Summary: Faith gets hold of Buffy’s diary, and
discovers something surprising. Something Buffy has been trying to hide.
Timeline: Season 3, around the time of Revelations. In my version of
events, Angel never came back.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: F/B
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, unfortunately. They
are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and who-ever else owns them. I
make no profit from this.
Part One
“Faith, I am not joking, now give it back,” Buffy
whined as she skipped over the small gravestone, trying to catch hold of her
fellow Slayer.
“Come on, I’m just gonna take a peak, Anne Frank,”
Faith jibed.
Faith successfully side stepped the lunging blonde,
who was doing her best to retrieve the diary she had been busy scribbling in.
It was a nice, warm, and heavily lunar-lit night, and
Buffy had decided to take time out in her slaying schedule to sit down amongst
the headstones and graves, and order some of her thoughts into the small black
diary she had recently taken to jotting in.
She hadn’t planned on Faith rounding the corner and
spotting her. Of course, they had planned to meet up, but Buffy thought she had
at least ten minutes or so before Faith was due to show. Unfortunately, and
unusually for Faith, the younger Slayer had actually arrived early.
Buffy knew that the instant she was caught writing in
a diary, Faith was going to laugh, mock, and grab. She was hoping she could
evade that last one, but Faith had been quick. As soon as the laughing had
stopped, the hand had shot out, and her diary was gone. In the clutches of the
one person, ok, not the one person. . .but the main person she did not under
any circumstance want it in the clutches of.
“Now let’s see what we have. . .” Faith said, flicking
to the last page as Buffy darted this way and that, unproductive in her
attempts to get her very secret diary back.
She hadn’t been writing in it long, but there were
things in there she most certainly didn’t want anybody reading. She didn’t want
anyone, Faith especially, knowing her private thoughts right now. They were
private. . .and they were mainly about the girl being uncannily slippery.
“Please. . .don’t,” Buffy pleaded, knowing it was
futile.
Faith was not the kind of girl who would think twice
about reading somebody else’s diary. She was a bad girl who didn’t care about
what other people thought, or how she might hurt their feelings. And yes,
feelings were involved. Feelings that Buffy was unsure of how to deal with,
hence the reason she was writing things down to try to make sense of them.
Jumping up onto a tomb, far out of reach of her little
blonde friend, Faith read aloud the last passage in the tiny book.
“She has hair that looks like it could wrap me up and
keep me warm. Soft and waiting for me to bury my face in it and breathe her in.
Her scent. . .I want to bottle it and spray it all over myself so it feels like
she’s with me all the time, instead of being God knows where, with hell knows
who.” The brunette leaped from tomb to tomb, constantly out of reach. “I want
to feel her skin against me. Hot against me. Jesus Buffy, what is this?” Faith
called out to the mortified Slayer.
“Just give me it back, or I swear. . .” Buffy whined.
She couldn’t believe what was happening.
Buffy wanted to turn and run. She wished she’d never
started writing in the damn thing. Wished she’d never met Faith and started
thinking about her in ways she shouldn’t have been about another girl.
A girl like Faith.
Faith’s voice resounded around the graveyard,
“Touching me everywhere, like when I dream of her. I dreamt of her last night,
and she was beautiful, as ever. She was all flame and danger and I wanted her.”
Faith’s normally husky tone lowered even further, her voice beginning to lose
its mocking lilt. “I wanted to touch and kiss, like I do when I see her. When
she smiles at me with those perfect lips that just seem to be begging for my
tongue to taste them. When she laughs, and I know she’s making fun of me but I
get weak at the knees, and my whole body wants her against it.”
The cemetery grew quiet but for Faith’s sultry voice
cutting the warm air, stopping Buffy in her tracks as she was captivated by its
raw sexual sound.
“Faith,” Buffy said quietly.
Buffy could feel tears welling in her eyes, as she
stood at the foot of the tomb Faith was standing on, unable to move now and
stop the inevitable.
“I hate that I want her,” Faith continued reading. “I
hate that I feel so weak around her.”
Buffy could see that Faith was trying to work out who
the passage was about, her forehead was creased a little in concentration, and
Buffy was frozen. Afraid. . .because any minute, Faith would know.
“But right now, most of all, I hate that I never got
to go to Homecoming with her properly,” Faith read. “I never even got to find
out if it was meant to be. . .a date or something. I know I wanted it to be. I
know I. . .”
There was nothing more written for Faith to read, and
trickles of salt made their way down Buffy’s cheeks.
Buffy stood, horrified and ashamed that she had been
caught having thoughts she didn’t want Faith knowing about. She didn’t want to
be ridiculed or labeled as something she was sure she wasn’t. She didn’t want
to lose the hope of real friendship she might have with Faith.
Looking up to see Faith gazing down at her, her dark
eyes pools of mystery and now confusion, Buffy couldn’t stand to be part of
what happened next, sure that Faith would tease her and make her feel small and
ugly and stupid for feeling the way she did. So she turned and ran. She pushed
branches aside, her rationality, her sense, her small hope that maybe Faith
felt the same about her, and had the same thoughts as she did. Wanted the same
thing. She pushed it all aside in her haste to escape.
Buffy was too afraid to wait and find out if Faith did
indeed feel the same, she was too confused in her own emotions to imagine that
Faith would do anything other than grin that tough girl grin, and laugh.
It was far from funny for Buffy though, as she had
been agonizing over her more than friendly feelings for Faith for weeks, hating
that her life couldn’t just be simple for once. She didn’t want to lust after
somebody else she wasn’t meant to want. She was just getting over Angel, her
running away debacle, and her mother’s constant worry.
Dealing with Faith was another thing that she just
didn’t know how to handle.
* * *
Faith stood stunned as Buffy ran off into the night.
Her legs were stuck to the spot, or more accurately, they were numb and really
in no fit state to carry her on. She hadn’t expected. . .couldn’t have expected
that reading Buffy’s little diary would have her unable to organize her
thoughts.
Faith had started out reading in jest, until what she
was reading actually began to reach her brain, and then she had been unable to
stop herself. As the words had dripped huskily from her lips, Faith realized
that she should have stopped, that what she was reading wasn’t something she
should be mocking. It was obviously a very personal account of something. There
was something deep within the words.
But then her brain actually registered the words, and
it was telling her to find out who exactly Buffy had been writing about in the
way she had. As soon as realization hit, she was dumbstruck.
Despite all her cockiness and her self-confident air,
Faith had never dreamed that Buffy would be interested in her. Of course, she’d
flirted with the older girl, and risked a few slightly inappropriate touches
during sparring, but she had done it more in jest than anything else. In an
attempt to get a reaction out of the girl she thought could do with injecting a
little ‘bad’ into her goodness.
Faith had never imagined that what she was doing would
actually have Buffy wanting more. It wasn’t something Faith had really thought
about too much because of how sure she was of Buffy’s unwillingness to dare to
be different, to dare to look beyond what she thought of as wrong and right. Of
what most people thought of as wrong and right.
Faith was well aware that they were not just most
people however. They were different, and they had a link between them, much
stronger than the petty judgments and fake morals of those who would sneer at
any deeper relationship between them. Buffy seemed to be judging herself,
however, and it was obviously raising questions.
