fanfiction || the chain of destiny || buffy/faith || part eight
Title: The Chain of Destiny
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta: supershineygirl
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Word Length Thus Far: 65,161 words
Timeline: *** AU *** Welcome to me screwing with canon for my own pleasure. Buffy and Faith aren't slayers (yet), Buffy grew up in Sunnydale all her life and is the picture of popularity. Faith moved to Sunnydale eight months ago with her mother and is befriended by only Willow and Xander. I take liberties with canon events and facts and twist them to mold to my needs, you'll learn to either love or hate me for it, I'm sure.
Summary: All her life, Faith struggled with being a nobody. Then suddenly she's hit with the revelation that she's a potential Slayer, and that she and another girl that she's always despised are just pawns in the game of destiny, fate, and maybe even the end of the world...
A/N: Hold onto your hats, boys and girls. This will be one LONG ride...
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Super Creeptastic Stalker Boy
The first thing Faith did when she got to school was stroll through the library doors, figuring she might as well get Giles lecture about duty and destiny over with. She knows it was wrong to ignore him, but she had a reason, damnit. Not like that one worked out very well either though with Buffy showing up at her freakin’ door.
Sometimes she doesn’t know why she tries. Seriously.
“Ah, Faith,” Giles says noticing her arrival. He hurriedly put away some books he was leafing through to give her his attention. “I-”
Faith puts up her hand. “I know, I know. Duty and destiny. I shoulda been here, I’m a fuck up, I got it.”
“What?” Giles asks, confused for a moment. He blinks. “Oh, yes, quite right. Not to you being a… well, I was regarding that you weren’t here. But I do understand why you chose not to show.”
Faith blinks. “You do?”
Giles sighs a little, taking off his glasses to clean them with a handkerchief. “Faith, I must apologize for my behavior lately. I know it may seem that I’ve been favoring Buffy over you because she is the Slayer, but that isn’t true.”
Faith just stares at him.
“I’ve been thoughtless towards your feelings in all of this. I know you have the utmost desire to become Chosen and Buffy being around can’t be easy for you.” He replaces his glasses, giving her a small smile before he puts a hand on her shoulder. “But I am very proud of you, Faith. You are a very strong willed young woman and you have been dealing with this situation a lot better than I would have expected. If you do become the Slayer one day, I dare say that the Powers would have chosen very wisely.”
To say Faith is surprised would be the understatement of the century. She’s shocked like hell, but it makes her feel good and she smiles big. “Thanks, G.”
Faith never actually realized how much she needed to hear him say that until right then. Yeah, she’s been a moody bitch for the last couple of days, she’s had a lot of shit she’s had to deal with, but most of it has been aimed at Buffy, or hell, just about Buffy. It’s really fuckin’ annoying how so quickly Faith’s life seems to revolve around one small, annoying, sexy, irritating little blonde.
Yeah, she realizes the word sexy slipped in there. Whatever.
Point? She’s been so fucked up over Buffy and how angry she’s been making her that she didn’t even realize that Giles was pissing her off too, mainly because it’s been about how he’s been with Buffy and, well, when you throw Buffy in the mix it’s apparently all that she can focus on.
There should be medication for this type of problem.
“That’s so romantic,” Willow says wistfully as she comes into the library with Buffy. She’s got this far away dreamy look in her eye and Buffy’s smiling shyly. It makes Faith’s eyebrow arch up and not in the curious way.
“I dunno Will, I mean he-” then she stops as she takes one look at Faith and falls silent.
“No no, B. Don’t stop on account of me. Let’s all hear about your new Mr. Wonderful,” Faith says, annoyance in her voice for a reason she probably doesn’t want to analyze. Buffy blushes and mumbles something to the floor.
“Since this conversation doesn’t pertain to me, I’m going to-” Giles starts, but is interrupted by Willow.
“Buffy met some guy in the graveyard last night, a-all dark and mysterious and heroic,” Willow tells Faith, her mind clearly off in some lame romantic movie scenario.
“There was a man out while you were patrolling?” Giles asks Buffy, obviously now including himself in the conversation.
“He… well, I mean, I was fighting these three vampires last night and everything was good. I was kicking butt, they were going poof, but then one of them got the upper hand and-”
“And all of a sudden this big, handsome man comes out of nowhere and saves her!” Willow interrupts, excited.
“I wouldn’t say ‘saved me’,” Buffy says, a little too defensively. “I totally had it under control. He just… helped out when one vampire got a little too up close and personal with my neck.”
“Buffy, who was this man?” Giles asks, sounding concerned.
Buffy looks annoyed. “Thank you, Giles. I’m fine,” she says sarcastically.
Giles looks flustered. “Sorry. You’re… alright?”
“As much as can be expected. I have a couple cracked ribs though. I think that merits a cookie, don’t you?” Buffy asks with a smirk.
“I could wrap your ribs if-”
“When I got injured Merrick used to give me cookies to make me feel better,” Buffy says with a pout, but the tone in her voice is all bullshit and she looks amused. Her super healing has already kicked in and she obviously can barely feel them anymore. Giles sighs.
“Yeah G, I think we should get cookies when we get our ass kicked,” Faith says, smirking at how frustrated Giles is getting by the sarcastic comments.
“Since your ribs don’t seem to be in any kind of deliberating condition… the man?” Giles asks, trying to switch the subject. “Are you saying he is aware of the supernatural occurrences that go on at night in Sunnydale?”
“Well he wasn’t wigged by the vamps in dire need of a facial, no.”
“Did he say anything?”
Buffy shrugs, leaning against the counter next to Faith. Faith tries not to look at her. “I said thanks, asked him who he was. He said it wasn’t important and that I should be more careful. I can’t believe he had the nerve to lecture me after he was the one being all super creeptastic stalker boy.”
“Yeah, sounds real romantic, B. Wish I had a stalker,” Faith says dryly. Buffy looks over at her before rolling her eyes a little bit.
“Willow was the one who said it was romantic.”
“I-It is! Don’t you think it is, Faith? I mean he’s all dark and mysterious, coming out only in times to save the pretty girl from the monsters…” she’s doing the whole dreamy faraway look again.
“I’m a dyke, Red. Ain’t lookin’ for no prince to come save my ass, that’s for damn sure.”
Willow gives her a disapproving look at her vile choice of word regarding her sexuality.
“Hey! So totally wasn’t in need of saving here! And it was only once. And yes he may be… dark and mysterious and very… attractive, but missing the big picture here: he knew my name,” Buffy says.
“He knew your name?” Giles says, sounding alarmed.
“Another point in the stalker column,” Faith states.
The library doors open again and Xander strolls in, looking at the four of them. “Hey guys, what’d I miss?” he asks, seeing the mixed looks on all of their faces.
“B’s got herself a stalker.”
Xander’s eyes go wide.
“He’s not my-!” Buffy starts to protest, but finishes with, “Ugh. Whatever. Besides, he said I’d probably never see him again anyway.”
“Yeah, cause he’s hiding out in the bushes behind your house lookin’ through your bedroom window while he jacks himself off.”
“Ew!” Buffy exclaims in horror and slaps Faith’s arm. Hard.
“OW! Fuck, B!”
“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound very sorry, so Faith turns around and punches her in the arm. Buffy barely even flinches, but she does glare at her.
“Girls, please,” Giles says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Buffy, it concerns me that there is an unknown man out there that not only knows your name but also knows of the on goings in Sunnydale at night.”
“He didn’t give me the wiggins though,” Buffy tells him. “I mean, I can kind of feel when people or things are… bad.”
“You can? You never told me that. I need to write that down later. Will you stay after class and explain it to me in depth?” Giles asks, going into geek mode as he gets his diary or whatever the hell it is. Buffy sighs, knowing she opened the door to that mess.
“Sure,” she says, defeated. “Why not? I don’t have a life.”
“So let me get this straight…” Xander starts, looking at Buffy. “Some guy knows your name, knows about demons, and is hiding under out behind your bushes and you don’t think that screams restraining order?”
“Oh! Oh my god!” Willow exclaims, starting everyone. “Faith! Cordelia! What are you-”
“Faith’s fine, Cordelia dropped the charges, and Xander he isn’t hiding out behind my house!” Buffy exclaims, annoyed.
“That you know of,” Faith says with a smirk. It warrants another slap to her arm to which Faith retaliates with another punch, making her forget about asking Buffy how she knows that Cordelia dropped them, and why. “Fuck, if you bruised me I’m going to kill you.”
“Hey, I slapped you and you punched me!” Buffy defends.
“You’re stronger than I am!”
“Girls!” Giles exclaims. “Please stop. And Faith, what is this about charges being filed against you?” He sounds angry, in that disappointed father type tone that Faith hates. She promptly looks at the ground and mumbles something to her shoes.
“Translation: Faith assaulted Cordelia at the Bronze on Friday,” Buffy says. Faith looks up and shoots her a glare.
“What are you, aiming for fuckin’ brownie points now?”
“Faith!” Giles exclaims, even angrier now. “We’ve talked about this! Violence isn’t the answer to everything. That was a terribly reckless thing for you to do. There are more important things at stake now than your teenage ego.” Faith looks embarrassed. She hates when he lectures her, especially in front of everyone.
“That’s what I said,” Buffy says, with a little ‘ha’ look on her face. Faith looks at her dangerously.
“You’re fuckin’ askin’ for it, Blondie.”
“What are you going to do?” Buffy says, amused by her threat.
“Buffy, stop taunting Faith. You know she has anger issues and we have also already discussed you fueling them. I would appreciate if you, both of you, could be more mature,” Giles says. Now Buffy looks embarrassed for being lectured too. Faith looks amused that for once she isn’t taking all the heat.
“Ohhh, someone’s in trouble,” Xander taunts under his breath, amused, and both Buffy and Faith shoot him a look that could kill and he falls silent, stepping back behind Willow for protection.
Willow rolls her eyes and shoves him lightly.
“Moving on,” Giles says, looking at them all like he was daring for any one of them to start acting out again. “This man… he didn’t tell you his name, correct?”
“Nope. He just kinda swooped in, helped make the bumps in the night become less bumpy, was all ‘man of few words’, then left.”
“Well, keep an eye out for him, will you? He may be a white hat but he could also be something else, and that’s what concerns me.”
“Like a pimple?” Xander asks, confused.
“White hat not white head,” Willow explains. “M-Meaning he could be one of the good guys.”
“Oh.”
Faith snickers. Giles looks at Xander like he should study more.
“Right. Anyway, girls, after school today we’ll be training with the crossbow. And Faith, this time, please try not to impale my bookshelves.”
Buffy laughs and Faith throws her a look. “Hey, some of us don’t come equipped with freakishly good aim.”
“Be that as it may, I know once you set your mind to something you can accomplish it,” Giles tells her. “I am also hoping that you can learn these feats quickly, seeing as I would like to take you out slaying with Buffy one night.”
Faith’s eyes go wide and she gets excited. “Really?!”
“Yes, really. Though you are not a Slayer, I think it would be wise to prepare you in battle, and with Buffy and I there to help I think it would be much safer than if you had to learn on a whim under surprise circumstances,” Giles tells her.
“Maybe you can stake your first vampire,” Buffy says with a smile, suddenly warming up to her. That’s one thing Faith doesn’t get about Buffy. They can be bickering one minute and the next she’s all… wanting to be friend-type whatever girl.
Faith idly remembers when she was trying to convince Buffy that hating each other would be better. Obviously that plan got shot to hell and back.
“Hey, I’ve staked one already,” Faith defends. “The one that freaked you out wicked bad when you were still a Slayer wannabe, actually.”
“How do you know about that?” Buffy asks, horrified. Then she rounds on Giles accusingly, pointing. “How does she know about that?”
The bell rings.
“Ah, the bell,” Giles says, avoiding the question as he busies himself. “You all should be off to class.”
Faith was about to say something like ‘saved by the bell’, but realizes how cheesy that sounds before she opened her mouth, thankfully.
* * *
“Faith!”
