Buffy's Birthday Wish
by Faithful_chickie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
Spoilers: Season Seven of BTVS, post Chosen.
Beta: dale
Feedback: Yes, Pleaseee.
"Happy Birthday dear Bbbbb," Faith crooned, snickering as the blonde slayer glared in her direction.
"Happy Birthday to you," the rest of the room sang out, finishing the song.
Dawn crowded in close to her big sister. "Come on, Buffy. Blow out the candles before they melt your cake. And don't forget to make a wish. A good wish though, nothing stupid or weird," the younger Summers warned.
Willow's eyes narrowed when she noticed Dawn wink at one of the new girls, a young wiccan who had recently joined the group. Some of the newer slayers were tittering too. *Nooo, Dawnie knows better than to-*
Kennedy also nudged Dawn and smiled.
"Damn," the redhead muttered under her breath as she reached to yank Buffy back. "Buffy, no!"
Too late. The little blonde had already started blowing out the candles. By the time Willow managed to pull her from the cake, none were lit, and all the girls were clapping.
"Yay!"
"What'd you wish for?" One of them excitedly asked, immediately getting shushed by the other girls.
"You know you're not supposed to tell," Dawn emphasized the word tell before quickly adding, "or it won't come true."
"Wil, what is it?" Buffy frowned while being dragged toward the kitchen.
Only Faith seemed to see the side drama, arching an eyebrow at the two as they left.
The instant the kitchen door swung shut, Buffy asked, "And by the way, did you have to invite Faith? I mean, it's so obvious that she doesn't want to be here; so why bother?!" The blonde peeked back into the dining room.
Faith smirked and waved at her.
"Argh! She's so aggravating!"
"Buffy! Focus please! I brought you in here for a reason," Willow let out an exasperated sigh when the slayer finally turned toward her.
"Oh yeah, what was that about?" The blonde walked over to fix herself a drink. She was certain alcohol might be the only thing to help her through this night. *God, how I hate birthdays!*
Once a strong opponent of the stuff, Buffy now had grown quite fond of using it. Sometimes it was to dull the pain of loneliness and other times to make the nuttiness around her amusing rather than maddening.
"So tell me what disaster is looming, Wil. Don't keep me in suspense." Buffy said, pouring herself a strong one and glancing at her best friend.
The powerful wiccan stood wringing her hands and watching the slayer, wondering if she should get into it yet. At this point it was merely a hunch.
"Well?!"
"Buffy, what did you wish for when you blew out the candles?"
The pretty blonde chuckled, "Now you sound like Dawn." Taking a sip, she added, "What does it matter? It's not like I'm meant to be happy anyway. Whether there's one other slayer or a thousand other slayers, it still comes back to me." Buffy sadly looked away. "And because of that I'll always be alone. Not like you or Xander. You guys are lucky to have partners totally devoted to you."
Willow hesitated, at a complete loss for words. Buffy seemed so terribly unhappy.
"I'm sorry, Wil. Just rambling." Shaking her head, the small hero headed from the room.
Willow allowed her to leave, deciding at this point it was best to confirm her suspicions first. No need to stress or depress the little slayer more than she already was.
Author's Note: Thanks JT.
Faith's POV
"Dawn, that is like so cool! Do you know how long I've been waiting for my boyfriend to ask me to move in?"
Fuck! I choke on my beer and straighten up. Wait `til B hears about this. She'll freak. Looks like it's time for me to be the voice of reason. Not like it's something that comes naturally or anything, but ever since I became a role model to these little pip-squeaks I feel kinda obligated.
"Whoa!"
They all turn and look at me. I think they forgot I was here.
"What?" Dawn gives me one of those 'oops' looks, similar to the one her big sister has perfected.
"Slow down there, Dawnie. No point in shacking up with this-" I snap my fingers. "What's his name?"
"Geez, it's not like I said I was going to." She rolls her eyes at me.
Damn, the kid's more annoying than B is sometimes. But before I can tell the little brat to pipe down, the bigger brat wanders out from the kitchen. Finally! Wonder what that was all about.
Buffy glances around at everyone and smiles, but she ain't foolin' me. Something's wrong. Big time. And it bugs the shit outta me to see her looking so broken up. Of course there's her latest dopey boy toy sticking to her like glue. Fuck, where does she find these Wally Cleaver types?!
Looks like he doesn't have a clue either. No one does. Typical though. Nobody gets Buffy. I'd like to think I understand her, but that'd be a lie. Except for our slayerness, we have nothing in common. She thinks that's why we argue, and why I bailed. But it's not.
Suddenly, I need a cigarette. I grab for my jacket and hear Buffy's snide tone.
"Leaving already?"
Geez B, could you sound anymore hopeful?! That seals it. I'm staying until the bitch throws me out.
"Nope. Just havin' a smoke." I can't help but grin at her surprised little look.
"Oh."
B turns and tells the stick in the mud that she'll be right back, just as Willow comes out from the kitchen to drag Kennedy off.
I'm torn between following after Red and finding out what's up or going outside and getting alone time with Buffy.
