The Proposal of Buffy Summers

The ride up the coast wasn’t as bad as Buffy thought it was going to be. She thought she would be bored, but just sitting quietly with Faith was exactly what she needed to calm her down, and make the stressed out feeling go away. They stopped for breakfast at a Denny’s and shared a Grand Slam breakfast and a cup of coffee. This way they wouldn’t have to dip into the gas money too much before they get to the campground. They’re almost there now, and Buffy can’t wait to see what it looks like. She’s never been camping before, and she has an image in her head of what it’s going to be like, and it’s building up the excitement.


“Alright, B, here we are,” Faith says and parks the truck in the large parking lot. Buffy doesn’t have time to form an opinion, let alone voice one, before Faith is out of the truck and walking around to the other side. ‘We drove six hours for this?’ Buffy thinks as Faith opens her door for her. She smiles and takes the offered hand and hops out of the truck. “So, what do you think?” Faith can tell by the look on Buffy’s face that she isn’t too impressed with the place.

“It’s nice,” she says and Faith raises an eyebrow. Buffy sighs and takes another look around. There are families scattered all over the place, most of them have dogs, and it just seems…a little claustrophobic. “It is, it’s just…I thought we’d be a little more, um, alone then this. There are a lot of people here, and there’s not that much space between the camping spots.” Faith chuckles a little bit and they walk around to the back of the truck.


“It’s crowded down here, but the closer we get to the beach the bigger the spots are. Trust me. I’ve been here a bunch of times. The only time we’re ever going to see anyone is during the day when we leave the tent,” she says, and wiggles her eyebrows playfully. Buffy gets a big smile on her face, and she wraps her arms around Faith’s waist. Even though they are in public, in a town she’s never been to before and therefore she doesn’t know how the people around them might react, she leans in and gives Faith a little peck on the lips. ‘Mmm, she still tastes like syrup from the pancakes.’


“Why Ms. Lehane, I do declare,” she says in her best southern accent. “You wouldn’t be plannin on takin me before our weddin night, would you?” She bats her eyelashes a few times and gets a big pout on her face. She watches as Faith smiles, and reaches back and pus the tailgate down. In the blink of an eye she grabs Buffy around the waist and lifts her up onto the tailgate. She spreads Buffy’s thighs with her hands, and stands in between them. She wraps her arms around the blonde’s lower back, and leans in really close so their lips are only an inch apart.


“It’s a little late to save yourself for your wedding night, don’t you think?” she asks and lifts a playful eyebrow. Moisture pools between the blonde’s legs at just the feel of Faith pressed up against her. ‘It’s been way too long. I can almost guarantee that we will be having sex tonight,’ she thinks and tries to close the very small distance between them, but Faith pulls back just out of reach. “Ah, ah, ah, B, there are a lot of little kids runnin around here. I don’t think their parents would want them exposed to such sexy stuff.”


“Babe, that is so unfair. I don’t like it when you tease me,” the blonde whispers and tries to kiss the brunette again, but again Faith moves just out of reach. “Fine, we won’t do anything right now because of the kids. You know I’m starting to get a little bit of a headache. I don’t think I’m going to want to do anything more then cuddle tonight.” She looks deeply into Faith’s brown eyes, her own hazel ones are twinkling with mischief. Faith’s eyes go big, and Buffy starts laughing. The brunette tries to kiss the blonde, but Buffy just lies down against the bags in the bed of the truck.


“Now you’re right where I want you,” Faith says, and starts tickling Buffy’s stomach mercilessly. The blonde starts laughing, and squealing, and struggling, but Faith has the advantage since she isn’t the one lying down. “Say it B.” Buffy knows exactly what Faith is talking about. They’ve done this many times in the passed. I for one think it’s immature and dumb, but hey, I’m just a narrator, what can I do? ‘Not use so many run on sentences. That would be a start,’ Faith thinks and moves up to the blonde’s ribs.


“Never!” Buffy yells, and draws even more attention to the two girls. “I’ll never say it!” She tries to get away from Faith’s strong, yet oh so soft hands, but she can’t. Part of her doesn’t really want to. It feels so good having Faith’s attention on her in this way. Sometimes she thinks that the brunette is too much about the having of sex. As in she wants it all the time, even when they aren’t the only ones in the room. But when she’s being playful like this it makes Buffy feel special. ‘I’m not trying to sound mean, but Faith has slept with a lot of girls. But how many of those girls has she tickled?’


“Say it or I’ll tickle you ‘til you piss your pants,” Faith says a little louder then she meant to. It doesn’t matter to her though. Neither one of them are paying attention to their surroundings. Right now it’s just the two of them, and the rest of the world has faded away. They don’t see the grown men and women watching them with curiosity, the teenage boys watching them with lust, or the children watching them with amusement. No, none of that exists right now.


“Ok, ok I give! You win!” Buffy squeals, and gives a little yelp when she feels Faith lay on top of her to gain more control. She knows that isn’t going to be enough. Faith will do this until she wets herself if she doesn’t say it. She’s done it before, and even if that ended badly for both of them, she’ll do it again. “You’re prettier then me! You’re prettier then me! There I said it, now stop!” Faith instantly stops tickling the blonde girl below her, although she’s kind of sad about it. All of that wiggling around Buffy did was starting to turn her on.


