This little girl

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I know that some of you wanted Monica to be a bitch, but I kinda liked the suggestion of having her be nice, I think it makes Faith more jealous. Oh, and don't worry turnabout is fair play.

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Chapter 3

Buffy’s POV

What am I going to wear? Seriously, Faith was due here sometime tonight. Dumbass that I am I forgot to give her a time, and I was worried about my wardrobe. And not the metaphorical fire that Xander and Angel breathed when they found out she was coming. Nor the literal fire Wills conjured up. I think she forgets how strong she is. Everyone else was, well, edgy to say the least. Not that anyone disliked Faith now, or even blamed her for what happened. But I think Angel’s word centered around ‘Unstable, and you can’t just spring surprises on her like that.’

Well I didn’t just spring it on her, did I? How the hell was I supposed to know she was going to be at the mall? I hadn’t been keeping tabs on her for the last five years.

Then I heard it, “Buffy’s girlfriend.” Oh fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Monica. I am so dense. Well, I forgot that little tidbit didn’t I? One look at Faith and I’m like, girlfriend, what girlfriend?

I breezed down the stairs just in time to see Faith walk in the door. She had on a pair of low-rise jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Her hair was a little lighter than I remember. Maybe she got highlights. “B’s girlfriend?” Oh, shit. “Funny thing. Our B didn’t mention she had a girlfriend.”

I looked to Monica to see how she’d react. She was pulling her shoulder length hair into a bun. A look of nonchalant indifference crossing her face, “Well, you surprised her I’m assuming. She probably just forgot.” She reached her hand out to Faith, “We’ll try this again. I’m Monica Wells, and you are… Faith I presume. Nice to meet you.”

Faith stared at her hand like it was on fire. “I know you’re a slayer. What are you going to do? Throw me over your shoulder?”

Monica put her hand back down and moved to let Faith in. “I was going to shake your hand. Please come in.”

Faith gave her a stare that would’ve injured her, if Faith had been a witch and not a slayer. Ok, time to intervene.

“Hey Faith,” I said, walking down the last few stairs. “Glad you could make it.”

The look of anger in Faith’s face flashed away to something else when she looked at me, but it was gone quickly as the old mask came back up. “What’s the what, B? Where’s the kid?” She asked looking around for Annie.

Faith was looking at me, but Monica answered, “Everyone is in the game room.”

Faith cocked an eyebrow. I had to admit, I was wondering too. “Why is everyone in the game room together?” Faith asked.

Monica just shrugged her shoulders and turned to walk towards me. “Wills said it would be easier if everyone could just get this over with,” Monica answered me and not Faith.

“Well, I’m really fucking glad Red feels the need to stage a goddamn intervention, but I’m not particularly in the mood for the family loving thing.”

“Nobody asked you what you were in the mood…” I could feel the blood boiling near my face. I was going to hurt her before the night was over. Monica put her hand on my shoulder, stopping me from going on. She had her back to Faith and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. “Calm down baby. It’s okay.” She whispered in my ear.

Slayer hearing. I know Faith heard her. My eyes were locked with Faith’s the whole time. I could see her muscles tense in her throat. She looked like a cat, ready to pounce. Mon was a slayer, but she wasn’t Faith. What Faith didn’t know was that Monica wasn’t trying to get to her. She wasn’t like that. She was the opposite of Faith – she was controlled.

She turned to look at Faith, a genuine smile on her face. I broke my gaze with Faith to look at her. She was truly stunning. Not Faith, but then, no one was. “I’ll get you a drink,” she said to her, still smiling, “What do you like?”

I watched Faith’s emotions play across her face. So quick no one else would have even registered them. She settled on indifferent. “Jack and Coke. If you got?”

She never took her eyes from me. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Stop looking at her Buffy, I told myself.

I could feel Monica’s eyes switching back and forth watching the silent communication Faith and I had going. She finally broke the silence. “I think we can do that,” she said, making her way into the game room. “I’m assuming you wanna drink too B?” Mon asked.

She called me B. She does that all the time. I should have told her not to…Jesus Faith’s face had gone from slightly pink and flushed to red and angry. Her fists began to clinch and I knew if I didn’t intervene this would rapidly turn into a painful evening for everyone involved. I walked over to her, putting my hand on her arm. “Whatever’s convenient,” I said over my shoulder to Monica. I smiled at her and turned back around. I heard her walk out of the room.

“Faith…” I started.

“She. Called. You. B.” She spat out. She shrugged off my arm almost violently and stalked her way away from me.

Well this was going swimmingly, wasn’t it?

Faith’s POV

That blond, freakishly tall, smiling bitch had called her B. I know that is what I heard. Buffy had her hand on my arm. Get the fuck off of me. I turned around when I didn’t feel B behind me. “Coming B?” I drawled the name out, rolling it around my tongue.

Buffy shock her head and stared down at the floor. I saw her heave a pretty heavy sigh, before looking back up at me. When she did, her lip was sticking out. Great. The infamous pout. “Please try to be civil.”

Civil? What the fuck? I walked back over to her, putting my hands on her elbows. Put the fucking lip in B, it isn’t working. “Civil?”

She was chewing on her lip now, fluttering her eyelashes. Looking up at me with a look that used to turn my knees to jelly. Notice I said used to. “Please?” She breathed out questioningly. She had moved as well. Almost indiscernibly, but still I felt it. She had stepped a little closer to me. I could feel the heat coming off her in waves.

I wanted to say fuck you, blondie. I swear it was on my tongue. But I just stood there, staring into her eyes, holding her arms. She wasn’t trying to escape. “Please?” She tried again, even softer. I could feel the word against my neck, as she had gotten bolder with her movements, scooting into my arms, until her breasts were flush against mine. I couldn’t see her face now. It was in the crook of my neck. She leaned her head back a bit, so I could see her eyes again, and then she smiled. Just a bit, but it was a real smile.

