Chapter 10 - My Time Of Need
Later that night, the leading lady of this story can be found in her bedroom, in her yummy sushi pajamas, hugging the Care Bear to her body. She’s still upset after her talk with Anna. She’s only left her room once since she returned home, and that was to get a shower. Her mother is concerned about her, but Buffy lied and said she’s coming down with something, so hopefully she’ll get out of going to school tomorrow. She knows if she has to face the ginger girl and her goofy long time friend she’ll lose her temper after hearing Anna’s side of the story. It’s obvious that no one at that school really knows Faith, or Anna for that matter.
Just when she’s about to close her eyes and drift off to sleep she hears a rapping, a rapping on her bedroom window. ‘I swear to God if you don’t knock it off with that Edgar Allen Poe shit I’m going to fire you and get a new narrator,’ the disgruntled blonde thinks, and crawls out from under her covers. She flicks on the table lamp and walks her scrawny self over to the window. Her face is tear stained, and she looks like a drowned rat because her hair is still wet from the shower. ‘Now you’re just being mean. Stop it, I feel bad enough as it is.’ She pulls back the curtain and sees Faith sitting outside her bedroom window.
At the sight of the raven haired girl Buffy loses it and breaks down for the third time that day. Thinking about everything the two teenagers had gone through is too much for her to handle. She opens her window but doesn’t wait for Faith to enter. She sits back down on her bed and cries into her hands. She feels the other girl sit down next to her, and she leans against the warm, comforting body.
“Shh, Buffy, calm down,” Faith whispers and wraps a comforting arm around the damaged girl. Buffy leans into the touch and wraps both of her arms around Faith, and cries in her neck. She’s totally embarrassed, but at the same time she does not care. She needs someone to hold her, and the only one she wants right now is Faith. “Shh, B. I got you, you’re ok now.” The blonde slowly started to calm down. Her tears stopped flowing, the sobs slowly turned to hiccups, and her breathing returned to normal. She pulled out of the warm embrace and blushed with embarrassment at the sight of the wet spot on Faith’s shirt.
“I’m sorry,” she says and wipes the drying tears off her face. She watches as Faith slowly cups her cheek, and gently caresses the soft skin with her thumb. Buffy sighs a little, relieved sigh and leans into the touch. She smiles a little when Faith smiles at her. ‘I must look like a freak. And don’t you dare comment.’
“It’s ok, it’s just a shirt,” Faith whispers and leaves a very gentle kiss on Buffy’s swollen lips. When they pull back from the kiss the upset blonde looks a little better, but Faith still looks concerned. ‘She does care about me, I knew it. I knew Willow and Xander were totally wrong about her.’ “Wanna tell me why you’re so sad?” Buffy looks away from the brown eyes of the girl sitting in front of her. ‘She’s going to be mad at me for going to Anna.’ So she takes in a deep breath and starts at the very beginning hoping if the brunette knows the entire story that she won’t get mad at her for talking to Anna Mills.
“Ever since you asked me out Willow and Xander have been telling me what a horrible person you supposedly are. I didn’t believe them because you’ve been so sweet to me, but they kept telling me that you’re some kind of heartbreaking monster.” She pauses and Faith gently wipes away the remainder of the drying tears. “So today I questioned them on it. They kept telling me how you’ve hurt all these girls, but they never told me any names, so I asked them for some.” Buffy tenses up at the thought of what she’s about to tell Faith, and all of the horrible ways Faith could react.
“So Xander told me one. He gave me an address, told me to talk to a girl named Anna Mills.” She stops breathing when she feels Faith tense. She looks up at the younger girl, and she’s completely frozen in place. She keeps going, hoping, and praying that Faith will still want to be around her at the end of it. “So I went to her house, and she told me everything.” Buffy is as quiet as a mouse while she waits for Faith to respond.
“What did she tell you?” Faith asks, her expression is still one of shock. Buffy is a little confused by the question, but she answers it without any hesitation.
“She told me that you two became friends when you were working on a school project together, and after a while she fell for you and you two started dating. And her dad walked in on you after you slept together, and everyone at school found out about you guys because Cordelia walked in on you in the girl’s locker room, and that you took the blame for everything so Anna’s reputation wouldn’t be ruined. But her dad sent her off to private school to keep her away from you. She told me you were her first everything, and she loved you so much, and it broke her heart when you dumped her, but you did it to try and protect her.” The blonde starts to cry again, but she quickly gets it under control.
“I can’t believe she told you all of that,” Faith says sounding stunned, and a little wounded. Her eyes refocus on the blonde after a minute or two, and she look confused. She lets go of Buffy and scoots away a little, the bedroom feeling like it’s shrunk and closing in on her. She takes in a deep breath to calm herself down. “I don’t get it, why are you so upset?” Buffy looks at Faith as if the other girl grew two more heads.
“There was so much pain in her eyes, and she was so...destroyed. She smiled before she started talking about it, but it didn’t reach her eyes, ya know? Like she was doing it just to pretend like she’s happy now. And hearing what you two have gone through it just...it hurt. It hurt so much.” She starts crying again, and this time it takes a little longer to get it under control. She looks at the brunette with a desperate, pleading look in her eyes. “Will you hold me, please? All day I wanted you to come back so you can hold me.”
