Faith's P.O.V
"Buffy?"
I wake up the next morning to a light knocking on the door. It takes me a few moments to get my bearings, but when I do I realize that I have somehow wrapped myself firmly around B. I guess my body doesn't listen to my subconscious mind either - or maybe it does and that's why we're like this.
She's so beautiful. Perfect... Asleep.
Nah, I'll leave that territory to Mr Gordo. I hold her a little bit tighter, just watching. Until I realize
What the hell am I doing?
The door opens and I finally look up to see Willow staring at us in shock.
Now, it's a toss up between holding Buffy or the look on Red's face as to which is giving me the most pleasure. I'm sticking with B on this one. The look on her face is priceless though. And you know, I try to hold it in. I really do. But my smirk comes out in full force at this point in time.
"Hey Red."
"Faith." She frowns. "I thought you left."
You mean you wish I left.
"Nah, B and I were just doing the Slayer-bondage thing last night. " I say dead-pan. I know how much she hates the idea of Buffy finding anything to bond with me about. Which, come to think of it, isn't actually a lot. So, I milk whatever I can. Her eye kind of twitches which is fun, too.
"I just came to tell Buffy that I was going home to get changed for school, but now I'm thinking that I'll just borrow something of hers." She leans against the doorway.
"No, it's cool. You go. I'll make sure that she gets the message." I rub Buffy's back lightly, but suggestively, never taking my eyes off Willow. Her eye twitches again. I think this is the most fun I've had in a long time.
"I don't think so, Faith." She folds her arms, looking at me like I'm a crazy person for even suggesting that she leaves Buffy alone in the house with me.
She's standing in the doorway watching us, obviously with no intention of leaving anytime soon. I'd do the same thing if our positions were reversed. Actually, if our positions were reversed I'd probably drag her out of the bed and beat on her ass. Then again our positions wouldn't ever be reversed because Willow's just not the type. A shame for her, means eventually I'll win... Not that there's anything to win anymore. This is all about pissing Red off. It's not like I'm still hung up on B or anything - 'cause I'm over her. Way over. It's not like I'm turned on with her tight little body pressed up against mine...
And if I was, it doesn't mean I'm still into her...
Do I have to justify these types of things to myself?
"Okay, then." I take my hand off B's back and wave it dismissively. "Bye."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Suit yourself." I shrug, making my self comfortable. I watch her with a smirk as she clearly contemplates what to do. Leave Buffy asleep in the arms of a psycho slut? Wake her up and have her freak out on me, run and get Joyce or stand there waiting for her to wake on her own? Decisions, decisions.
The choice is taken from her and I freeze when I feel Buffy stirring in my arms. My smug moment with Willow really only works with an asleep Buffy. One that is blissfully unaware of our current position. I take a deep breath when her eyes open.
"Mmmm, hey." She smiles at me and I visibly relax, exhaling the breath I had been holding. Buffy freakout averted. Shouldn't I be on my ass halfway across the room by now? Oh well, gift horse and all that. Whatever that means. What is a gift horse anyway? And why would anybody want to look in its mouth? Maybe Giles knows.
"Hey." I smile, brushing some hair back from her forehead. I figure while I'm at it I may as well push my luck. "Thanks... you know, for last night and all." I deliberately avoid looking over at Red 'cause I know exactly how that seemingly innocent statement sounded to her. Also Buffy hasn't even noticed she's there yet... or moved at all. I don't know what I was so scared of - she doesn't seem to even care that we're like this. Something to think about anyway. It's probably because she's used to being held all the time. I'm still a virgin when it comes to this type of stuff; the close friendships with associated touchy-feely type touching. B seems happy enough 'cause her smile widens.
"Anytime."
Red immediately breaks into my happy moment by coughing loudly. B looks over her shoulder toward the door, rolling out of my grasp. She doesn't go far though.
"Hey Will." She smiles at her friend. "Sleep well?"
