
anything…”
“It meant something to me.”
She felt like an absolute shit. Hurting Buffy was never her intention, but
this was all new to her… wasn’t like it came with a rule book…
and she was ONLY dancing. Kind of. For her.
“I’m sorry, ok? Can we just forget it yeah? Get with the slaying?”
“No Faith, I can’t just forget it…” She turned her
head to look back to the Bronze, back to where her friends were. “…how
am I supposed to tell my friends that I’m with you? That I love you…”
she stopped on her own words, looked at Faith confused. Faith was looking
back at her with her own picture of astonishment. “…wait…
I didn’t mean that.”
“I didn’t realise…”
“I SAID I didn’t mean it Faith, just forget it ok?…”
she shook her head sadly, where the hell had THAT declaration come from?
Yeah she felt it… wouldn’t have been able to let Faith touch
her so intimately if she didn’t, but she wasn’t ready to say
it… especially after Faith’s little show tonight. “…I’m
gonna go back in, the guys said they’d patrol with me. I’ll
see you tomorrow if you’re about.”
Faith watched as she turned to walk away, her mouth didn’t feel like
working, like it couldn’t form the words to make Buffy stay, she would
try though. Had to try.
“B wait…” she hesitated as Buffy turned her eyes to her
again. “…look, whatever I did tonight to piss you off, I’m
sorry. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking. I just forgot…
you were with Red and I was just dancing…”
“Just leave it Faith. I’m tired. Give me a call in the morning.”
She nodded at the bouncer as he let her back in. Not once did she look back
to Faith, didn’t witness the sadness that had enveloped her, the dejection
that wrapped itself round her body. All she knew about was her own sadness.
Yes she had fallen for Faith. In a huge way… and watching her tonight,
watching other people running their hands over what she loved..? It hurt
like hell.
