To Each Her Own
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
Buffybot stood at the car supervising as Faithbot placed the luggage in.
"Geez Bbot, whaddya have in here? Rocks or somethin?"
"Rocks?" The blonde bot tilted her head and smiled. "No. No rocks. Just four days worth of clothing, evening and day wear, pajamas, a toothbrush, make-up, four pairs of shoes, and--"
"Okay. Okay." Faithbot held up her hand. "I was just kiddin' about the rocks anyway." She grinned as she leaned in to kiss her ever-innocent but loveable little girlfriend.
Faith scowled as she stood at the window watching the wedding party as they prepared for their road trip.
"Faith."
The slayer let go of the curtains and turned around. "Hey Red." Gesturing toward the window, she bitterly asked, "Aren't ya gonna go with the happy couple? Heard they're gettin' hitched."
Willow shook her head, entering the room as Faith discreetly wiped at her eyes.
"Why not? It should be quite a show. A couple of lesbian robots." The brunette snorted derisively. "Vegas will love `em."
"Faith, we need to talk."
"Nope. Sorry Red. Not now." She snatched up her jacket. "I got places to be."
"Faith, wait." When the young slayer ignored her, Willow waved her hand. "Includo!" The door slammed shut.
"Nice trick, Red. Now you wanna let me outta here, before I start gettin' pissed off?"
"Not until I tell you."
"Fine." Folding her arms, Faith angrily eyed the redhead. "Spill."
"We're driving back to Sunnydale tonight--"
"Good!"
Willow ignored the comment and continued. "And you're coming with us. Angel wants-"
"WHAT?!-- LIKE HELL I AM!" The brunette stormed from the room. Her rage overpowering Willow's simple containment spell. "SOUL BOY!" She yelled for the vampire.
Brushing past Buffy as if she didn't exist, Faith descended the stairs two at a time. The blonde turned and sullenly watched as another argument began.
"DAMN YOU, ANGEL!"
"Hey, enough with the shouting already!" Cordelia emerged from the office with the souled vampire close behind.
"What's going on? Faith?" He reached for the slayer.
"NO!" Pulling back, she raged, "What's this shit about me going to Sunnydale?!" Her dark eyes settled on the pretty blonde perched nearby. Motioning toward her, Faith growled, "I ain't going anywhere with her!"
Willow was already halfway down the stairs. "Angel, I tried to explain."
He waved it off. "No, that's alright. I'll tell her." Glancing down at the enraged brunette, he simply stated, "You're going. They need you in Sunnydale, and things are slow here. Besides, I won't have you harming the bots."
"That was a one time thing, and you know it!" Faith flared, looking to Cordelia for support.
"I'm staying out of this." The buxom brunette shrugged and retreated to the office.
In a last ditch effort, Faith turned to her fellow slayer. "B, tell him. We can't work together!"
Buffy feigned a calm composure, replying in even tones, "I work where and with whom I have to."
"BULLSHIT!" The brunette stomped out, exiting the hotel, intent on getting drunk again.
At ten o'clock Buffy began to fidget. "Wil, what if she doesn't come back?"
The powerful wiccan didn't look up. She continued to pore over the books Fred had left for her. "She'll be back."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because you're here."
"Whoa! Watch it, Cor!"
Both Sunnydale girls glanced toward the lobby and the sound of Faith's voice.
"Faith, you are so in trouble! Angel!" Laughter could be heard and then some more complaints from Cordelia along with another woman's chatter.
Buffy was on her feet instantly with Willow following after her. "Buf, let Angel--"
"No! I want to see what's going on!"
What Buffy saw made her blood boil. Faith was being supported by Cordelia and some other woman... a beautiful blonde woman.
Clenching her teeth, the older slayer managed to get out the words. "You're late!"
"Oh hey B!" Faith grinned roguishly. "Wanna meet my new friend? Uhhh..." Faith squinted, slurring her words. "Whass your name again?"
"Cynthia." The trashy tart had the nerve to smile at Buffy. "I'm here on a shoot."
Her accent was as infuriating as her good looks.
"Really?" Cordelia drawled in the most disinterested tone she could muster. Arching an eyebrow, she added sarcastically, "Must be fascinating. I mean to come to Los Angeles for a photo shoot. How absolutely exotic."
Buffy snickered and gave the ex-cheerleader a grateful smile before puffing up. "I'll take Faith now. Give her to me." Shooing the stranger with one hand, she reached for Faith with the other. "You can go. Thanks for bringing her home."
"Hey!" The model slapped at her. "Excuse me! Faith invited me to stay with her tonight."
"Well you can't." Buffy roughly shoved Cynthia toward the door. "Faith has other plans. Goodnight!"
"Hands off, bitch!"
Willow shook her head in disbelief as she watched the two very similarly sized blondes face off. Meanwhile Faith swayed drunkenly between them.
The witch's eyes traveled over the younger slayer. Faith was plastered beyond belief, her clothes were in disarray and lipstick marks encircled her neck and dotted her cheeks. It wasn't all Cynthia's shade either.
Buffy took a deep breath and counted to ten. Her gaze passed from the snotty model clutching Faith to the sexy brunette herself. "You're a complete mess! You realize that, don't you?!" She wagged her finger. "Faith, you SO better not barf in the car!"
The indignant date tried to push her back. "You know, Faithy told me what a pest you are, but I had no idea."
Buffy exploded. "GET OUT! GET OUT NOW, SLUT!" Grabbing the surprised woman, the small slayer escorted her away, practically throwing her onto the sidewalk. "And she won't be calling you!" Buffy slammed the door and turned around, dusting her hands.
"Buffy!" Cordelia rushed to fetch the frightened cast-off. "We need to get her a cab at least."
"What the--?!" Angel finally entered.
"Hey boss." Faith managed, grinning as she passed out and fell forward. Buffy and Angel dove to catch her.
Buffy settled in the backseat before motioning for Faith to be placed in beside her. With a dubious look, Angel laid the "sleeping" slayer next to his ex.
"Are you sure you don't want to wait until the morning?" He leaned in the car, glancing at Willow who was already situated behind the wheel.
"No. It's better if we go now. If we don't, Faith will just keep getting drunk to delay it. Anyway, Giles is waiting." Buffy explained while guiding the brunette onto her lap and covering her with a blanket.
"Alright then." Angel hesitated.
"What?"
"Buffy.."
The chosen one became impatient. "Angel, just ask!"
He gazed at Faith for a long moment, wondering if he was doing the right thing. Peering back at Buffy, he said. "Don't hurt her this time."
Before Buffy could respond, he closed the car door and waved Willow off.
Buffy leaned back in the seat still fuming over Angel's parting words. *How dare he?!* She was always the injured party in the past fiascos between her and Faith. *What could Angel possibly be thinking?!*
Scowling, the blonde glanced up and caught Willow stealing peeks at her in the rearview mirror.
"What is it, Wil? Do you have something to add to Angel's little remark?" Buffy asked bitterly.
"No. I'm more concerned with what happens when Faith wakes up."
Buffy's expression suddenly softened as she gazed down at the dark- haired slayer in her lap. "Nothing. I can handle Faith."
"Uh-huh. Sure.. Oo-kay then." Willow sped up.
"Okay, Bbot. You and Fred play the slots. Here." Faithbot handed the girls a bucket with change.
"But I would rather play poker with you and Gunn." Buffybot said, smiling brightly.
Gunn and Faithbot exchanged a look. "Uh...No, babe. Not right now, okay?"
The blonde bot frowned slightly but took the bucket from her girlfriend.
"Awww Bbot, don't be mad. C'mon." Gently pulling Buffybot into her arms, Faithbot kissed her tenderly. "I promise we'll go on that ride later. Yunno, babe? The one we saw when we were driving in."
