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Rating: R for language
Pairing: Buffy / Faith
Disclaimer: Don’t sue me, I have no money
Author’s note: So this is the sequel to my first fic “The Clearing.” Since the girl that I actually pranked in that story never really got me back I’m putting together some anecdotes that we had during the summer, but I’ve decided that Buffy should have some form of revenge
A/N2: Just so you know, in case any of you get confused, Joyce in my story doesn’t necessarily look like Joyce (Kristine Sutherland) from BtVS. In my story Joyce looks like an older version of Buffy and a little taller, so naturally she will still be pretty hot. And the part of Tess will be played by a blonde Ashley Scott. Okay, on with the show…
Summary: This is totally AU, there are no slayers, no demons, no vampires, etc. Faith and Buffy are friends, just high school kids having a little fun during the summer
CHAPTER 1 - What Happens When You Don't Drive
“When are you going to notice I’m not talking to you?”
I tilt my head to side a little and pretend to think about it, “Gee, I dunno, maybe when you stop talking to me.” I shake my head silently, chicks.
“Well, I’m not talking to you.”
“’Kay, whatever you say, B,” I say cheerfully and smile. There’s silence for a few seconds.
“I hate you.”
“Mm-hmm,” I know I’m totally pissing her off, I love this. She’s pouting, which I think is really cute. She’s so easy to piss off too, but she has the attention span of a gnat, so she almost always forgives me by the time we get to where we’re going.
Ugh, dammit, Faith is so evil! I can't believe she was actually capable of being so conniving. What a bitch! I should've known something was up when she wore that canary-getting’ grin all the way back from the movie theatre. I swore I'd never talk to her again after that little “prank” she pulled last week, but here I am. I'm sitting in her car and we're going to the pool hall. Shit, I hate not having a car.
“Dammit, Faith, you’re such a bitch!” I snap. I'm still pretty angry about the incident.
“Y'know, you called me... If you're still angry, why'd you ask me to take you out tonight?” She's mocking me, I know she is.
“You know why,” I say, trying not to let my anger get the best of me.
“If I knew, would I be asking?” she replies flatly. Great, now she's playing dumb. She's staring at me with her eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer, so I relent. “I was bored to tears, okay? There's nothing to do, I can’t drive and my mom's too cheap to shell out for cable.” She pauses for a moment and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head.
“You're mom is hot.”
“You heard me, your mom's a total MILF.”
“Eww, gross,” I am seriously disgusted. Then she has the audacity to stick her tongue out at me, wiggling it back and forth – very suggestively. Icky! “Faith! Stop it! She's my mom!”
“God, B, you’re so easy,” she laughs. I smack her on the arm, hard. “Not while I’m driving, B, you know better.”
I just roll my eyes, “Whatever.”
Fuck, that was way too easy. I know she hates it when I talk about her mom, but usually she puts up with it till I start getting explicit – really explicit. I mean, her mom is really hot too, I know that’s kinda gross, but she’s still looks pretty young for her age. Joyce is one of those older women you can totally tell was a hottie in her day. Actually, from her early pictures, she looked a lot like Buffy. To top it off, she was in Playboy when she was in her twenties. Playboy! How fucking awesome is that? I know this because B showed me the issue she was in, Joyce may not have been playmate of the month or anything, but she definitely had it goin’ on! Why B ever even mentioned something like that to me I’ll never know. She should’ve known that I would never, ever, let something like that just drop.
I reach over and gently tip her chin up with my index finger, she tries to bite me – which I pretty much expected. That’s my B, the little biter. She’s like a freakin’ puppy sometimes, I swear. Except, I’m pretty sure she bites harder, she’s especially frisky when she’s been drinking.
Fuck, this one time, we were at a party and I’m sittin’ on the porch smokin’ a cigarette. I’m not being mean to her or anything, just minding my own and talking to Xander. She comes over, stands between my legs and looks up at me expectantly, I figure she just wanted a drag off my cigarette. So she takes my smoke, takes a drag, blows it out, then without warning she just fuckin’ clamps down on my thigh. Really. Fucking. Hard. She bit me for no damn reason at all! She leaves this big purple bruise just above my knee – which looks like I got hit with a bat or somethin’ – and gets mad at me because I smacked her on the head to get her to let go. Yeah, we’re fucked up, I know. But I love her… or hate her, depends on what day of the week it is.
