Our Secrets Made
by VixenRaign
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss, UPN, WB, FX, and FOX own Buffy: the Vampire Slayer
and Angel: the Series along with Mutant Enemy and a few other people
I'm sure to forget. I also don't own Michelle Branch (Maverick
records) or t.A.T.u. (Universal records), or their songs. I'm just
using them because they fit so well and I love them.
Spoilers: BtVS, the entire series, and AtS through season 4 (We all
know about the spoilers for AtS season 5, and let's just pretend that
isn't happening, okay?).
Author's Notes: Okay, I know this is kinda twisted, and that it's
totally off the handle, but I can explain: THIS WAS ORIGIONALLY A
DREAM. I dreamed it the first Tuesday when there was no BUFFY to
watch (May 27 2003), and this part of the story I thought up while I
was bussing the three hours drive from Florence to Rome. It's the
Prequel to 'These Secrets Kept'. I hope you all like it as much as
you liked the last one. Also, be gentle with the whole love-scene
thing . . . it's still new to me. ~Vix
Pairings: Faith /Wood, Faith /Buffy, and eventually mention of that
whole Buffy/Spike *disaster*(!) . . . . But this is mostly about
Buffy and Faith and their feelings towards one another, so BE WARNED:
THE IS A SHIP FOR THE U.S.S. FUFFY!
Feedback: YES! I LIVE FOR IT!
= = = (* Forbidden Happiness *) = = =
Faith walked up to the roof of The Academy and placed the key into the lock. Only the original Scoobies had keys to this door, which often caused problems with the other teachers. The brunette *needed* a break! She'd finished a morning Slayer Meditation Class before lunch, and she'd had to call off her Weapons' Class for this afternoon. She just didn't have the energy for it, and it was only Monday afternoon. But this was her reason for going to the roof in the first place; Relaxation . . . and, of course, the good company. Opening the door and walking into the Magical Garden that Willow had created, Faith took in the beautiful View.
Buffy was laying down with her arms tossed over her eyes, knees bent slightly for comfort and thinking. She didn't even hear the roof's lock click.
"Happy thoughts?" Faith's voice called from what must have been a mere few feet away. Buffy smiled and sighed.
"Quite shallow, actually." Her tone was pleasant and light, as though she didn't have a care in the world . . . it was rare to hear her in such form.
"Well, that doesn't explain the Vegetation . . ." Faith drawled, point to the plants around the blonde. Opening her eyes to see what the brunette was talking about cause Buffy to gasp. Willow's garden really was magical. She'd cast a spell on it so that positive thought would make it grow faster. The small lemon shrub they'd planted last week was now about three feet tall. Not only that but the grass had grown to be about seven inches in height. As the blonde ran her hands through the soft green blades, she shook her head slightly. Only Willow, she thought.
"Just enjoying normalcy for once." Came Buffy's giggled reply. Faith nodded and plopped herself down in the now thick grass. Pulling up a hand-full she let it blow away in the wind. This had become a tradition for them; afternoons on the roof. The two remaining Chosen Ones had their early evenings free, while the others had classes to teach or places to be.
"What's there to enjoy?" she asked, only half joking, "I've had little to no action for almost three years, minus my last visit to the `Dale . . . & this hellmouth *sucks* compared to SunnyD." It was a comment that made Buffy's eye fall to the ground again. Which wasn't growing as quickly as it had been a few seconds ago. Faith nodded slowly, looking away and watching the slowly reddening sky darken at the pace of molasses.
"Sorry, didn't mean to poop the party . . ." Buffy chuckled sadly and pulled up her own tuft of grass to release into the wind.
"That's alright." Buffy said slowly, eye focused on the now long-gone blades of grass, "It happened. No good in forgetting it." Faith chuckled again as she watched the blonde run her hands through the grass again.
"Are you sure it was shallow thought you were having? This place is starting to look more like a Jungle than a Tar-Beach." Buffy smiled slightly and nodded. " . . . Or Maybe," Faith said playfully, "'Ole Red's got a thing for you? You know; she thinks 'Fondly' of you, and her garden grows wildly for her favorite Slayer . . . ?" Faith said suggestively. The older woman simply laughed and shook her head.
"I don't think so," the Slayer said slowly, "She's too caught up in her break-up with Kennedy to Hex her garden like that - even if she was." Buffy added quickly. Faith, ever playful and desperate to keep the mood light, looked skeptical.
"You do know that Willow didn't just suddenly wake up one morning and was suddenly attracted to girls, right?" Buffy nodded with a smile, borderline smirk. "And you being her only real female friend for all of high-school . . . not to mention the fact that she had a record for falling for her Best-Buds . . ." Faith extended the last word out, receiving a long pointed look from Buffy in return (which was stern).
"Really Faith, she doesn't see me like that." She said with an ere of finality. Faith nodded, smiling.
"Uh-Huh, `cause you didn't freak out when she told you about Tara, right?" Buffy looked at her suddenly, face unreadable. Faith waved it off as if it was nothing and replied off-handedly. "Dawn told me back in LA. Tara told her, and Willow told Tara shortly after it happened . . . she was worried. You were her best-friend, the *first* person she told, and you Freaked . . . didn't you wonder why she never told Xander, or Giles, or anyone else?" Faith asked quickly. The blonde looked away, sadness and more than a smudge of guilt covering her face. The brunette Slayer had always thought that Buffy's sad face was her most beautiful, but that was before she'd truly seen her smile. Though she thought it gave the older woman a certain degree of mature elegance, she much rather hear her laugh.
"I had wondered . . . though I had always hopped that wasn't why." At this rate the garden would be dead in a matter of minutes, Faith thought, better get back to the Happies.
"But you gotta admit," Faith said slyly, "You got a weird view of Love." Buffy chuckled sadly, and looked to Faith knowingly. "You didn't mind Willow dating a Musician that probably said about 1000 words to her in the entirety of their relationship, but when it's a girl is doesn't matter how much they have in common. Both witches, both shy, both smart, college loving girls . . . you must like people in couples to be *very* different, don't you?" Buffy looked at her slightly confused, but still smiling slightly.
"You know," Faith said, nudging her slightly, "Xander always making jokes to cover-up how he really feels, then Cordy and Anya (both of whom are no longer with us) would say anything and everything about whatever they were thinking or feeling. Giles and Jenny; One very Old-World with his books and Rules, one young with her Magic and Computers. Not to mention you and Angel . . . too many differences to number!" Both girls laughed, and Buffy looked at Faith with a large smile on her face . . . but it didn't reach the sadness in her eyes.
"Oh Faith," she said, laughter calming, "Always talking about stuff you only *think* you understand . . ." Faith just stared right back at her, a look of hurt and confusion on her beautiful face. She knew she'd struck a nerve and now she'd have to deal with the after- blow. The blonde's tone wasn't malicious like it was the last time she said it to the brunette, but rather disappointed; which seemed to make it hurt even more. "I'll admit there are times when opposites attract, but similarities are nice too." Buffy looked off into the distance, focusing on some point that Faith couldn't see.
