BUFFY'S POV :

"Faith, stop fishing for all the green M & M's," I watch her as she fingers the bag. She smiles at me and puts it down.

She's already got a big pile of them on a napkin in the middle of the table. She studies the pile and then plucks out a red one that has found its way into it. She hands it to Tara.

"Here, T. Mmmm...Red," She gives Tara a wink.

Tara smiles and puts it in her mouth.

"That's right, baby, suck on it, don't chew," Faith instructs.

Tara smiles big as she sucks on it.

"Okay, now after you get it all wet and ready, bite it a little, so you can get to the soft center."

She watches as she does this.

"Now, T. If you suck a little harder, it'll melt in your mouth real fast. But if you want to make it last for a while, then just run your tongue over it slowly, like this."

Her tongue slides slowly over her upper lip in a smooth up and down motion.

Mmm...I know that move. I love that move.

Willow groans.

"Baby, you can't hang out with Faith anymore. She's a bad influence. She's wicked, baby. A wicked, wicked Faith."

"What's so wicked, Willow? I didn't give her any green M & M's, I just gave her a 'red' one," Faith says innocently, "I'm just showin' her the proper way to eat them," she adds.

"You've shown her too many things already."

"Aw, come on, Red. I can't help it if Tara's a quick learner. You should be happy, you're the one reaping from it."

"But you're not telling her everything. You leave things out. I think that's key, Faith, that's key."

They're referring to the other day. After Faith and I got back from the costume party, they were already in their room. We heard buzzing and moaning and figured they had discovered Julia Ann's special toy. Which was fine, until we didn't see them come out of their room the entire next day.

Cordy was the one who brought it to our attention.

"God dammit!!" we had heard her shout.

We looked to the top of the stairs and saw Cordy limping.

"Do they think this is a hotel or something? They keep leaving their pizza boxes and coke cans in the hallway by the door. I'll be damned if they expect me to polish their shoes next too."

"Red and T are still in their room?" Faith asked.

"Uh, Hello! Like all day long," Cordy said rubbing her ankle.

"And they haven't stepped out once?" I asked confused.

"No, not once. They even make me bring the pizzas and sodas up to them. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, cuz at least they slip me the money under the door."

"Under the door? They don't even open it for you?" Faith was grinning.

"I thought they went to A Different Light Bookstore. They said they wanted to go today," I was still confused.

"Baby, I guess they found better things to do. I mean, even an enema is better than goin' to a bookstore," Faith told me quite seriously.

"Baby, I don't think they're doing that, but there's books on that too."

"Oh. Well, why didn't anyone tell me?"

She was kidding that time. I mean, we do like anal...like those butt-beads she got us...but an enema is a whole other story.

But those beads...

"Baby, you want me to go look?" Faith asked, taking me out of my reverie.

"No, Faith. I'm sure if they needed us they'd call."

Then the phone rang.

"Ha. That's funny, B."

"It's probably them wanting another pizza. You answer it," Cordy said.

I went to answer it.

"Hi, Willow...Oh, okay, sure. Hold on a sec," I looked at Faith, "They want you to come up."

"Woooo-hooooo! Three's Company. You okay with that, baby?"

"Eew, gross, Faith," Cordy said, making a face.

"What she said," I concurred, and hung up the phone. I wondered why they wanted Faith and not me?

"Spoiled sports," Faith said, sprinting up the stairs. A few moments later we heard a loud burst of laughter.

Then Faith came out of the room. She stood at the top of the stairs and then collected herself.

"Uh, Cor. You know where Angel keeps his tools?"

"Toolbox, under the sink."

"Thanks."

She sprinted down the stairs and didn't look at us. A few moments later she sprinted back up.

I looked at Cordy.

"Beats me," she shrugged.

We waited. Cordy looked through her date book. I tapped my foot. Cordy penciled something in. I tapped my other foot. Cordy erased something. I began to pace, stopping every so often to tap my foot.

She looked at me and sighed.

"Oh, go find out."

I ran up the stairs.

I got to Will and Tara's room just as Faith was coming out.

She was backing out quietly and she had one of those 'surgical' dust masks around her neck. She closed the door and looked at me.

"Are you a relative?" she asked in a deep soap opera voice.

"What?"

"Are you a relative?" she asked again.

