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Chapter eleven: Sleepies.


Her back hit the wet, plastic base with a ringing slap and she screamed as agony flared across her body

For fucks sake, she was injured for crying out loud…and horny…did nobody care. Was her life just some cosmic beings idea of good entertainment? Was there a sitcom called “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, where everyone had a good laugh at her expense once a week.

The water chose that moment to turn freezing cold, of course it would, and it felt like ice across her chest, tummy and thighs.

‘And of course, all good T.V programmes have to have the dark and mysterious protaga-thing’. Buffy rolled her eyes as the door slammed open, and had the presence of mind to pull her finger free of her pussy with a dissatisfied grunt. She kept the hand down there to cover her up, put her other arm across her chest for the sake of any scraps of modesty still clinging to her, and let her head rest on the bottom of the bath.

“Buffy, are you okay; there was one hell of a bang, and a scream. I thought…” Faith had come charging in, with just a towel around her and one hand covering her eyes.

Buffy’s fingers stopped acting as cover and started acting up. ‘Where is the harm,’ that little voice was asking, ‘she’s got her eyes shut, and that towel…’

“I, uh, I slipped.” Buffy’s voice broke, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was trying to take control. She’d been so damn close. Damn it!

Faith fell to her knees and scrambled towards the tub. Her eyes were tightly closed still as she reached over the edge with both hands.

“Are you hurt? Fuckin’ bath! I told that guy it wasn’t safe.”

“Faith!” Buffy slapped her hand away before it could land on a breast. “Look what you’re doing?”

Faith stilled her movements and smiled. “Sure you mean that?”

The only sound was the hissing of the shower as it rained down on the blonde. The cold water was finally bringing some kind of rational thought back to her. Enough to rein in her current arousal to a more controllable level.

“No,” she answered Faith’s question. “Could you just get me a towel?”

“Sure thing.” Faith got back to her feet. “Oh, except I’m wearing it. You finished with the water?”

“Uh huh.”

The brunette turned the shower off, cutting off the freezing deluge. ‘No!’ Buffy thought, anguished. ‘I need that!” But it was gone, so now she needed a towel.

“You don’t have another?” She asked sitting up. There was blood trickling down from the cut across her ribs, her fall must have reopened it.

Faith’s head shook from side to side. “Don’t get much company. Well, not that I give a chance to use the bathroom.” She smirked.

“Then I’m privileged.”

“Yep, ain’t you the lucky one.”

“But I’m also naked.”

“Never said I wasn’t lucky too.”

Buffy laughed. Faith acting all flirty with her eyes still tight shut was kinda funny.

“So how’d ya slip?”

Okay so she wasn’t that funny. “I don’t know.” Buffy lied.

“Knew you should have let me help you.” Faith said as she left the bathroom.

Buffy sat in the bath, the shivers starting to return and thought about letting Faith help her now. She pushed the thought away as Faith returned, eyes closed and carrying a blanket. She didn’t love Faith. She couldn’t just do whatever, just because she was het up from a Slay. It wasn’t right. If she went down that road, she’d be living in Slutville in no time and her reputation was bad enough as it was.

“Here. Stand up.” Faith commanded.

Buffy did so delicately. “I’m, uh, bleeding again.” She told the brunette.

“Badly?”

“Just a trickle.”

“Then we’ll deal with it later.” Faith turned her face away and wrapped the blanket around Buffy. “Covered?”

“Uh-huh.”

Faith opened her eyes; she was still holding the blanket around the smaller blonde, even though Buffy’s own hands were clutching it tightly to her. “You’re like a little pig in a blanket, B.” She grinned.

Buffy gazed into her smiling eyes; a little smile of her own broke through. “Did you just call me a pig?”

Faith coloured slightly, and her grin turned to a bashful smile. “Uh, yeah I guess I did. Didn’t quite mean it that way.”

Buffy chuckled. “I have to phone my mom.”

“What?”

“My mom, she’ll be worried sick, can I use your phone.”

“Yeah, sure. Come on then, let’s get you through to the bedroom.”

Buffy gave a little squeal as Faith hooked an arm under her knees and lifted her up out of the tub. “What are you doing?”

“Tap dancing.” Swiftly Faith made her way through to the bedroom, grinning as she dropped the blonde on the bed and the blanket fell down a little.

Buffy quickly covered herself back up. She couldn’t meet the brunette’s eyes just now. After all of Faith’s hard work she just hadn’t been able to help herself in the end. At least it answered one question. Buffy didn’t know how to feel about that.

Faith didn’t make a thing out of it, she just moved around the bed and handed her the phone. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Buffy thought about telling her it would have to be cold, but decided to let her find out for herself. Instead, cradling the phone in her lap, she watched Faith’s towel disappear into the bathroom.

Deep breath, dial number, wait for answer.

#”Buffy, is that you?”# Her Mom’s voice came fast and urgent, confirming Buffy’s concern that she had noticed her absence.

