Frail
by Xavier
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Buffy:tVS belonged to Joss W. Lyric of 'Frail' belonged to Finch. I just borrowed them for entertainment purposes.
Note: Just because, I don't know... I just wanted to use the lyric I guess... I don't think it'll be a long story.. but you never know.
'I kiss the sun in your eyes love unveiled, I can't deny'
Sound of thick, heavy soles of boots hitting the pavement in quick succession as their owner ran down the quiet street of downtown Sunnydale. It was a late afternoon, but there was still bright and sunny outside, like it always was in Sunny Hell, California.
Tonight was important to her, and she needed to hurry it up to get to where she wanted to go and still have time to go back to her motel room and get her stuff.
Faith finally arrived at her destination. Standing in front of the place for a moment, the dark slayer put her hand into her back pocket of her faded blue jeans, secured that she didn't lose the wade of cash she had earn, the brunette pushed the door open.
The bell above the door sounded so loud in the quiet, and rather deserted antique store. The old man behind the counter looked up as she stepped inside; he gave her a small smile. By now Faith was a familiar sight in the store.
For the past four weeks she had been by at least twice every week, looking at one thing.
An antique silver cross on a whispered fine chain.
She had spotted it first time over a month ago while walking aimlessly through downtown Sunnydale on one of those days when she had nothing else to do other than waiting for the night to fall so she could go on patrol with her sister slayer.
Buffy Summers.
It was around the same time as today. She was just walking down the street looking into the window from shop to shop, observing the good and blissfully ignorant citizens of Sunnydale enjoying their afternoon shopping. Faith walked by so many stores that day. Like today, that day she was set apart from everyone else that was going about their business --it was as if she was from another world, which would not be too far from the truth .. from how she dressed to her choice of color, with her steel toe boots, black tank top, black jeans.
The clothing was just hers.
She didn't feel the need to be among them, be one of them, didn't feel the need to go inside the store, to be seen as a part of them, mingling about with the rest of the world, looking at merchandizes.
Not that she would have the money to buy anything anyway.
But then she came to a stop at the antique store..this very one that she was standing in front of right now-- something she never thought she would see in Sunnydale, and she felt the urge to inside, to look around. Thinking that maybe she could find some old, antique weapon or something along that line to look at.
Instead she found a silver chain with cross laid among other silver jewelry in a blue velvet lining of a display case. And from the moment she saw it, she knew she had to get it.
Only that it wasn't for herself.
Faith could never imagine wearing something that looked so delicate. No, it was for someone else.
A certain green eye blonde.
She had asked for it to be put away for now, that she would come back and get it when she had the money. The older gentleman who had talked to her agreed, but only for a little while. Faith came back over and over again, so that he wouldn't decide to sell it to the next person that walked in.
Finally she had enough money, and she was going to pick it up.
It so happened that the blonde had broken her own silver chain a few nights ago while patrolling.
It had been a busy night, new vamp popping up left and right and they both were busily trying to dust them all. By the end all that was left was the two of them in the midst of cloud of dust that once were vampires. Somehow one or several of them had tucked the chain of the older slayer's out of her neck, not even Buffy knew how it happen, only that it wasn't on her neck anymore afterward.
They couldn't find it, even though both of them were on hands and knees crawling all over the dirt looking for it.
Faith remembered how sad the blonde looked, and she wanted to give her something that would make her smile.
It seemed like fate for her to find that cross in this tiny antique store that she could've just walked by without giving it a second thought weeks before.
But Faith didn't believe in fate.
Not really.
'Cause she just wasn't like that.
"You're back." The middle age man smiled at her, as she approached. He had become familiar with her face ever since she stopped in several weeks ago. The teenage girl was not his usual type of costumer, he would normally see older, mostly ladies coming in looking for some antique furniture and such.
This girl seemed to only be looking at one thing, and he kept close eye on her, till she asked for him to hold a silver cross for her until she came back and got it. He had been a bit reluctant, but agreed.
There was just something in her eyes.