“I got it!” Faith yells back, trying to fend off the vampire who has her back pressed against a tombstone, leaning over it as his fangs are descending towards her neck. She pushes him off of her, gets in one good punch, but ends up back where she started as he launches at her again. She can feel his fangs brush her neck and she fights with all her strength to put some distance between them but she’s slowly losing the battle. “I don’t got it!” she screams.
“Buffy!” Giles calls out.
Buffy quickly stakes her vampire and turns to the one that’s got Faith almost seeing her life flash before her eyes (fuck that’s a depressing sight) and within a second all that’s left of the snarling monster is dust in the wind. Buffy’s standing over her, stake in her hand, looking really worried, maybe almost scared.
“Jeez, B, who died? Lighten up,” Faith says, coughing a bit at the fragments of vamp dust in the air as she gets herself off of the tomb. But Buffy’s face is masked in anger now and she pushes her back.
“Don’t tell me you ‘got it’ when you don’t! You could have been killed!”
“Hey!” Faith exclaims, furious at being pushed, but Giles stops her from retaliating by stepping between them.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for one night…” he tries, but Faith is still pissed that she got shoved.
“What the fuck is your problem, B?!”
“You’re my problem! Do you have some sort of death wish?!”
“Girls!” Giles exclaims, exasperated. “Please. Buffy, calm down, Faith wasn’t hurt. And Faith, Buffy’s right, you were careless. You became cocky once you found that you had the upper hand and it prevented you from noticing the rock that you so gracefully stumbled over.” He narrows his eyes at her.
It had been two weeks since the Giles brought up training Faith in the field, and tonight was her first night out. Everything seemed to be going well - she staked one vamp with Buffy’s help, another without, and damn, one mishap and people gotta jump all over her ass? There shouldn’t be random rocks jutting out all over the place in a damn cemetery anyway. Aren’t there caretakers for that sort of crap?
“I can’t do this, Giles. I can’t have her out here with me when I’m patrolling. I can’t be do my job if I’m worrying about her!”
“Fuck you, Blondie. Waste your worry on someone else. I got this.”
Buffy scoffs. “Yeah, because you looked like you ‘got it’ when you were about to become a tasty midnight snack.”
Faith leers at her, just to make her uncomfortable. “Bet you’d love to know how I taste, wouldn’t you?” Buffy flushes beat red.
Embarrassing Buffy has been Faith’s new favorite game these last couple of weeks. She figures that way she can get out her sexual attraction to her without resorting to screwing everything up by trying to fuck her.
Yeah, she can admit now that she’s sexually attracted to Buffy. Liquor may have played a role in everything that one night, but if Buffy was busted lookin’ then it wouldn’t have happened in the first place no matter how much she drank. So yeah, she can admit she’s hot and yeah she can admit that a sexual scenario involving her wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing in the world. Not that she has any plans to do any of that though, hence trying to get out her attraction in different ways.
Plus, embarrassing her is just fun.
“Faith, that was… inappropriate,” Giles stutters.
Oh, right, Giles is here too.
“Habit,” Faith mumbles as a response. And it is; her responses have become almost second nature now.
Giles clears his throat and adjusts his glasses in that way he always does when he’s uncomfortable and tries to change the subject. “Buffy, Faith needs to learn how to operate in the field. You also need to learn how to operate when there is someone’s life in danger other than your own.”
Buffy just folds her arms into herself, but she says nothing.
“We’ll try this again tomorrow night,” Giles tells them. “In the meantime, Faith, please practice those exercises I taught you to become more aware of your surroundings and Buffy, I’m not sure if you were attempting Uchi Uke or Soto Uke but regardless, both need work.”
“I thought it was the… the… Gretchen? No, Genten? Goodan!… Balai,” Buffy says, sounding confused and pulling the biggest ‘dumb blonde’ look Faith thinks she’s ever seen her have. Worst part? Buffy’s completely serious.
Giles sighs. “In that case, a lot of work.”
Buffy huffs and rolls her eyes. “I should get points for just remembering the name.”
“It was the Geden Barai,” Giles says flatly.
“Oh. Oops.”
Faith snickers and Buffy slaps her on the arm, which makes Faith retaliate with a punch. It seems to be a ritual of some kind now. Giles has learned to ignore it.
“Well,” he says, looking at Faith as she rubs her shoulder where Buffy hit, scowling. “Would you both like a ride home?”
“Nah, I’m like five minutes from here. I’ll walk,” Faith tells him. Walking is good for her; gives her time to clear her head and center herself and all that weird yoga crap Giles spews on about. She might mock it, but it does do her some good, regardless.
“I’ll walk you home!” Buffy exclaims, way too enthusiastically, which she seems to be aware of when she flushes. Faith cocks an eyebrow.
“What, you hopin’ to walk me to my door and get a goodnight kiss, Twinkie?” Faith asks with a smirk. Buffy flushes an even deeper red and says:
“No, I was just… I mean it’s night and you can’t walk by yourself. It’s not safe…”
“Think I can handle five minutes on my own, B.”
“No, Buffy’s right, Faith,” Giles says, looking at her pointedly. “If you’d like to walk I would prefer it if you had company.”
“Well I’d prefer if I didn’t.”
“Faith,” Giles says flatly, the tone indicating he’s not to be argued with. Faith rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Fine.”
It’s been like this for the last two weeks - Buffy trying to spend some time with her. At first Faith didn’t get it, but now she’s starting to realize that maybe Buffy has some kind of crush on her.
Yeah, seriously. It fucked with her head too and she’s used to people falling all over themselves around her. She just didn’t think one of them would be Buffy.
Which, while normally that wouldn’t be an issue - she’d fuck the bitch, fun would be had by all, then she’d kick her out the next morning - the thing is, A) Buffy still hasn’t admitted she’s gay yet, is still outright denying it, actually, and B) Faith can’t exactly get some, get gone with her.
Buffy thinks she’s just trying to be a friend, Faith gets that, and because of that that it’s just too damn complicated. They still fight all the time, and it still weirds Faith out that she kinda likes it. Really likes it, actually. It’s screwed up. There’s just too many fuckin’ weird feelings involving Buffy and Faith would rather let it be than try to dissect something she can’t handle.
Faith doesn’t date. She just doesn’t. And that’s all Buffy is; she’s relationship girl. Not that she’d even admit that she wants one with Faith to begin with though. But all of this? It’s like out of a freakin’ movie. Buffy has all the big neon, flashing sign of “smitten” over her head. Faith’s seen it before but this is the first time she’s trying to push the smitten person away just because, for so many fuckin’ reasons, sleeping with Buffy would not be smart.
Not that every inch of her body isn’t screaming for her to do it though.
But Buffy would get attached if she did that; Faith knows it. She doesn’t want the attachment and she definitely doesn’t need it. She can’t fuck her then ignore her. She has to see this girl every single day, has to train with her every single day and it’s just… really not worth all the headaches just for an orgasm.
Besides, to even get to that point Buffy would have to admit to herself that she’s gay and that doesn’t look like it’s gonna be happening any time soon.
Giles says goodnight and leaves the two of them alone. They just look at each other for moment. Buffy’s still blushing a little bit and Faith is starting to find it endearing so she decides now would be the time to turn around and start heading towards her motel room without a word. Buffy follows for a little while in silence; the two of them just walking side by side.
Finally Buffy says quietly, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“S’Fine.”
“I was just scared. I can’t… I mean I can’t have anyone else… die. It’s just…” she looks away and folds her arms into herself, distress on her face as she thinks about how she lost Merrick. It still haunts her, Faith can see that, and it’s why she lets it go.
“I get it.”
Buffy nods a little, looking at the ground for a minute before her gaze comes back up to land on Faith’s profile. Faith doesn’t look at her or say anything for a little bit. But then she asks, “Why did Cordelia drop the charges, B?” It’s asked quietly… and like she already knows the answer. Cordelia hasn’t so much as glanced at Faith since then and every time she sees her with Buffy she high tails it the other way.
“I…” Buffy starts, then falls silent, looking embarrassed again. “She just… did.”
“And you had nothin’ to do with that?” Faith asks her, again like she already knows the answer.
“I… may have helped her come to that decision,” Buffy admits quietly, then shrugs, looking self conscious. “Why does it matter? That was weeks ago.”
“Just wonderin’ what you said to make her scared like hell of ya,” Faith asks with a smirk. She looks at Buffy and the blonde looks back at her shyly, giggling a little.
“Nothing, I swear.”
“So it was a physical demonstration then?” Faith asks, her smirk widening. Buffy looks a little guilty, but a little proud of herself too. She shrugs noncommittally.
“It was weeks ago,” she repeats.
“So you said.”
They come to the motel room and stop outside of Faith’s door, both girls looking at each other like they don’t know what comes next. “It was… I mean I just… I didn’t want you to…” Buffy stutters, trying to find the words.
“You were lookin’ out,” Faith answers for her.
“Yeah,” she says quietly.
“Told ya I didn’t need ya to fight my battles.”
“I know… but I just…”
Buffy looks so embarrassed, but so fuckin’… damnit, she hates using this word but she’s gonna say it: cute. It makes Faith smile a little, but only a little. She nudges her softly with her shoulder. “Don’t do it again,” she tells her, but it’s not threatening or mean, just… soft.
“Promise,” Buffy says, looking up at her, and somehow her eyelashes looked a whole lot thicker and making her eyes look so much more… vulnerable. Faith feels the butterflies run rampant through her stomach and they both just look at each other for a little while. Buffy’s breathing has changed slightly from being in such close proximity to Faith. Faith knows she needs to move… now.
She can’t move.
“I guess I should…” Buffy starts quietly, indicating leaving. She doesn’t move for a minute though. Faith nods though, finally, and Buffy swallows a little before turning to leave.
Then Faith does something stupid.
“Buffy,” she calls out softly. Buffy turns around to face Faith and she reaches out for the Slayer, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards her. Faith’s lips meet Buffy’s without a moment for either of them to really think, igniting sparks right through her every inch of her body. Buffy’s eyes go wide at first from the shock of Faith just kissing her like that, but she quickly melts into her, the grip that she has on Faith’s hand tightening just a little bit. It isn’t anything big, grand, or even fuckin’ sexy for that matter. It was just a soft kiss, pretty chaste, and Faith ended it as quickly as it started once she got her head back on her shoulders.
“Owed you a goodnight kiss,” Faith says with a smirk as she pulled away, trying like hell to not make it into a big deal and show how uncomfortable she is right now. Why the fuck did she just do that? Way to lead a bitch on, moron.
“I-I, uh…” Buffy stutters, lost for words. Faith takes that as her cue to leave.
“See ya tomorrow,” Faith says, backing up probably much too quickly towards her door, going into her motel room and leaving Buffy still standing there, stuttering, still trying to find words. Faith closes the door and leans against it, letting out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
What the hell did she just do?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Almost is Never Enough
Faith has gone over it and over it in her head for the past week, but she still can’t figure out why, for the fuckin’ life of her, she kissed Buffy.
And it wasn’t even like she made out with her. That she’d understand more than what did happen. She can write making out with someone off on her overactive hormones. No, instead she kissed her like… like… like what? Like she mattered or something, outside of just… sex.
Not that Buffy matters with sex; she’s decided she can never go there but that still doesn’t change how much of a mind fuck it was for her… and for Buffy.
They’ve barely looked at each other all week.
They both have been trying to act normal, like nothing happened. They’re still bantering and fighting and whatever the hell else they do but they can’t keep eye contact for more than a few seconds before it starts to get awkward.
Well, until they got drunk, which is where they’re at right now.
Another night at the Bronze; Faith, Buffy, Willow and Xander are hanging out on the couches, getting drunk and having fun. Buffy and Faith are sitting on opposite couches which has been something they’ve been doing since the… incident. Buffy used to be all over her, used to always try to find an excuse to be near her in some way but ever since then she’s been trying like hell to get some distance between them. Faith doesn’t blame her and in all honesty is glad for the space.