“Yeah, Mom, it’s me. Sorry I scared you.” Buffy twiddled a strand of wet hair around her finger. She hadn’t even gotten as far as washing it, thanks to getting a little distracted. Maybe she’d have to have another shower. Once the water was warmer of course.

#“Well are you okay? Where are you?”#

Buffy hesitated, not sure how much to tell. “I’m at Faith’s. We had an extended Slay last night, a tough one, but we’re both okay now. It was just quicker to come back here, but I phoned as soon as I could.” ‘Or at least as soon as I remembered.’ She thought.

#”Well as long as you are both okay, do you need me to come get you; you have school in a couple of hours?”#

Buffy thought about it. It would be an easy out to the situation. She could get her mom to bring her some fresh clothes too, which would be of the good. She looked down at the wet, muddy pile of her own by the door. School though?

“I think I’m just gonna hang here for a little while, Mom, if that’s okay. Catch a few Z’s, it’s been a long night with no sleep.” She held her breath while she waited for the answer. She could hear the water running in the other room and her brain went briefly to a bad place. Bad when she was talking to her mother anyway.

#“Buffy, I appreciate you have a lot on your plate with school and Slaying, and while I’m prepared to cut you some slack, that’s for emergencies only. That doesn’t include partying with Faith until you are too tired to go to school the next day.”#

“Mom!” She was doomed to a life of false accusations it seemed. She half made up her mind to go out this weekend and really party, ‘cause if she was going to get accused anyway, and she bet Faith really knew how to party. “I was Slaying not having a good time.” And if her mom could see her now she would realise that.

#”I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time, Sweetheart, but try to make it into school sometime today, alright?”#

Buffy’s eyes nearly rolled across the floor, her mom still didn’t believe her. “I promise I’ll make it in for recess.”

After she’d said goodbye and hung up, she began using the blanket to carefully dry herself. She had pretty much got all the parts she could reach when Faith emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later.

“Mom okay?” She asked, she had the towel on still, although Buffy assumed she must have lost it for the actual washing. It wasn’t a very big towel, just barely hanging to mid thigh.

Buffy blushed and pulled her own covering further down her legs. “She thinks we were Bronzing it.”

Faith laughed. “That’s what all those years of lying about it gets ya. So is she coming to pick you up for school?”

Buffy shook her head. “No, I said I needed to crash here for a while. If that’s alright, if it isn’t I can call her back and have her head straight over.”

“It’s fine, stay as long as you like.” Faith turned and rummaged around in a draw.

“Sorry I didn’t leave any hot water.” Buffy apologised to the brunettes back.

Faith shrugged. “S’okay it did me more good cold.” She dropped the towel.

Buffy’s eyes bugged as she was treated to a totally unobstructed view of Faith’s ass, there was other stuff there too, like legs and a back, but Buffy didn’t really notice them. It disappeared again under a long black t-shirt. Blinking rapidly the blonde fell back onto the bed, wincing slightly. ‘Now I need another one.’ She thought in a daze.

Faith had turned back to face her. “You okay there, B? You look a bit flushed.” Faith was smirking big style.

The blonde had a little inner fight. Did she play Faith at her own game, force this … Whatever it was between them to a head? Get the closure she felt they needed, to leave these unwanted feelings behind. Or did she…

“I’m fine, just a little tired.” Buffy rearranged herself so she was on one side of the bed.

Faith looked disappointed. “Did you want a t-shirt to wear?”

Buffy thought about it. Faith wasn’t wearing panties under her t-shirt, which was distracting enough, but the deeper implication meant that Buffy couldn’t ask to borrow any without losing face. Could she lay there without any, knowing Faith was without any and…

“I think I’ll stick with the blanket, if that’s okay. It’s warm, cosy.” She added to explain why.

Faith seemed to perk up at that. Probably the thought of a naked Buffy-pig in a blanket in her bed. Buffy yawned loudly. Now she was lying down, sleep was coming along fast.

Faith, still standing by the edge of the bed, looked down at her for full minute and Buffy looked back. When it seemed like the brunette might say something, she appeared to change her mind, and settled for pulling the sheets up and over Buffy. The blonde smiled at her, which turned to a giggle as Faith jumped onto the bed, crawled over the blonde’s mid-section and clambered under the covers on the other side.

“This is weird.” Faith stated.

“What is?” Buffy asked sleepily.

“Sharing a bed.”

“Really, but I thought…?”

“Oh screwing, yeah sure, but not sleeping.” The brunette shifted a little. “It’s weird.”

Buffy chuckled. “Do you want to have sex to make you feel more comfortable?”

The delight in Faith’s voice was childlike in its intensity. “Would you do that for me, B?”

Buffy smiled, turning over to get more comfortable. “In your dreams, F.”

“You can count on it.” The murmured words reached her ears just as she drifted off.