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The evening had ended almost the same as every other night when the pair sat drinking. They talked, they drank, they messed around, they drank, they watched some tv, they drank.

Normally Buffy would pass out with the amount of alcohol and Faith would have to drag her sorry ass to bed. Even sometimes change her, sounds amusing but each time always tried her patience at the babbling drunk incapable of even undressing.

However Buffy had a plan, instead of actually passing out- she played possum waiting for Faith to take her to bed. This time she could have some fun.

The movie they were watching was drawing to a close, Buffy had seen it so she just slumped in the chair and pretended to sleep waiting for her to notice. Faith rose from her seat to turn of the tv,

“I reckon it’s time to hit the sack huh B, B? Great asleep again. I swear you’re such a lightweight.” Faith groaned as she lifted Buffy up and over her shoulder.

Buffy just grinned to herself out of sight; the night had only just begun. She just had to keep up the act and let Faith dress her. Who knows it could be fun.

As they reached Buffy’s room Faith actually surprised Buffy; she had dragged her up here so roughly, and yet she placed her down on her bed as if she were a baby. She cradled her head afraid to wake her.

“You know I wouldn’t do this if you didn’t look so cute when you sleep.”

Buffy was fighting every urge in her body to open her eyes and say something, anything. She lay still letting careful hands gently remove her clothes. She murmured a few times but Faith just quietly whispered nothings to her in attempt to calm the ‘sleeping’ slayer.

Faith brought the covers up to Buffy’s chin, she leaned in close and placed a chaste peck on her forehead. Buffy’s nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath of Faith’s perfume and shampoo. She subtly smiled. Faith just shook her head and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was shut Buffy quietly climbed out of her bed. Faith would be asleep soon so she had to prepare. Now where were those ingredients she had hidden?

She stood by the door listening to the rhythmic breathing; Faith was asleep- time to do a little digging. Buffy stood by the side of her bed, the spell had conjured up a small pebble. Apparently she had to place it on Faith’s head; damn good job she’s a heavy sleeper. As Buffy held the stone to her head the room changed.

She was sat in a restaurant at a table alone, hiding behind a newspaper to watch what was going on. At a podium by the door stood a young woman, she couldn’t have been any more than 24. Her dirty-blonde hair pulled back hung down her back. The tight dark top accentuated her perfect chest; this had to be the one.

Snapping out of her thoughts Buffy watched as one of the waitresses went over to speak to her. The girl was only about five foot two, almost matching the older woman in height. The girl had short bobbed raven hair and a strong Bostonian accent. It was Faith, just a little smaller- and she was wigged by something.

Buffy watched the younger girl go about her duties but she kept catching her, the younger Faith took every opportunity to look over at her awe struck. Tweeny Faith had it bad, and Buffy wanted to find out why.

Rising from her seat Buffy headed toward the authoritative woman. She smiled at her and the woman relayed the gesture.

“I just wanted to thank you so much, it’s been incredible service, the food was amazing and the waitresses do such a great job.” Buffy put on a charade in an attempt to make conversation.

“Well thankyou, it’s such a difficult job to do and some of them are so young.” Buffy caught a strong smell of perfume as the manager turned to face her.

“I know this will sound incredibly weird, but just what is that you’re wearing? I love it, I just have to get some- my boyfriend will be clawing the walls,”

The woman in front of Buffy seemed taken aback just a little, “It’s ah just a little something from Armani I think, my mom bought it for me a few years ago.”

Buffy nodded, “Well thanks a lot any way. Good bye now.” Buffy exited the restaurant waving to the younger Faith who had a jealous look plastered on her adolescent face.

Back in the real world Faith was still very much asleep; Buffy crept back to her own room, tomorrow she was to go shopping.

Buffy lay in her bed, there was no chance she could forget that smell, she couldn’t blame the darker slayer for having such good taste; it was all Buffy could do to not grab the woman in Faith’s dream and ravage her there and then. It was intoxicating, it would drive Faith mad and Buffy could end this stupid game. She would have Faith where she wanted her and hopefully a little fun at the same time.




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