She’s replayed the night over and over in her mind and she still can’t figure out what made her pull Buffy back to her. She knows it was a feeling but she’s not sure which one or what it even meant; she just knew she wanted to kiss her and so she did.
One of the top ten stupidest things she’s ever done, that’s for sure.
The liquor seems to be making the space become smaller and smaller though, because with each passing drink they seem to be warming up to each other again. First it was the staring, there was a lot of staring involved on both parts. Buffy was wearing this short, plaid purple dress with her hair pinned up and she looked fuckin’ beautiful. Her legs seemed to go for miles and Faith couldn’t help herself from looking.
Faith, like always, looked halfway between a biker and a stripper and Buffy’s eyes kept fixing on her cleavage which was spilling out of her shirt. Faith caught her looking at one point and smirked at her, making Buffy blush. She didn’t look away though; she looked her right in the eyes and smiled a little. That’s how Faith knows it’s the liquor. Sober, even without all the awkwardness, Buffy would have looked away and pretended it never happened.
“Faith? Faith? Earth to Faith,” Xander says, interrupting her checking Buffy out with a wave of his hand in front of her eyes. She scowls and slaps it away and he laughs. “You alive in there?”
“Do I look like I’m alive?” Faith retorts, tearing her gaze away from Buffy to look at her friend.
“Well you do look a little flushed,” he says and smirks. She narrows her eyes and smacks his leg… hard.
“Ow!”
Buffy giggles.
“Faith, stop abusing Xander,” Willow mockingly scolds her. Faith smirks as Xander rubs his leg like he’s been fatally wounded and she turns to Willow.
“Why, is that your job?”
“I would never,” she responds, mockingly serious. A little smile peeks out though and Faith laughs.
“Lies, all lies,” Xander responds. He keeps rubbing his leg. “Ow, Faith. You need to stop eating your vegetables.”
“I don’t eat vegetables.”
“Then you just need to stop eating. Cause ow.”
“Stop bein’ a pussy, it wasn’t that hard,” Faith says with an eye roll as she picks up her drink, sipping on it as she leans back on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.
“I think you broke me.”
Willow sighs, but seems amused. She gets up, holding out her hand to Xander. “Come on; let’s go see if the bartender has an icepack.” Xander takes her hand and lets her help him up and he hobbles for effect. Faith rolls her eyes again but laughs a little.
“Thank you, Willow,” he says, then shoots Faith a look. “At least someone cares.” He smirks though and she flips him off. She can hear him still chuckling as the two of them make their way over to the bar.
Man, he’s a piece of work, that’s for sure.
Faith suddenly feels weight on the couch next to her and she turns, looking back to see Buffy sitting next to her now. Faith smirks a little and situates herself on the couch so she’s facing Buffy, curling one leg in towards herself as she props her head up by leaning her elbow on the back of the couch, letting her hair spill down nicely around her shoulders. “How may I service you today?” she asks with a smirk.
Yeah, she’s a little drunk. But she didn’t really think that Buffy would come over to her, so she’s getting back some control in a situation that feels a bit out of her control. Even drunk, things were still weird. Or at least they were supposed to be.
Buffy giggles a little, looking down before her eyes flicker back up and connect with hers. She bites on her lower lip softly. “I think I’m drunk,” she tells her in a whisper, like it’s some grand secret.
“Gettin’ that,” Faith says, amused.
“But… because I’m drunk, I think I want to ask you something,” she goes on, and her eyes look down and she picks at the small space between them on couch a little.
“You think, huh?” Faith teases, watching her become shy all of a sudden. It makes her smile, despite herself. But she’s afraid Buffy’s going to ask her about the kiss finally, so she doesn’t tell her to go ahead.
Not that Buffy needed the go ahead.
“When…” she starts, looking self conscious all of a sudden. She takes a breath and looks up at her again, moving in a little closer, but enough for the position to become a little more intimate. “When you… came out… what was it like?”
Faith blinks. She wasn’t expecting that. “When I came outta the closet?”
“Yeah.”
Faith shrugs a little. “I dunno.” Buffy gives her a look and Faith sighs. “I guess it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it was gonna be. Everyone always talks about how people fuckin’ hate you and shit, but that didn’t happen for me. My Mum was supportive and that’s all I really gave a shit about.” Buffy nods a little, making little patterns on the couch with her finger. “Why?” Faith asks softly.
She knows why, but she’s still asking.
“I was just… curious,” Buffy avoids, not looking at her. She takes a breath and picks at the couch some more. “How did you know you were… you know.”
“A lesbian?” Faith asks, filling in the blanks for her.
“Yeah.”
“It’s just something you know, I can’t explain it. I just knew I liked chicks,” Faith tells her. She runs her fingers through her hair and she can see Willow and Xander start to walk towards them out of her peripheral vision. But they stop, looking at the two of them and Willow smiles a little before taking Xander’s arm and leading him away.
Faith’s not sure if she’s glad for it or pissed that they aren’t interrupting whatever this is.
Buffy doesn’t seem to notice them though; she’s still staring at the couch. There’s silence for a little while before she looks up at her again and it makes Faith very aware of the lack of space between the two of them. “Why did you kiss me?” she asks softly.
Cue brain screeching to a halt.
“It didn’t mean nothin’,” Faith says quickly; the first thing she can think of.
“It didn’t?” Faith can’t tell if Buffy is glad or upset by that.
“Nah, Twinkie. I didn’t stick my tongue down your throat, did I? That woulda meant something,” Faith says, smirking. She feels wicked uncomfortable though and she thinks it’s starting to show. She goes to move away from her on the couch, just get some space between them, but Buffy grabs her arm, stilling her.
“Kiss me again,” she requests suddenly.
Whoa. What?
“What?” Faith asks, pretty sure she didn’t hear her right. She must be drunker than she thought… or Buffy’s drunker than she thought.
Buffy licks her lips nervously, obviously the first request coming out easier than her trying to repeat it. “You didn’t… kiss me properly last time,” she tries, looking a little scared of what she’s doing and how Faith’s going to react to it.
Faith blinks, her hear starting to pound in her chest so damn loud that she can barely hear the music anymore. “There’s a proper way to kiss you now?” Faith asks, hoping how nervous she sounds isn’t showing in her voice. She’s never been nervous around another woman in her life before Buffy and it’s… fucked up.
“I just… I need to see if…” Buffy tries, but starts to get really embarrassed and she sighs, taking her hand off of Faith. “Nevermind,” she mumbles, her face turning bright red and looking a little dejected.
“…B, we’re drunk,” Faith tells her. “This ain’t a good idea. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” Buffy mumbles. She won’t look at her now and Faith hates that. Shit, she hates liquor. All it does is tear her fuckin’ walls down and leaves her… this. She wants to kiss her, so fucking badly she can barely stand it and she knows that’s gonna fuck with her head later whether she actually does or not.
“I mean, you’re sexy and everything, but it’s just a bad idea. I don’t go half on anything,” Faith tries. She needs her to get that if she kisses her she might not be able to stop. She’s drunk and she’s already horny and she knows Buffy ain’t ready for all that. Buffy smiles a little, finally looking at her.
“You think I’m sexy?” she asks softly.
“I got eyes,” Faith answers honestly. Buffy purses her lips together and then smiles again, looking down. Alright, Faith made her happy, job well done. Now maybe they can forget about the whole kiss thing and hopefully never bring it up again.
They’re both quiet for a little while before Buffy takes Faith’s hand in hers. “Come to the bathroom with me?” she requests. Faith raises an eyebrow at her.
“Why?”
“Because girls go to the bathroom in pairs, silly,” she says with a smile as she gets up, tugging Faith to stand up next to her. “Come on.”
Faith relents, though only because Buffy’s holding onto her hand in a death grip like she’s afraid Faith’s going to let go while she pulls her over to the bathroom. They walk inside just as two girls walk out. Buffy pulls her over to the mirror and grabs her purse, digging through it. Faith still doesn’t get why she’s here as she watches Buffy put on some cherry lip gloss.
“B, as fun as this is…” Faith tries, attempting to get away but Buffy grabs her hand and pulls her back to her, keeping her there. She turns so her back is against the sink and she pulls Faith over to stand in front of her, almost pressed against her. She doesn’t let go of her hand.
“Can we make a deal?” she asks her.
Faith is hyperaware of Buffy’s body pressed against hers and all she can think about is throwing Buffy into one of the stalls and fucking the hell out of her. “Deal?” she asks, distracted.
Fucking liquor.
“Yeah…” Buffy starts, quietly. “I mean like… anything that happens tonight we can just… pretend it never happened.” She tightens her grip on Faith’s hand, not wanting her to leave.
Faith doesn’t like where this conversation is going. Or maybe she really likes it. Fuck, she’s confused.
“B…”
“I’m drunk and… and I think I should… try something. I mean I’m confused and I know tomorrow I’ll freak out but I can blame the alcohol and you can blame me and we can never speak about it again,” she says quickly.
“Buffy, I don’t…”
But the bathroom door opens and a couple more girls come inside and Buffy lets go of Faith’s hand quickly, looking embarrassed. She steps away from her and looks at herself in the mirror, pretending to be busy fixing her hair. Yeah, see, and this is why it’s bad idea. Little Ms Closet Case is still freaking, drunk or not.
But Buffy turns and walks into one of the stalls. Faith can see her reflection in the mirror and she pauses, looking out for anyone that could see. When she knows Faith is the only one who can see her, she motions for her to go in there with her.
This is such a bad idea.
Faith shakes her head no, warning her, but Buffy doesn’t listen. She’s drunk and in her own little world and she does the one thing she knows is gonna make Faith bolt right over there: she licks her bottom lip seductively and runs her hand up her thigh, hiking her dress up so much that one more inch she’d be able to see her panties.
Oh, fuck this. This isn’t fair.
Faith turns around quickly, finding herself in the stall with Buffy in a blink of an eye. The door bangs closed behind them and Faith locks it before she presses Buffy up against the wall, making the older girl gasp softly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Faith demands softly, suddenly finding her hand sliding up Buffy’s exposed thigh. Buffy seems to have trouble breathing but she wraps her arms around Faith and pulls her closer to her.
“I don’t know,” she tells her breathlessly, honestly. Their lips are too damn close to each other and Faith knows everything is about to fuckin’ explode in her face but she can’t move away from her. “But I need you to… I need you to kiss me like you mean it….”
“I’m not gonna be able to stop,” Faith warns her, the desire running beneath her skin like fire already. She’s trying to control it but obviously she isn’t doing such a bang up job, what with their current position and everything.
“I’ll stop you,” she promises.
“That’s fucked up.” That’s a whole box of fucked up, actually.
“Please Faith…” Buffy begs softly, leaning her head in more so that if one of them moves even a fraction of an inch their lips will be touching. Faith can feel Buffy’s short, hot bursts of breath against her sensitive flesh and it’s driving her insane with lust. She’s not gonna be able to hold out much longer and Buffy can see that.
“We shouldn’t,” Faith tries, one last time. One last feeble fucking attempt that she knows is pointless by this point. Her fingers are trailing up the back of Buffy’s thigh and the Slayer’s breath hitches in her throat as she brushes her lips over Faith’s, making the younger girl close her eyes and have the biggest battle of wills she thinks she’s ever had in her life.
She wants to kiss her so bad, wants to fuck her so bad but there’s still the logical part of her that knows it would be fucking stupid.
“You make me feel things,” Buffy breathes out against her lips as her hands slide up Faith’s chest (which makes Faith slam her hand against the wall to control herself) and up further until they’re tangled in her hair. She’s gonna lose it in five… “Every time you look at me it feels like I’m on fire,” Buffy tells her quietly.
Four.
“I’m not gay,” Buffy continues softly, but runs her fingers down over her neck.
Three.
“But I still want to… I need to see if…” She’s breathing heavily against her lips now and Faith swears her brain is about to implode.
Two.
“Faith I… I think I need you to touch me…”
‘One’ explodes in her face from that sentence.
“Faith? Buffy?”
Oh fucking hell!