"Yeah, and I got the money." Faith pulled out the wade of cash and slapped it down on the counter top, and then she slide it over. She already counted it, made sure that it was the right amount. She just wanted to get what she came for and leave as quickly as possible.
The dark slayer watched the money being counted and put away before a velvet box being placed in front of her shortly after. Opening it, the brunette lifted the fine sterling silver chain up to her inspection. Not that she thought it would look any different than the last time she looked at it.
The fine chain glint in the sunlight as she held it up, the cross dangling from it. For a moment dark brown eyes observed the way the light hitting and reflecting off of the fine details of it. Smiling and feeling a bit like a five year old with a new toy, Faith put it back into the box then turning on her heels, giving the barest attention to the shop's owner, now that she got what she wanted. The brunette tossed a thank you over her shoulder as she ran out.
Within seconds the store was empty again, as if she had never been there.
'Be not warned watch and fall.'
The dark slayer made it back to her motel room with just enough time for her to grab a few things and stuffed them into her duffle bag to be brought over to the Summers' house. They were just some oversize t-shirt and boxer shorts that she would sleep in tonight. Pulling on her favorite leather jacket, Faith shrugged to get the leather to settle over her shoulder then she picked up the box that contained her purchase and tucked it securely into the pocket over her chest.
With a glance Faith looked over to the digital clock on her nightstand, the red glowing number told her that she had exactly ten minutes to get to 1630 Revello Drive. Throwing the mostly empty duffle over her shoulder, the dark slayer left the room and raced down the street with every intention of making it across town in that ten minutes allotment that she had.
The dark slayer paid no attention to the other people that were out in their yards as she ran by them, trying to make the best time she possibly could, pulling the duffle closer to her as she did so. Summers' house came into her view and Faith slowed down, and eventually came to a quick walk.
As she approached the front door the brunette tucked at the hem of her jacket then ran a hand over the bulge of her pocket, where the small jewelry box resided. Running her fingers through her hair, the dark slayer made sure that she did not look disheveled and allowed time for her breathing to even out.
Faith didn't want to appear nervous or over eager to be here.
Taking last deep breath, she lifted up a hand to knock.
Twice.
She let out a deep breath that she had been holding and leaned back on her heels as she dropped the bag by her feet. Nervous, Faith ran her hand through her hair and tucked at her jacket, feeling a lump in her pocket. Her slayer hearing picked up the sound of soft footsteps from the inside and the tingle in her spine telling her that the other slayer was just inside.
The door open and Buffy appeared in the doorway with a smile.
"Hey, B." The brunette said with a small smile that she could not help but allowed it to appear on her face.
The blonde was dressed.
"Hey, come in." The tiny blonde stepped aside, allowing the younger girl to enter the house. "Mom is finishing up the dinner right now."
The blonde slayer was in a dress -- surprisingly enough, seeing how they were going to go slaying afterward, dresses were never a good choice of an outfit for kicking the undead asses .. it was white and had flower printed on it, the material hugged the tiny blonde's figure beautifully, a slight contrast to her beautiful, tanned skin.
With her blonde hair down brushing her shoulder, barely there make up on her face, red lips smiling..
'Mesmerize..'
Faith felt herself caught, watching the nearly dying light shone on the older slayer, Buffy looked as if she was glowing, late afternoon sunlight casting reddish hue on her angelic face. Blond hair glowed like halo.
The dark slayer thought that she had never seen anything or anyone so beautiful.
"Faith?" When she didn't make any move to go inside, the tiny blonde called her name, wondering of the reason.
And that unidentifiable look on her face.
The tiny blonde had seen that look increasingly often in the past month. And her curiosity was piqued. Faith was like a giant jigsaw puzzle that she wanted to put together. There would be enough time, she hoped, to get to know the younger girl.
And she so wanted that.
Wanted to get to know the person behind all that sex talk and bravado that the younger girl exuded, and that was the reason why she asked her to spend the night after their patrol together so they can get to know each other. When she first asked, she saw that very same expression on her face just as now.
And for whatever reason, Buffy wanted to know what it all meant.