"The one up in the sky?" Buffybot pointed up and shrieked excitedly.
"Yup. That one."
"Okay Faith. But first we must go back to the hotel and get our young friends Dawn, Andrew and Janice. They would like to ride it too."
"You got it. Later though, gorgeous." Faithbot kissed her girl full on the lips, giving her a playful pat on the butt. "Now it's time for me to win us a little nest egg." The brunette bot winked at her, causing Buffybot to giggle like a schoolgirl.
The bots separated as Wesley, Xander and Anya approached.
"Who's up for a show?" Xander rubbed his hands together.
Gunn and Faithbot chuckled, but the brunette was the one to say it. "Shows are for chicks. Come on Xander, let's gamble."
The dapper scooby quickly looked to his other half for permission, but Buffybot and Fred had already dragged Anya off. With a sigh of relief, Xander followed the sexy bot and his buddies, Gunn and Wesley.
The four hurriedly disappeared amongst the tables and the serious gamblers while the women continued toward the back with their little buckets of change.
Buffybot felt suddenly elated. She was here with her wife to be and all of her friends; things couldn't be better.
Beaming happily, the blonde bot took Fred's hand. "Come on, Fred. Let us play with the noisy machines. I know they don't look it, but these are my ancestors."
Anya leaned close. "You two, follow my lead. I have a system."
Faith lay back, snuggling further into the warmth surrounding her. *Damn..mmm* Reaching up, the brunette sleepily stroked the girl holding her. *Wow, when did I pick this chick up...she feels great...fuck.*
Buffy's eyes widened as Faith's hands roamed over her. She lifted the blanket to hide it from Willow then quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
Enjoying her lucky 'find', Faith crawled up the warm, little body under her. *Damn... wicked horny now.* Without even opening her eyes, the bad girl grinned and groped at Buffy's conveniently exposed breasts. *Mmmm... what a cutie.*
Sliding her tongue over the taunt nipples, Faith smiled as she heard the soft telltale moans. *Yep... I still got it.*
Buffy tangled her hands in Faith's wavy locks, lightly holding the brunette. She felt sooo good, all light-headed and tingly. Every flick of her former enemy's tongue heated her body to the core. Her pussy literally twitched in anticipation....*Faith's tongue...Oh god...mmm* Whimpering, she slid further under the beautiful brunette slayer, beside herself with pleasure.
Here was the one person she knew she was meant to be with touching her. Finally what Buffy had been missing, Faith...the real Faith. This was better than before because now she wasn't pretending to be the bot. Faith wanted her too. "Faithyyyy."
As the brunette caressed her unknown companion, she found herself getting wetter by the second. Something about this one night-stand was making her whole body burn. *Fuck!* Grabbing her 'hump for the night' roughly, Faith pulled the delicious smelling girl under her and tore at her clothes. She barely opened her bleary eyes, squinting enough to gauge where to tug the material.
Faith's forcefulness caused Buffy to yelp in surprise. The blonde worriedly glanced toward the front seat. Willow kept stealing peeks in the rearview mirror. Heavy breathing and the sounds of movement had drawn the witch's attention.
With cheeks blazing, Buffy pushed at the younger slayer, whispering, "Wait! Wil is look--Faith, no...hold on....I..no..just wait...I wan--Ohhhhh." Faith's fingers slipped into her panties. "Oh godmmm...yesss...oh..oh...oh..mmmm...good...yesssss..right there...mmm."
"C'mon, hold still." Faith grunted still drunk and now very sexually frustrated. Buffy's scent was driving her wild. She had to have her, taste her, fuck her brains out. Then, as far as the rogue slayer was concerned the whiner could go home.
Besides, she knew the little tease wanted it. The girl unbuttoned her own shirt, took off her own bra, didn't she?
The panties ripped easily under Faith's fingers. Overcome with need, she pushed up the skirt and buried her face between the silky thighs. *Fuck, yeah.* Faith sighed as she lapped at the most delicious pussy she'd ever tasted.
This girl was as sweet as she imagined Buffy would taste.
Like warm honey it flowed into her mouth and down her throat. Delicious, creamy girl cum. Faith's eyelashes fluttered as she relaxed, completely in her element. Her fingers lazily traced patterns along her "date's" delightfully smooth skin.
The dark slayer gave a knowing grin as she felt her partner's hips began to buck.
"Ohgodohgodohgawwwwwwwwwwd..." Buffy screamed and clutched at the brunette when Faith rolled her tongue. It was cupping Buffy's swollen clit so wonderfully as the younger slayer sucked her off. "Oh Fuuu...Faaaaaaaith!"
Buffy groaned and arched up, unable to hold back and no longer caring about their audience. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard! *Sorry Wil.* The thought flickered through her mind briefly as she tensed up.
*Jeepers!* Willow peered into the mirror in time to see the look of ecstasy on Buffy's face. The little wiccan was panting right along with them. The sound of their love-making had been driving her wild. She needed to pull over and fast before she caused a car accident. *An exit... Where's there an exit?!*
The three women stood at their respective slot machines. All within earshot of the one another. Anya snatched a drink off the tray of a passing waitress.
"These are lovely," the ex-demon remarked, tossing away the tiny umbrella and waving the bewildered barmaid away. "Fred, you really must drink with me. It is inappropriate for me to become drunk by myself."
Hurriedly, the feisty former shopkeeper signaled for another "Human custom is to be inebriated together. Isn't it, Buffybot?"
The pretty blonde bot scanned her memory banks for just such a custom. Her well-wired brain instantly located the information. She beamed as she happily confirmed Anya's claim, "Yes, it is done in celebration, and celebrations are done together."
Fred cast a dubious glance at them both as Anya forced the alcoholic beverage into the slender brunette's hand. "Um, okay." Crinkling her nose, Fred quickly downed the drink. She grinned goofily before hiccupping. "These are good. Another please," Fred giggled and set the empty glass on the waiting waitress's tray.
"That's it Fred." Enthused and somewhat drunk, Anya stopped sipping and slurred, "You two are such good friends. Nicer than the others are to me."
Buffybot paused in her lever pulling and turned toward them. "You both are my best friends."
"Awww." Swaying slightly, the ex-demon hugged the bot tearfully. "So are you. I love you both."
Buffybot smiled brightly, feeling happier than she could ever recall. Vegas was truly a magical place to the bot. Soon she would be married and have a home like on her favorite tv show, 'Passions'.
Wistfully, Buffybot went back to pulling the lever of her new acquaintance while humming her favorite tune, 'Over the Rainbow.'
Anya and Fred were frantically signaling for more drinks, giggling and gazing around as Buffybot steadfastedly applied herself to her task. *Must have money for house... need home.*
Dingggg! Clink.clink..clink..clink.
Buffybot's eyes lit up, and she squealed with delight as her machine made strange noises and change began to pour out. "Look! Look!" She screeched excitedly, pointing for Fred and Anya. "My friend has paid me!"
Peeking at her hand, Faithbot grinned slyly at the dealer. "Naw, I'm good," she waved off any additional cards and pushed out a stack of chips.
*A couple more takes like this and I can let Bbot watch the home shopping network again.* With a satisfied smirk, the brunette sat back and waited for her winnings.
Next to her, the man who had been pestering her most of the evening feverishly mopped his brow as he studied his cards.
The sexy slayerbot rolled her eyes and looked past him. She was hoping to catch sight of her good luck charm. But the pretty blonde was nowhere to be seen.
Worriedly, Faithbot got to her feet and glanced around. *Where the hell is she?!*
Faithbot had been keeping tabs on the women the entire time, and they hadn't moved from that spot once. After all, the third slot in from the left was Buffybot's new pal, ever since it paid her or whatever.
