Like Other Girls...

Don't ever say that I don't love ya Lele Angel. I dug up the disk I had the lost chapters to this story on. They'll be going up over the rest of this night.
Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, it’s world, or any such thing within. I just twist it around for my own amusement, and hopefully the amusement of others. I gain no monetary or other valued compensation for it, at least aside from the occasional ego stroke from a fan. Please don’t sue.
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“I can’t believe I’m fuckin doing this.” Faith grumbled one week after their meeting in the park. Halloween was that Tuesday, which meant that Buffy was trying to get everyone ready in their costumes. There was a small creaking noise as the front door to the Summers’ residence opened. Tara stood there smiling. “Hey Blondie. They here?”

“Of course. I doubt you didn’t know you’re late.” Tara said with a shy smile, ducking her head a bit and moving aside. Faith grinned widely. “Planned it that way did you?”

“Is that Faith?!” Buffy shouted down the stairs, still out of view. A tall, blonde woman walked out of a room, holding a cup of what looked like tea, and smiled.

“You must be Faith.” The woman said with that same smile, offering a hand. “I’m Joyce Summers, Buffy and Tara’s mom. Er… sorry about Buffy. Her manners are sometimes lacking…”

“They are?” Faith looked confused, then smiled, shrugged, and walked toward the stairs again. “Thanks Mrs. S. Come on Blondie.”

Buffy looked up from where she was standing with Willow. The redhead looked positively frightened. “What took you so long?”

“I was busy. I’m here now. What the fuck you want? I don’t even wanna be here.” Faith grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. Then she saw the outfit Buffy had planned for Willow. “Shit, B, where the fuck did ya find that thing?”

“You sound pleased.” Buffy said smugly as she pulled Willow’s hair up into a high, tight ponytail. “Stop squirming. I’m going out to buy the makeup tomorrow, so I’ll need to see your face when you try it on.”

“But Buffy… that… that thing… and me… that’s really not me… that’s as far away from me as you get. That’s a little too come as you aren’t… and it’s all… with the leather… and the frills… and Hello, please notice me… and they’ll all laugh… and…” Willow was stammering desperately. “Can’t I go as something else?”

“Oh, Faith, my old cheerleading outfit from Hemery is hanging in the closet. You can try it on in the bathroom.” Buffy said, ignoring most of Willow’s protesting. “And don’t worry about anyone making fun of you. You’ll look great.”

“Hey… wait a minute… where’s Jesse?” Faith asked, frowning and putting off the humiliating scene of her in a cheerleader’s outfit. She never thought this day would come.

“Spike took him out.” Tara volunteered. Faith laughed. “What?”

“This should be funny.” Faith chuckled, then stopped abruptly when Buffy fetched the outfit for her. “No way.”

“Afraid Faith?” Buffy asked with a smile, wiggling the clothing in challenge. The bad girl’s eyes narrowed.

“Fine… but I get to choose your costume.” Faith said with an evil grin. Buffy paused, looking panicked for a moment, then her eyes narrowed at the challenge in Faith’s voice. It looked like a stand off. “It’s only fair, B. You’re fuckin choosing our costumes. I’ll wear that damned thing, if I can choose your costume.”

“It’s a fair deal Buffy.” Tara said, giggling behind her hand. Buffy glared, then frowned, wrinkling her nose cutely in a defeated pout.

“Fine.” Buffy sighed and handed her the cheerleading outfit. “So what am I going to be.”

“Don’t worry B, you’ll still be a cute little angel like always.” Faith said in just as evil a tone as before, taking the outfit and turning to the bathroom to try it on. When she came back out, Buffy was adjusting the costume Willow was trying. She whistled in appreciation. The tight leather bodice hugged Willow’s body enough to where the girl looked to be taking shallow breaths, though it boosted her cleavage enough to where the visible portions were very noticeable. Blood-red lace hung in belled sleeves around her arms, dangling to her knees. The bodice itself came to a sharp point in front and back, amplifying her hips in the leather skirt that barely reached the same point as her sleeves at all. No doubt walking would ride it up some. She was in high leather boots as well, reaching halfway up her shins, adding yet more black to the ensemble. The only color in it were the sleeves and the red velvet collar she wore. “Shit Red, goin dom?”

