The Courtship of Buffy Summers

Ok, I know it's been like forever and a day since I've updated, but I think I'm finally getting over that very bad case of writer's block. I'll try to have another update within the next couple of days.
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Not all is well for our favorite bottled blonde at the moment. As soon as Faith left she went back into the house and had a little talk with her mother. Joyce tried to explain her side of the story, that she is only trying to protect her daughter, but Buffy would hear none of it. She got angry and started yelling at her mother out of frustration, and embarrassment. Joyce started yelling back and the two fought for a good hour or so. Then Buffy was sent to her room and is grounded until further notice.


She’s been in her room ever since, crying for who knows how long (two hours, fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds). She’s mad at herself for losing her temper with her mother because she won’t be able to go anywhere with Faith because of it. She also won’t be able to hang out with her friends after school, but she’s yet to make up with them after telling them off and storming out of the room. ‘They probably won’t want to be my friend anymore after the way I talked to them. They’re just worried about me and I had to get pissed at them for it. What is wrong with me? Please don’t answer that.’


She sniffles loudly and tries to ignore the pain in her head. ‘How come crying gives a person such a bad headache?’ she wonders as she rolls over onto her back and stares up at the ceiling. Now that she’s gotten all of her crying out of her system all she can really think about is the kiss she shared with Faith on the back porch. The soft feel of Faith’s lips pressing delicately against hers. The sensations she got when she felt Faith’s warm tongue slowly slip out of her mouth to graze her bottom lip. Then the feeling of their tongues lightly massaging against one another. The way the whole world seemed to fade away and it was just them and that perfect moment. ‘God, listen to that. You’d think I’m stuck in a romance novel or something,’ she thinks and rolls over onto her side.


She can mock this all she wants, but she knows deep down that she thinks Faith’s tongue is the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world. She doesn’t even try to stop her mind from wondering as she starts to think about that warm, soft, pink muscle that had been in her mouth earlier that night. She stops herself from thinking about all the others places that tongue would feel good rubbing against. ‘Can’t go there yet. We haven’t been dating long enough,’ she thinks to herself and gets up. She goes into the bathroom and washes off her red, blotchy, tear stained face. ‘Jeez, you don’t have to sound so mean about it,’ she thinks and gently dabs at her face with a dry towel.


She goes back into her bedroom and throws herself down on the bed in a stereotypical ‘I’m a teen and my life is going to hell’ way. She stares up at her ceiling while she contemplates the following Monday. She knows she needs to make peace with the babbling redhead, and the goofy brunette boy, but how to go about that is lost on her. She’s never had a fight with the two before, and she doesn’t know what the proper procedure would be. Should she beg, and grovel or would a simple apology work? She doesn’t know, and it’s confusing so she doesn’t want to think about it anymore.


As she’s staring up at her ceiling trying to find a new topic to think about she hears a rapping, a rapping on her bedroom window. Ok, so that doesn’t rhyme, but I’m not trying to narrate a Poe poem, so back off. Anyway, as I was saying, she hears a light tapping on her window and she looks over with a little bit of fright. She had closed the curtains to shield herself from the rest of the world, and now she can’t see who’s on the other side, lightly tapping on her bedroom window. She turns on the lamp on the nightstand by her bed and blinks from the sudden pain in her eyes. She stands up and slowly walks over to the window and grabs onto the curtain. She’s a little nervous because anyone or anything could be on the other side of the glass.


When she pulls the curtain back she can’t help but smile a little bit. The person on the other side who had been lightly rapping on the bedroom window, is Faith. The dark headed girl is squatting by the window, and smiling a small smile at the blonde. The sight of the brunette has cheered the blonde up quite a bit, but she’s cautious at the same time. ‘Why is she here? I thought she said she was going to L.A.? Oh my God, she probably had time to rethink everything and she’s here to break up with me. Well, we’re not exactly dating, I did say that I don’t want to be exclusive. So she’s here to tell me that she doesn’t want to try anymore. I’m never going to forgive Mom if that’s true.’


“What are you doing here?” she asks after she opens her window. A light breeze gently makes its way into her room, ruffling her hair a little and teasing her skin. She takes a step back and Faith sits down on the sill. “I thought you said you were going to L.A.?” ‘I hope she doesn’t think I’m not happy to see her because I am. She’s totally making this night better. How am I going to break it to her that we can’t go out on Friday? Mom never said how long I’m going to be grounded, and she never wants me to have any fun when I really need it.’


“I am, I was on my way actually. I just wanted to see you one more time before I go.” ‘Oh God, she’s so sweet. Willow and Xander are totally wrong about her. Maybe I shouldn’t apologize to them like I was going to.’ “That’s ok, right? I’m not wearing out my welcome or anything?” The brunette seems a little unsure of her decision and Buffy takes a step closer to her and gives her a soft smile.