"What do you mean?" Faith asked slowly, her curiosity overpowering her need to make the blonde smile again for the time being. The blonde blinked and looked down at her feet, bare on the grass.
"Well, I've never seen Willow as happy as she was with Tara . . . they were just so iridescent every time one of them entered a room. I don't think I've ever had that. Where the very sight of someone made a smile come to my face that I just couldn't seem to wipe away. Even with Angel there was always that fear that he was only there to bring the news that there was some great evil of her found the dead- body of one of my friends."
"But you loved him, I thought?" Faith asked quickly.
"I did." The older girl replied quietly, "But it was *so* hard. And the fact that our work was so closely related to our being together . . . it made things very difficult. With Willow and Tara . . . they always seemed to rise above it. Being Scoobies wasn't their life, just what they wanted to be a part of it. I've always wanted to know what that's like." Faith stomach suddenly sank; here was Sunnydale's greatest champion, and she sounded *so* defeated.
"Well, you can do it now." Faith said almost defensively, "You're Slayer And Chief, you have Mini-Slayer-Minions to do all that time consuming foot-work for you. All you have to do now is teach, and lead, and point the way. It's incredible how much these girls look up to you." Faith said happily.
"Yup," Buffy said, almost spacily, "That's all I have to do . . ."
"Well? Why aren't you going out and getting snuggly with some hot- little-Honey? Find some lucky bastard, and squeeze him for all he's worth." Buffy's face fell slightly as she turned sadly towards the brunette.
"Don't you think he'd notice that if as doing all this Teaching, and leading, and pointing? I wish I could find someone that already *knew* . . ."
"Xander's Free," Faith joked, "I doubt he'd turn you down!" Buffy chuckled, and Faith joined her. Looking out at the deep orange sky, Buffy sighed.
"I did freak." She said suddenly, as though all the things said in- between hadn't happened. "But not because of why you'd think." Faith turned towards her, wanting to hear her defense. The blonde smiled slightly, though her tone was sad, and began to explain.
"It was like you'd said," Buffy said, glancing at Faith before her eyes turned back to the horizon, "Willow, I'm sure, didn't just wake up one day attracted to girls . . . she's felt slightly attracted to girls her whole life, she just figured that was normal. But when she met Tara; there was no slightly. *Boom*, attracted. When Tara didn't seem to mind and ever began reciprocating those emotions, Willow realized that there was no getting around her feelings. People don't go to bed straight and wake up the next day with the perfect realization that they're attracted to people of the same sex . . ." Buffy sighed and closed her eyes slowly. As she drew in her next breath, Faith was surprised to hear it was shaky and unsure.
"I know because Willow told me . . . and because the same thing had happened to me." Faith's heart seemed to have stopped beating and was now trying to escape through her throat. She was glad that Buffy still had her eyes closed, because she doubted that the blonde would have taken her shocked expression well. "I was called to Slayerdom at barely 15 . . . I hardly ever liked guy then, but I had the same fluffy-bunny-feelings for girls . . . and that scared me.
"It was shortly after my calling to be The Slayer that I realized some of my feelings were not considered straight by the strictest of standards. People on the cheer-leading team commented on my . . . wondering eyes . . . and that was as great a motivation to leave the team as my Slaying Duty was. When people saw me out of school they avoided me, when I burned down the gym they blamed in on my Raging- Bull-Dyke-Tendencies." Buffy sighed deeply, "When I had to move to Sunnydale I decided that being a Slayer was dividing enough; I didn't need my sexuality pushing me even further from the crowds."
"Wow, B . . ." Faith whispered slowly, not knowing what to say. She and Buffy had gotten to be as close as two people could be, and yet there were still times like this which would make Faith appreciate how far they'd come. She'd never been as close to any one as she'd been with Buffy, even before she'd gone to work for the Mayor, and the fact that the blonde trusted her enough to tell her these things, things she'd never even told Willow even, made Faith realize how much they both had grown. 'Nothing like an apocalypse to bring two people together…' Faith thought ruefully.
"Hey, Ancient History," Buffy said lightly, trying to play it off as nothing, "People are only people, and they have their fears . . . mine was separation. When I first arrived in Sunnydale I was determined to keep my eyes locked firmly onto those of the Male persuasion. And, lucky me, a nice Male hotty caught my attention that first night. Only later, after I had finalized my plans to peruse him and regain my heterosexuality, I had learned he was a Vampire. He was the only guy I had really liked since I'd moved there, and I couldn't go out and find some dope to be my beard. Xander would have taken it as a personal affront if I had reduced him to that, *or* if I'd found anyone else. So, as you can see, I was pretty stuck. Plus; Angel was down-right Sexy." Buffy just shrugged and kept her eyes on the setting sun.
"When he left for LA, and I had to start college, I figured that it'd be safe for me to start experimenting with my sexuality. But the fact that Willow, and Xander, and Giles, not to mention my whole life was still right there with me made me very nervous. And so I decided to go with one more guy. But, he turned out to be a one- night-stand. So, to make me feel better, Willow set me up with a boy I couldn't stand. She did it out of the goodness of her heart, so I figured I'd just wait it out until he dumped me . . ." Buffy chuckled slightly, "I had *NO* idea that would last as long as it did. I was just so afraid of being alone, and he was there, but I didn't love him . . .and he knew it.
"He couldn't handle that I was so strong and dominant, that he wasn't the leader or 'The Pants' in our relationship. He wanted some one that would cry on his shoulder or run to him every time they scrapped their knee. I'd never cry in front of him, and I wasn't one to run away and find someone to fight my battles for me. He just couldn't stand not being needed by someone he loved so much." Buffy glanced at Faith who looked pensive and then down at the now slightly wilted grass. Bowing her head she slowly continued.
"When Willow told me about Tara, I freaked. I lost it . . . and not in a good way. I was angry, and I was upset. And I blamed her for the years of sadness and forced secrecy I'd placed upon myself. I avoided her and Tara for so long because they had what I wanted. They were together and happy, and they weren't afraid. They had placed a bet and took what chances they could face with intolerance. I hated Willow for being only human, and being braver than I; A Slayer. And so, on top of all of that, I was jealous of her . . "
"What about Spike?" Faith regretted it, the moment the sound left her mouth. Her tone had been almost interrogative, and she knew that Buffy hated talking about it.
"Ah, Yes, Spike . . ." She sighed, but her tone wasn't sad and Buffy saw the surprise on the brunette's face. "Don't get me wrong, I wish he hadn't died, but I'm far from heart-broken . . ." The blonde's face had hardened slightly, but it was no longer sad.
"You didn't love him?" Faith asked slowly, as though trying to figure out how one plus one could possibly equal two. Buffy simply stared back at her, a look of slight cheek to her face.
"You're one to comment," she said smartly, "Like you ever loved Xander!" Faith chuckled, and Buffy joined her.
"But still," Faith said slowly, "You've never been like me . . . and they way you two acted, I guess it just seemed like you were." Buffy looked down at her arms, and then took in a deep breath.