From what little Faith had read, she could clearly see
that Buffy was attracted to her, but was drowning in the sea of possibilities
and expected recriminations that she was obviously sure would follow.
Faith wasn’t so worried about what other people
thought, and now that she knew Buffy was definitely interested, she was
determined not to let the chance slip by. She had wanted the other girl from
the moment she’d first laid eyes on her, hopefully now things could get
interesting.
Before she rushed off after Buffy, jumping in with
both feet, Faith thought it would be best to make sure Buffy really was
interested. She flicked back a page in the small diary she still had gripped in
her hand. Running a finger over the attractive writing, she read the recent
thoughts of her slaying partner. She knew she shouldn’t, but it was just too
tempting, and the easiest way to discover how she could play things when it
came down to getting Buffy to actually open up to her face to face.
She browsed over an entry dated the day Faith had
asked Buffy to the homecoming dance. She read the account quietly to herself.
I’m stunned. Faith asked me to the dance. Or at least
I think she did. That’s the way it sounded, but then all she really said was
that we may as well go together, because of the whole Scott thing. What I was
thinking when I agreed to date him, I have no idea. Anyway, I can’t wait for
Homecoming. I don’t care if I come last. As long as Faith doesn’t run off with
some guy, I’ll be happy. God, I’d be even happier if she were to dance with me,
maybe get close so I can feel her heat. It drives me crazy when we spar and
she’s right up against me, pushing against me. It gets me so wet. I worry that
she can smell how aroused I get, so I end up acting like a little bitch and
pissing her off so I can get away. I wish it were simpler.
I had the dream again last night. The one where she
takes me back to her motel and. . .God, it makes me blush just thinking about
it. I’ve never even thought of a guy in such a graphic way before. I don’t know
what it is, but I can’t stop thinking about her, and fantasizing about her. I
can’t stop wanting her. No matter how hard I try. And the really annoying thing
is, I really don‘t know how she feels about me. I can’t tell, even with the
flirting, because she flirts with everyone. I‘d love to know if she sees me as
more than just someone to slay with. I hope she does. I want her to want me too.
Faith ran a hand through her luscious dark hair,
wondering what was in Buffy’s dream exactly. She could practically feel the
desire scorched into the page, and she was wracking her brain to try to recall
any obvious signs that Buffy had been fantasizing about her. She could only
remember shy smiles and over the top reactions to her flirting.
She read on, thumbing back a few pages, hoping to find
any mention of the dream again. This entry was around the time they thought Oz
had gone a little too ‘grrr’.
I’m finding it harder and harder to stop thinking
about Faith. In a sexual way. Every time she touches me, or just stands a
little too close, I wanna kiss her, I wanna feel those sexy lips against mine.
Her hands in my hair, and on my body. I get so hot around her. I’m sure she
must be able to tell, so I’ve been trying to be as indifferent as I can. I hope
she doesn’t think that I don’t like her. I’m just scared of how she makes me
feel. I’ve never thought about another girl like this.
I had a dream last night that blew me away on so many
levels. It started with us on patrol, the usual Vamp dust fest that slaying
with Faith is. Then I got hurt, and she was instantly by my side, not unlike
the way she actually does react when I’m injured. Anyway, she helped me back to
her motel room, because it was closer, and she sat me on her bed. It felt so
real, like I was actually there. Her smell surrounded me and I wanted more of
it. I wanted to smell her. . .Jesus, I’m blushing just thinking about it, but I
wanted to smell her getting wet for me. I wanted to have sex with her, and as
she walked towards me, her usual swagger entrancing me, I knew she felt
something too.
She sat beside me on the bed, looking into my eyes
like nobody had ever done before, kinda like I feel she does even when I’m not
dreaming or fantasizing. I have never felt so captivated by someone. She
outdoes Angel in heating me up. . .by a long shot (sorry Angel). She lifted her
hand to my cheek, and I knew she could see the desire in my eyes, but instead
of feeling embarrassed about it like I
really do, I felt confident, and sure that she was feeling the same. I reached
out and touched her face too, trailing my thumb over one of those beautiful and
sexy dimples. Her skin was so soft and her eyes closed for a second.
Then things began to change. I could feel the heat,
like fire, pulsing from Faith. Her eyes were so dark and I fell right into
them. She moved towards me so quick, I wasn’t sure what was happening until she
was on top of me, kissing me. God, those lips. I could write a novel about
them. Unfortunately, this journal isn’t big enough to describe everything
exactly the way it felt in my dream, so I’ll have to water it down. Hopefully,
the small amount of description will be enough to jog my memory when I look back
on this; when Faith has left town, without knowing how I feel, leaving me lost
again without her.
Faith stopped for a minute to take a breather. She was
heating up with Buffy’s account of her dream already. And the last part, of her
being left behind by Faith, almost brought a tear to her eyes with the depth of
emotion there. She’d had no idea that Buffy felt so strongly about their
connection, on any level. She continued, once she had reprimanded herself for
thinking too much about what Buffy’s words implied.
I could feel her body against mine, so intimate even
with our clothes still on. Faith’s leg fell between my thighs and I shuddered
as she pushed down. I was so wet already. I snuck my fingers into her long dark
hair, drowning in the feel of her kissing me. Tonguing my lips and mouth. I
could taste her, and even though it was just a dream, it was amazing. Faith
started hungrily kissing my ears and neck, moving down, sweeping me up in the
overwhelming sensation of her hurriedly removing my clothes, ripping her own
off to join them on the floor. She was going to take me, and I’d never felt so
aroused in my entire. . .all be it fairly short. . .life. I wanted her to, I
wanted it, I want it right now, so much.
She lay back down on top of me once she’d removed our
clothes and I moaned out loud when her naked body hit mine. She moved between
my legs and I thought I was gonna die with how much of her I could feel
pressing into me. Her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach resting on mine, her.
. .her pussy (I’m blushing again). I could feel her arousal, dripping onto me,
into me, as I was lying with her between my legs. There is no way I can even
begin to describe the feeling. God, I can honestly say, if I ever get the
chance to feel her against me like that in reality I might actually die. It was
perfect.
We rubbed against each other, kissing and touching
everywhere we could. It felt wonderful, like I’d found something so special.
Discovered something so intimate that only we could share. And in a way, because
of the depth of our Slayer connection, that was completely true. It wasn’t long
before she had kissed me all over, sucking on my nipples until I was crying out
for more, loving the feel of her hot wet mouth on me, pleasuring only me.
Faith looked at me, a slightly cocky grin playing
across her lips, the grin that I secretly love. She slowly moved her hand down
from the nipple she was teasing, down across my stomach, and I could already
feel myself shuddering with anticipation. We both groaned as her fingers
slipped over my pussy, dipping into the abundance of fluid. I was so turned on,
I didn’t even think about the fact I’d only ever had sex once before. I just
wanted her so much.
“I’m gonna fuck you, B. I’m gonna take you just the
way you want me to. Make your pussy all mine,” is what she said to me. Jesus,
it makes me shiver just thinking about the sound of her sexy voice saying that.
Telling me exactly what I wanted to hear.