The younger teen slowly nods her head. Buffy holds onto her hand and pulls the other girl with her as she scoots back on the bed. They lay down next to each other, their heads on either pillow. Buffy isn’t too sure what her next move should be. ‘Should I scoot over to her or wait for her to give me some sort of signal?’ When Faith slowly reaches over and gently runs a hand up and down Buffy’s arm, the blonder of the two knows that’s the signal she was looking for. She scoots over towards Faith and the brunette wraps her arms around the sad teen.
They lay together in relative silence. Buffy is still trying to keep her sobbing under control, and Faith every once in a while will make that soft shushing sound to try and calm the blonde. She’s gently rubbing Buffy’s back, and her chin is resting on the top of Buffy’s head. The brunette has never felt anything this comfortable, and real, at least not since she and Anna were caught. She wants to bottle it up and keep it forever. She starts to feel a little panicked but forces it back. Thoughts like ‘too soon’ and ‘get out, get out, get out!’ keep running through her mind, but she forces them to quiet down.
When Buffy is finally calm they still lay together, in the quiet of the room. Faith doesn’t know what to do or say. She’s never been with anyone like this since Anna, and the uncertainty is starting to create an awkward tension between them. So Buffy decides to break the silence, but she doesn’t know what she should say. ‘Nothing heavy, we already talked about some heavy stuff. Would now be a good time to bring up the dace? Yeah, I think now is a good time. It’ll give us something safe to talk about.’
“Hey, Faith,” she whispers and pulls away from the embrace just enough to look into the dark eyes of the girl who’s still holding her. “Did you know that semiformal is coming up?” The brunette nods her head yes but doesn’t say anything. ‘Ok, good sign or bad? I think we’re entering a school zone, reduce speed to 25 mph.’ “I got asked to it by two different people today. I’ve never even talked to them before, one of them I didn’t even know existed until she asked me. How weird is that?” The brunette has little red flags going off in her mind.
“Do you remember their names?” she asks and moves her hand from Buffy’s back to Buffy’s arm. She watches as the blonde gets a cute little look on her face while she tries to remember the names of the two asker-outers. ‘Does she even realize how cute she is? She has to know, and I bet she uses it to get her way. She already tried it once at the fair. She didn’t just try it, she did it, and it worked. I’m such a sucker for a cute blonde.’
“Well, the boy was Percy West, everybody knows who he is. I can’t remember the girl’s name. I know it started with a K, but I don’t remember. Wait here real quick.” And as quick as a bunny the little blonde hops off the bed and quietly makes her way over to her laundry basket. She gets her sweater and takes out the little slip of paper and unfolds it. “Kennedy, her name is Kennedy.” She tosses it into the trash, and sits back down on the bed. She isn’t sure if Faith wants to hold her some more so she waits for the brunette to take the lead. “Do you know her? She seemed really sure of herself. Said you wouldn’t take me because dances just aren’t your thing.” She tries not to look sad at that but she does.
“They’re not.” Plain and simple. Buffy looks down at her lap and pouts some more. This is her first big dance at her new school and she really wanted to go. She doesn’t want anyone to label her a weird loner who can’t get a date for the dance. She hears Faith chuckle a little so she looks up, pout still in place, and sees that the brunette is smiling a megawatt smile. ‘What the hell is she smiling at?’ “But I think I’ll make an exception. God, you’re so cute when you pout.” That makes the blonde blush, and get a bashful smile on her face.
“Really?” she asks, and blushes a little more. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and watches as Faith props herself up on her elbow. The brunette still has that little smile on her face and the blonde can’t help but smile back.
“Totally. If you ever get caught committing a crime just pout in front of the judge and jury and they’ll let you go, maybe even apologize for making you go through all of it.” That makes Buffy giggle a little bit, but she keeps it low since her mom might hear them. But then Buffy get a little serious, and she feels a little bad about it since they had a nice little moment going. Faith notices the change right away and prepares herself for whatever it is the blonde is going to say.
“So, you’re not mad at me for going to see Anna?” she asks and looks away from Faith. She doesn’t even look up when she feels the bed shift down as Faith sits up. Then she feels the brunette’s soft hands on her face, and her chin is lifted up so she’s pretty much forced to look at the other girl. And when she looks into Faith’s eyes she sees nothing but understanding. There’s no anger, or irritation or any of the other things she was expecting the other girl to be.
“No, I’m not mad that you went to see her. She knows more about me then anyone else in this town.” Faith gently caresses Buffy’s cheek and the older girl almost purrs at the feeling. ‘I can totally get used to this.’ “There are some things though. Things that you’re not going to like. Things I’ve done to people. But can we talk about all of that later? It’s my first night back in town and I missed you.” Buffy smiles very shyly at that. “I was kinda hoping for a welcome back kiss.” The blonde nods her head a little bit and they slowly lean towards each other.
‘I am never going to get tired of her lips,’ she thinks as Faith kisses her slowly and very gently. The part their lips at almost the same time, and their tongues come out to play. They slowly massage against each other, and chase each other back and forth from one mouth to the other. Then Faith does that swirly thing on the top of Buffy’s mouth that the blonde has come to love, and Buffy moans deep in her throat. They pull back for about three seconds to catch their breath, but then dive back in. Faith lets her hand rest on the nape of Buffy’s neck, and she gently massages the warm skin with her fingers. ‘Oh God, if she’s trying to get me worked up so I’ll take this further she’s doing a good job.’