Faithbot frowned, frantically scanning the section with the slots.
"Miss?...Miss?" The dealer called out to the distracted young woman. "Your bet. Are you still in?"
"Uh..no. Gotta go." The dark-haired beauty grumbled while scooping up her chips, "My girlfriend's pulled a Houdini on me."
"Thank god," the red head muttered, barely making it to the off-ramp. She clenched the steering wheel tightly as another series of moans emanated from the backseat. *What on earth?!* The young witch peeked in the rear view mirror and gasped. Buffy was straddling Faith's face while the brunette held her tightly, rocking her back and forth.
A horn honked and Willow snapped around and slammed on the brakes. Buffy was tossed forward, slipping from Faith's luscious lips. With a disappointed squeak, the aroused little blonde climbed from the floor and tried to reposition herself, but the younger slayer was already starting to sit up.
"No, please don't stop," Buffy breathed out sexily, crawling into Faith's lap.
*What the hell?!* The tough girl shoved her eager partner back and looked around. "We're in a car?"
*Oh crap!* Buffy hurried for the car door.
Squinting drunkenly, Faith peered at her 'date'. "Hey, um.."
*Aww shit, whass her name?* Well practiced with this problem, Faith switched tactics without missing a beat. "Yo, where we at?"
Faith suddenly realized the blonde was trying to get out. "Hey!"
There was something very familiar about the delicate little beauty. Faith scowled and grasped her, pulling her gently back into her arms. "I said wait a sec."
Buffy tensed up.
"Shhh. Babe, I won't hurt ya. Look at me. C'mon."
Slowly, Buffy turned around.
"Fuck! Buffy???!"
"Aw shit!" Faithbot mumbled in horror as she spied the blonde bot standing amidst a crowd. The little bot appeared to be quite upset. She was shaking off a guard and complaining loudly while an obviously inebriated Anya and Fred stood near and cheered her on.
"You tell them, Buffybot!" Fred piped up. Anya poked at the guards roughly.
"Don't you touch my friend!" the ex-demon warned.
Faithbot pushed her way toward the front of the group just as Xander and Gunn arrived.
"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick!" Fred stumbled out from the crowd. Luckily, Gunn stepped up and caught the little Texan. He quickly escorted her from the scene while Faithbot edged her way in.
"Shhh Bbot, slow down." The sexy brunette tried to calm her girlfriend, but Buffybot was beyond consoling. Frustrated, Faithbot turned toward the security and asked, "Okay, what's going on here?"
Buffybot objected fiercely as one of the guards began to explain. "She was cheating. We caught her--"
"I WAS NOT!" the pretty little blonde stamped her foot. "Faith, that's not true!" Buffybot wagged her finger, "You're all very bad men!"
"Bbot, stop it! Let them finish." Faithbot tightened her hold of Buffybot's tiny hand. Her frown effectively silenced the outraged slayerbot.
"Buffybot was not cheating!" Anya moved closer, ignoring Xander as he clutched at her arm. "She was just remembering which cards had been used and how many were left in the deck."
"Anya, please." Xander tried to coax her away. "Come on, honey. Time to go. We'll get you more drinks. Just somewhere else, okay?" He smiled sheepishly at the annoyed security personnel while pulling at his former fiancé. Anya, however, refused to be removed from the squabble.
"No, we can't just leave Buffybot," the ex-demon worriedly yanked herself from his grip. "What about helping her?"
Xander eyed the group, thinking for a moment. His lips twitched as the idea came to him. Leaning forward, the well-seasoned problem solver whispered in Buffybot's ear.
Immediately, the little blonde bot started to sniffle. Gradually, Buffybot managed to bring herself to tears while Faithbot continued to converse with the casino personnel.
Hearing her girlfriend's sobs, Faithbot glanced back. *What the--?!* She knew Buffybot was faking it.
"I..I'm getting married and now everything is spoiled. And I..I jus'..just wanted to do something right so we'd be happy." The pretty blonde wailed causing an angry clamor among the crowd.
"You leave that poor sweet girl alone!" A rather plump woman stepped forward and swung her handbag while others in the group began to object vigorously. Several high rollers seemed to take an interest in the petite beauty's plight.
One of them irritably snapped his fingers for assistance while moving in to comfort the cute blonde who by now had garnered quite a following.
"Aw sweetheart, don't you worry your pretty little head."
Buffybot sniffled, "Thank you. You're a very nice unlike this mean man who has been shouting at me." The blonde bot gestured at the dealer who apparently caused the whole incident by calling security over.
Irked by Buffybot's pointing, the dealer merely glared. This wasn't his fault. She was the crazy twit who announced she was counting the cards. As if telling the rest of the table was of some service. *Broads! Ugh!* He shook his head.
The blonde bot furrowed her brow. "Now what's to happen?" Her lip began to tremble again.
"Now no more of that." Gazing into the gorgeous green eyes the wealthy young man was instantly sold. He gave delicate blonde a gentle squeeze before loudly calling out for the floor manager. "Manny! Get me Manny this instant!"
"Buffy!" Faith tightened her grip, shaking Buffy slightly.
"Oww..Yes," the slayer responded meekly, glancing toward the front seat for support, but Willow had already fled the vehicle.
"DO YOU WANNA TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE DOING?!" Faith shouted as she wiped the wetness from her mouth and chin.
"I thought.." Buffy fumbled with her skirt, "We...we were making love." Her voice cracked as she averted her eyes.
*Holy shit! I was eating out Buffy.* Deliberately, the sexy slayer licked her lips. *Mmm.. goddamn, she tastes like honey.* Her eyes trained back on the blonde who was still awkwardly straightening her clothes. At this point, Buffy looked almost teary-eyed.
Faith forced back the urge to grab the pretty slayer. Hugging Buffy would certainly set her off yelling and right now Faith felt like yelling and doing a lot of it. After all, how dare Buffy trick her and where the hell were they going. Scowling, Faith peered back out through window. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!"
"On the way to Sunnydale," Buffy spoke matter-of-factly, pushing Faith's feet to the floor and taking a seat next to her. She crossed her arms over her chest and gazed out, refusing to meet Faith's angry glare.
"WHAT?! I TOLD YOU--"
"Stop shouting! I'm right here!" It was the older slayer's turn to be annoyed. Faith was coming with her whether she liked it or not; it had been decided. It was just best if the brunette adjusted.
Growling, Faith sat back to think. The whole taste of Buffy on her lips had her too distracted to argue anyway.
Neither slayer had spoken the whole car ride back. Willow anxiously exchanged a look with Buffy as she climbed from the vehicle. "Buffy, Faith can bunk with me."
The pretty but extremely disheveled brunette continued to peer out the window in stony silence, not even sparing a glance in her friend's direction. As far as Faith was concerned Willow was in on the deception and could get bent too.
"No, Wil. She'll stay in Dawn's room." Buffy reached for the younger slayer but Faith tugged her arm away.
"Get off! I'm sleeping out here."
"No, you're not. Now come on in. I'm tired, and we have a lot to do later." When Faith didn't move, Buffy's voice rose, "Get your butt up, Faith!" She didn't want to, but if Faith forced the issue she would drag her inside.
Growling, the leather-clad beauty stepped from the backseat. She shoved Buffy out of her way and strode past Willow without a word.
The young wiccan looked worried toward Buffy.
"It's okay, Wil. She'll get over it," Buffy whispered reassuringly, patting Willow's shoulder as she walked in.
The dark slayer was already curled on the sofa and falling asleep. Buffy perched on the edge of the coffee table to gaze at her. *God, Faith is so gorgeous. How did I not notice this before? I'm so blind.*
Carefully, she touched the brunette, delicately stroking the grouchy girl. "Faith, please..upstairs. You need to sleep upstairs." She smiled at the silkiness of the raven locks. *Faith's hair is so soft. Mmmm...* Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Faith's clipped and cruel words.