"As a Slayer, you know that we don't injure easily." Faith nodded, and Buffy grimaced slightly. "You also know that when we cut our- selves, though we do bleed, we heal quickly and almost never scar . . ." Buffy pinched her eyes shut tight. "Except when you're speaking emotionally." Faith's eyes opened about as wide as they could go, watching Buffy run her fingers over the flesh of her fore- arms. "Fighting, Slaying, wasn't enough pain. The hurt it had caused before to make me forget the Psychological pain I'd experienced before my death wasn't satisfying enough after my resurrection. I needed more, and the cuts and scrapes and broken ribs just didn't mask all the pain anymore. I needed something stronger, a longer lasting ache and scar to sustain my daily appearances." Faith was speechless.
"B, are you saying what I think you're saying . . . ?" the brunette ventured slowly. Opening her eyes, Buffy looked down at her hands and tightened them into fists.
"The only scars that last forever are Emotional ones. You and I both know that Faith, and on a Slayer they can be deadly . . . and that was exactly what I wanted. They kept me preoccupied during the day, and during the night they kept my dreams busy instead of reminding me of the pain of from where I'd been torn. And what better way than to throw my self at the one person I couldn't get rid of and I despised . . . yet was the only one that loved me." Her voice becoming raspy, as though trying not to become emotional. Faith was hanging on her every word; she'd never really seen this dark and hidden side of her older counter-part, and she wanted to.
"I'd convinced myself that only a monster like that could love me, could want me, that it was all I deserved. And Spike supported that idea without any intervention on my part. He told me that all the time. That I belonged with him, there in the dark, hidden away in shadows and undeserved. I used him to do to me what my own hands could not. Leave marks, some visible, some not, and make me see what I really was when I'm alive; Worthless. A Devil's concubine, and worthless to all those for which I'd given my life and had ignored my happiness. And just like before; I was unhappy and alone. The way I'd always been and forced myself to continue to be. Wanted by those I didn't, and alone in a crowd.
"Like *you've* never been so psychologically messed up that you became self-destructive?" Buffy asked dryly. Faith laughed at that, realizing that it had been stupid for her to even open her mouth to ask such a question. Believe it or not, she'd been so completely caught up in Buffy's retelling of Faith's time away that she'd completely forgotten all of that pain of her own.
"Okay, good point. But why would you need all that. Or . . . has all this 'distraction' been going on for longer than you're telling me?" Faith said it gently, but Buffy looked at her as though it was a poorly delivered joke.
"Faith, you know as well as I do that Slayers have always used The Hunt as a form of distraction. I did it during my parent's divorce, when my Mom started dating again, even when Angel and I were having problems. When it's in that form it's healthy and normal, I even asked Giles about it a couple of times . . . but what I was doing with Spike wasn't. As I started to become a little more . . . 'Sane' I started realizing that. I also realized that Spike really had thought he loved me, and that what I was doing to him wasn't right either. What he did in an effort to try and get me back . . that was calculated." She said sadly, and Faith had the sudden urge to resurrect the poor fool that'd attempted to force himself upon the blonde.
"He knew what he was doing?" Faith asked coldly, her voice venomous. Buffy didn't even seem to notice, just kept looking out to the now almost red sky. Both Slayers could feel their bodies prepare for the night; their time.
"Of course he did." Buffy said gently, "He knew that I used him to hurt me. He knew that would scar me irreversibly and leave a stain that couldn't be removed . . . he knew what he was doing, he even told me that later; once he'd gotten his soul." Buffy laughed coldly then, blinking a few times.
"That, however was an accident. He'd not wanted a soul. He'd gone there to get the chip out of his head so he could kill me and I'd be gone from his life forever . . . he'd only worded his request wrong when he'd been asked what he wanted. He asked to give him what he wanted so I could get what I deserved. I needed something with a soul, a champion. That's what I got, and it was right. It was what I needed, but not what I really wanted in order to be happy." Buffy spoke of his death minimal sadness as though remembering a bad year-book photo. It was almost unnerving. What really shocked Faith was that it sounded like, and it was probably true, that Buffy was happier with Spike gone than she would have been with his still around.
"Buffy." Faith said solidly, waiting for those hazel eyes to turn to her. Slowly they did, and as they landed, Faith saw that they were empty. The Slayer is never empty, Faith thought, Especially not Buffy. She'd remembered all the times, fighting or not, she'd looking into the mighty Chosen One's eyes and seen so much Life. Weather it was happiness, sorrow or pain, they were always so expressive. She was tired of this shallow, shut-off look the orbs had held for so long. Over the time the two of them spent together she'd caught glimpses into the heart of the blonde, and she was determined to teach her that she had no need for that hardness anymore. "Come here." Faith almost whispered. At that Buffy's face changed to one of suspicion and un-ease.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly, looking at the short distance between them. Faith raised a hand and waved slightly, indicating that she wanted the girl to come closer. Buffy made a move as if to get up and leave, so Faith had no choice but to act quickly. Reaching out she grabbed the girl and pulled her into an awkward hug, tugging the older woman right into her lap.
"Wha – What are you- Why, what are – what are you- " Buffy floundered, struggling to get out of the hug, but Faith just held her, not letting go. Buffy squirmed, but Faith just held her still; slowly the blonde realized she wasn't going to let go any time soon and clamed. Faith pulled her slightly so that the smaller girl was sitting comfortable in her lap. Letting out a tired sigh, slightly spent from her long day and her fight for Faith-Hug-freedom, Buffy settled somewhat. As she laid her head down on Faith's shoulder, she felt Faith chuckled silently and gently stroke her back.
"Better?" Faith asked, voice so quiet even Buffy had trouble hearing it.
"Than what?" she asked, obviously confused. Faith just laughed, looking forwards towards the horizon that had fascinated Buffy all afternoon. Wrapping her arms around Faith's neck, Buffy too settled in to watch the sun set the rest of the way. Both felt awkward, though both because it didn't feel strange to be sitting here like this, in each-others arms. They'd expected, with all the bad air between them in the past and the fact that both weren't terribly physically affectionate with people they hadn't already been with intimately . . . well, it was just a shock. They hadn't even realized how long they'd been sitting there like that until their private silence had been interrupted.
"Am I interrupting something?" they heard Willow call jokingly. Both turned to look at the source of the intrusion and almost bonked heads in the presses.
"Willow," Buffy said quickly, a smile marring her face. "We were just talking about you . . ." Buffy said slyly, causing Faith to laughed loudly. As the confused redhead looked between the two laughing Slayers, she shook her head. The two Slayers had made a point to have their private afternoons, and she was starting to wonder what they had gotten up to this afternoon; the garden had grown by leaps and bounds. The lemon shrub was a REAL tree now, and there were even a few small baby lemons on it! the whole tar-beach looked like a grassland or meadow.
"Uh, Buffy, you wanted to meet with me?" the redhead said gently. Faith felt the blonde stiffen in her lap, and suddenly get up before Faith could stop her. Dusting off her pants she nodded, and reached a hand out to help the brunette up as well.