“I hate you,” she states coldly, venom dripping from her tone.
“You love me,” I counter with my usual cocky charm.
She looks out the window, sighs and quietly replies, “I know.” But before I get to say anything else, we arrive at the pool hall.
CHAPTER 2 - Nice Rack
“Ow,” Buffy yelped in surprise as Faith playfully smacked her on the ass as Buffy was exiting the car. The little blonde glared daggers at her assailant who just continued to grin, but her scowl quickly faded as Faith held open the door to the pool hall for her.
“After you, Princess,” Faith said as politely as she could while containing her smirk. Buffy walked through the opened door only to be spanked again, “works every time, you never learn, do ya, B?”
“You know what?” the annoyed blonde asked as she flipped Faith the bird.
“Ooo, that a request, babe?” Faith leered.
“Always,” Buffy replied with a naughty smile of her own.
“You know, I’d take you up on the offer, but I just couldn’t be untrue to Joyce. Plus, she’s just a wildcat in the sack. I’m sure you’re not bad, but gotta rack it up to experience, y’know?”
“Hey! I’m plenty good in the— Eww, Faith, quit it, she’s my mom.”
“I know,” Faith said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Before their banter could progress any further, they were greeted by the girl behind the counter.
“Hey Faith,” the cute brunette purred, leaning forward against the counter so Faith could get a good look at her cleavage. *Uh-oh,* Buffy thought, *it’s never a good sign when they know you by name.*
“Hey, um— Cordy, how ’bout table seven?” Faith replied having to pause and look at her nametag, which both Buffy and Cordelia mistook as Faith checking out her tits. Buffy frowned.
“You got it,” Cordelia smiled while handing Faith a set of billiard balls, “and your friend’s name is?”
“Buffy,” the blonde replied flatly, but continued to glare at the Cordelia.
“Buffy?” Cordy raised an eyebrow, *what kinda name is Buffy anyway?* “okay, you and Buffy on table seven.”
“Thanks,” Faith beamed and led Buffy to the table.
Wow, pool is really not B’s game. I mean Stevie Wonder would beat this girl at pool. I’m winning, naturally, but not by much and that’s only ’cause I walk around the table putting a few of her balls in the pockets when she’s not looking. I’m trying really hard to let B win at least one game, but I can only pretend to suck to a point.
“Hey didn’t I have a red one by that pocket?”
“Um, no. I don’t think so, I think you knocked it in already,” I play dumb.
“Yeah, pretty sure,” okay, so she’s not quite as dumb as I thought she was. As she goes to line up a shot, she stretches halfway across the table, giving me quite a nice view of her ass. I grin a little and tilt my head to get a better look.
“See something you like?” she quips, her eyes never leaving the cue ball. How the hell did she know I was checkin’ her out? As if hearing my unasked question, “See the mirror?” I look up, oh, guess I never noticed that before. Weird, I always play on this table, I wonder if that’s new?
“Yay, I made it!” Buffy almost yells, drawing attention from most of the other players in here. “Did you see, Faith? Did you see?”
No. “Yeah, nice shot, B.”
“Liar, you're probably too busy still staring at my ass.”
“Was not,” I lie, I was totally still checking her out, can’t tell her though, “besides, your mom’s ass is nicer, firm too.” That wipes the smirk right off her face.
“Bitch,” I hear her mutter, I just smile as she lines up another shot. I silently walk behind her, I make sure she can’t see me this time. I take the butt of my cue and quietly place it between her legs. Just as she’s about to take her shot, I bring the stick up, guide it up the inside of her thigh and slide it up her ass crack. She jumps and so does the cue ball, it goes flying several tables over. I don’t even try to contain my laughter as she glares at me.