“Elizabeth Anne Summers!” They both pull back like they were just burned and look over at the bedroom door. Both of their faces pale when they see Joyce standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, tapping her foot in frustration. Her face is red, and her breathing is hard. Neither one of them knows what to say so they remain quiet. “I think it’s about time you left.” Faith nods her head and casts a ‘I’ll see you later’ type of look at Buffy before she gets off the bed and slowly slinks her way passed the angry mother. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” The older Summers leaves the room and slams the door on her way out. ‘Well, at least we both still have our skin.’ She turns out her lamp, crawls under the covers, and cuddles up to her Care Bear while she falls asleep, dreaming of no one but Faith.
Chapter 11 - My Knight In Shining Armor
‘This has got to be the corniest thing I’ve ever seen. Seriously, I thought this kind of stuff only exists in B list teenage romantic comedies?’ our perky blonde girl thinks as Faith escorts her through the door of the gym. Tonight is the night of the big dance, and it took a lot of begging, and eventually some bribing in order to get the blonde’s mother to agree to let her go to the dance. After this though it’s three months no friends, no phone, no fun. ‘So I have to really enjoy this because it’s going to be my last night of freedom.’
Buffy is especially sad because she can no longer have her late night visits from Faith. Joyce went on a rampage the night after she caught them and she nailed Buffy’s windows shut. The blonde was furious when she saw it, but she forced herself not to argue because then she would have blown all chances of getting her mother to let her go to the dance. And there was no way she was going to miss that, even if she had to sneak out. What Buffy doesn’t know, is the nails are just for show. They’re too short to actually keep the window closed. Joyce would never intentionally put her daughter at risk, and nailing her bedroom windows shut is a big one. What if there’s a fire and the window is the only way out?
They step into the very large room. Cheesy decorations hang from the ceiling, and are stapled to the walls. There are round tables scattered throughout the room in tiny clusters for the students to sit at when they need a break from dancing to the very cheesy eighties and early nineties soft rock. There are long rectangular tables along one of the walls where the food and punch is kept for the thirsty and hungry dance goers. And then there’s the dance floor. It’s only ten minutes into the semiformal event and it’s already packed.
“I’ll get us a table, and will you get some drinks?” the nervous blonde asks and fidgets around. She’s never felt so nervous in her entire life. The drive here was somewhat awkward, neither girl knew what to say so the radio was turned on to get rid of the awkward silence. ‘She probably thinks I’m a freak,’ Buffy thinks as she finds a nice table near the back of the room and sits down. She puts her purse down and tries not to look nervous. ‘I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’m the one who wanted to come here.’
“Here,” Faith says and set a white paper cup down in front of her. “Better drink up while you can. In about an hour someone from the football team is gonna spike the punch. I didn’t know if you wanted something to eat or not so I got a little bit of everything.” The brunette girl puts down two plates full of different types of finger sandwiches.
“Uh, thanks. I guess I could eat a little.” Not wanting to be rude the blonde takes one of the tiny appetizers and takes a bite of what she thinks is chicken. Faith does the same and it’s completely obvious that the two are very uncomfortable. Even a blind person could see it. Buffy takes a drink of the sour punch to try and wash the taste of stale bread out of her mouth and it only works a little. “Wanna dance now?” Faith nods her head and looks a little relieved. The two get up and make their way out to the dance floor and join the other students from Sunnydale high.
They’re still a little awkward so the dancing isn’t as good as it could be. Buffy definitely doesn’t know exactly what she should be doing right now. ‘Does she want me to dace closer, or does she want to be more casual about this? She’s never been to a school dance before that I know of so maybe she wants to just take it slow. I wish I could ask her without it being totally awkward and weird. Yeah, ‘cause right now we’re totally relaxed and comfortable with each other. Come one, how much worst could it get.’ A lot, and that’s why the blonde is silent.
‘Why am I so fuckin nervous?’ Faith asks herself as she dances with the blonde beauty. ‘Ok, just pretend you’re at a party. A very boring non-alcoholic party, and Buffy is just another blonde you’re trying to sleep with. No, I can’t think that or I’ll try to sleep with her. Ok retard, just relax. That would be a lot easier if so many people weren’t looking at us.’ She glares at some of her peers who seem to have caught a case of the stares.
“It looks like we have an audience,” Buffy says and looks around at the people who are watching them. It seems like ever since she turned down Percy and Kennedy’s offers everyone at the school has been watching her. ‘I’m just being paranoid. I’ve been nervous about the dance ever since Faith said she’d take me and that nervous energy had to go somewhere so it turned into paranoia. Simple as that.’ The blonde looks even more nervous and unsure of what to do when a slow song starts to play.
“We can just go sit down,” Faith says and Buffy can feel her soft breath on her face. The air conditioner blows a gentle breeze and Buffy picks up on Faith’s perfume. It’s the exact same perfume she wore at the fair. And suddenly, just like in a cheesy romantic comedy marketed towards a teenage audience, she remembers how much fun they had that day, and how relaxed they were with each other. It causes her to gently smile and wrap her arms around Faith’s back, so that her hands on gently resting on the slightly taller girl’s shoulder blades. This also causes them to move a lot closer to each other.