She slipped around in my soaked pussy, rubbing against
me, fingering my clit and making me whimper for her, moan for her, call her
name out for anybody that might have been in a five mile radius to hear. She
was so good, and I’d never felt so ready to just burst. Then she slipped her
fingers lower, teased my opening, causing me to spread my legs further open for
her, and she plunged her fingers into me. Right up inside my pussy, fucking me
deeper and harder than I would have thought I could take, but I was loving it,
because it was Faith doing it. She had her fingers inside me and it felt so
good.
I can almost feel it just thinking about it. How her
fingers rubbed up inside me, pushed in as far as she could get them as I rode
them, rolling my hips in time with her thrusts. I was so wet, it’s all I could
hear above my moaning and Faith’s groaning. I could feel myself right on the
edge. I was so ready to come for her. I wanted to come all over her hand, all
over her bed so she had to sleep with my come soaking into her sheets. She
leant down and whispered in my ear, “You’re so fucking sexy, I want your come
all over me, then I’m gonna sit on your face so you can lick my wet little
pussy out.” That was it. . .I was coming so hard just imagining her dripping
into my mouth. I screamed her name and clung to her, shuddering beneath her
strong body, but then the dream faded. She was gone before I could tell her how
much I. . .I’d enjoyed it, and how much I wanted to make her come for me too.
I woke up in a mess, metaphorically and literally. I
was wet and horny as hell. And I had to get up and go and train with Faith.
That day had to be one of the hardest of my entire life, trying not to look at
Faith and just melt at the memory of my dream. I ran out of there so fast after
we’d done training, I think she may have thought I couldn’t wait to get away
from her, but the exact opposite was true. I couldn’t risk her discovering how
much she affected me. God. . .what am I gonna do?
“Fuck. . .the little minx,” Faith grinned, talking to
herself in the quiet of the cemetery.
She couldn’t believe Buffy was having dreams as
graphic as that about her. She had just never thought of the small Slayer to be
the type. As far as she was concerned Buffy was a prude who wouldn’t know a
good fuck if it came up and. . .well, came up and fucked her. But Faith’s
opinion was definitely changing. There was real potential there if Buffy was
willing to let go and just take a chance with her.
There was one more entry in the diary, and Faith saw
no reason now not to go ahead and read it, even though she wanted to jump up
and run after Buffy. She looked at the date of the entry and shrugged, it
wouldn’t hurt to find out what Buffy’s first impressions of her were.
Faith. . .where do I start? Well, I may as well start
by explaining why I have taken to writing in this damn thing. It’s the fault of
non other than my new little ‘best friend’ Faith. I really didn’t know what to
make of her after that first meeting. She was certainly. . .different. Kinda
mysterious. Of course, it wasn’t long before a few truths came out about her,
but we sorted them out, and I was proud of her. I had no idea why I would be
proud of somebody I didn’t really know, but I was.
I didn’t know how to take Faith at first, I mean, as
far as her openness and obvious flirting went. That was pretty much two weeks
ago now though, and I think I’m just about beginning to get her. Her flirting
still unnerves me a little, though. Unfortunately for me, it’s not for the
reasons it should be. It doesn’t creep me out. . .in fact, I like it. She’s. .
.she’s so attractive and I can’t take my eyes off her sometimes. I’m thinking
about her a lot. It’s confusing. Which is why I’m writing in here, to try to
make some sense out of how she’s starting to make me feel, because I daren’t
tell Will or Xander. I don’t want them knowing I keep thinking about Faith
naked. God, I can’t believe I’m thinking this way. She’s something else though,
that’s for sure.
I’ll just be walking along not thinking of anything,
then up pops Faith into my head, all hot and barely dressed and I become a
gibbering wreck. It’s even worse when she’s actually there, in the flesh with
me somewhere, which is why I’m kinda avoiding spending too much time with her.
I don’t want to have her hotness right there in my face. Ok, I’m not gonna even
go there with that thought. Faith, all hot and in my face? Yeah, stopping now.
I need to quit thinking this way. I’m straight. And Faith is. . .she’s. .
.she’s a tough girl from a completely different background to me, she has no
manners, she’s rude and obnoxious and crude, and not even that good looking.
With all that cheap leather. . .she’s so not all that!!! Crap, who am I
kidding? She’s absolutely gorgeous, and funny, and can be really adorable
sometimes when she doesn’t think anybody’s looking.
Oh God, I’m really in trouble.
Faith sat back on the tomb she was perched on, taking
a deep breath to steady herself. It was all there in black and white. Buffy
wanted her just as much, if not more than Faith wanted Buffy. There was no
escaping it, for either of them.
The sultry brunette was certainly not just going to
let this drop. She knew from the way Buffy had described how much she had been
avoiding her, to avoid thinking about her desire, that she would never make the
first move. Or any move for
that matter. Like in the dream, it was going to have to be Faith who took
charge. She would confront Buffy, then they could deal with what was between
them.
She couldn’t allow things to be buried to the point
that nothing would ever happen. Faith would never forgive herself for not
trying if she just walked away at the prospect of facing an irate little
Slayer, who wanted to do nothing more than fantasies without acting on what she
desired.
Faith stood up, and grasping hold of the revealing
book, she took a deep breath, fixed her predatory grin in place, and strode off
towards Buffy’s house.
Things were going to change, and Buffy was going to
get exactly what she had been dreaming about.
Part
Two
Faith made her way through the deserted cemetery as
quick as she could, keeping a look out for her fellow Slayer at the same time.
She couldn’t feel her near by, so she was under the impression Buffy had
stormed off in an embarrassed rage. Hopefully she would find her safely at
home, boiling in her usual pissed off state with Faith.
The night was young, and Faith knew she should really
wait around for a while to keep the local vamp population down, but she had a
feeling it would be a slow night, and Buffy was her main priority right now.
There were no impending apocalypses or big nasty demons doing their business in
Sunnydale, so Faith wasn’t too worried about not getting a proper patrol in.
Giles didn’t have to find out anyhow, so she was five by five with just
skimming the horizon for anything nasty.
As fleeting clouds spread meekly across the bright
night sky, patching shadows across the wide streets of the suburbs of
Sunnydale, Faith mused over what she was going to say to the small blonde whose
house she was nearing.
She hadn’t yet stopped to think about what would
happen next. Of course, she knew Buffy would rant at her for reading her diary.
She wouldn’t expect anything less, as it had been a pretty shitty thing to do,
even for her.
But in some ways, Faith just couldn’t help but do the
wrong thing around Buffy, because she was always trying to keep up an act, to
hide anything deeper that she felt for the cute blonde. It was easier, or at
least that’s what she’d convinced herself.
Faith stood at the bottom of the short path up to
Buffy’s home, looking up into the small window of what she knew to be her
bedroom. She sighed, wishing she was more like the kind of friend Buffy would
invite around for sleepovers and stuff. Sometimes, always acting the bad ass
sucked. Faith never got to. . .well, just act her age now and then.
Nothing was coming to her mind to say to Buffy as she
watched for shadows in the window, nothing beyond telling her she was sorry for
reading her diary. She would just have to play things by ear. React to whatever
mood Buffy was in. React to whatever signals she received.
