Chase This Night

Here is the next part. I cant believe i forgot to post it! anyways you know what to do if you want more

Part 17

Buffy was waiting for Faith. She had been waiting for the past 10 minutes! How long did it take to pick out a couple of weapons anyway? Just grab the sharpest shiniest one right? That’s what she always did. But no… Faith had to look at, test out each sword, each axe, weigh it deliberately in her hands, test the range. It was a careful selection process.

And it was driving Buffy insane.

“Faith will you just pick something!” She said at last, exasperation evident in her voice. She barely restrained the foot stomping. So she thought she did good.

They were supposed to be on their way on patrol soon, well, as soon as the others got back. Their very first patrol together in more than a year. Buffy was more than just a little nervous. That was where most of the impatience was coming from. She had wondered if it would be like old times. If they would find the rhythm they’d shared before. She wondered if it would be awkward. If all those old memories would come flooding back, would Faith try and pull away from her again? God, she hoped not.

Not after they had gotten so close. Not now that everyone knew.

“Hold up a second B. This is a very important decision here.” Faith turned away from the weapons chest to face her. She was holding an axe over her shoulder and had a grin on her lips.

It was sexy as hell. It made Buffy wonder if she’d be able to keep her hands to her self through their patrol.

“You guys have really stocked up!” She continued digging through the big wooden box again. And Buffy knew Faith was saying something more but she simply couldn’t bring herself to listen. She was far too entranced by the sight of the other girl’s luscious ass on total display as she continued her search. Those faded, worn jeans hugged her curves like a second skin and the tare, high up on the back of her left thigh, it exposed just enough flesh that Buffy’s eyes had no hope of looking anywhere else.

They still hadn’t gotten that ‘later’ they had talked about. Things had turned into a bustle of activity after Willow had left. The rest of the gang had come to the obvious conclusion. They were shocked at first, but Tara had come back and in her own gentle way managed to smooth everyone’s feathers.

Buffy thought again how grateful she was to have her. Xander had been understanding.

“Hey, I’m accepting guy.” He’d proclaimed, only slightly red in the face.
“I’m a well adjusted and modern male type person. Nope, nothing but open-mindedness here!” But the way his voce had cracked at the end let everyone know exactly what his mind was open to at that moment.

Anya had smacked him. And had continued to do so at random intervals throughout the afternoon, when she caught him looking at the two slayers.

“I did put emphasis on the MALE part didn’t I? You all should expect this from me!” He finally ended up hollering in his defense around the tenth punch or so. And well, he had a point. Sort of.

Giles had expressed his concern in the suddenness of it all, but Buffy was pretty sure in his book, he was happy if the person she was involved with had the base requirement of being alive.

Buffy figured he still hasn’t let go of the Angel thing. That and the concept of her love life just plan made him uncomfortable. But he seemed more interested in the research and got everyone back on track fairly quickly.

Soon after that Dawn had come bounding through the door from school.

“Is it true!” The first words out of her mouth and been shouted. And Buffy had no idea how so much noise can come out of a small 15 year old. She briefly considered it must possession.

“Is Faith really here?!” The entirely too loud talking continued as the sound of a backpack thudded against the floor.

“Dawn! Can we try a few less decibels please!!” Buffy had shouted back equally as loud as she came out of the kitchen.

“Well I’m just trying to find out what the hell is going on!”

“Dawn, language! And just take a breath for a minute!” Dawn had been a big ball of energy. Strictly in the metaphorical sense. She was keyed up, bouncing around excitedly and trying to look over her sister’s shoulder into the kitchen.

“No way! I’ve been sitting through school totally clueless, because SOMEBODY never lets me come on patrol and never tells me anything and—”

“What’s with all the shoutin’ with you people?” Faith had chosen that moment to come striding into the living room, with her typical carefree swagger. Obviously happy for the distraction from mountains of books and the constant leers from Xander.

“Faith!!” Dawn kept with the trend of the yelling as she went charging straight for the dark slayer. She stopped short of actually jumping on the other girl, instead bouncing excitedly in front of her.

“Yup that’s me.” And Faith couldn’t help but smile, though it was cautious. Buffy saw the nervousness in those bottomless brown eyes and tried to make her own reassuring. They both knew that Dawn had always liked Faith. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t been hurt like all the rest of them.

“So I take this as you’re not one of the ones who want to kill me?” Faith gave her the most genuine smile she had.

“What!! Are you kidding!? This is so awesome! You’re totally here to help Buffy kick the bad guy’s ass right! Buffy so needs help, and you’re way tougher anyways!”