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she pushes Faith off of her, putting some much needed space between them at the sound of Willow’s voice.
“Yeah, Red?” Faith asks, trying to keep her voice even and her breathing under control. Buffy looks like she’s about to burst from the sexual tension and Faith’s right along with her.
“Is Buffy in there with you?”
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she moves her hands to signal no. Faith smirks and says, “Yeah.” Buffy slaps her arm hard and Faith winces. “Ow, B! Damnit!”
“What are you guys doing?” Willow asks, suspicion in her voice.
“We were just talking,” Buffy says quickly. “Working out our differences, you know. We fight all the time and that’s… bad. So we’re trying to… not. Fight, that is. We don’t want to fight. Uh, we’ll be out in a second.”
Yeah, cause that was smooth.
“Alright… well, I’ll see you guys out there,” Willow says, her voice still filled with suspicion. They hear her walk away and the door close behind her and both Buffy and Faith release a breath of relief, though probably for two very different reasons.
Faith has no idea where the hell they stand now that they’ve been interrupted. A large part of her still wants to take her, own her, but now that she has some air and some space to think she’s pretty sure they shouldn’t make this worse than it already is.
“Everything that happened… everything I… said…,” Buffy starts, still breathing a bit heavily but looking really embarrassed at the same time. She seems to have started to come to her senses. “It… it never happened.”
Faith looks at her for a moment before agreeing, “Okay.” Because hell, it’ll stop some really fucked up sober conversation later and that’s always a plus.
“We don’t talk about it, ever,” Buffy tells her, clarifying to make sure Faith gets it. “I mean I… I think I’ll freak out.” Faith’s pretty damn sure she agrees with that at least.
“S’Cool. Already forgotten.”
Buffy nods, walking towards the stall door. She unlocks it, opening it before she stops and turns back to her. “Thanks,” she says softly. She gives her a little embarrassed half smile before she walks away, leaving Faith in there.
Faith bangs her head back against the stall wall. She’s in hell.
Now she’s horny as fuck too. This is so fucking cruel. In what twisted, fucked up universe is any of this fair? Really. Faith sighs in annoyance and hits the stall door to open it, making it bang against the wall as she practically stomps out. She’s flushed, her clit is throbbing, and all she can fucking think about is sex. Damnit. She knew coming in here would be a bad idea. She seriously needs to learn some more self control. Either that or Buffy does.
When she comes out she stops, seeing Buffy in the corner talking to a man. She raises an eyebrow and folds her arms across her chest, watching them for a minute. She feels Willow come up next to her and she asks without taking her eyes off the two of them, “Who’s that?”
Willow looks over to see what Faith’s staring at. “Ohh! I-I think that’s-!” she says excitedly, but doesn’t finish her sentence.
“Who?”
“Angel,” she says, looking at him like he’s the most fascinating man on this earth. Who the fuck is Angel?”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Hey guys,” Xander says, coming up to them with a smirk on his face as he looks at Faith. “You were gone long,” he says pointedly.
“Nothin’ happened,” Faith answers honestly, but distracted. The guy just put his hand on Buffy’s arm, coaxing her over to a corner before he starts speaking to her seriously. He doesn’t move his hand and Faith can feel her blood start boiling. “Who the fuck is Angel?” she repeats.
“Who?” Xander asks, then realizes Faith’s not looking at them. He follows her line of sight and sees Buffy and the man. “Who’s that with Buffy?”
“What I’m trying to figure out,” Faith says, then looks at Willow who looks guilty.
“I… I d-don’t think I should say…” she stutters a little, obviously wrong to have brought it up in the first place.
“Red, don’t fuck around.”
“I… I don’t know if it’s him or not!” she defends, looking like a trapped animal backed into a corner. “B-But I think it’s…” Faith looks at her expectantly and Willow sighs. “I think it’s the guy she met in the graveyard.”
“Stalker boy?” Faith asks, surprised, looking back over to them. She seems like she knows him more than one night. “How long has this dude been following her?”
“H-He… w-well he… uh…”
“Willow, take a breath. I’m not gonna beat it outta ya or nothin’. Chill,” Faith tells her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Willow takes a breath.
“They’ve been um… talking. F-For a couple weeks now,” Willow tells her quietly, nervous.
“And she just failed to mention this to Giles, to me, to anyone but you?” Faith asks. That doesn’t sound good.
“She just… I don’t think she wanted…” Willow sighs, defeated. “Please don’t tell her I told you.”
“I don’t like him,” Xander decides, watching them. Faith’s inclined to agree. He’s way too… close to her. She’s smiling at him and it makes her want to punch something.
“Fuck this,” Faith says, stomping off towards the bar.
“Faith!” Willow tries, but she ignore her and keeps walking. She slides around to the entrance of the bar and leans against the side, watching Trish pour drinks. When she turns and sees Faith standing there she smirks.
“Something tells me you’re not here for a shot.”
“When’s your break?” Faith asks, getting right to the point.
Trish laughs a little, throwing a bar towel into the bin and coming over to her. She leans on the counter, looking at her. “Why?” she asks, a teasing smile on her lips. She knows why, but Faith will tell her anyway. She smirks:
“Because I wanna fuck you.”
Trish puts her tongue between her teeth before she smiles, chuckling a little. “Always direct, I like that about you.” She looks at her watch, but doesn’t tell her when it is yet. She looks at her. “You know I told you to stop fucking with my head.”
“Then why are you checkin’ to see when you get off?” Faith counters. Trish smirks, then shrugs a little. She motions over her shoulder to some chick sitting on the other end of the bar.
“Complete fucking clit tease, I swear to you.”
“Yeah, I got one of those too,” Faith says, thinking of Buffy. She smirks and cocks her head, licking her bottom lip a little as she eyes her up. “So ya game?”
Trish looks at her for a minute before calling over her shoulder. “Brandon? I’m gonna take my break. Will you be good for like twenty minutes?” The guy, Brandon, nods and Trish slides past Faith telling her softly, “Boss is in the storage room; meet me in the bathroom.”
Faith watches her ass the entire time she walks away and waits for a minute before she goes after her. Her eyes flicker to Buffy and Angel, still in the corner talking and she heads quickly into the bathroom before she goes over there and rips his stalker fucking head from his body. When she walks in, Trish holds her hand up to the door to indicate which stall she’s in and Faith walks in, closing it and locking it behind her quickly before pressing her up against the wall forcefully.
Trish moans softly, grabbing onto Faith. “Who’s got you all riled up, lover?” she taunts as she grabs the hem of Faith’s shirt and lifts it over her head, discarding it to the floor as Faith works on the buttons on the older blonde’s jeans.
“You now,” Faith breathes before her lips meet hers, making Trish moan hard against her lips and fight to get Faith’s leather pants off of her body. Faith kisses her hungrily, all the tension that Buffy started forcing its way out. Her hands slide up Trish’s shirt to cup her full, huge fake tits and the blonde gasps hard as Faith’s thumbs lightly graze her nipples.
Trish swears against her lips as she tugs on Faith’s pants, which don’t seem to be cooperating. She tears her lips away from hers and pants out, “I fucking hate your pants, girl, why the hell do you always gotta wear this crap?!” Faith laughs, smacking Trish’s hands away before pulling them to the ground.
“Cause they’re hot,” she tells her with a smirk as she steps out of them. Trish rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. Shut up,” she tells her before suddenly Faith’s the one being pushed backwards, her back colliding with the stall wall with a loud BANG. Their lips meet again as Trish’s hands touch every inch of Faith they can reach, making the brunette close her eyes and arch into her touch as she tries with everything she has to not think of Buffy.
Trish’s lips leave hers and drag down her throat, nipping at her pulse point before dragging slowly down her body as she slides to her knees. Faith is panting, worked up like hell already from the last hour of her fucking life and she tangles her fingers in Trish’s long hair before guiding her where she needs her to be. “Say please,” Trish taunts before licking up her inner thigh in a way that makes Faith tremble.
“Fuck, come on, don’t dick around,” Faith pants, her grip tightening on her hair.
Trish chuckles softly. “I haven’t seen you this worked up in a long time; you’re practically pouring down your thighs. Gotta have my fun…” she nips at Faith’s inner thigh and the younger girl slams her head back against the stall wall. “Now say please.”
“Fuck you. Please,” Faith mocks and moans as Trish digs her nails into her skin.
“Good enough.”
Trish’s tongue slips through her folds and Faith bites on her bottom lip hard to stifle her moan. She looks down between her legs and all she sees is a mess of blonde hair and her brain flashes to Buffy whether she wants it to or not. Fuck, this so isn’t good. “Oh fuck,” Faith pants as Trish’s lips wrap around her clit, sucking her off in a way that’s making her head spin.
Then the fucking door to the bathroom opens. “Faith?”
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Shit.
“Faith? Are you in here?” Buffy asks. Trish takes her mouth off of her and looks at her with an evil glint in her eyes before she slides two fingers deep inside her, making Faith cry out before she can stop it.
“Fuck! B… this… oh god… isn’t the best… time…” Faith manages, her hands coming up above her head to hold onto the stall as she shoves her hips towards Trish’s hand, panting. Fuck, this day has the worst timing ever.
“That her?” Trish asks her in a low, taunting voice. “The one that’s got you so fucking wet?” Okay, this game sucks. She knows Trish has a bit of a reason to get back at her; the first time they had sex she wanted more than that and Faith shot her down in not the nicest of ways… in front of her friends no less. But fuck, aren’t they past that yet?
“I think I want her to hear you cum, show her what she’s missing,” Trish says with a little laugh as she speeds up the pace of her fingers. Faith cries out and she knows Buffy’s probably standing there stock still in shock from what she walked in on.
“Buffy! Get… out… Fuck!” Faith screams, closing her eyes as her orgasm starts to build rapidly, coursing through her body, about ready to explode. She’s so gonna kick Trish’s ass for this.
“I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t…” Buffy stutters finally and Faith can hear her backing up towards the door. Unfortunately so can Trish and that’s when she chooses to press against Faith’s g spot firmly, making Faith pop so fucking hard she’s pretty sure she just went blind.
“FUCK! Oh GOD!” she screams, her hand slamming into the stall door, making the whole thing shake as her body trembles from the intensity of her orgasm. Every inch of her body is on fire and her mind has turned into a puddle of mush and all she can feel are her inner walls throbbing from the force. When she finally comes down from her high she takes a breath and she can hear the bathroom door slam closed as Buffy practically runs out.
Faith growls as Trish stands up, smirking, and her hands connect with her chest before she pushes her back. “What the fuck was that?!”
“Relax, Faith. I was just having some fun.”
“Bitch I should fucking kill you,” Faith growls, her eyes flashing dangerously. Trish raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you didn’t care about anyone. So who’s she then? You obviously give a fuck.”
“She’s my friend!” Faith screams, furious. “I don’t need my fucking friends to hear me have orgasms, you bitch!”
“Yeah? And I didn’t need my friends to watch you act like fucking me meant nothing to you,” Trish shoots back at her, her own eyes angry now. Faith stops, clenching her jaw. Fuck she wants to hit her, but the last thing she needs is another assault charge. That, and Trish is the only one who serves her in this bar.
Priorities.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, okay?” Faith snaps. Best she’s getting as an apology.
“We’re even now,” Trish tells her seriously. They both look at each other for a long time. Faith glares at her, but her eyes sweep down her naked body regardless, making the blonde smirk.
“You still want to fuck me.”
“I still want to punch you.”
“Yeah but you still want to fuck me too,” Trish says with a smirk. Faith’s eyes flash and she pushes her back against the wall, but presses herself up against her just as quickly.
“Yeah well, I’m a bit fucked up in the head,” Faith tells her, her hands wandering up to her breasts.
“Mmm…” Trish moans, closing her eyes and pressing her lower body into Faith. “Yeah, you are.” She bites her bottom lip and looks at her as Faith cups her breasts roughly and her lips find her neck again. “But I like it…” she purrs, right before Faith gives her the best angry sex of her life.