"By the way . . ." Willow said slowly, look almost accusing, "Did you two promise a few of the girls a little improv Slaying-Field-Trip? I was talking to one of the girls and she said that she and her friends were busy tonight because she heard about an 'un-posted' night-time activity . . ." The Witch was pissed, and they could tell. Cowering under Willow's Angry Resolve-Face they both looked down at their feet and glanced at one another trying to hide their smiles. Sighing exasperatedly, Willow put a hand over her face.
"I am trying to run a school here, people . . ." she said, sounding tired, "Could you please not get my students killed without informing me first?" They both nodded, and smiled apologetically. Willow was the Dean of Students at the Slayer's academy they'd set up. For lack of a better title for it they'd decided to call it 'Academy di Academia'. Giles was the Dean Of Deans, or the resident head- master, and right now they were running 'Summer School' waiting for their first year in session to start. They offered real schooling, along with Slaying classes.
Xander, for the Summer at least, ran the wood-shop and Metal-shop classes though he was hoping that after his Wolfram & Heart eye- surgery he could get back into construction. Most building companies don't want a foreman that can only see two dimensions. But he'd found a real joy in teaching and was hoping he could work out a schedule that allowed him to do it at least part time. He was also valuable to have around for when they needed repairs done; he was still quite skilled, and the old mansion they'd bought with the Counsel's Money was rather old and did need a bit of work done.
Willow, on the other hand, was head of admissions and taught a large variety of classes. From Computer science to Polytheistic History she was always up to her nose in work to be done. Kennedy was at Cleveland State getting her Major in English while she taught classes around that as a TA. Due to the fact that Kennedy was not only a fellow teacher at the school and yet also a student, both girls had agreed that breaking up would be best. The only problem was Kennedy was taking it a lot better than Willow and the redhead was taking it to heart.
"Oh, Buffy!" Willow said quickly, perking up for a second as she remembered her other reason for finding the Slayers, "Did you want to make that CD still?" Buffy nodded quickly and Faith groaned. Willow looked between them and watched the blonde frown. "What's wrong?"
"Faith, don't give me that!" Buffy said quickly, sounding playfully annoyed. Faith just got up as well and brushed off her jeans as well. Turing to Willow, Buffy explained. "Faith and I agreed to exchange music CDs of our favorite music and although I listened to *HERS*," Buffy said pointedly, "She doesn't want to listen to mine. She's worried she won't like it."
"That's cause I listen to good music, and you probably listen to that touchy-feely-girly-music . . ." Faith said in her defense. Willow just laughed as the blonde turned around to look at her accusingly.
"Good music?!" Buffy yelled, "I couldn't even understand half of it! The first half of it was in German or something, and the other was Kid Rock and rap- which you know I can't stand without wanting to break something!" She yelled, and to her further annoyment, just caused Faith to laugh.
"True; some of it was in German. That was Ramstine, but then there was some Russian in there two," looking past Buffy to look at Willow Faith continued quietly, "I Made her listen to t.A.T.u.," Willow nodded smiling and Faith turned back to a still angry Buffy, "Besides, I only put on the versions that also came in English . . . they were at the end of the CD; didn't you listen to them?" Buffy looked down at her feet and shuffled them slightly.
"I thought you'd just recorded wrong and they were repeats . . . I kinda skipped over them. I'll go back and listen to them now that I know, though." She promised quickly, Faith just laughed and tossed a playful arm over the blonde's shoulder. They both chuckled, and Willow smiled at them.
"Well, if you two could do me the favor of telling the girls that there will be no 'Field-Trip' tonight, I'd be very appreciative." She said dryly, though there was humor underneath. "Besides, there's a storm coming in. I heard it both from the Coven and from the Weather Channel. It's gonna get messy out there tonight, so I'd recommend staying in." Both girls turned quickly back to the horizon they'd stared at for so long, and realized they both hadn't noticed the quickly approaching storm. Looking at each other, Faith nodded off the roof slightly, and Buffy nodded. Willow held in a laugh at how well these two could communicate silently, and waited for them to finish.
"Mecca?" Faith asked quietly. Buffy nodded, and they both smiled. Mecca was the name of the Club where Faith worked and lived. She was a bartender and bouncer, and she had her studio-apartment above it. It was the perfect thing for her too; teacher of Slayers by day, bouncer/mixer by night along with Slaying. Also, she got the job and apartment by saving the building owner's life one night while patrolling. Faith loved that apartment, and it had sound-proofed floors so the noise didn't bother her at all. Not to mention that the only other woman who lived on the floor got along with Buffy really well so it gave her an excuse to have the blonde over a lot.
"Uh, Buffy?" Willow said gently, once again regaining the blonde's attention, "You and I had plans to go over?" Willow said slowly, voice quiet. Faith was about to ask what about, but then realized it was probably school politics that she didn't want to get mixed up in. Buffy walked out of Faith's embrace just as she felt the first drops of rain fall on her face. The two older Scoobies walked down the stairs as Faith took a final look around. Glancing at the two small bare-patches where the girls had sat, she took in how much they stood out from the rest of the garden. It's grown by leaps and bounds, and Faith realized they had that potential too. Some forgiveness, some positive thinking, and their relationship could flourish too.
Taking one last look at the setting sun and the darkened clouds, Faith made her way down the stairs slowly. As she ascended, she was stopped at each floor by her students and was forced to tell them that there was no trip tonight. They all asked when the next one would be, and she simply had to shake her head. Once she'd finally made it to the second floor, she started walking towards Willow's Office where she was sure the two would be. As she raised her hand to knock, to ask when the two Slayers should meet up to go Dancing, she heard a strange snippet of conversation . . .
"Have you told her yet?" Willow asked. Faith heard the distinct sound of Buffy sighing, and there was a rustle, presumably from someone shaking their head.
"No, and I don't plan to either. There are some things that I think Faith is better off not knowing."
"You trust her, don't you?" Willow asked quickly. Before the words were out of the redhead's mouth Buffy responded.
"Of Course I do!" she said quickly, "It's not even a question of that . . . I just think she's happier this way. Ignorance is bliss and all that . . ." The blonde said slowly. Faith walked away quickly, wondering what she possibly didn't know. Buffy and Willow were keeping something from her, and tonight she was not only going to have fun, she was going to find out what Buffy's secret was . . . even if she had to spill her own in return.
= = = (* That's My Girl *) = = =
Buffy jogged out of the shower in an effort to get to her cell-phone before it stopped ringing. Desperately trying to hold her towel on, she held the phone against her shoulder.
"Hello?" She asked breathlessly.
[Hey B.] Faith chuckled, [You out for a jog?] Buffy sighed, though a smile marred her sweet face.
"Not exactly . . ." the blonde drawled, "I hopped out of the shower to get the phone. Even still, when the cell-phone rings, my Slayer- Anti-Apocalypse instincts go off."
[Sorry about setting the Spidey-Senses off,] Faith laughed, [I just called to arrange the Hows-Whens-Wheres of our meeting up tonight.] Buffy chuckled tiredly as she sat down on her bed.
"Well, why don't I just head over and meet you inside?" Buffy asked. Faith started chuckling herself . . . to the point where Buffy took the phone away from her ear to look at it.