"Aww bite me!" Faith grumbled without even opening her eyes. "I'll sleep where ever. Whaddya care?! Ya stole away my Buffybot. Tricked Angel and Wil to get me here. And now I'm yours to torture. So what more do ya want?!" She rolled over, swatting at Buffy who suddenly tried to pick her up. "Let me alone!"
Buffy sat back down heavily. "Faith, I didn't trick anyone. Look at me. If you would.."
Faith waved her off.
"Please, just listen to what I have to say," Buffy's patience was wearing thin. Between being physically and emotionally exhausted, she was losing all ability to remain reasonable. Any minute now, she was going to spank the shit out of Faith. Love of her life or not, Buffy wasn't going to tolerate this childish tantrum much longer. "Faith, come on sweetie. Look at me."
"Fuck off," the dark slayer muttered sleepily.
"Argh! That's it! I've taken enough crap from you!"
Willow watched horrified as Buffy pulled the younger girl over her lap and smacked her hard on the ass.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Faith shouted in outrage, trying to twist free.
"NO MORE CURSING! AND NO MORE DISOBEYING!"
Each command was punctuated by a slayer strength spank on the brunette's leather clad bottom.
"BUFFY! FUCKIN-A! LEMME UP!"
"No, not until you've learned your lesson." Buffy delivered several more hearty blows, knowing full well the sting was starting to affect Faith. "If I tell you upstairs, that means you go upstairs!"
"SHIT B! CUT IT OUT!"
"What did I say about swearing?! Hmm?!" Buffy slapped the tight sexy butt a few more times, resisting the urge to caress it.
"DAMN YOU!"
"Faith, if you hold still and listen I'll stop." Buffy grasped her tightly, smoothing back her hair. "Are you ready to act like an adult?"
"B, I swear you're gonna be sorry for this!" Faith hissed angrily.
"Shhh! Faith," Buffy's tone was one of warning as she firmly pulled the younger girl up into her arms. "Behave! You're under my roof now so I'm in charge! Do you understand me?!"
"FINE! Now lemme up!" The brunette gritted her teeth.
"Are you going to do as Angel asked and help us out?" Buffy questioned, quickly adding, "And abide by the house rules?"
Faith could feel her face burning as she noticed not only Willow but Giles staring too. "B, they're..they're lookin' at us."
"So what? I don't mind. Every time you act up I'll spank you so get used to it or start being a good girl." Pressing her lips close to Faith's ear, Buffy whispered, "Next time, I just might pull down your pants first."
Faith froze. Was Buffy serious?! *The little twit's lost it!* Grunting, Faith used all her strength and nearly got free.
"Oh no you don't!"
When the blonde spun her around, Faith did the only thing she could think of to gain the advantage. She kissed her.
"Good work, babe! You really should turn on the waterworks more often." Faithbot bounced onto the bed, calling out to Buffybot. "Bbot, ya ready to break this room in?"
Returning from the bathroom, Buffybot excitedly announced, "There's a television in there."
"Yeah, so? C'mere."
Smiling happily, the Buffybot approached the bed. "I am so pleased that you stopped being angry. You know Mr. Keates was just trying to help."
Faithbot frowned at the mention of Buffybot's newest admirer. He was the one who had stepped in on their behalf during their little casino crisis, but Faithbot still couldn't get past her jealousy over the way the young man had ogled her girlfriend.
"Never mind about him," the beautiful brunette's features darkened. She patted next to her before starting to unbutton her shirt. "Let's have some pre-honeymoon time. Whaddya say?"
"I say that until we have worked this problem out I am not getting undressed." Buffybot backed away and took a seat on the sofa.
"What?! Hey!"
"We will have a discussion first." Buffybot carefully produced a book from her purse and began thumbing through it. "Ah-ha! Jealousy, it is chapter eight."
Strolling over, the Faithbot snatched the book away. "You've been carrying this damn thing around the whole time. What is this?"
"No. No. Faith, please I need my manual. It tells me how we should be as a couple. I want to be correct."
Reading the title, Faithbot groaned. "Aww crap, babe we don't need this." When Buffybot's face fell, she handed the book back. "Alright. But let's make this exercise or whatever quick. I'm friggin horny as hell, yunno."
Buffybot virtually glowed, "Yes, Faith. We will be fast with this chapter, and then we will make love."
Walking back over to their kingsize bed, Faithbot laid down and stretched out her perfect, leather clad bod. Tucking her hands under her head, she stared up at the ceiling as the little blonde bot opened the book and began to read to her.
"Oh Faith..mmm." Buffy moaned into the rogue slayer's mouth, clinging tightly. *Wow! Faith is the best kisser ever!*
Dizzy from the dark haired girl's lips, she leaned back forgetting that Faith was trying to escape.
Immediately the brunette stood up and unceremoniously dumped the older slayer to the floor. "Ha! Bitch!" Faith then raced past the stunned pair and out the door. "Red. G-man. Later."
Giles lifted his hand about to halt her progress, but Buffy breezed by. Her shouting drowning out his objections. "Buf--"
"Faith, get back here! You're only making things worse!" The small slayer darted out.
"Oh bloody wonderful! Buffy! Faith!" He stepped onto the porch and called out to both but neither slayer could be seen.
PART 16 - Opinions From the Undead
After a quick trip to the liquor store, Faith circled back around and climbed in through Buffy's window. At least now she was armed with her favorite defense, alcohol. She chuckled as she thought about how easily she'd lost Buffy in the cemetery. *Yep. Giving B the slip is still a piece of cake.*
Sliding off her boots, she settled onto her counterpart's bed and tilted back the bottle taking a long swig.
"Ahhh." Closing her eyes, the young slayer began to relax. *I'll worry about this all tomorrow. To hell with Buffy! And Angel too... Wonder what Buffybot is doing right now.* Faith rolled on her side.
Dropping the bottle to the floor, she reached for the framed photo on Buffy's nightstand. It was a picture of them, the only picture, snapped by Xander on one of her first nights in Sunnydale.
"Shit." Faith held it for a moment, surprised by finding it not only framed but near Buffy's bed as well.
"FAITH!" The door burst open causing the rogue slayer to drop the photo. "I am soooooo over this!" Buffy stomped toward the bed and grabbed Faith before the brunette could dodge her.
Pinning the younger slayer under her, Buffy snatched the bottle away. "What's this?! Getting drunk again?!"
Faith glared up at her, "What's it to you?! I came back, didn't I?"
"There will be no more drinking!" Buffy stood up, taking the bottle. "I won't have you becoming a drunk. That's not what's going happen in this relationship." The words were out before the little slayer could stop herself. She froze and turned to look at Faith who merely stared.
Arching an eyebrow, the brunette snickered, "Relationship? Is that what this is? Cuz I thought it was more like torture."
"Faith, please." Buffy couldn't disguise the hurt in her eyes at Faith's hateful tone.
"No, fess up B. That's why I'm here. All this I love Faith bullshit was just to get Angel and Red to play along. See they think they're doin' me a service."
Faith reclaimed her bottle, taking a sip before she continued, "It's cuz they know I kinda had it bad for the bot, so they think that I'll be okay accepting you in exchange." She eyed Buffy carefully. Ignoring the other slayer's pained expression, she added, "Guess I'm getting screwed again. Cuz let's face it B, you're not near as good as Buffybot."
Those words were like a slap to the once dead slayer. Buffy stumbled back in tears as Willow entered the room.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. I have to go," Buffy mumbled, pushing past the red head and rushing out.
"Happy about that, Faith?" Willow asked, shaking her head at the stunned brunette before chasing after her best friend.
Faith stood contemplating an apology when a tap at the window distracted her.
