Buffys Little Secret

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

(( I know I fail. Its been like 10 months since I’ve updated this. Or wrote anything, as a matter of fact. I was gonna write something new, but decided I have so many unfinished stories that I should try to finish a few of them ))

CHAPTER 11 - DON’T EXPLODE FINLAND, EXPLODE TURKEY

The dance floor was packed, but I managed to make everyone get the fuck out of my way with just a look. Having that whole intimidating look thing has been working out for me real well lately. I should probably use it for something useful, but then again its me so, probably not.

Buffy led me to a spot in the middle of the floor and we started dancing as some techno remix to some rock song came on. I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me. If its something that can always make me in a good mood, its dancing. When I opened my eyes Buffy was much closer to me than she started, she was about half an inch from being completely on top of me. I smirked and started to grind against her. If she wants to play it this way, fine. Its just dancing. Not like we’re fucking in the middle of the dance floor. Hey, that’s a thought. No, bad Faith, trying to trust her again, right? Or... something. What’s my reason for that again? I’m confused. I’m think that thinking is a bad idea for me.

We danced all over each other for a couple songs before a slow one came on. All the couples around us started to dance, so we made our way back to our table. Xander and Anya were back at the table, and I overheard Anya commenting on human mating rituals, or something. I chose to ignore that instead of attempt to figure out what exactly she was babbling about, and sat down. Red and Tara were still on the dance floor, doing the whole couple-y slow dance thing.

I picked up my double jack and coke and took a sip of it. Yeah, okay so I said I wouldn’t drink much, and I got a double. So sue me. Or not, cause knowing my luck I’d lose.

“...so really humans are just like animals,” Anya finished.

Buffy looked confused, “Huh?” She sat down on the couch, EXTREMELY close to me. She didn’t seem to notice, but I definitely noticed her thigh brushing up against mine.

Xander gave us a look like ‘Please don’t ask’, but Buffy was never one to get hints.

“How are we like animals, exactly?”

Anya rolled her eyes like it was obvious, “Look at that male over there,” she pointed to a guy who was flirting with some girl. “It’s the same as any animal. You try to win over the female, the strongest male gets to mate with her. Now whether or not it will result in breeding, is another story, and all up to chance. Because not every time you have intercourse it results in pregnancy.”

I gave Anya a weird look, but left it alone. I never really understood that woman. Buffy looked like she was actually trying to see her point of view, but I guess gave up and took a sip of her drink. The face she made was PRICELESS.

“Faith! What the hell IS this??” She made a big ‘ew’ face.

“You said get the same as me, it’s a double JD and coke. Why? You don’t like it?” I say innocently. I knew she wouldn’t. B’s the kind of girl that drinks wine coolers and girly shit like that.

“Its just... strong. I thought you said you were gonna take it easy tonight.”

I shrug. “The next one wont have such a kick,” I promised.

She gave me a skeptical look, “Sure it wont, cause I’ll go to the bar with you next time. I don’t want to walk your drunk ass home... again.”

I rolled my eyes. Aren’t I just so lucky to have my very own Slayer sitter? Oh yes, I wake up every day of my life waiting for these moments.

“Whatever you say, Blondie.”

“You really need to stop calling me that,” she said.

I smirk and take another sip of my drink, “Don’t matter, I like Twinkie better. Blonde on the outside, cream filled on the inside.” I wiggle my eyebrows and Xander almost spits out his drink.

“Now I remember why I never asked why you called me that,” Buffy said, making a face.

I laugh. I love the shit I come up with.

Just then Willow and Tara came back from their little romantic magical dance, or whatever the fuck, and sat down next to Xander and Anya. Willow looked at Xander, who was trying to clean up his shirt from where he accidently let some of his drink come out of his mouth.

“What happened?”

“Don’t ask,” Buffy replied and elbowed me softly in the ribs. I just smirked.

Willow raised her eyebrows, “I’ll take your advice.”

“What exactly is a Twinkie anyway? Xander keeps pestering me to buy some, he said he likes to lick the cream out.” Anya chimed in.

“Ookay, and a change of subject!” Buffy said and sat up while I almost fell out laughing while Xander looked horrified. Buffy turned to Willow and asked, “Isn’t it a little odd that we haven’t had any demon attacks in awhile, I mean, usually its at least once every week that one of them plots to have me killed.”

“Lets hope they’re on holiday,” Xander said. “I don’t want to be fixing anything anytime soon.”

Willow shrugged, “Maybe they got the hint to not mess with you.”

Buffy looked at her funny, “I doubt it. They don’t exactly scream ‘smart’.”

“B, who cares? I, for one, and happy they haven’t been around. Its been some well needed vacation time.”

“Yeah but that usually tends to blow up in our face. Just when we get all relaxed.. OOPS! There goes Finland.” She makes these big dramatic hand gestures as she explains.

I blink and try not to laugh. “Finland? Since when have demons exploded Finland?”

“That’s not the point, Faith.”

“Cause personally if I was a demon I’d explode Turkey. Just because every time someone mentions it I NEED to eat some Turkey, otherwise I get all agitated.” I keep rattling on, knowing its bothering her.

“FAITH! Focus. And don’t talk about Turkey, I’m hungry.” Buffy said.

“See? Told you.” I put on my triumphant ‘I win’ look.

“For real, Faith. What if we’re all relaxed then suddenly the ceiling falls on our heads and we all die?” Buffy is now in paranoia mode. “We need to be prepared.”

“Okay Giles Jr, you go hit the books and in the meantime, I’ll chill out here.”

“I think you overreacting a little, Buffy,” Willow says.

“But she IS right, you know.” Xander included. “Every time we do get all comfortable, someone dies or tries to take over the world.”

I down the rest of my double JD and hold up my hand, “Okay everyone stop! If we really want to have this discussion, we’ll do it later, NOT at the Bronze, and NOT when we’re trying to have fun. Now shut the fuck up.”

Everyone shut up. Right on, go me and my power.

“Okay, so who wants another drink?” I ask, and get up.

Buffy and Xander say yes, and everyone else are still babies and working on thier first. I go over to the bar, and when I get there I realized Buffy’s directly behind me.

“Uh, B? What gives with the shadowing?”

“I told you that the next time you go to the bar I’d follow, I meant it when I said I don’t want to carry your drunk ass home again.” She leaned against the bar and looked at me.

“Okay number one, you never CARRIED me. Number two, I’m quite capable of getting a non-double drink by myself, thanks.” I turned to the bartender and ordered a beer for Xan, and a bourbon and coke for myself and Buffy. “See? I can do it.”

Buffy smirked at me a little but followed me back to the table as I handed everyone their drinks. Just as I was about to sit down, the doors to the Bronze crash open and a vampires coming through it. Right here, in front of all these people. Some people screamed at the disfigured look on the vampires face, and the fact that he just broke the door. He looked around and spotted Buffy, “SLAYER!” God, what am I? Jack shit?

I sigh and Buffy exclaims, “See! Finland just exploded.”

“No B, actually that was the door.” I say as I make my way over to the vamp.

“You know what I mean,” Buffy says as she too, makes her way over to the vampire.

God, why cant I just enjoy one night in peace?

TBC....