The Proposal of Buffy Summers

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update this story. There's been a lot of not so good stuff going on, mixed that with writer's block and I lost my desire to write anything. But I'm starting to get over it. I'm about halfway done with the next chapter so keep your eyes peeled for that. And in case you wanna know the song I use in this chapter is 'Watch Over Me' by Gina Gershon. Anyway, thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy your update.
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“So this is camping, huh?” Buffy asks and looks over at Faith. The two are lying next to each other in their tent on a slightly uncomfortable air mattress, huddled under the covers, and feeling a little awkward. ‘But why is it so awkward? We’ve never been like this before,’ the blonde thinks and gives the brunette a little smile.


“Yep, this is camping,” she replies, and returns the blonde’s little smile. After they unpacked all of their stuff they had a light lunch, and took a long walk on the beach. The afternoon flew by with lots of laughter, and some smoochies, but other then that completely uneventful. Their dinner consisted of fire roasted hot dogs, and s’mores, because otherwise it just isn’t camping. Now it’s dark outside, and very cold, and the two don’t really know what to say.


“Is it just me or is this a little weird?” she asks, sounding a little sheepish. She is a little afraid of Faith’s reaction, even though she won’t admit it. She just wants things to go smoothly. The fight that they had before Faith left was brutal, and even though they talked a little about it, it’s going to take a while for the wounds to heal. She hears the brunette let out a very long sigh and she chances a sideways glace at the slightly taller girl.


“I don’t know why it’s like this. We were fine back in Sunnydale. I remember there being kissage action, unless I imagined it.” There’s a moment’s silence and the brunette looks over at the blonde, her eyes a little wide in mock-terror. “I didn’t imagine it, right?” Buffy smiles and scoots a little closer to the other girl. Now that they’re talking, and not just sitting in silence the tension is starting to melt away.


“No, you didn’t imagine it,” Buffy says with a little smile. She slowly searches under the covers and finds one of Faith’s hands. She takes it in her own and gives it a playful squeeze. “There were definitely smoochies.” The two smile at each other and Faith scoots a little closer to the blonde. Buffy looks into the brunette’s soulful eyes and sees the look of contemplation in them. ‘Not exactly the look I was going for, but ok,’ she thinks and turns over onto her side. “What’s that look for?” ‘I hope she isn’t thinking anything bad. I just want to relax with her.’


“I’m just really, really happy. That’s all,” she says and Buffy gets a big smile on her face. She lets go of the brunette’s hand and moves it to her stomach. She slips her hand under the fabric of Faith’s pajama shirt, and lightly strokes the soft flesh. “It just seems like my whole life has been just one big disappointment. I never got to know my dad, my mom was never really a mom, and my brother was taken away from me.” She looks deeply into Buffy’s eyes, as if she’s trying to look into her soul. “You make the hurt go away, and it makes me love you even more.”


Buffy doesn’t respond with words. Instead she leans over and places a gentle kiss on Faith’s lips. It’s slow and gentle at first, but then it grows in passion. Buffy gently rubs her tongue along Faith’s bottom lip, and the brunette instantly responds by opening her mouth just enough for Buffy to slip her tongue inside. The blonde takes her time exploring Faith’s mouth, and is encouraged by the little moans coming from the back of the brunette’s throat. They eventually have to pull back for air, and now that her body head has risen Buffy definitely regrets wearing sweats to bed.


“You’re such a girly-girl sometimes,” Buffy lightly teases. She knows not to take it too far or Faith will feel insecure. “You try to act all rough and tough, but then you go and something so sweet that makes me want you so bad.” Faith smiles and moves some of the blonde locks out of Buffy’s face. She gently caresses her soft cheek for a moment before letting it rest on the delicate skin. Buffy turns her head a little and leaves a kiss on the palm of Faith’s hand. “I love you so much. I really don’t think I could eve live without you.” Faith leans in and places a gentle kiss on Buffy’s lips.


Buffy kisses her back with earnest. She starts to gently rub the very warm skin of Faith’s stomach a little more, and she swears she can hear the brunette purring. She pulls back from the kiss, and smiles up at the love of her life. What she sees isn’t exactly the reaction she was going for, but she doesn’t get mad or upset. ‘Which if you think about it is pretty big of me. I mean, we’re totally making out, and I’m trying my best to turn her on, and she goes and does that,’ she thinks.


She watches as Faith yawns a very big yawn. One so big she can see the little hanging thing in the back of her throat. ‘What is that called by the way? And what is for?’ I don’t know what it’s called, but I think it’s for the gag reflex. Instead of getting irritated that Faith yawned in the middle of their make out session she takes a closer look at Faith’s face. The dark circles under her eyes serve as reminders of how long the brunette has been awake.


“Baby you must be so tired. Wanna get some sleep?” she asks and snuggles up Faith. The brunette wraps her arms around Buffy and nods her head a little. Now that all of the sleeplessness is catching up with her she’s completely exhausted. ‘I have a hot blonde pressed up against me, who’s reading and willing, and I wanna sleep. This is a very fucked up moment,’ she thinks and sighs a little. Since the two have been together for so long, or at least in Buffy’s mind they have, she knows exactly what to do in order to put the brunette to sleep.


“‘Have I told you that I love you?’” she softly sings, and places a little kiss right behind Faith’s ear. She doesn’t think she has a good singing voice, and trust me she’s right, but hearing her sing has always lulled Faith to sleep. “‘That you mean the world to me? And each moment we’re together, it’s like I’m living in a dream. When I’m without you I’m lost at sea. ‘Cause you’re my angel who’s always watching over me.’” She stops to clear the little lump in her throat, and then finishes the song.


