Like Other Girls...

“Is it just me, or has Faith been acting weird?” Buffy asked Willow as Tara and the brunette went over some homework that the blonde was helping her with. Nice little study group they were having too. Willow was helping Buffy, Tara was helping Faith, and Joyce provided munchies and beverages. Buffy and Willow even conspired to turn it into a slumber party. Willow nodded. “I can’t place it, but it’s different, right?”

“She’s being quiet… and non-flirty… at least with you. You can’t get a rise out of her.” Willow summed up, then pointed out the history passage they were supposed to be studying. “Now, back to work.”

“She and my sis are getting kinda chummy.” Buffy distracted the redhead again, though it didn’t seem to cause more than a curious glint to her eyes. “A lot of people get along with Tara, when she’s not too shy to talk to them. You two seem to almost be best friends already.”

“She’s really nice, sweet.” Willow smiled shyly and shrugged a tiny shrug. Then she blushed and dove into the book. “Er… so that Xander guy was your best friend back in LA?”

“Kinda… but it’s hard to be best friends with a guy, especially one like Xander. He’s a lot like Jesse.” Buffy pointed out, to which Willow nodded and giggled. “I didn’t have much of a best friend outside of he and Tara though. So I guess you could say that.”

“You didn’t?” Willow asked softly. Buffy shook her head and looked as if she didn’t care. “But you were really popular, that’s what Tara says.”

“We never like admitting it, Wills, but those really popular queen types… they don’t have friends, they have rivals and yes-men. I only had friends because I’d known Xander for so long, and because eventually I started socializing with the… erm… less popular groups.”

“I know… the geeks…” Willow sighed, then smiled ruefully. “It doesn’t bother me much. That sounds a little like Faith. Her closest friends are Jesse and I, and I only know a bit about her. She’s pretty private.”

“Okay, so, miss I know the most about the reclusive brunette…” Buffy said, then looked as if she was thinking the title over. She nodded in agreement to it, then continued, “how are we going to get her to do the sleepover? Tara will agree she likes you two, especially you. But your buddy Faith seems to be the hard pick.”

“Goad her into it.” Willow shrugged as if it were obvious. Buffy silently agreed that it was probably the best and easiest way to get Faith to agree to anything. “Now, about Queen Elizabeth I…”

~

“A sleep over? That sounds fun.” Tara said shyly, smiling at them. Willow nodded, and Buffy smirked. Faith, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. “So, Faith?”

“Sleepovers ain’t my thing.” Faith shrugged and continued packing her books away.

“Aww… witto ol’ Faithy’s too big for a witto ol’ sweep-ova.” Buffy teased. Faith raised a brow at her. “What’s wrong, Faith? Afraid of us girls? It’s not like you’ve got anything we’ve never seen before.”

“I ain’t afraid’a anything.” Faith insisted. “I just don’t feel like sleepin on the ground when I could go home and get all comfy like in my own bed.”

“Well, there’s two beds between Tara and I, and four girls… our beds can fit more than one.” Buffy shrugged. “Come on, it’ll be fun. We promise not to paint your nails or make you do a facial.”

“Yeah Faith, it’s not like you’ve never spent the night at my house.” Willow added in, and the brunette glared at her. “If I remember… you actually said that you…”

“I’m not sleepin in a bed with B or Blondie there.” Faith insisted. “And I only slept over once.”

“I think Faith’s afraid of sleeping with us, Tara.” Buffy said in a teasing tone. Tara blushed, but smiled and nodded. “Am I really that scary.”

Faith glowered at Buffy. “Well, I just didn’t think ya wanneda sleep with me in le buff next to ya B.”

“Le buff?” Tara looked confused, not quite getting it first, thinking that Faith meant in Buffy. That wasn’t exactly possible, then her eyes widened.

“Le buff, as in nude.” Willow turned bright red then, matching her hair and nodding. She’d forgotten that. It had taken an hour of arguing to get Faith into a pair of underwear last time. “Um…”

“Faith.” Buffy rolled her eyes.

“What’s wrong, B? Afraid ya might like what ya see? Ya know I’m mad hot.” Faith grinned widely. Just then an expression of fear passed over her face as she remembered the dream and she visibly shook herself. “So that settles it. I’ll just go home and you guys can settle for Red.”

