The Proposal of Buffy Summers

Our favorite bottled blonde is startled awake when she hears the doorbell ring. She looks up, slightly confused, and is surprised to see that it is dark not only in the room but outside as well. ‘I thought Mom said she was going to wake me up for lunch?’ she thinks as she sits up in the bed. She hears the doorbell ring again, and the sounds of footsteps rushing down the hallway towards the stairs. She flops back down onto her pillow and decides to ignore it. That is until she hears:


“No you can’t see Buffy. Who do you think you are just showing up after taking off for three days? Do you have any idea what it’s like to see your child so completely broken? No, of course you don’t. But one day you will, and you’ll look back on this moment and feel like a total scumbag.” Hearing her mother yell at, obviously, Faith makes the blonde smile inside. Not that she wants her mother to yell at her fiancé, but imagining what the brunette’s face might look like right now is tickling her pink.


‘Don’t ever say that again. ‘Tickling her pink’? What is wrong with you?’ she thinks as she throws the covers off of her body and runs for the door. She almost collides with Dawn in the hallway as the two sisters make their way towards the stairs. Buffy is the first one to reach the bottom and she almost starts laughing her ass off when she sees Faith backing very slowly away from the door as if she’s facing a blood thirsty tiger. ‘And she might as well be.’


“Now you get out of here right now. And I don’t want to see you here again unless Buffy invites you over. Do you understand me?” Joyce’s voice is loud and the blonde can see some of the neighbors coming out of their houses to see what’s going on. ‘That’s my mom for ya. She’s like a grizzly bear whose cubs have been threatened or something,’ she thinks as she walks forward and stands next to her mother. The brunette has never looked more relieved in her entire life.


“Mom it’s ok,” she says and holds back a smile. The older woman looks over at her daughter, the fire still in her eyes, as well as the anger. It makes the younger blonde take a step back. “Really, Mom, it’s fine. Faith and I have a lot we need to talk about.” She tries to sound sad, as if she’s seeing Faith for the first time since the fight. If she acts any different she knows her mother will be suspicious. There’s a long somewhat awkward silence, until it’s finally broken by the matriarch of the household.


“Alright sweetheart, if you’re sure. You can sit out on the back patio. And don’t be too long ok? It’s getting late.” Buffy watches as her mother glares at the brunette and Faith takes another step back. ‘She thinks she’s such a badass. I can’t wait to tell Willow that Faith’s afraid of my mom.’ The older of the two Summers walks away and heads into the living room, leaving the two teenagers standing in the doorway. Buffy looks into Faith’s eyes and smiles what she thinks is an apologetic smile, but everyone with working eyes can see it is full of amusement.


“I’m glad me getting yelled at by your mom was so much fun for you,” she says, sounding a little mad, but Buffy knows she’s only joking. “Can we talk?” Buffy nods her head and leads the other girl through the house. As she walks through the kitchen she can’t believe no one woke her up for dinner. ‘They had chicken enchiladas without me? How incredibly fucked up is that? That’s the last time I sleep all day. Ok, Faith is walking behind me, staring at my ass and you’re thinking about food? There’s definitely something wrong with you.’


They walk out onto the back porch and Buffy looks over at the porch swing. The two of them have spent a lot of time on this porch swing together. Not all of it was spent making out, but a better part of it was. She smiles a little when she remembers that one time back in December. It wasn’t cold out at all, this being southern California, but that didn’t stop them from cuddling under a thin blanket. Of course that was just to cover up the serious under the clothes petting that was going on. Especially when Faith decided to be bad, slip her hand passed the waistband of Buffy’s jeans, and give the blonde a little early Christmas present.


“I wasn’t expecting to see you again today,” Buffy says and looks over at the brunette. Faith gets a weird, almost rejected look on her face and Buffy tries not to panic as she backtracks. “Not that I don’t want to see you. It’s just a surprise since I’ve already seen you twice today.” ‘No, that doesn’t sound right either,’ she thinks and sighs a very heavy sigh. “Let me start over. Hey Faith, it’s good to see you.” She walks over to the other girl and gives her a big hug.


