"It's been a while," Faith said.

"Hungry?" Willow asked as she pulled into the drive-through. Willow imagined Buffy on the other side of the speaker, and smiled.

Once Faith was done with her burger and fries, she watched Willow eating. Willow shifted and kept eating. By the time Willow balled up her food wrapping and tossed everything into back into the bag, she could meet Faith's eyes without flinching. Not surprisingly, Faith still looked hungry. Willow took a deep breath, and leaned forward.

Faith waited for Willow to reach her, gave her all the time in the world to reconsider. Just as their lips met, Willow realized that Faith had indeed changed.

Once Willow had finished the torturous journey across the car to Faith's lips, Faith accepted the gesture, and immediately tried to take control. They fought for dominance, Faith's slayer strength against Willow's determination not to submit. Eventually, Willow climbed over the seat to straddle Faith, grabbing her hair to hold her in place while Willow trailed her lips and tongue over every inch of Faith's face. When Willow tugged on an earlobe with her teeth, Faith moaned. Willow pulled back, and, with Faith's rapt gaze focused on her, pulled off her top. Faith absorbed Willow's body, and ran her hands across Willow's body, up and down her back, her sides, her stomach. Willow did not wait for Faith to request permission to remove Willow's bra, she did it herself, and then she pulled Faith's face into her cleavage. Faith enthusiastically went to work on Willow's breasts and nipples, making Willow gasp and writhe on Faith's lap.

Eventually, Willow pulled Faith away, and tugged off Faith's top, appreciatively examining her body as it became more exposed. When they had reached the limits of the front seat, Faith motioned to the back seat, but Willow shook her head. Willow reached down and found the seat adjustor, and pushed the seat as far back as it could go, and then released the seat back, so that they were almost laying down, Willow on top of Faith. Faith tensed at this, until Willow slid off her lap and onto her knees in front of Faith. At a small tug, Faith lifted her hips enough for Willow to slide her jeans and underwear down to her ankles, and then Willow went to work.

Faith's legs were spread as wide as they would go in the small car, one knee pressed against the door, the other jammed against the stick shift. Willow teased and touched, rubbed and sucked. Faith whimpered and moaned and plead. Willow slid two fingers inside Faith; Faith asked for more. Willow lapped at Faith's clit; Faith thrust out her hips. Willow hummed; Faith cried out.

Once Faith had finally come, Willow climbed back onto Faith's lap, and Faith opened Willow's pants and slipped her hand inside. With Faith's expert lips on her breasts and Faith's expert hands on her cunt, Willow came very quickly.

When they had both calmed down a bit, Willow clambered back over to the drivers side, and they redressed, in silence. Willow started the car again, and carefully began to drive out of the alley. While Willow was waiting for traffic to clear to turn left towards the freeway, Faith finally spoke.

"Thank you."

Willow didn't respond.