Dawn was talking a mile a minute and it was entirely too much excitement in Buffy’s opinion. She was more than glad her sister was happy about Faith being here, but this level of euphoria had to have been chemically induced. She had warned Dawn about the post-class mochas!

And Faith was NOT tougher!

“Hey! I’m equally as tough as she is!” Buffy had said in her defense.

“Oh whatever!” The now confirmed possessed teen had rolled her eyes. “Anyways you’re here for good stuff right? I mean, you’re not still all…umm…”

“Crazy?” Faith had finished, that right dimple showing. “Nah, I came back to help with the ass kickin’”

And at that Dawn had actually let out a shriek, followed by a squeal. Faith stuck her finger in her ear and winced. And Buffy pitied her; she knew what it was like. She lived with the constant ear-splitting creature after all.

“Happy to see me then?” Faith had replied. And Buffy was glad no permanent damage had been done.

“Oh my gosh totally! You were always the cool one Faith! Buffy’s just lame. And she never lets me do anything.”

“Well, I don’t think she’s so lame.” She replied and winking at the oldest of the two sisters.

And Buffy couldn’t help but blush. All Faith had to do was just look at her and she was lost. Their eyes had locked once again and Buffy could feel herself getting lost in that gorgeous chocolate gaze. She could feel herself heating up from head to toe when that slow smile crept its way across those plump glossy lips. It was like warm honey swelling in her chest, spilling out to cover every inch of her in contentment… and Christ, those delicious tingles chasing themselves up and down her spine. She could feel herself smiling in response. Buffy knew Faith had to be feeling the same. She could tell in the way the other girls eyes had fallen on her lips, how her pupils were getting larger, making her eyes starting to shine like polished granite, how she skin was starting to flush slightly, her chest—

“Wait… what’s going on?!” Dawn’s voice shattered the daze the two slayers had fallen into. She was looking back and forth between the curiously.

“Um…Dawn, I need to tell you something. About me and Faith.” Buffy’s voice came out clear by pure will alone as she suppressed the sudden wash of arousal that had enveloped her.

“What? You AND Faith?”

“Yup, AND” Faith cut in nodding and smiling big. And she took Buffy’s hand, not even attempting to be subtle. Buffy could only stare at her as her mouth dropped open in shock. SO not helping.

“You mean… wait… Oh my god! AHWW ewww!” The sudden realization and subsequent shock played animatedly across the younger girls face.

“Hey Dawn calm down its no big” Faith spoke gently taking some of the leer out of her voice this time. But Dawn could not be pacified.

“No big?! This is HUGE! When did this happen!? What about Riley!?” And Buffy was glad at least that she didn’t seem upset by the whole thing. She was just letting the entire neighborhood know was all.

“We told everyone this afternoon, and I broke up with him.”

“So you two have like… and with the.” She made some wild gesture with her hands that resembled octopus wrangling.

“Yup all that and then some kiddo!” And it actually sounded like Faith was bragging this time! The leer was back full force too. Again, SO not helping. Buffy thought about using duct tape.

Which of course led to all sorts of other thoughts she REALLY shouldn’t have been having while her little sister was present. They were the ‘later’ type thoughts. Hmmm. The look on her face must have been giving Buffy away. She knew she had to have been blushing, and it was confirmed by the sudden look of horror that crossed her sister’s face

“Oh EWW! I SO didn’t need to know that Faith! So what is it with everyone turning gay ‘round here? First Willow, now you guys and I swear I’ve seen Giles checking out that really skinny guy that works in the java stop! I swear its something in the water.”

“Dawn you know it doesn’t work like that… and Giles!?” The hell’s spawn just rolled her eyes.

“Listen kiddo. It all happened kinda sudden, but I really… I-I… umm we’re real happy.” And Buffy couldn’t help but smile at Faith, she knew full well what the other Slayer had tried to say, had wanted to say but couldn’t, wasn’t ready to. Faith was looking at her apologetically, almost worried. And Buffy brought her hand up to her mouth, laying a gentle kiss across her knuckles, letting her know it was all right.

“Oh my god Faith! She turned you all mushy! That’s so sweet!” Dawn’s eyes were wide and her eyes amazed as she pulled Faith into a hug.

“Hells no! I’m not mushy!” Faith had protested, but it was only halfheartedly.

“Yeah you are! And I’m happy for you.”

“Hey what about me? No happiness for me?” Buffy pouted, even though she already knew the answer. She knew her sister.