[What about dinner?] Faith asked between her laughter.
"What *about* dinner?" Buffy asked back playfully.
[If there isn't food involved in this outing, you're going to have one very cranky Slayer on your hands.] She shot back, still chortling, trying to sound threatening as well. It didn't work. Buffy opened her closet and started looking at her clothes, deep in thought.
"Alright then, dinners on me. We can go to the TarPit, I know you love that place."
[Alright, plans achieved . . . but what about you and me meeting up? Gimme the when and where.]
"How about 30 or 40 minutes, give or take?" Buffy asked, pulling out some clothes and putting them on the bed.
[There might be a small problem with that B . . .]
"Like what?" the blonde asked quickly, just as she heard a knock at her door. "Oh, Faith, hang on for a second okay?" she asked into the receiver, "I'm Coming!" She yelled towards the door.
[Alright B.] Faith laughed. Buffy ran to the door, still holding her towel up, praying it wasn't one of her students.
"Willow, can you give me the print-outs lat- " Buffy stopped as she opened the door, seeing that it was – indeed – not Willow on the other side. "Faith?!" Buffy chuckled. The brunette smirked and simply clicked her cell-phone off as she leaned against the doorframe.
"Faith, what are you doing here?" The blonde laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. She did this partly to look smart, but mostly because the terry-cloth had started to droop.
"Hey, how was I supposed to know that you're so high maintenance?" Faith defended quickly. "I sorta figured you'd be good to go when I just showed up." Buffy blushed as she shot a half-scowl towards the brunette. Waving the girl in, she stepped back.
"Just give me a second to get dressed and do the hair and make-up thing, then we can feed you." Buffy bent down to pick her boots and Faith didn't even pretend not to look at the blonde's cute butt.
Before Faith had even really appreciated the soft curves of the aforementioned back-side, the towel hit the flow and she got a real view. Damn, Faith thought, if only she wasn't wearing those panties! They were black, cotton ones, and they looked damn good against that tanned Californian skin. They're very B, Faith thought amusedly, when it comes to being 'Bad' she can talk the talk, and walk the walk, but she'll never step over the line.
"Are you wet?" the blonde's question completely caught Faith off guard. Shaking her head slightly, she had to take a second in wondering if she'd heard Buffy correctly.
"Huh?" Faith asked back, slightly worried that she'd been caught. Standing up and pulling on a halter-top, Buffy glanced at Faith over her shoulder.
"Are you wet? I was just wondering if you'd been caught in the rain . . . I was thinking of wearing my leather pants, but I don't want to ruin them if it's already started to pour." Faith smiled slightly and shook her head.
"I doubt it'll rain for a little while longer. Besides, you're taking a cab back from Mecca, right?" Buffy laughed, and nodded; pulling a pair of tight, low-rise leathers over her legs. The black of the pants off-set the shimmering silver of her top, which Faith noticed was slightly tighter than most of her other shirts. And Faith would know, she paid very close attention to Buffy's shirts. Blushing at that last thought, she stood up and stretched. Buffy walked into her little bathroom and started putting on her make-up, talking to Faith all the while.
"Who's the bouncer tonight?" the blonde asked, putting on her eye- liner.
"Charlie." Faith replied stoically, coming up behind her, and checking her own make-up. "He's a total sucker for cute little girls though. He'll let them in even when their fake IDs are glaringly obvious." Buffy chuckled, and started putting on her lip- gloss. Faith was transfixed for a moment, then remembered how easy she could be caught looking at her in the mirror.
"Hey, as long as he doesn't get caught, and no one gets hurt, then it's okay by me." Buffy quickly brushed out her hair, and Faith simply shook her head. For some reason, she liked watching Buffy make herself up. She knew the blonde didn't need it; she thought the little Slayer looked sexiest just after training when she was slightly mussed and sweaty from sparring.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Faith agreed, looking away and walking back into the next room, followed shortly by Buffy. "Besides, he always calls them cabs when they leave and makes sure they take them. He's a pretty decent guy." Buffy chuckled and grabbed her coat as she headed for the door.
"Don't let Wood hear you talking like that," Buffy laughed, "You know how jealous he gets, especially about you."
"Yeah, yeah yeah," Faith drawled as they made their way out of Buffy's room and descended from the Staff Housing Floor. "It's starting to cramp my style. Besides, there's a line between Boy- friend and Stalker. Does he know that?" Faith chuckled, and Buffy did too. She knew Faith was only kidding.
"You get used to it." Buffy said reassuringly as they waved down a cab. "Besides, you'll be shocked at how much you'll miss it once it's gone."
Later that night, after they'd finished their dinner, the two girls made their way to the start of the long queue in front of Mecca. The place was getting popular and fast. They'd had a mention in some People-type-magazine and now Mecca was the place to be. Buffy and Faith walked past all the other waiting people; the brunette with a smirk quite reminiscent of her older more Evilly inclined self, and the blonde with her eyes cast down, trying not to smile.
"Hey Chuck!" Faith called, knowing that Charlie hated being called that, but let Faith because he liked her too much. "What's the happening?" she asked as she and Buffy came to stand right next to him. He smiled and gave her a hug.
"Things are nuts!" he said over the noise from the club and the chatting patrons in line. "Pixie's on DJ-Mixing tonight, so there's a great turn-out. Not to mention that Lexy's training the new girl at the bar so things are moving slow over by the drink tables!" Faith laughed and Buffy simply nodded, having no idea who they were talking about. "Is this that girl you're tellin' me about?" he asked, Buffy turned to look at Faith, who blushed, though only for a second.
"Yeah, Chuck, you know B!" Faith said happily, "You're only met her about three times!" She laughed and Buffy shook his hand firmly. He smiled even wider, and looked to Faith again.
"I can see why you like her!" he laughed. Faith nodded, and took the blonde's hand as she dragged her through the door again.
"What have you been saying about me?" Buffy called loudly over the booming music. Faith shook her head and smiled.
"Don't worry, B!" she spoke into the Chosen One's ear. "Nothing that isn't on your Arrest File!" Buffy shoved her playfully and Faith grabbed a small table near the dance floor. Placing their jackets down on the chairs, they looked around. The place was jumping, and they were ready to have some fun.
"Hey B!" Faith yelled slightly, "Why don't you watch the table, I'mma go get us some drinks and find out if they need any extra help tonight!" Just as the brunette started to walk away she felt a hand on her arm. It was Buffy's.
"Faith!" She called, a sad smile on her face, "This was supposed to be our night of careless fun!" she chuckled, "Promise me you won't ditch me unless this place goes into a Code-Red?" Faith laughed and nodded. Shoving Buffy down into one of the seats, Faith made her way over to the Bar. The new girl, Pegzy, was in the shits. People were yelling their orders at her from left and right, and she wasn't getting a single one of them.
"Lexy! You two doing alright?" Faith called, ducking under the bar. The tall woman with a spiked collar and black hair turned to look at her with relief.
"Thank god you're here!" The older woman called, "Help me with these customers!" She pleaded. Faith threw her arm around the woman's shoulder, and chuckled.
