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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,540
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
3
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Disclaimer in chapter one
Its been a long time, forgive me but here it is
Buffy had finished up her story and predictable Faith was rolling on the floor while Buffy just rolled her eyes.
“Oh B! That gets me every time!” she was lying on her back wiping tears of laughter from her face.
Buffy was sat pouting in her in the chair, the story had long lost it’s novelty but every time she felt she had to explain why she did something so incredibly stupid just to cover her own ass.
“Come on then Faithy, your turn to share,” she was still on the floor staring at something inconceivably interesting on the ceiling.
“Dunno B, don’t think I can top that.” The liquor in Buffy’s blood was starting to get to her, she had to do something to keep this going otherwise she would never beat her. Taking matters into her own hands she rose from her chair and sat herself down on the prone Faith.
“B, I’m in no condition to tumble around with ya here,” Buffy swatted her arm and grinned at her, “Don’t like that smile B, what ya planning in that little scheming head of yours?” Buffy gave her best, ‘who me?’ look.
“Not planning wee Faith,” the darker slayer growled inwardly, she was bigger than Buffy and hated being called small by any account. “Just wanna even the tables; I shared with you now I want to know about you, you have to have had some teen crushes surely.” Buffy had pinned the younger slayer to the floor in an effort to stop her squirming off to bed.
Although she was openly enjoying her position Faith was never going to spill about her teen years, there was enough gold there to keep Buffy laughing for months. Yeah growing up is always hard but hell it got her to where she was today.
“If you get up, I, I’ll tell you. Maybe.” Faith avoided eye contact hoping Buffy hadn’t heard the last part.
“Slayer hearing Faith, nice try. You can’t trick me that easily. Come on spill; or I might just resort to some under handed tactics.” A sly smile slowly spread across Buffy’s face as Faith tried to look anywhere but at the blonde straddling her.
“Buffy you don’t have the capacity for underhand schemes. You don’t have even one evil neuron in that pretty little head of yours. I’m not fooled by your empty threats sweetie.” Faith poked her in the stomach to reiterate her point. She grinned at the older girl comfortable that she had won the battle of wits.
“So you think I’m pretty?” Faith choked on her words not expecting the retort.
“Well I, ah that is to say; well yeah B. Damn look at you, any guy in my position woulda flipped you over and done the nasty by now. I just have good personal control.” Satisfied with the direction of the conversation and the flush of embarrassment on Faith’s face Buffy continued.
“No wonder you lost at football so easy, here’s me thinking that it was Xander holding you back!” The penny had dropped in Faith’s inebriated mind; Buffy had caught her in a mind game that she couldn’t win.
“Tell you what Faithy- you share one of your stories and I’ll let you out of this little hole you appear to have dug for yourself.” Faith weighed out the options and gave in.
“Alright, OK, fine. I suppose this is going to count against me huh?”
“Nah, I think we can still call it even.” Buffy rose up off the taller slayer and took her seat as Faith popped open another beer.
“Don’t be mean ok, I was only 17 when this happened alright?” she slouched back in her chair and swigged on the bottle.
“Cross my heart and hope to giggle- at least a little.” Faith scowled at her before continuing.
“Like I said I was just 17 and I had just got a job waiting tables in this small bar. There were loads of people all the time, staff, customers and the occasional troublemaker. But there was this one person who always caught my attention; she was one of the bosses there. She started about the time I did and we were both kinda lost a lot of the time so we helped each other out. So you know we naturally spent a lot of time together, all at work of course. And y’know after time things started to develop.”
As Faith was getting closer to the point of her story she started to figit in embarrassment.
“Things? Come on Faith don’t shroud it in non specifics. By things you mean…” Buffy was egging her on; somewhere in this small tale was the key she needed to bring this foolish game to a suitable end.
“Yeah ok chill B. I’m getting to it. It’s just difficult alright. You don’t understand and probably won’t.” Faith let go of a long sigh as Buffy waved her on to continue.
“Like I said things started to develop. I started noticing things about her- the way she walked, how her perfume smelt or that 1000 watt smile if I bought her a drink.”
“Hold up- Faith are you trying to tell me you fell for your boss?”
“Well if you put it that way B, yeah I suppose I did. But man was that ever tough to live down.” Faith swigged on her bottle emptying half of it in the process.
“I must say I’m disappointed in you Faith- I thought this story was gonna be interesting and maybe just a little funny. But then I guess that’s just the luck of the cards.”
“Well I’m sorry I can’t pick em’ like you can B. Well I’m going out for a smoke and another beer.”
Faith almost launched herself out of the chair, as soon as she was out of sight Buffy leaped for the phone.
A yawn came from the other end of the phone, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Will, it’s me Buffy.”
“What’s up Buff? Everything ok? You don’t call this late in case somethings wrong, what’s wrong?”
“Calm down Will, I just need to ask you a question, is there a spell to get into someone’s subconscience? You know to find out those little details like, murderous intent or their favourite song. Stuff like that.”
“Well yeah I’m sure there is something, is it an emergency?”
Buffy was playing with the cord on her phone guiltily, “Well it is pretty important, but not dire or anything.”
Willow sighed and recited the spell to a rather grateful Buffy.
“Thanks so much Will, g’night!”
Willow placed the phone down groaning before rolling over back to sleep.
*Oh you in trouble now Faith, you just wait.*
The kitchen door slamming brought Buffy out of her conniving scheme,
“Who was on the phone?”
Buffy blushed a little, “Oh, er, just a wrong number, nothing really.”
Faith raised her eyebrow, Buffy was up to something but what?
