Roses Are Red, Faith Is Blue (Challenge)
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Title: Roses Are Red, Faith Is Blue
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Faith, Buffy
Emotion: Creative
Rating: R
Spoilers: Takes place during season 3, pre 'Bad Girls'.
Summary: Valentine's Day has arrived, and Faith is feeling completely lost.
Faith looked at the card in her hands in total despair before tossing it onto her mattress and rubbing her eyes. She'd been staring at the damn thing for over an hour, trying to imagine just what in the fuck she'd write in it. "Should've gotten one of the cards with the shit already written inside. All I'd have to do is sign the thing," she muttered to herself.
That had been her plan, actually. Just walk into the drug-store, grab a simple-but-sweet card and leave. All she'd have to do is write the 'Dear Buffy' and sign it '-Faith'. Maybe she'd sign it 'Love, Faith'. Or maybe not. 'Love' was a strong word, and she never used it. Well, except for when she talked about how she loved slaying, or loved a big, juicy burger after a good slay, or how she loved a nice, mind-blowing orgasm after all of that. But the romantic, mushy, sentimental-love? Fuck no.
But Buffy was into that mushy, girly bullshit, and so the card had to convey that, too. Well, without Faith actually saying (or writing) anything. But every card she looked at was overly romantic or poetic. Way too sappy for Faith's comfort. All 'my love', and 'my sweetheart'. Although, if Faith was completely honest with herself (and she was nowhere near ready to be), she'd admit that maybe, just maybe, she had those sort of sappy feelings for the petite blonde.
After all, she'd never agonized in a drug-store for over an hour of a friggin' card for anyone else. If it were anyone else she was attracted to, she'd just wear her sexiest, most confident smile, strut right over and plant a big one on her. And she'd turn to butter in Faith's hands and they'd be fucking like rabbits shortly after.
For some reason, Faith knew that she had to approach Buffy differently. Buffy deserved roses and chocolates and a five-star dinner. She needed to wine-and-dine the older Slayer.
And this card was the first step.
Now all she needed to do was put into words how she felt. What she hoped for. How she loved to see Buffy blush whenever Faith flirted with her. How she loved to see the other girl look away and smile shyly whenever Faith tried her damndest to charm her. How seeing her smile made the brunette smile without even realizing it. How she could feel the other Slayer through their connection, and it sent the most delicious shiver down her spine and radiated into her lower belly. How just being near the smaller woman made Faith's heart race in a way that slaying, burgers, the best orgasm never could.
Faith growled at the card that seemed to be mocking her with it's blank-ness.
It was such a simple card. Just a big, red heart on the front with the words 'Happy Valentine's Day' written in a flowing script underneath. The inside of the card was completely blank.
What the hell had she been thinking?
She tempted for a moment to just rip it up and forget the whole idea. She'd find some other way to let Buffy know how she felt. Maybe she could just come out and say it. Just tell her, "I like you." Faith's face flushed with embarassment at the mere thought of that. What was she, twelve?
Chewing thoughtfully on the pen in her hand, she stared long and hard at the object of her frustration. Minutes ticked by as she gnawed on the piece of plastic, every suggestion her mind came up with being quickly rejected. Too sappy, too dumb. Finally, she picked up the card and began to write.
B-
Roses are red,
This day leaves me confused.
But I just want you to know,
That I really dig you.
Happy Valentine's Day, Twinkie.
-Faith
It was shitty, not romantic in the least, and she wouldn't be surprised if Buffy laughed at it and ignored it completely. But it was actually the sweetest thing Faith had ever done for someone she was interested in. And she never claimed to be a poet. Cursing herself over and over, she put the card in the envelope, sealed it, and wrote Buffy's name across the front. With the deed done, she put the card on the nightstand and tried to shrug off her anxiety.
She was meeting the Scoobies at the Bronze that night, so she turned her attention to what she would wear, instead. Luckily, she had a hot little red dress she had yet to wear and it seemed like the perfect time to break it out. Letting out a breath, she grabbed the dress and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Tonight's the night, she promised herself.