"You *know* I don't have my liquor license, and on top of that, you *know* that tonight is my night off." Lexy nodded sadly and watched as Pegzy dropped three bottles of beer. The black-haired woman shook her head and sighed angrily. As she turned back to the other customers and started taking their impatient orders, she glanced back at Faith, who was popping bottle-caps off of beers and handing them to the people who's already paid.
"So where's this girl you were telling me about?" Lexy called back over her shoulder. "She's here, isn't she?" Faith nodded, and tapped her shoulder. Lexy leaned against her as she pointed through the crowd do where Buffy was sitting, dancing in her seat and scoping the scene. The older woman chuckled and went back to her orders. "I can see why you like her," she said laughingly. Faith simply shook her head, wondering why people always said that.
"Yeah, she's a cutie, that's for sure." Faith laughed and excused herself, heading for the stage. Pixie, and yes that was her real name unfortunately, was mixing it up. Faith said a quick hello and asked how things were going. They talked for all of two minutes, and then Faith saw that Buffy had left the table. Waving and heading back over to where she'd last seen the blonde, Faith looked around. She took in the dance floor near the table, but found no body matching the one she wanted. Slowly, she felt a hand slide over her shoulder.
"What say you and I get out there?" came a familiar voice, purring in her ear. Faith smiled, and placed a hand over the one attached to her. As they made their way out into the mass, Faith started dancing. The brunette always loved to dance, and she was good at it. It was an escape; and it usually ended for the better. It was how she'd first caught the eye of Buffy and the Scooby-Gang. When she'd been down to LA to kill Angel, it allowed her to forget all about Sunnydale and the shit she'd caused there. She'd had a clean slate to dirty up without the blonde's knowledge. Also; Bronzing it before their battle with the first . . . it'd felt good. Even if it was eventually the reason the Mini-Slayers voted her in charge resulting in the deaths of three potentials.
The music was good tonight. Pixie had a talent for good fast beats that people could really get into, and mix them well enough so that there was little to know recognition of where one song stopped and one began. Mecca was very much *not* like the Bronze, but it was exactly what Faith wanted; and to have Buffy holding her hand and dancing with her . . . what more could a former convict want? The two slayers danced nearly an hour, and then headed back to their table. After waving down a waitress who also seemed to be new, they ordered their drinks.
"Hey Newby!" Faith called, almost rudely, "Tell Pegzy over at the bar that if she sends a bottle of Jack out to Faith, I won't tell Jim about her breaking the lock into the store-room." Faith smiled as the girl walked off, and turned to Buffy. The blonde seemed a bit surprised, but tried to hide it. "Don't tell me I have to finish off this bottle by myself?" She asked skeptically. Buffy smirked at her through the corner of her eyes and shook her head.
"You know I hate drinking, Faith . . ." Buffy drawled. It was true; Buffy hated drinking . . . but she didn't mind getting drunk. It was how they'd first started bonding way back after the fall of Sunnydale. They'd dropped off all the little girls at the LA County Hospital along with Wood who was placed in intensive care. When the Scoobies had tried to get Buffy to seek Medical attention as well, she'd refused. Although Faith had legitimately freaked when she'd witnessed Buffy get run-through, she offered to patch the blonde up herself. So she did; at the Hyperion, in fact.
Faith had used Fred's Med-Kit to the extent of its abilities, depleting almost everything in it. The brunette had never bothered with medical attention before, excluding the time she was in a coma, so she was completely lost. She did know how to sew though, so she managed to stitch up Buffy pretty well . . . except for the fact that Buffy was constantly hissing because it hurt. To get the blonde to 'shut-up' she'd given her a good dose of Lorne's brandy and also used it to sterilize the wound later when they ran out of Ethyl Alcohol. That's how it started; Buffy in a slight haze asked where Faith'd learned to sew. Chuckling, she said she'd picked it up as a kid for when she had to darn her clothes. She also told the blonde that she'd learned quilt-making in prison as well. From there bonding came pretty easy, even if Buffy was sober.
"Come on!" Faith joked as their order arrived at the table. "Just a bit of `Ole Tennessee #7 Whiskey, and you'll be set for a night full of non-Slaying Slayer-Fun." The brunette took the two double-shot glasses and filled until they were nearly over-flowing. Raising the small glass slightly, Faith smiled at her friend, and waited for the blonde to - reluctantly - do the same. "To the last original Chosen One!" Faith saluted, and knocked the drink back, tweaking only slightly. Buffy smirked, and leaned forward a bit.
"To the Chosen Two; together at last." With that she swallowed the whole thing in one gulp and placed it rim-down on the table. Faith's eyes widened, and she poured them both another round. They continued on like this for a while, but they didn't get very drunk. Due to the Slayers' fast metabolism, and their resistance to foreign toxins in their body, it would probably take the entire bottle to get them completely drunk. They toasted almost everything they could think of; Caleb, may he rest in pieces; Giles, and his new head- mastery-ness; even Xander's eye-socket, may it be welcoming and accepting to its new eye.
"Man!" Faith yelled, after watching Buffy take what seemed like her 10th shot, "I thought you said you hated to drink?" Both girls chuckled, starting to get a bit tipsy. Buffy poured them both another shot each, and then she got up.
"Come on, one for the road!" Buffy laughed, knocking back her drink, and then shimmying back onto the dance floor. Faith quickly downed her own, and then tried to catch up with the blonde. Damn, Faith thought, I lost her! She had. The little Slayer had scurried off before the brunette could follow, and now she was lost in that sea of bodies, a drift in the undulating crowd.
After a few minutes and some dancing through the mass of people in order to find her counter-part, her eyes fell on Buffy. She was dancing up a small storm, with several guys dancing nearby. Faith growled under the music, and slowly approached her. Slipping between the male on-lookers, Faith wrapped a slow and smooth hand around the smaller girl's stomach. Glaring at the now slightly confused boys, she hoped that Buffy didn't push her away and make an ass out of her. To her surprise, Buffy reached back and wrapped an arm around her neck.
"There you are." She smiled up at her. Faith smirked at the men, still staring, as they realized their closeness.
"This goes out to two girls I saw walking in," came Pixie's voice over the speakers, "And who I'm sure will be walking out together . . ." Faith chuckled as she caught the pink-haired-DJ's eye, and held Buffy a little closer.
"Hey B," Faith whispered into the blonde's ear, "Get a load of this song; you'll finally get to hear T.a.t.U. in English." Buffy chuckled and heard the beat of the song change gracefully to something lively and new.
"Hansom, Tender, Soft, Why do you look right through me, Thinking, "No", I can't deny my feelings, Growing strong, I try to keep believing, Dreaming on, And every time I see you, I crave more, I wanna pull you closer Closer, Closer, Closer, But you leave me feeling frozen,"
As both girls danced, Faith couldn't help but think of the irony in the words. As the blonde's hands stayed looped around her neck, Faith held her by her hips, making them sway together to the music. The on-lookers suddenly dropped away as she watched Buffy close her eyes and sink into the feeling of the brunette's hands guiding her body.
