Buffy tried her best to seem unfazed by the seductive dark eyes she had just found herself drowning in. She decided that it wouldn’t have gone down too well if she had just fainted on the spot - or would that be swooned? With a slightly trembling hand she grabbed a drink and used all the skills she had to calm the beating in her chest.
She was a little closer to knowing if the object of her infatuation did indeed feel the same; there was no mistaking the hunger behind the raven lashes of the other slayer. But Buffy wasn’t sure if that was just an after effect of her recent slaying, because Faith had certainly looked both hungry and horny.
She sat down - bottle in hand - as far away from Faith as she could, ensuring Willow was between them on the couch.
'I just don’t trust myself right now, and I don’t want to blow this,' Buffy said to herself.
She picked up the TV remote and flicked on the music channel. Noise was good she decided, it would drown out the thumping of her heart.
Almost instantly Willow began to prattle on about how music was becoming too commercial and how everything was about money. Buffy was just glad of the excuse not to think too much, and concentrated on listening to the non stop convoy of words that rushed forth from her friend.
They sat like that for quite a while; drinking, watching the music videos and commenting on various performers. Things were going fine, but then Willow decided to move.
“More drink is needed, guys. Don’t get up, I’ll get them. This is a job for super-Willow.” She unsteadily made her way to the kitchen.
“Fuck, is she drunk already, B?” Faith asked, a puzzled and surprised look on her face.
“Looks that way,” Buffy said with a smile.
She loved the way Faith called her B; it made the hairs on the back of her neck spring to attention. Yep, she was most definitely falling for the girl.
“Guess we’ll just have to catch up then.” Faith gave her a wicked wiggle of her eyebrows and downed the remainder of her bottle.
'How the hell can someone turn me to jello with just their eyebrows?' Buffy mused. 'Jesus, get a grip already.'
* * *
Willow returned with an arm full of booze and plonked herself on the floor next to the TV.
“Hope there’s some for us, Red. I don’t like the idea of sitting watching you get shit faced when I’m stone cold sober,” Faith stated.
She reached out to grab a bottle at just the same moment Buffy did. You would have sworn they had just been electrocuted the way they both jumped as their arms brushed against each other. It was kind of obvious, even to willow.
“God, what are you trying to do, give me a heart attack? What’s with you guys? I nearly had a face full of this stuff again,” Willow grumbled.
“Sorry, must still be buzzing after the slay,” Faith said, trying to stop herself from saying more but failing. “Either that or B just can’t handle my amazing sexual energy.”
'Shit, what a dumb ass - I said too much,' Faith groaned internally.
She dare not turn to look at the girl to her right; Faith didn’t want to see an angry or disgusted Buffy right at this minute. What she did see though made her flirty comment pale in comparison.
As Buffy leaned back over for another drink, she made certain she did it in just a way that ensured Faith would get an eyeful of her cleavage. Faith had been trying her best all night not to look down Buffy’s very small and revealing top, but as Buffy took her time retrieving her bottle of beer from the table, she allowed her eyes to savour the soft curves of the blonde girl’s deliciously pert breasts.
Faith's lungs decided she needed more oxygen as her breathing quickened dramatically, and as Buffy raised her eyes to catch her looking down her top she realised she was being out flirted.
'Damn, B. You got me there,' Faith said to herself.
She took a swig from her bottle and attempted a change of subject before she did or said something they might both regret.
“So, who knows any good party games?” she asked.
Willow pulled her face away from the TV and excitedly offered her idea of a good party game.
“Truth or Dare. Come on, It’ll be fun,” Willow suggested excitedly.
'Thanks a lot, Willow. That was so what I did not want to play,' Faith grumbled, her inner-voice talking more than was probably healthy.
Buffy looked unsure at first, but then agreed with Willow. It seemed the drink was getting to her too.
Faith didn’t think this was fair at all and so proceeded to down her drink quickly and start on another. She really didn’t want to embark on such a game with the girl of her dreams in an entirely too sober state. Her nerves were shot to bits. It was so unlike her to feel this intimidated by anyone, but Buffy had her on edge. She was caught between wanting to be her usual confident flirty self, and sitting back and keeping things safe.
