The Proposal of Buffy Summers

The following morning finds the two love birds wrapped up in the tangled sheets and blankets on the bed. The sun is warmly shining in through the bedroom window, heating the exposed skin of the two teenagers. Buffy is still slumbering, but Faith is wide awake. Propped up on one elbow, and completely comfortable she’s watching the little blonde sleep. Not in a creepy sociopath type of way, but in the romantic I-can’t-believe-this-person-is-in-my-life type of way.


Faith smiles a very happy smile, and glances out the window. It’s nine thirty in the morning so most of the neighbors are up. She can hear the sound of a lawnmower in the distance, and little kids playing down the street. She can also hear birds chirping, and dogs barking. All of the feelings she’s getting right now are a little confusing because she’s never had them before except for once or twice in the past, but that doesn’t make it any better. Even though she’s confused she’s very happy.


“Babe,” she says and gently rubs Buffy on the back. The blonde is sleeping face down with her head turned away from Faith. She gently shakes Buffy’s shoulder and the blonde starts to stir. “Wake up, B.” She smiles even wider when she hears her fiancé let out a very annoyed sounding groan. “Come on, Buffy, it’s morning. It’s time to wake up and join the awake people.” Buffy turns her head so she can open her eyes to barely a squint and look at Faith.


“No. Time to sleep. Sun go away,” she says in a sleep roughened voice and pulls her pillow over her head. Under the pillow it’s hard and a little quieter. ‘When did I open the window? Why did I do that?’ she thinks and groans again when she hears someone walking around in the hallway. ‘Why can’t everyone just stay in bed and leave me alone while I try to sleep?’ she thinks and groans yet again when she feels Faith kissing her back. But this is a good kind of groan.


“Come on, babe,” Faith says with a slight whine to her voice. Buffy can’t help but smile and roll her eyes. ‘Does it count even though my eyes are closed?’ “I wanna make you breakfast.” ‘Is this what it’s going to be like when we’re living together? Are we going to make very hot, passionate love almost every night and then she’ll make breakfast in the morning? ‘Cause if that’s what happens then I’ll marry her right now.’ She puts her head back on top of the pillow and turns on her back so she can look up at Faith.


“You know what’s even sweeter?” Buffy asks in a way too innocent voice and Faith gives her questioning look. “Breakfast in bed.” She gets a sly smile on her face and Faith grabs her pillow and hits her over the head with it. Even though it was only a pillow, and Faith was being playful so it barely touched her, she can’t help but go for the dramatics since that’s what she does best. “Ow, what was that for?” She pouts a really big pout and watches as Faith chuckles and sits up in the bed. The sheets and blanket pool around her waist and Buffy’s eyes light up when she sees her exposed chest.


“I wanna make breakfast together. Come on, you’ve got five minutes to get up, and get some pajamas on or I’m gonna flip this mattress.” ‘Yeah right, she’d never do that,’ she thinks with confidence but she looks a little unsure. ‘I just wanna stay in this warm bed all day.’ She rolls over onto her stomach and puts her head under her pillow again. She yelps when Faith smacks her on the ass. “I mean it, blondie, let’s go make us some breakfast.” Reluctantly, she gets up and walks over to the dresser. She pulls out two pairs of silk pajama bottoms and then two slightly oversized t-shirts. She bought them especially for when Faith spends the night.


She looks over at Faith as the slightly taller brunette gets dressed. She has a little admiring smile as she thinks about what happened the night before. ‘Last night was just so…she gave up all of her control and she’s never done that before. I know she’s never said anything about it but it’s basic psychology that kids who grow up in the foster system have control issues when they get older. Faith has to be in control at least a little bit of everything, but last night she gave all that up to me.’


Buffy gets a little…emotional and walks over to Faith. She wraps her arms around Faith’s neck and kisses her gently on the mouth. Which, if you ask me, is pretty gross since they haven’t brushed their teeth yet. ‘But no one asked you, so back off’. The somewhat rude blonde, pulls back from the kiss and looks into Faith’s dark, warm eyes. They smile at each other and for them it feels like minutes, but it’s only a few seconds.


“What was that for, B?” Faith asks and runs her fingers through Buffy’s bottled blonde hair. It isn’t silky at the moment. Things got pretty sweaty last night, so her hair is a little matted, and definitely not silky. ‘Hey, are you making fun of my hair.’ No. If I were making fun of your hair I’d talk about all the different ways it’s sticking out in the back. Rats make nicer looking nests. ‘One of these days I’m going to kill you.’ I’m a narrator, I don’t have a body you idiot.