“No, it’s ok. I actually like this song,” she says softly and rests her head on the brunette’s shoulder. ‘Ok, Buffy, don’t push it too much. She’s totally tense right now. If you seem to eager she might run off. She may be a ‘woman of the world’ but right now she’s as skittish as Bambi, and just as cute.’ The brunette surprised Buffy very much by showing up at the house in a nice dress. Sure it’s black, but it’s elegant and makes the brunette look very sophisticated.
The blonde is dressed in a nice white dress that she spent hours picking out at the mall. This is a semiformal after all so she wanted to keep it pretty casual, but not too casual just in case Faith stepped it up a little. And the blonde is very thankful she decided to follow her own advice on that one. ‘I would look like a total freak if I picked that blue dress.’ Yes, yes you would have. ‘Why do you have to be so mean all the time? It’s not my fault you’re just a narrator.’
The now very relaxed blonde can’t help but smile very wide when she feels the brunette rest her hands on her lower back as they continue to gently sway together to the soft music. To be honest neither one of them is listening to the lyrics. All they can concentrate on is each other. Sappy, I know. Very sappy. But they seem to be enjoying themselves, and that’s the important thing, right? As the song comes to an end and the two girls start to separate Buffy gets hit with a moment of girliness and one thought runs rapidly through her mind. ‘Oh God, did I smudge my make up on her shoulder?’ She forces herself to calm down and stop herself from panicking and looks up into Faith’s eyes.
“Can you refill my punch while I use the bathroom?” she asks and Faith nods her head. ‘God, I waited ten minutes in the living room with her mom while she was in the bathroom, why didn’t she go then?’ the brunette thinks, but all she does is go back to the table, retrieve Buffy’s cup and refills it. ‘Looks like the football team got to it earlier then I thought. Should I warn her about it or just let her drink it so I can see the funny look she’ll make? Choices, choices. Nah, I better tell her or she might kill me.’ She leaves the table that’s gathering a small crowd and she sits down at their table and waits.
‘Oh man, I hope I don’t ruin this even more,’ Buffy thinks to herself as she touches up her eyeliner. ‘I want to look perfect for Faith because she obviously put a lot of effort into tonight.’ She smiles to herself, and she fills with giggly joy when she thinks about her brunette counterpart. But the smiling soon goes away when the door opens and three girls walk in. One is Kennedy and the other two Buffy has never seen before in her entire life. The busty redhead walks into one of the stalls while the other two wait for her to finish up.
“Having fun tonight, Buffy?” Kennedy asks with a little bit of a sneer. ‘Why is she being so mean to me? There’s no way in hell she wanted to go with me that bad. She even said it was going to be a no strings attached night. And she has two girls with her. Two! And both of them are a lot more…curvy then I am. So she’s obviously better off with them because there’s no way I would have let her feel my goodies.’ The blonde puts her make up back in her little purse, and offers the miffed brunette a small smile. Killing her with kindness is what our little blonde plans on doing. This way Kennedy can be as pissy as she wants, and Buffy’s attitude will just make her look like a bigger bitch.
“Very much. What about you?” ‘Yeah, are you having fun with your call girl wannabes?’ The toilet flushes from the stall the redhead went into and a second later the door opens. The girl walks over and washes her hands a little too well. ‘Ok, does she have OCD or something? I just want to get out of here and back to Faith. She’s probably wondering what the hell is taking me so long. God, she’s so great. I’m so happy I said yes when she asked me out. She never answered when I asked if she knew Kennedy or not. I really hope they’re not friends because I don’t want be the kind of girlfriend who tells her significant other who they can and can’t hang out with.’
“I’m having lots of fun,” the brunette says and wraps her arm around the waist of the curvy blonde standing next to her. The blonde smiles, and then giggles when Kennedy starts to kiss her neck. “It isn’t too late, ya know. Feel free to join us anytime.” ‘In your dreams, skank.’ Is what our tiny blonde thinks. But her mother didn’t raise her to say anything like that to someone she barely knows. So what she says is way more on the polite side, despite the fact she really wants to tear this tramp a new one. ‘Figuratively speaking.’
“No thank you. I’m here with Faith and that would be totally rude.” The redhead gives Buffy a strange look. ‘Why can’t they just leave? I was here first.’ Her childish manner is going to get her out of this one as the redhead opens her mouth to speak.
“If you think Faith has a problem with being with more then one girl at a time then you know absolutely nothing about her.” The skanky redhead, and the skanky blonde both smile as does Kennedy, and they make their way out of the bathroom. ‘I’m just going to ignore it. They might have slept with Faith, they might not have, but I don’t need to know. It was all before she asked me out, hopefully, so I don’t need to know about it. At least not yet.’
She puts some finishing touches on her make up before she leaves the bathroom. She stops when she sees Percy West standing outside the door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. ‘What it is, ‘Ambush Buffy Night’? Is my ex-boyfriend going to show up and give me some grief too?’ she thinks and tries not to make an irritated noise. ‘Ok, Buffy, just calm down. He might not be looking for you. He probably thinks his date is in here after she said she was going to the bathroom and then ran away from the sheer boredom.’