The thing was, Faith just hated playing things safe. She knew that sooner or later she would slip up. Hadn’t she already done that by so obviously looking down Buffy’s top?
'What a sucker I am,' Faith said to herself. 'Well, lets just see where this little game goes.'
* * *
Buffy was beginning to feel a little light headed. She wasn’t used to drinking, it’s just not something she did. But she was enjoying the feeling it gave her; she could feel the tension of the past few weeks lessen, and she knew she was letting her guard down - certainly as far as Faith was concerned. She had just loved the look on the younger girl’s face as she had leaned in front of her, allowing her a clear view of the top of her chest.
She hadn’t expected quite the reaction she had gotten, as Faith’s own chest had clearly begun to rise and fall much quicker than normal. It had unquestionably fanned the flames of Buffy’s rising hope. She was daring to actually believe that Faith was interested - in more than a strictly “lets just be friends” kind of way.
She realised it was probably not a good idea to keep drinking, but then it probably wasn’t a good idea to fall for Faith either. She decided to just go with it. For now at least.
“Ok, who’s gonna start the game?” Willow asked.
She never could just wait around for things to happen, the girl had way too much enthusiasm for a teenager.
Faith just shrugged her shoulders; it doubtless wasn’t going to be such a big deal for the shameless slayer, but Buffy hated being asked about personal stuff. Not even Willow knew all the details of her life. The secret she was keeping from her about Faith was testament to that.
“Well, as it was your idea, Willow, go ahead,” Buffy said and took another swig.
'Yep, getting tipsy now,' Buffy told herself, her inner-voice even starting to slur a little. 'Tipsy is good. Less embarrassment.'
“Ok, I’ll spin a bottle and whoever the top end lands on has to answer my question, or do a dare,” Willow said.
“Just remember not to drink out of that one for a while then, Red. Don’t want a repeat performance of your little shower scene,” Faith pointed out with a grin.
She gave Willow a wink as she said it, and even though the comment had made Buffy snigger she was also feeling a little jealous.
“Can we drop that now, Slayers? It’s getting old,” Willow grumbled.
She put the bottle on the table and gave it a spin. As it slowed to a stop she bit her lip in concentration, thinking of a question.
It landed on Faith, or at least slightly to the left of her, but both Buffy and Willow agreed not to bother with another spin.
“Right then, seeing as you’re both ganging up on me, I’ll take truth.” Faith shifted her position on the couch as she awaited the question, effectively bringing her much closer to Buffy.
'Oh boy,' Buffy stammered internally.
She could literally feel the heat coming from the other slayer.
“We’ll start easy I think, nothing too risky,” Willow stated, nodding in agreement with herself. “Faith, when did you have your first real kiss?”
* * *
“Christ, Red, is that the best you can do?” Faith asked.
'Ok, we’ll play it your way for a while,' Faith said to herself. ' At least until we are all suitably on the wrong side of sober.'
“I think I was about 11. My first boyfriend,” Faith said, answering the question. “Hey, don’t look so shocked, I’m not as bad as you all think you know.”
Or maybe she was, but Faith hadn’t exactly had the greatest childhood, and it wasn’t really something she wanted to go into.
“Ok, my turn to spin,” Faith continued quickly.
As she leaned down to spin the bottle she grabbed the top of Buffy’s thigh for support.
She felt the lean muscles under her touch quiver and tense, just the reaction she had wanted. She sat back again and removed her hand, but not before she had looked right into Buffy’s eyes, almost as a challenge. And the way Buffy had looked away - practically refusing to make eye contact with her - spoke volumes to the younger girl.
Buffy was interested all right, she was interested and it was confusing the fuck out of her. Faith had been there herself in the past.
The bottle landed on Willow and Faith asked her some inane question that wouldn’t require too much of an indecent answer, or embarrass them all too much; she was still trying to play it cool after all.