“I’d appreciate it if you kept your stick out from between my legs, thank you,” she says sternly, but her eyes give her away, I know she’s flirtin’ with me again.
“You sure about that, B? I thought you’d like my stick,” I tease back. She rolls her eyes and walks off in search of our missing cue ball.
CHAPTER 3 - Nescio Quid Dicas (I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About)
“What the fuck was that about?” she barks at me as soon as we’re out of the pool hall.
“Um, what the fuck was what about?” I usually pretend I have no idea what she’s talking about just to make her mad, but this time, I’m genuinely confused.
“Cut the crap, Faith,” wow, she actually sounds kinda angry.
“Uh, no, seriously, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. And why are you mad? Is it about the stick thing? Cuz that’s really not something you’d usually be pissed about.” It’s really not, she does that shit to me all the time. Granted, she does it to make me miss my shot, but that don’t work anyway.
“You’re freckin’ kidding me right? Don’t tell me you didn’t see that skank at the pool hall wink at you.” Is that what this is about? Of course I noticed that, how could she think that I didn— wait, oh this could be fun.
“No, she didn’t, did she? When?” I wonder why Buffy even cares, I know we flirt a lot, but I’d never actually go out with her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot and all, but that girl is way too high maintenance. I might fuck her once or twice, but dating is out of the question. No amount of hotness will compensate for those super bitch powers.
She looks at me and crosses her arms, “After we paid up, she was all ‘bye Fai’ and winked at you. I can’t believe you didn’t notice,” she says it like I’m the most retarded person ever.
“Oh that, yeah I did notice, I just can’t believe you did.”
“Why wouldn’t you believe I would notice?”
“B, you wouldn’t notice a naked man on fire running down the street screaming ‘donuts for all’ unless he ran into you.”
“I would so notice that,” she retorts, sounding rather offended.
“Yeah, maybe if he were screaming about donuts loud enough.”
“So? What have you got against donuts? I’ve seen you eat just as many Krispy—hey! I know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah? And what am I doing?”
“Changing the subject, I wanna know why that skank winked at you. And you said you did notice, so don’t tell me you don’t know.”
“Why are you getting all huffy? Scratch that, why do you even care in the slightest?” Now this I really do want to know.
“Why do you think?” I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking. God, why the fuck does she have to be such chick?
“I don’t know, maybe you think I might cheat on your mom. I already told you I wouldn’t do that to her. I mean, yeah, Cordy’s fuckin’ hot and all, but Joyce can do things with her—”
“STOP! Eww, you are soooo gross.” Yes! Score one for me.
“So, seriously, why are you angry about some chick winking at me?” Silence. Crap, now she’s giving me the silent treatment. Normally, I would thank God for the peace and quiet, but I really wanna know why she’s pissed about that Cordy thing.
“C’mon, B, I’ll tell you why she winked at me if you tell me why you’re mad.”
“I’ll stop talking about your mom if you tell me.”
Damn, nothing, I can’t believe that didn’t get anything out of her. She didn’t even look at me. I decide to get off the freeway at the next exit. I know exactly what will get her to talk to me. Two words. Krispy. Kreme.
She thinks she can bribe me with donuts. Bitch. Okay, just because she can doesn’t mean I’m going to tell her why I’m pissed about Cordelia. I’m not. But she doesn’t need to know that. I can be sneaky and conniving too. Hell, I’m more a girl than Faith is, it should come more naturally to me.
CHAPTER 4 - Baby Prostitutes and Perfume
I’m so excited. Faith is taking me to the Bronze tonight. Yay! I normally have a hell of a time convincing her to take me with her, but I got Willow to come tonight too. This way, Faith can leave early if she ‘needs to go to bed early’ tonight. Since tonight is special I have to make sure I look good, really good. I want Faith to want me tonight – truly desire me – oh, I’m not gonna give her any. I’m just going to torment her, like she did to me, only this is just the beginning. Oooo, this is going to be so fun. I’ve found an old Halloween costume that’s going to make her eyes pop straight out of her head. And if the outfit doesn’t do it, my perfume will. Willow gave me this stuff that is supposed to make people horny, it has some pheromones or something in it that works its magic chemically. Faith isn’t even going to know what hit her.
