As yet untitled Buffy/Faith interlude - PG13?
This is an experiment to see if I can accomplish decent Buffy/Faith interaction. I'm interested in anyone's thoughts about whether I should give writing Faith/Buffy *for real* a go in the future.
Pairing: Faith/Buffy, pre-shippy
Disclaimer: All Joss's, blah blah
Rating: PG13 for flirting
Summary: Set a few months post-Chosen in some nebulous place where the Scooby gang et al have camped out. Just flirting. Slayer style.
Warning: I'm a little mean to Kennedy in this and while I usually stay away from any character bashing, this amused me.
*****
Faith was smoking on the porch.
When exactly did she start doing that? Probably in prison, no doubt.
Buffy stared at the other Slayer’s back semi-pensively as if she couldn’t decide whether to stay inside with the kiddies or go outside for some Big Girl Slayer time. Yeah, and when exactly did we become the grown ups? Buffy blinked and rubbed her eyes.
Without turning around Faith aimed a final spurt of smoke upwards into the night sky and stubbed out the butt on the heel of her boot.
“You gonna stand there all night, or sit down and stay awhile?”
Buffy jumped slightly, startled from her own inner monologue.
“Oh! Sorry. I just have a lot of things on my mind,” Buffy said as she sidled wearily over to where Faith was sprawled out on the steps.
Faith laughed that rough, gurgling laugh of hers, the one that came with extra dimples on the side.
“When the fuck don’t you have a lot on your mind, B?”
Buffy smiled and treated her companion to the famous Summers eye roll.
“Yeah, yeah. Point taken.”
Faith smiled back and lightly pushed Buffy’s shoulder. “Shit, Buffy. You outta chill some, girl. I figure we got the world saved for at least a few more months after that mongaloid apocalypse back in Sunnydale. Or what used to be Sunnydale.”
Buffy leaned to the side in exaggerated response to Faith’s playful swat and replied, “All right, fine. What should we talk about then? Girly stuff? Gossip?”
Faith leaned in conspiratorially before lighting up another smoke. “Oooh, I’ve got some of that for ya. Apparently your girl Willow and Bitchalicious are even more broken up than usual.”
Buffy sat up a little more prim and proper. Instinctively she replied, “Don’t call Kennedy that. It’s…it’s…”
“…true?” Faith rejoined.
Buffy’s shoulders relaxed. A slight giggle erupted before she sighed. “Um, yeah. I was trying to be good. You know, be forgiving girl and all that.”
“All right, B. You do that. I’ll be the bitchy one for both of us, ‘K?”
Buffy looked like she was about to protest but then she looked up and Faith had her locked in an eyebrow raised gaze paired with another one of those half grin/half smirk things.
It felt good. This comraderie or whatever they had going. Buffy decided not to break the bubble.
“So how do you know it’s really over between the two of them?”
“Well, I saw Wonder Witch macking on some guy at the bar last night. She didn’t seem to have Ms. Whiny on the brain to me.”
“Oh.” Buffy was silent for a few long moments.
“So, what does that mean? Does that mean Willow’s like, not gay anymore or something?” As soon as she said it, Buffy realized just how ridiculous her last question sounded and she blushed. Faith was smiling at her indulgently. Why was it that after all this time, Faith could still make her feel naïve and goody two shoes?
Faith shrugged. “Looked to me like Will was having a good time, no more, no less.”
“Huh.”
More silence except for the rhythmic breathy sounds of Faith puffing on her cigarette.
“Faith?”
“Yeah, B?”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Buffy’s voice was kinda quieter than she wished that it would be.
Faith smiled again, looking especially cocky and knowing-about-things-ish.
“Have you, Buff?”
“I asked you first.” Buffy jutted her chin out. She was going for haughty but had a feeling that she might be achieving bratty at best.
Faith shrugged, poked out her second cigarette and locked eyes with Buffy in a way that made Buffy’s insides shiver. What was up with that?
“Yeah, B. I’ve kissed some girls.” As she said this, Faith’s lower lip dropped down a bit, displaying some shiny white teeth and a hint of pink tongue.
Buffy blinked again. This conversation was definitely getting weird.
Faith leaned back against the porch railing.
“Yep, I’ve shown some ladies a real good time,” Faith said, slapping one denim clad knee for emphasis.
Buffy looked down to where Faith’s hand rested on her knee and then back up. Faith’s tone was teasing yet friendly but Buffy still felt like the innocent in the situation. Which was so not right, ‘cause - Hey! Serious sex with not one but two vampires. How’s that for kink?
