Like Other Girls...

They had all had a decent enough time at the Halloween dance, though Faith had been happy to be out of that cheerleading outfit. That was something she wasn’t about to be repeating. For some odd reason, Tara had gone home with Willow, to spend the night slumber party style supposedly. Ms. Summers was out at a Halloween benefit being thrown still, so as Faith and Buffy changed, she thought back to the dance they’d left so recently. Buffy had stuck up for her, much more, she’d done it and been harassed about something that struck a little too close to home. They didn’t even get along and B had done that… and the way she’d been dancing… Faith was a little loath to know that Buffy would be in her normal clothes once again, instead of the stripper angel outfit.

“Hey Faith, you done yet?” Buffy walked into the room, Faith still in just her underwear. Buffy had volunteered to change in Tara’s room as Faith did the same in her own, and just barged in now. There was a brief moment of silence as both girls stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do, before Faith snapped out of it and noticed that Buffy was staring.

“Hey, B, don’t ya know how to knock?” Faith tossed the cheerleading outfit she was still holding onto the bed and bent to retrieve the pants she’d toted in with her. Buffy was still staring, rooted to the same place she’d stopped when coming in. “See somethin ya like B?”

The blonde only smiled shyly and looked up at Faith, before tilting her head cutely and purring out. “What isn’t there to like?” Faith was momentarily shocked at the answer, before Buffy approached, and the sultry brunette was snapped out of her daze again. Buffy had literally come on to her, and it sounded much more genuine than it had that day in the park. Faith’s lips split into a large grin as the blonde approached slowly, as if to reach down for the uniform, but the taller girl reached out and stopped her. “Faith I…”

“Shouldn’t start something ya can’t finish…” Faith finished for her, trailing fingers along her arm, over her shoulder and along her collar bone to her neck. The blonde girl was silent as her breath hitched, then came back in fast, shallow huffs. She wasn’t being pushed away, so Faith grinned even more and trailed a hand up to her cheek, seeing and feeling goosebumps rise in the wake of her touch. Her own skin felt hot and cold all at the same time, and she looked carefully at Buffy’s slightly parted lips for a good while before moving her gaze up slowly. When her sight locked with Buffy’s eyes, Faith was shocked. They were so deep that it looked as if there was no end to the darkened pools. Before Faith even realized it had happened they seemed to be laying on Buffy’s bed, wrinkling the uniform beneath them, the brunette atop the little blond, lips locked in a gentle embrace. Buffy’s hands moved over her sides and back, trailing fire where they touched, Faith’s own fingers and palms working over the blonde as well. Their touches seemed so passionate, yet Faith couldn’t remember ever having been kissed so carefully and gently. It was heavenly.

“Faith… Faith wait…” she stopped, her eyes still closed as her face was nestled in the crook of Buffy’s neck and shoulder, in the middle of marking her. “Faith, get up… too many clothes…” Faith couldn’t believe what she was seeing as she backed away a little and saw Buffy untying her robe and pushing it away. Had she been wearing that when she walked in? Buffy looked perfect as inch by inch of her skin was uncovered, and the dark haired girl couldn’t quite remember why this hadn’t happened the first day they’d met. “Okay… continue…” Faith chuckled to herself and dived back into it, almost whimpering as Buffy wriggled and writhed underneath her, the exposed skin providing more contact and more sensation for the girl to experience. Before long she’d given up on just teasing the blonde and was writhing against her as well, whimpers and moans filling her ears as they rocked against each other… ~ ~

“What the fuck?!” Faith jolted up in bed, covered in sweat and the sheets tangled around her legs. She looked around, seeing the familiar setting of her own room and lack of anyone else. The only thing different was the sound of her heavy breathing and a cheer uniform hanging on her closet door, ready for returning to a certain blonde. She looked at the uniform, thought back to the dream, her lips still tingling from the last searing kiss they had been sharing as she woke up, and touched a finger to her lower lip. Groaning, she fell back on her bed, closing her eyes, “Fuuuuuuuck…”

~

As they sat together at lunch the next schoolday, Buffy and Willow looked curiously at the unusually quiet Faith. She’d given the cheerleading uniform with a small grunted, “here,” and had said as little else as she could since then. Jesse was currently babbling out about how the dance was so awesome, and Willow had been doing the same until she’d noticed her friend’s odd behavior. Buffy didn’t look as if she noticed at first, but Tara had stammered out some insights to the strange blonde during their slumber party, and she could tell from Buffy’s own silence and the occasional wary glance that Buffy was worried about the bad girl.

“Buffy… did you send the film in to get the pictures developed?” Jesse suddenly asked. Somehow he’d snuck a disposable camera, and had been taking snapshots the entire night, but only when they were distracted and didn’t know it. Then at the end of the night, he still had a few left and confessed, taking a pair shot of Tara and Spike, then Tara and Willow, then Buffy and Faith, then a group shot, and finally the pimp and his girls, ie him with Buffy and Willow. It had been decided that Buffy would drop off and pick up the film with Tara, so that the girls would know exactly what he’d been taking pictures of.

“Yeah…” Buffy smiled and shrugged. “We can pick it up after school, I got it in triplicate, so we just have to squabble over who gets what pictures…”

“What about the group picture, Buffy? We should all get one…” Willow complained.

“Well, Tara and I agreed to share one, since we live together… and we figured that you can scan one of the others on your computer to send to Jesse and Spike, and Faith will take the last.” Buffy shrugged and took another bite of her apple. “However, I do plan to find a picture of Faith alone in the cheer outfit, smiling, and make dozens of copies, posting them all over school. You know, as a reminder to everyone how adorable she looked.”

Faith finally snapped out of the funk she’d apparently been in and rose to the bait. “B, I swear, I’m gonna fuckin kill you if ya do some crazy shit like that.” She growled out, narrowing her eyes. Buffy seemed to smile more brightly than her mischievous grin before, and Willow began smiling too. The others didn’t quite seem to get it though. Faith continued grumbling, thinking mostly back to the dream again, which had been on her mind all day. She’d been watching Buffy carefully, attempting to figure out if there was anything to the weird dream. That settled it. *Fuck it! I am so not into B. She’s a fuckin bitch, and a brat. Shitty ass nightmare… that’s all…*

TBC