“Whatever Buffy! I can’t believe all this happens when I’m not here. That you told everyone before me, your own SISTER! I’m never going to school again! I miss all the important stuff!!”

Buffy could only sigh, figuring she just couldn’t win. Demons are nothing compared to a little sister lost in the thorough of adolescence and puberty. Dawn smiled one last time at Faith, sent her sister a final scowl and grabbed up her backpack.

And it was with that last bit of eye-rolling attitude she had indignantly stomped up the stairs. Both Slayers were sure they would find the door to her bedroom in splinters later after that ferocious slamming as well, but they didn’t have time to consider it too much. At that moment Giles came bustling into the room. His glasses perched on his nose and one of the large more ancient books in hand.

“Prophecy!” He said with as much excitement his Britishness would allow.

“What? Another one?” Faith had asked, flopping down on the sofa. She pulled Buffy’s hand, forcing the other girl to land beside her, nearly on top of her.

“It appears so. An extremely old one.” His voice was serious as he took a seat in a chair opposite from the slayers. Buffy noticed he was paying particular attention to NOT paying attention to how they were practically snuggling in front of him.

“What’s it say?” Faith questioned absently, more interested in playing with the rings on Buffy’s fingers. Giles would just have to deal Buffy thought. It just felt too good being this close to Faith. It was like a need, one she had denied for far too long.

“Well it refers to what as known as ‘The Ancient’ I do believe this is the first vampire, ever. The mother of all the rest.”

“Yeah, we already knew that. And she’s turned all her Turok-han kiddies loose to rampage through my town.” Buffy replied.

“Correct Buffy, but we don’t know to what purpose—”

“So now we do?” Xander asked as he entered the room, also purposely not looking at the girls on the couch. His avoidance had less to do with discomfort and more to do with the condition of his arm. Anya was right behind him. He let her take the remaining chair and sat on the floor beside her.

“Precisely. It would appear these vicious killings we’ve been seeing have not been caused by the Ancient herself, but by the Turok-han, in order to release her.”

“Wait, so she’s trapped someplace?” Faith asked finally taking some interest in the conversation

“Yes, and has been for the past five millennia according to what I can decipher of the prophecy. From what I’ve translated so far it seems when the Ancient was born, out of the primordial oceans, it was at a critical time in the formation of the earth. When good and evil were at their most basic and their distinction was just occurring.”

“Why do I feel like I’m back in Bio lab?” Tara sighed from her perch on the arm of Giles’ chair.

“Yeah with a nice dose of End of Times 101.”

“Despite your sarcasm Xander you are precisely correct. This revelation is quite threatening. It seems that once the Powers that Be became aware of the distinction that was forming, they attempted to stop it. Prevent these evil forces from coming into existence.”

“But they couldn’t. Something stopped them, or else we wouldn’t have demons and shit today, and me and B would just be hot chicks without superpowers.”

“Umm… err. Yes. That’s right. The book speaks of an even higher power… ahh, it calls it, ‘THE’ power.” Giles said it cautiously, softly, looking into the book, reading the words again and again to be sure. But he was sure. Buffy could tell.

He was sure, and he was afraid.

“Oh y-you mean like…” Tara whispered.

“Yes.”

“Is it me or is this REALLY heavy shit here.” Buffy could feel Faith tensing next to her. Her hand holding tighter to her own. She knew the other slayer was feeling the need to break some of the pressure that had blanketed the room.

“Yeah I’m starting to think church this Sunday would be a good idea?” Xander cracked also clearly nervous.

“From what I can tell the, ahh… creator, prevented the Powers from interfering.”

“But why? Why let the evil come into existence?” And this time when he asked all his sarcasm was gone.

“For it to be there at all it had to be part of a greater plan. Right?” Faith sighed. “So is the whole meaning of life thing in that book too?”

“I’m sure you’re right about the purpose Faith, but the text doesn’t site any motives for these actions. It does however say that the Powers were discontent with the decision. And as an act of mercy the creator granted that one of the most powerful of the evils be exiled.”

“And let me guess, the powers chose this ‘Ancient’ bitch.”

“That is correct Faith. With the stipulation that she resurrect once every 5 millennia so that balance may be maintained.”

“But the Powers intentions were just in vein!” Anya shouted, frustrated at what she’d heard so far. “All the ‘old ones’ died out. Killed each other off! Long before humans were even capable of comprehending—”

“Yes the text does make mention of their error.” Giles sighed, and Buffy had heard enough. This thing wasn’t even supposed to be here. And if it hadn’t been for the usual meddling of the PTB it wouldn’t.