GO TO PART NINE
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta: supershineygirl
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Buffy/Faith
Word Length Thus Far: 65,161 words
Timeline: *** AU *** Welcome to me screwing with canon for my own pleasure. Buffy and Faith aren't slayers (yet), Buffy grew up in Sunnydale all her life and is the picture of popularity. Faith moved to Sunnydale eight months ago with her mother and is befriended by only Willow and Xander. I take liberties with canon events and facts and twist them to mold to my needs, you'll learn to either love or hate me for it, I'm sure.
Summary: All her life, Faith struggled with being a nobody. Then suddenly she's hit with the revelation that she's a potential Slayer, and that she and another girl that she's always despised are just pawns in the game of destiny, fate, and maybe even the end of the world...
A/N: Hold onto your hats, boys and girls. This will be one LONG ride...
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Super Creeptastic Stalker Boy
The first thing Faith did when she got to school was stroll through the library doors, figuring she might as well get Giles lecture about duty and destiny over with. She knows it was wrong to ignore him, but she had a reason, damnit. Not like that one worked out very well either though with Buffy showing up at her freakin’ door.
Sometimes she doesn’t know why she tries. Seriously.
“Ah, Faith,” Giles says noticing her arrival. He hurriedly put away some books he was leafing through to give her his attention. “I-”
Faith puts up her hand. “I know, I know. Duty and destiny. I shoulda been here, I’m a fuck up, I got it.”
“What?” Giles asks, confused for a moment. He blinks. “Oh, yes, quite right. Not to you being a… well, I was regarding that you weren’t here. But I do understand why you chose not to show.”
Faith blinks. “You do?”
Giles sighs a little, taking off his glasses to clean them with a handkerchief. “Faith, I must apologize for my behavior lately. I know it may seem that I’ve been favoring Buffy over you because she is the Slayer, but that isn’t true.”
Faith just stares at him.
“I’ve been thoughtless towards your feelings in all of this. I know you have the utmost desire to become Chosen and Buffy being around can’t be easy for you.” He replaces his glasses, giving her a small smile before he puts a hand on her shoulder. “But I am very proud of you, Faith. You are a very strong willed young woman and you have been dealing with this situation a lot better than I would have expected. If you do become the Slayer one day, I dare say that the Powers would have chosen very wisely.”
To say Faith is surprised would be the understatement of the century. She’s shocked like hell, but it makes her feel good and she smiles big. “Thanks, G.”
Faith never actually realized how much she needed to hear him say that until right then. Yeah, she’s been a moody bitch for the last couple of days, she’s had a lot of shit she’s had to deal with, but most of it has been aimed at Buffy, or hell, just about Buffy. It’s really fuckin’ annoying how so quickly Faith’s life seems to revolve around one small, annoying, sexy, irritating little blonde.
Yeah, she realizes the word sexy slipped in there. Whatever.
Point? She’s been so fucked up over Buffy and how angry she’s been making her that she didn’t even realize that Giles was pissing her off too, mainly because it’s been about how he’s been with Buffy and, well, when you throw Buffy in the mix it’s apparently all that she can focus on.
There should be medication for this type of problem.
“That’s so romantic,” Willow says wistfully as she comes into the library with Buffy. She’s got this far away dreamy look in her eye and Buffy’s smiling shyly. It makes Faith’s eyebrow arch up and not in the curious way.
“I dunno Will, I mean he-” then she stops as she takes one look at Faith and falls silent.
“No no, B. Don’t stop on account of me. Let’s all hear about your new Mr. Wonderful,” Faith says, annoyance in her voice for a reason she probably doesn’t want to analyze. Buffy blushes and mumbles something to the floor.
“Since this conversation doesn’t pertain to me, I’m going to-” Giles starts, but is interrupted by Willow.
“Buffy met some guy in the graveyard last night, a-all dark and mysterious and heroic,” Willow tells Faith, her mind clearly off in some lame romantic movie scenario.
“There was a man out while you were patrolling?” Giles asks Buffy, obviously now including himself in the conversation.
“He… well, I mean, I was fighting these three vampires last night and everything was good. I was kicking butt, they were going poof, but then one of them got the upper hand and-”
“And all of a sudden this big, handsome man comes out of nowhere and saves her!” Willow interrupts, excited.
“I wouldn’t say ‘saved me’,” Buffy says, a little too defensively. “I totally had it under control. He just… helped out when one vampire got a little too up close and personal with my neck.”
“Buffy, who was this man?” Giles asks, sounding concerned.
Buffy looks annoyed. “Thank you, Giles. I’m fine,” she says sarcastically.
Giles looks flustered. “Sorry. You’re… alright?”
“As much as can be expected. I have a couple cracked ribs though. I think that merits a cookie, don’t you?” Buffy asks with a smirk.
“I could wrap your ribs if-”
“When I got injured Merrick used to give me cookies to make me feel better,” Buffy says with a pout, but the tone in her voice is all bullshit and she looks amused. Her super healing has already kicked in and she obviously can barely feel them anymore. Giles sighs.
“Yeah G, I think we should get cookies when we get our ass kicked,” Faith says, smirking at how frustrated Giles is getting by the sarcastic comments.
“Since your ribs don’t seem to be in any kind of deliberating condition… the man?” Giles asks, trying to switch the subject. “Are you saying he is aware of the supernatural occurrences that go on at night in Sunnydale?”
“Well he wasn’t wigged by the vamps in dire need of a facial, no.”
“Did he say anything?”
Buffy shrugs, leaning against the counter next to Faith. Faith tries not to look at her. “I said thanks, asked him who he was. He said it wasn’t important and that I should be more careful. I can’t believe he had the nerve to lecture me after he was the one being all super creeptastic stalker boy.”
“Yeah, sounds real romantic, B. Wish I had a stalker,” Faith says dryly. Buffy looks over at her before rolling her eyes a little bit.
“Willow was the one who said it was romantic.”
“I-It is! Don’t you think it is, Faith? I mean he’s all dark and mysterious, coming out only in times to save the pretty girl from the monsters…” she’s doing the whole dreamy faraway look again.
“I’m a dyke, Red. Ain’t lookin’ for no prince to come save my ass, that’s for damn sure.”
Willow gives her a disapproving look at her vile choice of word regarding her sexuality.
“Hey! So totally wasn’t in need of saving here! And it was only once. And yes he may be… dark and mysterious and very… attractive, but missing the big picture here: he knew my name,” Buffy says.
“He knew your name?” Giles says, sounding alarmed.
“Another point in the stalker column,” Faith states.
The library doors open again and Xander strolls in, looking at the four of them. “Hey guys, what’d I miss?” he asks, seeing the mixed looks on all of their faces.
“B’s got herself a stalker.”
Xander’s eyes go wide.
“He’s not my-!” Buffy starts to protest, but finishes with, “Ugh. Whatever. Besides, he said I’d probably never see him again anyway.”
“Yeah, cause he’s hiding out in the bushes behind your house lookin’ through your bedroom window while he jacks himself off.”
“Ew!” Buffy exclaims in horror and slaps Faith’s arm. Hard.
“OW! Fuck, B!”
“Sorry.” She doesn’t sound very sorry, so Faith turns around and punches her in the arm. Buffy barely even flinches, but she does glare at her.
“Girls, please,” Giles says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Buffy, it concerns me that there is an unknown man out there that not only knows your name but also knows of the on goings in Sunnydale at night.”
“He didn’t give me the wiggins though,” Buffy tells him. “I mean, I can kind of feel when people or things are… bad.”
“You can? You never told me that. I need to write that down later. Will you stay after class and explain it to me in depth?” Giles asks, going into geek mode as he gets his diary or whatever the hell it is. Buffy sighs, knowing she opened the door to that mess.
“Sure,” she says, defeated. “Why not? I don’t have a life.”
“So let me get this straight…” Xander starts, looking at Buffy. “Some guy knows your name, knows about demons, and is hiding under out behind your bushes and you don’t think that screams restraining order?”
“Oh! Oh my god!” Willow exclaims, starting everyone. “Faith! Cordelia! What are you-”
“Faith’s fine, Cordelia dropped the charges, and Xander he isn’t hiding out behind my house!” Buffy exclaims, annoyed.
“That you know of,” Faith says with a smirk. It warrants another slap to her arm to which Faith retaliates with another punch, making her forget about asking Buffy how she knows that Cordelia dropped them, and why. “Fuck, if you bruised me I’m going to kill you.”
“Hey, I slapped you and you punched me!” Buffy defends.
“You’re stronger than I am!”
“Girls!” Giles exclaims. “Please stop. And Faith, what is this about charges being filed against you?” He sounds angry, in that disappointed father type tone that Faith hates. She promptly looks at the ground and mumbles something to her shoes.
“Translation: Faith assaulted Cordelia at the Bronze on Friday,” Buffy says. Faith looks up and shoots her a glare.
“What are you, aiming for fuckin’ brownie points now?”
“Faith!” Giles exclaims, even angrier now. “We’ve talked about this! Violence isn’t the answer to everything. That was a terribly reckless thing for you to do. There are more important things at stake now than your teenage ego.” Faith looks embarrassed. She hates when he lectures her, especially in front of everyone.
“That’s what I said,” Buffy says, with a little ‘ha’ look on her face. Faith looks at her dangerously.
“You’re fuckin’ askin’ for it, Blondie.”
“What are you going to do?” Buffy says, amused by her threat.
“Buffy, stop taunting Faith. You know she has anger issues and we have also already discussed you fueling them. I would appreciate if you, both of you, could be more mature,” Giles says. Now Buffy looks embarrassed for being lectured too. Faith looks amused that for once she isn’t taking all the heat.
“Ohhh, someone’s in trouble,” Xander taunts under his breath, amused, and both Buffy and Faith shoot him a look that could kill and he falls silent, stepping back behind Willow for protection.
Willow rolls her eyes and shoves him lightly.
“Moving on,” Giles says, looking at them all like he was daring for any one of them to start acting out again. “This man… he didn’t tell you his name, correct?”
“Nope. He just kinda swooped in, helped make the bumps in the night become less bumpy, was all ‘man of few words’, then left.”
“Well, keep an eye out for him, will you? He may be a white hat but he could also be something else, and that’s what concerns me.”
“Like a pimple?” Xander asks, confused.
“White hat not white head,” Willow explains. “M-Meaning he could be one of the good guys.”
“Oh.”
Faith snickers. Giles looks at Xander like he should study more.
“Right. Anyway, girls, after school today we’ll be training with the crossbow. And Faith, this time, please try not to impale my bookshelves.”
Buffy laughs and Faith throws her a look. “Hey, some of us don’t come equipped with freakishly good aim.”
“Be that as it may, I know once you set your mind to something you can accomplish it,” Giles tells her. “I am also hoping that you can learn these feats quickly, seeing as I would like to take you out slaying with Buffy one night.”
Faith’s eyes go wide and she gets excited. “Really?!”
“Yes, really. Though you are not a Slayer, I think it would be wise to prepare you in battle, and with Buffy and I there to help I think it would be much safer than if you had to learn on a whim under surprise circumstances,” Giles tells her.
“Maybe you can stake your first vampire,” Buffy says with a smile, suddenly warming up to her. That’s one thing Faith doesn’t get about Buffy. They can be bickering one minute and the next she’s all… wanting to be friend-type whatever girl.
Faith idly remembers when she was trying to convince Buffy that hating each other would be better. Obviously that plan got shot to hell and back.
“Hey, I’ve staked one already,” Faith defends. “The one that freaked you out wicked bad when you were still a Slayer wannabe, actually.”
“How do you know about that?” Buffy asks, horrified. Then she rounds on Giles accusingly, pointing. “How does she know about that?”
The bell rings.
“Ah, the bell,” Giles says, avoiding the question as he busies himself. “You all should be off to class.”
Faith was about to say something like ‘saved by the bell’, but realizes how cheesy that sounds before she opened her mouth, thankfully.
* * *
“Faith!”