But right now, they had to go inside; it wouldn't do to spend the entire night standing like this. Her mother would start to wonder where they went.
With her name being called out seemed to pull Faith back from wherever she was.
The brunette gave a small smile and entered the house. Behind her, following closely was her host.
'Close your eyes and begin to breathe"
"Mom!" The tiny blonde called out to her mother as they entering the kitchen.
Joyce Summers was tossing the neatly sliced vegetable into the bowl when the girls came inside. She had heard the doorbell and the footsteps as her only daughter ran out to answer it, though, she already knew who was at the door. She looked up from her task and gave her houseguest a warm motherly smile.
"Hello Faith."
The dark slayer ducked her head a little, smiling back .. the tiniest of smile that had Joyce not been looking she would've missed entirely.
"Ah, hi Mrs. S." Faith greeted.
She liked Joyce Summers, the oldest Summers woman had been so good to her, when everyone else could care less whether she live or die. She often wished that her mother was more like Joyce; her life would've certainly been a hell of a lot easier.
What was it they say.. if wishes were horses, we'd all be riding? Faith felt like laughing at that thought, hell, I'd probably have the whole damn herd of them..
Unconsciously she patted the upper part of her leather jacket, where she could feel the lump, to assure herself that it was still there. She was going to give it to Buffy tonight, though, the how part of it was still a bit of a mystery. The entire four weeks that she had been looking at it, her only concern was to buy it and then she'd give it to the older slayer.
But now that she had it in her pocket. She wasn't sure how.
Or what Buffy would say.
"All right girls, dinner's ready." Mrs. Summers announced at last.
Yes!
'Something's coming over me'
".. You know and when the guinea pigs were missing from the lab he had to call me up to the office and accused me of having something to do with it. I mean I was in my chem class, he coulda check the attendant sheets, Mr. Robinson coulda tell him I was there, no evident whatsoever that it was my fault. I swear that little man of a Gnome had it in for me.."
"B?" Faith interrupted the tiny girl as they strolled down the Restfield Cemetery, the third of this night.
Buffy had changed from her white, flower dress into a pair of faded jeans and a black sweater just before they left the house, a gray, zipped up hoodie and white sneakers were thrown onto the ensemble, making a more practical slaying outfit than her original outfit for the evening.
The blonde was in her usual babbling mode at the moment, she was talking about school, her classes and the principle, Snyder. The blonde and the tiny, Gnome-look alike, little man had this love hate relationship .. but without the love part .. going on, that was Faith figured out from the many babbling speeches her older counterpart liked to go into.
Buffy stopped mid sentence and turned to look at her strangely quiet partner tonight. The tiny slayer wondered what was going on in that pretty head of hers. For over four weeks now, Faith had been absent from the library, especially during the day. When the brunette would just hang out there, even though she wasn't a student.
And Buffy wanted to ask if something was wrong, but she didn't know how.
Faith usually had this invisible ten foot wall between her and the rest of the world, so closed off, and she was afraid that a wrong thing would just made her put up even a thicker and higher wall.
She wanted to tell the younger girl that they could talk, if something was bothering her, after all, they were the chosen two. But she knew so little about Faith, even when they spent so much time together. The younger girl had been pretty tight lipped about her own history, actually she was pretty closed off in just about everything, that she couldn't even think of trying to predict her reaction.
Buffy wanted to tell her though, that she cared.
All her talking and babbling was a result of trying to get the younger girl into the talking mode, so here she was, talking about everything under the sun, hoping that the dialogue would somehow be open.
And now it seemed that her strategy might be working.
"Yeah?"
"Um.." Faith faltered slightly, hand tucked inside her jacket, for the umpteenth time tonight, the older slayer noticed. "I.. did you find your cross?" She cringed and almost bit her tongue off at the lame question, when she already knew the answer.
Buffy blinked once at the randomness of it, and then the question itself. The younger slayer was there when they lost it, and they spent hours on their hands and knees together on the cold hard ground of the graveyard looking for the broken necklace and the cross.
But nothing.
She even went back during the day and looked for it herself, still nothing.
It was gone.