"Not as well as you apparently." She remarks, arms still folded across her chest.
"Yeah, Faith makes a good pillow." B pokes my side with a sleepy grin. I smile innocently at Willow, placing my hands behind my head.
Did I mention that this is the best day ever?
"I can see that."
"Yeah. You should move in Faith. You can be my human pillow." She turns to face me with a smile. "I promise to feed you and everything."
I pretend to consider it. "Well... do I get bathroom breaks?"
"I'll even let you use the shower occasionally." She pokes me again. "Come on, what do you say?"
"I say, I'll be you're pillow anytime you let me, B." I answer seriously.
"It's settled then."
"Ha! Yeah. Pillow Faith. That's funny." Red says without a hint of humor. "We're going to be late for school, Buffy."
"Yeah, remind me why I care again?" She sits up straight, rubbing at her eyes. "Are you going home, now?"
"Um... Could I maybe borrow something of yours? I really don't want to be late." She adds by way of explanation. I roll my eyes, but no one is paying any attention.
"Sure." B turns to poke me again. I rub my side. That's getting really annoying. "And you, my friend, are also coming to school with me."
"Huh? What for?" I swear I spend more time at that school than the actual students.
"You have to be there for moral support when I explain to Giles why I blew off patrol last night."
"What? No way. That was your idea. I just went along for the ride. Innocent party here... for once."
"Come on, Faith. You really don't want to see me beg." Actually I do, but not over this. "It's not pretty."
"I don't know, B. I said I'd be your pillow, not your slave."
"You don't wanna be my slave?" She pouts. She's armed and loaded and ready to go to the extreme over this one it seems.
"Well... What would I get for it?" I smirk.
"The opportunity to please me any way you can." God, you're killing me over here. Her eyes widen a bit, right along with my own. "That sounded really bad, didn't it?"
"Uh-huh." A decidedly pissed off Willow answers from the doorway, still glaring at me. Taking note of this I move my mouth up to Buffy's ear.
"I'll have to get right on that then." I murmur in my huskiest tone. I make sure that it's just loud enough for Red to hear.
"We're gonna be late for school, Buffy." Willow repeats impatiently. Unfortunately for her, B is still staring at me wide-eyed. She blinks a couple of times, coming out of the haze that I momentarily put her in. Go me! That's victory dance material, right there.
"You know where everything is, Will." B glances over at her quickly before turning her attention back to me. Red looks like she's about to stamp her foot on the ground, but goes to choose some clothes from the wardrobe instead.
"So, after school activities?" Anything beats sitting around in that motel room all day. "Or during school activities? Since you're such the little rebel and all."
Rosenburg pauses in her clothes hunt. "No way. You're not skipping school. Right, Buffy?"
"Uh... I don't know." She looks back and forth between the two of us trying to reach a decision.
Willow is not pleased. "Buffy!"
B sighs, looking apologetically at me. "I really should go. I need to talk to Giles about some stuff. Will you hang around and we'll do something later?"
"Sure." Damn Willow. She's always ruining my fun with B. I should take her out on patrol one night, put her in mortal danger and accidentally forget to save her. B so would have skipped out today if she wasn't here with all of her 'morals' and 'responsibility'. She's like that annoying cricket from Pinocchio that's always telling him not to do the fun stuff. It's a shame she doesn't only show up when you whistle for her 'cause that would have been cool.
"Weren't you going to come over to study for that English test later today?"
Now that was just sneaky.
"Oh... right." I swear to God, if Rosenburg talks her out of spending time with me one more time I'm going to do something bad and very Faith-like. Scenarios involving an apprentice Wicca, a knife and lots of blood come to mind. Maybe some virginal sacrifice to the 'Damn Willow Rosenburg to hell' Gods. "Rain check?"
Good girl.
"The test is in two days!" She says desperately. I clench my fists.
Shut the fuck up, Red.