This went on between the three of them for a short while. Spin, ask a silly question that they pretty much knew the answer to anyway, and then take a drink. Nobody had yet dared to cross the line - that personal boundary of inappropriate curiosity. The well hidden secrets and desires hadn’t been tempted out into the open, or at least not until Willow had decided to raise the stakes.
The bottle had spun its way around to Faith again, and now that the little red-head had built up some courage - if that’s what you could call downing more bottles of beer than she could remember - she hit the slayer with a great question. Great considering it would give Faith a chance to let the cute blonde next to her know a few home truths about herself.
“Remember, Faith, you have to answer or we’ll give you a really nasty dare to do,” Willow stated clearly.
“Come on, Red, out with the question.” Faith had been looking forward to a change in pace, and just maybe the other two girls had drunk enough to run with it now.
“Have you ever kissed another girl?” Willow asked, grinning slightly.
'How did I know you were going to ask me that?' Faith mused.
Faith took a slow drink, building the tension that she could practically feel emanating from the other slayer. She allowed her trademark wicked grin to spread across her lips as she answered.
“Oh yeah, a couple,” she answered nonchalantly.
She glanced over at Buffy before finishing off her bottle, and caught the fall of the older girl’s chest as the breath she had been holding quietly slipped from her lungs. It wasn’t obvious enough for Willow to notice - probably because she was too busy gaping like a fish - but it didn’t escape Faith’s attention.
“You mean, you’ve kissed more than one girl? How many? When? I mean, that’s like. . .I don’t know. . .cool,” Willow spluttered.
“Take a chill pill, Red, it’s not that big a deal,” Faith chuckled.
“Maybe not for you, Faith, but for some of us sex is a big deal,” Buffy said, looking a little uptight.
“Who said anything about sex, B?” Faith asked.
That stumped the virtuous little blonde. Or at least she thought it had as Buffy paused to look down at her hands for a second - but then she came right back with a question of her own.
“Have you? Had sex with a girl I mean,” Buffy asked.
The tremble in her voice was slight, but a dead give away, and she had asked the question in such a soft and intimate way that even Willow seemed taken aback.
Faith took a breath to calm her racing heartbeat, not wanting to deafen anybody. Then she looked directly into Buffy's demure eyes and answered.
“Well. . .” Faith began, pausing for dramatic effect, “the thing is, B, its not you’re turn yet so you don’t get to ask me that.”
She gave Buffy a slow and sexy smile before taking a drink and leaning down to spin the bottle.
“She got you there, Buffy,” Willow mumbled.
* * *
'Jesus, stop being so obvious, Buffy,' Buffy told herself.
The little slayer was in danger of tripping herself up. But then, they were playing truth or dare, so surely personal questions were allowed. Plus she was feeling fairly drunk now and that was always a good excuse.
Buffy sat back waiting for the bottle to stop; half not wanting it to land on her because she didn’t want to answer anything too private, and half wanting it to so she would hopefully get her chance to ask Faith her question again. It didn’t, which meant she would have to wait some more for her inquiry to be answered.
The bottle had landed on Willow. Faith shot her such a dirty grin it made her face flush redder than her hair. Buffy actually felt sorry for her, and she didn’t even have a clue what it was Faith was going to ask her.
“Have you ever used anything to masturbate with? I mean, other than your hand,” Faith asked, smirking widely.
'Ugh, this girl is just too lewd, and dirty, and sexy. . .' Buffy mumbled internally.
Willow looked pretty shocked at first, but then her inebriated state seemed to level her out and she actually grinned almost as carnally as Faith had when she had asked her question.
“Well, this one time at band camp. . .” She recounted a particularly crude tale of her sexual frustration while she was away on camp, and how she managed to alleviate it using her flute of all things.
Buffy just sat in shock. She had no idea Willow could be so uninhibited, let alone rude. Drunk-Willow was obviously a lot less shy than sober-Willow. Faith was just laughing her ass off. Buffy had seen the shock in Faith’s eyes when Willow had actually answered her question. She mustn’t have thought the red head would actually answer her, and certainly not so candidly. Now she couldn't stop laughing it seemed.