“It’s good to see you too,” Faith says and hugs her back. They just stand there, holding each other, and allowing their minds to not think about anything but how good this moment feels. But then reality sets in, and they end the hug. After they pull back, Faith leans in and leaves a little peck on the blonde’s lips. “I know this is gonna sound weird, but after I dropped you off I started thinking.” Buffy can’t resist.


“You’re right, that does sound weird,” she says playfully with a big smile on her face. She gets a ‘would you cut it out?’ look from the brunette and she sighs. “Sorry, I’ll be serious.” She sits down on the swing, and pushes on the deck to make it swing slowly back and forth. She watches Faith for a second and it’s the first time she’s noticed the mailman style book bag that’s next to the brunette. “Ok, I’m all ears.” Faith sits down next to her and opens up the bag.


“I had to write a lot of it down or I would’ve forgotten exactly what I was thinking.” ‘Aw, there’s my girl,’ Buffy thinks with a little smile. ‘She’s smart but her memory has suffered from her years of not caring.’ “I know a lot of this is probably going to change, but I thought this might be kind of nice.” ‘Ok, what the hell is she talking about?’ Buffy watches with curious eyes as Faith pulls a sketch pad out of the bag. She opens it to the first page and Buffy sees a design for a dress.


“I don’t know what you want for yours, but I thought mine could be strapless, form fitting, nothing too poofy or fancy. And I thought this little ‘s’ design would be cool. I’m thinkin they could be like a shiny silver color or something. Have ‘em go across the chest, and around to the back. Then have like a strip of the shiny material a little below the bust, and have a couple more of the ‘s’ below that. Then they can run down my left hip, and leg and then down the left side of the train. And I was thinking maybe more of an ivory color dress instead of white.”


“You designed your own wedding dress?” the blonde asked sounding slightly confused. She thought Faith would be sleeping all day long, not making plans already. It’s making Buffy feel very…inadequate, but at the same time she just wants to take Faith in her arms and kiss her for being so sweet. ‘If she’s planning this far ahead it means she’s taking it very serious. She didn’t propose just because she thought she was going to lose me. She did it because she loves me.’


“Yeah,” Faith says looking at Buffy like she’s the weirdo, like designing a wedding dress is something that the brunette does everyday and is common knowledge. “I was thinking we could have it in the summer, at a park or something. I’d rather have it in a church ‘cause I was raised catholic but I really don’t see that happening. If it’s in the summer then obviously the flowers are going to be daises.” ‘Obviously,’ Buffy thinks with a little eye roll. Luckily Faith isn’t looking.


“Wow, so you’ve really thought a lot about this. All I did today was sleep.” She tries hard not to pout and feel like she isn’t as good as the other girl, but it’s hard in her semi-tired state. Faith gets a soft smile on her face and puts the sketch pad away. She scoots closer to the blonde and wraps her arms around her, and gives the soft cheek a little kiss.


“Don’t feel bad babe,” Faith says in a sweet voice and kisses Buffy’s cheek again. “I just couldn’t get back to sleep, so I laid in my bed and just started thinking. Then I got that picture stuck in my head. We’re going to plan all of it together, ok?” The blonde smiles and relaxes into the embrace. She turns her head to the side, and gives Faith a kiss on the lips. It was meant to be an innocent little peck, but once her soft lips touch Faith’s irresistible there’s no going back.


“I’ve missed you so much,” the brunette moans out between kisses. Buffy knows exactly what she means by that, and she’s thinking the same thing. ‘But we can’t have sex out here, someone could walk out here on us,’ she thinks as Faith slips a hand under her shirt, and runs her thumb over Buffy’s stiff nipple. It makes the blonde moan, and presses herself more firmly against the brunette’s body. “Wanna get out of here?” They rest their foreheads together and pant heavily as they try to catch their breath.


“Yeah,” Buffy says and kisses Faith again. It doesn’t last as long as the others, and when it ends she’s breathing even harder. “But where are we going to go? Unless we rent a motel room or something we don’t have anywhere to go.” Faith smiles and Buffy can’t help but grow very suspicious. ‘She planned this didn’t she? She didn’t come over here just to show me that picture she drew. She wanted to get in my pants all along. Why did she wait so damn long?’ she thinks and leans against the back of the swing. She holds onto Faith’s hand and watches the other girl as the smile gets a little bigger.