'Lost to find and a soul to keep'
The blonde had been upset, it was a gift from Angel to her, when they first met, when she didn't even like him, thinking that he was a stalker. Now they weren't together anymore, but still.
When she was with her first serious boyfriend and thought that their happiness would last forever, in that way that only a naive teenage girl could be. When she lived in a bubble of her own, and no one and nothing could take it all away. When love was forever, and they would never be apart.
But when the bubble busted..
Things changed since then, but she had the cross, something that marked the beginning of their relationship..
It had been like a reminder of a better time.
"Um.. no Faith, and unless I've fallen into an alternate reality that night, you were right there with me." She scrunched up her nose.
"No. I mean.. I just wanna make sure.." The brunette pulled her hand out and in her grip was a small jewelry box. Then she thrust it quickly into the smaller hands. "I got this for you.." And just as quickly she pulled back and put both her hands deep into her jeans pockets.
The older slayer looking at the younger girl for a moment, Faith looked like an abashed teenager, giving a gift to her crush, the brunette was looking at her own steel toed boots, hands in her pockets, her long, dark hair fell forward to cover half of her face.
It was adorable.
"Thanks." She smiled warmly at the younger girl when she saw dark brown eyes peeked through the thick lashes. Then she turned the velvet box over in her hands before opening it to see what was inside.
"Faith.." Buffy breathed, looking the content of the box, the moonlight provided her with just enough to see the finely crafted details of the fine, silver chain, and the ornate cross that hung from it.
"You were so upset about that cross and I saw this in an antique store and I thought.. I mean, who woulda thought that there's a place like antique store in SunnyD and with the owner that old? But then, you mom has an art gallery so it's not that weird come to think about it and I.." She stopped herself. "I thought I'd replace it for you, but I can bring it back if you don't like it." The dark slayer finally said as she noticed the lack of respond to any of her idiotic babbling.
The blonde was touched, even more so than when Faith got down on her hands and knees and helped looking for the broken necklace for hours that night, after all, she didn't really have to help, it was clearly a lost cause, even the older slayer knew it after the first hour.
She only tried to look that hard because Angel had given it to her.
With a blur of blond hair and gray sweatshirt, Buffy threw both arms around her sister slayer, surprising herself as well as Faith in the process. She gave the younger girl a firm hug and thanked her for being so thoughtful.
''cause you love me'
"No problem," Faith spoke softly, almost too soft to be heard.
The older slayer thought she felt a kiss to her temple, but she couldn't be sure. They broke apart after a long moment, looking at each other, each started to say something, but their slayer senses kicked in.
They were having incomings.
Two vamps approaching.
"Hello girls." One of them called out, seeing the two standing there. "Whatcha doing out so late?"
"Yeah, shouldn't you be home right now? Tiny things like you." The other one chimed in. "Want us to walk you home?"
Clearly, they did not notice that the two girls didn't seem to phase at all from their evil presences.
"Tiny?!" Buffy exclaimed, outrage.
Tucking the box into the pocket of her jeans, to be sure that it would not fall out during the incoming fight, she pulled out a stake.
"Who are you calling tiny?!"
Before she could actually leap in though, the brunette was already on top of one of them, catching them off guard and onto the cold hard ground with a flying sidekick, then she proceeded to beat his face in, punching him, until he stopped moving before pulling out her stake and finished him off.
Faith was almost oblivious to the surrounding, till the vamp turned to dust and her hearing picked up another fight from somewhere behind her.
The older slayer was engaging in a banter with the remaining vamp, whom, at the moment, didn't feel as brave and cocky as when they first showed up anymore. Checking that her older counterpart had everything in hand, she stepped back and watched. Ready to step in and help, if the blonde needed it.
But the blonde didn't need the help, instead she engaged in some verbal sparring with her undead opponent while exchanging blows with him. She eventually got tired of playing and went forward with a stake, within seconds there was nothing but dust, and she was brushing herself off as the dust started to settle, then she walked back to where the younger girl was waiting.
