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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,539
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
3
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No rest for the wicked.
Hey Guys cheers for the reviews and sorry about the camera confusion, I hope this little chappy clears things up for you Ms Ice, love the fic by the way! *Big hug* And sorry it took so long and it's so short, believe me it would be longer but course work looms and my university interviews are always just soooo long!!!
Faith woke later in the morning to the sound of her cell, “Damnnit where’d I put you!” She half heartedly rooted through some clothes on the floor still lying on the bed. It was only when she pulled the cell from the pants she was wearing that she wondered how she had got home. She soon dismissed the thought as she knew she was safe.
“Who would wanna send me a message at this god awful hour,” She looked at the clock as she grumbled answering the message.
Buffy was sat in the kitchen drinking some coffee; she placed her camera phone on the table and waited. A tired bedraggled brunette came stomping down the stairs,
“No fucking way B, I don’t believe it. Some one else has gotta have done that and you took the picture,” On Faith’s cell was a picture of the pinball machine with the high score next to Buffy’s name.
“Just means we’re all even little Fai, but I haven’t got you back for that stunt in the cemetery just yet.”
Faith rolled her eyes Buffy couldn’t have beaten her score she was the pinball goddess, “Hey!” Faith started at Buffy’s comment, it wasn’t a stunt, a cheap shot maybe but she meant it, Buffy’s head shot up at her shout, “I, I mean,” Faith started playing with a stray strand of hair, “I mean I’m not little, I’m taller than you stumpy!”
Buffy just got up laughing and mildly curious for the cause of the younger slayers outburst. She left Faith sat with crossed arms and pouting for all she was worth at the table. "A stunt! pah, I'll show her a stunt. Better watch your back stumpy."
Later that evening the whole gang decided to kick it at the Bronze for a night of extreme summer partying. Willow and Xander were sharing a particularly close dance, Buffy rolled her eyes and wondered why the hell they weren’t getting it on, and they practically fell over themselves for each other. Faith was leaning on the bar sharing a fairly meaningless conversation with her, she wasn’t listening, she was scheming.
What could she do to get Faith to repeat what happened in the cemetery?
So at first she was kinda scared, but over time Buffy had come to realise that there was more to her relationship with Faith than slaying. They were good friends but a little voice in her mind was nagging her for months but she had no idea why. But she did now, she was crushing, no falling for her and it had scared her. But Faith had shown her what it was like and she wanted more. But how? What did Faith like?
“Hello? Earth to stumpy? Any one home? Quick call a doctor!” Faith was waving her hand in front of her face and she hadn’t even noticed.
“Whoa B you had me worried! I was gonna call a doctor after you didn’t reply when I offered you a drink!”
Buffy shook her head, “Faith I’m fine, jus thinking is all.”
“Uh huh, shouldn’t think B does bad things to you, this however is waaaaay better.” Faith handed her a bubbly drink full of little pretty umbrellas and several other small colourful things. Buffy started to take a sip, “Bottoms up B” Faith raised her whiskey glass as Buffy nearly chocked on her words.
Reflecting on past nights out, the more Faith drank the more she inadvertently did or said. The small sparks of a plan were flickering in Buffy’s mind. She kept Faith busy all night dancing and drinking just waiting for the perfect moment.
The evening passed on without event for the most part, Faith getting in a fight outside the Bronze was old news no matter when it happened, and he always, “Had it comin’ B, trust me,” They always stumbled home together and before they crawled up to bed they always sat and just talked.
The same subject had always jumped into the conversation as much as Buffy had tried to avoid it. Faith always ribbed her about her high school crushes and the like after an equally drunken conversation. Maybe she could flip the tables.
“Aw come on B, tell me about that dude in freshman yr, come on it always makes me laugh!” She was fidgeting in her chair, no matter how much she hated the story it may be the way to chatching her out.
"Fine, fine, one last time then you drop it ok?" She faked the pleading in her eyes and perfected her puppy dog pout.
"No way B, it's just pure gold!!" Faith was already grinning from ear to ear she knew the story like the back of her hand but the way Buffy just tried to justify it everytime had her sides splitting.