“I lie away while you are sleeping. And thank the lord for I am blessed. I can’t believe the joy you bring me, with all your love and tenderness. When I’m without you I’m lost at sea. ‘Cause you’re my angel who’s always watching over me.” When she finishes she leaves another little kiss on the back of Faith’s ear. She can tell the brunette isn’t asleep yet just by her breathing, but that doesn’t mother her at all.


“I don’t wanna fall asleep just yet Blondie,” Faith whispers and gives Buffy a little pinch on the ass. “But thanks for trying.” She presses her lips against Buffy’s forehead and lightly kisses the smooth skin. She inhales deeply through her nose, breathing in Buffy’s scent. “Remember where we heard that song?” She gets a big grin on her face as she thinks back on that night. ‘Totally cliché, but we loved every second of it,’ she thinks, and rubs Buffy’s lower back.


“Yeah,” Buffy says with a growing smiling on her face. “It was the first slow song at prom. And I loved it so much I begged the DJ give me a copy of the mix tape just so I could have it.” ‘Yeah right, like the story stops there,’ Faith thinks and smiles even more. She squeezes Buffy a little and she knows the blonde isn’t going to retell this part of the story.


“But he wouldn’t give you a copy, and you were so sad. So we waited until prom was over and he was putting all of his stuff away, and I slipped off my heels and gave them to you. Then I snuck up when he wasn’t looking and grabbed the cd and ran.” They both start laughing a little as they remember the look on the guy’s face, and all of the not so nice things he started yelling at them.


“Then we went to the hotel room you reserved, and made sweet, sweet love until the sun came up to the mix tape we danced to at prom.” They both chuckle a little bit, and Buffy snuggles in as close as she can to Faith. Part of it is because of the cold, but a bigger part is from the fact that Faith was gone for three days. For three whole days they didn’t talk, and they didn’t see each other. For three whole days. It felt more like an eternity for the blonde. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out, and shoved down a garbage disposal. ‘But now Faith’s back, and we’re gonna be closer then ever before.’


“I like this,” the blonde says after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Just the two of us all cuddled up. I know we’re cuddled like this before, but it feels different. Now that we’re engaged it just feels like this is something that’s going to become a part of my routine, and I love it. I want you to be a part of my daily routine.” She knows that Faith might not be a part of her daily routine for a while. In college she’s going to have a roommate, and things are going to be totally different.


“I just have to suffer through one year of college, and then we can be together every night. You can rub my back while I do my homework so I won’t cramp up, and I can massage your feet after a long day’s work.” Faith chuckles a little at that thought. “We’ll be so frickin happy it’ll make people’s teeth hurt.” Faith laughs at that, and Buffy chuckles a little too. Another comfortable silence falls over them, and the blonde tries her best to fall asleep, but she knows it’s no use.


“I was thinking a little more about the wedding on the drive up here,” she says and gives Faith’s neck a little kiss. The brunette let’s out a little ‘hmm?’ and Buffy smiles. ‘She must be getting really close to falling asleep if she won’t give a verbal response.’ “I was thinking we could have a live band, but not one of the cheesy ones, that’s made up of balding middle aged men. I want a nice one. Even if we have to cut back on the flowers and buy cheap linen.”


“I think a DJ would be better,” Faith says in a little voice. She’s definitely ready to fall asleep, but not enough that she can’t throw in her two cents. “With a band if one person gets sick the whole thing is ruined. And this way we can have all of our favorite songs.” ‘She has a point, but I like the idea of a live band. Much more romantic.’ “Do you want matching bouquets?” ‘Huh?’


“What? I thought the one who walks down the isle gets a bouquet?” Buffy asks, completely confused and now that her brain is starting to do some heavy thinking she’s feeling a little tired. ‘Great, now you wanna shut off. Stupid brain,’ she thinks a little bitterly and tries to pay attention to Faith’s words.


“I know, but I thought my brother could walk me down the isle first, and then I’ll wait for you at the end. Then your dad can give you away.” ‘If he even comes at all,’ Buffy thinks and tries really hard not to ruin this moment with her negative thoughts. ‘Is it too much to ask for him to be the one to give me away at my wedding? Every dad should big at the big events in their children’s lives. High school graduation, college graduation, wedding, and when they have babies. But I’m repeating myself now.’


“That sounds like a great idea,” Buffy says and gets a mischievous smile on her face. Teasing Faith is one of her favorite pass times, and she doesn’t think that’s going to change any time soon, if at all. “That way you can throw your bouquet and I can throw your garter.” She waits for the response, but none comes. “I said, that way you can throw your bouquet and I can throw your garter.” She waits a few seconds, but still there’s no response. She very slowly lifts herself up and looks at her fiancé. ‘I should’ve known she’d fall asleep,’ she thinks and places a soft kiss on Faith’s cheek.


“I love you,” she says to Faith’s sleeping form, her voice is barely a whisper, but it doesn’t matter to her. She rests her head down on Faith’s shoulder again and inhales her scent as she closes her eyes and tries to drift off to sleep. ‘I wonder how much it would cost for a horse drawn carriage? No, that’s probably too expensive, and over the top. But how cool would that be? After we say ‘I do’ and kiss we can make our way back down the isle and be taken to our reception by a horse drawn carriage. That would be so cheesily romantic. Which is perfect because Faith and I can be very cheesy.’ That’s her last thought before she drifts off into a deep sleep.