“Hey Percy,” she says in a friendly tone. “If you’re looking for someone I don’t think anyone is in there. I can look for you if you want.” ‘Why did I just offer that? Oh right, because I’m nice. Why do I have to be nice all the time?’ She watches as Percy actually stands up straight and looks down at her. She suddenly feels very small compared to the boy who’s height is a whole eight inches taller then she is, and he seems to be using every inch to his advantage.
“No, I’m not looking for anyone else,” he says and takes a step closer. The blonde starts to get a little nervous for a completely different reason. This nervousness isn’t about ‘should I hold her hand or not?’ This is about ‘why is he acting so weird?’ “You cost me a lot tonight. Do you know that?” ‘What the heck is he talking about?’ I could tell you but I think I’ll just let him do it for me. ‘You are so lazy. What if he tries to hurt me.’ Hey, I’m just a narrator, remember?
“You owe me five hundred bucks, Summers,” he says and looks her dead in the eye. He walks closer to her and Buffy focuses on getting around him subtly so she can make a run for it back to the gym. ‘I may be in heels but I can still run pretty fast.’ “If you don’t have it...” He eyes her body up and down and she tries not to shiver under the gaze. “...we can always work something out.” He gets into her personal space and she takes a couple steps back.
“I don’t owe you anything,” she says and tries not to sound like a scared little bunny or something. “Now if you’ll excuse someone is waiting for me.” She tries to walk around him but he blocks her path. “Percy I’m not joking around, now move.” She tires to pass him again, but again he blocks her. The situation is heating up, getting more intense, and Buffy doesn’t like any of it. She just wants to be back at the gym with Faith, where she’s safe.
“Oh you owe me. I lost five hundred bucks because of you. I wouldn’t be so pissed but I lost it because of that fucking skank. Do you want to get syphilis? Don’t you think it would be easier to lick the pole at a strip club?” ‘Gross. Does Faith really have syphilis or is he just being a jackass? I’ll have to ask her about it later. Ok, Buffy an obviously insane boy won’t let you leave and your biggest concern at the moment is whether or not Faith has syphilis? Get real.’
“Don’t talk about Faith like that. You don’t know anything about her,” the now very angry blonde says and takes a step back. ‘Oh yeah, that’s how you show him you aren’t scared.’ Percy grabs onto her arm and squeezes really hard, hard enough to instantly leave a bruise. “Ow, let go!” She scratches at his face. He yells and lets go of her. But he recovers from the assault before she can get away.
“You stupid bitch!” he yells and back hands her. She falls to the ground and he’s at her side in a second. He grabs onto her arm again, and pulls her off the ground. ‘God, he almost ripped my shoulder out of the socket,’ she thinks as she winces. “This isn’t even about the money anymore. You’re gonna pay for that instead.” He slams her up against the nearest row of lockers and starts tugging at the skirt of her dress.
“Let go!” she screams and pushes at him, and tries to scratch at his face again but he hits her and it puts her in too much of a daze to concentrate on fighting back. Eyes blurry, and her senses out of whack all she can think about is getting away. “Help! Someone help me!” But the music is too loud for anyone to hear. Her only chance is if one of the many girls inside the gym needs to use the bathroom. He gets her skirt pulled up and starts tugging at her underwear. She starts squirming around, and fighting with all the might in her little body. But it wasn’t enough.
“Keep movin, girly,” he says and rips her underwear off her body and tosses it aside. “I like it when they squirm.” ‘I really don’t think he’ll go away if I sit still. I need to get out of here. I need help! Why is he doing this to me? What the fuck is the matter with him?’ She hears him unzip his pants and hear heart seems to jump into her ears, and all she can hear is the pounding of her blood. Tears start streaming down her eyes at the thought of what’s about to happen. This is so not how she pictured she would lose her virginity. She wants the cliché, with candles, and flower peddles, and soft music. Not this.
“You mother fucker!” Buffy hears someone scream, and suddenly she’s pulled to the ground. Whoever hit Percy didn’t take into account that he was still holding onto the blonde’s arm. She hits her head on the floor but not hard enough to knock her out. She looks up just in time to see Faith kick Percy West right in the stomach. “You fucking son of a bitch!” She kicks him again, this time in the face and blood flies out of his mouth much like in the movies.
Buffy winces when she hears a tooth clatter on the floor. The very enraged brunette just keeps kicking. ‘God, she’s going to kill him.’ The disoriented blonde gets up to her feet with a lot of difficulty. She stumbles and hits her shoulder on the lockers. She uses them to steady herself, and she slowly makes her way over to her date, who is currently stomping on Percy’s back with her heeled shoe. Buffy grabs onto her arm and tries to pull her away.
“Faith stop!” she yells and tugs some more. “Faith stop before you break his spine!” She tugs as hard as she can and she’s very surprised when the brunette pushes her back. She stumbles and falls to the ground, but luckily lands on her butt. “Ow, Faith!” That seems to snap the darker haired girl out of her trance like state. She turns around, her face pale, and she runs to the fallen blonde’s side.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. Here,” she offers her hand to Buffy and the blonde takes it. Faith takes that as a good sign. ‘Means, she isn’t too pissed off at me.’ “We need to call the cops. Come on, Cordelia has a cell phone that she’ll let us use.” Faith holds onto Buffy’s hand and starts to walk towards the gym, but she’s stopped when Buffy doesn’t move.