I played along.

"Yes, I'm her sister."

"Well, you'll be happy to know the operation was a complete success. She's resting, but you can go see her now."

I looked at her curiously, but she just nodded her head.

I opened the door and heard Willow yell from the bathroom.

"NOT funny, Faith. Get back in here, you're not done!"

I poked my head inside and saw Tara standing in front of Willow, who was sitting on the toilet. And by the sound of it, she was peeing like she hadn't gone in years. She was also muttering something under her breath.

I tuned in my hearing.

"I said we should have gotten BUFFY, but noooo, Tara, you said Faith would understand more. Now look what she did."

"It c-could be worse, Willow," Tara said, tearing off some toilet paper and handing it to her.

"How? Now everyone is going to know."

"You could still be handcuffed to the bed frame, having to pee, instead of being handcuffed to me."

I felt Faith put her hand on my shoulder and she pulled me out, closing the door behind us.

"I think that's enough excitement for one day. They need their rest now. Would you like to have a cup of coffee in the cafeteria?"

So Willow was still a little sore about it. Faith had actually convinced me to leave them that way for a while.

See, this doctor made house calls and had a wonderful bedside manner. In fact, she's the only gynecologist that I ever looked forward to seeing again.

"Relax, Red. It all turned out okay. How was I to know Tara would take the 'kitten in handcuffs' seriously?"

Tara reaches for a green M & M.

"If these make you horny, do Reese's Pieces make you randy?"

"Gonna have to ask Giles about that, T. Or maybe we could slip a few in his Earl Grey tea and find out."

"Please don't. I'd rather you asked ET. Giles and candy are not a good combination," I say, shuddering.

"Wanna ask your mom about that, B?"

"No, Faith. An emphatic no."

"Okay," she grins.

We hear Cordelia breathe sexy into the phone:

"I miss you too, lover. But it's still Gay Pride and I haven't had my fill yet...of course I'll call you the minute it's over...okay, I'll ask her," she holds the phone to her breast, "Faith, Frenchie wants to know if you want him to send over some horse meat with Angel's goat blood."

"Yeah, sure," Faith says absent-mindedly. She's talking with Tara.

"Would you like some sauce with that?"

Faith doesn't answer.

"Helloooooo," Still nothing.

"Hello! Faith! Boreanaz??"

Boreanaz? God, her French is worse than mine.

"Bernaise, Cordy, and no, I don't think she wants the horse meat OR the sauce. Enough already."

Cordy gives me a look and so does Faith. She reaches over and takes my hand.

"Baby, I know they're just playin', don't be so hard on Cordy."

She's right. And now I feel bad.

"Sorry, Cor," She smiles her understanding and nods her head.

I couldn't help it. It was a knee-jerk reaction.

I was so afraid the next thing out of her mouth would be something about snails.

Because even though Faith had done a good job collecting herself in the restaurant bathroom, I still knew the whole story.

When she had first started to tell me about her life, she was aloof and detached. Like she didn't want me to pity her and that it really didn't matter.

But I knew it did matter, and it mattered a lot.

She said her mom was a drunk, plain and simple. And all the guys that they shacked up with were jerks. But she still wanted to believe her mom had loved her, and that she had looked out for Faith the best way she could. You could tell by some of the phrases she used when describing her mom or the way she was brought up.

Even some of the jerks they had lived with.

"He wasn't a violent man," she told me once.

But this man put his fist through walls and put a strap to Faith any time he got angry.

"But he never hit my mom," was her reasoning, "And I probably deserved it, cuz I made too much noise or stayed up too late."

Her concept of violence is severely distorted.

A fist through a wall...an 'accidental' trip down the stairs...a grown man screaming so closely to a twelve year old's face that it became covered with spit...

...and not caring if she ate or if she didn't.

When I think about it, I could just scream. But...

All non-violent acts, according to Faith. All non-violent.

And it scared me to think what the violent ones did.

But I didn't say anything. Because I knew if I did, she'd stop talking.

She thought her mom shacked up with these jerks so she could put a roof over Faith's head. That if it wasn't for Faith, her mom could probably have had a normal life and not be stuck with the kind of men that would put up with another guy's brat.

In Faith's opinion, it was her fault. She was always doing something wrong. She was a burden and the real reason for their crappy life. She believed her mom loved her and had sacrificed herself for her child; like all good mothers do.