Willow blushed and hid her face. “Don’t worry W- Willow. I th- think you l-look beauti- tiful….”

Buffy stared at Tara in shock. Before her sister had gotten together with Spike, she’d had a nervous stutter, but it had gone away within their year together. What exactly had brought it back now? “Thanks…” Willow blushed even more, looking down at her boots. Then she looked up in the mirror to give a small look of appreciation for Tara’s support, and caught sight of Faith. “Ooo-ey! Faith, you look all preppy.”

“You look all Dominatrix-y.” Faith returned, leering at her friend. “Wanna go at it Red? Ya look hot.”

“Faith!” Willow exclaimed, blushing even brighter.

“Hm… you’ll be the vampire…” Buffy said, looking Willow over carefully, then at Faith. “You’ll be the cheerleader… Jesse’s the biker-boy… Tara, what are you going as?”

“Um… a witch…” Tara blushed and shrugged. “And… er… Spike’s gonna be my c- cat f- familiar.”

“Okay… we got a vampire, a witch, her cat…” Buffy laughed at the thought of Spike dressed as a cat. “a biker-boy… a cheerleader… and…”

“And a surprise.” Faith said with a knowing grin. “Tara, ya mind if I borrow ya tomorrow mornin?”

“O… okay.” Tara looked surprised, then realized that their new friend needed her to tell her what size Buffy wore. “Oh! Okay. Sure.”

“Faith, I won’t need any new make up for you… I’ll just use my stuff. The top is a little tight on you though…” Buffy looked a little disappointed in that, seeing it strain across the chest area a bit. “Will you be comfortable?”

“I’ll be fine B. Five by five.” Faith grinned. “Okay Red, Blondie… I’m gonna jet. I have people ta do, things ta see. Want me ta leave this thing here B?”

“Please.” Buffy grinned patiently as Willow blushed at the twist on that old saying. “Okay Wills. You can take it off for now. I know what I need to buy.”


Tara looked around a little nervously as Spike dropped her off where Faith had said to meet. She didn’t quite understand why they had to go out of town to pick up supplies, nor why they would be in this particular part of whatever other town they’d ended up in. “Blondie! Hey, good, ya made it.” Faith jogged up, grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her along. “I just needa know what’ll fit her.”

“Wh… where are we going?” Tara asked as she was dragged into a strange store. Her face flushed almost instantly as she was dragged back to the costume section. “Faith!”

“What?” Faith tried to look innocent as she pulled the blonde to the back wall and rifled through various costumes. “Come on… like you’ve never been in one of these before. Peroxide never dragged ya to one?”

“No! Of course not!” She shrieked, then ducked her head as she realized she was drawing attention to them. “What are we doing in here?”

“Buffy’s making me go in that cheer-girl outfit. I promised her angel, she’s gonna get an angel.” Faith snickered and pulled one of the costumes out. Feathered, white wings with fluffy down on the insides, a long lacy sarong over a tight white miniskirt, a downy white halo, and a long-sleeved lace top that tied between the breasts. It didn’t look as if there was anything else to cover the top of whoever wore it. “Hm… well, we’ll get her some pasties too. This the right size?”

“P- pasties?” Tara paled, then looked at the outfit. “She… she’ll never agree t- to that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Faith grinned. “Is this the fuckin right size?” Tara nodded, blushing fervently. “Do ya think she’ll have shoes to match it?”

“Um… I… I don’t think so.” Tara blushed some more, staring at the see-through top. Faith was looking at feathery, white, stiletto sandals. “Five and a half.”

“Thanks.” Faith grinned and grabbed the appropriate pair, heading over to another section of the shop. After glancing around at the selection of various ‘pasties,’ she reached for a small white pair, but Tara batted her hand away and picked a different package. “What’s that? ‘Self adhesive push-up bra’? This?”