Jesus-fucking-Christ how long does she need to get ready? I called an hour before I came to pick her up to ask her to get ready. I called as I was leaving. I even called on my way over here. I know how she is. Yet, I'm still sittin’ here waiting for her ass to get ready and it’s been over half an hour. Ugh! What the fuck is her problem?
“I swear B, if you’re not down here in the next 5 seconds I’m sooo going to leave without you.” At this point, I would so do it too.
“Okay, okay, keep your damn pants on!” is the muffled reply I receive from upstairs.
“That is the problem, hurry the fuck up.” It’s a Friday night and I know there’s gotta be some top quality tail at the Bronze. Plus, Red will be there so I don’t have to worry ’bout B getting home when I find someone to scratch my itch. I finally hear her bedroom door open and I look towards the staircase. It’s about fucking time!
“It’s about fu—” Holy fucking shit! I rub my eyes to check if I’m hallucinating and to make sure they’re still in their sockets. B looks totally fuckin’ hot!
Whoa… Faith, no!
Right then… what am I forgetting? Oh, breathing, yeah keep breathing. Cuz, breathing good. Damn, I didn’t even know she had clothes like that. It’s kinda slutty – okay, really slutty, even for her. I mean, she’s always hot, but DAMN!
“Um, B?” okay, work brain, work. Might be easier if there were any blood left up here.
“Isn't that outfit a little...?”
“I know, it’s like totally cute, right?” she’s tryin’ to look innocent and usually she pulls that off pretty well with her blonde hair and cute little pout, but dressed like that? Yeah, right.
“Uh… yeah… it’s just... I wouldn’t expect you to… wear that sorta thing,” in public. Nope. I'd expect a prostitute to or maybe a prostitute in training. Seriously, her leather miniskirt is so short that if she bent over I'd easily be able to see her twat. Her shirt, if you can even call it that, is made of black fishnet and the only thing she has underneath it is a... is that a… bikini top?
“You want me to change?” God no, the Bronze might be closed by the time we get there if I have to wait for her to change again.
“NO! No, no, its fine, it looks fine. Let's just go.”
“Okay.” Oh, thank God.
God, I wish I had a camera. The look on her face was priceless! For a second, I thought I might have to give her CPR, she didn’t look like she was breathing. She so wants me! I wanted to tell her to pick her jaw up off the floor, but I figure it’s better to play dumb when you want to manipulate someone. I go to grab my coat and get unnecessarily close to her, brushing my ass against her thigh. I can see the lust in her eyes as I turn around.
“Hurry it up!” Faith practically shoves me out the door.
CHAPTER 5 - Meat in Front of a Hungry Dog
“Jeez, you tryin’ to set a speed record or something?” B asks me as we arrive. I ignore her and quickly walk towards the Bronze. I greet the bouncer and he gives me a nod, letting me in with B trailing closely behind me. Man, this place is packed! The music is blaring and it feels like I’m squeezing into a sardine can.
Once inside, B and I head straight to the dance floor and you can almost feel the electricity in the air. The crowd parts for us, so we get to dance in the middle of the floor. I spot the hottie from the pool hall and try to move towards her. What was her name again? Cassie?… Candy?… Cordy! She’s staring right at me and she’s got this ‘come fuck me’ look in her eyes. B’s got other plans though, as soon as I try to move away from her, she grabs me and starts grinding on me, almost dry humping my leg. Oh fuck, I can’t pass this up. But as soon as I look over to see if Cordy’s still there, I can see no sign of her. I scan the crowded area, but I can’t find her. Shit! After dancing some more, B grabs my hand and leads me over to a booth where Red is already sitting.
“Hey, Will,” she yells over the music. Red simply nods in response.
“When did you get here?” B asks as I take a seat. B decides she’d rather sit on my lap than sit next me. I quirk an eyebrow at her, but she doesn’t notice.
“’Bout 15 minutes ago,” the redhead replies.