“I just want to go home. He didn’t, I mean he tried obviously, but he didn’t. So lets just drop it, ok?” she asks, and she sounds scared. ‘I just want to go home.’ Faith nods her head a little bit, and leaves the blonde’s side for a moment. ‘Fuckin scumbag,’ she think as she passes Percy. ‘I should fuckin kick his brains in, maybe knock some sense into him.’ She picks up Buffy’s torn and discarded underwear and returns to her side.
“Here,” she says and hands them to the blushing blonde. ‘She almost got raped and she’s blushing because I touched her underwear? She’s a little one the weird side. Then again it looks like he hit her pretty hard. Fuckin mother fucker.’ They leave and Faith has to help Buffy walk because she’s still too dizzy to do it on her own. “We should get you to the hospital, B. You Could have a concussion or something.” Faith starts the truck and it rumbles to life.
“No. I just want to go home.” Faith sighs and reluctantly turn her truck to the right instead of the left. The drive back to the Summers’ household is a short one, but for the blonde it seems to go on forever. ‘I just want to go home and get into my pajamas, and go to bed.’ But when Faith parks her truck next to the curb Buffy hesitates. ‘Oh God, what am I going to tell Mom?’ She has a little mini-panic attack while she tries to decide what to do. She doesn’t even notice when Faith gets out of the truck and opens the passenger door.
“Come on, I’ll help you inside,” she says and gently puts her hand on Buffy’s arm, and she’s very careful to avoid the giant bruises. But the blonde is reluctant to leave the safety, and security the truck is bringing her. “Don’t worry, we’ll explain everything to her, and I won’t leave until you want me to, ok?” She put more emphasis on the word ‘you’ and Buffy finally gets out of the truck. “Alright, just wrap your arm around my neck.” ‘I’m not completely helpless, but ok.’ She does what the brunette says and she’s lead to the front door.
“Oh my God Buffy, what happened?” Joyce asks and comes rushing to her daughter’s side. Buffy instantly clutches onto her mother like a baby Kola bear. ‘Kola’s aren’t bears, they’re marsupials, jeez. They have a little pouch on their tummy where the baby lives until it’s big enough to come out,’ the dazed and confused blonde thinks as her mother leads her over to the couch. Joyce looks at the bruises on her daughter’s face, and then the dried blood on Faith’s knuckles and draws her own conclusions. “You get out of here right now!” The two teens are confused by the older woman’s outburst. “I mean it you. You stay away from my daughter.”
“No, Mom, Faith didn’t hurt me,” the weakened girl says from the couch. ‘Could she be anymore wrong about that?’ “She saved me.” Joyce sits down next to her daughter and gently moves her hair out of her face to get a better look at the damage that was done. “I just want to go to bed. Can I go to bed, Mom, please?” The older of the Summers women looks at her daughter’s eyes and doesn’t see any dilation of the pupils.
“Yes, sweetheart, but lets get you cleaned up first, ok?” She helps her wounded daughter off the couch and up the stairs. ‘And I thought Sunnydale would be safer then L.A. I guess I was wrong,’ she thinks as the fruit of her loins puts the toilet lid down and takes a seat. She studies her daughter for a second and tears spring to her eyes. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have let her go to that dance. I should have made her stay home. She was supposed to be on groundation.’ She gets a wash cloth from underneath the sink and wets it with warm water.
“Can Faith spend the night?” Buffy asks sounding completely spent. After everything that’s happened, all of the adrenaline that was jumped through her system, and the minor head trauma she feels like she’s about ready to drop right here and sleep for at least a week. The blonde winces when her mother starts to press the warm cloth against the cut on her cheek.
“I don’t know, sweetie. I’m sure Faith will have to call her parents to ask. But if it’s ok with them then I don’t have a problem with it.” Buffy nods her head and looks at the bathroom door and sees Faith standing there, watching her mother clean her up. Her eyes instantly well with tears and her bottom lip starts shaking more then a Chihuahua in the middle of January. Joyce puts the cloth in the sink and wraps her arms around her daughter. “It’s ok, sweetheart, no one can hurt you here. You’re safe now.” Buffy hugs her mother back as tight as she can, and she revels in the comforting feeling.
After the two teenagers clean their battle wounds, and Faith fakes a phone call home, and pretends to talk with a parent when really it’s just the dial tone, they get ready for bed. Despite having walked in on them during a very steamy make out session not too many nights ago, Joyce decides to let Faith and Buffy sleep in the same bed. The blonde desperately wants the brunette girl’s comfort, and she reassured her mother many times that she’s too tired, an shell shocked to fool around. The brunette promised the blonde mom that she wouldn’t try anything, and Joyce finally agreed to it.
Both teens dress in a different pair of Buffy’s childish pajamas. ‘They are not childish. They’re cute, and very comfortable.’ They crawl under the covers and Buffy doesn’t even wait for any type of signal before she snuggles up against her brunette savior. She doesn’t say anything, she just rests her head on Faith’s shoulder, rests a leg over the other girl’s, and wraps an arm around Faith’s stomach. The other girl lets her do it, and holds onto her very protectively. Buffy may have nothing to say, but the brunette can’t keep her silence any longer.