She knew what she wanted, and she had known right from
the start. Faith wanted to be close to Buffy. Not just in a sexual way, but in
ways she had never wanted to be close to anybody else. It was hard for her to
show that though, or to even feel it within herself. But now was the time for
taking chances, or at least she hoped it was. In the end, it would all depend
on if Buffy could be honest with herself, and deal with her attraction to
Faith.
Striding forward to the house ahead of her, Faith ran
a tidying hand through her hair and held her shoulders in her usual confident
pose. There was no way the prim blonde was going to get away with thinking,
dreaming, and writing what she had, without expecting to discover she had an
extremely interested and horny Slayer on her doorstep.
With a good hard knock Faith announced her arrival to
the Summer’s house. She waited for bounding Buffy-feet down the stairs, but
instead received a timid question.
“Who is it?” Joyce asked from behind the flimsy wood
of the door.
“Hey, Mrs. S. . .it’s Faith,” she answered.
The door opened cautiously, and Joyce Summers made
sure Faith wasn’t some bold vampire hoping to find a snack on his travels.
“I thought Buffy was meeting you, dear. Did you miss
each other? Is she ok?” Joyce asked, the thought that Buffy was in trouble
evident in her worried frown.
“No. . .we met, she’s fine. But err, isn’t she here
now?” Faith asked, looking up the stairs directly in front of her.
The question was fairly pointless, as she could
plainly tell that Buffy wasn’t close by. She didn’t have those faint but
incredibly distinct tingles shivering up and down her spine.
“No, I thought she was still on patrol with you. Did
something happen?” Joyce questioned further. Panic was beginning to take root
in the concerned mind of the older woman.
“No, nothing happened, we just got split up. No big, I
just wanted to. . .to, never mind,” Faith mumbled.
She didn’t want Joyce thinking anything was wrong as
she was pretty sure Buffy was probably just walking around in a stew somewhere.
“I’ll see her tomorrow or something. It wasn’t important, see ya later,” she
called, jumping down the steps and striding off into the night before Joyce
could ask any more questions.
She wasn’t too concerned about Buffy getting into
something she couldn’t handle. Buffy had been looking after herself just fine
before Faith had arrived on the scene. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she
wanted to go and find Buffy though, just to make absolutely sure she was safe.
As she walked along in silence attempting to decide
whether or not she should just go home, or if she ought to go and find Buffy, a
honk sounded behind her. Faith turned around as Cordelia cruised along slowly
beside her in her flashy car.
The cheerleader rolled down her window. “You do
realize it’s not safe walking around out here, don’t you?” Cordelia said with a
smirk.
Faith stopped dead in her tracks, trying to work out
where the sarcasm was in what Cordelia had just said. She wasn’t sure exactly
how to respond. It wasn’t everyday that Cordelia actually deemed Faith worthy
of talking to.
“It must have escaped your notice, but I’m the person
big bad ugly things are scared of, so I’m not really too worried about strolling
along here in suburbville. In fact, I could do with the entertainment of a nice
hungry vamp to play with,” Faith said self-assuredly and grinned at the over
confident cheerleader.
“Well then, I guess offering you a lift would be a
waste of my time. Kinda like the waste of time I just encountered attempting
the same thing with the other crazy Slayer in this town,” Cordelia said, then
looked away, mumbling to herself. “I don’t know, try to do the nice thing and
people think you’re an evil demon dressed in a Cordelia suit, or they just
plain be. . .ignorant.”
She aimed her last remark straight at Faith, who was
busy looking down the street where Cordelia had come from, wondering how far
back she had come across Buffy.
“Huh? Yeah, sorry. Look, you said you passed Buffy. .
.where is she?” Faith asked, placing her hand on the top of the car as she
leant down a little to talk to the girl within.
“Hey, stop with the aggressive ‘tude, it doesn’t make
me drool like it does the others. I don’t know where she is, I passed her a
while ago. She insulted me then took off. Now, do you want a lift, or shall I
remember that I really don’t like you and leave?” Cordelia asked, rapping her
fingernails on the steering wheel, awaiting an answer.
Faith scowled a little at the abruptness of the other
girl, straightened herself up, then jogged around the car to jump into the
passenger seat. She was intrigued to find out exactly what Cordelia had meant
with the drooling comment, with regards to the other people. She knew if she
didn’t ask her about it now, then she’d forget it was ever said.
“You know where I live, right?” Faith asked as she
buckled herself in.
“Of course I do,” Cordelia answered, a little too
quickly. “Not that I know for any reason.
I mean, other than because it’s important to know where all the tough, strong.
. .powerful err. . .good guys are.”
Cordelia frowned and took off from the curb, headed
for Faith’s motel.
“Sure. . .now, stop pretending like you don’t stalk
me,” Faith chuckled, not giving Cordelia time to protest, “and tell me where
you saw Buffy. What did she say? Anything about me? About where she was going?”
She was trying her best not to sound desperate to know
what Buffy’s mood was, but she was failing miserably.
“Jesus. . .obsessed much? You’re both the same.
Crazy,” Cordelia declared, pointing to her head and making circles with her
finger. “As far as I know she was still patrolling. She said something about
you pissing her off when I asked where you were, and then she took off. It was
dark, so I didn’t see where she went, and no. . .I didn’t think to take after
her and find out where she was going. She did ask if I’d seen you though. So. .
.what’s going on?” Cordelia asked brusquely.
Faith tried her best to pick out actual meaning in the
torrent of words. She didn’t miss the fact that Buffy had asked about her
however.
“How did she seem when she asked about me? I mean, did
she ask like she was thinking of feeding me to the hungriest vamp she could
find? Or was she. . .I dunno, just wanting to know?” Faith asked almost
coyly.
“I say again. . .what’s going on? Buffy was all
spazzed out too. Don’t tell me you finally made a move on her? Or maybe she
made a move on you and scared herself,” Cordelia suggested without batting an
eyelid.
“Huh? Are you trying to fuck with my head? What the
hell are you goin on about?” Faith asked, completely confused.
She was thinking maybe she had completely missed out
on an entire chunk of time somewhere, where Buffy was obvious in her interest
in her, and where maybe. . .pigs flew or something.
“I’m on about the obvious sexual tension between the
two of you. Come on, Faith, don’t tell me you don’t know Buffy makes moon eyes
at you when you’re back is turned,” Cordelia scoffed.
“Yeah, ‘cause I have eyes in the back of my fucking
head. Now tell me about it. What do you know?” Faith demanded, wanting to know
exactly what Cordelia had picked up on.
“Sorry, I thought you were more than aware of how hot
you are. I mean, not that I personally think that, but you must know the rest
of them drool every time you walk into the room, Buffy especially. I thought
that was what all the flirting was about between the two of you. She’s into
you, and you’re practically the poster girl for being bi. . .so tonight I
thought maybe something had finally cracked,” Cordelia explained honestly, as
she pulled up outside Faith’s motel room.
“Cracked?” Faith muttered, her mind somewhere else
entirely. “No. . .we just. . .is it that obvious that she likes me?” she asked,
unable to hide the slightly goofy grin threatening to ruin her tough girl
image.