“I can’t believe you did that,” Buffy says and looks up into Faith’s eyes. She’s very well aware of how close they are, and she’s also aware of how close she is to leaning up and kissing Faith. ‘But she’s right. We can’t kiss in front of all these people. They probably think we’re freaks already.’ “I can’t believe you made me say that.” This is said with a playful pout. She watches as Faith’s expression changes from a playful, lighthearted one, to a more serious one.


“I may be pretty, but you are absolutely beautiful,” she says, her voice low and husky. ‘Fuck the people.’ Buffy closes the very small distance between them and presses her lips softly against Faith’s. The kiss doesn’t deepen. It doesn’t grow in passion, and their tongues don’t come out to play. It does, however, remain sweet and soft, and innocent in a way. Faith is the one to finally pull away, and both of them are left panting from the lack of oxygen.


“Who is this really sweet girl I’m kissing?” Buffy asks, her voice low, but her tone very playful. “Who are you, and what have you done with the real Faith?” Faith just smiles and kisses her again. This one is more passionate then the last. It’s heated and raw and conveys the message very clearly. They want each other, and they want each other bad. Without even realizing it their hips start to move, grinding their pelvic bones together. Buffy moans into Faith’s mouth as the ache between her legs gets worst.


“Dude come look at this. God that is so fuckin hot,” they hear a nearby guy say. Their little bubble has been popped for good. The realization that they’re not in their own little world is now staring them in the face. Buffy sighs, and looks deeply into Faith’s chocolate brown eyes and smiles a sweet little smile.


“I’m too tired to carry the bags, can you do it by yourself or do you really need me to help?” she says trying to be serious but there’s a little smirk on her face. Faith just chuckles and slides off the blonde, making sure their bodies touch for as long as possible. It does nothing but heat Buffy’s body up even more, as was intended, and the blonde feels like she’s going to explode if she doesn’t get some release soon.


“You’re tired? I’ve been up for almost thirty-six hours,” Faith says. Her tone isn’t bitchy, just surprised that Buffy would try to use the tired excuse. The blonde’s eyebrows furrow as she thinks about it. ‘Oh God, I totally forgot that Faith didn’t get any sleep. I woke her up after she left, and we spent a lot of time at the park, and she said she couldn’t fall asleep because of all the ideas running around in her brain.’ She gives Faith a little kiss on the lips and gently rubs her back.


“I’m sorry I forgot you’ve been sleep deprived. I’m surprised we made it up here without getting in an accident.” Buffy watches as Faith smiles one of her dimple filled smiles. “How about you show me where we’ll be staying and I’ll unload the truck?” Despite the fact that Faith is really trying to hold it in, and Buffy can tell that she is, the blonde can’t help but get irritated that Faith wants to laugh because of that last statement. The irritation is definitely showing on her pretty face.


“B, don’t get mad. I don’t mean anything by it, but it’s a kinda long hike to the cabin, and some of those bags are really heavy.” This does nothing but add fuel to the fires. Faith does her best to back paddle out of the situation. “It’s just you’re not all about the muscles, you know? You’re more on the…feminine side, which isn’t a bad thing, but some of those bags are really heavy. Especially the ones with the food. So for the sake of your health I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to carry them by yourself.” Buffy glares, puts her hands on her hips, and taps her right foot.


“So because I’m a ‘girly girl’-” yes she used air quotes. “I can’t carry the bags by myself? That’s bull Faith, and you know it. I’m a lot stronger then I look. Just because I like ‘girly’ colors, and wear ‘girly’ clothes it doesn’t mean I can’t do anything for myself. I’m not some damsel that needs to be waited on hand and foot all the time.” Faith tries to take a step away from the angry blonde, but she’s blocked by the truck.


“I’m not saying you need help with everything. I’m just saying that you need help with some of the bags. I couldn’t even do it by myself I had to get Noah to help me.” That little fact doesn’t make all of the anger go away. ‘Why is she getting so mad? We’re not even married yet and I feel like I’ve aged five years,’ Faith thinks and tries to come up with some way to make things better. At this point it’s almost impossible. If she says anything else it’ll only dig a deeper hole for her to fall in. Yep, she might as well just give up and let the little blonde figure out for herself that she won’t be able to do it on her own.


‘Hey, stay out of my damn head. The last thing I need right now is you pokin around.’ Whatever, I’m the narrator and I’ll do what I want. If I want to go inside Buffy’s head, I will. If I want to go inside yours I will. If I want to ignore you assholes and talk about that redhead over there, I will. And if I want – oh my God is that a bear? ‘Where?’ Ha, made ya look. ‘You’re such an asshole. You know that?’ I prefer the term jackass.


“Faith have you been paying attention to a word I’ve said in the last five minutes?” Buffy asks sounding even more irritated then before. ‘Now look at what you did. Fuckin distracting me and shit,’ the brunette thinks, and tries to come up with an excuse as to why she wasn’t paying attention to the ranting blonde. “Nevermind, I’ll get my bags, and you get yours, and we’ll both get the really heavy ones, ok?” And with that she climbs into the back of the truck and starts to remove her baggage.


‘Sometimes she drives me crazy,’ the little blonde thinks and picks up the largest bag she brought. ‘It’s like when I talk she zones out and starts thinking about pointless stuff. It makes me feel…invisible or something. I hate it when she does that. But that panicked look on her face was kind of cute. Maybe I should go easy on her. She’s really tired, and it was a long drive up here. I guess I’ll just have to do something to make up for my behavior,’ she thinks with an evil little smile on her face. ‘Faith is going to be one very happy woman tonight.'