"My Chickie, My Chickie, I can be, All you need, Won't you please, Stay with me, My Chickie, My Chickie, Apologies, might-have-been's, My Chickie, My Chickie, Can't erase what I feel, My Chickie, My Chickie,"
Buffy took one of Faith's hands from around her waist and clasped it in one of her own. Holding them above their heads, she pressed back into the younger woman sensually. She watches Buffy slowly crouched down, and slowly came back up, all the while her firm butt swaying against the Dark Slayer's legs. Faith shuddered, and quickly spun the blonde around, forcing them to come face to face. Faith was breathless and flushed, as was her partner. She saw the hazel eyes flicker down and land on her dark lips, but their dancing never stopped.
"Choking, Back emotion, I try to keep on hoping, For a way; A reason for us both to, Come in, Close, I long for me to hold you, Like your boyfriend… does, And though my dream is, Slowly Fading, I wanna be the object, Object, Object, Object, Of your passion but It's hopeless…"
As the music changed slightly, Faith's own eyes flickered to the soft pink petals that made up Buffy's mouth. Licking her lips, the brunette leaned in, and ever so slowly kissed the True Slayer. The dance-floor melted away and all Faith could hear was the music and the thump of Buffy's heart against the hand she had at the blonde's neck to steady the kiss. Time stopped, and it felt as though something mystical was surging between their bodies.
"My Chickie, My Chickie, I can be, All you need, Won't you please, Stay with me, My Chickie, My Chickie, Apologies, might-have-been's, My Chickie, My Chickie, Can't erase what I feel, My Chickie, My Chickie"
Breaking away from their heated and sensual kiss, Buffy blinked slowly, and Faith looked both shocked and worried about her actions. Buffy's eyes widened, and she quickly turned to run from the club. She didn't get far. Faith still had a hold on her hand, and quickly spun her back into her arms, wrapping her up in a tight embrace, and kissing her passionately. This time, when they broke away, running was the last think Buffy wanted to do.
As the next song started, Faith was only vaguely aware that it was also a T.a.t.U. song; the familiar lyrics of 'Show Me Love' both driving her and giving her conviction. Leading Buffy to the back hall, kissing all the way, and into the elevator she doubted that the blonde even realized they'd left the club. As the slow moving freighter made its way up to Faith's floor, the brunette pressed the impassioned blonde against the back wall and ravaged that pouting mouth of the True Slayer.
"Faith" Buffy moaned breathlessly, grasping the younger girl to her with disparity. Faith smiled into her kisses, and slipped a hand around to the Buffy's back. As she walked them through the door backwards and fumbling, she tugged blindly at the strings that made up the woman's shirt. Giving a tipsy giggle, Buffy reached down and simply pulled it off, tossing it onto a near-by chair. Faith couldn't help the large smile that came to her face at the blonde's sudden willingness. Grabbing the older woman around the hips she invited her to wrap her legs around her waist. She did, and quite eagerly.
The brunette pressed her partner's back up against one of the support pillars and began attacking her neck. She remembered, as they danced, the way her bite-mark caught the dim light of the club. It called to her, mocking her; undeniable evidence that at some time she'd belonged to another. True, it seemed like a lifetime ago, and in fact it actually was for Buffy, but it enraged Faith. It was true also that Angel was now one of her dearest friends, but that didn't mean she wasn't jealous of him still.
With her lips attached firmly to the blonde's neck, and hands gently tickling her back with gentle scratches, Faith was eliciting the most delicious reactions from Buffy. She was mewling and purring, arching her back against the cold metal pillar. She ran her hands through the brunette's dark tresses, gently gathering handfuls of the dark velvet and took in slow shaky breaths. Faith could feel her arousal growing with each gentle sound and every gasped breath. Taking her lips away for a moment to admire her work, she smiled at the red mark covering the once pale scar.
"Don't stop!" Buffy pleaded, eyes closed, and hands still running in the brunette's hair. Faith smiled and ran her hands up the blonde's back once again. Hands searching for the blonde's bra strap, it took her a few seconds to realize the older woman hadn't been wearing one. This realization made Faith's mind freeze for a moment. Pulling away further to get a better view of her new prize, her eyes opened in surprise. Well then, she thought, definitely worth the wait! Smirking, the younger girl leaned down and took a hardened nipple between her teeth and sucked on it gently. A high-pitched squeal was emitted from the blonde, and Faith smiled around the hardened nub between her lips.
Grasping her tightly again Faith guided them towards the bed in the corner. As she gently placed the blonde upon it, she never stopped her gentle sucking. As the younger felt her shirt being listed off of her back she couldn't help but moan. The very idea that she was doing this, with Buffy, the temptress and tease of her eye, made her shudder with anticipation. As soon as the fabric passed over her head and she reached down to resume her ministrations, she suddenly felt Buffy's hand on either side of her face. Pulling Faith up to her, the blonde planted a solid, slow, and passionate kiss on the deep red lips of her counter-part. Both pulled away panting, resting their foreheads together.
"Let me get your pants." Faith breathed out, her warm breath mingling between their heated faces before she scooted down to undo the snap on the other girl's pants. As she pulled the zipper down slowly, she watched as Buffy arched off the bed, listing that cute behind she'd admired only hours ago, so she could pull the tight leather down her legs. Smiling, genuinely smiling, Faith pulled them all the way down to the blonde's ankles . . . before she realized the other still had her shoes on. Letting out a short and embarrassed chuckle, Faith started trying to untie the odd straps off the older woman's shoes. The laugh catching Buffy attention, she looked up to see what was funny. Seeing Faith have trouble with her shoes she laughed too.
"Here, let me help you . . ." reaching down she quickly pulled the shoes off, and kicked the pants off after. Catching Faith's eyes before she looked away, smiling self-consciously, Buffy smiled. "Faith." Buffy stated simply, in a quiet whisper. Placing a palm on either cheek, she forced the brunette to look at her again. Closing her eyes, Buffy kissed the brunette's nose, then her lips, then her chin, down to her neck as her pulled her back up the bed. Reaching around her back, the blonde undid the clasp on the black-silk bra and languidly slipped it down the soft olive shoulders. Kissing along the girl's collar bone, to the now bare shoulders, the blonde purred, and Faith was captivated. So beautiful, she thought, I had no idea how beautiful . . .
"Please, don't stop." The blonde whispered. Faith didn't need any more encouragement than that. Looping her thumbs into the elastic of the blonde's panties, she quickly slipped them off and tossed them over the side of her bed. Smirking at the small shiver she felt run through her fellow slayer at the action, Faith couldn't help the feeling of power that passed through her. Wrapping an arm around the small of her back and gently touching her face with the other Faith watched as Buffy's breathing became labored and quick.
"B, look at me . . ." No response, just trembling knees beneath her. "Buffy, please, I want to see your eyes . . . I want you to see me." At that they slowly opened, and Faith could see they were collecting with tears. Realizing that the older woman was slightly scared, Faith kissed her slowly. Slowly, gently, carefully and meticulously, Faith felt her partner calm and regain her confidence. "I'll be gentle . . . I Promise." The blonde simply nodded, closing her eyes and willing her tears back. Quickly disposing of her own pants, Faith kissed that small little button nose, then the cheeks, then her closed eyes.