“Well, it’s obvious to me. Not that I pay that much attention, but I’m good at things
like that. She hides it well actually, but she was devastated to miss out on
Homecoming with you. She didn’t say so, but I could tell,” Cordelia stated, and
seemed proud of her own observation skills. “If you ask me though, she’ll never
pull the stick out of her ass and come on to you. . .so I’d suggest you make
the move. Give her no doubt that you’re interested, then see how she reacts. Of
course, at first she’ll be all “oh no, I can’t do that, I’m Buffy the vampire
lover. The good girl, who pouts. . .a lot”. But she’ll get over that. Trust me.
. .she’s not as pure and chaste as she’d like us all to believe.”
Cordelia was pretty convincing, and given what Faith
had read in the blonde girl’s diary, she had to agree.
“So. . .” Faith began, and thought about playing it
off for a second, pretending that she didn’t know what the hell Cordelia was
talking about, but then, she didn’t really care if Cordelia knew about her
interest in Buffy. “I should just let her know what I want, and see what she
does.”
She had pretty much decided for herself.
It seemed like a good plan, she just had to think of a
way to set it in motion without ending up with egg on her face, or bruises if
Buffy was still firmly in the land of denial.
“Glad to know you’re not as stupid as you look, Faith.
Now move your little butt, I need to get home,” she ordered, shooing Faith with
her hand.
“Thanks for the lift,” Faith smiled, unbuckling her
seatbelt and opening the door to step out into the cool night air. “And thanks
for noticing my little butt.”
She gave it a wiggle and winked, then slammed the door
shut, ignoring whatever it was that the tall brunette replied.
She bounded up the stairs, thinking of ways to get
Buffy to stop writing down her thoughts of her, and actually act on them
instead.
* * *
Buffy had no idea what time it was. Her watch had
stopped and she was cursing the fact that she had wanted a nice, pretty watch,
rather than one that would actually last. She was beginning to get a little
hungry too. For some reason though, she hadn’t felt like just going home.
There was the possibility of Faith being there of
course, waiting for her, to do or say who knew what. Buffy certainly didn’t
know. She couldn’t work out how Faith would react to knowing how she felt about
her. There wasn’t enough proof in the flirting alone to be sure of Faith’s
interest, or prospect of total disgust.
She didn’t know exactly why she was trying to convince
herself that Faith would react negatively, but conceded that maybe it was a
defense mechanism, so she wouldn’t get her feelings hurt if Faith did indeed go
nuts about it. But really, she knew that Faith was more likely to lap it up and
brag about the fact Buffy had a crush on her.
The small blonde laughed to herself at the thought
that what she felt for her fellow Slayer was just a crush. Crushes were what
she’d had when she was much younger. What she felt for Faith was pure desire,
and something even deeper, that she daren’t look too closely at.
Walking slowly through the quiet streets of Sunnydale,
Buffy realized that maybe what she was most afraid of was not Faith reacting in
a negative way, but in a positive way. She was terrified of how she felt about
Faith, and really wasn’t sure if she could deal with the prospect of becoming
involved with another girl in a sexual way. It was way out of her normal
parameters of functioning as the goody-two-shoes that she tried to be.
Faith had thrown all of that out of the window,
however. Her mind, her dreams, her thoughts, were full of Faith, and just how
incredible it would feel to be the sole point of focus for Faith’s boundless enthusiasm
and sexual energy. The thought got her hot, which meant she would turn up at
her own home horny, and completely unsure about whether or not she wanted Faith
to be there waiting for her.
Buffy steadily turned the handle to her home, holding
her breath in an effort to focus on her Slayer senses, willing herself to feel
out the other girl. There were none of the tingles that she loved, so she
pushed open the door to be greeted by her over zealous mother grabbing her into
a hug.
“Buffy, why are you so late? Faith was here earlier,
she wasn’t making much sense, and I was worried something had happened.” Her
mother held her at arms length, checking for injuries and such.
“Mom. . .I’m ok.” She whined, and brushed off her
mother’s attention, removing her jacket and planning to go to bed. “Wait, Faith
was here? When? What did she say?” She stood at the bottom of the stairs, past
worried at what Faith might have said to Joyce.
“She didn’t say much. Buffy, I was worried about you,”
her mother grumbled.
It was, to be fair, a lot later than Buffy had planned
on getting back home.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just. . .I’m tired, mom, I’m
gonna head straight to bed.” She took a few steps then stopped and turned
around. “Did Faith look ok? I mean, did she look angry or anything?” Buffy
asked.
“No, she didn’t look angry. Is everything ok, Buffy?
Did the two of you have an argument?” Joyce looked concerned that the new
friendship was already on the rocks.
“No, we just. . .got split up.” Buffy turned to head
up the stairs.
“Well ok, as that’s what Faith said too,” Joyce
stated.
“Really?” Buffy asked, stopping to look down at her
mom at the foot of the stairs, smiling at the thought that Faith had come up
with the same thing she just had. “I mean, yeah, that’s what happened. Did she
say anything else?”
“Just that she’d see you tomorrow. Now go to bed dear,
you look drained.” Buffy’s mother smiled at her daughter and made her way
around the house to turn all the lights off, and lock up.
“Yeah, night.” Buffy made her way up to her room.
Now she was thinking about the probability of seeing
Faith the following day. It filled her stomach with butterflies, but her head
with worries. At least her mom had mentioned that Faith hadn’t been angry or
pissed off. Faith was useless at hiding when she was in a bad mood, so it was a
good sign, she hoped.
As she wandered around, getting showered and ready for
bed, rifling through her closet to find her favorite nightshirt, Buffy
remembered exactly what else was in her diary. She had been thinking mostly
just about the section Faith had read out, but if she had read the entire
thing. . .Buffy reddened as she recalled writing down her dream.
She groaned as her head hit the soft pillow on her
bed, knowing that Faith would have without a doubt read her diary in its
entirety. Feeling both angry and embarrassed, Buffy promised herself that no
matter what, Faith was going to find out exactly how cross she was at the fact
she had read her diary. The other stuff could come later, after Faith was
feeling suitably sorry for what she’d done.
Contemplating Faith being reprimanded for something,
instantly caused Buffy to think about how she would just grin that wicked grin,
looking like the little trouble maker she was. Buffy loved it when Giles would
do his best to get Faith to listen to him, and Faith would shrug and look
disinterested, and kinda sexy, in her normal casual way.
Buffy liked acting all holier-than-thou with Faith,
just to get that reaction. The grin, the suggestive eyebrow raising in
challenge, the confident blasé attitude. All aspects of Faith that turned her
on, and got her juices flowing.
Faith was sexy, but didn’t force it. It was just
there, constantly prickling Buffy’s skin as she walked next to Faith, urging
her to act on what it did to her. Urging her to act, and not doubt that the
dark Slayer would be more than likely to accept her interest, with unreserved
desire of her own.
Rolling over on to her back, under the light covers
keeping her snug, Buffy recalled the very dream that she had written in her
diary. She’d had another one since, and Buffy had been planning to write it
into her little journal, had it not been snatched.
She sighed, facing a day ahead with too many questions
and uncertainties. There were so many possible outcomes that could change
things between her and the other Slayer, that could change everything. She wasn’t even sure if
she wanted things to change. It would be a huge step if Faith were to want them
to be more to each other. If they were to have sex, and. . .Buffy couldn’t get
past that thought.