"Well how about a trade, I tell you that rediculously grotesque story if you tell me one of yours." Buffy's face was serious but Faith was too drunk to care she just nodded and sat herself comfortably for the classic tale of Buffy's high school.
Faith woke later in the morning to the sound of her cell, “Damnnit where’d I put you!” She half heartedly rooted through some clothes on the floor still lying on the bed. It was only when she pulled the cell from the pants she was wearing that she wondered how she had got home. She soon dismissed the thought as she knew she was safe.
“Who would wanna send me a message at this god awful hour,” She looked at the clock as she grumbled answering the message.
Buffy was sat in the kitchen drinking some coffee; she placed her camera phone on the table and waited. A tired bedraggled brunette came stomping down the stairs,
“No fucking way B, I don’t believe it. Some one else has gotta have done that and you took the picture,” On Faith’s cell was a picture of the pinball machine with the high score next to Buffy’s name.
“Just means we’re all even little Fai, but I haven’t got you back for that stunt in the cemetery just yet.”
Faith rolled her eyes Buffy couldn’t have beaten her score she was the pinball goddess, “Hey!” Faith started at Buffy’s comment, it wasn’t a stunt, a cheap shot maybe but she meant it, Buffy’s head shot up at her shout, “I, I mean,” Faith started playing with a stray strand of hair, “I mean I’m not little, I’m taller than you stumpy!”
Buffy just got up laughing and mildly curious for the cause of the younger slayers outburst. She left Faith sat with crossed arms and pouting for all she was worth at the table. "A stunt! pah, I'll show her a stunt. Better watch your back stumpy."
Later that evening the whole gang decided to kick it at the Bronze for a night of extreme summer partying. Willow and Xander were sharing a particularly close dance, Buffy rolled her eyes and wondered why the hell they weren’t getting it on, and they practically fell over themselves for each other. Faith was leaning on the bar sharing a fairly meaningless conversation with her, she wasn’t listening, she was scheming.
What could she do to get Faith to repeat what happened in the cemetery?
So at first she was kinda scared, but over time Buffy had come to realise that there was more to her relationship with Faith than slaying. They were good friends but a little voice in her mind was nagging her for months but she had no idea why. But she did now, she was crushing, no falling for her and it had scared her. But Faith had shown her what it was like and she wanted more. But how? What did Faith like?
“Hello? Earth to stumpy? Any one home? Quick call a doctor!” Faith was waving her hand in front of her face and she hadn’t even noticed.
“Whoa B you had me worried! I was gonna call a doctor after you didn’t reply when I offered you a drink!”
Buffy shook her head, “Faith I’m fine, jus thinking is all.”
“Uh huh, shouldn’t think B does bad things to you, this however is waaaaay better.” Faith handed her a bubbly drink full of little pretty umbrellas and several other small colourful things. Buffy started to take a sip, “Bottoms up B” Faith raised her whiskey glass as Buffy nearly chocked on her words.
Reflecting on past nights out, the more Faith drank the more she inadvertently did or said. The small sparks of a plan were flickering in Buffy’s mind. She kept Faith busy all night dancing and drinking just waiting for the perfect moment.
The evening passed on without event for the most part, Faith getting in a fight outside the Bronze was old news no matter when it happened, and he always, “Had it comin’ B, trust me,” They always stumbled home together and before they crawled up to bed they always sat and just talked.
The same subject had always jumped into the conversation as much as Buffy had tried to avoid it. Faith always ribbed her about her high school crushes and the like after an equally drunken conversation. Maybe she could flip the tables.
“Aw come on B, tell me about that dude in freshman yr, come on it always makes me laugh!” She was fidgeting in her chair, no matter how much she hated the story it may be the way to chatching her out.
"Fine, fine, one last time then you drop it ok?" She faked the pleading in her eyes and perfected her puppy dog pout.
"No way B, it's just pure gold!!" Faith was already grinning from ear to ear she knew the story like the back of her hand but the way Buffy just tried to justify it everytime had her sides splitting.
"Well how about a trade, I tell you that rediculously grotesque story if you tell me one of yours." Buffy's face was serious but Faith was too drunk to care she just nodded and sat herself comfortably for the classic tale of Buffy's high school.