The Courtship of Buffy Summers

Faith pulls her rust bucket of a truck into the motel parking lot and quickly finds a spot. She has a smirk on her face that she’s been trying to get rid of on the drive over, but she can’t. She can’t because she finally got passed second base with Buffy. Sure they’ve been dating a month, but it happened a lot sooner then she expected. She figured the blonde would be a little more reluctant, and the fact that the first attempt for third led to the actual event gives the brunette high hopes for the future. ‘And she’s definitely not a natural blonde,’ Faith thinks as she hops out of her truck.


Despite the fact that the motels in Sunnydale are nothing but giant health code violations, Faith’s foster parents were only willing to pay for one of the crappy rooms. They didn’t feel comfortable having Faith’s ex-con brother staying at their house so they’re paying for a room until he gets a job and can pay for it himself. The brunette is pissed at her state appointed guardians but there’s nothing she can do about it.


‘As soon as I’m eighteen I’m getting the fuck outta there,’ she thinks as she walks towards the building. Tensions are now high in the Doriann household. Faith hasn’t spoken to them since the morning she woke up to Judy yelling after finding a strange man sleeping on the couch with Faith curled up in his lap. She’s still obeying some of the rules. She said she’d start behaving and she’s going to. ‘I don’t know why they’re being dicks about it. It’s not like he’s a rapist or anything,’ she thinks and knocks on the door and waits for her brother to answer.


“Hey big bro,” she says with a cheeky smile. He hates it when she calls him that, which is the only reason she insists on giving him that nickname. “I brought you some lunch. Figured you could use something to eat.” She looks up at him with a big smile on her face. The fact that her big brother is finally back in her life is still very surreal, but she loves it. She’s missed him more then words can actually express. “Well, it is like five something so I guess this is dinner. Aren’t you gonna let me in?”


“I kinda have company right now,” he says in a sleep roughened voice. Her eyebrows furrow a little bit, and she finally notices the fact that he only has the door open about an inch, and from what she can tell he’s only wearing boxers. ‘And he probably slipped those on before he answered the door.’ “Let me get dressed and we’ll eat outside, alright?” She nods her head but she doesn’t say anything.


‘Don’t get all jealous. He’s been in prison for eight years I’m surprised he waited this long to bring someone back. He probably already has and they just didn’t stick around. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend ‘cause that would be creepy, and disgusting on so many levels.’ Her internal babble is put to rest when her brother opens the door, fully dressed and looking a little tired. She tries to see passed him and get a glance of whoever is still sleeping in his bed, but he blocks her view.


They walk back to her truck and she lets the tailgate down. They hop up and she takes all the food out of the bag. She has more then enough for the two of them. She panicked at the drive thru because she didn’t know what her brother would want. The large variety makes him chuckle and shake his head. Faith looks at the guy she’s admired her entire life and she gets the ‘he’s just so great’ expression on her face. But then it changes to one of mischief and curiosity and he knows what’s coming.


“So, who’s in your room?” she asks and shoves a french fry in her mouth. He takes a large bite of his cheeseburger and shrugs his shoulders. “Oh hell no. If we have to eat outside like a couple of bums because of the chick in your room then you’re giving me details. What does she look like?” He does nothing but open his mouth and stick out his tongue, the very thoroughly chewed bite of burger looks far from appetizing in this form. Faith gives him a punch on the arm and chuckles a little. “Very mature.”


“Maturity is my middle name,” he says and takes a drink of his soda. Faith chuckles and munches on a few more fries. She never thought it would be possible for her to be so happy while doing nothing more then sitting on the very uncomfortable tailgate of her truck, and eating food from a place called The Doublemeat Palace.


“No it’s not,” she says and unwraps the ‘doublemeat special’. She has no idea what it is, but judging by the fact it’s from a fast food restaurant she’d rather not know. ‘Ignorance is bliss,’ she thinks and takes a small bite. “So, who’s the girl you were fucking?” The older boy sighs a very disapproving sigh at the language Faith used. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she says very sarcastically. “Who was the girl you were fornicating with?” He decides to give into his little sister’s curiosity just to get her to shut up.


“Her name’s Tonya, I met her at the Bronze last night.” Faith laughs a little bit, and takes another bite from her burger. She starts thinking back to her wilder days before she started seeing Buffy, and she can think of three girls named Tonya that she slept with, and she met all three of them at the Bronze. ‘So odds are we probably slept together. Lets just hope she doesn’t remember me. Nah, it’s impossible to forget me.’


“Oh,” Faith says and gives her brother a very playful smile. “She sounds like a keeper. When’s the wedding?” He rolls his eyes and she laughs at her own joke. ‘If you can’t amuse yourself you might as well be dead.’ She crinkles up the wrapper and tosses it into the bag, and vows to never eat at the Doublemeat Palace again. “I need to stretch out, I’ve been sitting way too long.” She slides off the tailgate paces back and forth from one end of the truck to the other.