Its been a long time, forgive me but here it is
Buffy had finished up her story and predictable Faith was rolling on the floor while Buffy just rolled her eyes.
“Oh B! That gets me every time!” she was lying on her back wiping tears of laughter from her face.
Buffy was sat pouting in her in the chair, the story had long lost it’s novelty but every time she felt she had to explain why she did something so incredibly stupid just to cover her own ass.
“Come on then Faithy, your turn to share,” she was still on the floor staring at something inconceivably interesting on the ceiling.
“Dunno B, don’t think I can top that.” The liquor in Buffy’s blood was starting to get to her, she had to do something to keep this going otherwise she would never beat her. Taking matters into her own hands she rose from her chair and sat herself down on the prone Faith.
“B, I’m in no condition to tumble around with ya here,” Buffy swatted her arm and grinned at her, “Don’t like that smile B, what ya planning in that little scheming head of yours?” Buffy gave her best, ‘who me?’ look.
“Not planning wee Faith,” the darker slayer growled inwardly, she was bigger than Buffy and hated being called small by any account. “Just wanna even the tables; I shared with you now I want to know about you, you have to have had some teen crushes surely.” Buffy had pinned the younger slayer to the floor in an effort to stop her squirming off to bed.
Although she was openly enjoying her position Faith was never going to spill about her teen years, there was enough gold there to keep Buffy laughing for months. Yeah growing up is always hard but hell it got her to where she was today.
“If you get up, I, I’ll tell you. Maybe.” Faith avoided eye contact hoping Buffy hadn’t heard the last part.
“Slayer hearing Faith, nice try. You can’t trick me that easily. Come on spill; or I might just resort to some under handed tactics.” A sly smile slowly spread across Buffy’s face as Faith tried to look anywhere but at the blonde straddling her.
“Buffy you don’t have the capacity for underhand schemes. You don’t have even one evil neuron in that pretty little head of yours. I’m not fooled by your empty threats sweetie.” Faith poked her in the stomach to reiterate her point. She grinned at the older girl comfortable that she had won the battle of wits.
“So you think I’m pretty?” Faith choked on her words not expecting the retort.
“Well I, ah that is to say; well yeah B. Damn look at you, any guy in my position woulda flipped you over and done the nasty by now. I just have good personal control.” Satisfied with the direction of the conversation and the flush of embarrassment on Faith’s face Buffy continued.
“No wonder you lost at football so easy, here’s me thinking that it was Xander holding you back!” The penny had dropped in Faith’s inebriated mind; Buffy had caught her in a mind game that she couldn’t win.
“Tell you what Faithy- you share one of your stories and I’ll let you out of this little hole you appear to have dug for yourself.” Faith weighed out the options and gave in.
“Alright, OK, fine. I suppose this is going to count against me huh?”
“Nah, I think we can still call it even.” Buffy rose up off the taller slayer and took her seat as Faith popped open another beer.
“Don’t be mean ok, I was only 17 when this happened alright?” she slouched back in her chair and swigged on the bottle.
“Cross my heart and hope to giggle- at least a little.” Faith scowled at her before continuing.
“Like I said I was just 17 and I had just got a job waiting tables in this small bar. There were loads of people all the time, staff, customers and the occasional troublemaker. But there was this one person who always caught my attention; she was one of the bosses there. She started about the time I did and we were both kinda lost a lot of the time so we helped each other out. So you know we naturally spent a lot of time together, all at work of course. And y’know after time things started to develop.”
As Faith was getting closer to the point of her story she started to figit in embarrassment.
“Things? Come on Faith don’t shroud it in non specifics. By things you mean…” Buffy was egging her on; somewhere in this small tale was the key she needed to bring this foolish game to a suitable end.
“Yeah ok chill B. I’m getting to it. It’s just difficult alright. You don’t understand and probably won’t.” Faith let go of a long sigh as Buffy waved her on to continue.
“Like I said things started to develop. I started noticing things about her- the way she walked, how her perfume smelt or that 1000 watt smile if I bought her a drink.”
“Hold up- Faith are you trying to tell me you fell for your boss?”
“Well if you put it that way B, yeah I suppose I did. But man was that ever tough to live down.” Faith swigged on her bottle emptying half of it in the process.
“I must say I’m disappointed in you Faith- I thought this story was gonna be interesting and maybe just a little funny. But then I guess that’s just the luck of the cards.”
“Well I’m sorry I can’t pick em’ like you can B. Well I’m going out for a smoke and another beer.”
Faith almost launched herself out of the chair, as soon as she was out of sight Buffy leaped for the phone.
A yawn came from the other end of the phone, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Will, it’s me Buffy.”
“What’s up Buff? Everything ok? You don’t call this late in case somethings wrong, what’s wrong?”
“Calm down Will, I just need to ask you a question, is there a spell to get into someone’s subconscience? You know to find out those little details like, murderous intent or their favourite song. Stuff like that.”
“Well yeah I’m sure there is something, is it an emergency?”
Buffy was playing with the cord on her phone guiltily, “Well it is pretty important, but not dire or anything.”
Willow sighed and recited the spell to a rather grateful Buffy.
“Thanks so much Will, g’night!”
Willow placed the phone down groaning before rolling over back to sleep.
*Oh you in trouble now Faith, you just wait.*
The kitchen door slamming brought Buffy out of her conniving scheme,
“Who was on the phone?”
Buffy blushed a little, “Oh, er, just a wrong number, nothing really.”
Faith raised her eyebrow, Buffy was up to something but what?