"Breathe, Will." B laughs. "It'll be okay. I got the basics down anyway. We can skip it, thanks though."
"Fine." Willow picks up the clothes she's chosen and storms out of the room.
This is fun.
"What's her problem?" I gesture to the now empty doorway.
"She's just a little sensitive about all things academic." Buffy explains seriously.
No, she's just a little sensitive about being left out of the inner-Slayer circle. B doesn't get that though and I don't bother explaining it to her.
"So, you'll come to school?" She asks, getting out of the bed.
"I guess. Just remember that it was all your idea."
"You'd really let me take the fall for it, wouldn't you?"
"Well, it was your idea! Besides you got the cool Watcher. Giles won't care. Meanwhile, I get stuck with the runt. I swear, if I catch him checking out Cordelia one more time I'm gonna call the cops on his ass."
"Jealous?" She grins slyly. She picks up a shirt and holds it against herself, silently asking for my approval. I shake my head and point to a much tighter one that's currently hanging over a chair. I remember that one. Lots of skin. It's got my vote.
"Hardly. A bit too 'Prom Queen' for me." I watch as she shrugs and picks up the shirt that I pointed to and holds that one against herself. Hell yeah. I nod my approval. Not that I care anymore or anything.
"Yeah. He is, isn't he?" She giggles.
Uh, yeah. Him.
"Right. Anyway, I'll meet you there later. I wanna shower and stuff. Get presentable." I say, not actually moving from the bed. Maybe she'll forget that I'm even here and start changing.
"Okay, but don't be too late. It's an unwritten Slayer rule that we gotta stick together on this type of stuff."
"They won't even care, B. Trust me. I skip out on patrol all the time." She gives me a look. "Which of course you already know so we should just forget I ever mentioned it."
"Actually, you raise a good point. You should tell him." She makes the universal hand signal for 'turn around'. I sigh and do as she asks.
"Fine. I'll tell him you had a bowel disorder and had to spend the entire night in the bathroom."
"I'll tell him." She says quickly.
"Thought so."
"Hey, are we nearly... Holy God!" Willow squeaks from the door. "Sorry, Buffy. I thought you were ready."
I quickly turn around. My logic being that if Rosenburg sees, I should too.
"I am ready!" Buffy looks down at herself, frowning.
"You're wearing that?" Red slowly lowers her hands from her eyes.
"Yeah. What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. I think you look very nice, B." And tight and sexy and hot and Oh, baby I think I just got hard.
"Uh, yeah. What she said." Red blushes, looking anywhere but at the tightly clad B. Meanwhile, I can't keep my eyes off her.
"Thankyou. Faith chose it." B smiles. Willow glares at me for a moment before walking back out of the door muttering something about Buffy's shirt 'being illegal in at least eight different states.' "Faith, you gotta get out of bed now."
"Huh?" I look up toward her face, which is also nice.
"Watcher inquisition, remember?"
"Oh, right." The only thing better than a naked Buffy is a clothed Buffy. I should remember to bring a camera to the library. Not that I actually own one. I should buy one for this very special occasion. "So, I guess I'll see you later then."
"Uh-huh. Although, leaving would imply movement."
"What?" I tear my gaze away from her chest once more. "Oh, movement. As in moving... of me. Out of the bed. So... I should do that now."
"Would help." She chuckles.
"What?"
"Faith, get up!"
Buffy's P.O.V
"Buffy, you have to focus." Willow holds the English text up in front of me, waving it in my face.
"I'm focused! Completely focused. You can't get anymore focused than me." I point to myself to emphasize the point. "In fifty years people will still be talking about how focused I am. Saying stuff like 'Gee, that Buffy Summers sure was focused.' And their parents will say 'Well, if you're good and eat all of your vegetables you can grow up to be that focused as well.' Dispute my claims if you will, but..."
"I dispute." She smiles, interrupting. "And also you're a very strange person."
"So, I've been told. Sorry, I'm just..."