It often stumped her, stopped her dead, no matter what
she was doing. Sex with Faith was
certainly a hot prospect. Buffy’s dreams alone left her incredibly horny and
wet. Even with her own lack of experience with sex, she knew there were things
she wanted to do with Faith that would make her blush if she were to say them
out loud.
The diary had helped to get the thoughts out of
Buffy’s head, so she could read it back and not feel so completely
uncomfortable with what she was thinking, so that she wasn’t constantly
embarrassed. It had been helping, but now Faith knew what was in her head too.
She hoped Faith could look her in the eye after
reading how much she was desired by another girl. Even though, somewhere in the
reasonable portion of her brain, Buffy was well aware that Faith probably
wouldn’t be bothered if she wasn’t interested. The anxiousness was still there.
Well, that and the fact thinking about the new dream she had recently had of
the beautiful brunette, was getting her more than a little moist.
Looking to check that she had completely shut her
door, Buffy slipped her right hand under the covers. Biting her lip, knowing it
was probably a little disturbing to want to masturbate when her social life was
in the balance, she pushed her hand into her panties.
Buffy immediately felt her arousal coat her
fingertips. She couldn’t help but be aroused when she thought of Faith, it
wasn’t even something she was entirely aware of some of the time. She would
just suddenly realize she was wet and horny, maybe after just sitting next to
Faith, or talking to her, letting the Bostonian’s sexy drawl roll over her.
The huskiness of Faith’s voice was in her head now,
whispering in a dangerous tone as Buffy slipped her fingers through her soft
folds, spreading her own juices over her closely shaven pussy.
She rolled her hips into her own touch, wishing it was
Faith’s hand inside her panties fingering her clit. Buffy slid over her hard
little nub, slowly teasing herself as she imagined Faith stripping for her.
Standing in front of her, revealing the powerful tone of muscle under silky
soft skin.
Faith’s body had drawn Buffy’s attention right from
the start. Buffy not only had a fascination with Faith’s lips, she also had one
with her breasts. They just looked so delicious to her. The first time she had
thought it, Buffy had nearly fallen off her stool.
Faith had strolled into the Bronze, looking for the
gang, in the most revealing top Buffy had seen her wear yet. It was red,
pushing up in all the right places, leaving most of her back exposed. Faith had
looked stunning, and Buffy had spent most of the night dribbling into her drink
whilst doing her best not to be noticed noticing Faith.
Buffy arched her back, moaning as she brought her
other hand down to slip two fingers inside her pussy. She spread her legs
wider, tearing the cotton panties from herself, as they were getting in the
way. Pushing the covers down to cool her heated skin, and abandoning herself to
her fantasy, she indulged her pussy with her unwavering attention. Fucking
herself with her fingers and thinking about Faith.
The visions of Faith ran rampant through her mind,
fuelling her arousal. Her pussy hungrily pulled her fingers in deeper as she
slid them in and out, rubbing up into her G spot as she neared climax. The
harder she rubbed on her clit with her other hand, the more she wanted Faith to
be there, to be pressing against her, fucking her. Filling her pussy with her
dexterous fingers, and causing the slick wet sounds now emanating from her.
The little Slayer breathed hard into the silence of
the room, her body rushing to the verge of orgasm with the irresistible
brunette firmly in mind.
She thought about Faith’s breasts against hers,
hanging temptingly over her, in her mouth so she could suck on their full round
softness. Her long dark hair softly sweeping over her. The strong legs entwined
with her own as Faith fingered her, fucked her, and deftly slid her own pussy into
Buffy’s thigh, spreading her desire onto it. Buffy could almost feel the hard
little clit of her fellow Slayer, rubbing up against her skin, slipping around
on her in her abundance of pussy juice.
She wished it was really happening. More than anything.
She wanted Faith to be the one now burying her fingers deep inside her, feeling
the warm, sticky come gushing out.
“Oh God. . .Faith,” Buffy breathed out, shaking as her
orgasm spilled out of her.
The last image that pushed her over the edge was of Faith,
that night at the bronze in her tight red top, sauntering over to Buffy from
across the dance floor in her usual effortlessly seductive way. She had looked
dazzling, as her eyes lit up, and her smile took Buffy’s breath away with its
unreserved sensuality.
That night, she had danced with Faith for the first
time. The gorgeous brunette had asked her, whispering into her ear and blowing
hot air across it, to join her on the dance floor, and Buffy had been utterly
unable to decline the request.
As she slid her now sticky hands out of her pussy
Buffy realized that during that night at the Bronze, Faith had swept her away.
She had turned what were the confused beginnings of a crush, into a full-blown
desire to be as intimate with Faith as it was possible to be.
Buffy closed her eyes as she became totally aware that
Faith had in fact done much more than just turn her head. She was falling for
the stunning Slayer, and had been since that first dance, when Faith had
seduced her with her overt sexuality, sweeping her up into the dizzy heights of
lust and yearning that she had never even experienced with Angel.
Buffy truly hoped Faith was now at home, doing nothing
but think about how much she wanted to be with her, just as much as she wanted
to be with Faith. She had to believe there was a chance.
She felt sleep carry her off into the realm of dreams
as she hoped the following day would offer her more than just derision, and the
possible break up of her friendship with the enigmatic dark Slayer.
Buffy turned onto her front, and didn’t hear the soft
shuffle of feet on the roof outside her window. It was no more than a distant
sliver of sound as she fell into a deep sleep, looking forward to a night
filled with dreams of the girl she was incapable of not wanting.
Part Three
As the blackness of sleep enveloped her, Buffy felt a
faint tingle dance down her spine. But it wasn’t the tingle telling her there
was a vampire or a demon about. It was more like the sensation she felt around
the other Slayer. But she knew Faith wasn’t near by, so she passed it off as
nothing more than her desire for the dark girl.
She was asleep and dreaming in no time.
With a soft smile playing on her lips Buffy woke the
following morning, feeling refreshed, until she felt the warning of impending
doom wash over her recalling how today could be one big disaster if Faith
decided to have some fun at her expense. There was a lot of damage Faith could
do. Not only to Buffy’s reputation.
She had to attempt to believe that her fellow Slayer
wouldn’t do anything rash, or hurtful. Even though Faith was less than
insightful and caring, Buffy could at times see the better side to her. She
knew there was more to Faith than met the eye. Buffy just hoped that, with her
hands on her extremely private diary, Faith would show that depth to her
character, and prove to Buffy that she was not all bad.
The worried Slayer threw back the covers to her bed
and set to work getting ready for school, stopping any doom-laden thoughts
before they had a chance to take hold. She showered and dressed and met her
mother downstairs for a quick breakfast.
Joyce didn’t ask why Buffy looked so glum, and poured
extra syrup on her pancakes instead. They made small talk, and then Buffy
snatched her bag from the floor and jumped into her mom’s jeep, as she was
giving Buffy a lift.
As they approached the school Buffy sighed, checking
herself in the mirror to make sure she didn’t look quite as nervous as she
felt. Faith could be there right now, waiting for her. The gang could be there,
waiting for her, having heard all about her perversion from Faith. Nobody could
be there, having run off for fear of Buffy pouncing on them and having her
wicked Slayer-way.