Then she bends down to touch her toes so she can stretch out some of the restless muscles. ‘And Cordelia said I could never be a cheerleader. Not that I want to.’ What she doesn’t notice is when she bends down it causes some of the pink material to poke out above the hem of her pocket, and when she stands up straight it makes even more of the fabric stick out. She can’t see any of this, but her brother sees the flash of color out of the corner of his eye. It catches his attention and he can’t help but look. His eyebrows furrow a little and he reaches out and snatches the pair of girly panties from his little sister’s pocket.


“What the fuck?” Faith yells when she feels her brother’s hand on her ass. “I know you’ve been in prison a long time, but that’s no excuse for incest.” She turns around and her eyes widen a little in fear when she sees what her brother is holding. But then she relaxes and even cracks a smile. ‘He’ll be a total hypocrite if he gets pissed. He fucked a girl named Tonya he met last night, I’ve been dating B for a month. If anyone should be pissy it’s me.’


“Please tell me these are yours,” he says, his voice laced with anger, and just a tiny bit of disappointment. Faith’s smile gets a little bigger, and she tries to take them back, but the taller boy hold them out of her reach.


“No, they’re not.” She sounds very pleased with herself. “You wanna give ‘em back? I was kinda hoping to hold onto for a while, like a souvenir or something.” She laughs a little at how perverted that sounds, but she doesn’t really care. She’s never done anything like this before, but this is different. She’s actually dating Buffy, the blonde actually means something to her, and she wants something to remember all of the big moments that happen in their relationship. And what better way to remember the first time she went down on her then by taking the underwear the blonde was wearing at the time?


“You’ve only been dating her for a month, and you slept with her?” he asks and Faith’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at his anger, and in anger because of his tone. “I can’t believe you lost your virginity to that prep.” ‘Wow, I guess it’s really time I sat him down and explained some things,’ she thinks and sighs a very deep sigh. “I know I haven’t been around, but you’ve been visiting me since you got your licence. I’d like to think I taught you better then that.”


“Who are you to decide what’s better?” she asks and takes a step forward. She was going to sit down and calmly explain what she’s been up to since she moved to Sunnydale, but what he’s implying about the blonde is getting her really pissed off. “She’s better, alright? I’m the trash who’s chasing after her. I have nothing to offer this chick, and she’s still around. She really likes me, and I really like her. I know you wanna think that you know me, but you don’t. You know the little eight year old girl you saved from Mom’s husband. Because if you really knew me you wouldn’t be pissed off that I’m dating Buffy.”


Memories from her past start to jump forward in her mind, and she can’t make them stop. Her eyes start to well up with tears but she forces them back. She takes a couple of steps backwards, and turns around so she’s facing away from her brother. She has so much respect for him. She just wants him to respect her, to view her as an equal. Not some little sister he needs to protect. She hears Noah walk up behind her, and then feels his hand on her shoulder. She shrugs it off and walks back over to the truck. She wipes away the drying tears and sniffles loudly. She hops back up on the tailgate and takes a drink of her soda.


“You are not trash, do you understand me?” he asks and stands about six inches in front of her. To anyone else his size would be intimidating, but to her he’s just one big teddy bear, always has been, always will be. “She’s not better then you because she has money, and a big house, and all the stuff we never had. No one is better then you because of that.” She sniffles again and sets the soda down.


“And we’re not better then them ‘cause we’ve had it rough. Why are you getting so pissed off? I can take care of myself, it’s not like she can hurt me.” He sighs and sits down next to her. He doesn’t notice when she slyly reaches over and grabs onto the panties. She tries not to smirk as she slips them into her back pants pocket.


“‘Cause you’re my little sister. I don’t like the thought of anyone touching you.” She can’t help but roll her eyes and she scarfs down some more of the fries. No one can switch from one emotion to the other faster then the Lehanes. It’s a genetic trait to go from being angry as hell and on the brink of tears, to perfectly fine like nothing happened.


“So it’s safe to say you won’t want to hang around us when we’re together?” she asks with a little mischievous smile on her face. She knows she should be careful, at this point teasing him is like poking a hibernating bear with a sharp stick. Eventually the bear is going to wake up and kill you, it’s just a matter of dropping the stick, and running away in the nick of time. “If you can’t stand the thought of her touching me you won’t want to be around her.”


“Oh, I’m going to hang out with you guys. I wanna keep my eye on you, make sure she doesn’t touch you.” Faith rolls her eyes and picks up another one of the burgers. Now that the fight is over and everything is calm her appetite is calling out for attention. ‘Besides I said I’d never eat there again. I bought this food before I said that so it doesn’t count.’ As she goes to take a bite she feels herself being lifted off the truck by a very strong arm. Then she feels a hand on her ass and fingers digging into her pocket. She tries to struggle against it, but it’s like a Jack Russell fighting off a Rottweiler.


“You’re not keeping these,” Noah says and lets her go. He laughs at the pout on Faith’s face but he doesn’t give in to what she wants. He stuffs the pink underwear into his front pants pocket where he knows Faith won’t venture into. “I’m gonna burn ‘em when you leave, and you’re goin straight home. I don’t want you hanging out with Buffy anymore today.” The teenager just rolls her eyes and tries not to sigh. ‘Big brothers: can’t live with ‘em, and it’s illegal to kill ‘em.’