“It’s totally ok with me. My mom on the other hand will probably skin us both alive if she sees you. After you left we kinda got into it, and I’m grounded until further notice. No friends, no going anywhere, no nothing.” She smiles and tries not to shiver when Faith reaches out and gently takes her by the hand.


“Well then we’ll just have to be quiet.” ‘Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? Did she come here thinking she could get into my panties? ‘Cause I am so not giving it up to her. We’ve only been on one date, we barely know each other. She’s crazy if she thinks that.’ “Are you ok? You look like you’re about to faint.” ‘Great, now she probably thinks I’m a freak.’ The bottled blonde lets out a little sigh and tries to think of a nice way to word this. She musters up all the courage she has and forces herself to ask the question.


“What did you have in mind?” She didn’t sound nervous like she thought she was going to. She sounded like they were having a normal conversation in a normal setting, instead of a slightly odd one, at her bedroom window. She tries not to get too caught up in the feeling of Faith’s fingers lacing through hers. Just the soft touch of the brunette’s hand is driving her a little crazy, she honestly doesn’t want to imagine what it would feel like to have their bodies withering together as they cry out in ecstasy from hours of love making. ‘Great, now I need a cold shower,’ the blonde thinks and waits for her answer.


“I thought we could talk for a few minutes. I needed to hear your voice before I go.” To the blonde’s surprise Faith actually blushes a little after that confession. ‘She’s being so sweet. I kinda do wanna have sex with her now. No, don’t think that. You don’t even know her. This could be part of her plan, if she has one.’ Then the raven haired girl raises a mischievous eyebrow, and gives off her trademark smirk. “Did you have something else in mind?” Her voice is light and playful and Buffy just blushes a little at the suggestiveness of it all.


“Not really, I just wasn’t sure what you wanted.” She looks away from the brunette because she knows how bad that sounds. She’s ashamed she even thought Faith would try to do something other then just talk, maybe some kissage. But the words of everyone around her are having an affect on her perception of the brunette girl. She looks up when she feels Faith let go of her hand. ‘Oh God, she’s mad at me, isn’t she? I threw that fit at dinner about my mom not judging her and here I am doing the same thing. She probably thinks I’m a horrible person. She hates me now.’


“It’s a little too soon for that, doncha think?” Faith asks and there’s no anger in her voice whatsoever. Buffy slightly nods her head and she’s about to apologize when Faith starts to gently caress her cheek. The blonde sucks in a lung full of air at the soft touch. They’re both silent as Faith gently rubs her thumb over Buffy’s soft cheek. Her other fingers move to the nape of the blonde’s neck. “If you wanna do something a little more we can always-” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because Buffy practically throws herself at Faith and kisses her square on the mouth. The kiss isn’t much, just the pressing of lips together. The blonde panics, thinking maybe she wasn’t supposed to do that or she’s coming across as too strong, so she pulls away, and takes half a step back. “…do that.” Flushed, the blonde has to think hard to come up with something to say.


“Yeah, we can always do that.” ‘Oh yeah, you’re just so smooth. No one would ever accuse you of being a dork.’ She wants to say something more, but abandons the idea when she feels Faith hold onto her hand and gently pulls her forward. They look deeply into each other’s eyes, and Buffy is half expecting soft background music to start playing, and a wind to pick up and blow their hair in a very romantic novel sort of way.


The kiss this time is much more then the last. It’s a slow, gentle massage of lips that feels like it could go on forever. Then Faith slightly opens her mouth and runs it along Buffy’s bottom lip. The blonde girl shivers and opens her mouth to allow the brunette access to the hot cavern. ‘I still think her tongue is the best thing in the whole, wide world. Oh God, that little swirly thing she does is going to drive me crazy. I wonder where else she knows how to do that?’ The heat is definitely rising, and the bottled blonde is starting to feel like she can forget her inhibitions and give Faith a way better goodbye, but then reality comes crashing back in one of the worst possible ways.


“Buffy lights out, it’s almost eleven o’ clock.” They rip away from each other, and Buffy whirls around at the sound of her mother’s voice on the other side of her bedroom door. She’s expecting her mom to open it to make sure that she’s complying and actually getting ready for bed. She’s tense, and waiting for her fate and silently saying goodbye to all of her friends and saying she’s sorry for every bad thing she’s ever done. But the other Summers doesn’t open the door. She simply walks into her own bedroom and shuts the door.


“Thank God,” Buffy whispers and turns back to Faith, who also looks scared and a little pale. “She would have killed us. You better go before she comes back.” The brunette nods her head and they kiss one last before she slips away into the dark cover of night. ‘Please, where did you get that, a novel from the 1920s? Nobody talks like that anymore,’ the blonde thinks and slowly closes her window. She shuts off the lamp, and lays down on her bed, and stares up at the dark ceiling, while she allows herself to fall into a peaceful slumber where dreams of Faith’s soft lips will be galore. ‘Quoth the raven, ‘nevermore’.’