Even the fucked up ones, she said.

But that was her own opinion. Her mom never told her that. In a way, maybe Faith's right. Maybe her mom did love her.

But she certainly had no business raising a child.

So with the snails she finally did something right. She protected them, she said, and made them happy. She said all she ever wanted to do was to make them happy.

But I knew she meant her mom.

And that's why she ate them. She ate them to keep her mom happy, to keep her from crying—possibly beaten—and to keep a roof over their heads.

That's a lot of responsibility for a twelve year old kid.

And a skinny twelve year old kid at that.

Faith lived on cereal and Jiffy Pop. Most of the money went to alcohol. It's no wonder she eats the way she does today.

I'm a Slayer too, and even I can't eat that much.

But the snails. My baby's snails.

They were her knights in shining armor. Or shells, in this case.

I think that's why she chose that last name as her fake one in Vegas. I told you, for all of her rough exterior, Faith is a true romantic at heart.

All chivalry and damsels in distress. When she was the actual one in distress.

But no one was there to protect her, so she became the protector.

Psychology 101, remember? I know these things.

But like with all things in life, one can finally become jaded.

A betrayal here, another one there, and pretty soon you do have an armor on and it's not about protecting someone else, it's about protecting you.

And you just don't care anymore.

"No, you don't get it, I don't care," she told me once.

But I knew she cared about what happened to Alan and it confused me. So I badgered her, trying to convince her that she really did.

But it only drove her away.

She lied and then went to the first person who would accept her that way and would still give her a ration of kindness.

No matter how twisted that relationship was.

See, I screwed up.

I screwed up because I made her my 'responsibility' and no one wants to think that they're that. She had felt that way her entire life, and she wasn't having it.

And definitely not from me.

She only wanted love from me, and friendship.

So now we have another chance and I am ultra protective of her feelings.

She's my mate, not my burden. My mate of my mind, of my bed, of my heart and my soul.

And we're Chosen.

Can't really get any more specific than that now, can you?

"B?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"You got that look on your face again. You thinkin' about your snail in shining armor?"

See? She knows me.

"Just a little."

She's not the only one who can lie.

"You done now?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm done now."

"Good, cus the only snails I want you to think about are the kind that makes poor Ronald hurl."

"Okay, baby."

She smiles at me.

"I love you, Buffy."

"I love you, Faith."

And then Willow beans me on the forehead with a green M & M.

The witch.

"Baby, hold still," I tell Faith. She's fidgeting.

"I can't believe you're doin' this to me."

"Don't be such a baby, this is fun."

She's got her hair in a towel and a mud mask on her face.

And I'm attempting to paint her toenails.

"NO! No separation of the toes."

I hold the separator in my hand and look at her.

"You won't let me use cotton balls and you refuse to hold still. What do you want me to use?"

"Your ASS."

I roll my eyes. She's such an idiot. That's her answer for everything tonight.

It's either Your ASS or My ASS.

For instance.

"Faith, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Answer: "Your ASS."

Or

"Faith, where do you want me to put this?"

Answer: "My ASS."

But this one just doesn't make sense.

"Faith, stop being an ASS and spread your toes."

She does and then says:

"Look at my toes, B...Look at my toes!"

I look at her toes.

She's got them all separated and gnarled up. Like how your toes look when you get a charley horse in your foot.

"Baby, why are you doing that?"

"That's just my feet, B. And now you wanna draw attention to them? That's really fucked up, B."

"You still need professional help, baby. But it's your mind that's twisted, not your toes. Now stop it," I smack her toes with the separator.

"Yes, Mistress Manicurist," She relaxes her toes.

"Pedicurist, but that's next."

"No fuckin' way, B. Not my fingernails too!"

"The works, Faith. You promised me a girls night together and I'm holding you to it."

"Yeah, well you tricked me again. If I knew a 'girls night together' was gonna be this, I'da never gone for it."

"But you did, so too late. Separate those toes...NOW!"

She raises her eyebrow and spreads them.

I see I'm going to have to make this sexy. Why didn't I think of that before?

Man, I still suck at planning.

"Just be still and see, okay?" I tell her. I got my sexy tone on.

She likes that.

"Okay," she says quietly.

