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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
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Adult +
Chapters:
17
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8,983
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34
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Chapter 12
Sorry that it took so long. I’ve been busy with many things IRL, including finally getting my webcomic up and running. *yey!!* As well, I’ve started yet another story, which I seem to enjoy even if other people don’t. More of it is written than is up here, as I’ve been mostly posting it on FanFiction.net instead of AFF. Anyway, here’s more LOG, and hopefully I’ll be inspired for Who I am next.
Faith continued to rack up the balls, almost cluelessly, as Buffy stared in near horror at the table. She waited for an objection, a comment, a denial, anything. But Buffy just stood there. So, finally, after she’d broken the triangle of balls, and looked to Buffy, she gestured the table. “Ya know how to play?”
“Um… kinda…” Buffy smiled weakly, and it almost looked as if her eyes were glassy, but she took a quick pull of the Pepsi and moved to find her own que to shoot with. Her aim was terrible, even worse was her form, and Faith couldn’t help laughing under her breath at the girl’s attempt to actually hit the que-ball. On her fourth try and miss, Faith circled the table, setting aside her own stick, and reached around Buffy to help her shoot. “Faith…”
“It’s okay B, I ain’t gonna bite ya.” She rolled her eyes, moving Buffy into proper positioning and teaching her through touch how to hold the que. “Line up the stick, then look at where ya want it to go. I’ll teach ya how to make real shots when ya can hit the damned ball, okay?”
“R… right.” The blonde’s voice was a whisper, though it sounded more sad than anything else. Faith made her take the shot, moving with her, and watched as the ball rolled to knock one of the solids in. “That’s good?”
“Yeah, that means that you’re aimin’ for the solid-color balls. I got stripes.” Faith brought her through another shot, explaining slowly why they were aiming at a particular ball, and where they wanted to hit. It missed, but just barely, and Faith separated to take her own shot. “So… what’ll we do about Blondie and Red? Cause that bleach-boy, he’s kinda in the way.”
For some reason, Buffy just kept staring at her shooting, and the table, sadly, trying to hide the fact that she was doing so. Faith cleared nearly half of her balls before she fumbled a shot, and let Buffy try on her own this time. The solid didn’t go in, but she let the blonde try again, since she was obviously new to this. Still, there was no answer.
“Listen B, I can tell somethin’s still wrong. If ya don’t wanna play this, we can go do something else.” She finally told the girl, grabbing Buffy’s wrist so that she didn’t continue with the shot.
“No! No it’s okay. It’s just… um… a bad memory. I’m good, really.” Buffy smiled brightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and Faith grumbled under her breath. “Show me how to aim again.”
“Fine…”
They played eight-ball for the next hour, not really talking about what they’d come to discuss, Faith trying to teach the girl how to play well. Buffy was no pro, and certainly wouldn’t go hustling any time soon, but her mood had cheered, and she could actually make more than one shot in a row without it having to be given to her. Certainly an improvement at least.
They were heading out finally, Faith leading the way with her hands stuffed into her pockets as she ambled along, when she finally brought it up again. “So ya just gonna bury it down, or are ya gonna tell me what the hell was wrong? Cause yanno, if you’re gonna be all quiet about that shit, best ta keep it where people can’t see it. Makes a girl concerned.”
Buffy looked up at Faith, startled, at first not knowing what she was talking about. Then, she let out a sigh and looked away. “I… I don’t really wanna talk about it. It’s kind of embarrassing, and even Tara doesn’t know what happened.”
“Did someone hurt ya? Cause I’ll kick his mother-fuckin ass if someone hurt ya. We may not be all boosum-buddies and shit, but you’re still my… um… yanno… my friend.” Faith started out angry, but stumbled at the last, not really looking at Buffy as she said it. Why was she acting like this anyway? Usually she just let things like this slide, if she noticed at all. What was this damned blonde doing to her?
Buffy was blushing though, and smiled shyly. “Thanks Faith, but it’s not like that. There was no guy to have hurt me.” Her voice was soft, but she sounded touched, and Faith debated on whether or not she wished she hadn’t put her foot in her mouth. “Um… There was just… this thing. I… there was someone, but it ended bad… cause they were… and it was on a pool table… but I’m fine. It’s in the past, and I’m good now.”
“Yeah, sure ya are.” Faith’s tone was obviously sarcastic, and this time she knew she wished she hadn’t put her foot in it. Damn if she didn’t always let her mouth run away with her. She winced, realizing how harsh she sounded, especially when Buffy went completely silence, then the words all slowly filtered in, and though it took a minute, things clicked into place. “Hey, I thought ya said there wasn’t any guy?”
