I Hate How I Love You

Buffy POV

I really don’t know what I’m going to do now that she has me
cornered, there’s no escape. Shit.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Maybe coming over here to have a face to face
conversation wasn’t such a good idea.
Without warning, she grabs me and throws me – back first – onto the
couch. Too shocked to move, I go
wide-eyed as she crawls over me, pinning me down; she looks at me a hunter
looks at its prey.

“Quite the predicament you’re in,
now aren’t you, B?” she mocks, holding my wrists down with her knees.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I can only continue to stare up at her,
trying to breath. In.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Out. class=GramE>In. Out.

“I— Faith, I’m so sorry, I—” she doesn’t even let me finish
as she starts the assault on my ribs. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This is unbearable,
she runs her fingers all up and down my ribcage, under my arms, my stomach,
everywhere. Did I mention that I’m style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>extremely ticklish?

“Please… Faith… no…” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She tickles me until I’m in tears.

“Aw, is B gonna cry?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You gonna cry like
the little baby that you are?” she taunts, but luckily I’m able to free my
hands to try and catch hers.
Gotcha! She’s too quick though,
instantly regaining control. class=SpellE>Dammit. She holds my
hands above my head and we’re nose to nose again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This seems oddly familiar…

Faith POV

I suddenly find myself very fascinated with B’s lips, I’m
staring down at her pouty pink lips – the ones on her
face, get your mind out of the gutter – and I have this incredible urge to kiss
them. I lean down, but just as I’m about
to brush my lips against hers I pull away.
Why did I do that? I just don’t
know what the hell I’m feeling… Our eyes
meet and something flashes across them that I can’t quite read, she’s just so class=SpellE>beaut—

“I think it’s about time you leave B,” I say getting up,
“I’m really kinda tired and I wanna
get some sleep.”

“Um, oh, okay,” she sounds disappointed, “does that mean I’m
forgiven?”

“Yeah, you’re totally forgiven.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She sits up and gives me a questioning look.

“Why didn’t you… um…” she pauses, “why didn’t you return any
of my calls before?”

“Busy.”

“Oh. It’s just…
y’know… we used to like hang out everyday and it’s been, like, forever since
I’ve seen you and—”

“Look, B, if it makes you feel better we’ll hang out tonight
’kay?” Her
eyes brighten immediately.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just let me get some sleep, I’ll give you a call
later?”

She sighs, “Okay.”

I slump against the door as soon as she leaves.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> God, what the hell is wrong with me?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I was wanted to kiss her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Why didn’t I?
It’s not like we haven’t already done way more than that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Sure, it was all part of her little revenge
scheme, but still. Grr…
argh…