Boy, what a difference.

I reach over and get the avocado body lotion. It's the edible kind, like the peach soap we have. It leaves you clean and tasty too.

I found it on the net. Thank you, Willow.

I squirt some lotion on my hands and rub them together. She watches me as I stroke my fingers and get in between them.

This should be easy. She thinks everything I do is sexy -

She belches.

- unlike her.

"Sorry, baby."

I give her a look, but continue to rub lotion on my hands. I work over my wrists and then up to my elbows. I reach down to get more lotion on my hands and she moves her foot closer to me.

But I don't go there. Not yet.

Instead, I let my robe fall open and look down at myself in mock surprise. I raise my eyelashes slowly and give her a shy look.

Faith, god bless her. She falls for it.

Eyeballing my open robe, she lifts her chin up, moving it to motion to my breasts.

She wants me to go there. Well, of course she does.

So I do.

I apply the lotion onto my breasts. Slowly and lovingly...taking my time and working each nipple.

They're hard.

Her foot inches closer.

I put more lotion in my hands and suddenly her foot is in my lap. Toes spread and the big one moving.

It gestures to my breasts.

I place my hand under her heel and raise her foot up to me. She slides down a little on her back and lets me rub it over my chest.

Lets me. Right.

I'm not doing anything actually. Her toes are doing it all.

I squirt more lotion into my hand and slather it onto her foot. She brings her other one towards it; rubbing and spreading the lotion over each of them. And then she rubs both of them onto my breasts.

She's got some talented feet, I tell you.

She's like a monkey. Prehensile toes.

I start to moan a little. Her toes and my nipples are making a love connection.

SHE starts to snigger a little.

"What's so funny, Faith?"

"Sorry, baby. This is sexy and all that, but I keep feeling like we're two of The Go-Go's or something."

"Well, we always knew two of them were gay," I tell her, rubbing her feet over my breasts with my hands.

" 'Our lips are sealed', huh, baby?" she smiles.

" 'We got the beat,' " And without missing one, I take an avocado toe and stick it in my mouth.

"Ooh," she moans. Mmm...back on track.

I take her big toe and suck on it a little. I run my tongue in between it and the next one. Then I suck again.

Not hard, just a wet little pulling motion with my tongue and mouth. Never done this before, I mean, hello, hairy boy toes and all, but Faith doesn't have that problem.

"Hmm, baby," She wiggles her butt on the bed.

Her other foot is still rubbing against my breast. She pulls a nipple between two toes and then rubs the tip with all of them.

I wonder if she's done this before...

I wonder if she's done this before!

"No, baby. Only with you," She either read my mind or saw the look on my face. I relax.

"Really?"

"Um, yeah, cuz it's kinda lame."

Oh. And here I thought I was someone special...

Oh!

"It's LAME?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorta."

Okay, Buffy. You will not get mad. Promise.

It's LAME??

"YOU'RE lame," Okay, so sue me.

"Don't get mad, B. I'm just sayin'."

"Oh, I hear what you're saying, Faith, trust me."

I put her feet on the bed and head into the bathroom.

"B, where ya goin'?"

Where does it look like I'm going? Skiing?

"Skiing, Faith. I suddenly felt the urge. I'm lame like that."

I know. That was pretty lame.

But whatever. I'm pissed.

"Buffy, come on. We can do toe things if you like."

"Great, stick'em up your ASS then, Faith."

"I would, baby, but I already have my head up there, so there's no room. Come on, B. Come back."

"No."

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the bath.

Lame.

She's lame. I'm not lame.

I mutter under my breath and take off my robe. I get into the tub and lean back as the water begins to fill.

I look at my toes.

Faith painted them, and I had no problem.

Even when she painted each one a different color.

I know how to have fun. I know how to "find the fun".

Lame. I don't believe her.

"You need to find the fun!" I yell at her from the bathtub.

I'm still muttering under my breath when I see movement from the corner of my eye. I look toward the doorway and I see Faith tip-toeing by.

Just like a cartoon burglar. Except she's naked, with a green mask and a towel on her head.

Then she comes back the other way.

Elbows down, forearms up, and her wrists dangling in front of her.

On tip-toes.

"Faith, what are you doing?"

She keeps tip-toeing past the doorway and back.

