Exodus---Buffy/Faith-Ficlet
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Joss Whedon, or our god.
Rating: Nothing risky in the least in this one
Set: Post=Chosen
EXODUS
Faith's been whittling away at her like a dull blade to a stake,but perhaps, irrationally, there was the belief that with time and patience the virtues laid on her could prove to be true. The only problem in all of this was that love itself wasn't rational and she simply couldn't ignore the way she felt Buffy wasn't ignoring her anymore. There were quiet moments when their gaze held far too long to be reffered to as anything like a platonic exchange, but fell short of them ever falling into eachother and closing the gap that's been an ocean all these years. Buffy occasionally trembled if Faith came too close. The blond would blush in the dark thinking Faith wouldn't notice while sharing a joke, even a none sexual one, just coaxed by the other girl's smile.
The brunette longed for the days where things were simple and all that hatred that punctured sharply through everything was there, always bubbling from below, because that was at least simplistic, but this.... this was torture. She couldn't tell what was what and most of the time, given their past, she felt it was insipid to presume that Buffy felt anything, but indifference to her by now. Faith wanted freedom from the shakles of suspecion from either side. She wasn't keen on anyone picking up what she felt and she certainly hated thinking that Buffy wanted something more if she hadn't.....as she never has.
Faith tried not thinking about Buffy's experience with Satsu and logged it under the heading of "needy" and "experimentation"....though,let it be said, that everytime she had a punching bag in her midst the younger Asian slayer's face appeared.
They had enough grey space. Faith could be cross-country, but anywhere, doing pretty much anything, than here or with her....not right now--not the way things stood.
"B....I gotta go"
"Yeah sure, just because it's your turn to to patrol tonight"....
"No....I mean"....She sighed long and hard.
"I can't do this anymore......."
This being re-strolling dark alley-ways leading to nowhere alone together, being back to back on the field tingling from head to toe, sharing space....just plain living in the same fucking vacinity.
This is when Buffy went quiet. Not saying anything and she just leapt....leapt right into Faith's chest and wrapped her arms around the other's slayer's body like a choke-hold while she sniffled silently.
That's when Faith realized something primal parts of her had ages ago....sometimes the only way to get what you want is to simply stop caring.
Rating: Nothing risky in the least in this one
Set: Post=Chosen
EXODUS
Faith's been whittling away at her like a dull blade to a stake,but perhaps, irrationally, there was the belief that with time and patience the virtues laid on her could prove to be true. The only problem in all of this was that love itself wasn't rational and she simply couldn't ignore the way she felt Buffy wasn't ignoring her anymore. There were quiet moments when their gaze held far too long to be reffered to as anything like a platonic exchange, but fell short of them ever falling into eachother and closing the gap that's been an ocean all these years. Buffy occasionally trembled if Faith came too close. The blond would blush in the dark thinking Faith wouldn't notice while sharing a joke, even a none sexual one, just coaxed by the other girl's smile.
The brunette longed for the days where things were simple and all that hatred that punctured sharply through everything was there, always bubbling from below, because that was at least simplistic, but this.... this was torture. She couldn't tell what was what and most of the time, given their past, she felt it was insipid to presume that Buffy felt anything, but indifference to her by now. Faith wanted freedom from the shakles of suspecion from either side. She wasn't keen on anyone picking up what she felt and she certainly hated thinking that Buffy wanted something more if she hadn't.....as she never has.
Faith tried not thinking about Buffy's experience with Satsu and logged it under the heading of "needy" and "experimentation"....though,let it be said, that everytime she had a punching bag in her midst the younger Asian slayer's face appeared.
They had enough grey space. Faith could be cross-country, but anywhere, doing pretty much anything, than here or with her....not right now--not the way things stood.
"B....I gotta go"
"Yeah sure, just because it's your turn to to patrol tonight"....
"No....I mean"....She sighed long and hard.
"I can't do this anymore......."
This being re-strolling dark alley-ways leading to nowhere alone together, being back to back on the field tingling from head to toe, sharing space....just plain living in the same fucking vacinity.
This is when Buffy went quiet. Not saying anything and she just leapt....leapt right into Faith's chest and wrapped her arms around the other's slayer's body like a choke-hold while she sniffled silently.
That's when Faith realized something primal parts of her had ages ago....sometimes the only way to get what you want is to simply stop caring.