"Slayer."
The brunette turned to find Spike climbing in. "Buffy," he whispered again while struggling to loosen his stuck coat. Apparently, the garment had snagged during his unorthodox entry. One final tug sent him tumbling. The lovesick vampire landed in an undignified heap at Faith's feet.
The dark slayer crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at him, not the least bit pleased to see Buffy's late night visitor. *Goddamn, that little bitch was two timing me..errr or the bot me. Whatever! Still low even for B.*
Blindly, Spike reached up expecting some assistance. When none was offered he struggled to his feet on his own, muttering, "Tough news `bout your bot though. Jus' heard. Fightin' some Viriuli demons an' they mentioned the slayer bein' gone, off chasin' her toy." He paused, chuckling slightly. "Don't worry though, got `em good. Chopped `em into bits."
Faith stared in confusion. *Does the freak still think I'm Buffy?!* Her scowl grew as she watched Spike scurry around picking up the chocolates that he'd brought.
Still oblivious to his error, Spike continued his tale. "Rough bunch. Spittin' that venom an' all. Got me right in the eyes, the bastards." The blonde bad boy straightened up, smiling. "Nothin' to be concerned about though, luv. Burns like hell but should clear up in a day or two."
"Kinda like the clap then. Right, vamp-boy?"
"Hey!--Wait! Who's that?" Spike stepped back, squinting at the figure in front of him. His face fell as he realized that this wasn't his slayer at all, only the bloody bot. *Rotten luck!*
"Cheer up, Romeo. Your date's in the other room," Faith lifted her bottle of whiskey and took a long swig. "She might be snuggling up to Red about now though. Looks like Miss Tightly-Wound gets around these days. I guess I've been away from Sunnydale longer than I thought."
Tilting his head, Spike gave her an odd look while accepting the offered bottle. "You drink?"
Arching an eyebrow, the brunette flopped onto the bed. "What else is there?"
He gave her a curious look. "Well uh.. slaying. You seem to like that fine."
Faith shrugged then waved him over, snatching the J.D. back.
"Oh, I get it." Spike sat next to her. "It's about that Buffybot, isn't it? Shouldn't have told you `bout all that." He shook his head, wondering how long Buffy would make him suffer for this mistake.
"Huh?"
"What'd ya expect anyway? For Buffy to just let you get away, live happily ever after, maybe even raise a couple of tin slayers with her bot double?" The vampire snorted, glancing at the sullen girl stretched out beside him.
Faith didn't respond; she merely took another drink and passed the bottle back.
"How I figure it, slayer, is that you'll only be free if she let's you. You'd have to make her want you to leave. An' as far as I see it you might as well," he took a large gulp of whiskey before adding, "You and I both know, the one she loves is in L.A."
Perching drunkenly on the edge of Buffy's bed, Faith gazed morosely at the gorgeous superhero. "Back to square one, aren't we B? You're playing me while waiting for Angel." Faith growled. "Or maybe you're just stringing me along for revenge. But this time you messed up."
The little blonde stirred slightly but didn't awaken.
Leaning close, the dark slayer hissed, "You're outta your league now, B."
Faith reached for the items that she had purchased with Spike. Digging through the bag, she located the strap-on and began unwrapping it.
A wicked grin spread across the brunette's features as she whispered, "By the way B, Buffybot wasn't ever a sex toy to me," Faith yanked back the blanket, "But you're gonna be."
PART 17 - A Brand New Approach
The rustling of paper and a sudden draft awoke the small slayer. Warily, she peered at the figure moving around in her room.
"Faith?"
"Yep."
Buffy relaxed, yawning and stretching. Sleepily, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up."
Confused by the younger slayer's strange behavior, Buffy started to sit up. She glanced down, noticing for the first time she had been stripped. Her pajamas and even her blanket were gone.
Faith stepped unsteadily toward the bed, causing the blonde to frown. "You're drunk."
"So?" Faith snorted, settling heavily next to Buffy. "Never mattered before. Now come here."
"Damn you! I told you no more drinking. If you think--" The huffy little slayer's words were cut off by a kiss.
Faith pressed her back into the pillows, kissing her softly on the lips. The slow gentle movement of Faith's mouth on hers silenced any objection. By the time the brunette pulled back, Buffy was staring passively at her counterpart.
"That's better." Faith grinned lewdly, "Look I've thought about this B, and I'm thinking that maybe it could work. Yunno, you could just do for me what Buffybot did."
Still dazed, Buffy merely nodded and reached for her.
The dark slayer's eyes glimmered mischievously as she spoke, "B, that means givin' me sex whenever, whereever and however I want it. You up for it?"
Buffy stared for a moment, the words sinking in slowly. "Uhhh...Faith, wha--"
"Shhh," Putting her fingers to Buffy's lips, Faith shook her head, "Yes or no?"
Gulping, the small slayer met her gaze and whispered, "Yes."
"That's my girl." Faith quickly grabbed Buffy, flipping her on her stomach while snickering, "From behind then, babe...from behind."
"Faith, wait."
"Get on all fours," the brunette commanded as she lifted Buffy a bit.
The familiar position made the little slayer tremble with lust. She recalled the last time she was like this. Faith had licked her till she cried from the pleasure. Buffy panted in anticipation, scooting her legs further apart.
The younger girl leaned close, laughing. "That's my hot little whore. You want me to eat you from behind?" Faith asked sweetly before growling, "I will B and then I'll fuck your little brains out."
Buffy peered back at the brunette, frowning. When she saw the strap- on she whimpered, attempting to crawl from Faith's clutches.
"No, no, no. You're my sexbot now, B. C'mon, you said yes before. Are ya gonna punk out already?"
Uncertain, the small slayer froze. She turned and looked at the challenge in her rival's eyes. "Fine." Gritting her teeth, Buffy straightened up and wiggled her butt. "Do it then! Hurt me! I know what you're trying to do, Faith, but it won't work." Her voice softened, "I'll still love you."
"Dammit, I ain't gonna hurt you!" Faith became angry at the accusation. "I wouldn't do that." ...not anymore. Feeling some remorse, she caressed Buffy's behind while speaking in hushed a tone. "This is just to test your resolve, B. Make sure you're prepared for what pleasing me involves."
"For some reason THAT didn't come to mind." Buffy sniped, waving her hand at the strap-on.
"What can I say?.. just full of surprises. Now be quiet." Faith pushed Buffy's face down and got behind her. But instead of the rough treatment Buffy was expecting, she felt Faith's silky tongue licking her, sliding tenderly between her velvet folds.
"Ahhhhhh!" The small slayer sighed in ecstasy, grasping at the bed sheets and laying her head down. The dizzying sensation of a complete tonguing from Faith, accompanied by a gentle probing of her rectum was more then Buffy could bear. She curled her arms around a pillow, her upper half resting...her lower half squirming as the dark slayer's touch drove her wild. "God, Faithy...pleasssseee...I'm gonnna...OH GOD...OMIGOD."
Buffy hid her face in the bedsheets as the first orgasm rocked through her body. Faith's finger was buried in her butt up to the knuckle while her lips covered Buffy's swollen pussy and sucked.
*Christ! That's it, B!* Faith snaked her tongue inside the little blonde, smiling as Buffy's vaginal muscles spasmed around it.
"Faaaitth." A breathless cry escaped Buffy as she tried to lay down. "I can't...can't hold myse--"
"Bullshit." Faith grunted, reluctantly removing her lips from the blonde's quaking sex. "Keep your ass in the air, B." Slapping the older slayer's rump, Faith straightened up behind her.
Kneeling now, the bad girl positioned the dildo against the blonde's opening. "Ready, B?"