Buffy, feeling challenged, shook her head and took Faith’s arm. “I’m up to it if you are. Now, shall we watch bad movies first, or pig out on junk food?

“Er…” Faith stammered, unsure of what else she could use to get out of it. Sleeping next to Buffy was not sounding all that great, with that dream constantly coming back to mind. Far too fresh in her head from the last night. What if she had another dream, and talked in her sleep? That would be mad weird. She just hoped that she ended up with Tara.

They opted for junk food and movies simultaneously, and were already halfway through with the second of the set. Some goofy thing about a group of guys on summer vacation from college and trying to get laid at a beach-house they’d rented. The band girl looked oddly like Willow, which of course got her plenty of teasing for the character’s kinky tendencies.

“Have ya ever tried’a play flute, Red?” Faith teased. It wasn’t all bad, though she was quickly getting bored.

“NO!” Willow instantly declared. The girls laughed, and only ten minutes later, Faith was busy tossing popcorn kernels at Buffy’s head.

“Do you mind?” The petit blonde looked angry as she turned to glare at Faith. The brunette gave a sexy smile, then thought better of it and tossed another piece of popcorn. “Hey!”

“I’m bored B. What do ya want me ta do, braid yer hair or somethin’?” Faith growled out with a shrug. “The movie’s gettin’ old.”

“It’s true. Faith doesn’t exactly have the longest attention span in the world.” Willow teased, and the popcorn was thus dumped on her head by the brunette. “Hey! Now I’ll have fake butter in my hair.”

“Then let’s do something more interesting.” Buffy declared, looking like she had an idea… an expression that Tara had learned to dread and that Willow was starting to have the same feelings for. Faith didn’t quite get it, and when Buffy went down into the kitchen for somewhere around ten minutes, she began to worry.

“I didn’t like that look.” Willow complained, leaning forward to turn off the movie. “I should be worrying, shouldn’t I? I’m always the one that people pick on, so I should be worrying.”

“W- We should all b- be worrying.” Tara stammered out, flushing and scooting back a little. Faith raised a curious brow and watched the glances being tossed between the two.

“Worrying? No one needs to worry. It’s just harmless fun.” Buffy said, coming into the room with two glasses nearly overflowing with disgusting-looking, greenish brown gook in them. “We’re just going to play a game.”

Tara looked with dread at the glasses and ducked her shy head. Willow looked apprehensive after that, and when Faith joined them on the ground, she sniffed the gunk and cringed. “What’s in that?”

“Tobasco, banana, chips, soda, ice cream, milk, leftover popcorn, PeptoBismol, mayo, mustard, ketchup, and some other stuff I found around the kitchen. Put it in the blender.” She smiled and shrugged, placing them on a textbook off to the side. Faith gagged and the other girls looked green. Tara remembered watching Buffy make that stuff before, and the game between the popular girls sleeping over that resulted. She didn’t look very happy about the drink, but she looked even less happy as a bottle was set on it’s side between the sitting girls. “We’re going to play truth or dare.”

“Last time I played truth or dare was when I was nine.” Faith complained, looking at the bottle, then glasses of disgusting goop. “And it didn’t involve kitchen-made-vomit-inducer or a bottle.”

“You never played it the fun way then.” Buffy said with a grin. “One person spins the bottle. Whoever the mouth points to, they ask truth or dare. Consequences for not answering a truth, or telling a lie, is a sip from the first glass. Consequences for not doing a dare is a gulp…. Or we could play a different game.”

Willow looked carefully at Tara to see if they should opt for another game. Faith was already smiling cruelly. “Nothin I won’t tell, nothin I won’t do. I’m good.”

“It could b- be worse…” Tara mumbled, still looking apprehensive. This was not appealing. Willow reluctantly agreed after that. “Who s- spins first?”

“No need to be so nervous.” Buffy said confidently. “I’ll let Wills spin first.”

Willow reluctantly spun the bottle, it wobbling to a stop at Faith. “Truth or dare?”

Faith thought carefully, and decided to shrug and do the more interesting thing. “Dare.”

“Er… uh… I dare you to…” Willow looked around for something interesting for Faith to do. “I dare you to… wear Buffy’s cheerleading outfit until the game ends or another dare supersedes it.”