"Trying to find some fun, B. But I can't find any. Think I can steal some from you?"

I told you she's lame.

We're not only The Chosen Two, but we're Two Of A Kind. Another John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John movie. I think we may have a theme going.

"Baby, stop being a dork and get in here with me."

And she's in the tub with a splash.

"Can I steal a kiss?" she asks, and then she does.

Want. Take. Have.

But at least she asks now. We're still working on the waiting-for-the-answer part.

See, living with Faith is like house-breaking a puppy.

You worry about carpet stains, but you don't really want them to ever grow up.

So you live with the stains. Puppies are so cute.

I push my lips hard into hers and I kiss her.

"What was that, B?"

"I'm stealing it back."

"Thief," she smiles.

"Buzz kill," I respond.

"I got an idea, baby. Wanna hear it?"

Let me guess.

"Let's go dancing!" she grins.

Hmm. Close, but no cigar.

"You thought I was gonna say sex, huh?"

"Pretty much," I tell her.

"Later, baby. You're such a horn dog. Let's do something different for a change."

Who is she kidding? Dancing is like sex to her.

But it better be safe sex.

"Okay, baby. But no look-a-likes with tackle near their teeth."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

I splash water on her face.

"Okay, okay," she laughs, "I won't do it, either."

She pulls me up and kisses me. She says:

"You ready for some real 'fun' now, baby?"

My idea of fun may seem lame in comparison.

But I'll get those toes.

She's gotta sleep sometime.

"Faith, what's your hurry??" I'm gripping onto the passenger door armrest.

She's looking over her shoulder, flooring the car in reverse.

"Fucking valet thinks he's taking that last space."

I look out my window and see several valet attendants jump out of the way. She gets into the space narrowly, beating the other car by an inch.

The valet blares the horn at us.

"Blow me, Mary," then she blows him a kiss.

"Faith, it's his job. He's supposed to do this."

"Did you check out that line, B? I don't wanna wait in it forever."

As if anyone else does.

The car squeals off, making the other attendants leap back again. It's a dangerous occupation. I wonder if they get hazard pay?

We get out of the car and one of the attendants approaches us. Faith tosses him the keys and says:

"Keep your eye on the ride, and there's a fifty in it for ya."

The guy grins, nodding his head.

We're driving Ronald's other car. His Mercedes Lorinser.

It's really nice.

He's got the company limo and is doing the town up in style.

Not that the Benz is anything to sneeze at. Not at $200,000.

I wanted to drive it, pointing out to Faith how well I drove the Cruiser and how this was an automatic transmission as well.

She just said:

"You're right, baby. You're a good driver. But not tonight."

I know what it is. Appearances. She's got a really fine ride and another one sitting next to her.

She's such a show-off.

She takes my hand and struts up to the back of the line.

I anticipate her next action.

"Hey, howya doin'?" she asks the girls in line.

"Fine," "Great," and a few that just stare.

She really looks hot tonight. They're tongue-tied.

I smile and hold her hand tighter.

Mine.

"Been out here long?" she asks them conversationally.

"Like an hour," one says, then she blushes.

"That's pretty fucked up. Is it really packed in there or something?"

"That's what we heard. But to keep it from overcrowding, they only let people in when people come out."

Faith looks at the five girls.

"Come with me," she says to them.

They don't even ask, they just follow.

And off of a cliff, I imagine, if she led them there.

Lemmings.

We all pass the long line of women waiting to get inside. And as usual, we get looks. But now there are more of us, so I feel less self-conscious. There's safety in numbers.

"Hey, sweetheart. You're lookin' good tonight. I got five special friends and my girl and me. Think you can cut us a break?"

The girl behind the counter looks at Faith and then at me.

Faith slides her a C-note.

"Okay. But this is for your girlfriend and you. The others have to pay."

"No, baby. We'll pay too. Keep that for your troubles."

Faith peels back another hundred and then pulls us aside.

"Think you can take it from here?" she asks the five girls.

"Uh...well...um...yeah. Thanks," one stammers.

"Cool. Happy Gay Pride to ya," And she holds up her hand in a fist.

She's so full of herself. I swear, she thinks she's such a badass.

One of the girls smiles shyly at Faith. Faith gives her a wink, but then she kisses my cheek and nuzzles my ear.