Buffy’s insides flipped over once again and she snarked back, “OK, TMI much?”
“Hey, you asked.”
“True.”
More silence.
Pairing: Faith/Buffy, pre-shippy
Disclaimer: All Joss's, blah blah
Rating: PG13 for flirting
Summary: Set a few months post-Chosen in some nebulous place where the Scooby gang et al have camped out. Just flirting. Slayer style.
Warning: I'm a little mean to Kennedy in this and while I usually stay away from any character bashing, this amused me.
*****
Faith was smoking on the porch.
When exactly did she start doing that? Probably in prison, no doubt.
Buffy stared at the other Slayer’s back semi-pensively as if she couldn’t decide whether to stay inside with the kiddies or go outside for some Big Girl Slayer time. Yeah, and when exactly did we become the grown ups? Buffy blinked and rubbed her eyes.
Without turning around Faith aimed a final spurt of smoke upwards into the night sky and stubbed out the butt on the heel of her boot.
“You gonna stand there all night, or sit down and stay awhile?”
Buffy jumped slightly, startled from her own inner monologue.
“Oh! Sorry. I just have a lot of things on my mind,” Buffy said as she sidled wearily over to where Faith was sprawled out on the steps.
Faith laughed that rough, gurgling laugh of hers, the one that came with extra dimples on the side.
“When the fuck don’t you have a lot on your mind, B?”
Buffy smiled and treated her companion to the famous Summers eye roll.
“Yeah, yeah. Point taken.”
Faith smiled back and lightly pushed Buffy’s shoulder. “Shit, Buffy. You outta chill some, girl. I figure we got the world saved for at least a few more months after that mongaloid apocalypse back in Sunnydale. Or what used to be Sunnydale.”
Buffy leaned to the side in exaggerated response to Faith’s playful swat and replied, “All right, fine. What should we talk about then? Girly stuff? Gossip?”
Faith leaned in conspiratorially before lighting up another smoke. “Oooh, I’ve got some of that for ya. Apparently your girl Willow and Bitchalicious are even more broken up than usual.”
Buffy sat up a little more prim and proper. Instinctively she replied, “Don’t call Kennedy that. It’s…it’s…”
“…true?” Faith rejoined.
Buffy’s shoulders relaxed. A slight giggle erupted before she sighed. “Um, yeah. I was trying to be good. You know, be forgiving girl and all that.”
“All right, B. You do that. I’ll be the bitchy one for both of us, ‘K?”
Buffy looked like she was about to protest but then she looked up and Faith had her locked in an eyebrow raised gaze paired with another one of those half grin/half smirk things.
It felt good. This comraderie or whatever they had going. Buffy decided not to break the bubble.
“So how do you know it’s really over between the two of them?”
“Well, I saw Wonder Witch macking on some guy at the bar last night. She didn’t seem to have Ms. Whiny on the brain to me.”
“Oh.” Buffy was silent for a few long moments.
“So, what does that mean? Does that mean Willow’s like, not gay anymore or something?” As soon as she said it, Buffy realized just how ridiculous her last question sounded and she blushed. Faith was smiling at her indulgently. Why was it that after all this time, Faith could still make her feel naïve and goody two shoes?
Faith shrugged. “Looked to me like Will was having a good time, no more, no less.”
“Huh.”
More silence except for the rhythmic breathy sounds of Faith puffing on her cigarette.
“Faith?”
“Yeah, B?”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Buffy’s voice was kinda quieter than she wished that it would be.
Faith smiled again, looking especially cocky and knowing-about-things-ish.
“Have you, Buff?”
“I asked you first.” Buffy jutted her chin out. She was going for haughty but had a feeling that she might be achieving bratty at best.
Faith shrugged, poked out her second cigarette and locked eyes with Buffy in a way that made Buffy’s insides shiver. What was up with that?
“Yeah, B. I’ve kissed some girls.” As she said this, Faith’s lower lip dropped down a bit, displaying some shiny white teeth and a hint of pink tongue.
Buffy blinked again. This conversation was definitely getting weird.
Faith leaned back against the porch railing.
“Yep, I’ve shown some ladies a real good time,” Faith said, slapping one denim clad knee for emphasis.
Buffy looked down to where Faith’s hand rested on her knee and then back up. Faith’s tone was teasing yet friendly but Buffy still felt like the innocent in the situation. Which was so not right, ‘cause - Hey! Serious sex with not one but two vampires. How’s that for kink?
Buffy’s insides flipped over once again and she snarked back, “OK, TMI much?”
“Hey, you asked.”
“True.”
More silence.