“I’ve got a little bit of a surprise, but you have to come with me ok?” Buffy nods her head and Faith smiles a little more. She leans over and gives the blonde a little peck on the lips. “You need to pack some bags. It’s sort of an over the weekend type of surprise.” Buffy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and Faith chuckles a little, and gently smoothes out the wrinkle with her thumb. ‘What does she have up her sleeve? An over the weekend surprise? So she wants to take me somewhere? This should be good.’ “Trust me, ok?”


“Ok. I trust you,” the blonde says with a little smile on her face. They stand up and Faith grabs her bag, and they walk back into the house. Buffy tries hard not to show her irritation when she sees Dawn sitting at the breakfast bar trying to act like she was there the entire time, instead of at the door with her ear pressed to the wood. “I need to tell my mom I’m leaving. Do you want to wait here, or come upstairs with me?” Faith gives her a ‘what are you crazy?’ type of look and Buffy laughs. “I should’ve known. You’re such a little pussy cat.” Faith gets her trademark smirk on her face and wiggles her eyebrows.


“You got that right,” she says and gives the blonde a little smack on the ass. Buffy giggles and swats at Faith’s hand. They stare at each other for a few seconds at as if by some type of magnetic force they lean in closely and start to kiss right there in the middle of the kitchen. It starts out gentle, and somewhat innocent, but then it grows in passion, and soon warm tongues are battling for dominance.


“I’m trying to eat over here!” Dawn squeals and the two move apart. They look over at the younger girl sitting at the breakfast bar looking horrified and Buffy can’t help but smile. “That’s so fucking gross.” The blonde’s hazel eyes get really big when she hears her little sister say that.


“Wow, Dawnie, I’ve never heard you say that word before.” The little brunette rolls her big blue eyes, and goes back to eating her soup. “Sorry, it’s just been a very emotional couple of days. I’m sure you’ll understand when you’re older.” Dawn rolls her eyes again and the two lovers leave the room. Buffy finds her mom sitting on the couch reading one of her romance novels like she’s been doing lately. ‘Not to sound gross but Mom really needs to meet a guy. A nice guy who will treat her right and give her everything she needs. And most of those needs are going to be left unsaid, ok?’ Whatever.


“Hey Mom,” Buffy says softly so she won’t startle the older woman. Joyce looks up from her book, and raises an eyebrow at her daughter’s flushed appearance. She can’t help but smile a knowing smile at the rumpled clothing, her kiss swollen lips, her slightly messy hair, and the dark color of her cheeks. She also can’t help but tease just a little.


“I take it you two kissed and made out. I mean, kissed and made up?” she says and Buffy blushes with embarrassment, although you can’t really tell what with her face already being of a reddish color. Faith laughs and instantly gets a little smack in the arm. She goes quiet for fear of Buffy changing her mind about going away for the weekend.


“Yes we talked things out,” Buffy says and shifts around uncomfortably. The wetness between her legs is something she doesn’t mind getting when she’s alone with Faith, but now that her mother is in the room she feels very awkward and a little dirty. She sighs and tries to ignore it. “We decided that since things have been so crazy lately we’re going to take off for the weekend, to just get away. Faith has her cell phone.” She looks over at the brunette to confirm this, and she gets a little nod in reply. “So I’m gonna pack and we’ll be back sometime on Monday.”


Joyce sighs and closes the book. This is a very strange feeling that she’s having right now. She wants to tell Buffy that she won’t be going anywhere this weekend, especially with Faith, but technically she can’t. Buffy is eighteen now and legally Joyce can’t keep her here. ‘She’s growing up, and all I can do now is hope that she’s learned some of those things I tried to teach her about life. And they’re definitely going to get up to some mischief if they go away.’ She sighs again, and looks into Buffy’s pleading eyes.