But at least she's a faithful badass.

We had heard the music from outside, but now inside it was almost deafening. My Slayer hearing only added to it all.

I hope I don't get a headache.

"Baby, don't worry. If your head hurts, I'll rub it later. You know how much you like that."

"Why doesn't your head ever hurt?" I ask her.

"Oh, it does, B. I kinda like it though."

Her thick skull must help keep the pain down. Or something.

"Let's get some drinks, baby, then I wanna dance!"

She starts her way through the throng of women, pulling me behind her. We are careful not to push into people, but the crowd is making it impossible.

We find ourselves pressed up to many of them while passing.

Besides Faith, I've never really felt another woman's breasts pressed into mine before. Well, except at the Bronze with Cordelia.

But that was intentional, and this time it isn't.

It's an odd, yet not entirely unpleasant sensation.

And there are just so many of them.

"Oh, sorry," "Excuse me," "So sorry", I say passing.

"Whooops!" I say surprised. Faith looks back at me.

"What's up, B?"

"Um...I think someone just grabbed my ass."

"So grab back, it's Gay Pride," And she turns herself around and continues to lead me.

Well, that's nice and all.

But if she thinks I'm going to afford her the same courtesy, she's got another think coming.

We finally make it to the end of the club. There is another bar over to the right of this one, but it's up a few stairs and through many more people.

I really don't think my ass can take it.

Faith charms her way into the front.

A few minutes later, she turns around with three long-necks between her fingers and a Stoli and cranberry in a tall glass for me.

"Look, it comes with a prize," she tells me.

I know. It's stupid, but I like umbrellas.

Even with a long-neck, but then I can't drink it.

"Thank you, baby," I say and she kisses me, smiling.

We move away from the bar and look for a place to sit. It's so packed, it's ridiculous. I think we'll be standing all night.

"Over here!" we hear someone shout.

"Over HERE!" comes the shout again.

We look over and see that it was directed at us.

From the go-go dancer on top of a high platform.

Faith looks at her and then points to us. The girl nods her head and gestures us over. We get below her platform and she looks down to us and yells:

"Put your drinks and your asses down here. There's room."

There is an area below the platform where a giant speaker is. Luckily, it's pointed in the other direction.

"Can you handle it, B?" Faith yells.

"I'll try, baby."

If not, I could always go stand somewhere and get groped.

No. On second thought, here was better.

Faith looks up at the go-go dancer above us.

Super cute, super tiny, and super good.

And that girl could move!

"Fuck, baby. I wish I could move like that," she yells to me.

"Are you kidding, Faith? You can," I yell back.

"Nah, not like that."

I look up at the girl.

Oh. Maybe not.

But then I've never seen Faith on a pole before.

The platform was high and had a pole down the middle of it. It ran up to the tall ceiling above.

And the girl was crawling up it.

She gets to the top and then slides all the way down its length.

She immediately begins to move and grind, her hips moving in circles as she turns herself around, arms circling her head.

"Nice, huh, baby?" Faith yells admiringly.

"Doesn't suck," I yell, agreeing.

We look up at the girl as she stops to unholster a gun of sorts and then shoots it into the air above the dance floor.

Various colored streamers and confetti rain down upon the multitude below. A loud HOOOOOOOO comes from the crowd and then another blast from another gun and then another and then another.

All four corners of the club had go-go girls and all shot off rounds consecutively.

The crowd goes bananas.

We watch as our go-go girl points her gun at the girl across from her, and then that go-go points her gun to the one next to her, and she to the one across from her, and last points her gun to our girl.

Then they all blow at the end of their barrels and re-holster their guns at the same time.

And then they dance.

"Baby, that was wicked hot," Faith whispers in my ear.

"It was, baby," I say smiling.

We watch the crowd and witness all the happy women dancing and mingling. It was pretty overwhelming. So many women, so little time.

It's raining women...Hallelujah!

"Oh, shit. Baby, come on!" Faith says grabbing my hand. She leads me through the sea of breasts and onto the dance floor.

She is pushing her way through so fast, I don't even have time to excuse myself to the women that I bump into.

So I let myself get fondled along the way.

I mean, it's the least I could do.

Faith pulls me next to her and then motions to two women dancing nearby. She winks at me and then leaves me to inch herself closer to a small blonde dancing with a taller brunette.