Faith glowered and groaned, making the other girls laugh. Reluctantly, she changed right in front of them. Buffy, sitting next to Willow, took the next turn. ~Thwakety…. Thwakety…. Thunk~ It landed facing Tara. “Dear, dear sister… Truth or dare?”

Tara’s eyes went wide and she stared at the bottle accusingly. “T- t- truth?”

“I –would- ask how far you’ve gone with William… but I really just don’t want to know. So… tell me… what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? With or without him.”

“Aw, B! That’s nothin!” Faith complained loudly from across the bottle.

“I’ll take a sip.” Tara volunteered, and that made Faith stare, then laugh out loud. So the little innocent blonde had a few secrets.

Tara sipped reluctantly at the concoction, gagged, then spun the bottle. It landed on Buffy. “Truth or d- dare?”

“Truth.” Buffy supplied immediately.

“What happened at the last school?” Tara asked gently. Buffy reached over and took a sip of the gross stuff. Faith sighed dramatically. Once again disappointed in the lack of answers. It was finally her turn to spin though. It spun and wobbled several times, slowly landing on Willow. Even around the circle so far, and Faith raised a brow at the redhead.

Willow knew that Faith knew several secrets about her that she could choose to ask about, and considering that the drinks taken so far had been for truths, she decided early on that she would do a dare. However, she also knew that Faith would think of something rather ridiculous to get even for the cheer outfit. Immediately she sighed and said, “Dare.”

Faith grinned ferally and cracked her knuckles. “Okay Red. I dare ya to kiss blondie there, full on the lips, for at least fifteen seconds… a real kiss, not an elementary school peck either.”

Willow looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and stared at her long time friend with a mixture of shock and fear. Tara coughed a few times, and Buffy laughed. Tara had seen a similar dare take place between two of the popular girls in LA, though the concocted drink then had also been much worse. “I… er… what if Tara doesn’t cooperate?” Willow hazarded.

“Th- th- then we b- both have to t- take a g- gulp.” Tara stammered out. Willow and she stared at each other, then the drinks, then stared at each other again. “It’s n- n- nauseating.”

“It really is, Wills.” Buffy said with a smile to match Faith’s. Then she picked up the glass in question. “But I suppose you’ll be finding that out soon?”

“Time us?” Willow asked, handing Buffy her watch. Faith started hooting and jeering, only to get a glare in reprimand. Buffy smiled and nodded, taking the watch and waiting to see what exactly happened. Willow crawled over the bottle and sat next to a very nervous Tara, who nodded silently. Finally, Willow just closed her eyes and tried to get it over with quickly. Faith watched with a slack jaw, stunned that they went through with it. Willow’s hand was on Tara’s cheek, and it definitely looked like there was some dueling tongues involved. Willow, for her part, scooted a bit closer to Tara and nipped gently at her lips. Buffy murmured an end to fifteen seconds, but it took the pair a moment to realize what she’d said and separate.

“Fuck that was hot!” Faith said, laughing. Willow blushed and glared at her long time friend, thumbing the outside of her mouth and grabbing the bottle. It was her turn again. Tara was blushing fervently, but there was a shy smile on her face. “Dude! B, I think Red must be one fuckin’ good kisser. Lookit the smile on Blondie’s face.”

“Faith, shut up.” Buffy said, suppressing a smile. The bottle spun more quickly than it had before, and Willow slapped her hand down on it as soon as it slowed down and was pointing near the direction Faith was in. The brunette gulped and looked at the mouth of the bottle pointing at her.

“I don’t think ya can do that, Red…” Faith said nervously. Resolve Face was set firmly in place though, and Faith knew for a fact that she knew exactly what questions to ask. The other two wouldn’t have been able to guess what to ask, but she’d known Willow a long time. The redhead knew enough secrets to embarrass the badass. She probably already had one in mind. “Besides… I’m sorry. Really… won’t happen again…”

“I think that in honor of you being willing to say anything and do anything… perhaps it’s fair. After all, you did bring my dear sister into it, which means I have to stick up for her.” Buffy said with a cruel smile. “Besides… what are you afraid Wills’ll do?”

“Er….” Faith smiled apprehensively and mouthed ‘help’ at Tara, who blushed more and ducked her head. “Dare?”