“Fuck!” Faith blurted. “That’s fucking funny. I didn’t even know you played the flute.” She snorted as she said the word flute, making herself laugh even harder.
“Yeah well, I don’t so much now.” Willow was chuckling to herself along with Faith.
“I guess it tastes kinda funny now huh, Red?” Faith said through her guffaws.
They both laughed even harder than before.
Buffy couldn’t help giggling with them, even though she was still completely shocked. Things had definitely taken a turn for the worse.
They asked each other a few more embarrassing questions, but nothing quite so bad as the whole 'flute' story came out.
Then it landed on Buffy and it was Faith’s question. Thankfully Buffy had mostly avoided being asked things by Faith. She wasn’t sure whether this was going to be good or bad.
Faith shuffled about - thinking of a question - and as she did so her thigh rested gently on Buffy’s. The little blonde thought about moving away from the contact, but then decided she liked it far too much. Suddenly it felt like all her nerve endings had leapt to that one place on her body that Faith was touching. It was like exquisite torture; just the thought of Faith’s well toned thigh brushing ever so lightly on her own caused Buffy to heat up by several degrees.
“Ok, B. Who do you think about when you do a little DIY?”
Buffy nearly choked on her drink.
'Shit, the girl is certainly bold. I mean it’s one thing asking Will something like that, but she knows how much of a prude I am,' Buffy whined to herself.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Buffy said.
She thought it would be best to play dumb, and hopefully Faith would get the message that she really didn’t want to answer that particular question. Mainly because lately it was Faith that Buffy thought about when she touched herself. She should have guessed that Faith wouldn’t just let it drop, though.
“You know what I’m talking about, Twinkie. When you’re all alone and get a little horny. . .who do you think of?”
The blush that settled itself firmly on Buffy’s face could have lit a small town.
“You have to answer, Buffy. Or do a dare, remember?” Willow interjected.
“Thanks for the support, Will,” Buffy grumbled.
She was caught between a rock and a hard place, with no way out.
As Buffy contemplated the best way to escape this with her modesty and pride intact, she felt Faith increase the contact of their thighs. It was getting extremely hot, and Buffy had a mental image of sitting in the fridge in order to cool down. She really hoped that Willow hadn’t noticed how close the two of them were sitting to each other; it just felt too nice to move away from the brunette, far too nice.
“Ok, I give. I’m not answering that question,” Buffy said firmly.
“Spoil sport,” Willow whined.
“Took the words right out of my mouth, Red.”
The huge grin on Faith’s lips indicated just how pleased with herself she was for flustering Buffy. Either that or she was busy conceiving a cruel dare.
“Of course, now you have to pay for being a prude, B.”
'Oh crap,' Buffy's inner-voice groaned.
Faith lazily savoured her drink as her shit-eating-grin got bigger; it looked good on her, sexy and flirty. Buffy loved Faith's grin. She loved all of Faith’s facial expressions; after all, the girl was certainly expressive. She was also effortlessly attractive and Buffy was completely sure now of her attraction to her. It wasn’t just a passing thing, or some kind of crush. It was raw, and needy. Even with her lack of experience Buffy knew she wanted Faith in every way possible.
She wanted those soft looking lips on hers. She wanted to feel Faith’s hands on her skin, her body pressed against her. Most of all, Buffy wanted to touch Faith. She wanted to slip her fingers into Faith and discover her, feel how wet she was, how turned on for her she was. Just the thought of it alone sent little shock waves through her emanating from in between her legs.
Faith was looking at Buffy with what could only be described as a fascinated look in her deep dark eyes. Buffy realised she must have been looking a bit strange sat there licking her lips at the prospect of getting intimate with her.
Willow hadn’t seemed to notice, probably because she was pretty drunk by now, but Faith was obviously getting some kind of insight or something, as her eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline.