"Really, the tiny remark is getting old, they need to get some new material." The older slayer mumbled, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout when she reached the brunette who was leaning against the headstone, watching her.
Faith just laughed.
And Buffy laughed with her.
Faith followed her sister slayer into the house, closing the door behind her. Joyce was probably long asleep, and the entire house was quiet. It was already eleven, and she knew that Buffy usually finished patrolling earlier than this, especially on a slow night, unless there was any pending apocalyptic event. She had no doubt that Mrs. S. was probably waiting up for her only daughter to come home every night, worrying about her safety.
Apparently not this night, when there was strength in number because there were two slayers instead of just one.
Just as she had commented to them once when Faith was first introduced to her the day after she arrived in this town.
"You hungry?" Buffy asked, walking through the dining room, heading toward the kitchen, navigated deftly in the almost completely dark house.
"Starved." The brunette replied entering the kitchen behind the tiny blonde slayer, trying to be quiet.
Hopping up on the counter top, and she immediately got a glare from the older slayer, which she grinned and let it roll off of her back, unperturbed.
Buffy rolled her eyes and open the fridge, looking for the left over from their dinner, what little that there was, since Faith was with them and generally the younger girl never leave anything unfinished, glancing back at the culprit in question, she wondered where the brunette kept all that she ate.
Faith liked to say that it was slayer's metabolism, but they both were slayers and the blonde had never eaten as much as she did.
Pulling out the leftover she stuck the plate into the microwave and set up the timer.
All the way back from their patrol, they didn't talk about the silver cross that the younger slayer had given to her. It was almost as if Faith was afraid to bring up the subject that was being interrupted by the two rather rude undeads that had the audacity to show up while they were having their moment.
When was the last time she saw Faith with that adorable expression on her face?
Never.
When would she be able to again?
Probably never.
And the blonde wanted to go back and gather up the ashes, had Willow resurrected them, staked them and then pour their ashes all down the sewer just for that.
Tucking a hand into her pocket, where the velvet box that contained her gift rest safely inside, she wondered if the gift was more than just a gift because Faith felt bad for her loosing the cross that night, and Buffy decided that it was probably the reason, after all, the younger girl didn't know the significant of the lost cross.
The brunette had no idea that the silver cross she had lost was a gift from Angel, Buffy had never brought it up.
Angel was a story of a past.
She loved him, but it was all over, there was no way for her to bring back the days when they were so in love that the whole world fell away when they were together. No those days are long gone.
It used to hurt a lot more with that mere thoughts, but not anymore.
And the tiny blonde wondered if it had anything to do with this amazing, dark hair, cocky, gorgeous, younger slayer that was sitting on the top of her kitchen counter right now.
Her friend, her partner, her other half.
Her dark half.
Who was kicking her legs back and forth and humming a tune that was unrecognizable to anyone but herself.
The microwave gave out a few beeping noise to let the two know that the food was warm and ready for consuming.
Hopping down from the countertop, Faith made her short way over to where the older slayer was, and took the plate that was offered to her. Giving Buffy a bright smile, the younger girl dove into her post slaying meal with the same enthusiastic as she did with slaying.
The tiny blonde watched her younger counterpart for a moment before starting on her own, much smaller portion.
Afterward they were standing side by side, rinsing the plate out and stuffed them into the dishwasher to be run the next day with additional dirty dishes and other silverware.
They got ready for bed then, quickly and quietly.
'I give this one on bended knee'
"Faith."
The brunette was bouncing up and down on the queen size bed, dressing in her tank top and shorts after a quick washing up and brushing teeth, Buffy on the other hand had taken a better part of thirty minutes, despite saying that she would not be long.
Faith had been amazed at the amount of stuff in the bathroom. All sorts of lotions, and creams and cleanser, matching label of shampoo and conditioner, and the cosmetic.. She honestly believed that the blonde wouldn't need to ever buy any of those things for years to come.
For herself, she only needed to wash her face, cleaning it off with just normal cleanser, once and she was all set and done for the night, besides the quick shower, couldn't imagine spending that much time in the bathroom in the first place. Not that she had ever had a bathroom that nice and clean as Buffy's, which didn't promote her spending time in it with the fear of germs.
