I Love How I Hate You

Sorry, this one's short, but I had to make a quick decision on whether Buffy and Faith get it on or not.

//Indicates phone conversation from the other end//

Buffy POV

I lean down and capture her lips in an intense kiss, when I
pull away we’re both panting. She stares
up at me wide eyed and I move down to straddle her thigh.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I start to rock back and forth, rubbing
myself against her knee.

God, that feels good.

“B, I—” she starts, but I promptly quiet her lips with
another kiss. Slowly, I release her
hands from my grip and move my own behind her neck, pulling her further into
me. Mmm… yummy Faith…

Faith POV

As soon as B lets my wrists go I move my right hand up to
gently knead her left breast. class=GramE>Mmmm… Buffy booby… Oh… she smells so good too…

*Ring, ring*

What the?

*Ring, ring*

Stupid cell phone…

*Ring, ring*

“Uh, Faith, you’re ringing…”

“I know, you wanna move so I can
answer that?”

“Only if you put it on vibrate and tell whoever it is to
keep calling back,” she purrs, then travels to my earlobe where she starts
placing soft kisses down my neck. God,
she can be such a little skank. I pull
out my phone and check the screen.

Oh, shit. It’s Cordy.

Fuck.

“Who is it?” B murmurs, blowing in my ear.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I shudder.
She’s makin’ me so fuckin’ hot right now.

“Um… it’s… no one…” I sputter, my
left hand has somehow found its way to her ass.
Hmm… wonder how that happened?

“Liar,” she suddenly pulls away and snatches my phone,
flipping it open and answering it.

Shit.

This.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Can’t.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Be.
Good.

“Hello, Faith’s cell phone, may I ask whose calling?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I try to grab my phone back, but she bites at
my hand. Oh, fuck that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She’s got sharp teeth and I like my fingers
where they are. I’m quite attached to
them.

//WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!// I hear Cordy scream through the
earpiece. Dammit, I’m really fucked now…
or not going to be fucked… whatever it is, it’s not going to be good.

“This is Faith’s girlfriend, who the fuck is this?” B
replies in an eerily tranquil voice.
Whoa, wait, girlfriend? She’s not
my… hell no… crazy little bitch… who does she think she is?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Oh yeah, definitely not my girlfriend.

//WHAT!?! LET ME
TALK TO FAITH! NOW!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> SHE’S MY
FUCKIN’ GIRLFRIEND!!!// I reach for my phone again, but B leans down and gives
me a hard bite on the collarbone.
Ow. That really fuckin’ hurt.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Wait… oh, no… Cordy… aw fuck… she’s sooo not
my girlfriend! Just because we fucked a
few times doesn’t mean she’s my— Oh, fuck me.
This cannot end well.

“No,” is the little blonde brat’s cool reply.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With that, she flips the phone shut.

Buffy POV

“No,” I say calmly into her cell and hang up on Cordy.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I glance back down at Faith whose now wearing
an unreadable expression. “Now, where
were we?” I give her a coy smile and lean in to suck on her lower lip.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Mmmm… class=GramE>Faithy. Suddenly, she
stands and I’m more than a little surprised to find myself sitting on the
floor.

“What the fuck was that about?” she growls at me.

“Don’t you think I’m the one who should be asking that question?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I extend my hand for her to help me up, but
she ignores me. Bitch.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I get up slowly and rub my ass.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That kinda hurt, in more ways than one.

“Y’know B, I think it’s about time you an’ class=GramE>me had a little chat.”
Crap.