“It covers more than those tiny things…” Tara whispered shyly, gesturing to the pasties that Faith had picked. “B- but I’m n- not taking s- sides.”

“Course not, Blondie. After all, why would you want to see your sister in this?” Faith grinned and took the things up to the front counter. “Hey Lila.”

“Hey Faith. Ooh… this what you’re going to be wearing? Never figured you much for the angel act, but it will look good.” The girl behind the counter, her spikey hair done up in varying colors of brown and gold. She gave Faith a broad smile as she rung everything up and swiped her own discount card.

“Nah, Lila, this is to get even with a prissy blonde friend.” Faith gave an even broader smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Lila looked at the timid blonde next to Faith. “Nah, not her. Fuck, she’d never wear something like this. Too shy. It’s for her sister.”

“Well… she’s cute enough.” Lila only shrugged and put the money she was given in the register. “Be sure to come visit soon darlin.”

“Fuck yeah.” Faith winked again and grabbed the bag before dragging Tara out.

“F- Faith? Why… why do you want to see my sister in that?” Tara asked in what seemed like an innocent tone.

Faith stopped for a second in their fast walk toward the bus stop, then continued. She knew she shouldn’t have slipped that comment in there. “Eh, it’s to get back at the blonde bitch. She’s got me in a cheerleading costume.”

“You c- could quite as easily h- had her dress as a- an ugly old hag.” Tara complained. Faith seemed to think about it, look down at the already bought costume, and shrug. “Yeah… o- oh well I g- guess.”

“What’s with the stutter Blondie? Ya seemed fine the other day.”

Faith pushed Tara onto the buss and they found an unoccupied, mostly in-tact seat. “Oh… I… well… um… I’m really shy… a- and… unless I- I’m with p- people I’ve known f- for a while then… then I kind of…” She blushed and looked down. “It- it goes away around B- Buffy and Spike.”

“Then I guess you had to be real embarrassed when Red was in that number last night, ta stutter around B.” Faith said with a smirk. Tara blushed again and shrugged, nodding.


Two days later, as they all met at the Summers’ home, people exchanged clothing for costumes. Tara and Willow were sent off to her room with the leather ensemble that Buffy had planned for the redhead, Spike threw an old pair of leather pants he’d dug up at Jesse, his own things in a small bag, and Faith presented Buffy with a white box while she found the cheerleader outfit again. The feathery shoes and wings were sat atop the box, not able to fit, and the blonde seemed to approve with what she saw at the moment. “Gee Faith, I thought you were going to try and get back at me or something.” She laughed, and moved toward the bathroom as the boys went downstairs to change in the lower bathroom and basement. Faith only gave her best shit-eating grin as she closed the door behind the girl.

“Hm… I wonder how long it’ll take her to start yelling?” Faith smiled to herself as she quickly changed, emptying the pockets of her tight pants with the makeup she’d brought to layer on the petit girl.

“Faith!” Every person in the house other than Faith and Tara jolted slightly and looked up at the yell. The boys both ran up to find Buffy standing there with a towel wrapped around her, glaring at Faith, who stood in the cheerleading outfit at the doorway of Buffy’s bedroom. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Ya sounded like ya liked it before.” Faith looked smug. “Change your mind B?”

“You can see right through it!” Buffy complained loudly. She was so happy that her mother was out volunteering. This was embarrassing enough. Or then again it would be easier to get out of the deal if her mom took one look at the outfit.

“We made a deal B. You wear that, or I go home and don’t wear this.” She gestured to the outfit she was currently in. “And Red can join me if she wants. It’s fuckin fair B. You picked our costumes.”

“I… I…. um… I picked things to help cover… and they’re bigger than she wanted… and with a bra they’ll look like it isnt’… and…” Tara stammered, already in her witch’s robes and pointed hat. Buffy glared, but then saw Spike and Jesse leering at her, and stormed into her bedroom.