“Ok, but I need to know where you’re going.” She sees her daughter about to argue so she interrupts before the situation gets out of hand. “I know it’s your life, and you can go if you want, but humor me, ok? I’ve been your mother for eighteen years and I like to know where you’re going to be, just in case of emergency.” She watches the girls exchange a look and she raises her eyebrows in anticipation.


“Well, Mrs. S it’s kind of a surprise,” Faith says in a sheepish voice. ‘Wow, I guess I really scared her. I think we need to have a little talk.’ “Hey B why don’t you go pack and I’ll tell your mom where we’re going?” Buffy raises her eyebrows at the brunette. ‘She has bravery that’s for sure,’ she thinks. She looks a little unsure, though. After the display her mother showed earlier she doesn’t think it’s a good idea to leave her girlfriend alone with her. “It’s ok, B. I’ll be fine.” Buffy sighs, and gives the brunette a little kiss on the cheek before she runs up the stairs.


“Faith you can have a seat if you like,” Joyce says and motions towards the other end of the couch. Joyce watches as the brunette nervously walks across the room, and sits down on the couch. She isn’t relaxed like she would normally be. ‘And that’s all my fault,’ Joyce thinks and turns a little so she can see the brunette better. “Faith, I’d like to apologize for going off on you earlier.” Surprised brown eyes penetrate her soft hazel ones, and she can’t help but smile.


“I know that things aren’t always easy when you’re in a relationship, and fights are going to happen. Seeing my daughter so upset because you left was hard. She was in pain and there was nothing I could do to fix it. There was no real booboo for me to kiss and make better.” She chuckles when she sees Faith trying not to smile. “It’s ok, dear. I know how silly that sounds. After their father and I got divorced it’s been hard for me to trust other people with them. But I trust you Faith. I think when all is said and done you’ll be there to take care of her when I can’t.” The brunette is very surprised by Joyce’s words and it takes her a minute to figure out what to say.


“I promise I won’t hurt her,” her tone is low and soft. She tenses up for a second when the older woman wraps her up in a big hug. She’s gotten used to receiving hugs from Buffy’s mom, so that’s not the problem. It’s the whole ‘getting a hug from Buffy’s mom while she’s horny’ that’s throwing her through a loop. The hug ends and Faith is more relaxed now that she knows Joyce isn’t going to kill her at any moment. “Anyway, my foster parents rent out this campground up north, and they said it was alright if I use it during the summer. It’s a six hour drive, but it’s worth it.”


“Alright,” Joyce says and looks into Faith’s brown eyes, her own have a little mischief in them. “Try not to have too much fun.” Faith blushes a little and both woman look over towards the stairs when they hear Buffy coming down them. She sounds more like a heard of cattle then an eighteen-year-old girl. When she reaches the bottom she gives the two on the couch a strange look. ‘Why are they sitting so close? Oh my God, where they hugging? Mom is so embarrassing sometimes.’


“I’m all packed up if you’re ready to go,” she says and drops her four heavy bags to the ground. Faith wasn’t specific about what type of attire the blonde should bring so she had to pack a little of everything. “Or do you two need a few more minutes to work out your issues?” Joyce and Faith both laugh a little bit, although Faith’s sounds more nervous then amused.


“I just needed to clear the air,” Joyce says and stands up from the couch and moves closer to her slightly shorter daughter. “She’s all yours again.” She gives Buffy a big hug an a little kiss on the cheek. ‘Just because she’s growing up it doesn’t mean I can’t baby her a little.’ “Be safe, and call me if you need anything, ok?” They exchange their goodbyes, and the two teenagers leave, one of them complaining far more then the other about the heaviness of the bags.


“For Christ’s sakes B, we’re only gonna be gone for two and a half days. You didn’t have to pack your entire life. How did you get these down the stairs?” She sounds a little breathless and it’s not from anything fun either.


“I pushed them.” This is said as if it’s an everyday thing. “I told you not to carry three of them. I could have helped. You don’t have to be all macho all the time.” The eldest of the girls can’t help but smile and let out a little chuckle as she watches the two make their way down the walkway. She’s a little scared to think of what the future might bring her daughter. She has a feeling that more heartache is to come, but for now she’s going to set her worries aside and just let everyone be happy, including herself.