Buffy moaned in response, causing a shiver down Faith's spine. Nothing was sexier than the sweet sounds from her cutie. Faith grinned and slid forward, gently impaling Buffy on the device.
"Ungh! Ohhhh!" Clawing at the wall, Buffy wailed with pleasure. She was so ready for it; she surprised herself. "Faith that feels...oh gawwwwd."
Leaning over Buffy, the dark slayer kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Yeah baby, I know. Now move against me... c'mon B...fuck it."
Buffy pushed back until Faith's body was flush with her own. The brunette had remained tucked over her, wrapping her arms around Buffy and holding her tight as the little slayer humped against her, purring.
Faith finally released her, pinching Buffy's nipples lightly as she did so. "Fuck you're hot! Wicked hot, B!" The former rogue grunted grabbing the small girl's waist and pumping slowly into her. "Do you like it? Hmmm? Me fucking you."
"Yessssss." Buffy hissed, rocking back and trying to force Faith deeper. "Faster...Fai..Faaaith."
Smiling, Faith began to move expertly. Gauging each stroke carefully, the gorgeous brunette angled it so that the tip touched Buffy's g- spot with increasing precision. She could sense her counterpart's impeding explosion.
"Faith..please...I neeeeeeed to..." Buffy cried, wincing as Faith pulled away some. "Nooooo...please Faaaaith."
"Shhhh babe, I ain't stoppin'." Faith huskily informed her, "Just adjusting for me here." The new position afforded the younger girl some friction. Her eyes rolled back, and she growled with delight. If Faith kept this up she'd cum right along with Buffy. *Mmmmm.* And that was a delicious thought.
Twisting loose of Faith's hold, Buffy pounded back against her and screamed. Her toes curled and her back bowed. Cum ran down Buffy's thighs as she climaxed. *Holy crap!* Quivering uncontrollably, the tiny blonde fell forward. Sweat glistened along her golden skin, her emerald eyes closed and her lips parted slightly as she struggled for oxygen.
"OH FUCK!" Faith cursed and gripped the blonde again, giving one last thrust. It rubbed her clit just right, causing the brunette to grin stupidly and land heavily on top her partner. "Buffy...B. fuck...you just got me off so hard...Was it good for you too, baby?"
The small slayer couldn't speak. For the moment she was only focused on breathing again. In great gulps, the blonde sucked in a lungful of air then shakily exhaled.
Rolling on her side, Faith gazed at the winded beauty. "B, ya okay?... I didn't hurt ya, did I?"
Buffy opened her eyes halfway, staring for a second before shaking her head.
"Good. C'mere." Faith pulled the tinier woman into a bear hug, planting kisses all over her hair and face before muttering, "Goodnight, babe."
Shivering, Buffy pressed completely against Faith, feeling so suddenly exposed. "Faith please...hold me tighter."
"I got ya." Without opening her eyes, Faith crushed Buffy to body, her hold possessive and protective at the same time. "Go to sleep, B."
The phone rang causing Buffybot to chipperly announce. "I'll get it."
Faithbot settled back on the bed, grinning as the naked little blonde bot raced to the telephone.
"Hello. Who is it, please?"
Buffy grimaced, adjusting the receiver against her ear. "Buffybot, you don't have to shout." The slayer grumbled as she glanced toward the bedroom doors. "Listen, I need a favor."
"How can I be of service?"
Faithbot motioned impatiently to her girlfriend.
"It is the other Buffy. She needs our assistance." Buffybot explained, smiling happily.
"What? What does she want?" The brunette bot sneered, reaching to yank the phone away.
"No. That's not polite. Faith, you wait until I can ask," the little bot pulled it back from her as she wagged her finger. "Don't be rude. You know I don't find that attractive."
Scowling, Faithbot leapt from the bed and grabbed the other extension. "Why are you buggin' us?!"
"Argh!" Buffy gripped the phone tightly as the bots began to argue. "Shut up, both of you!"
"I don't wanna talk to you B. I'm with Buffybot now. Nothing you can say is gonna win my hot, sexy bot bod back, yunno?"
"Typical," Buffy mumbled to herself, shaking her head. How frighteningly like Faith the bot truly was. "Save it! I called for Buffybot."
"Huh? Oh." Deflated, Faithbot hung up the phone.
Buffybot looked sympathetically toward her partner. Perching next to her, she patted her leg comfortingly while listening to Buffy speak.
"I need some advice," the slayer cringed even as she said it, but this was about winning Faith over and no price was too large.
"Advice?" Buffybot sang out with excitement, "Slaying advice?" Her tone was hopeful.
"No, not slaying advice." *Little twit!* Buffy silently counted to ten. "Faith advice."
"Oh." Buffybot smiled proudly. "I can give Faith advice. I know all about Faith."
Gritting her teeth, Buffy clasped the phone so tight it cracked. "I know. That's why I'm calling. Now be quiet and answer my questions."
The blonde bot tilted her head in confusion. "How can I be quiet and answer your questions, other Buffy?"
Faithbot made a gesture indicating Buffy was crazy, causing the little bot to giggle.
"What's so funny?!"
Nervously, Buffybot exclaimed, "Nothing! We're not laughing at you! I promise. No laughing here." The bot felt odd lying. *Where did that come from? Must be a malfunction.*
Buffy ignored the gibe and pulled out her carefully prepared list. "Okay, for now I have a short list, but I want you to make yourself available every morning because there's sure to be more."
Buffybot politely agreed.
Grunting a thank you, the Sunnydale superhero rattled off her first question and readied her pen.
PART 18 - Problems For Both Bs
Faith awoke to the smell of frying bacon. Rolling over with a smile, she mumbled, "Buffybot."
It looked like she was getting her usual weekend spoilage. She must have made her little bot particularly happy the night before. Faith grinned wickedly, smacking her lips together. The sugary Buffy flavor still coated them. *Damn, good stuff!* Her senses were nearly overwhelmed with the delicacy. *Fuck.* Faith was getting horny again already.
*Breakfast first though.* Bleary-eyed, the beautiful brunette clambered from the bed, and picked her clothes off the floor. She dressed as she staggered down the hall. "Buffybot...babe, whaddya makin' me?"
Faith failed to process the altered surroundings as she stumbled down the stairs still in a drunken stupor. "Heyyy B," she called out again, eager to see her beloved bot. After all, nothing quite made the dark slayer's day like a kiss from the carbon copy version of Buffy; that and the typical attention Buffybot was likely to shower her with.
"In here," the sweet, lilting voice called to her.
Faith knitted her brow as she peeked in the kitchen. Reality was very slowly filtering through her alcohol soaked brain. *Why am I at Buffy's?*
"Good morning," the blonde chirped, hurrying to hand Faith a glass of orange juice. "It's fresh squeezed. And I made your favorite."
"Huh?" Faith frowned and glanced around. "Bbot, why are we here?"
Buffy purposely turned her back to her fellow slayer, absolutely irritated that Faith was mistaking her for the bot again. *Maybe I shouldn't have worn the apron.*
"Bottie, I asked you a question."
"Faith, I don't think you should get drunk anymore...or drink at all for that matter."
Annoyed, the young slayer hesitated. It seemed like such a Buffy thing to say. She set down the glass and approached the little beauty. "Okay, let's not play twenty questions, Bbot. I'm not in the mood. Tell me what the hell we're doing here and where's that bitch bot you dumped me for?"
Buffy tensed up, but continued to ignore the brunette, flipping her pancakes instead.
"Hey! I'm talking to you," Faith growled, wrapping her arms around Buffy and pulling the shorter woman tightly against her. "I hate these stupid mind games Cordy taught you. Now you answer me when I ask you a question!"
*What the-!* Buffy was inches from turning and slapping the crap out of Faith when Willow wandered in.