“For last night,” Buffy says and smiles a little bit. She tries to think of a way to word her feelings but she can’t think of any. She looks down at Faith’s soft lips for a few seconds. She’s tempted to end the conversation with a heated kiss that will distract both of them into forgetting about the talking, but she knows that would be wrong. That it wouldn’t do this moment any justice. “Last night was so….I just wanted to thank you for it.” Faith gets another smile on her face, and gently rubs the blonde’s back.


“You didn’t get yours, B. At least not yet. I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggles her eyebrows a little and kisses her blonde softly on the lips. The kiss is sweet, and not meant to go further then that. Both know they can’t have a repeat performance because the other two Summers’ women are awake and just downstairs. If Dawn were to walk in on them Joyce would freak and possibly behead one, or both of them. The kiss ends, and Buffy has a sweet little smile on her face.


“No, Faith, I should be thanking you. What you did last night, the way you trusted me…no one’s ever trusted me like that before with anything. I just…I love you so much, and I really think this is going to work.” She gently caresses Faith’s cheek and they kiss again. It stays chaste, and ends in forty seconds. “Now, why don’t we go downstairs, and you can make me some breakfast women.” They both smile and Buffy gives Faith a little smack on the ass.


“I don’t think I like this new side of you. Only one person can wear the pants in a relationship.” ‘Yeah, and I’m the one who wears them,” Buffy thinks and leaves a little kiss on the tip of Faith’s nose. They head downstairs and head straight for the kitchen. Both Joyce and Dawn are dressed and ready for the day. Faith looks very uncomfortable as soon as she walks in the room. Especially with the way Joyce is looking at her and trying not to smile. Faith avoids eye contact, and walks over to the cupboards.


“Good morning Joyce, Dawn,” she says and looks even more uncomfortable when even Dawn is trying really hard not to smile. She takes a deep breath and remembers why she had decided a long time ago not to have sex with Buffy at her house while the others are home. ‘So much for that,’ she thinks, and looks over at her blonde. “So B, what do you wanna eat?” Buffy can see what’s going on between her fiancé and her mother and sister. She would try to do something to get the attention off of Faith but she’s having too much fun watching the normally very relaxed brunette squirm a little.


“Can you make a cheese omelet?” she asks and smiles when Faith nods her head. She sits down at the center island, and yawns out the last trace of sleepiness. She’s had Faith’s cooking before and it’s not very good. It isn’t totally disgusting, but you can tell with the first taste that she doesn’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen. ‘But it isn’t all about how good it is. She’s making something for me, and she puts a lot of effort into it. That’s what counts,’ she thinks and watches as Faith goes to the fridge and starts rummaging through it.


“So, did you two have fun last night?” Joyce asks, and Buffy’s eyes widen twice their normal size and she completely tenses up. ‘Why the hell would she ask that?’ the younger blonde thinks and tries really hard not to panic. “How was the movie, any good?” ‘Oh thank God. She was talking about the date.’ She really wasn’t. She’s just messing with you. ‘Don’t you have anyone else to stalk?’ Stalk is such a strong word. I prefer observer.


“The movie sucked big time. I definitely won’t be seeing that again, even when it comes out on DVD.” She says that now but in the next few months she’ll see it on the rack at the video store under ‘new releases’ and take it home like she’s never heard of it before. ‘Why are you such an ass all the time? Your dad never hugged you, did he?’ What are you, a therapist? My childhood is none of your damn business. ‘One good thing about the movie though, was it was nice and dark in the theater so no one saw us making out. At least I don’t think they saw.’


“Wow, Faith, that’s pretty impressive,” Buffy hears her mother say and it snaps her back to reality. She looks over at her fiancé and sees that she’s still cooking the omelet. ‘Ok, so what’s so impressive? I missed something cool didn’t I?’ “I can never get my omelets to fold just right. They always come out uneven. I gave up trying to get it right a long time ago.” The brunette chuckles a little bit and turns the heat on the stove down just a tad. She turns around and there’s a big smirk on her face.


“Thanks. I can’t really cook.” ‘I’ll second that,’ Buffy thinks and tries to hide her own smirk. “But I kick ass at makin breakfast.” ‘Really?’ She starts to think back on all of the times Faith has cooked for her. ‘Once she tried making me dinner, and that was pretty…awful. She’s made me lunch a couple of times and it was ok. The sandwich was pretty good. It would’ve been better if the mustard wasn’t two months passed the expiration date. But she’s never made me breakfast before. We’ve never really had the chance to. Whenever we’ve slept together at night and actually got to wake up together we were at a hotel so we just ordered room service.’