"Unfocused?" She cuts in again.
"No! Slightly... distracted."
"By what?"
"I don't know. I just have all this energy." I bounce up and down in my chair a few times.
"Ooh." She perks up, interested. "Bronzing type energy?"
"Has potential." I agree with a smile.
"Great! Then you, me and Xander can hit the club tonight, along with our significant others."
"Yeah. And I'll ask Faith."
"Faith's not your significant other..." She looks at me strangely. "Is she?"
"Not to the best of my knowledge." I reply slowly.
"Good." She sighs, relieved. "Uh, I mean Faith doesn't have a significant other. She might feel kind of... left out."
"Please." I snort. "Like that ever stopped her before. Besides, leave her alone for two minutes and she'll have a signif... she'll have an other."
"Yeah. About that..."
Faith's P.O.V
"Faith!" I turn around when I hear Xander calling my name. We get along okay now. Ever since I made it perfectly clear that he would never be taking me to the ballpark again. He said its cool 'cause he's got Cordy now anyway. "Hey, my buxom bud."
"Hey, boyfriend," I shake my head. "Nah, just doesn't sound the same."
"Holy crap! What happened to your face?"
"Yeah, 'cause girls love it when you point out their incredibly obvious flaws." I start walking toward the school again.
"Sorry." He smiles sheepishly. "Where is my favorite Slayer off to today?"
"To the classes that I don't have in the school that I don't go to." I roll my eyes. "Where do you think I'm going?"
"Oh, right... It is the library, isn't it?"
"With your intellect you'll be head Janitor in no time."
"Wanna see what I made in wood shop yesterday?" "Not really, no."
"Sure ya do." He pulls something out of his back pocket, ignoring me. "Guess what it is."
"I don't care."
"Come on, guess."
"Xander, I really don't care."
"Well, you're no fun." He frowns, then quickly changes his expression to a triumphant grin; holding up his prize.
"It's a stake." I say, unimpressed.
"Yeah, I made it. Isn't it cool?"
"It's a stake." I shrug.
"You wanna touch it?"
"I'm good, thanks."
"Oh, come on! You know you wanna." He waves it in front of my face.
"I know what a stake feels like, Xander." I push his arm away from me.
"Well, yeah. But you don't know what this stake feels like."
"I'll take your word for it." He wiggles it in front of my face again with a pleading expression and I stop walking. "If I touch it will you shut the hell up?"
"Uh-huh."
"Fine." I touch the end with my index finger. "Happy?"
"No." He pulls it back, frowning at it. "You didn't feel the texture. I thought you as a Slayer should know these types of things. You didn't even savor it."
"Mostly I just kill things with it." He holds it up to my face again and I snatch it from him. "Savor it, huh?" I hold it for a moment, running my hand slowly up and down the length of it. Then I remember who I'm making obscene gestures to and stop, throwing it back to him. "Yeah, it's cool. Good... texture."
"Thanks." He beams, putting it away. We begin walking again. Well, I begin walking. He's almost skipping a few steps in front of me. "I'm thinking of taking this baby out for a test run tonight."
"I'll bet you are." I can't even decide if I want to smile or beat him up for being so annoying. I go for the former. There's silence for a moment, which is surprising since both of us like to hear ourselves speak. So, I decide to fill it with my type of conversation. "You score with CC yet?"
"What?" He chokes.
"I'll take it by the look on your face that that's a 'no'." I grin. "But I bet it's not for lack of trying right? Marks for effort?"
"A." He answers with a smirk.
"Thought so. You want some help with that?"
"Pass." He pauses, looking thoughtful. "What kind of help?"
"Help getting you laid, what else?" I hurry to correct myself after a wistful look comes across his features. "And now we're firmly in the 'not by me' zone."
"I can get myself laid, thankyou very much, and by myself I mean with other people. I can get myself laid with other people by myself."
"Suit yourself. Just offering." I shrug.