“Why didn’t you come over and join us, Red?”
“Yeah, why didn’t you, Will?” the little tease on lap inquires as she shifts her weight a little. If I didn’t know better… Whatever she’s doin’ she better stop though, it’s bad enough I couldn’t make my way over to that little honey from the pool hall, now that I got some miniature hooker wannabe wiggling around on my lap…
“You guys look like you were having way too much fun, I figure I get us table while I can.”
Damn, B smells good. I don’t think recognize this scent, she must’ve gotten new perfume. Why am I suddenly so fuckin’ horny? I gotta get her off and go get me some. Mmm… getting’ B off… Dammit… Stop Faith, just stop there.
“Hey B, why don’t you go get us some drinks?” She turns and looks at me, shifting around again. Oh, God, I think she is doing this on purpose.
“What am I your servant now?” Yeah, always been, but right now I just want you to get the fuck off me!
“I’ll go grab some, I want to get a refill on mine anyway,” Dammit Red, why do you have to be so helpful?
“I’ll have a Sprite,” B chirps and leans back into me. Ugh… She does smell really good… Fuck, horny again… Ooo, look there’s Cordy again. She looks really good in that dress, I wonder what she’d look like out of it… She looks over and we lock eyes, I give her my most charming smile. Then her eyes move to the little tease perched on my lap, to which I point and roll my eyes. Since B’s got her back to me she can’t see anyway. Cordy’s smile returns and she suggests with her eyes that we should find someplace more private. She makes her way towards the bathrooms. Yes! She wants fuck! Go me!
“Get up, B,” I command firmly.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll hoist your little blonde ass onto this table and fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
“Promise?” Yes. But I wanna go fuck that tramp from the pool hall in the bathroom right now.
“Just get off, B.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“What is with you tonight? You’re acting like a, like—”
“Well, kinda, yeah. Stop it. I’m horny enough for the both of us. We don’t need you too.” Shit, I think I’ve created a monster.
“Is that so?” She wriggles some more, now I know she’s doing this on purpose.
“Okay, that’s it,” I say as I start to get up.
“Oh c’mon Fai, I just sat down,” the little tease wriggles again. Goddamn it B, stop it!
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say as neutrally as I can muster.
“Oh, okay,” she finally gets up. Oh, thank God. “I’ll come with you.” What?!? Why?
“Why? I’m a big girl, B, I’m pretty sure I can do it myself.”
“Don’t be silly, I have to check my make up anyway.” What? You didn’t do enough of that with my rearview mirror on the way here? She loops her arm around mine and leads me to the bathrooms. Crap.
This is so much fun. Teasing Faith is so much easier than I thought it would be. I think she almost had a heart attack when I started to get friendly with her leg. I know for sure that while I was sittin’ on her lap she was getting’ horny as hell. I know she wants to fuck Cordelia, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting that happen tonight. Nope. She must be so frustrated, oh well, that bitch deserves it!
CHAPTER 6 - Throwing a Dog a Bone
Damn, I should’ve just taken that little tease on the table like I said I would. That would’ve shown her – and just about everyone else at the Bronze. Not to mention, Red would have had a heart attack when she came back, hehe. But I didn’t, so now I’m standing inside this stupid little stall trying to figure out what I’m gonna do. Fuck! Why does she have to be so damn difficult? We passed Cordy on our way in here too. She was leaning against the wall in the hallway in front of the bathrooms waitin’ for me, she had this smirk on her face I couldn’t quite read, but no, Buffy was right there with me. Fuck! I don’t care what Buffy wants, I’m getting’ some tonight if it kills me. Least I’ll die happy, right?
What the fuck does that little tease want now?
“I swear, B, I—” as I open the door to the stall, a hand instantly covers my mouth and I’m quickly pushed back inside.
“She’s in the other stall,” she whispers, leaning so close I can feel her breath tickle my ear. I swallow and nod silently, locking the door. Don’t want to get kicked outta here tonight.
“Did you say something, Faith?” Buffy asks from the other stall.