Buffy’s mind was a muddle of possibilities.
“Are you ok, dear? You seem a little distant today,”
Joyce said, as they pulled up for Buffy to get out.
“I’m ok, just. . .thinking about tests, and. . .exams,
and things,” she stumbled, trying to hide her anxiousness.
“Now I am worried, Buffy. You don’t usually stop
smiling and chattering for tests.” Joyce frowned a little as she pointed out
that Buffy had never been known to be anxious about her schoolwork.
“Really, I’m fine. So, no need to worry, see?
Smiling.” Buffy pointed to her face as she smiled ineffectively.
“Ok, but remember, I’m not just your mother, I’m your
friend.” She waited patiently for Buffy to slowly make her way out of the car.
Buffy hated it when her mother pulled the ‘I’m your
friend’ thing. She didn’t want to think of her mother as a friend. She had
friends, and didn’t think of them as her mother. She wrinkled her brow,
recalling she had better, or worse things to worry about other than her mother
trying to be all new-age.
“I’ll see you later, mom.” She closed the door to the
jeep and turned to face the school. “Well, here goes noth. . .”
“Hey, Buffster.”
A goofy hand slapped Buffy on the back. A goofy,
Xander shaped hand.
“Hey, you,” Buffy replied, and smiled at her friend.
“Here nice and early, huh? To get some Slayer business
done with Faith.” He grinned at his own mention of the brunette’s name.
“With Faith? Have you seen her? I mean, what do you
mean?” Buffy looked around a little panicked, thinking Faith might have already
told her friends about her erotic fantasies.
“Whoa. . .have you been eating orange things again,
Buff? I meant your daily patrolling reports for Giles. Gee, and people think I’m
strange.” He looked down at Buffy, conveying his opinion with his eyebrows.
“Right. . .I knew that.” She tried to laugh but only
managed to sound like she was about to have her teeth pulled.
Thankfully, Xander didn’t notice as they passed a
group of girls on their way into school.
They made their way into the library without passing
any large notices exclaiming that Buffy was a raving lesbian who had a thing
for sixteen year old girls. She sighed inwardly and did her best to relax in
the familiar surroundings of the stuffy room.
Giles bustled out of his office backwards, almost
knocking into Buffy as she made her way to sit down. He had an armful of books
and his glasses were two seconds away from falling from his nose to the ground.
“You ok there, Giles? You seem a little. .
.handsfully.” Buffy took some books from his pile and placed them on the
counter.
“Ah, thank you, Buffy. I was just trying to get these
in their rightful place before you all turned up. Where’s
“I’m sure she’ll be along. . .right. . .now.” Buffy
pointed to the door as it swung open and
“Hey, that was a cool trick, Buff. How’d you know?” Xander questioned from his
seat at the table.
“Slayer hearing. It comes in handy for locating
mumbling witches. . .who have their cardigans buttoned up wrong.” Buffy looked
down at the disarray of Willows buttons. “Will, did you get dressed in the
dark?” Buffy chuckled at her friend.
“Oh, I didn’t realize. That’s why people were staring,
huh? I thought I must have had toothpaste on my chin again,”
Buffy was feeling a little less stressed amongst her
good friends. They always managed to calm her down, unless they were in a fight
and she was busy worrying about them. But that happened less these days, as
they had become better at protecting themselves. And of course, now there was
Faith to help out too.
As Buffy thought about Faith helping out the girl
herself strolled through the door, a lot earlier than was normal, but just as
blissfully unaware of how everybody in the room took note of her arrival. Buffy
more than noted it this morning; she practically froze with anticipation, and
more than a hint of embarrassment.
“Good morning, Faith. It’s unusual for you to be here
this early,” Giles said, whilst arranging his books into piles.
“Yeah well, I didn’t sleep too well. I had something
on my mind.” She looked directly at Buffy as she explained.
“Well, now that we’re all here, how about telling me
about last night’s patrol.” Giles took his pen from his pocket and stood by the
table they were all now sat at, holding his notepad eagerly.
“Um, we. . .err.” Buffy did her best to come up with
something that didn’t entail telling the truth, or anything near it.
She hadn’t really bothered patrolling after the
incident with Faith. She had been far too busy chewing her nails and stressing.
“We dusted two vamps. . .nothing special. They were
just out looking for a bite and we stopped em,” Faith reported, slumped down in
her chair opposite Buffy, saving Buffy from even attempting to come up with
something.
“So they didn’t appear to be from any sect or
anything?” Giles asked, sounding almost disappointed.
“Nah, just regular vamps getting regularly slayed by
us,” Faith drawled, and then winked at Buffy who did her best not to notice the
way the other girl was sitting.
Faith had her feet up on the table, one leg bent more
than the other. She was practically displaying herself for Buffy. Or at least,
that’s the way it would have been if Faith had on a skirt. Or nothing at all.
“Buffy? I asked if you had anything to add.” Giles
removed his glasses; raising his voice a little to get Buffy’s attention.
“Huh? Oh. . .no, nothing to add. Vamps came, we
slayed. Just like Faith said.” Faith’s name rolled off Buffy’s tongue a little
slow, causing Faith to raise an eyebrow and grin a little.
“Good, then there are no impending apocalypses or
threats of world domination.” Giles appeared lost in his thoughts. “You may as
well kill a little time before going to class then. I’ll just rearrange some
books.” He shuffled back into his office looking more than a tad forlorn.
“I swear, that guy would like nothing more than us to
burst in here every morning telling him the world’s about to end. I bet he
creams himself at the thought,” Faith crudely remarked, gaining a hearty
snigger from Xander, a quiet chuckle from Willow, and nothing from Buffy as she
was too busy worrying about Faith filling their time before class with tales of
how Buffy’s diary had entertained her.
“So, Will. . .how’s things with Oz?” Buffy asked,
hoping to halt any mention of the mortifying loss of her journal and its
contents.
The red head looked a little surprised by the
question. “Oz? Um, fine. . .why?” She sounded a little surprised too, like
there was something going on there.
“I was just wondering, ya know, how friends do about
things like their, err, friend’s lives. . .and all.” Buffy’s point had been
lost somewhere along the way, as Faith had stood to stretch her legs.
Buffy watched as Faith sauntered over to the counter,
running her finger along its length like she was about to show it a good time.
That’s when Buffy noticed the protrusion from Faith’s back pocket. It was her
little black diary, sticking mockingly out of the tight leather pants the
brunette had squeezed into that morning.
Buffy froze, ignoring whatever it was that
***
“So. . .what are we gonna do to kill time? I didn’t
drag myself outta bed for nothing,” Faith asked as she turned to face the
others, catching Buffy in the act of eyeing up her butt.
“Well, I have some books to look up, so I’ll be doing
that.”
“And I’m pretty much not with the seeking of books, so
I’m off to. . .tidy my locker, or something. See ya later.” Xander picked his
bag off the floor and made his way out.
“Say hi to Cordy, and thank her for me,” Faith said,
as he got to the door.
“What makes you think I’m going to see Cordelia?” He
waited for more of an answer than Faith’s smirk and Buffy’s humph. “Ok, busted.