“Yeah… um…”
Faith’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Buffy had just admitted something to her that Tara still hadn’t a clue about. “Oh. Um… Shit. Wow.”
TBC
Faith continued to rack up the balls, almost cluelessly, as Buffy stared in near horror at the table. She waited for an objection, a comment, a denial, anything. But Buffy just stood there. So, finally, after she’d broken the triangle of balls, and looked to Buffy, she gestured the table. “Ya know how to play?”
“Um… kinda…” Buffy smiled weakly, and it almost looked as if her eyes were glassy, but she took a quick pull of the Pepsi and moved to find her own que to shoot with. Her aim was terrible, even worse was her form, and Faith couldn’t help laughing under her breath at the girl’s attempt to actually hit the que-ball. On her fourth try and miss, Faith circled the table, setting aside her own stick, and reached around Buffy to help her shoot. “Faith…”
“It’s okay B, I ain’t gonna bite ya.” She rolled her eyes, moving Buffy into proper positioning and teaching her through touch how to hold the que. “Line up the stick, then look at where ya want it to go. I’ll teach ya how to make real shots when ya can hit the damned ball, okay?”
“R… right.” The blonde’s voice was a whisper, though it sounded more sad than anything else. Faith made her take the shot, moving with her, and watched as the ball rolled to knock one of the solids in. “That’s good?”
“Yeah, that means that you’re aimin’ for the solid-color balls. I got stripes.” Faith brought her through another shot, explaining slowly why they were aiming at a particular ball, and where they wanted to hit. It missed, but just barely, and Faith separated to take her own shot. “So… what’ll we do about Blondie and Red? Cause that bleach-boy, he’s kinda in the way.”
For some reason, Buffy just kept staring at her shooting, and the table, sadly, trying to hide the fact that she was doing so. Faith cleared nearly half of her balls before she fumbled a shot, and let Buffy try on her own this time. The solid didn’t go in, but she let the blonde try again, since she was obviously new to this. Still, there was no answer.
“Listen B, I can tell somethin’s still wrong. If ya don’t wanna play this, we can go do something else.” She finally told the girl, grabbing Buffy’s wrist so that she didn’t continue with the shot.
“No! No it’s okay. It’s just… um… a bad memory. I’m good, really.” Buffy smiled brightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and Faith grumbled under her breath. “Show me how to aim again.”
“Fine…”
They played eight-ball for the next hour, not really talking about what they’d come to discuss, Faith trying to teach the girl how to play well. Buffy was no pro, and certainly wouldn’t go hustling any time soon, but her mood had cheered, and she could actually make more than one shot in a row without it having to be given to her. Certainly an improvement at least.
They were heading out finally, Faith leading the way with her hands stuffed into her pockets as she ambled along, when she finally brought it up again. “So ya just gonna bury it down, or are ya gonna tell me what the hell was wrong? Cause yanno, if you’re gonna be all quiet about that shit, best ta keep it where people can’t see it. Makes a girl concerned.”
Buffy looked up at Faith, startled, at first not knowing what she was talking about. Then, she let out a sigh and looked away. “I… I don’t really wanna talk about it. It’s kind of embarrassing, and even Tara doesn’t know what happened.”
“Did someone hurt ya? Cause I’ll kick his mother-fuckin ass if someone hurt ya. We may not be all boosum-buddies and shit, but you’re still my… um… yanno… my friend.” Faith started out angry, but stumbled at the last, not really looking at Buffy as she said it. Why was she acting like this anyway? Usually she just let things like this slide, if she noticed at all. What was this damned blonde doing to her?
Buffy was blushing though, and smiled shyly. “Thanks Faith, but it’s not like that. There was no guy to have hurt me.” Her voice was soft, but she sounded touched, and Faith debated on whether or not she wished she hadn’t put her foot in her mouth. “Um… There was just… this thing. I… there was someone, but it ended bad… cause they were… and it was on a pool table… but I’m fine. It’s in the past, and I’m good now.”
“Yeah, sure ya are.” Faith’s tone was obviously sarcastic, and this time she knew she wished she hadn’t put her foot in it. Damn if she didn’t always let her mouth run away with her. She winced, realizing how harsh she sounded, especially when Buffy went completely silence, then the words all slowly filtered in, and though it took a minute, things clicked into place. “Hey, I thought ya said there wasn’t any guy?”
“Yeah… um…”
Faith’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Buffy had just admitted something to her that Tara still hadn’t a clue about. “Oh. Um… Shit. Wow.”
TBC