“No. No, I didn’t.” I manage to stifle a moan while Cordy starts sucking on my neck. I hear B flush and exit her stall. I promptly grab Cordy’s ass and lift her up, pinning her against the wall, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. Her skirt is so short it’s easy for my hand to find her opening. Nice. And she’s gone commando tonight. Even nicer. No obstacles.
As if reading my mind, she stops sucking on my earlobe just long enough to murmur, “No panty lines.”
She’s been in there a really long time now. I’ve washed my hands, checked my makeup – twice, and readjusted my tits. It’s been like twenty minutes. Even I don’t take that long. Getting really impatient, I decide to poke my head back in the bathroom.
“Fai… are you done yet?”
No answer. I fully step back inside the bathrooms.
“Uhhh… yeah… uhhh… al… most… uhhh… done… ugh.” Was that a grunt? It sounded like a grunt.
“Um, Faith, are you okay? You sound kinda funny.”
“Fine, B,” she smiles broadly at me when she steps out of the stall, “never felt better.” I’d really hate that smirk of hers if it weren’t for those dimples. She casually puts her arm around my shoulders and leads me back to our booth where Willow is waiting for us.
I came to the decision that taking B back to the booth as quickly as possible was the best way to let Cordy slip out of the stall unseen. So, I put an arm around B and take her back to the booth.
“What happened? You guys fall in or something? I was about to send a search party after you.” Red immediately starts the interrogation before my butt even hits the seat.
Again taking a seat on my lap, B dryly replies, “Well it would have been much faster if someone didn’t take so damn long in the stall.”
“What can I say, B? I have needs that need taking care of,” I wink at Cordy as I spot her slip away. Crap, Red spotted me. She raises an eyebrow at me. I just shrug. Buffy sees Cordy, but not the wink – thank God.
“Isn’t that the skank from the pool place?” Hey, she’s not a skank, well – maybe a little bit. She turns to look at me, squirming around as much as humanly possible – ha, not gonna work on me now, got that taken care of. Ooo, she really smells good, gotta ask her what that is later. What the fuck? How the fuck can I be horny again, I just got lucky. Shit.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Oh, well, whatever. I don’t really care.” Though I could probably go for round two right now, I take a sip of my drink instead, and almost choke on it. B pats me on the back.
“Faith, what’s wrong?” Red asks.
“There’s no alcohol in this!” I cough.
“Um, no. The bartender wouldn’t give me any, said she couldn’t ‘stack’ drinks, whatever that means.”
“What?” I look over to see who’s working tonight. Ooo, it’s Tess, I’m still tryin’ to get in them pants. I can tell she wants me, but apparently they have a ‘don’t screw the customers’ policy here. That sucks. Doesn’t stop me from trying though, I start to get up but…
“Faith, where are you going now?” B tilts her head at me.
“The bar, I’m gonna get a real drink.”
“I’ll come with.”
“No,” I instruct firmly, “if you do, I won’t get my drink. You look way too young.”
“Do not,” she pouts, but lets me get up, “Fai, will you get me one of those pretty colored ones with the umbrellas in them?”
“Yeah sure,” I’m not really paying attention. I’m more focused on the blonde behind the bar who’s just noticed me heading her direction. She gives me a dazzling smile, damn she’s cute. What I wouldn’t give to get it on with her.
“Hey Tess,” my charm is on full blast.
“Hi Faith,” she purrs, “who’s your friend?” She nods at Buffy.
“Oh her? Just a friend,” I reply coolly.
“Well, you certainly… look friendly.” I can’t help but chuckle a little at that.
“She couldn’t hold a candle to you babe,” I say, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
She gives me a warm smile before asking, “So what can I get for you tonight Faith?”
“Well, there’s a few—”
“To drink, Faith.” Dammit. Oh well, can’t blame me for trying.
“Jack and coke, make it a double. And a… uh… a sex on the beach,” she raises an eyebrow to my second order, so I clarify, “for the little skankette over in the booth.” She nods and hands over the drinks. “Hey Tess, if you ever change your mind…”
“I’ll definitely let you know,” she winks at me and I return to our table with drinks in hand.