Willow seemed to pause at that. She’d had the perfect question lined up too. After a moment of thought, she smiled sweetly at Buffy, then turned to Faith. She wouldn’t put Tara through this, the poor girl was even more shy than she was, and if she suggested herself, not only would they think she wanted more, but she would probably be so embarrassed she’d pop. “Faith… I give you the same dare… with two changes. It’s Buffy… and she’s straddling you.”

“I... um… okay.” Faith blushed a bit. She was the bad ass, she flirted without thought. She was the one that didn’t care who or how. If she backed down, total humiliation. If she didn’t back down… a flash of her dream passed through her head.

“Hey! Willow, that’s positively cruel.” Buffy glared. The redhead looked curiously at her.

“Would you rather me turn the bottle towards you instead?” Willow asked.

“I think B’s afraid of me.” Faith smiled, taking that out. “So I guess we both have to drink. What say two sips each, though, since that would equal about one gulp in all, right?”

“I am -not- afraid of you.” Buffy insisted, instantly standing up and moving toward her. “However Willow will be timing us… and she’ll speak loudly and clearly as soon as fifteen seconds is up.” Faith watched as Buffy said that snootily and sat in her lap.

“Aw B, am I that disgusting?” Faith said with false bravado. Willow, however, saw how uncomfortable the brunette was, and smiled at Tara. The shy blonde blushed and ducked her head again. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“Ready… go.” Willow sad, looking at the watch. Buffy gently bent her head and simply kissed the girl, lips closed. Faith chuckled through the kiss and backed her head away. “That wasn’t fifteen seconds.”

“You call that a kiss?” Faith chuckled. Buffy raised her brow, and the sexy brunette had the sudden feeling that perhaps she should have just gone along with it. At least that way she wouldn’t mind too much. Buffy signaled Willow to start ticking off seconds again, and leaned in. Faith regretted even thinking about saying something as Buffy pressed her body into Faith’s and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. It was sweet and smooth, her lips just barely firm enough and tongue more teasing than forceful. Faith was completely breathless as Willow signaled time up and Buffy instantly backed away.

Tara looked at her sister as the girl sat back down in her original place, slightly flushed and breathing shallowly, but her expression told nothing of it. Then it was all gone, and the shy blonde could have sworn she imagined that reaction. Faith, on the other hand, looked stunned. “Well I got my revenge… and now I feel all embarrassed cause all with the smooching and the girls and this being an innocent slumber party and stuff… stop me please?”

“It’s my turn.” Buffy said, nabbing the bottle and spinning it. “Just hope I don’t get you Willow.”

“Damn B, that was HOT!” Faith laughed, then gulped as the bottle slowly stopped with its point toward her. “Shit…”

“Truth or dare, Faith?” Buffy smiled and shrugged.

“I think I’ll go with truth for once.” Faith said with a sigh.

“Why did you pick that costume for me?” Buffy shrugged and sat back.

Faith rolled her eyes and sighed again, then smirked at her. “Cause you’d look hot in it, of course. Didn’t ya know, B? I have it bad for ya!” Buffy turned bright red. “I’m joking. Cause I thought you’d be as humiliated in it as I would be in the cheer clothes.”

Tara reluctantly spun the bottle and it landed on herself, so she spun again. It landed on Buffy. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare?” Buffy asked, and Tara nodded. “Okay, dare.”

“I dare you to…” Tara whispered, thinking. Then she looked up and smiled at Faith. “I d- dare you to go the r- rest of the game in your b- bra and panties.”

“Tara!” Buffy shrieked. She looked reluctantly at the glass of gunk, then at Tara, then the gunk again. It would be a whole gulp if she didn’t do it, and both Faith and Willow were snickering at her. “Fine!” Before long her shirt and shorts were both laying on the ground next to her. “I’m going to get you back.”

“Sure, B.” Faith chuckled, spinning the bottle and doing her best not to stare. It landed on Tara. “Truth or dare, Blondie?”

“T- Truth. For God’s sake, truth.” Tara declared, looking carefully at Faith. Her dares were dangerous.

“Who kisses better, Spike or Red?” Faith asked with a huge grin. “And I’m -not- giving ya the option of the drink.”

“I… er…” Tara turned bright red and stammered incoherently. “Well… um… a- and… well….”

“Just let her take a sip Faith.” Willow said nervously. She really didn’t want to know.

