Buffy's P.O.V
"Buffy, I want you," she whispers into my neck, holding me tight around the waist.
"What are you doing?" I try to push her back, but she hangs on tight.
"B, I want you so bad," she murmurs, inhaling deeply from my neck. I can feel her lips moving against my skin as she speaks; the heat of her breath sending shivers down my spine.
Oh, God.
I stop breathing for a second.
"Faith... Faith, no," I barely whisper. She ignores me, moving up a bit to smell my hair. It would be kinda creepy if it wasn't so damn sexy. Wait, what am I saying? "Faith, stop it."
Her hands slip under my shirt from behind. I can feel the warmth of her palms against my back as she pulls me closer.
Or don't stop it... Whatever works for you.
"Buffy, can you feel it?" And now her hands are tracing light patterns on my skin. I close my eyes, resting my forehead against her shoulder.
Can you feel it? Can you... One hand moves out from underneath my shirt to play with waistband at the front of my pants. I feel the last of my defiance slowly slipping away into oblivion.
"Faith." God, did that sound like begging? That sounded like begging. She smiles against the top of my head.
"Tell me you want me." Her voice comes out deep, low and husky. I feel it in every pore in my body. "Tell me."
Am I on fire? No? Okay, just checking. She's so warm... I can feel her everywhere.
"Faith," I moan, my breath coming out in quick gasps. I feel like I'm going to explode if she's not touching me soon.
"Say it."
"I... I want you." I lift my head up and reach an arm out. But she pulls back slightly, shaking her head.
"Tell me you need me."
"Shut up, Faith," I crush my lips against hers.
Sparkage! And softness.
And suddenly her hands are everywhere... but it's not enough. She's touching, caressing, feeling every part of me, and I want to give in. Only I'm not sure how. I need more.
Desperate, clawing, sinking. Trying to find... something.
I've never felt so alive as I do in this moment. I only know one thing - and it's her.
She slams me against the wall. Was there a wall there a second ago? Her face hoveirng so close, yet not moving. Just... looking, a hand on either side of my head. I need those hands on me, in me.
It's not enough.
I'm close to crying now, and she smiles. Victorious. I guess it's a game, but I no longer care.
I need this.
My hand moves of its own accord. Reaching up to cup her face. I gasp when she moves suddenly, gripping my wrist tightly. Closing my eyes, I let go. I let myself feel... and it's not wrong.
I'm ready.
She moves her mouth down to my ear. Her breath against my skin tickles. In an entirely too pleasant way. It's too much - all of it. I can't... I just need...
"Faith, please," I murmur desperately.
She runs a hand down my chest and over my stomach. I arch up into it, needing more than that. She presses me harder into the wall and I cry out, my head falling back and hitting something solid. I don't feel pain though; only the incredible heat that's coursing through my entire body.
Then it stops.
And I'm lost and scared and alone. I slowly open my eyes, but she's still there. Still watching. Still breathing heavily into my ear.
It makes me crazy.
"Faith?" I try to pull her closer, but she draws back, shaking her head.
"You're going to be late."
"What?"
"Buffy, you're going to be late."
"No, don't stop." I reach out again.
"Buffy?" She shakes me.
I open my eyes.
To see my mother's face leaning over me.
"Gah!" I jump back, hitting my head firmly against the bedpost. "What the...? And ow!"
"Bad dream?" she asks sympathetically.
Bad dream? Dream? Did I...
Oh God, no.
"Are you okay, honey?" I can almost feel the blood draining from my face. "Buffy?"
"Uh, yeah. Fine, mom." I sit up a little bit. "Bad dream, yeah."
Bad, bad dream.
"Okay, well, hurry up if you want me to drive you. I have to be at the gallery early this morning and you don't want to be late either."
"Yeah," I mumble absently as she leaves the room.
Okay, deep breaths. Just a dream. Dreams don't mean anything, right? Oh, God! I had a dream about Faith. A dream about Faith and... doing stuff. A dream about Faith and doing stuff and cheesy romance novel dialouge.
But it felt...
And I wanted...
No. No, no, no.
Just calm down and count to te-
Oh, screw this!
This is all Willow's fault. I'm going to kill her!
**********
"Thanks mom." I jump out of the car.
"I might be a bit late tonight, so come straight home from school to watch Dawn."
"What? Can't we just dump her somewhere? The world will a lot better off. I know a nice vampire nest that would just love some fresh new blood." I smile innocently at the brat in the back seat and she sticks her tongue out at me.
"No. No feeding your sister to vampires and no fighting." Mom checks the rear vision mirror before she drives off. "I love you."
"Would have appreciated that love a lot more if you didn't ruin my life with unwanted siblings." I mutter to myself as I jog up the stairs to the school.