I closed my eyes. I could smell her. Did she have any idea how much I wanted …Fuck. I needed to calm down. “Ok Buffy,” I said. Goddamn, that came out way huskier than I meant for it to.

I felt her breathe escape on my cheek, as my voice raked over her. I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t. “Fuck B,” I breathed, pulling her closer. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Her heartbeat quickening. I said it again, “Fuck B…I’ve…” Her lips were quivering now. Not because she was going to cry, but because she wanted me. I knew her.

Before she could stop me, I brushed my lips against hers. So soft the first time. I concentrated on being soft and kissed her again. Don’t fight me baby. Please don’t fight me. I repeated it over and over in my head. Maybe she could read my mind, cause she didn’t. She didn’t do anything at first, and then I felt her mouth move. Kissing me back. Still so soft. We kept our bodies stock-still. Just our mouths were moving.

“Mmm,” she moaned. So very quiet and yet it was enough. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and pulled her to me. She pushed her hands in my hair and began kissing me back. Harder.

God I had forgotten what she tasted like. I used to kiss her for hours. When she would pull away to catch her breathe, I would kiss her cheeks, her neck, her eyelids. Anything to keep my lips on her. I wanted to devour her.

She was getting bolder now. Her hands sliding down my back. I wasn’t going to think about that chick that answered the door. How all those people were in the next room waiting on us. I wanted to stand there forever, holding her.

She was making little gasping noises in my mouth. God, I missed that. I pulled her to me. Fuck this, I had to have more. I slid one leg between hers. She had on a skirt. I felt her press down against my jeaned knee. Just a bit. “Oh,” she said against my mouth.

I seriously started considering whether or not I could fuck her right there before anyone caught us. In fact, I didn’t give a flying fuck if they did catch us or not. The sounds coming from that sweet, wet mouth, the feel of her pressed up against me, the slight movements she was making against my leg was enough to make me sell my soul. Fuck those asses in the next room. Except…

“Mommy,” We both heard Annie at the same time. Buffy jumped a goddamn mile away from me. She rounded the corner as I was wiping off my mouth on the back of my hand, “Faith!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t think you were really gonna come.” She ran to me and wrapped her arms around my legs.

Buffy stood back and nonchalantly twisted her skirt back in place. She was not looking at me, choosing instead to stare at a spot over my left shoulder.

I bent down and scooped Annie up, “I said I was coming, didn’t I?”

She giggled and nodded, “I told Mommy you would keep your promise to me. She didn’t believe me though.”

I cocked an eyebrow at B. She was still looking away. “I guess everyone is waiting for us.” She said, to no one in particular.

I kissed Annie on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I don’t care who is waiting for us. I came to see you, didn’t I?” I asked, kissing her nose.

Annie kissed me back and then pulled back to look at me, “Wanna see my room, Faith? It’s really cool.” She seemed almost shy when she said the last part.

I sat her down and grabbed her hand, “Course I do, silly. Lead the way.”

She lost her shyness and began to pull me towards the stairs, “Come on then.” I followed her. I could feel Buffy at our back, still staring away from us. Annie stopped and looked around me, “Are you coming Mommy?”

Buffy jumped, Annie’s voice startling her out of her reverie. She looked to her slowly, avoiding my stare completely. “Umm, yeah, sure. I’ll be up in a minute…Just let me…Let me go tell the others…I…yeah, just give me a minute.” She looked at me then, trying to hold my gaze.

“Take your time twinkie,” I said, winking at her, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She lowered her eyes at me, and I could see the flash of anger before she looked away. “I’m going to find Monica. Tell her we’re upstairs.” She looked at me again, “Don’t go anywhere else,” she turned her gaze to Annie, “Ok, Ann?” The question went to Annie, but was directed to me.

“Don’t worry Mom,” I said. “We’re just going to look at her room.” Fuck you, B. I’m not going to steal your kid. Jesus. What did she take me for? Go find your blond bitch and tell her you were humping my leg a second ago.

She narrowed her eyes at me again, “Well I know that you wouldn’t go anywhere, Faith,” she said, and then gestured towards Annie, “but she can talk you into doing things that you would never actually dream of doing.” She looked back to me, “Guess she gets that honest, huh?”

I forced myself to smile back at her. “Well, it’ll get even better. Before long she’ll be just like me and people will be throwing themselves at her feet.” I winked at her, “No talking needed.” I bent down and picked Annie back up, hoisting her on my back, “Wanna a piggy back ride?”

She squealed. What a great noise. “Yeah!”

“Well come on. Your Mommy looks like she needs to collect herself. Apparently something got her all worked up.”

Annie looked over her shoulder at Buffy, who was fuming. “Hey, Mom, put that bottom lip in. No pouting tonight,” She giggled putting her face in my hair.

I would’ve turned around, but I didn’t want to drop the kid. And I could hear B’s indignation, even if I couldn’t see. “Whatever,” Buffy said, huffing her way out of the lobby.

“This is fun, Faith,” Annie said, as I galloped her up the stairs. “You are way cooler than everyone else here.”

I laughed, putting her down when we got to the top of the stairs. I bent down in front of her, and looked her in the eyes. “Want me to stay?” She nodded vehemently. “Good. Cause I could never leave you now.”

She put her arms around my neck and hugged me, “Promise?” She said, staring back at me.

Jesus, those really were B’s eyes. I got lost in them for a moment. She nudged me with her elbow. “I promise, baby doll,” I said, hugging her back.

TBC