'Shit, shit, shit! Look away, Buffy!' she yelled at herself. 'Don’t just stare into her eyes; her gorgeous, chocolate brown, lustful eyes. Wait a minute. . .lustful? At me? She. . .definitely lustful.'
“I know what she should do for a dare, Faith. Buffy should have to kiss you,” Willow blurted out, breaking the tension.
* * *
It was Faith’s turn to almost choke on her drink this time. She had completely forgotten about the dare after being witness to Buffy’s little 'space out' moment. She was sure she knew what kind of thoughts were going through the blonde’s head. The subtle grin on Buffy's face, the licking of lips, increased breathing - it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.
Faith was just hoping beyond all hope that the cute blonde had been thinking of her. The distinct look of desire in Buffy’s eyes didn’t retreat when she had looked up to catch Faith watching her. In fact, it had increased as their eyes met.
'Could just be the booze. Don’t start jumping for joy,' Faith's inner-voice warned.
“Come on Buff, you have to kiss Faith.” Willow wasn’t going to let this one go.
Faith looked tentatively at Buffy. She was more than willing to partake in this dare, but didn’t believe Buffy would ever have the guts to - with alcohol running through her veins or not. Buffy appeared to be really nervous, she couldn’t hide it.
“It’s ok, princess, if you haven’t got the guts. . .”
“Shut up, Faith. I so do have the guts, and I never back down from a dare. I can do this,” Buffy stated.
The nervous look in her eyes slowly gave way to a determined resolve.
'She can’t be serious,' Faith mused.
Buffy turned slightly on the couch to face the brunette, her face a picture of concentration. Faith held her breath, feeling a little unsure herself now. She had thought about this moment countless times, but this particular scenario had never been one of those thoughts. She turned towards Buffy, trying her best not to smirk, or move, or do anything to frighten Buffy off.
Willow just sat on the floor with a goofy grin spread across her face. Faith was in two minds whether or not to want to kill the red-head or kiss her too for suggesting the dare.
'Fuck, what am I doing?' Faith asked herself. 'Don’t worry, she’ll just give you a quick peck. She’s not likely to. . .oh, Fuck!'
Buffy lent forward slowly, her eyes closing just before her lips met Faith's. Her mouth moved delicately over the younger girls, teasing Faith into reacting just as softly. Her own eyes closed as she sunk into the exquisite sensation of Buffy’s lips on hers. The kiss was certainly no chaste peck, especially now that Buffy’s tongue was gently asking permission to enter her mouth. Faith couldn’t exactly refuse, as her body took control of her mind.
Faith opened her mouth a bit more and slowly slid her tongue over and around Buffy’s, trying her best not to get too carried away on the wave of passion that was fast racing up from her groin. The kiss was so gentle, so sweet, and sexy as fuck. Faith was loving the way Buffy’s lips and tongue felt on her own - it was taking her breath away. She could have stayed right there forever, just tasting the other girl, but all too soon Buffy was pulling away, leaving Faith's lips on fire. Hell, she was burning up all over.
Faith couldn’t open her eyes; she was trying her best to burn the sensations into her memory, to catch what she felt and lock it in her heart just in case she never got to kiss her again. It was more probable than not that she wouldn’t.
Eventually she did open her eyes, at the exact same time as Buffy. Talk about a moment - it could have been made for a movie. Buffy gazed shyly up at Faith, and the brunette couldn’t mistake the fire in her green eyes for anything but desire. Buffy was breathing hard too; although it was obvious, she was trying her best not to.
Faith was attempting - but failing - to hide her own desire.
'Got to stop looking into her eyes now,' Faith told herself. 'Got to do something. Willow is in the room. Come on, Faith, get a grip.'
“Wow, guys. That was like. . .I don’t know - intense or something,” Willow mumbled. “Must be a slayer thing, 'cause I could feel the heat from here. Guys?”
Faith pulled her eyes away from Buffy, grabbed her drink and downed it in one. She was suddenly extremely thirsty.
“Yeah, Red. A Slayer thing,” Faith agreed, trying to steady her breathing.