"A family isn't such a bad thing to have." A sudden voice startles me and I trip on the last stair, falling directly onto the ground. I manage to take the brunt of the fall with my hands and look around to see just how many people witnessed that particular display. Faith's sitting on the edge of the stairs watching me. There's a slight smile on her face and a cigarette in her hand. She flicks it away as she walks over.
"Well, that's just great. This is the best day ever." I bang my head against the ground.
Ow, that hurts.
"Are you okay?" Faith comes to my aid, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.
"Faith, don't you knock?" I ask angrily, pushing myself up from the floor and dusting myself off. I'm more embarrassed than anything else and it takes me a moment to realize just how much sense that sentence actually made. I'm irrationally angry and she hasn't even done anything yet. But then I remember the dream that started off this oh so wonderful day, I feel myself blush.
"Not usually when I'm outside..." She looks at me confused. "And on public property."
"Oh, yeah, sorry." I walk up the last few steps carefully, making sure that I avoid the floor this time around. I also avoid any type of eye contact. "Uh, what were you doing here again?"
"I'm not allowed to go to school anymore?" Faith follows me toward the building.
"Not when you don't actually go here, no." Would it be rude of me to just run away, like, really quickly?
"I was thinking of signing up," she says casually. All discomfort due to weird dreams and embarrassment over falling on my ass disappear.
I stop walking. "That's great! Really?"
"No," she admits sheepishly.
"I see..." There's a long pause in which neither of us make a move. Her eyes are so pretty, I don't think I ever noticed before. Except I must have because they have exactly the same intensity as when she was pushing me up against the wa... uh, in the non-real, I-must-have-accidently-inhaled-some-weed dream I had. There you are awkwardness! For a minute there I thought you abandoned me. "So, I'm going to say something really interesting right about now..."
Except I don't, and we continue to stand there.
"Why is everything weird?" she asks with her usual Cordelia-esque type tact. It's such an innocent question too. Just general curiousity, really. Only it's a question that I don't have an answer to.
"I don't know."
"Did I do something to make you mad? 'Cause I wasn't even trying this time, I swear," Faith grins.
"Uh... no. It's not you, it's me."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Ever the smart-ass, she places her hand over her heart feigning shock.
"You're funny."
"I try," she shrugs.
Think of something to say, Buffy.
"So..."
Something better would be nice.
"So..." she agrees, acknowledging that we have absolutely nothing to say to each other. First. Time. Ever.
Oh, thank God.
"Look, it's Willow and Xander! My friends Willow and Xander are here." My friends, my rescuers, my salvation. I will bear their children and build alters for sacrificing lambs to them for getting me out of this extremely uncomfortable situation. I can almost forgive Willow for planting stupid ideas in my head. Almost.
"Willow and Xander, yay," Faith says flatly, but follows a short distance behind anyway.
"Hey guys!" I say happily.
"Red," Faith nods, not quite as enthusiastic as I am. "Loser boy."
"I resent that!" Xander folds his arms across his chest. "And also, you're not getting the present I got for you."
"Present?" She immediately perks up. "I want a present."
"Take back that extremely rude remark, that was completely uncalled for, and then we'll talk business," he smirks. I close my eyes; he probably shouldn't have said that. Yup, there it is. Xander somehow finds himself pressed face first against a locker, his arm twisted behind his back. It looks painful, but he's probably more surprised than anything else.
"Don't make me hurt you, Xander."
"There's gotta be a law against using slayer strength on innocent people," he mumbles. His face is all smooshed up. Faith presses him just a little bit harder into the locker. I remember how that feels... I mean, this has gone on long enough. There's a small crowd gathering and most of the guys look like they wish their name was Alexander Harris.
"Faith, that's enough."
She looks over at me, trying to decide whether to listen or not. Finally, she lets go and he rubs his arm.
"Ow!"
"Hey, what are you looking at?" I glare at a couple of the gawking guys. They quickly scurry off until it's only the four of us again.
"And violence is always a good incentive," Xander concedes, still rubbing his arm.
"Faith, you could have hurt him," I turn to her angrily.
"I didn't." She shrugs, not really caring. "We were just playin' around."
"Buffy, calm down. She didn't hurt me," he snorts "Like she could." Then he darts out of the way before she can grab him again. They run off together, looking just like two little kids without a care in the world.
He pulls something out of his back pocket. I can't see what it is because they're already half-way down the hall, talking like best buds, while I stare after them in amazement. At some point Faith slaps Xander on the back, laughing. He cringes under the force that is unknowingly placed behind it, but immediately straightens up.
They disappear around the corner.
Willow chose to remain quiet throughout the whole exchange, but I turn to her now to see if she's as confused as I am.
"No idea," she shrugs before I can voice my confusion.Wordlessly, I follow my strange friends down the hallway with Willow just as lost as I am.
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