Delurking
Title: Sensitive Chat
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: PGish, nought but smoochies
Summary: Brief conversation, pre-"Bad Girls"/"Consequences", involving not-so-merciful vamp butt-kicking.
Notes: For fufulupin--my debt is temporarily repaid. The prompt she gave me was "creative," and I didn't really do it justice... but then, the title's bad, too. It's at least worthy of delurkage, no?
It was more gruesome than Buffy liked. Eventually, of course, they had been dusted; Faith always dusted them, eventually. At the same time, Buffy couldn't help but wonder why Faith had grinned at all the loosed limbs and extra joints.
They were all gone, but Buffy stood frozen, staring at Faith with shock. Faith began to walk away, then noticed that she was alone. She spun about and smirked a little, sneering, "'Smatter, B? Vamp got your tongue?"
Buffy opened her mouth, glanced at the trampled grass, and shut it. She jogged to catch up, telling herself that it was okay; that they were vampires, and it was okay.
"Why did you do all that?" she breathed anyway. She gestured behind them, vaguely. "You could've dusted them in a second."
Faith stopped and faced her, irritation and mild disgust apparent on her face. "They're vamps, B. What kinda bug you got in your britches, huh?" Her tone was a challenge--her expression patronizing.
Buffy's brows pushed together. There was something definitely amiss in Faith's conduct tonight--something malicious and cruel. "You aren't like this," she murmured, voice soft.
Faith raised an eyebrow. "B, I ain't in the mood for a 'sensitive chat.' I also ain't one for beatin' around the bush. You got a problem with me? Fess up, then!"
Buffy shook her head. "Faith, I don't wanna fight you, but what you did back there was just--"
"'Bad?' 'Wrong?'" Faith mocked.
"...far too creative."
Faith blinked, taken by surprise. "Uh... say again?" It sounded like Buffy was itching toward Faith's way of thinking. That was unheard of.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably. "It was like torture. Way too thought out. Is that what you think about at night?"
Faith's lip curled a little--out of disgust or delight, Buffy couldn't tell. "Not the only use for creativity, B," she smirked, swaying forward, deep into Buffy's personal space.
Buffy blinked. She tried to ask a question, but squeaked instead. By the time she registered Faith's lips on her own, she was stumbling to the ground.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: PGish, nought but smoochies
Summary: Brief conversation, pre-"Bad Girls"/"Consequences", involving not-so-merciful vamp butt-kicking.
Notes: For fufulupin--my debt is temporarily repaid. The prompt she gave me was "creative," and I didn't really do it justice... but then, the title's bad, too. It's at least worthy of delurkage, no?
It was more gruesome than Buffy liked. Eventually, of course, they had been dusted; Faith always dusted them, eventually. At the same time, Buffy couldn't help but wonder why Faith had grinned at all the loosed limbs and extra joints.
They were all gone, but Buffy stood frozen, staring at Faith with shock. Faith began to walk away, then noticed that she was alone. She spun about and smirked a little, sneering, "'Smatter, B? Vamp got your tongue?"
Buffy opened her mouth, glanced at the trampled grass, and shut it. She jogged to catch up, telling herself that it was okay; that they were vampires, and it was okay.
"Why did you do all that?" she breathed anyway. She gestured behind them, vaguely. "You could've dusted them in a second."
Faith stopped and faced her, irritation and mild disgust apparent on her face. "They're vamps, B. What kinda bug you got in your britches, huh?" Her tone was a challenge--her expression patronizing.
Buffy's brows pushed together. There was something definitely amiss in Faith's conduct tonight--something malicious and cruel. "You aren't like this," she murmured, voice soft.
Faith raised an eyebrow. "B, I ain't in the mood for a 'sensitive chat.' I also ain't one for beatin' around the bush. You got a problem with me? Fess up, then!"
Buffy shook her head. "Faith, I don't wanna fight you, but what you did back there was just--"
"'Bad?' 'Wrong?'" Faith mocked.
"...far too creative."
Faith blinked, taken by surprise. "Uh... say again?" It sounded like Buffy was itching toward Faith's way of thinking. That was unheard of.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably. "It was like torture. Way too thought out. Is that what you think about at night?"
Faith's lip curled a little--out of disgust or delight, Buffy couldn't tell. "Not the only use for creativity, B," she smirked, swaying forward, deep into Buffy's personal space.
Buffy blinked. She tried to ask a question, but squeaked instead. By the time she registered Faith's lips on her own, she was stumbling to the ground.