“W- Willow… W- Willow does… S- Spike is t- terrible…” Tara stammered out, blushing. Faith smiled triumphantly at her redheaded friend as Buffy began laughing uncontrollably. Tara had never even hidden a gush over Spike’s kisses or whatnot, so she’d suspected. Now it was confirmed.

Willow spun the bottle quickly to get the subject changed, turning a red to match her hair again. Things were flashing through her head that she really didn’t need to be thinking at the moment. Only briefly was there a thought of killing Faith. Slowly the bottle landed on Tara again, and Faith raised a brow. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Tara whispered, unable to even look the girl in the eye.

“Er… um…” Willow did her best to think of something good. “I… um… I dare you to make a funny face?”

“Aw Wills, that’s terrible!” Buffy declared. “Do NOT let that dare be the one.”

“I dare you to make a funny face, at both Buffy and Faith.” Willow finalized, sticking her tongue out at Buffy. “Until you can make them laugh.”

“Okay.” Tara shrugged and smiled, relieved of that, and turned toward Buffy. Tucking her upper lip under to show her teeth, then curling her tongue and crossing her eyes, she put both index fingers to her temples and raised her brows suggestively. Buffy tried not to, but she cracked up anyway. Turning toward Faith, Tara continued to do the same thing, drawing really close to the brunette’s face. Faith just raised a brow quizzically. The game had been pretty interesting up until now, barring a certain incident with Buffy and the fact that she was still in a cheerleader outfit. Tara changed her expression slightly, and not remembering that she wasn’t supposed to laugh, Faith snickered at the fact that it was happening. Tara smiled to herself and sat back. It was Buffy’s turn.

The game went pretty smoothly after that, and though the dares and truths revealed were amusing, nothing quite as bad as the first several rounds happened. Finally, it came up to the last round, they were starting to feel a bit ill at having to sip at the stuff occasionally, and the smell was getting to them. Faith’s was the last turn to go, and she landed on Tara again. “Truth or dare, Blondie?”

“Dare?” Tara hadn’t even contemplated her answer before she realized who had just asked her. She instantly regretted it. “C- can I ch- change my choice?”

“Ya picked dare, Blondie. So either ya do the dare or take a gulp.” Faith smirked. “I dare ya ta call up your boy toy and tell him not only that ya kissed Red, here, but that she was fuckin’ awesome at it. Only ya can’t mention truth or dare once.”

Tara looked uneasily at the half full glass of goop, knowing well that she’d likely hurl if she tried to take a gulp of it. Finally she decided on something. “One c- condition. If I d- do, you have- have to answer the l- last truth I asked you.” Faith frowned. “If n- not, when I throw up from drinking it, I’ll spew on you.”

Faith seemed to gag, then finally sighed and hung her head. “My best kiss was B just then.”

“Thought so.” Tara smiled, and Faith glowered. “The only th- thing she h- had to do to m- make her boyfriends go g- googly eyed in LA was kiss them.”

“So you’re going to call him now.” Faith said, handing her the cordless phone with a smile.

Sighing and blushing again, Tara dialed the number, to be greeted by a gruff, grumpy voice. “What?!”

“Hi Spike.” Tara said shyly, knowing that the others couldn’t hear him.

“Tara babe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that… that I k- … that I kissed Willow about an hour ago.” She waited as he was silent, and heard Buffy giggling in the background, and Willow and Faith telling her to shut up. “Spike?”

“I heard them in the background, luv. Buffy dragged you into truth or dare again, didn’t she?” He asked, sounding amused. Tara murmured an affirmative. “And you ended up kissing Red?”

“Yeah… for a bit… I don’t know how long.” Tara admitted shyly.

“Was she good?” Spike chuckled, thinking about it with a leering smile.

“Very much so…” Tara breathed out in a bashful sigh, turning red. “Better than… um… never-mind.”

“Shit! Musta been hot.” Spike laughed again, hearing the way remembering it effected his girlfriend. His eyes dilated as he smiled again. “Wish I coulda seen. Ya mind repeating it for me when I’m there? Or more?”

“William!” Tara nearly shrieked.

“I think he just suggested a threesome or something from the way she’s turning into a tomato.” Buffy whispered to the other two, knowing that to be something Spike would suggest. He probably meant it too.