“I got it!” Faith yells back, trying to fend off the vampire who has her back pressed against a tombstone, leaning over it as his fangs are descending towards her neck. She pushes him off of her, gets in one good punch, but ends up back where she started as he launches at her again. She can feel his fangs brush her neck and she fights with all her strength to put some distance between them but she’s slowly losing the battle. “I don’t got it!” she screams.
“Buffy!” Giles calls out.
Buffy quickly stakes her vampire and turns to the one that’s got Faith almost seeing her life flash before her eyes (fuck that’s a depressing sight) and within a second all that’s left of the snarling monster is dust in the wind. Buffy’s standing over her, stake in her hand, looking really worried, maybe almost scared.
“Jeez, B, who died? Lighten up,” Faith says, coughing a bit at the fragments of vamp dust in the air as she gets herself off of the tomb. But Buffy’s face is masked in anger now and she pushes her back.
“Don’t tell me you ‘got it’ when you don’t! You could have been killed!”
“Hey!” Faith exclaims, furious at being pushed, but Giles stops her from retaliating by stepping between them.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for one night…” he tries, but Faith is still pissed that she got shoved.
“What the fuck is your problem, B?!”
“You’re my problem! Do you have some sort of death wish?!”
“Girls!” Giles exclaims, exasperated. “Please. Buffy, calm down, Faith wasn’t hurt. And Faith, Buffy’s right, you were careless. You became cocky once you found that you had the upper hand and it prevented you from noticing the rock that you so gracefully stumbled over.” He narrows his eyes at her.
It had been two weeks since the Giles brought up training Faith in the field, and tonight was her first night out. Everything seemed to be going well - she staked one vamp with Buffy’s help, another without, and damn, one mishap and people gotta jump all over her ass? There shouldn’t be random rocks jutting out all over the place in a damn cemetery anyway. Aren’t there caretakers for that sort of crap?
“I can’t do this, Giles. I can’t have her out here with me when I’m patrolling. I can’t be do my job if I’m worrying about her!”
“Fuck you, Blondie. Waste your worry on someone else. I got this.”
Buffy scoffs. “Yeah, because you looked like you ‘got it’ when you were about to become a tasty midnight snack.”
Faith leers at her, just to make her uncomfortable. “Bet you’d love to know how I taste, wouldn’t you?” Buffy flushes beat red.
Embarrassing Buffy has been Faith’s new favorite game these last couple of weeks. She figures that way she can get out her sexual attraction to her without resorting to screwing everything up by trying to fuck her.
Yeah, she can admit now that she’s sexually attracted to Buffy. Liquor may have played a role in everything that one night, but if Buffy was busted lookin’ then it wouldn’t have happened in the first place no matter how much she drank. So yeah, she can admit she’s hot and yeah she can admit that a sexual scenario involving her wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing in the world. Not that she has any plans to do any of that though, hence trying to get out her attraction in different ways.
Plus, embarrassing her is just fun.
“Faith, that was… inappropriate,” Giles stutters.
Oh, right, Giles is here too.
“Habit,” Faith mumbles as a response. And it is; her responses have become almost second nature now.
Giles clears his throat and adjusts his glasses in that way he always does when he’s uncomfortable and tries to change the subject. “Buffy, Faith needs to learn how to operate in the field. You also need to learn how to operate when there is someone’s life in danger other than your own.”
Buffy just folds her arms into herself, but she says nothing.
“We’ll try this again tomorrow night,” Giles tells them. “In the meantime, Faith, please practice those exercises I taught you to become more aware of your surroundings and Buffy, I’m not sure if you were attempting Uchi Uke or Soto Uke but regardless, both need work.”
“I thought it was the… the… Gretchen? No, Genten? Goodan!… Balai,” Buffy says, sounding confused and pulling the biggest ‘dumb blonde’ look Faith thinks she’s ever seen her have. Worst part? Buffy’s completely serious.
Giles sighs. “In that case, a lot of work.”
Buffy huffs and rolls her eyes. “I should get points for just remembering the name.”
“It was the Geden Barai,” Giles says flatly.
“Oh. Oops.”
Faith snickers and Buffy slaps her on the arm, which makes Faith retaliate with a punch. It seems to be a ritual of some kind now. Giles has learned to ignore it.
“Well,” he says, looking at Faith as she rubs her shoulder where Buffy hit, scowling. “Would you both like a ride home?”
“Nah, I’m like five minutes from here. I’ll walk,” Faith tells him. Walking is good for her; gives her time to clear her head and center herself and all that weird yoga crap Giles spews on about. She might mock it, but it does do her some good, regardless.
“I’ll walk you home!” Buffy exclaims, way too enthusiastically, which she seems to be aware of when she flushes. Faith cocks an eyebrow.
“What, you hopin’ to walk me to my door and get a goodnight kiss, Twinkie?” Faith asks with a smirk. Buffy flushes an even deeper red and says:
“No, I was just… I mean it’s night and you can’t walk by yourself. It’s not safe…”
“Think I can handle five minutes on my own, B.”
“No, Buffy’s right, Faith,” Giles says, looking at her pointedly. “If you’d like to walk I would prefer it if you had company.”
“Well I’d prefer if I didn’t.”
“Faith,” Giles says flatly, the tone indicating he’s not to be argued with. Faith rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Fine.”
It’s been like this for the last two weeks - Buffy trying to spend some time with her. At first Faith didn’t get it, but now she’s starting to realize that maybe Buffy has some kind of crush on her.
Yeah, seriously. It fucked with her head too and she’s used to people falling all over themselves around her. She just didn’t think one of them would be Buffy.
Which, while normally that wouldn’t be an issue - she’d fuck the bitch, fun would be had by all, then she’d kick her out the next morning - the thing is, A) Buffy still hasn’t admitted she’s gay yet, is still outright denying it, actually, and B) Faith can’t exactly get some, get gone with her.
Buffy thinks she’s just trying to be a friend, Faith gets that, and because of that that it’s just too damn complicated. They still fight all the time, and it still weirds Faith out that she kinda likes it. Really likes it, actually. It’s screwed up. There’s just too many fuckin’ weird feelings involving Buffy and Faith would rather let it be than try to dissect something she can’t handle.
Faith doesn’t date. She just doesn’t. And that’s all Buffy is; she’s relationship girl. Not that she’d even admit that she wants one with Faith to begin with though. But all of this? It’s like out of a freakin’ movie. Buffy has all the big neon, flashing sign of “smitten” over her head. Faith’s seen it before but this is the first time she’s trying to push the smitten person away just because, for so many fuckin’ reasons, sleeping with Buffy would not be smart.
Not that every inch of her body isn’t screaming for her to do it though.
But Buffy would get attached if she did that; Faith knows it. She doesn’t want the attachment and she definitely doesn’t need it. She can’t fuck her then ignore her. She has to see this girl every single day, has to train with her every single day and it’s just… really not worth all the headaches just for an orgasm.
Besides, to even get to that point Buffy would have to admit to herself that she’s gay and that doesn’t look like it’s gonna be happening any time soon.
Giles says goodnight and leaves the two of them alone. They just look at each other for moment. Buffy’s still blushing a little bit and Faith is starting to find it endearing so she decides now would be the time to turn around and start heading towards her motel room without a word. Buffy follows for a little while in silence; the two of them just walking side by side.
Finally Buffy says quietly, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“S’Fine.”
“I was just scared. I can’t… I mean I can’t have anyone else… die. It’s just…” she looks away and folds her arms into herself, distress on her face as she thinks about how she lost Merrick. It still haunts her, Faith can see that, and it’s why she lets it go.
“I get it.”
Buffy nods a little, looking at the ground for a minute before her gaze comes back up to land on Faith’s profile. Faith doesn’t look at her or say anything for a little bit. But then she asks, “Why did Cordelia drop the charges, B?” It’s asked quietly… and like she already knows the answer. Cordelia hasn’t so much as glanced at Faith since then and every time she sees her with Buffy she high tails it the other way.
“I…” Buffy starts, then falls silent, looking embarrassed again. “She just… did.”
“And you had nothin’ to do with that?” Faith asks her, again like she already knows the answer.
“I… may have helped her come to that decision,” Buffy admits quietly, then shrugs, looking self conscious. “Why does it matter? That was weeks ago.”
“Just wonderin’ what you said to make her scared like hell of ya,” Faith asks with a smirk. She looks at Buffy and the blonde looks back at her shyly, giggling a little.
“Nothing, I swear.”
“So it was a physical demonstration then?” Faith asks, her smirk widening. Buffy looks a little guilty, but a little proud of herself too. She shrugs noncommittally.
“It was weeks ago,” she repeats.
“So you said.”
They come to the motel room and stop outside of Faith’s door, both girls looking at each other like they don’t know what comes next. “It was… I mean I just… I didn’t want you to…” Buffy stutters, trying to find the words.
“You were lookin’ out,” Faith answers for her.
“Yeah,” she says quietly.
“Told ya I didn’t need ya to fight my battles.”
“I know… but I just…”
Buffy looks so embarrassed, but so fuckin’… damnit, she hates using this word but she’s gonna say it: cute. It makes Faith smile a little, but only a little. She nudges her softly with her shoulder. “Don’t do it again,” she tells her, but it’s not threatening or mean, just… soft.
“Promise,” Buffy says, looking up at her, and somehow her eyelashes looked a whole lot thicker and making her eyes look so much more… vulnerable. Faith feels the butterflies run rampant through her stomach and they both just look at each other for a little while. Buffy’s breathing has changed slightly from being in such close proximity to Faith. Faith knows she needs to move… now.
She can’t move.
“I guess I should…” Buffy starts quietly, indicating leaving. She doesn’t move for a minute though. Faith nods though, finally, and Buffy swallows a little before turning to leave.
Then Faith does something stupid.
“Buffy,” she calls out softly. Buffy turns around to face Faith and she reaches out for the Slayer, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards her. Faith’s lips meet Buffy’s without a moment for either of them to really think, igniting sparks right through her every inch of her body. Buffy’s eyes go wide at first from the shock of Faith just kissing her like that, but she quickly melts into her, the grip that she has on Faith’s hand tightening just a little bit. It isn’t anything big, grand, or even fuckin’ sexy for that matter. It was just a soft kiss, pretty chaste, and Faith ended it as quickly as it started once she got her head back on her shoulders.
“Owed you a goodnight kiss,” Faith says with a smirk as she pulled away, trying like hell to not make it into a big deal and show how uncomfortable she is right now. Why the fuck did she just do that? Way to lead a bitch on, moron.
“I-I, uh…” Buffy stutters, lost for words. Faith takes that as her cue to leave.
“See ya tomorrow,” Faith says, backing up probably much too quickly towards her door, going into her motel room and leaving Buffy still standing there, stuttering, still trying to find words. Faith closes the door and leans against it, letting out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
What the hell did she just do?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Almost is Never Enough
Faith has gone over it and over it in her head for the past week, but she still can’t figure out why, for the fuckin’ life of her, she kissed Buffy.
And it wasn’t even like she made out with her. That she’d understand more than what did happen. She can write making out with someone off on her overactive hormones. No, instead she kissed her like… like… like what? Like she mattered or something, outside of just… sex.
Not that Buffy matters with sex; she’s decided she can never go there but that still doesn’t change how much of a mind fuck it was for her… and for Buffy.
They’ve barely looked at each other all week.
They both have been trying to act normal, like nothing happened. They’re still bantering and fighting and whatever the hell else they do but they can’t keep eye contact for more than a few seconds before it starts to get awkward.
Well, until they got drunk, which is where they’re at right now.
Another night at the Bronze; Faith, Buffy, Willow and Xander are hanging out on the couches, getting drunk and having fun. Buffy and Faith are sitting on opposite couches which has been something they’ve been doing since the… incident. Buffy used to be all over her, used to always try to find an excuse to be near her in some way but ever since then she’s been trying like hell to get some distance between them. Faith doesn’t blame her and in all honesty is glad for the space.
