First Date
by Carly
Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon. (But I know they wish they belonged to me!)
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Author's Notes: This is my first foray into the buffyverse, please be very kind to me. Constructive feed back is greatly appreciated. Dedicated to Courty, because she, too, enjoys pretty people shagging.
Feedback: Yes but be nice! It's my first time.

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My palms were sweaty and my heart was ramming at my rib cage. First dates always make me nervous.

Fuck, what was I saying? This wasn't a date. There was no way it could be a date. No matter how much I wanted it to be a date there was no way in hell it would ever be a date.

I felt like slamming my head against the steering wheel to shut my brain off. Not. A. Date. Gotta get it all sorted out before I make a complete ass of myself. Which is more than likely.

Taking a deep breath I turned the car off and got out, making sure to adjust my dress so I wasn't falling out of it this early in the night. Must keep the goods underwrap until...oh forget it. Not. A. Date.

I raised my hand to knock when the door flew open. My eyes widened and I swear I had an orgasm right there. Fuck, this Not. A. Date was gonna be harder than I thought.

Her skirt was black, and tight, and would not pass the finger tip rule of any high school I'd ever been kicked out of. She wore a white tank that was just on this side of see through, allowing me a slightly obstructed view of those breasts that keep me up at night. I've actually dreamed about them, as pathetic as that sounds; about what it would feel like to grab them, to taste them, to -

"Faith?"

"Huh?" Oh shit.

Buffy waved her hand in front of my face. "Hey space cadet, is it nice where you are?" She smiled that fucking smile, slightly condesending, as though her little jab was the funniest thing on earth. Those warm fuzzies I'd had suddenly vanished, and I wanted to punch her right then, to wipe that smirk off her face. I clenched my fists and remained calm. Love-hate much? At least I wasn't on the brink of jumping her anymore. At least, not right then.

"Anything's better than this joint. You ready?"

"All right, Miss Impatient. Keep your pants on. Let me grab my purse." Buffy turned to go back into the house, and I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked away. Another part of the Goddess B that enthralls me. Damn, can that girl move her hips. I'd love to feel them grind against mine...

I let my hand wander down the front of my thigh to the hem of my dress.

What would her body feel like?

I inched my dress up.

God I'd give anything to be touching that ass, those thighs, to have her mouth on my -

A muffled cough brought me back to the present and to the fact that my hand was half way up my thigh, under my dress. I grinned at B's shocked look. "Thought I had a bug up my dress. You ever get that feeling?" I scratched to back up my story and stood up straighter.

B looked at me warily. "Yeah I guess."

I grabbed her hand, and smiled slyly at her. "C'mon, B. There's some studs out there just waiting for us to use em and discard em." I pulled her out the door and we walked to the car, hand in hand. This Not. A. Date. was going to be the death of me.

...to be continued...