“Well, you’re very multi-talented, aren’t you?” Joyce asks and Faith gets a very sly smile on her face. ‘I recognize that smile,’ Buffy thinks and glares a little at Faith. The brunette wants to fight the playfulness inside of her, but she can’t. It’s not in her nature to back down from something so easy, especially when the person walks right into the joke like Joyce has.


“Oh, you have no idea,” the brunette replies with a little wink. Then she turns around and focuses her attention on Buffy’s breakfast. The brunette’s better half makes a face, but doesn’t say anything. She really doesn’t want to talk about what just happened because of the ick factor. The littlest Summers, however, makes a gagging noise and all eyes go on her, which is exactly what she wanted.


“Are you flirting with my mom? That’s so gross,” she says, and just to give her melodramatic performance a little something extra, she shivers and her body quakes from the effort. “And your fiancé is sitting right here. She saw what you did. I don’t know why she’s being quiet about it.” She takes another bite of her sugar coated cereal, and waits for a reply. The one thing she really likes about having Faith over is she always has something to say. She doesn’t just shrug the preteen off like Buffy’s other friends.


“Hey, I’m just statin facts. I haven’t said anything your big sis doesn’t already know.” Everyone in the room, except Faith, gets very uncomfortable after that sentence is said. Buffy tenses up, and sits up a little straighter on the stool. She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone because she really doesn’t want to see the looks they’re probably giving her right now.


“Faith, there’s a line and you just crossed it.” She watches as Faith uses the spatula to put the omelet on a plate and she smiles at Buffy’s words. No one can see her smile since her back is turned to them, but that’s ok with her. Buffy doesn’t take her eyes off Faith as she walks across the small space, and gets a fork from the drawer. Then she walks over to the blonde and sets down the plate and utensil in front of her.


“I know, and it was fun,” she says and kisses Buffy on the lips. Both of them forget that they have an audience, and the kiss lingers longer then it normally would have. They pull back when they hear a clattering sound, and Buffy blushes at the looks she’s receiving from her mother and younger sister.


“Ok, now I can’t eat. Do you guys have to be so…nauseating all the time?” Dawn asks and gets up from the stool. She goes into the living room and turns on the TV. ‘I wonder what that was all about. It’s like she’s never seen two people kiss before. Oh well, her not finishing her Coco Puffs isn’t my problem, so I’m not going to worry about it. Mmmm, this omelet looks really good. I think Faith needs to make breakfast for me more often ‘cause this smells really yummy.’ She takes a small bite not sure what to expect and she smiles up at her fiancé.


“You’re right, you do kick ass at breakfast. You should spend the night more often,” she says and wiggles her eyebrows for good measure. Faith just smiles and gives her another kiss. Buffy goes back to eating, and every once in a while will let out a moan of appreciation. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Faith sit down next to her, and then she feels the slightly taller girl wrap an arm around her lower back. She looks over at her with a little confusion. “You’re not going to make one for yourself?”


“Nah. That was the last of the cheese. Besides, I’m not that hungry,” she says and gently rubs Buffy’s back. “I’ll get something later at Bill and Judy’s.” ‘I wish she didn’t have to go. We’re going to be leaving Sunnydale soon, and I think we should spend as much time together as possible because once school starts I’m not going to be seeing her very often. I wish she had focused more on her grades instead of messing around so she could’ve gotten into Northwestern too.’


“Here, baby, have some of mine,” she says and cuts off a piece of her breakfast. She stabs it with the fork and holds the steaming piece of egg, cheese, ham, and parsley about an inch away from her mouth. Then her soft pink lips pucker up and she gently blows. Faith’s eyes dilate a little bit as she watches Buffy do this. She never knew watching a hot blonde cool down food could be so…sexy. Faith gets a little grin on her face, and puts on her own show. She wraps her lips around the fork, and very slowly pulls back, looking Buffy in the eyes the entire time. Then she starts to slowly chew, and smiles again when the blonde licks her lips.


“Dawn’s right. You two are nauseating. No one should be as happy as you are. It goes against the laws of nature,” Joyce says and picks up her coffee mug before she starts to leave the room.


“Finally someone agrees with me!” they hear Dawn yell from the other room. The two just look at each other and shrug, and continue enjoying the wonderful morning.