“I swear to God I won’t let him get away with it, Buffy. I promise he’ll pay,” she whispers in the dark and isn’t sure if the blonde is still awake to hear it. She silent promise is answered by the break down of the other girl. She starts sobbing harder then she’s ever sobbed before. Harder then when their father left them, and harder when they moved away from L.A. Faith does her best to bring comfort, and some peace to the very upset girl, but she knows that Buffy just needs to let it all out. And when the crying girl finally drifts off the sleep the brunette makes one final promise. “Even if it kills me I’ll make him pay, I swear it.” And she too drifts off into a restless sleep.
Chapter 12 - My Good Morning
The morning sunshine gently filters in through the window and the semi-closed curtains. The blonder of the two starts to wake up and is irritated that she won’t be getting anymore sleep. The first thing she notices as she starts to regain consciousness is something tickling her nose. It doesn’t take long for that tickling to become an inching. She wiggles her nose to try and move the offending object, or whatever it is, but that just makes the problem worst.
“Ah-ah-ah-CHOO!” drops of saliva in all different textures and sizes flies out of her mouth and lands on the unsuspecting victim. Faith, who has been awake for several minutes, leaps off the bed in shock, and starts wiping madly at the side of her face where most of the debris hit.
“Gross, eww. That was nasty,” she says before she can stop herself. She uses the sleeve of the pajama shirt to get the ickiness off of her. When she realizes how badly she reacted she looks sheepishly at the bed, and at the blushing blonde. “Sorry, it’s just I wasn’t expecting that.” She tries not to look at the bruises and the large cut on Buffy’s cheek. She doesn’t want to be rude and stare, but at the same time she can’t look away.
“No, it was disgusting,” Buffy says with a small smile on her face and it’s obvious she’s trying to make it go away. “Your reaction was really funny. I’ve never seen anyone jump up that fast before.” ‘Ok, I can say so many dirty things about that but I think I’ll keep it clean. I’ve only known her for like two weeks and I think it’s a little early for dirtiness,’ Faith thinks and sits back down on the bed. She isn’t sure what to do. ‘Does she want to be held? Does she just want to be left alone?’ It’s a dilemma, and she doesn’t know what to do.
“You can come back to bed. I’m not gonna sneeze on you again,” Buffy says and lifts the covers up a little bit. She watches Faith get a little smile on her face, as she slowly crawls under the covers and rolls over onto her side so they’re facing each other. “See? No sneezing whatsoever.” They both smile and just look into each other’s eyes. Buffy watches, and holds very still as Faith reaches out and very gently runs her fingertips over the bruises on her face. ‘God, her fingers are so soft,’ she thinks and has to bite back a little moan.
Despite the fact that Faith’s soft touch is bringing her a little pain, she’s getting turned on. She can’t help it, and she’s a little ashamed of it. ‘She saved me last night, does she know how great she is? Maybe I’m going to have to show her.’ She slowly turns her head until the brunette’s fingers are grazing her lips. She lightly kisses them, and softly wraps her lips around one and gently sucks. She can practically feel Faith tense up, but she takes that as a good sign. ‘I’m glad she likes what I’m doing to her. If she didn’t I’d probably cry again.’ She lets go of the captured finger and slowly leans in and kisses Faith on the lips.
The kiss is soft, but there’s a hint of all the desire that Buffy is trying to control. The desire to be with Faith in more ways then they’ve been together so far. She doesn’t just want to kiss, she wants to go further. She thinks she’s finally ready, even if they’ve only known each other a little over two weeks, and aren’t officially a couple. But she doesn’t care about the technicalities. She’s highly aroused, and it’s all because of Faith, and she wants to show the brunette girl the feelings she’s bringing out of her blonde counterpart.
They pull back from the kiss when they need to breathe, but it isn’t broken for long. Buffy kisses Faith again, deep this time, and with a lot more passion. She seeks out Faith’s hand under the blanket, and gently grabs onto the back of it. She slowly brings Faith’s hand under her shirt, and leads it to one of her breasts. She presses down on Faith’s hand so that the brunette girl is cupping her, and she pulls back from the kiss and lets out a long moan. Her nipple was already hard, and having Faith’s palm pressed against it feels better then she could have imagined.
She kisses Faith again, and moves her body closer until they’re pressed up against each other. Faith can feel the heat coming from under the blonde girl’s pajama bottoms, and it only arouses her more. She still hasn’t really responded to anything the blonde is doing. She hasn’t fully grasped the breast in her hand, her tongue is lightly teasing, but she hasn’t fully kissed the other girl. All of this has taken her by surprise and she’s just trying to catch up to the situation before it gets out of hand. And she’s trying so desperately to wrestle with her inner shoulder angel, and devil.
‘Come on Faith, don’t be a loser. She wants you, she’s practically begging for it. You didn’t instigate any of this. She’s the one that sucked on your finger, and she’s the one that grabbed your hand and put it on her tit. Just take her, you know you want to.’ God yes she wants to, but there’s that other side of her that refuses to go down without a fight.
‘She’s still upset from last night. She needs comfort right now, not sex. Taking her virginity this way isn’t going to bring you two closer together. She’ll regret it and she’ll hate herself for it, and then she’ll hate you for going through with it. Just back off, and hose yourself down so you don’t do anything stupid that’ll fuck this up forever.’ Faith decides for once in her life to go with her inner angel. She pulls away from the kiss and looks into Buffy’s very dilated eyes. Both girls are panting heavily, and the smell of their arousal is mixing in the air.