I glance over at B as she's slipping on her coat. Damn, I like that coat. Looks good on her. Then again what doesn't? Nahhh, fuck this. I better see what's going on with the great white witch and her girl. Might have to stay in town longer than expected.
I head in the direction that Red went but Buffy yanks at my jacket impatiently.
"Well? Are you going to smoke or not? I want to get some air."
When I gaze down at her and she smiles, it's settled. Cigarette first. Whatever the other sitch is can wait. After all, apocalypses are pretty common. B acting friendly to me isn't.
I practically trip over my own feet rushing to open the door for her, then I wave her out trying to act cool about it. She hesitates and gives me this look like she's half expecting me to slam the door and say 'Psyche!'
Shit! She still always expects the worst from me. I shake my head and step out ahead of her. Not quite as thrilled as a few moments before. Actually, I'm wondering why the fuck I came here again?
"Whassup?" I ask while fishing around my pocket for my lighter. She shrugs, walking over to take a seat near my feet. Now that's fucking weird. But what's even weirder is I like it. Gives me some strange thrill to be leaning against the post smoking while Buffy sits indian- style at my feet. Plus I can kinda stare at her without her noticing.
I take a nice deep lungful and exhale slowly, watching Buffy. She picks some imaginary lint from her shirt then rests back on her hands and peers up at me. The whole thing catches me so off guard I almost drop the lit cigarette on her. Christ, I was looking down her shirt but I don't think she noticed cuz then she asks all philosophical- like, "Have you ever felt alone even when you're with someone?"
I'm confused. "What? Like now?"
"No, like..when you're...you know." B pauses as if waiting for me to read her mind. When I quirk an eyebrow, she finally blurts, "Ugh! Having sex! Do you ever feel alone during it?"
"Well that depends." I give her a naughty grin, causing B to become a bit flustered.
She grits her teeth. "Faith, I meant when you're with another person."
God, she's cute when she's frustrated. I flick my cigarette away and sit down next to her before answering, "No, but there's been times that I've wished it."
Luckily, it makes her laugh and breaks the tension.
"B, what's wrong?" The question kinda hangs out there for a sec, making me think she's going to point out how we're not very close, and I shouldn't pry. So I decide to beat her to the bratty. "Things not working out with your new squeeze? What's his name?" Have to wrack my brain here. "Derelict?"
"Derek!"
Oops! B's pissed! And I mean royally. She moves to get up, but I reach to stop her.
"No, come on. I was kidding. Don't be mad."
She faces me still angry. Once again all I can think about is how hot she is riled up. Damn, that's probably why I try to aggravate her so often. Solved one mystery. But now there's another, which is why hasn't she pushed me away. I'm leaning toward her. Wanna kiss her friggin' bad.
"Faith," she whispers nervously, "What are you doing?"
Fuck, I don't even know as I close my eyes and press my lips to hers. Holy crap! It's like the Fourth of July in my head. Thought that was a myth, yunno.
I feel her start to pull back and tighten my grip. Gotta make it worth the ass kicking I'm gonna get. She acts as if she's about to struggle, gasping against my eager lips. It's an opportunity I don't ignore as I slide my tongue into her warm delicious mouth.
Mmmmmmm..damn, she tastes good. I loosen my hold and concentrate only on the kiss...her sweet flavor...her soft lips...and most of all the fact that it's Buffy.
I feel her trembling. Ohhh gahhhh! Takes awhile for it to register that yeah, she's responding. B's kissing me! Holy shit! Her tongue moves over mine, and I nearly cream myself.
"B..B." I murmur like a moron while pushing her onto her back and popping open her shirt.
Fuck yeah! Paydirt! B's not wearing a bra. Don't even care why not. Instead I drag my fingertips lightly over the perfect mounds, groaning as each nipple stiffens and Buffy shudders underneath me.
Maybe I'm gonna get to fuck her?! Feeling faint, I pull my mouth off of hers, just to get some much needed oxygen. Both of us are panting like animals.
She's staring up at me with this glazed expression. Confused?...Aroused? Dunno. Can't quite figure it. Still trying to breath.
"Faith, why?"
Huh? Did she actually ask that? What the fuck! I better shut her up. I try to get back to the kissing, but now she pushes me off.
"No."
Fuck! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PART 3 - Buttonless Buffy & Her Brain-dead Boyfriend
Buffy's POV
"What do you think you're doing?! Stop it!" I push Faith back a second time and start fumbling with my shirt. Grrrr! All the buttons are gone.
"C'mon, you know you're liking it. Just let me make you feel good."
I look up from my ruined top, feeling an overwhelming urge to slap her. That was such a Spike thing to say. Besides, she can't even tell me why she's suddenly interested.
Horny Faith, that's all this amounts to... Or maybe she's playing games with me!
Well, I'm definitely not in the mood to be toyed with tonight, not on my birthday. Which by the way, is already historically bad. Certainly don't need Faith here adding to the drama.
"Why did you show up?!" Smarty-pants hesitates. That's it! Now I'm mad. "I think you should leave."