"Buffy . . ." was all Faith could think so say as her eyes caught the soft, pink lips of the other girl. Leaning down she kissed those lips, unable to look at them for any longer without claiming them as her own. She felt Buffy gasp and shudder beneath her, but she knew what to do. Reaching down, she ran a hand gently up her side, warming the exposed skin, tickling her ribs. It was slow, comforting, and got the blonde's breathing into a calmer rhythm. Gently slipping a leg between Buffy's, Faith ran her hand down the blonde's stomach, circling her belly-button with her index finger, and then down into the valley between her hips. Letting the pad of her thumb smooth out the line that her low-rise leathers left behind, Faith slowly let her hand drift lower between their bodies down to the blonde's soaked core.
"Oh!" Came Buffy's panted exclamation as Faith slowly entered her. She was slow, trying to be as gentle as possible, and yet Buffy had her eyes pinched shut as though it was hurting her. Kissing her forehead lightly, whispering to her quietly, Buffy nodded. Faith never stopped, adding the pressure of her leg behind her hand as well. Buffy moaned profoundly, and thrashed her head from side to side. Leaning down, the brunette kissed her deeply. "Faith? Faith?" Buffy called out, almost as if she were afraid that the girl wouldn't be there if she opened her eyes. Her grip on the brunette's arm tightened, then loosened, then back again, fluctuating by the second.
"I'm right here Buffy." She whispered to her, running her thumb over the blonde's clit, "I'm right here. Open your eyes, Baby, I'm right here." She said kissing her cheeks, nose, and eyelids all the while. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Buffy's eyes opened; meeting the flushed and heated face of her Sister-Slayer. Speeding up at the light she saw shining in the blonde's eyes, Faith smiled and kissed the older woman passionately, running her tongue across those puffed and pouted lips connected to her own. As the younger girl sped her pace Buffy's voice grew ever louder and high in pitch.
Faith gripped the blonde's leg between her own and placed her own clit against the True Slayer's hipbone. As the blonde bucked with pleasure, her own grew. As she watched the beauty beneath her moan and writhe in passion, she couldn't help the feeling that came over her. Need. All consuming, all encompassing; Primal. Need to please Buffy, need to please her self, but more than that. More than pleasure and passion and release. To connect, to feel the boundaries of their bodies fade and slip away until they slid into each other and became the single entity that the universe had meant them to be. Slayer; One, and Only. The way things should have been years ago.
"FAITH!" Buffy cried out, voice tired and desperate. Her body gave one final heave; back arching completely off the bed, toes curling, fingernails gripping the flesh of the brunette's forearm. But Faith didn't feel it. She was too caught up in her own release, brought upon her with the knowledge that could give it to Buffy. That, and fact that their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle; made to come together. As she continued her gentle strokes, drawing out her lover's passion, Faith panted. 'Buffy . . . Buffy . . . Buffy . . .' repeatedly. The only noise that passed her cherry-red lips as she found her own satisfaction, moaned in a whisper and mumbled into the silken blonde tresses gather at the neck her face was buried in.
Both exhausted, both completely and totally exhausted, their bodies flopped and became limp as rag-dolls. Al traces of Slayer-strength gone, all stamina and resistance and endurance talked about in reverence through the history of Chosen Ones vanished like a puff of smoke in the wind. The last thought running through Faith's head as she quickly fell into unconsciousness was 'Only a Slayer . . .'
Many hours later, in the pre-twilight hours of the morning, Buffy awoke. Blinking her eyes a few times, she tried to collect her bearings. Her sleep addled brain determined that this was indeed a place she knew, and it was – in fact – Faith's apartment. But what am I doing here, she wondered. Blinking her now focused eyes; she realized what had woken her up. She had to pee. Reaching to pull back the covers and find the bathroom, she realized a few things. She was naked, she was in Faith's bed, and said Slayer was laying atop her with a knee in her crotch. Well, she thought as she tried to work through the shock her brain was now it, I guess that explains the need to use the restroom so badly. Pulling back the covers, she watched as Faith flinched from the cool draft and rolled over in her sleep, seeking refuge in the section of bed still sheeted.
Stepping onto the cold floor, Buffy looked around. Her clothes were strune about mixed along with Faith's. On the desk chair, however, was a bathrobe. Quickly slipping it on, she silently paddled to the toilet. As she washed her hands after relieving herself, she looked into the mirror. Her hair was a bit of a mess, her cheeks were flushed, but she noticed something. She was smiling. She hadn't even noticed that she had been. It usually took a lot of effort to make her smile, and here had been grinning all the while without even knowing it. She also noticed that it grew with that realization. Drying her hands and flicking of the bathroom light, Buffy leaned on the doorway, gazing at Faith as she slept curled in her bed.
Wow, this has been some night, Buffy thought to herself. Thinking back to the past event of the evening, she couldn't help but blush. The dancing, the drinking, the kissing, and then the . . . well, Buffy didn't know what she'd call it. Incredible is a word that comes to mind, the older woman thought back to their sexual endeavor. Buffy's never been with a woman before, and to be honest she was glad that it was Faith who'd been the one. Chuckling at that last thought, Buffy walked back over to the bed where the brunette lay snuggled under the sheets. She gently ran the backs of her fingers along the soft cheeks. She barely even stirred as the blonde observed her, and ran her hand through her hair.
Catching the time illuminated on the clock on her counter-part's night stand which read 5:13, Buffy couldn't help but worry. What would tomorrow bring, she wondered, will she remember? Will she regret it, will she be angry, will she tell the Scoobies? All the ideas and worried ran around in circles within the blonde's skull, until another object on the nightstand caught her attention. It was a photograph, one that had been taken on the first open day of Academy di Academia. The entire gang was there.
All the potentials that were new to the program stood on the higher stairs in the back, the ones that had survived Sunnydale on the next step down, in front of them stood Dawn, Xander, Wood, Andrew, with Giles and Willow on either end to show their positions of importance. In front of them still was the entire Fang-Gang, who'd flown out for the opening. Even Angel was in it, an umbrella held above his smiling self. They'd had to use digital so that he'd show up. This was the picture that hung in the entryway in the school, one that would be remembered as the First Class. But that wasn't what caught Buffy's eye. Now, it was the two people standing front and center of the frame. A short blonde girl and a leather clad brunette beauty with her arm thrown across her partner's shoulders. Buffy and Faith, holding up a little paper sign that read 'Chosen'.
Buffy couldn't help but smile at the sight of this. She'd had a copy too; it was framed and hanging in her room back at the school. Running her fingers over the smooth surface of the glass, Buffy grinned. Lifting the covers and crawling back under them quickly, she spooned herself around Faith. Reaching down and quickly disposing of the robe once again, she settled in. but just as she rested her head on the brunette's shoulder, and just as she was starting to consider the possibilities of a sunny tomorrow, her eyes caught a new picture. The one tapped to the side of Faith's nightstand. The picture of a smiling Wood.
...to be continued...