Stalking back out, Buffy shook a lacy white bundle of cloth, rather small actually, at Tara. “You know this is the only white one I have.” And then she stormed back into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Blondie, this whole fucked up thing about cheerleading outfits was worth seeing that little tirade.” Faith said chuckling. “She always get that red and huffy when she’s fuckin angry?”

Spike and she both nodded with shrugs, and everyone went back to their own collective costume trying on. Apparently Jesse was having trouble getting his hair all gelled and styled appropriately badass, and Spike was being uncommonly helpful in doing it for him downstairs. Buffy just suspected that he didn’t want to be seen in his costume. Faith had been told to go into the bathroom and put her hair up, only having seen Buffy with the wings blocking her view, so when she walked into Buffy’s room to see how she was doing with Willow’s vampire make-up, she stopped in her tracks, staring at the blonde. The white things that Tara had nabbed for her, underneath her white lace bra, did make it look a little less like she was asking to be raped, but not by much. Only enough to where Faith admitted she would now be allowed on school grounds. When Buffy stood from her concentration on Willow and looked her way, Faith smiled the same smile she’d given Buffy before. “Damn it B, you’re fuckin hot! Shit, that offer still stand?!”

“Faith!” Willow shrieked, turning a bright red under the pale makeup. Buffy seemed to shift a bit under the comment as well, deciding not to complain and take it as a compliment.

“Well, your makeup’s next. And Tara can do Willow’s hair while I do that and yours.” Buffy said, trying to take the attention away from the very revealing outfit she was wearing. Faith looked a little apprehensive herself. She might have been able to do the make-up her way and salvage some of her reputation, but if Buffy was doing her paint and hair? “Wills, hold still, you can’t move at all while this putty sets. I got you the good teeth, so just stop fidgeting.”

Tara giggled where she was sitting on the bed, then looked over at Faith and giggled more. Faith only grumbled and sat next to her, waiting until Buffy was finished. “So… um… yeah, hair.” Tara said, standing and walking over to the chair that Willow still sat in. They’d dragged it upstairs from the dining room.

Buffy turned to start on Faith, noticing that she was playing with Mr. Gordo. “What’s this B? Your boyfriend?”

“Leave Mr. Gordo alone.” She snatched the stuffed ferret out of the girl’s hands and gently placed him on her pillow. Faith suppressed her laughter. “Now, sit still.”

Faith moved her mouth and face as she was told, patiently, occasionally surprising herself when she didn’t tare her eyes away if she caught a glimpse down Buffy’s shirt. “So… I assume you’ll sit as still when I’m doing your paints, B. Cause I’m not fuckin finished with you.”

“I feel honored.” Buffy grumbled, pulling Faith’s hair back into a ponytail, then taking the curling iron from Tara to do some babydoll curls leading down from the scrunchie she’d used. “Oh you look adorable!”

“You know Buffy… you probably shouldn’t say that until after she’s finished your makeup and hair.” Tara warned, sitting back with Willow as Faith moved to her jacket so she could find the items she’d brought just for this. Buffy looked at Faith grinning evilly at her and walking forward with a handful of stuff, and realized her sister was probably right.

As she finished the basics of the makeup, Faith grinned evilly again. The lipstick, shimmering gloss shining over it, was so deep a red as to resemble fresh spilled blood. She’d made sure to pick that stick specifically. Reddish gold had been brushed over her eyelids and cheekbones, and white shimmer just under her eyebrows. She did pretty much look like a stripper, and if not a definite slut. “Here.” Buffy looked at the tube of silvery body glitter and raised a brow at Faith silently. “Would ya rather me put it on for ya B? Everywhere not covered by clothing.”

Buffy blushed brightly and unscrewed the cap, glaring at Faith as she applied a coating of glitter to her skin. “I’ll make sure to be more careful with my planning next time…” She grumbled, and wrinkled her nose cutely as she finished and handed the tube back

“What? I think ya look fukin hot B.” Faith laughed, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “You an’ Red are quite the set.”