Faith was reeling from the kiss. In all her experience she had never been kissed quite like that before. Never with so much. . .feeling. It sealed the deal completely for her. She knew now without a shadow of a doubt that she was falling for Buffy. In fact she would have to admit she was already head over heels in love with her.
* * *
Buffy couldn’t quite believe what she had just done.
'I kissed Faith. I kissed her. Lips, tongue, everything. I so didn’t mean for it to be that. . .full on,' Buffy rambled to herself.
She was trying her best to pull herself together. She felt like she had just been run over by a steamroller. A Faith-shaped steamroller with deliciously kissable lips.
She thought she must be drunk, or going crazy or something. Buffy had just never imagined herself as being the kind of girl to do such a thing, especially as Willow was watching at the time. It dawned on her then that Willow must have been wondering what the hell was going on, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Faith had just tasted so nice, felt so tender. And Buffy's arousal had manifested itself between her legs; she was wet for Faith. It was by far the best kiss she could ever recall having.
Buffy gathered her wits just enough to slow her breathing and spin the bottle. She thought it was probably best to move on as quickly as possible, hopefully before Willow could ask any embarrassing questions. And before she could begin to dwell too much on the fact that Faith obviously wanted her, just as much as she wanted Faith. She did make a little promise to herself that she would taste those lips again, however. If not tonight, then soon. . .very soon.
“Oh look at that, F. I get to ask you a question now,” Buffy gloated.
She grinned from ear to ear. It was the first time she had managed to get the bottle to land on Faith since wanting to ask her if she’d ever slept with another girl.
“Lay it on me, girlfriend.”
The tone between the two slayers had definitely entered into full on flirting now.
“Presuming that you have slept with a girl before. What was it like?” Buffy asked.
'You didn’t expect that, did you, gorgeous?' Buffy chuckled to herself.
“That’sh clever, Buffy. Really. . .schmart,” Willow slurred comedically.
Buffy hoped she wasn’t doing the same because it wasn't attractive.
“Why’d you wanna know, B?”
Faith’s sultry grin was back, and her voice had taken on an even more husky sexiness than usual, making Buffy’s pimples look like geese. . .or something similar.
'Huh? Geese?' Buffy wondered internally.
“Goose pimples!” she giggled aloud when she realised what she was trying to think about.
“What?” Willow asked, trying to focus on Buffy.
“Um, B? I think you should stop drinking now. You’ve gone wacko,” Faith pointed out.
“Sorry, private thought. Anyway, you have to answer my question, Faith,” Buffy reminded.
She knew she was drunk now; even though she wasn’t slurring like Willow her mind was all out of focus.
She wanted Faith to answer her. Buffy’s normal slight prudishness about sex had suddenly gone out of the window at the prospect of finding out if she had a chance with the younger girl. She surmised that if Faith said she had enjoyed the experience with a woman, she would be more inclined to want to do it again, and hopefully with her.
“All right. You were right to presume I’d had sex with another girl. And it was. . .”
Buffy could feel her heart beating quicker, the hot moist feeling between her legs that the kiss had brought about getting worse.
“Go on,” Willow prompted unable to curb her curiosity.
“It was the best sex I’d ever had, even though it was really no more than just a quick fuck against a wall,” Faith said finally, then looked directly at Buffy. “Before you ask; she fucked me with her tongue and I came all over her face, then I did the same to her.”
'Well, I certainly asked for that,' Buffy said to herself, her inner-voice squeaking a few octaves higher.
Both Willow and Buffy sat with their mouths open wide at just how graphic Faith had been. It wasn’t quite the answer Buffy had expected, but then she mentally kicked herself as she remembered just how frank Faith could be. Sex had never really been an issue the younger girl shied away from - in fact she was much more likely to bring the subject up when they talked.
Faith had certainly beaten her at this game. She positively screamed sex in every way; her look, the way she walked, the way she talked. After a good slaying the brunette was practically a ball of sexual tension. In fact she always seemed to be a ball of sexual tension, but then Buffy thought that maybe she just saw that because of the way she felt about her. Whichever way she looked at it, she was still beat.