She’s replayed the night over and over in her mind and she still can’t figure out what made her pull Buffy back to her. She knows it was a feeling but she’s not sure which one or what it even meant; she just knew she wanted to kiss her and so she did.
One of the top ten stupidest things she’s ever done, that’s for sure.
The liquor seems to be making the space become smaller and smaller though, because with each passing drink they seem to be warming up to each other again. First it was the staring, there was a lot of staring involved on both parts. Buffy was wearing this short, plaid purple dress with her hair pinned up and she looked fuckin’ beautiful. Her legs seemed to go for miles and Faith couldn’t help herself from looking.
Faith, like always, looked halfway between a biker and a stripper and Buffy’s eyes kept fixing on her cleavage which was spilling out of her shirt. Faith caught her looking at one point and smirked at her, making Buffy blush. She didn’t look away though; she looked her right in the eyes and smiled a little. That’s how Faith knows it’s the liquor. Sober, even without all the awkwardness, Buffy would have looked away and pretended it never happened.
“Faith? Faith? Earth to Faith,” Xander says, interrupting her checking Buffy out with a wave of his hand in front of her eyes. She scowls and slaps it away and he laughs. “You alive in there?”
“Do I look like I’m alive?” Faith retorts, tearing her gaze away from Buffy to look at her friend.
“Well you do look a little flushed,” he says and smirks. She narrows her eyes and smacks his leg… hard.
“Ow!”
Buffy giggles.
“Faith, stop abusing Xander,” Willow mockingly scolds her. Faith smirks as Xander rubs his leg like he’s been fatally wounded and she turns to Willow.
“Why, is that your job?”
“I would never,” she responds, mockingly serious. A little smile peeks out though and Faith laughs.
“Lies, all lies,” Xander responds. He keeps rubbing his leg. “Ow, Faith. You need to stop eating your vegetables.”
“I don’t eat vegetables.”
“Then you just need to stop eating. Cause ow.”
“Stop bein’ a pussy, it wasn’t that hard,” Faith says with an eye roll as she picks up her drink, sipping on it as she leans back on the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table.
“I think you broke me.”
Willow sighs, but seems amused. She gets up, holding out her hand to Xander. “Come on; let’s go see if the bartender has an icepack.” Xander takes her hand and lets her help him up and he hobbles for effect. Faith rolls her eyes again but laughs a little.
“Thank you, Willow,” he says, then shoots Faith a look. “At least someone cares.” He smirks though and she flips him off. She can hear him still chuckling as the two of them make their way over to the bar.
Man, he’s a piece of work, that’s for sure.
Faith suddenly feels weight on the couch next to her and she turns, looking back to see Buffy sitting next to her now. Faith smirks a little and situates herself on the couch so she’s facing Buffy, curling one leg in towards herself as she props her head up by leaning her elbow on the back of the couch, letting her hair spill down nicely around her shoulders. “How may I service you today?” she asks with a smirk.
Yeah, she’s a little drunk. But she didn’t really think that Buffy would come over to her, so she’s getting back some control in a situation that feels a bit out of her control. Even drunk, things were still weird. Or at least they were supposed to be.
Buffy giggles a little, looking down before her eyes flicker back up and connect with hers. She bites on her lower lip softly. “I think I’m drunk,” she tells her in a whisper, like it’s some grand secret.
“Gettin’ that,” Faith says, amused.
“But… because I’m drunk, I think I want to ask you something,” she goes on, and her eyes look down and she picks at the small space between them on couch a little.
“You think, huh?” Faith teases, watching her become shy all of a sudden. It makes her smile, despite herself. But she’s afraid Buffy’s going to ask her about the kiss finally, so she doesn’t tell her to go ahead.
Not that Buffy needed the go ahead.
“When…” she starts, looking self conscious all of a sudden. She takes a breath and looks up at her again, moving in a little closer, but enough for the position to become a little more intimate. “When you… came out… what was it like?”
Faith blinks. She wasn’t expecting that. “When I came outta the closet?”
“Yeah.”
Faith shrugs a little. “I dunno.” Buffy gives her a look and Faith sighs. “I guess it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it was gonna be. Everyone always talks about how people fuckin’ hate you and shit, but that didn’t happen for me. My Mum was supportive and that’s all I really gave a shit about.” Buffy nods a little, making little patterns on the couch with her finger. “Why?” Faith asks softly.
She knows why, but she’s still asking.
“I was just… curious,” Buffy avoids, not looking at her. She takes a breath and picks at the couch some more. “How did you know you were… you know.”
“A lesbian?” Faith asks, filling in the blanks for her.
“Yeah.”
“It’s just something you know, I can’t explain it. I just knew I liked chicks,” Faith tells her. She runs her fingers through her hair and she can see Willow and Xander start to walk towards them out of her peripheral vision. But they stop, looking at the two of them and Willow smiles a little before taking Xander’s arm and leading him away.
Faith’s not sure if she’s glad for it or pissed that they aren’t interrupting whatever this is.
Buffy doesn’t seem to notice them though; she’s still staring at the couch. There’s silence for a little while before she looks up at her again and it makes Faith very aware of the lack of space between the two of them. “Why did you kiss me?” she asks softly.
Cue brain screeching to a halt.
“It didn’t mean nothin’,” Faith says quickly; the first thing she can think of.
“It didn’t?” Faith can’t tell if Buffy is glad or upset by that.
“Nah, Twinkie. I didn’t stick my tongue down your throat, did I? That woulda meant something,” Faith says, smirking. She feels wicked uncomfortable though and she thinks it’s starting to show. She goes to move away from her on the couch, just get some space between them, but Buffy grabs her arm, stilling her.
“Kiss me again,” she requests suddenly.
Whoa. What?
“What?” Faith asks, pretty sure she didn’t hear her right. She must be drunker than she thought… or Buffy’s drunker than she thought.
Buffy licks her lips nervously, obviously the first request coming out easier than her trying to repeat it. “You didn’t… kiss me properly last time,” she tries, looking a little scared of what she’s doing and how Faith’s going to react to it.
Faith blinks, her hear starting to pound in her chest so damn loud that she can barely hear the music anymore. “There’s a proper way to kiss you now?” Faith asks, hoping how nervous she sounds isn’t showing in her voice. She’s never been nervous around another woman in her life before Buffy and it’s… fucked up.
“I just… I need to see if…” Buffy tries, but starts to get really embarrassed and she sighs, taking her hand off of Faith. “Nevermind,” she mumbles, her face turning bright red and looking a little dejected.
“…B, we’re drunk,” Faith tells her. “This ain’t a good idea. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” Buffy mumbles. She won’t look at her now and Faith hates that. Shit, she hates liquor. All it does is tear her fuckin’ walls down and leaves her… this. She wants to kiss her, so fucking badly she can barely stand it and she knows that’s gonna fuck with her head later whether she actually does or not.
“I mean, you’re sexy and everything, but it’s just a bad idea. I don’t go half on anything,” Faith tries. She needs her to get that if she kisses her she might not be able to stop. She’s drunk and she’s already horny and she knows Buffy ain’t ready for all that. Buffy smiles a little, finally looking at her.
“You think I’m sexy?” she asks softly.
“I got eyes,” Faith answers honestly. Buffy purses her lips together and then smiles again, looking down. Alright, Faith made her happy, job well done. Now maybe they can forget about the whole kiss thing and hopefully never bring it up again.
They’re both quiet for a little while before Buffy takes Faith’s hand in hers. “Come to the bathroom with me?” she requests. Faith raises an eyebrow at her.
“Why?”
“Because girls go to the bathroom in pairs, silly,” she says with a smile as she gets up, tugging Faith to stand up next to her. “Come on.”
Faith relents, though only because Buffy’s holding onto her hand in a death grip like she’s afraid Faith’s going to let go while she pulls her over to the bathroom. They walk inside just as two girls walk out. Buffy pulls her over to the mirror and grabs her purse, digging through it. Faith still doesn’t get why she’s here as she watches Buffy put on some cherry lip gloss.
“B, as fun as this is…” Faith tries, attempting to get away but Buffy grabs her hand and pulls her back to her, keeping her there. She turns so her back is against the sink and she pulls Faith over to stand in front of her, almost pressed against her. She doesn’t let go of her hand.
“Can we make a deal?” she asks her.
Faith is hyperaware of Buffy’s body pressed against hers and all she can think about is throwing Buffy into one of the stalls and fucking the hell out of her. “Deal?” she asks, distracted.
Fucking liquor.
“Yeah…” Buffy starts, quietly. “I mean like… anything that happens tonight we can just… pretend it never happened.” She tightens her grip on Faith’s hand, not wanting her to leave.
Faith doesn’t like where this conversation is going. Or maybe she really likes it. Fuck, she’s confused.
“B…”
“I’m drunk and… and I think I should… try something. I mean I’m confused and I know tomorrow I’ll freak out but I can blame the alcohol and you can blame me and we can never speak about it again,” she says quickly.
“Buffy, I don’t…”
But the bathroom door opens and a couple more girls come inside and Buffy lets go of Faith’s hand quickly, looking embarrassed. She steps away from her and looks at herself in the mirror, pretending to be busy fixing her hair. Yeah, see, and this is why it’s bad idea. Little Ms Closet Case is still freaking, drunk or not.
But Buffy turns and walks into one of the stalls. Faith can see her reflection in the mirror and she pauses, looking out for anyone that could see. When she knows Faith is the only one who can see her, she motions for her to go in there with her.
This is such a bad idea.
Faith shakes her head no, warning her, but Buffy doesn’t listen. She’s drunk and in her own little world and she does the one thing she knows is gonna make Faith bolt right over there: she licks her bottom lip seductively and runs her hand up her thigh, hiking her dress up so much that one more inch she’d be able to see her panties.
Oh, fuck this. This isn’t fair.
Faith turns around quickly, finding herself in the stall with Buffy in a blink of an eye. The door bangs closed behind them and Faith locks it before she presses Buffy up against the wall, making the older girl gasp softly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Faith demands softly, suddenly finding her hand sliding up Buffy’s exposed thigh. Buffy seems to have trouble breathing but she wraps her arms around Faith and pulls her closer to her.
“I don’t know,” she tells her breathlessly, honestly. Their lips are too damn close to each other and Faith knows everything is about to fuckin’ explode in her face but she can’t move away from her. “But I need you to… I need you to kiss me like you mean it….”
“I’m not gonna be able to stop,” Faith warns her, the desire running beneath her skin like fire already. She’s trying to control it but obviously she isn’t doing such a bang up job, what with their current position and everything.
“I’ll stop you,” she promises.
“That’s fucked up.” That’s a whole box of fucked up, actually.
“Please Faith…” Buffy begs softly, leaning her head in more so that if one of them moves even a fraction of an inch their lips will be touching. Faith can feel Buffy’s short, hot bursts of breath against her sensitive flesh and it’s driving her insane with lust. She’s not gonna be able to hold out much longer and Buffy can see that.
“We shouldn’t,” Faith tries, one last time. One last feeble fucking attempt that she knows is pointless by this point. Her fingers are trailing up the back of Buffy’s thigh and the Slayer’s breath hitches in her throat as she brushes her lips over Faith’s, making the younger girl close her eyes and have the biggest battle of wills she thinks she’s ever had in her life.
She wants to kiss her so bad, wants to fuck her so bad but there’s still the logical part of her that knows it would be fucking stupid.
“You make me feel things,” Buffy breathes out against her lips as her hands slide up Faith’s chest (which makes Faith slam her hand against the wall to control herself) and up further until they’re tangled in her hair. She’s gonna lose it in five… “Every time you look at me it feels like I’m on fire,” Buffy tells her quietly.
Four.
“I’m not gay,” Buffy continues softly, but runs her fingers down over her neck.
Three.
“But I still want to… I need to see if…” She’s breathing heavily against her lips now and Faith swears her brain is about to implode.
Two.
“Faith I… I think I need you to touch me…”
‘One’ explodes in her face from that sentence.
“Faith? Buffy?”
Oh fucking hell!