"Hi guys." The witch smiled at the intimate embrace, assuming the two slayers had ironed things out somewhat. Gesturing at the nicely set table Willow remarked, "Buffy, that's sweet. You made everyone breakfast, but I have to run. School and all." And with that the redhead was out the door.
Faith froze, completely uncertain of how best to escape. The instant she let go of who she now realized was Buffy, a beating was definitely going to commence. And as hungover as she felt, Faith was convinced she'd likely vomit.
"Uhh, B..I'm jus' gonna let go of you, and back away. Let's not do anything hasty, `kay?" Faith didn't ease her grip though; she was waiting for Buffy's agreement.
The blonde remained quiet, stiffly pressed up against Faith.
"B?...Hey?" Swallowing hard, the young slayer repeated, "No fighting, right?..Come on Buffy, say something. Look I'm sorry. I just for-"
"Forgot?" Buffy asked with disgust, turning in Faith's arms to face her. "And you think that makes it okay?!"
Faith gazed down at the pretty girl peering up at her angrily. She'd forgotten alright, forgotten how absolutely gorgeous the real Buffy was. Even the bot in her nearly perfect Buffyness couldn't compare. There was something slightly different. She stared into the pale green eyes and smirked at the bratty sparkle.
"Glad you're amused, because I'm not. Faith, you have a serious drinking problem. You know this isn't the first time you've blacked out. You can't do your job right if you can't even remember the night before."
Faith pushed her away. "Fuck! More preaching." Shaking her head, the dark slayer headed for the door.
"Wait." Buffy followed after her, rushing out onto the porch. "Faith." But the brunette waved her off, continuing on her way while slipping on her jacket. There was no knowing where Faith was going.
Disheartened, Buffy returned to the kitchen to clean up the uneaten breakfast.
When Buffybot came out of sleep mode Faithbot was already up and dressed. Concerned, the little blonde bot climbed from the bed and entered the outer area of the suite. "What are you doing?" Her eyes flickered from the half packed suitcase to the startled Faithbot.
"Hi there." Walking over, the leather-clad slayer leaned down and kissed her girlfriend lightly on the lips. "Thought you were set for 9:00?"
Buffybot glanced over at the clock in confusion. "I was." Pausing, she scanned her system. "I am." But it was before nine o'clock and her internal clock was right. Something else was wrong. Seeing Faithbot eyeing her strangely, she hurriedly reassured, "I will have Willow check on it later."
Apparently satisfied with that response, the Faithbot returned to her task.
"Why are you packing?"
"I'm leaving."
Fear crept into the smaller bot's voice. "Me? You're leaving me?"
Faithbot straightened suddenly and frowned. "What are you talking about? We discussed this yesterday. Don't you remember?"
Chewing her bottom lip, the little slayerbot searched her short-term memory banks. She couldn't seem to find the related file.
"I-um.." Buffybot glanced at the brunette, and for reasons unknown even to herself, she lied. "Yes."
"Alright then. Hop to it, babe. We need to blow this joint before the creeps try to stick us with another day's tab." Faithbot picked up her girlfriend's bag and placed it next to her own. "I would've started for you, but I know how you like to do it." She winked at Buffybot and headed toward the bathroom to gather the rest of her stuff.
*A virus! I must have a virus!* Panicked, the bot discreetly fished the cell phone from the bottom of her bag. It was intended only for emergencies, but this definitely could be an emergency. What if she was contagious? She'd heard about these things. She could get Faithbot sick!
Dialing her old phone number, Buffybot went into the closet and closed the door.
"Buffybot, do you wanna take the towels?...Hey, babe." Faithbot came from the bathroom and glanced around. Hearing nothing, she assumed Buffybot had gone out again for ice. It was something her girlfriend had taken a strange liking to, visiting the ice machine. Faithbot had yet to understand it, but it hardly seemed important. If it made Buffybot happy that was good enough for her. Shaking her head and smiling, the brunette bot flipped on the radio and went back into the bathroom.
The ringing startled Buffy. She fumbled with the glass she was washing, dropping it and cursing as it shattered across the tile. "Great!"
Snatching up the receiver, she grumbled, "Yeah?"
"Hello, I must speak to Willow."
"Buffybot?"
"Yes. Is Willow there?"
Annoyed, the blonde rolled her eyes. "No, she's not."
Buffybot suddenly felt rude for not asking, so she tried. "How did Faith like her breakfast?...Buffy?...Hello?"
Faith had gone all the way to the Espresso Pump before patting her pocket and cursing, "Damn! No smokes and no money."
Her stomach rumbled. Either alcohol or food was going to be required soon. For once Faith had felt like she'd had enough of the former. An actual meal sounded good, similar to the one she'd left behind.
Frowning, the dark slayer glanced back. If she returned now, Buffy would be at the house waiting. In fact she probably would still be wearing her cute little apron. The slayer smirked as she imagined Buffy nude except for the frilly apron.
There were many times that she'd done Buffybot in the kitchen that way, asking the bot to keep her apron on. Faith grinned. Yep, domesticated Buffy definitely got her juices flowing. It was probably the main reason she liked the Buffybot so much.
Faith's smile softened as she thought of her petite blonde bot, innocent and cheerful...all pre-mayor grudge, the perfect Buffy.... nearly. Furrowing her brow, the brunette turned on her heel and headed back toward the Summers' residence.
She'd have to go eventually, considering that she'd left without a dime on her. It seemed best to get it over with. She'd tangle with her fellow slayer if need be and then find her money and bail.
*First to lowlife Willy's for a drink then to the bus station...A Jack and Coke is startin' to sound really tasty.* Faith licked her lips, stopping suddenly. Buffy's honey-like cum was still on them.
*Sticky and sweet... and oh so fucking delicious!* The brunette squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered the previous night. She had crouched behind little Miss Tightly-Wound and licked every inch of the blonde's hot, wet pussy. *Fuck!*
Faith sucked in a breath and glanced around. No one was paying her any attention. Taking off her jacket, she was glad for the chilly weather as she hurried along.
*Buffy moaning my name...begging me to fuck her...oh yeah...she was so sexy...grinding against me...even shivering when she came...Damn, I want more of that.* Faith picked up her pace, almost running as she rounded the corner.
Her arousal had conveniently brushed aside all other phobias. At the moment her reservations weren't only hazy and ill-defined, but too stupid to bother with. She could be holding and kissing the 'real' Buffy instead of a bot version.
*Why shouldn't I give it a chance?...B might really want me...May not be her getting revenge...I mean, dang, Buffy wouldn't go this far with it...No way would she let me fuck her like that. She's not a slut, not my B.* Faith's confidence grew as she strolled down the last block.
After slamming down the phone, Buffy strode moodily back toward the sink. The glass she'd broken was forgotten until she stepped right on it.
"OUCH!"
Buffy lifted her foot, cursing as she hopped to the counter and leaned against it for balance. Checking over her injury, she winced. Shards of glass were deeply embedded along her whole foot, even one jutting from the arch which she quickly plucked.
Pouting, she wiggled her toes before trying to step down again. "Owie!"
"Buffy, what's wrong?"
Startled, she peered up to find Spike standing there.
"Don't you ever knock?!"
"Thought you had those slayer senses, pet. You should know when I'm around." He considered her coldly while sniping, "Of course, you're too busy thinking `bout that pretty toy of yours, aren't you?! Better be careful, slayer, or the bot will be your undoing."
"Huh?!" Buffy shook her head, exasperated by the jealous vampire as usual. "I'm kind of busy here so--"
Sniffing the air, Spike's eyes widened. "You're bleeding."
"Okay, that smelling blood thing is way gross!" She crinkled her nose as the smitten vampire knelt and carefully examined her foot.
"Need to clean this up, kitten." Without waiting for her consent, Spike scooped the irritated slayer into his arms and carried her toward the couch.