“W-Well, there was no need to give us the intimate details, Faith,” Buffy stuttered.
“But you did ask me what it was like, B. I was just telling it like it is, or was. It was just a one off with her.”
Faith waved her hand in a gesture that clearly indicated the girl was past history.
* * *
Faith thought it was best to add that last bit of information, just in case Buffy thought she was still screwing the other girl or something. She so didn’t want her to think she wasn’t free, available, willing to be with Buffy. Whether Buffy was looking to get into something with her or not, she wanted her to know she could.
“Gosh, Faith. E’ry time I think you can’t surprise me, you go and do id again. You’re like. . .bad,” Willow slurred., hiccuping a few times while she was at it.
Faith and Buffy just looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was really quite a silly thing to say considering Faith was the perfect example of a bad-girl.
“Gosh? Since when the fuck do people still say gosh, Red?” The brunette managed to squeeze her question out between tears of laughter.
“Snot fair, I’m. . .I’m going to be sick.” With that said Willow stumbled out of the room, running to the bathroom.
It just caused the two slayers to laugh even harder. Buffy fell into Faith, clutching her sides as she giggled like a twelve year old. Faith tried her best to sit the blonde back up, but was laughing too much herself so they just kind of clung to each other as the giggling subsided.
“Do you think I should go check how she is?” Buffy asked through tears of laughter.
“I’d prefer you to stay just where you are, B.”
Buffy was currently in Faith’s arms, resting her head against her shoulder.
Faith looked down into sparkling green eyes, and before she could stop herself she had dipped her head and covered Buffy's mouth with her own.
Faith lightly kissed the waiting lips, but then she came to her senses.
'What the fuck am I doing?' she asked herself.
She was positive this was not the best thing for her to be doing right now. They were both fairly drunk, Buffy more so. And Willow was busy losing her stomach in the toilette. And Buffy might just slap her. And. . .
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Faith mumbled.
She stood up abruptly, sending Buffy tumbling off the couch in to a heap on the floor.
As sure as Faith was about Buffy wanting her, she realised that rushing her was not going to go down too well. Of course there was the whole Angel issue to consider too. Watching Buffy pick herself up off the floor, Faith decided to beat a hasty retreat.
“I should go,” Faith said, rushing straight into panic mode.
She hated feeling out of control, and Buffy definitely made her feel like that. She wanted to run before Buffy could come up with the inevitable “I’m not ready for this. I’m with Angel. How dare you presume that I feel the same way you do” speech.
Before Faith could reach the door however, Buffy jumped in front of her, standing on unsteady legs. The shorter girl searched Faith’s eyes for a few seconds then she lifted her hand to her cheek. Buffy looked terrified, doubtful, and determined all at the same time. Faith just stood there, not moving, totally unsure of what to do next - Buffy's fingers burning her with their intimacy. Her instincts were telling her to flee before things got way too complicated, but they were also telling her to stay and find out what could happen next; she wanted the other girl so much.
Then - almost knocking her off her feet - Buffy practically leapt on Faith. Buffy's lips were firmly letting Faith know how much she had longed for them to be this close. The kiss was intense, nearly bruising in its need. Faith couldn’t hold back any longer; she reciprocated with just as much passion, letting her tongue take hold of Buffy’s. Her fingers tangling themselves into silky blonde tresses that cascaded over her hands. She was lost in Buffy’s kiss once again.
Just as Faith began pushing Buffy backward towards the wall behind her, Willow clumsily made her way down the stairs. The two slayers jumped apart before Willow caught them.
“I feel better now. S’goin on?” Willow asked.
“We were just um, gonna come see how you were doing, Red,” Faith stammered, shifting nervously away from Buffy and trying her best not to make things obvious.
If Willow hadn’t been as drunk as she was then there was no doubt in Faith's mind that she would have guessed what was just happening. Even though they had pulled apart just in time, both of them were breathing erratically and blushing slightly from the heat that had arisen between them.