CHAPTER 7 - Cocktails and Cockteases
Did I really just see Faith kiss that bartender? Guess that’s how she always manages to get plastered at this place without an ID. Oh well, I wonder if Faith will get me another drink if I get all jealous about it?
“Here you go,” she says, as she sets the pinkish colored drink down in front of me. I get up to let her sit and reclaim my place on her lap.
“What is this?” I ask, taking a sip. Ooo, it’s good.
“Sex on the beach.” Really? I wonder why cocktails always have such sexy names… Cocktails… Hehe…
“Okay, but I bet you get sand in some very uncomfortable places.” I smile innocently, taking another drink.
“Yeah, your mom said that too,” she smirks. Why does she always bring my mom into it? Fuck you, Faith.
“Told ya B, you’re not my type.”
“Apparently, I was twenty minutes ago when you threatened to… what was it Faith? ‘Hoist my little blonde ass onto this table and fuck me right here in front of everyone’ I think were your exact words.” Willow nearly chokes on her drink.
“What?!?” she sputters, “Where was I?” Poor Will.
“You were getting our drinks,” Faith replies without batting an eyelash, “besides B, I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Do you ever?” Now it’s my turn to smirk. Willow on the other hand, has turned redder than her hair.
“No, but your mom doesn’t seem to mind,” she follows this with a very vulgar hand and tongue motion. Gross!
“Eww, Faith. I hate you.” Dammit, why does she always get to win? Well, she’ll get hers, I’ll see to that…
“Aw, face it, honey, you love me,” she wraps her arms my middle.
“I know I do,” I sigh. I hate you for it too.
I love winning, not so much for the win, but just to piss off B.
“Did I see you kiss the bartender?” Red asks with a wry smile. Shit. I didn’t think they could see me from here.
“It was just a peck, Red,” B raises an eyebrow, “no really, she won’t fuck me.”
“Well, that’s a first. Finally found someone your charm won’t work on?” Red taunts.
“No. For your information, there’s a no screwing the customers policy here. My charm works on everyone, thank you very much.” I stick out my tongue at her.
“Well, someone’s self-assured.” Shut up Red.
“Wait, so you’re like cheating on my mom now?” B tilts her head a little. Damn, when did she start with the mom comebacks? There’s no way I’m letting her win this.
“No, well, we have very open minded relationship. It isn’t cheating if she’s there watching.” Ha! Gotcha there, B.
B just scrunches up her nose in disgust. I win.
A few more drinks later, B’s ready to dance and so am I. She grabs my hand and drags me over to the dance floor. It feels really hot up in here and B’s grinding on me like she’s trying to get off, probably is. Meanwhile, I’m horny as fuck and what that little minx is selling, I ain’t buying. I scan the crowd again to try and spot Cordy. I wanna get in round two. Shit. What the fuck? Is that B sucking on my earlobe? Holy shit, it is.
“Will you get me another drink, Fai?” she breathes into my ear. Fuck, she’s making me so hot.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night.”
“Aw, c’mon, Faithy, just one more? Please,” she pulls away and puts on her pout. Fuck.
“That’s cheating, B,” this only makes her jut out her bottom lip further.
“C’mon, Faith, I’ll give you road head…”
“Promises, promises,” I tease, but I relent and head over to the bar to get another round. The moment I reach the bar I immediately feel a hand on my shoulder. I smile as I realize who it is.
“Hey gorgeous,” I say seductively.
“Hey yourself,” Cordy responds, her voice husky and dripping with desire.
“So, you think you could handle another round?” Tess suddenly appears behind the bar and I motion for two more shots, she pours them quickly. I down mine instantly, tossing my head back to help the alcohol down. I’m surprised when Cordy imitates my actions and gives me a sly smile. Well… not really…
“That was nice, but I wasn’t exactly thinking about drinking, Faith.”
Cordy grins and bites her lip a little. “C’mon,” she grabs my hand and escorts me briskly out of the Bronze.
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