“No he did not just suggest a threesome.” Tara hissed, then turned red again as she realized that Spike would have heard it.

“That’s exactly what I meant, pet.” He said in a throaty voice, turning her an even brighter crimson.

“I think he just broke her.” Willow whispered, seeing the expression on her friend’s face and the flushed features. Seeing the stunned silence Tara was stuck in, and hearing the loud hellos even from where she was, she decided to take the phone. Buffy and Faith were too busy laughing. “Hello? Spike? She has to go now. I think you broke her…. Spike! That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard!”

Buffy watched, amazed, as her new, redheaded friend, hit the end button so hard she nearly broke the thing in her hand. “And do you still question me being of the dislike and wiggins with him?”

“You go out with that tactless, slobbering, incompetent sob of a boy?” Willow looked at Tara with raised brows and a skeptical face. Tara only ducked her head, finally out of it. “He asked me if I wanted to give him a few kissing demonstrations on his lower regions while you watched.”

“I’m gonna…” Faith growled, beginning the ideas of a threat as she reached for the phone and its redial button.

“I’ll make him apologize.” Tara assured, keeping the phone out of Faith’s reach. Buffy tried not to laugh too hard.

~

It was already pretty late, and by the time they’d disposed of the remaining gunk, Joyce had woken from her own sleep and insisted that they get to bed. School was in the morning after all. Willow looked up abruptly as Buffy and Faith started raising their voices in an argument. “Wear something.”

“No.”

“Put something on, Faith.”

“Not gonna fuckin happen, B.” Faith was smirking, her arms folded. “Don’t ya wish you’d let me go home?”

“Wear something to bed.” Buffy growled, looking slightly panicked. “Willow, tell her that she has to wear something to bed.”

“Yo B, I can understand ya bein uncomfortable. You’re too conservative for the likes of me. Wills and I’ll just sleep in one bed, you and Blondie can sleep in the other.” Faith suggested, then smirked and raised her brow. “Besides… think we should separate the two lovebirds anyways.”

“No.” Tara nearly yelped, and they all stared at her. “That’s no. B- Buffy kicks.”

Faith raised both of her brows at the blonde and began laughing. “Maybe we should all share a bed and let B here have her beauty rest all alone.”

“I am not going to sleep in a bed with you naked in it.” Willow said, looking disturbed. “That would just be so weird.”

“Faith, just put these on.” Buffy said, throwing a small shirt and boxers at the brunette. “Cause otherwise you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“You’re a real brat, B.” Faith said. She had to switch places with Willow, or get Tara to switch with her. There was no way she was sleeping with Buffy. Not so soon after that damnable dream.

“Do you really sleep… naked?” Tara asked in a hushed whisper. Faith smiled proudly and nodded.

“I’m sleeping with Willow.” Tara declared quickly, making the redhead laugh. Faith threw a crude gesture her friend’s way, and both girls blushed. “Faith… that’s rude.”

“But it’s fun, girlfriend!” Faith winked, and Tara and Willow immediately retreated to the shy girl’s room. Buffy glared at Faith, pointed to the clothes, then crawled into bed. “I’ll wear ‘em… but ya kick me and you’ll wake up with a black eye. We five by five?”

“Sure Faith.” Buffy grumbled, trying to get comfortable.

Faith quickly changed and sat on the side of the bed left for her and looked at the blonde. Buffy had already fallen asleep, tired. She’d had no other choice. How could she sleep naked next to the girl she’d dreamt about the previous night? Someone she really didn’t need to be dreaming about. Buffy and Tara were the first two people willing to give her a chance since Jesse and Willow, everyone else just saw a bad seed or a good time. Flirty as Buffy was, that dream would just freak her out and never become a reality, and Faith had no intention of exploring what it meant. She hadn’t dreamt of that kind of thing in ages. Looking carefully at the blonde laying next to her, she smiled and brushed some hair from Buffy’s suddenly worried brow. Probably a bad dream. She just wouldn’t sleep tonight, there were several classes she didn’t mind devoting to naps.

“Gnight B.” Faith whispered.

“Good-night Faith.” Buffy whispered back, and the brunette stared at the ceiling in shock at having found out that Buffy had still been awake for that tiny caress. The blonde rolled over and snuggled up to her. “Go to sleep.”

TBC