Especially, when she couldn't turn around without seeing stain of something.
She looked at the tiny blonde, one brow raised in questioning at her name being uttered.
"'Sup, B?"
"Thank you," Buffy held up the cross and the silver chain.
"Yeah.. you're welcome." A blush crept up on pale cheeks. "Figured you'd like it, so.."
"Will you help me put it on?"
Faith gave her a look that said 'now?' but she got up from where she was sitting and crossed the short distance between herself and the older slayer to help her put it on.
The dark slayer carefully reached around the blonde and pulled the whispered fine chain across her throat and fastened it around her neck, the cross dangling slightly above the beginning of her cleavage. Faith took the time to commit the details to her memory. Buffy was dressed ..just as she expected the blonde to dress, in her cute pajamas..in flannel pajamas with pink piggy printed all over it, and the younger girl thought she looked adorable.
With the tips of her fingers she lingered for only a heartbeat, then Faith stepped back, allowing the older slayer to look at herself in the vanity mirror, while she was watching. Small, delicate looking hand reached up, touching the cross, then sliding over to the whispered fine chain.
A small smile came on Buffy's beautiful face.
And Faith felt her heart catch.
Swallowing hard, she stepped away, allowing the older slayer to look at herself, and hiding her own reaction that had Buffy only looked up from her own reflection and onto Faith's she would've seen. She went back to the queen size bed and flopped down on her back, before picking up Mr. Gordo and tossed him in the air.
"Looks good on you." The younger slayer commented softly, not looking away from the pink stuffed piggy that she was tossing around.
Buffy turned and smiled brilliantly at the younger girl, and then she bounced over to the bed.
"So.. what side do you want?"
"Huh?" Caught Mr. Gordo as he landed on her chest, the brunette turned with a question, not sure what was being asked of her.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Buffy elaborated, gesturing at the span of mattress they occupied.
"You choose; it's your bed." The younger slayer shrugged.
'A price to pay please wait for me'
"Then move over." Buffy nudged her slightly. "And stop tossing Mr. Gordo. I don't want him to get motion sickness."
Faith stuck out a tongue at her but put down the pink fuzzy thing she was playing with. "You're so fucking weird." She mumbled just loud enough then slip underneath the cover and pulled it over her head as the pink fuzzy stuffed animal smacked her head.
'A trial by fire'
Something was tickling her nose..
Wrinkled her nose a little, trying to get whatever that was tickling it to move away, so she could get back to sleep. It didn't seem to work. The light was shining a little too bright onto her face and she wondered why would there be any light shining into the room when she always kept the heavy, dark color curtain close at all time.
Being a slayer made her hour different from most people, especially people in Sunnydale.
And that meant she would be sleeping when most people were awake and out.
A hand on her stomach...
Dark eyes flew open as she felt a hand that was not hers resting lightly on her stomach moved. Someone was in the bed with her, who?
As soon as her brain came back from the land of Nod her eyes swept around the room, the girlie stuff animals, the white wall, the poster... this wasn't her motel room. Tensing up, the body beside her shifted and the familiar scent hit her nostrils and Faith relaxed.
This was Buffy's room.
She spent the night at the Summers' home.
So, that would make the person that used me as a pillow Buffy!
The thought almost made her jump, but she restrained herself. As far as she could tell from the even breathing, the older slayer was still fast asleep, and all she could feel was awe. Awe at the feel of that soft, perfect body pressing against her own, awe at how delicate Buffy felt in her arms.
Awe that she was here now, feeling this.
Shit, I'm starting to sound like a sap!
The dark hair girl held her breath when she felt the petite blonde in her arms move, she prayed that Buffy would not wake up before she could figure out how to get out of the position that they were in. After all, she didn't know what the blonde slayer would think of herself being in Faith's arms.
It didn't look good.
The blonde might think that she took advantage of her, especially, when Faith had been ditching out all those flirting and double entendre ever since the first time they met. Anyone with two eyes and half a brain would know that the brunette was interested.