“Does it say how we kill it.” She said at last. Her face a mask of determination.

“Yes in fact it does. Although it is muddled, the slayer is mentioned. You both are.” He paused, finding the correct spot on the page and began to read.

“At a time when there are two, one of darkness and light, shall the first and final be defeated. They will kill as it rests, on the eve of its 500th awakening and… I can’t quite decipher the rest. It appears to be the location… near the hell-mouth but I’m not sure. The rest switches into an even earlier dialect which I am unfamiliar.”

“So its that easy? We sneak up on this thing and kill it in its sleep?” Faith said surprised.

“It certainly looks that way. But no doubt there will be dangers. The Torak-han will be guarding her heavily…”

“Some shiny weapons should take care of that!” Buffy piped in. She stood up, already working a plan out in her head.

“So how much time we got to stop this thing’s alarm clock from going off?” Faith was thinking as well, her process noticeably different from her counterpart however. Where Buffy couldn’t be still, the ideas shooting rapid fire through her mind, each being sorted, kept or eliminated. She was pacing, her hands moving. Comparatively, Faith was more deliberate. Her process more meticulous and she weighed the balance of what it all meant.

Tara looked at them strangely, apparently the only one aware of the contrast of their actions, the balance, the blending.

“Well, according to this… and cycle of the moon… and 5 month of… Exactly one week.” Giles finally answered, sure of his calculation.

“Kinda Short deadline were working on here.” Faith nodded, solemn.

“Right. To kill it, we have to find it. Giles, keep working on the translation, we need an exact location.” Buffy began delegating

“I’m going to find Willow again. We should be able to help with that part. Maybe even figure out a locator spell.” Tara offered

“Sounds perfect!”

“Anya can you come with me? We can stop by the shop for supplies.”

“Supplies? As in Free supplies!? Giles?!”

“Anya the free supplies will be permitted in this occasion.” Giles sighed, removed his glasses and began massaging his forehead.

“All right, but only because it’s a special occasion!” Anya pouted.

“Great! Xander, do you think you can give Riley a call, update him on—”

“Wait B we’re still gonna bring him along on this?” Faith stood up at that, the mention of his name pulling her from her deep contemplation.

“Baby, he still wants to help.” Buffy spoke softly, aware that they once again had an audience. She took the other girls hands as she continued. “And He has resources, connections to fire-power that we’re gonna need here.”

“But…” Faith whined a little, and Buffy could tell she knew this was right.

“Don’t be mad ok?”

“I’m not, it’s just gonna get wicked awkward ya know.”

“You’re right, but it will be fine,” Buffy said it with all the confidence she felt. And she moved closer, wanting to feel the heat coming off the other girl, feel her presence.

“I’m with you now, remember.” It was said gently, her hand coming up to brush a few random dark strands away from the other girls face. It was just reason to touch her, to feel that soft warm skin against her fingertips

“Yeah…” Faith replied, leaning into Buffy’s touch, their bodies getting impossibly close…

“Ahem! Ok now you guys are just giving me more reasons to get smacked!” Xander had to stop this, for the sake of his own sanity.

“He’s right, he will be severely bruised by the end of the day.” And she smacked him again as she rose from her seat. She and Tara collected a few things and headed for the door.

“Oww! Woman, can you at least switch arms!?” He shouted at his girlfriend’s back as

“Sorry…” Came the sheepish reply from both girls and then Buffy had her business face on again

“Ok Xander, can you go see if Riley has any of those flame throwers laying around?”

“I’m on you… eer-- It! I’m on IT!” He grinned, glad to be out of striking range at last, Anya still shot him a glare from the door.

“Right. Meet us back here before sunset hot stuff.” Faith winked at him chuckling gently. “So, you still keepin’ the weapons in the chest B?”

“Help your self. Everyone meet back here and then we patrol.”

And now, Faith was still trying to decide on a weapon of choice. And Buffy had just been caught staring at her ass. Faith had spun around so fast Buffy hadn’t even a chance to blink.

“Gotcha B!” Faith grinned, cocky. Her eyes glowing, and Buffy knew she was in for some serious teasing.

“Oh! I-I was just... umm--” If she could just come up with a clever excuse…

“Checkin’ out my ass!”

“I was not… well, ok I was.” Buffy knew when she was beat. Besides, why shouldn’t she check out Faith’s ass? It was allowed now.

