Some Kind of Happiness
by Nikita
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the great and powerful Joss.
Author's Notes: Set somewhere between Amends and Bad Girls.
Faith’s pov.
Buffy smiles at me. Just me. That’s the amazing thing.
The whole Scooby gang is here. The Bronze is packed, the music is loud, and Xander had just made a crack to Buffy about some hot girl. B is smiling at his joke, but she’s looking at me. This, of course, makes me go insane.
I jump up, and walk over to the bar, completely forgetting to ask anyone if they want anything. I vaguely hear Willow say “that was rude” but I don’t stop. I don’t stop because B smiled at me and now I can’t stop grinning. I’m still grinning, in fact, when Angel walks in and over to me.
“Hey Faith.” He says. “Happy?”
The grin disappears as soon as I turn to him. Shrugging, I say “B’s over there.” And point, not really wanting him to be there in the first place, but I’d rather he wasn’t near me. If he stays standing next to me right now, I have the feeling I’ll stake him with anything close to hand. Maybe a pencil, I think, looking around.
Angel nods and heads over to the guys, to Buffy, to HIS Buffy, I think with just a trace of venom. I get myself a (very) large whisky (having cleavage and knowing how to use it helps) and lean back on the bar, watching her. And him. Together.
I have shit timing, that’s my problem. Angel had to come back from Hell the day I get into town, didn’t he? Man, if I’d had just a bit longer without deadboy in the goddamn way....He’s got his arm round her, and she’s leaning into him.... ugh, they’re so fucking cute I think I’m gonna barf. I want to be the one she leans on. I want to be the one she comes to when she needs someone. I want her to be the one to save ME.
Gulping back my drink and ordering another, and another, I don’t notice her coming over until she’s got her arm around my waist. This causes me to jump.
She grins at me. “Not a vampire.” She says happily.
I smirk. “What’s up?” I decide to revel in this momentary happiness where I have her all to myself again. It’s always this way. In a room full of people, music pumping in the background, her boyfriend a few feet away, she has her hand on my body and she’s looking into my eyes and it seems like we’re the only people in the world. This is what I live for, the few seconds where no one else exists.
“Just wondered if you’re OK?” She says, eyeing the row of empty glasses. My eyes follow her stare.
“Sure, B.” I reply. “Just keeping up the image.” Her eyes trail down my body as my fingers point out my clothes. I feel my body tighten under her stare.
I always tell myself not to push it. I know Buffy well enough to get that she needs control. She needs to know that she can say no, or yes, and that it’ll have some meaning. But somehow, I can never stop myself. I have no patience. And there’s never any fun in caution.
“Like what you see?” I grin, loving the blush that rises in her cheeks as she pulls her eyes up to mine. This is always the moment I love, not knowing how far we’re going to go. Sometimes she shoots me down, sometimes she plays along. Added bonus if she plays up to it and deadboy can hear.
Her eyes are still fixed on mine and she hesitates. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Angel frowning at me. This gives me a rush. Hey, I never claimed I wasn’t a bitch.
“I wouldn’t be looking if I didn’t like it.” She throws back.
“Keep looking then. Don’t let me stop you.” I grin.
She moves half a step closer to me and purrs. “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”
I open my mouth to reply, when deadboy steps up, looking worried. “Buffy?” He says. “You ready to go?”
She glances at him and nods. “I guess.” Turning back to me she continues. “Patrol, wanna come?”
I consider it, but shake my head. Bugging deadboy is always fun, but I don’t think I can take watching the two of them together tonight. Especially not when I get the hungry and horny thing going on. “I don’t think it’s such a great plan, B.” I say, pointing to the alcohol. “Gonna see if there’s any cuties around.”
Buffy nods at me, and almost as an afterthought pecks me on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.” She smiles. I just nod, my heart thumping at her contact.
I watch them leave, and I’m left wanting more as usual. Just another moment, just another smile. Or just another kiss. Yeah, that’d be good, I think as I turn to the dance floor to find another distraction. That’d be damn good.