"Ugh! Spike, put me down."
"Hush." He laid her out gently, happily taking a seat next to her. "Don't get all shirty on me. Jus' doin' what needs to be done. And you might as well let me. I know that blasted Faith girl isn't anywhere about. Got up and left for a drink, I'll wager."
Buffy scowled, but remained silent as he pulled her feet onto his lap.
When Faith entered the house she heard Buffy's voice and halted. Someone was with her.
"Feelin' better, luv?" Spike spoke softly, shifting slightly as the bulge in his pants grew. "I can carry you upstairs to tub an' get you washed good and proper."
*That fuckin' peroxide pest!* Faith's temper flared as she recognized the unmistakable accent. *What the hell?!* She stormed into the room, taking in the scene.
Buffy was laying back with her feet still in Spike's lap.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!!"
Buffy moved hastily while Spike jumped up.
"Now Slayer, it's not--"
Faith dove on the vamp. Ignoring Buffy's shouts, she began pummeling him without mercy. "Son of a bitch!" She spat, "You're sweet on her. Have been all along, haven't you?!"
Spike blocked a blow. "So what if I am? You tin bitch!"
"I'd think it was cute," she sneered, kneeing him in the gut, "if it weren't so pathetic. You aren't good enough!"
With a growl, Spike tossed the rogue slayer onto her back and punched her in the face. "Well, neither are you! Nothing but a cheap imitation." He slugged her again. "And you said you didn't want her! So think of this as a favor." His fist connected hard with her nose.
"NO!" Buffy screeched as blood splattered from Faith's nose. Shakily, the blonde got to her feet and hobbled over. "Spike, stop hitting her! You'll hurt her." She leaned down and caressed the younger girl, wiping the blood delicately from her face. "Faithy, I'm sorry. Sweetie, are you okay?"
"Five by five, B. Now back off!" Faith angrily brushed Buffy's hands away. "I can take care of myself."
Stunned, the vampire merely stared at the slayer pinned under him before muttering, "Hold on!..You?...You're-"
"Gonna kick your ass!" Faith grunted, yanking him forward by his coat and slamming his head into the wall. "By the way, I changed my mind. I do want her. But lemme repay you for that favor anyway." Not missing a beat, she applied a boot hard to his crotch. "How's that, loverboy?!"
Howling in agony, Spike swung blindly at the brunette while Buffy pried them apart.
"Alright, that's enough!"
"B, I said stay out of it!" Faith warned, flipping to her feet and getting into her fighting stance. "I owe fang breath a major smackdown."
"No, you don't. Listen to me! Spike was only trying to help."
"Sure he was. Making with the advice to me last night and then showing up this morning to check on you. Totally innocent stuff too, right?!" The dark slayer snarled as she peered over at Spike who stood slightly hunched and coughing.
"Bollocks! You were supposed to be the damn Faithbot."
Faith snorted, moving toward him menacingly. "You got drunk with me, moron! How could I be a robot?"
"WHAT?!" Buffy whirled around to face the stammering vampire. "You went drinking with her?!"
"Yeah but--"
"OUT!" The little blonde yelled, pointing toward the door.
"Slayer," Spike stepped toward her, but didn't get far before a roundhouse kick from Faith sent him reeling.
"She said to get the fuck out! Kinda retarded, aren't you?!"
Buffy roughly grabbed the brunette, shoving her along. "Faith, upstairs! Now!"
"No way! I'm not leaving you alone with him."
Sighing warily, Buffy gestured for Spike to depart.
"Bloody `ell! She's back one day and already you're whipped." Resentfully he snatched up his blanket and covered himself. "Slayer, don't come crying to me when the drunken whore leaves you."
"Faith!" Buffy gritted her teeth, blocking the path to Spike with her body. "Let him go."
Since Buffybot couldn't reach Willow there was only one other person she could think of that would be able to help with her problem. Sneaking out, the bot headed directly to Fred's room.
"It's Buffybot," Fred gleefully announced as she opened the door wide to allow the blonde in.
"Good morning." Buffybot gave a small wave before anxiously taking a seat next to Gunn.
The young man raised his eyebrows, glancing at his girlfriend who shrugged.
Fred approached the bot and crouched down,taking her hands while gently asking, "You seem upset. Did something happen with Faith?"
"No, it's not Faithbot." Buffybot looked at Fred. "It's me. I'm infected...or malfunctioning. I do not know which. Maybe both." The last part came out in a rush as the blonde hedged on the verge of tears.
"What's she talkin' about?" Gunn got up from the bed, contemplating the shaking bot with uncertainty. The last thing he wanted was for either Fred or him to come down with whatever the bot was carrying.
"I think she means she has a computer virus," Fred responded, tenderly brushing back the bot's blonde locks to look at her. "Buffybot, listen to me. It's nothing to become hysterical over. We'll simply get you back to Sunnydale and have Willow check you over. I would do it, but she knows your programming better than I."
"We must go without Faithbot!" Buffybot exclaimed, becoming insistent.
"I don't think she'll agree to that."
"Then we should leave now before she finds me."
"Buffybot, shhhh. Let's talk about--"
A pounding on the door prevented further discussion. "Fred, open up!"
Buffybot's eyes grew large with alarm. It was the Faithbot. "I have to hide. Do not tell her. Please."
Reluctantly, Fred released the bot, letting her scurry off to the bathroom. She motioned for Gunn to get the door once Buffybot was out of sight.
Faithbot entered Fred and Gunn's room to find Fred sheepishly warding her off. "Look I don't want to worry you or anything but maybe you shouldn't come any closer."
"Where's Buffybot?!"
"Hey FB, cool it." Gunn stepped forward. "I believe my girl had something to say."
Faithbot relented, crossing her arms across her chest. "Fine but then you tell me where Buffybot is."
"Okay, this is gonna get outa hand if we don't just tell her."
Fred reluctantly agreed allowing Gunn to call Buffybot from the bathroom. "BB come on we'll all go to Sunnydale."
Faithbot had a look of surprise when her bot girlfriend emerged. "Buffybot, I thought you said there'd be no secrets between us."
Succumbing to tears the slayer bot explained that she believed that she must have a virus. "My programming is no longer functioning correctly."
"Damn, is that all. You don't have a virus. You're becoming more human. It was Willow's spell that I preformed on you. I changed it a little and it's working."
"No, still stay back."
Chuckling lightly, Faithbot agreed not touch her until after Willow checked her out. "I guess the wedding will have to wait. To Sunnydale it is."
"So why the jealous slayer act," Buffy questioned.
"It's no act. Seeing him there touching you." Faith shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the image.
"What?" Buffy tried not to smile. She was going to make Faith say it. "It did what?"
"Pissed me off!" Faith groused, glancing anxiously at her. "You're with me now."
"Am I?" The blonde coyly asked.
Faith frowned. "Don't cheapen it that way!"
"Faith," Buffy glowed, "I don't think real love can be cheapened. Do you?"
"Holy crap, that's the first time you said it where I believed you."
Sighing, Buffy pushed back Faith's hair and kissed her. "Well then maybe now you'll take my advice and cut down on the drinking."
"I swear it." Faith grabbed her fellow slayer and pulled her into her arms.
Willow opened the front door to find the bots and the wedding party. Before she could ask Buffybot launched into a panicked explanation.
The witch cut her off by holding up her hand. "Buffybot you can't get a virus. Not anymore. Something else is going on." Willow with a look of surprise turned toward the brunette slayerbot. "How did you do it?"
Buffybot perked up, "What did Faithbot do?"
"She made you both real," Fred guessed with a great wonder in her voice.
Buffybot squealed with delight and hugged the now grinning Faithbot, whispering, "Thank you."