“Yeah? Got ya thinking about ‘later’?” Faith smirked. Dropping the crossbow she had been inspecting and taking a few steps towards the other girl. Buffy smiled at her light and teasing tone, but she still couldn't shake the worry, the insecurity that plagued her mind.

“Well, actually I was kinda thinking about earlier. All this stuff we found out, and then patrolling again…”

“You worried about the big bad… or is this more of an ‘us’ thing?” And Faith’s tone instantly became more solemn as she picked up on Buffy’s obvious concern.

“Little bit of both I think.”

Buffy answered honestly, unable to hide anything from the eyes that were showing so much care, so much vulnerability, and hurt and pain and love and just so MUCH. It was all reflected in her voice.

“Well as far as this old evil vamp bitch. You can consider her ass kicked. You know we got this.” The confidence she felt in that was like pure steel and Buffy felt instantly infused by her strength. But Faith continued softer, stepping closer and laying the palm of her hand gently against Buffy’s cheek

“And as for us? B I don’t have any answers. I just know…” Faith took a breath, pressed her forehead to Buffy’s, warm breath whispering across her skin.

“I just. I feel you. Ya know. In here.” She brought Buffy’s hand up to her chest. Skin on skin, where her tank left Faith exposed. And the strong and steady beat Buffy felt was a beautiful revelation.

“You feel it?” Faith’s voice was a horse, ragged whisper. And Buffy knew she asking so much more.

“Yes.” It was all she could say, and at that moment it would have been the answer to anything Faith had asked.

“That’s where I feel you…Like, deep inside B. You’ve always been there. And before it was like you were rippin’ me apart, but now… Fuck its like you… its like I found what I was missin’.”

“Faith, god baby I…” Buffy felt like she had lost voice. Her breath was caught in a lump high in her throat, there was a similar one swelling in her chest. Her eyes burned but she blinked the moisture away and slanted her mouth across Faiths. It was the best response she had to Faith’s heart felt words. It was the truest one, the realest.

Buffy let her mouth slowly explore the other girls. There was no rush, no urgency, only pure expression of passion, of need. She felt more that heard Faith’s pleading sigh against her lips and answered it instantly. Buffy slid her tongue along her lip, sinking it into the heated depths of Faiths mouth as she pulled her closer and let her hands run lazy paths up and down the dark girls back.

It was soothing, deliberate and slow. And Buffy could feel the world melt away, all her fears, her doubts, swept away in the confirmation of the kiss, of Faith’s arms wrapped around her. She wanted it to go on forever, she wanted to feel this forever.

But breathing had become an issue. Faith pulled her mouth away first with a reluctant sigh. And Buffy shudder at the feel of those moist lips trailing down the curve of her neck until finally Faith buried her face in the curve where her shoulder began.

“Damn B what are ya doin’ to me?” She finally asked. And Buffy took a moment just to breathe the other girl in.

“Same thing you’re doing to me.”

“It’s all kinda scary but its right ya know?

“Oh yeah, I know…” And she let the mischief mix with the green to sparkle in her eyes. Her hands slid lower and cupped Faith’s ass, gave it a squeeze.

“So after patrol we can get some of that ‘later’ we talked about?” Faith grinned, eyebrow lifting and lusty grin creeping over her lips.

“Count on it.” Buffy nearly growled and purposefully jerked Faith’s hips against her own. She was getting all kinds of ideas about ‘later’ again. And maybe even ‘not so later’. She wondered how much time she had before the others would arrive.

That question was answered by an extremely uncomfortable cough from the foyer. Shouldn’t Giles be making tea? Buffy thought. And she was barely able to restrain the tantrum that started to bubble up when she felt the warmth of Faith’s body pull away from her own.

“Sorry about the PDA G-man.” But Faith blushing was still the most adorable thing ever.

“Its umm…quite understandable Faith.” Giles was vigorously polishing his glasses, and Buffy wondered if he’d have any left

“The others have assembled out front. Ummm. They’re waiting.” And with that he turned stiffly and headed back to the kitchen. Back to ‘Research Central’.

“Its party time B!” Faith exclaimed, scooping up a small hand-axe and a broad sword and shoving them into her shoulder duffel. She turned towards Buffy then, her hair tumbling around her shoulders like long dark mahogany waves. Her eyes bright already with just the prospect of a good fight, skin tan and glowing.

“Ready?” she asked, striding to the door, hips swaying in that way that dared anything to even try and touch her, try to get close.

“Oh yeah Faith, you can count on it.” Buffy mumbled and followed the other slayer out the door.

TBC
I have most of the next part done. So if ya want it soon I need motivation!