Faith gets right up behind her and starts to grind. The girl pushes back into Faith and doesn't even look behind her!

Then Faith's hands snake around the girl and begins massaging her breasts. And the girl lets her!

What is going on?? This girl better not have a fish-hook in her mouth!

Suddenly the blonde's dance partner throws out a hand and smacks her across the face. The blonde looks back at her stunned.

"Fuck, Cordy, what was that for? This is Gay Pride for cryin' out loud!"

Cordy???

Faith spins the smaller girl around and picks her up, holding her in her arms.

"You FUCKER!" the girl yells laughing. She starts kissing Faith all over her face.

It's Jayme.

Jayme from Las Vegas and she's dancing with Cordelia.

She's dancing with Cordelia??

"Funny, Faith. Get your hands off my date, and WHY do you know each other??" Cordelia yells above the music.

I press my way closer and suddenly feel a hand slide in between my legs. I lose my footing and practically fall into Cordelia's arms.

These girls are friendly.

My god!

"No thanks, Buffy. I have a date already. If Faith will ever release her," Cordy says steadying me.

Faith releases Jayme, and now Jayme is all over me.

But at least I know her.

Sorta.

"Buffy! I'm so happy to see you!" she says excitedly. She puts her tongue in my mouth.

Fuck it.

I kiss her back.

"Whoooa, whoooa there, Miss Thing. That's enough now," Faith says laughing. She pulls me off of Jayme.

I mean, I wasn't really on her or anything.

Not really, just...sorta.

"It's Gay Pride, Faith, remember?" I tell her grinning.

"Yes baby, and I can see how proud you are. Just take it easy now, okay?"

What a stick in the mud. It was her idea to begin with.

I'm kidding.

I'm with the hottest girl in here, why would I want anyone else?

I was just playing.

Sometimes it's really fun to be a girl!

"Faith, Buffy, explanation, please."

Cordy is waiting for an answer.

"Oh, we go way back," teases Faith.

"Waaaay back," smiles Jayme, putting her arm around Faith.

Uh, hello? Excuse me, Jayme, but that's my girlfriend you're hugging on.

What about me?

I slide my arm around Jayme too.

Jayme grins and Cordy looks less than amused.

"Oh, I see. 'Three's Company', I suppose."

"Okay," Jayme smiles, not knowing what she means.

I give Cordy a break. She looks upset.

"No, Cor. We met Jayme in Vegas when we saw Blondage," I tell her.

And now she really looks upset.

"Oh, her again," And she elbows her way off the dance floor.

"Ah, geez," Jayme sighs, "I guess I better go after her."

"What's her trauma?" Faith asks.

"Janine. She's jealous. Cordy's the girl I told you about, the one that insisted I bring a gift on our date."

"You didn't," Faith grins.

"Oh, yes I did. I even left her extra batteries."

"So you're the tuba playing she-moose!"

Jayme laughs.

"Well, not really. I brought the power dong, the other girl brought the attitude. I guess I'd be moaning too, if someone preferred a silicone toy over me."

Jayme tells us that Cordy left the girl to take care of herself, while Jayme took care of Cordy with Janine's version of the wonder dick.

"Well, that musta sucked for that girl...but let me tell you, Jayme, Cordy must be on her second case of batteries by now. We hear it hummin' every night," Faith grins.

"What? She's such a liar! She told me she wouldn't touch it since it had Janine's name attached to it, and that the only way she would was if I was attached on the other end!"

"That's our Cordy, Jayme. She'll say anything to get what she wants," Faith grins appreciatively.

"And I guess that would be me. It's kinda fucked up, but it's also kinda flattering. I think I'll go surprise her. I have a few more toys she might like."

She gives us both a kiss and pushes her way through the crowd, looking for one pissed off and very jealous Cordy.

"Make sure it's not a Janine toy!" Faith calls after her.

"Nah, no worries," she yells over her shoulder, "It's Julia Ann's!"

"Like that will be any better," Faith grins to me.

"Did you get a Janine toy?" I ask Faith.

"I sure did, baby."

"Then let me be the judge of that," I smile, sexy.

"Judge, jury and executioner, baby. Count on it."

She's got that right.

I will be the one executing it.

On her surprised and happy ass.

She'll see.

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