"Besides, Cordy's not like that. I want it to be special, you know?" His eyes widen when he realizes what he just said. "Not that it's not special with other people 'cause it's a special act filled with specialness and I would never..."
"Relax, Repeat-o Boy. I get it. Don't make it something that it wasn't. We had straight up hot, nasty sex. Best seven minutes of my life."
"Really?" He asks hopefully. "Oh... that was an insult wasn't it?"
"Can't put anything past you, can I?"
"You didn't like it?" He frowns.
"Got the job done." I shrug.
"Oh."
I decide to toss him a bone.
"I think it's nice that you wanna make it special with Cordy."
"Yeah, me too." He nods, happily. "She's..."
"Special Ed. I dig. And you're gonna what? Candle lit dinner, gaze at the stars from the rooftop balcony with two glasses of finely chilled champagne?"
He blushes. "Too cheesy?"
Ha! I knew it.
"She'll probably like that shit though. You're gonna split a hole in your wallet in your quest to get laid."
"There wasn't much there to begin with."
"I hear the bank gives you money nowadays if you promise to give it back. Although you'll probably be paying it off for the rest of your young life. Maybe you should find a cheap...er girlfriend."
"Cheap like you, you mean." Cordelia says from behind me, having caught the end of the conversation. "Or cheap like your current living arrangements?"
Ouch. I slowly turn around with a smirk.
"Cheap like someone who doesn't have to be paid to give it up to their boyfriend. Oh, wait a second, I think there's another name for what you're doing. The word 'hooker' comes to mind."
"You told her!" She spins to face Xander in all her hellish virginal fury.
"No, he didn't tell me." I cut in, turning the attention back my way. I don't want to get the poor guy in trouble. "I can spot an unsatisfied male from a mile away."
"I find that hard to believe especially considering that there are no unsatisfied males in a ten mile radius to you."
"Ladies, ladies." Xander laughs nervously, stepping between us and placing a hand firmly on my chest. He quickly snatches it back when I raise an eyebrow at him. "This is a violence free school... mostly. And although a cat fight would be pleasurable to watch, I'm supposed to be in class right now. Let's not call unwanted attention to the truant, shall we."
"Yeah, whatever." I shrug. "Just keep your bitch on a leash, huh?"
"You skanky, trailer-park, white-trash, fashion faux pas!" She tries to rush at me, but Xander holds her firmly. "Stay away from my boyfriend!"
"I don't want your boyfriend. But maybe if you gave the boy some lovin' every now and again, he wouldn't have to go to outside sources."
"Xander, let me go!" She struggles in his grip.
"Hey, just 'cause he'll never have it better than me, that's no reason to go get all violent." I turn my back on her with a smirk, continuing my short walk to the library and leaving the Prom Queen to Xander. Not the nicest thing I could have done because he's still begging for her forgiveness when he didn't even do anything wrong. I'll apologize to him later - maybe.
I walk inside the library to see Red and Buffy sitting at the counter, talking and surrounded by books.
"Yeah. About that..." Rosenburg says, but Buffy quickly cuts in.
"Hey, Faith!" She says a bit too pointedly. I'm guessing they were talking about me.
"Hey." I smirk at Willow's death glare. I'm beginning to think that maybe I went the wrong way with the females of this group. And all this time I thought it was them. "What were we doing?"
"We were actually discussing club plans for tonight." B jumps off the counter to come stand next to me.
"Plans of club? Count us in." Xander enters the library, dragging Cordelia behind him. She doesn't look happy, but whatever he said to her obviously made her rethink taking a Slayer on. She stalks past me to take a seat.
I'm only mildly paying attention to everyone else because Buffy looks damn fine today. I don't even really need to use my imagination too much.
"Here, Buffy. You can borrow my jacket." Willow says, shrugging out of it and placing it over Buffy's shoulders. B hands it back to her, looking confused.
"What for?"
"It's cold."