'A setting sun'
But when she thought about it, Buffy didn't seem to notice. Which wasn't that surprising, seeing how the tiny blonde had been preoccupied with things, mostly involved broody, demon with soul kind of thing.
Angel.
Faith knew he was around, but she never really see him. Not that she would want to, after all, he was a vampire, she would sooner stake him than let him get close enough, although there were a few times while they were out patrolling that she could feel a vamp following them, just close enough but not too close. She was sure that Buffy must've felt it too, but the blonde never said anything about it.
That might have been Angel.
Speaking of Angel..
Buffy looked very much like one right now, all sleeping and cuddling..
The green eye popped open and peeled up at her.
The dark slayer braced herself for the surprise and flinch that would definite come, followed closely by awkward apology and tense breakfast.
'A love I've won'
Buffy smiled up at her. "Morning." Her voice heavy with sleep, but cheerful. The petite blonde looked completely happy to be waking up to her.
"Morning," Faith felt her throat catch, she cleared it lightly.
"How's your sleep?" The legendary slayer rubbed her eye sleepily, still not moving away.
"Pretty good." The cockiness returned to her a little and she grinned down, "you're comfy."
"Ummmm..." The blonde nodded.
'Inside I wait..'
The brunette open her mouth to say something, but then she closed it, deciding that if the petite blonde wanted to snuggle, then she was going to oblige, not that it was such a hardship on her part. Although if anyone ask, she would've told them that she would never be caught dead snuggling with anyone or anything.
But for Buffy, she'd make an exception.
Smiling to herself, the younger slayer settled back.
Buffy sighed happily and snuggled deeper into the younger girl's arms. This felt good, she felt content; she couldn't remember the last time she felt that way. It had been such a trying time for her, everything was so complicated and as much as she wished it otherwise things seemed to get more and more complicate as the time went on. Right now though, if she closed her eyes tight enough she could pretend.
For a little while.
Shifting her position slightly, the petite blonde felt delicate chain rolled on her skin, and the cross pressed into her chest.
The feel of that simple object against her skin brought smile to her face.
It was such a sweet gesture from the tough girl that she had known.
"Thank you."
Looking down at the blonde snuggling in her arms, the dark slayer lifted one brow up at the smiling green eyes looking at her.
"It's not big deal, B." The tough girl said slowly, trying to will that blush that she felt creeping up her neck away. "Looks good on you though."
Buffy Anne Summers smiled.
"Not just for the cross, F." The blush on Faith's face hadn't escaped her, and the smile on her face gotten wider. The expression was adorable, Faith was adorable, the word she had never thought she would use in association with the dark hair girl, her partner in slayage, but right now, it was fitting.
"Oh."
Before the conversation could go any further Mrs. Summers voice called from downstairs for breakfast broke up their line of thoughts.
"Coming, Mom!" Buffy called out and rolled off of the bed.
Faith watched her, or mostly her cute butt moving away. Then her eyes traveled upward to meet the green ones that shooting her a look, as if to ask what she was still doing in bed. Surely if there was a call for food, Faith would be the first to jump at it, but right now, the dark slayer seemed content in just laying there, watching..
Buffy blushed slightly when she realized what Faith was watching.
"Coming?" She asked.
"Yeah." Faith rolled out of bed, landing on her feet and caught up with her by the door.
Buffy reached out and took her partner's hand as they made their way down the stairs, deciding that losing that old cross was the beginning of a good thing, had she not lost it, she wouldn't have seen this side of Faith, she wouldn't know what was staring right in front of her face.
And now that she knew, she wouldn't let it slip away.
"So," the blonde started. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day? You wanna just hang out with me?"
"Sure." Faith tried to make her tone sound non-committed, but failed miserably, but from the smile she received it was all worth it.
And for the first time she didn't feel like all the good things would just leave her behind. She felt like they had just stepped into a new phase of their relationship. And all good things in her life right now was going to last.
With Buffy, it had to.
'I kiss the sun in your eyes
Love unveiled I can't deny
Be not warned watch and fall
Mesmerize..'