But why do I have to thank her for you?”
“She’ll know why. Just tell her I got it figured out,”
Faith said, winking at Xander then making her way back to the table situated
over the hellmouth.
Buffy didn’t seem to know where to look as Faith
neared her. She couldn’t blame Buffy for acting nervous though. If someone had
taken her diary full of lascivious thoughts about another girl written in it,
she knew she’d be worried too. But she’d also be pissed off, and somewhere
under the façade of attempting to look cool, Buffy did appear pissed off.
“Look, B. . .I. . .” Faith’s attempted apology was
interrupted.
“Oooh, look what I found. The joy of. . .plants. I
think I might take this out,”
Both Buffy and Faith chuckled, looking at each other,
gentle smiles breaking some of the ice. Their eyes locked for a brief moment,
holding them both captive. Faith didn’t want to turn away, but she was afraid
to keep drowning in green innocence. She didn’t want to start feeling things that
would take away some of her control, that wasn’t what this was about as far as
she was concerned.
“I err, here. . .” Faith handed Buffy back her
journal. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of taken it.” She looked away, feeling
unusually sorry for doing something she wouldn’t have thought twice about if it
had been somebody else.
“Thank you,” Buffy said in a small voice as she placed
the book into her bag.
Both Slayers avoided eye contact for a while, Faith
moving round to the other side of the desk to sit down. She thought she should
probably go, and leave the strained atmosphere until after Buffy had read what
she had written following the last entry.
She had been compelled to go back to Buffy’s house
after Cordelia had dropped her off at her motel, so Faith had followed her
instinct and arrived there not long after Buffy had. She had fully intended to
tap on the girl’s window so they could talk things over, but then she had
witnessed Buffy masturbating.
She had watched as Buffy had slipped her fingers inside
herself, filling and stroking her pussy with Faith’s name on her lips.
The sight had aroused her so much, she was afraid that
if Buffy had let her in, she would smell it on her and know she had been
watching. Faith didn’t want to jeopardize any chance with the other girl, so
she had stealthily snuck away and thought of another plan to get Buffy to
loosen up and consider more than just writing about having sex with her.
She had looked again at the small black book, and
figured out how to let Buffy know a few things without the stubborn Slayer
shooting her down.
It had taken Faith a while to decide to write anything
at all. Then forever to come up with something appropriate. But she hoped it
would let Buffy know how she felt, even if it just served to put them on an
equal footing. It had to be better than the awkwardness surrounding them now.
“It’s awfully quiet in here.” Giles re-entered the
room with a small cup of tea in his grasp. Nobody spoke in answer. “Ok, have I
slipped into some kind of warped dimension where you all actually do believe
this is in fact a library, and the notices on the wall calling for silence are
indeed meant to be adhered to?” he chuckled and looked from one Slayer to the
other.
“We were just mentally plotting the next move in our
plan to get you out of those lame suits, G,” Faith said, breaking the tension.
“Ha bloody ha. I’ll have you know, this is the height
of fashion in librarian circles.” The self-mocking tone didn’t escape either
girl, and they laughed at Giles’ small but clearly indignant huffing sound.
“I can just see it now. Catwalks busy with tweed
suited librarians, shuffling up and down, shushing the audience, and indexing
the designer labels,” Buffy joked, pulling her serious face and trying not to
giggle as she spoke.
“Yes well, we can’t all be fashion victims, Buffy. Or
the sole reason for the growth in the cattle market.” He looked down at Faith
in her patented black leather pants.
“Hey, I just wear what I look good in. Which, I gotta
say is pretty much anything, but the leather? Gets them every time,” Faith
said, wiggling her eyebrows and not missing the slightly disgruntled look that
crossed Buffy’s face.
She knew now of course why Buffy was so against her
little sexual dalliances. The little Slayer was jealous. She didn’t want to
share, even if she was too scared to confront Faith with her feelings and her
attraction to her. It was kinda sweet, Faith had to admit. She didn’t want to
be anybody’s property, but if she had to choose, then Buffy was the only one
she would even consider going down the monogamy road with.
“Hmm, well, I won’t comment on your err, private life,
Faith. Although, I do have to say, a girl your age should respect her body a
lot more than you obviously do. You should. . .show a little more restraint,”
Giles said, sipping his tea.
“I thought you weren’t going to comment? I just do
what comes naturally. I slay, I get horny, I have to deal with it or get real
antsy. It’s a Slayer thing. . .right, B?” Faith said, lifting a booted foot up
onto the desk and grinning at Buffy, knowing the prim girl would never admit to
feeling the whole hungry and horny vibe in front of her Watcher.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Faith. And
you’re ‘antsy’ most of the time.” Buffy crossed her arms as if to quell the
conversation, or steer it firmly away from the subject of sex, or at least,
Faith and sex.
“Maybe I’m not getting enough to cure my hornies then.
I’ll have to work on that,” Faith said as she looked right into the sparkling
green of Buffy’s eyes, trying to see if she got the double meaning to her
words.
Buffy’s slight blush told her she had. Giles just
grumbled to himself and returned to his office, leaving the two Slayers sat
facing each other in a staring contest. They both refused to look away,
stubborn in their need to feel like they had the upper hand. Faith loved the
game, as it always ended in her triumph.
She licked her lips sensually, flicking her tongue
over the cleft in her full lower lip, taking her time to draw Buffy’s attention
to what she was doing.
Buffy lowered her eyes to Faith’s mouth and the
brunette smirked in victory. It was more than just a victory for their little
staring showdown however. It was also pretty good proof that Buffy was busy
thinking lustful thoughts about her.
Before either girl could dwell on it though,
“Get what you wanted, Will?” Buffy asked.
“Mostly. Um, is everything alright?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” Buffy assured, then
sneakily looked up through her eyelashes at Faith, as if to ask if everything
was all right between them.
Faith just smiled, letting a soft chuckle of air out
of her lungs at how worried Buffy must have been about the things she had
written in her diary. She had reason to be worried though, because Faith wasn’t
about to let it slide.
She half expected Buffy to think she would just tease
her about it for a while, and then forget about it. But that wasn’t going to
happen. There was no way she was going to back down from what Buffy had clearly
stated she dreamed of and wanted, in her own words.
Faith knew what she wanted too, she wanted Buffy, and
now that she was certain the feeling was mutual, nothing was going to stand in
her way.
Faith stood up whilst Willow was busy at the counter
having Giles stamp her books, she rounded the table to the side Buffy was
seated, then leaned down sexily right in front of the astonished girl.
Capturing her eyes with her own deep dark pools of desire, feeling the heat
coming in waves from the currently dazed Slayer, she leant in as close as she
could.
Placing her mouth next to Buffy’s delicate ear, Faith
whispered huskily. “Go somewhere private and turn to the last entry in your
diary. You’ll find out what I meant when I asked you to the Homecoming dance.”
She stood back up and flashed a dimpled smile at Buffy, who couldn’t seem to
take her eyes off Faith, nor speak.
She just nodded slowly, as Faith backed away and then
turned to leave the library.
“Later, guys.” Faith pushed open the door, and left
Buffy to find out exactly what she thought about the idea of them being more
than just friends.