"Are you joking? It's like a gazillion degrees in here! If hell were surrounded with books then that's where we'd be. Minus Satan, of course."
"We have a Satan." She mutters, looking directly at me. "But you should wear it anyway."
"Thanks, Will. But I really don't need..."
"You should listen to your friend, Buffy." Cordelia says. "Put the jacket on. And what exactly happened to the rest of your shirt? Are there monsters in the school again? I really need to get myself some new friends."
"This is the way it came!"
"You tried and that's what counts." She looks at Buffy sympathetically before turning her attention to a fashion magazine that's lying on the table.
"Just ignore them, B. I think you look great." And she does. She smiles at the compliment.
"Oh, please. Miss Fashion-Tragedy-Of-The-Year would walk around naked if she wouldn't get arrested for it." Cordy says, not even looking up from the magazine.
Hey!
Maybe.
"So, The Bonze was it? Tonight? With food and manly beer overflowing?" Xander puts in quickly, trying to avoid a repeat of what happened in the hallway.
"The Bronze sucks like Cordy on a first date." I jump up onto the counter behind B. This is a much better angle for looking down her shirt. Willow notices and shoves the jacket back toward Buffy. She waves it away, looking annoyed.
"Sleep with anyone on the way here?" Cordelia retorts.
"Hey, I'm just repeating information from my source."
"Your pimp is not the most knowledgable of characters. Although, I'm sure you've made him a rich, rich man."
"I don't know." I shrug. "I just heard about you and some dude named Kevin."
"Kevin!" Xander glares at Cordelia, probably wondering how he can get some of the same.
"Xander." She laughs, nervously. "You're not actually going to listen to that poor excuse for a female, are you?"
"Kevin?!"
"She was joking! Tell him, Faith."
"I think the words 'better than a Hoover' were used." I say with a straight face. Buffy giggles, elbowing my knee. "Don't worry, Cor. I'm sure you were the best he ever had."
Xander pulls Cordelia out of the library by the arm. We can still hear him a few moments later. His vocabulary seems to have decreased to one word, which he repeats over and over.
"Who's Kevin?" I ask.
"Cordy, huh?" B looks toward the empty doorway with mock surprise. "Who woulda thunk it?"
"That girl was way to uptight to not have some kind of extra-curricular activity."
"So, you are coming tonight, right?" Buffy looks up at me, changing the subject.
"Nah, got some stuff to do."
"Oh." She looks almost disappointed while Willow looks shocked.
What?
It's not like I'm desperate to spend every second with her...
Mostly.
Maybe like every second minute.
"But you're still coming on the weekend?" She asks hopefully.
"Wouldn't miss it." If I didn't know better I would say that Buffy actually wanted to spend time with me. Maybe I can get her to wear something just as tight. For some reason she seems to listen to my fashion advice. Maybe I can talk her into wearing nothing.
"Great!"
"What's the weekend?" Willow looks at her friend, curiously.
"We haven't actually decided yet." B looks like she wants to say something else, but Giles comes out of the office, holding a book. Doesn't that guy do anything else? I mean books are great and all, I even own one. It's got all these cool pictures of different sexual positions. But Giles really needs a different hobby.
"Ah, good. You're both here. How was patrol last night?"
Buffy looks at me pleadingly until I roll my eyes. "We didn't go."
"Oh, why not?"
"Found better stuff to do." I shrug, looking down at B. "Enough moral support for ya?"
"It's always good to take a night off every now and again. Just don't make it a habit." He walks back into the office, his nose firmly in the book.
"What just happened?" B asks, confused.
"I told you he wouldn't care." I roll my eyes. "I do it all the... I mean, he's right, a night off is a good thing."
"Yeah." She nods with a sly smile and I start to think that maybe she's beginning to loosen up a bit after all. "So, I guess that means you won't mind patrolling while I take another night off?"
What?
I'm all for nights off.
But, only if I'm involved somehow.This sucks.
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