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she pushes Faith off of her, putting some much needed space between them at the sound of Willow’s voice.
“Yeah, Red?” Faith asks, trying to keep her voice even and her breathing under control. Buffy looks like she’s about to burst from the sexual tension and Faith’s right along with her.
“Is Buffy in there with you?”
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she moves her hands to signal no. Faith smirks and says, “Yeah.” Buffy slaps her arm hard and Faith winces. “Ow, B! Damnit!”
“What are you guys doing?” Willow asks, suspicion in her voice.
“We were just talking,” Buffy says quickly. “Working out our differences, you know. We fight all the time and that’s… bad. So we’re trying to… not. Fight, that is. We don’t want to fight. Uh, we’ll be out in a second.”
Yeah, cause that was smooth.
“Alright… well, I’ll see you guys out there,” Willow says, her voice still filled with suspicion. They hear her walk away and the door close behind her and both Buffy and Faith release a breath of relief, though probably for two very different reasons.
Faith has no idea where the hell they stand now that they’ve been interrupted. A large part of her still wants to take her, own her, but now that she has some air and some space to think she’s pretty sure they shouldn’t make this worse than it already is.
“Everything that happened… everything I… said…,” Buffy starts, still breathing a bit heavily but looking really embarrassed at the same time. She seems to have started to come to her senses. “It… it never happened.”
Faith looks at her for a moment before agreeing, “Okay.” Because hell, it’ll stop some really fucked up sober conversation later and that’s always a plus.
“We don’t talk about it, ever,” Buffy tells her, clarifying to make sure Faith gets it. “I mean I… I think I’ll freak out.” Faith’s pretty damn sure she agrees with that at least.
“S’Cool. Already forgotten.”
Buffy nods, walking towards the stall door. She unlocks it, opening it before she stops and turns back to her. “Thanks,” she says softly. She gives her a little embarrassed half smile before she walks away, leaving Faith in there.
Faith bangs her head back against the stall wall. She’s in hell.
Now she’s horny as fuck too. This is so fucking cruel. In what twisted, fucked up universe is any of this fair? Really. Faith sighs in annoyance and hits the stall door to open it, making it bang against the wall as she practically stomps out. She’s flushed, her clit is throbbing, and all she can fucking think about is sex. Damnit. She knew coming in here would be a bad idea. She seriously needs to learn some more self control. Either that or Buffy does.
When she comes out she stops, seeing Buffy in the corner talking to a man. She raises an eyebrow and folds her arms across her chest, watching them for a minute. She feels Willow come up next to her and she asks without taking her eyes off the two of them, “Who’s that?”
Willow looks over to see what Faith’s staring at. “Ohh! I-I think that’s-!” she says excitedly, but doesn’t finish her sentence.
“Who?”
“Angel,” she says, looking at him like he’s the most fascinating man on this earth. Who the fuck is Angel?”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Hey guys,” Xander says, coming up to them with a smirk on his face as he looks at Faith. “You were gone long,” he says pointedly.
“Nothin’ happened,” Faith answers honestly, but distracted. The guy just put his hand on Buffy’s arm, coaxing her over to a corner before he starts speaking to her seriously. He doesn’t move his hand and Faith can feel her blood start boiling. “Who the fuck is Angel?” she repeats.
“Who?” Xander asks, then realizes Faith’s not looking at them. He follows her line of sight and sees Buffy and the man. “Who’s that with Buffy?”
“What I’m trying to figure out,” Faith says, then looks at Willow who looks guilty.
“I… I d-don’t think I should say…” she stutters a little, obviously wrong to have brought it up in the first place.
“Red, don’t fuck around.”
“I… I don’t know if it’s him or not!” she defends, looking like a trapped animal backed into a corner. “B-But I think it’s…” Faith looks at her expectantly and Willow sighs. “I think it’s the guy she met in the graveyard.”
“Stalker boy?” Faith asks, surprised, looking back over to them. She seems like she knows him more than one night. “How long has this dude been following her?”
“H-He… w-well he… uh…”
“Willow, take a breath. I’m not gonna beat it outta ya or nothin’. Chill,” Faith tells her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Willow takes a breath.
“They’ve been um… talking. F-For a couple weeks now,” Willow tells her quietly, nervous.
“And she just failed to mention this to Giles, to me, to anyone but you?” Faith asks. That doesn’t sound good.
“She just… I don’t think she wanted…” Willow sighs, defeated. “Please don’t tell her I told you.”
“I don’t like him,” Xander decides, watching them. Faith’s inclined to agree. He’s way too… close to her. She’s smiling at him and it makes her want to punch something.
“Fuck this,” Faith says, stomping off towards the bar.
“Faith!” Willow tries, but she ignore her and keeps walking. She slides around to the entrance of the bar and leans against the side, watching Trish pour drinks. When she turns and sees Faith standing there she smirks.
“Something tells me you’re not here for a shot.”
“When’s your break?” Faith asks, getting right to the point.
Trish laughs a little, throwing a bar towel into the bin and coming over to her. She leans on the counter, looking at her. “Why?” she asks, a teasing smile on her lips. She knows why, but Faith will tell her anyway. She smirks:
“Because I wanna fuck you.”
Trish puts her tongue between her teeth before she smiles, chuckling a little. “Always direct, I like that about you.” She looks at her watch, but doesn’t tell her when it is yet. She looks at her. “You know I told you to stop fucking with my head.”
“Then why are you checkin’ to see when you get off?” Faith counters. Trish smirks, then shrugs a little. She motions over her shoulder to some chick sitting on the other end of the bar.
“Complete fucking clit tease, I swear to you.”
“Yeah, I got one of those too,” Faith says, thinking of Buffy. She smirks and cocks her head, licking her bottom lip a little as she eyes her up. “So ya game?”
Trish looks at her for a minute before calling over her shoulder. “Brandon? I’m gonna take my break. Will you be good for like twenty minutes?” The guy, Brandon, nods and Trish slides past Faith telling her softly, “Boss is in the storage room; meet me in the bathroom.”
Faith watches her ass the entire time she walks away and waits for a minute before she goes after her. Her eyes flicker to Buffy and Angel, still in the corner talking and she heads quickly into the bathroom before she goes over there and rips his stalker fucking head from his body. When she walks in, Trish holds her hand up to the door to indicate which stall she’s in and Faith walks in, closing it and locking it behind her quickly before pressing her up against the wall forcefully.
Trish moans softly, grabbing onto Faith. “Who’s got you all riled up, lover?” she taunts as she grabs the hem of Faith’s shirt and lifts it over her head, discarding it to the floor as Faith works on the buttons on the older blonde’s jeans.
“You now,” Faith breathes before her lips meet hers, making Trish moan hard against her lips and fight to get Faith’s leather pants off of her body. Faith kisses her hungrily, all the tension that Buffy started forcing its way out. Her hands slide up Trish’s shirt to cup her full, huge fake tits and the blonde gasps hard as Faith’s thumbs lightly graze her nipples.
Trish swears against her lips as she tugs on Faith’s pants, which don’t seem to be cooperating. She tears her lips away from hers and pants out, “I fucking hate your pants, girl, why the hell do you always gotta wear this crap?!” Faith laughs, smacking Trish’s hands away before pulling them to the ground.
“Cause they’re hot,” she tells her with a smirk as she steps out of them. Trish rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. Shut up,” she tells her before suddenly Faith’s the one being pushed backwards, her back colliding with the stall wall with a loud BANG. Their lips meet again as Trish’s hands touch every inch of Faith they can reach, making the brunette close her eyes and arch into her touch as she tries with everything she has to not think of Buffy.
Trish’s lips leave hers and drag down her throat, nipping at her pulse point before dragging slowly down her body as she slides to her knees. Faith is panting, worked up like hell already from the last hour of her fucking life and she tangles her fingers in Trish’s long hair before guiding her where she needs her to be. “Say please,” Trish taunts before licking up her inner thigh in a way that makes Faith tremble.
“Fuck, come on, don’t dick around,” Faith pants, her grip tightening on her hair.
Trish chuckles softly. “I haven’t seen you this worked up in a long time; you’re practically pouring down your thighs. Gotta have my fun…” she nips at Faith’s inner thigh and the younger girl slams her head back against the stall wall. “Now say please.”
“Fuck you. Please,” Faith mocks and moans as Trish digs her nails into her skin.
“Good enough.”
Trish’s tongue slips through her folds and Faith bites on her bottom lip hard to stifle her moan. She looks down between her legs and all she sees is a mess of blonde hair and her brain flashes to Buffy whether she wants it to or not. Fuck, this so isn’t good. “Oh fuck,” Faith pants as Trish’s lips wrap around her clit, sucking her off in a way that’s making her head spin.
Then the fucking door to the bathroom opens. “Faith?”
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Shit.
“Faith? Are you in here?” Buffy asks. Trish takes her mouth off of her and looks at her with an evil glint in her eyes before she slides two fingers deep inside her, making Faith cry out before she can stop it.
“Fuck! B… this… oh god… isn’t the best… time…” Faith manages, her hands coming up above her head to hold onto the stall as she shoves her hips towards Trish’s hand, panting. Fuck, this day has the worst timing ever.
“That her?” Trish asks her in a low, taunting voice. “The one that’s got you so fucking wet?” Okay, this game sucks. She knows Trish has a bit of a reason to get back at her; the first time they had sex she wanted more than that and Faith shot her down in not the nicest of ways… in front of her friends no less. But fuck, aren’t they past that yet?
“I think I want her to hear you cum, show her what she’s missing,” Trish says with a little laugh as she speeds up the pace of her fingers. Faith cries out and she knows Buffy’s probably standing there stock still in shock from what she walked in on.
“Buffy! Get… out… Fuck!” Faith screams, closing her eyes as her orgasm starts to build rapidly, coursing through her body, about ready to explode. She’s so gonna kick Trish’s ass for this.
“I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t…” Buffy stutters finally and Faith can hear her backing up towards the door. Unfortunately so can Trish and that’s when she chooses to press against Faith’s g spot firmly, making Faith pop so fucking hard she’s pretty sure she just went blind.
“FUCK! Oh GOD!” she screams, her hand slamming into the stall door, making the whole thing shake as her body trembles from the intensity of her orgasm. Every inch of her body is on fire and her mind has turned into a puddle of mush and all she can feel are her inner walls throbbing from the force. When she finally comes down from her high she takes a breath and she can hear the bathroom door slam closed as Buffy practically runs out.
Faith growls as Trish stands up, smirking, and her hands connect with her chest before she pushes her back. “What the fuck was that?!”
“Relax, Faith. I was just having some fun.”
“Bitch I should fucking kill you,” Faith growls, her eyes flashing dangerously. Trish raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you didn’t care about anyone. So who’s she then? You obviously give a fuck.”
“She’s my friend!” Faith screams, furious. “I don’t need my fucking friends to hear me have orgasms, you bitch!”
“Yeah? And I didn’t need my friends to watch you act like fucking me meant nothing to you,” Trish shoots back at her, her own eyes angry now. Faith stops, clenching her jaw. Fuck she wants to hit her, but the last thing she needs is another assault charge. That, and Trish is the only one who serves her in this bar.
Priorities.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, okay?” Faith snaps. Best she’s getting as an apology.
“We’re even now,” Trish tells her seriously. They both look at each other for a long time. Faith glares at her, but her eyes sweep down her naked body regardless, making the blonde smirk.
“You still want to fuck me.”
“I still want to punch you.”
“Yeah but you still want to fuck me too,” Trish says with a smirk. Faith’s eyes flash and she pushes her back against the wall, but presses herself up against her just as quickly.
“Yeah well, I’m a bit fucked up in the head,” Faith tells her, her hands wandering up to her breasts.
“Mmm…” Trish moans, closing her eyes and pressing her lower body into Faith. “Yeah, you are.” She bites her bottom lip and looks at her as Faith cups her breasts roughly and her lips find her neck again. “But I like it…” she purrs, right before Faith gives her the best angry sex of her life.
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