“Buffy, we have to stop.” The blonde is very confused by the words that were just whispered to her. She looks at Faith with a mixture of confusion and hurt. ‘Why doesn’t she want me?’ She can’t help but blame herself for the rejection she just received. “You’re not doing this because you’re ready, you’re doing it because you’re still upset from last night.” The blonde goes to protest but Faith doesn’t let her. “Shh, it’s ok, I get it. But if we do this you’ll regret it, and hate yourself, and you won’t be able to forgive me, and I won’t be able to forgive me either.” ‘You fucking loser. She was ready for you. Just feel how fuckin hot she is,’ Faith’s inner devil will not be ignored. ‘Just think about all that wetness just waiting for you.’
The blonde thinks about Faith word’s and deep down she agrees with the brunette. But she’s also hurt, and feeling very needy, and being rejected was not something that helped. She takes Faith’s hand out from under her shirt and scoots away from the other girl. She isn’t harsh, or mean about any of it. All of the movements are slow, and she seems completely calm, but on the inside she’s throwing a temper tantrum. ‘I need her so much. She’s been with other girls, she said she’s taken other girls’ virginity, so why won’t she give into me?’ Then Buffy’s little voice of reasoning breaks out through the cloud of hormones and speaks up. ‘Because she’s right. You’ll regret it, and you’ll hate her for it.’
“You’re right,” she reluctantly admits. “I’m not ready to go all the way with you.” She reaches out and tenderly caresses Faith’s cheek. “But can’t we fool around a little bit? I do want you, even if I’m not completely ready to have you.” The brunette pretends like she’s thinking about it for a few seconds. Her eyebrows knit together, and she strokes her chin and lets out a long ‘hmmmm’. But then she smiles and looks back into the blonde’s eyes.
“Yeah, I guess we can do that.” The smile at each other for a few seconds, both completely lost in the other’s eyes. They lean really slow, their eyes locked in wanting gazes, and they don’t close until their lips softly touch. The kiss is gentle, and in no way rushed like the last one. But it quickly grows in passion, and neither girl and force herself to stop. They do pull back, though, when they need to breathe. But Faith doesn’t stop there. She gently suckles on the blonde’s earlobe and is spurred on by the delicious sounds the other girl is making.
Neither one of them hears the bedroom door open and they are certainly unaware of Buffy’s mom standing behind them. The older woman is able to walk down to the foot of the bed without either of the girls noticing her. She crosses her arms over her chest and clears her throat. She realizes that reacting badly isn’t going to do any good. She told the girls it was ok for them to sleep in the same bed, and she trusts her daughter not to go too far. That and she didn’t get a wink of sleep because she was too busy listening for any signs of teenage copulation.
“Mom!” Buffy yells out as the two girl rip apart. ‘When did she get in here? How long has she been watching us?’ It’s panic inside Buffy’s mind right now as she tries to come up with something to say. ‘I hope Faith didn’t leave a hickie, I’ll be grounded way longer for sure.’ “It’s not what it looks like.” Her mother gives her a very skeptical look but says nothing. “I was, I mean we were just-”
“Making out like a couple of teenagers?” her mother asks and raises an eyebrow. Buffy blushes about three different shades of red and tries so hard to keep her mouth shut. Being quiet at this point is the best thing to do. ‘Why isn’t she yelling at me? How come she isn’t freaking out and telling Faith to get out and never come back?’ “It’s ok dear, I’ve mentioned that I was once sixteen too.” ‘Could she be anymore embarrassing?’ she silently asks herself. She chances a glance at Faith and the slightly younger girl seems relieved. “Why don’t you two come downstairs and have some breakfast?”
“I’m still not feeling well.” Understatement of the year. “Can Faith and I eat breakfast up here?” She chances another glace at the brunette and by the look on her face Faith already knows the answer is going to be a no. ‘Come on, B, don’t push our luck. She’s not pissed that she walked in on us practically dry humpin’ but every mom has their limit.’ Joyce chuckles a little and smiles at the two girls.
“Buffy, I may not be sixteen anymore, but I’m far from stupid. You don’t have to get dressed at all today, but you definitely have to come downstairs, and in less then three minutes because that’s when I’m coming back up here.” She walks out of the room and leaves behind two very embarrassed girls. Faith looks over at Buffy and gives her a small smile.
“Now what exactly did you plan on eating if she let us stay up here?” she asks with a devilish smile. Buffy blushes again and Faith leans in and gives her a little kiss on the lips. It’s nothing more then a peck and Buffy is a little disappointed. “I’m just teasing.” She gives her another kiss and this one lasts a little longer. “We better get downstairs.” Buffy nods her head, and then leans in for another kiss. This one lasts even longer then the previous two, and their tongues come out to play.
“GIRLS DOWNSTARIS, NOW!” they hear Joyce yell at the top of their lungs, and she sounds a little mad. They pull apart and practically jump off the bed. They smile very amused smiles at each other and make their way out of the room. ‘Going to need a very cold shower,’ both girls think as they walk down the stairs. ‘I don’t think I can stand to be in the room with her and not kiss her right now,’ Buffy thinks. ‘Just as long as I don’t do it in front of Mom I should be ok.’