"Nope. Nothin' doin'. Red invited me. And it's Kennedy's house so I'm staying."
"That's mature," I snipe, watching as Faith shrugs and reaches back into her pocket for her pack of cigarettes. On instinct I swat them from her hand. "Quit that!"
"Huh?" Faith glances at me and gives one of her annoying smirks. "Aww babe, that's so sweet. You're worried about my health."
"Oh please! I'm just sick of the cloud of smoke surrounding you." I gesture at my shirt. "Now how am I going to get back inside?"
For once Faith shuts up. Instead she goes to the window and peeks in. "Okay, wait `til I give you the signal then dash up to your room . I'll keep Derwood occupied. Got it?"
Foolishly I listen. Dusting myself off, I nod at Faith who winks.
"Ew Faith, you're so-"
"Shhh...Go B. Now! Hurry!"
Without giving it a second thought, I throw open the door and race for the staircase. I'm clutching my shirt closed or at least trying to when I run straight into Derek.
"Snugglebunny, where've you been?" He smiles as he wraps his arms around me. Looks like he was waiting. Rats! Faith! I can hear her laughing. Then she actually manages to make it worse by drawing attention to my clothing dilemma.
"Yeah Snugglebunny, where ya been?... And what's with your shirt?"
I'm totally going to kill her. That's it. Faith's dead. She's absolutely dead, and I try to tell her so with my stare.
"Buffy?" Derek has this dejected expression as he eyes my torn blouse. Oh god, I hate this, the guilt. "What's going on?"
"Relax Derrel, I was teasin' you."
"Derek!" He growls as he lets go of me so suddenly I nearly stumble. I'm still holding my shirt in some vain attempt to preserve my modesty. Not sure why I bother though, they've both seen me... Ugh! Should've found a bra to wear with this top.
Backing away from them both, I glare at Faith and tense up. This is my 'I'm so going to kick your butt' face, which unsurprisingly makes Faith grin.
She's completely unfazed, as she saunters over...Oh no! What's she doing?
"Look."
Nooooo. Faith, be quiet.
She blunders on, "..it's my fault. I accidentally did that to her shirt."
Ugh!!! Shut up! Just shut up, Faith!
"We were jus' hanging out and before long we got to wrasslin'. You know how that is, don't you Dorkel?"
"Faith, that's enough."
"Aww B, quit being such a grouch." She puts her arm over my shoulder and pulls me close. I actually have to fight the urge to bite her hand.
"No, I don't know how it is." His eyes narrow as he regards us both with a frown. Something tells me he's not buying it.
"Whatever." Faith waves him off and leans close to kiss my cheek. "B's meant to be my girl anyway."
What the-???
"Excuse me?!" Derek's ready to attack. Oh boy! Can't let this happen.
"Faith, no."
"Buffy's special. She needs special things. Things you can't give her."
Huh?! What's Faith blathering on about? She must be drunk. I attempt to move away but she tightens her grip, pulling me into her arms completely before kissing me again. This time on the lips. FAITH, DAMN YOU! Initially, I shove at her, wanting her to stop. But when she captures my tongue in her mouth and sucks it...omigod...feels sooo nice... mmm. Yummy Faith. Gawdddd, she's such a good kisser. Love her mouth.
"Buffy!"
Next thing I know, someone is yanking me away from Faith. Oops!
"You fucker, don't touch her!"
"BOTH OF YOU STOP IT!" I've had it! Stepping in between I hold out my arms to ward Faith off. But for some reason, my boyfriend thinks he can take her. Idiot that he is, he moves around me and belts her. Uh- oh! Damn it!
Buffy's POV
"Oh that's bullshit, B! Let me at him."
Holding Faith back is taking all of my strength, I can barely call out for help. "Willow, do something fast!"
"Buffy, what's going on," the witch is asking as Kennedy mercifully pulls Derek back outside.
"I haven't clue. Upstairs now."
Still rubbing her jaw, Faith followed close behind me. "B, I meant everything I said. I don't know exactly why I'm telling you, but I love you."
"Argh. That!" I'm gesturing at Willow. "That is not the Faith I know. This is total weirdness. Faith would never just say that to anyone especially not me."
Wil aggravates the situation further. "Buffy, I think she means it." Lowering her eyes nervously, Willow explains the spell that Dawn and her friends cast.
All I can do is grunt in frustration. "Ugh, I knew it was a spell. Now who else can I expect showing up on the doorstep talking crazy?"
Willow's expression doesn't seem very positive. She flinches, "Maybe all of your exs."
"God Wil, all of them?" I've changed into a new shirt, but Faith seems bent on ripping it too. "No. Sit on the bed."
"It's your choice, babe. Wherever you want me."
She's grinning with that cockiness she never can shake. "Listen to me, Faith. You're under a spell."
"Nah. I can't be. I'm a real slayer like you." Faith smiles and pats the bed. "Come over here and I'll show there's no hocus pocus involved."
"Willow!"
"We're working on breaking the spell." Showing me her fingers crossed the redhead backed out of the room.
I kicked the door closed and turned to face Faith.
...to be continued...