“Let’s just go.” Buffy grumbled, grabbing the shoes and slipping them on. She was sure that on their walk to the Bronze she would freeze to death. “Tara, I am -so- getting even with you for helping her with this.”

“Well look at me! I’m all leather and pushing up and squeezing and black and lacey stuff with fangs and boots!” Willow babbled out in a semi-complaint. They all looked at her and Faith licked her lips suggestively. “Stop -doing- that…”

“Stop doin what?” Spike asked, walking in. Leather pants, as usual, black button up shirt… the only things on him remotely costume-like were a tail and a set of headband-cat-ears, all of it black. Some costume. Buffy looked him over in an obvious motion and raised her brow. He leered at her for a moment before pulling back his collar to reveal a collar with a loop for a leash, and a little silver bell. Jesse stood just behind him in similar clothes, though the shirt was much tighter and its sleeves ripped off, and no cat adornments.

“Nothing.” Willow squeaked, biting her lip and blushing as she hugged herself and turned away.

“You look great Willow!” Jesse declared, grinning foolishly at all four girls. “All of you do…”

“Stop droolin boyo and come on.” Faith said, striding forward and grabbing his turned up collar to drag him away. They all followed suit, Tara complaining once quietly at Spike for his lack of costume-like clothing. He only smiled and provided a leash for her to hold, attached to his collar. The walk to the Bronze wasn’t too long, though they were almost trampled by over-eager trick-or-treaters twice. When Spike checked his shirt at the door, walking in bare-backed and led on a leash, it only served to help draw more attention to their entrance.

“Oh look… isn’t this interesting. Let me guess your costumes.” Cordelia said with a cruel smile, walking up with her little crew of lackeys. “Buffy, you must be a whore or stripper…. Willow, you’re looking paler than usual. Hm… I’m guessing Dominatrix Vampire? Oh and Jesse, you must be Buffy’s pimp.”

“How’d ya guess?” Faith asked in a sarcastic manner, making a face.

Cordelia looked her over, as well as Spike and Tara, and just raised a haughty brow. “You three are just too easy…”

“Oh dear, let me see that…” Buffy said with a concerned face, looking closely at Cordelia. The annoying brat paused, then looked at herself in concern as well, as did the others in her group. “Oh my god… What is that… I can’t believe it… is that… a spandex cat suit from last year’s line?!” Cordelia jolted slightly and glared at Buffy. “Really Cordy, you should know that this year’s line from that name has the tiger stripes blending properly into the base color.”

Cordelia blushed slightly, then stormed away. “I’ll never get tired of that.” Jesse said with a grin. He’d been staring unabashedly at the formfitting outfit, but the humiliation of Cordelia Chase was never anything he’d not welcome. “How did you know about the costume?”

Buffy laughed a little as they found a table and some seats, careful of the wings that she had on her back. They were all looking at her curiously for the answer, even Tara who’d known her all of her life. “Oh.. I didn’t. I don’t even know what designer name that is. But she obviously didn’t know if there was a difference either.”

“Oh god!” Tara said, groaning and hiding her face in her hands. The others just laughed their own bit of amusement at the joke.

~

“You know… dancing with a friend isn’t a crime.” Buffy said as she and Tara watched Willow, Faith, and Jesse all dance on a spot on the floor closest to their table. Tara looked at her carefully, barely remembering that Spike’s absence was due to getting them more drinks. “Willow I mean. You seem to like her. Going out there and dancing with them isn’t a terrible offense.”

“I… I just th- think she’s s- sweet, Buffy. Y- you know I’m st- straight.” Tara said, blushing brightly and staring down at her lap.

“You’re as straight as I am Tara… but I meant as a friend.” Buffy said, smirking. Tara looked at her, then at her lap again. Personally, she was still unsure of what exactly her sister was, as unsure as she was about herself. “Go have some fun.”

“And what a- about you? N- no dancing?” Tara retorted as she saw Spike coming back with a tray.

“This thing that you two got for me… and dancing? This little miniskirt thing will ride up to around my waist if I try to dance in it!” Buffy complained with a pout.

TBC