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Disclaimer in chapter one

Sorry it's been so long guys, I kinda lost the comical edge that this fic needed. I got stuck in the angsty side of stuff, that's what demon spawn women do to you. But here it is, and I hope you all like it. Thanks so much for following this for such a long time...






The evening soon drew in and Faith stood in her shower contemplating the evening’s possibilities. This competition had to draw to a close tonight, and she had to win even if just for the bragging rights. Besides, it was getting harder and harder not to cross the line with Buffy tempting her at every moment.

She floated out of the shower wrapped in her robe. Faith sat down on her bed towelling off her hair. She looked over to her dresser; a picture of her and Buffy the first summer they spent together. She sighed out, this game had tested her.

It was no secret Faith wanted Buffy; she had tried to tell her so many times. But she was so scared oh what would happen, even her attempt on patrol she was deadly petrified of the consequences. Maybe after tonight she could change things, maybe she could finally let it all go. Sure Buffy would probably laugh in her face, or worse.

She sighed out once more. “You really have no idea do you B.” Their playful nature was always her way of actually getting close to Buffy, something she could never have done in the past.

Faith spent the next half hour just selecting the outfit she was going to wear. It had to be special, it had to scream out. Along with her “fuck me” charm she was sure to rule the club tonight. Just as long as Buffy noticed.

Buffy was at home with Willow, almost just as wigged.

“Will help me here, I’m in crisis mode! I can’t find the right outfit!” She slumped on her bed with a high grade pout.

“Chill out Buffy, it’s not like an impending apocalypse or a major big bad is knocking at your door.” Willow was carefully picking up and folding the clothes Buffy had cast out of her closet.

“No I guess it isn’t. It’s like seven of them all rolled into one.” She fell back onto the bed. “It has to say something, make a statement. Something like ‘here I am’ or ‘take me now’ that sort of vibe.”

Willow stood there and pondered for a moment. She waved her arms about creating a small green glow in the centre of the room. The glow emitted an impressive pouf and laid out clothing on the bed.

“Here you go Buffy; she’s gotta love that! And if she doesn’t I’ll personally jinx myself.” She sported a proud smile as Buffy checked out the outfit with a wicked grin.

“Will, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a million times more I’m sure, but you are a god damn genius and I love you!!” Buffy squealed as she grabbed her best friend and danced around the room.

A few hours later Faith was already at the Bronze in their usual booth; closest to the dance floor for those spur of the moment boogies. She was mindlessly swilling her drink too preoccupied trying to predict the evening’s events. She didn’t even notice Willow or Xander sit down in the booth with her.

“Oh, shit you guys scared me! I didn’t see you sit down, how’s it going?”

Willow and Xander said their hello’s before taking up some meaningless conversation.

“If you guys are here, where the hell is B at?” Faith swigged hard on her drink and emptied the glass.

“She’s at the bar getting you two a drink.”

Faith nodded still preoccupied. She took in a deep breath, her nostrils flare as she takes in an all too familiar smell.

“Becky? It can’t be,” Faith’s head snapped up at the smell, Willow couldn’t hide the look of shock in her face at Faith’s reaction.

“Close,” Buffy sidled into the booth with two drinks her tall usual cocktail and Faith’s regular hardy whiskey.

Faith knocked back the drink in one go the panic set in her eyes as memories flooded back. The scent was working its magic in her already.

She looked up at Buffy and her jaw almost hit the table. She was wearing a pair of not so loose black pants showing off her curvaceous thighs. She also had a low white corset that allowed a good look at her ample chest. Above that she wore a shirt collar and tie separate to her outfit with her suit jacket to top it all off.

Faith was lost in her imagination. Her hormones had taken control of almost everything in her; it was all she could do to not jump the table and take her there and then. She couldn’t deny that Buffy looked hot, but that perfume; damn it was controlling her again.

“Excuse me guys,” Faith rose from her seat and almost ran into the bathroom; Buffy exchanged shocked looks with Willow and Xander before following the fleeing slayer.

“Faith, Faith are you in here? Talk to me honey, what’s wrong?” Buffy went across the entire room pushing the stall doors until she came to one. She gently pushed it open to see Faith sat on the cistern dragging heavily on a cigarette.

“Faith, you’re shaking, are you alright?” Buffy tried to get into the cubical and closer to Faith.

“I’m fine B really, you just caught me by surprise that’s all. I suppose you win then huh. I got bugged out and split.” Faith released a long held sigh.

“Oh Faith, I don’t care about this silly game anymore. It always ends up with one of us getting upset- I think a heightened ego is wrapped into the slayer bag too.” Faith smiled a little,

“Come here Faithy, its ok,”

Buffy pulled Faith from the toilet and opened her arms to her, Faith needed no encouragement she let Buffy hold her. She rested her head in the nape of Buffy’s neck; inhaling deeply the beautiful scent.

“How did you know I love this perfume? It drives me wicked crazy B, I’ve been trying not to take you right there in the club.” She smiled against Buffy’s neck nuzzling her softly.

“Just a little magic and a devilish imagination.” Buffy ran her hands all over Faith’s back; she leaned her head in carefully and gently placed butterfly kisses up Faith’s neck to her ear,

Faith breathed out warm air against Buffy melting into the embrace and relishing the tentative touch of the lips against her.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming this B, tell me that all of this is real,” Hands found purchase in the raven locks,

“I’m right here Faith, you’re right here in my arms, forever.”

With that Faith began to return the soft caresses that Buffy was offering her. Something just told her that rough and ready weren’t quite appropriate, she was too happy to melt at the feather light touches from the blonde angel holding her.

“As much as I really don’t want this to end B, aren’t Xander and Willow gonna be wondering where we are?” Faith rested a hand on Buffy’s hip while she lazily drew patterns on the smaller woman’s back. Buffy moaned out a little into Faith at the gentle tickle.

Buffy whispered into Faith’s ear, “I suppose, come on. We can carry on somewhere a little more comfortable than a club bathroom,”

The two slayers left the bathroom and made their way back to the booth by the dance floor hand in hand. There was a note on the table,

“Guess they went home, so it’s just us Faith, what do you wanna do?”

“I think we should follow suit, for some reason this isn’t really my taste this evening.” Buffy just smiled sweetly making Faith blush, they walked through the crowd ignoring the cat calls.

The smitten pair walked unusually slowly towards the Summer’s residence. Walking inside Buffy lead Faith into the living room, she sat on the sofa guiding the younger woman with her. Faith was only too happy to oblige, she carefully rested her weight on top of Buffy. She rested her head again in the nape of her neck breathing in as much of her scent as possible.

Her usual vanilla shampoo wasn’t what was comforting her this evening, the perfume had calmed Faith. She was like a baby again, happy just to nestle in the soft skin of the older slayer.

“Are you ok Faith, you seem distracted. What happened to the rough and hardy girl I know and love?” Buffy stroked the dark hair as she settled in the moment.

“I don’t know, I just, that just doesn’t seem right at the moment, I just want to hold you and kiss you, and, and, and I want to love you. Just like I do now,”

Faith raised her head and finally pressed her lips to Buffy’s. Their lips slid over each other neither fighting for the dominance just relishing the moment and the feeling. They soon became lost in the experience of each other, exploring and pushing for more.

“It’s getting late Faith,” Faith’s face fell,

“I guess you want me to leave huh,” Something was telling her it was all too good to be true.

“Oh God no! I was just saying that it’s about time to, to ah, head up, to bed.” Buffy bit her lip and looked away unsure whether Faith would understand let alone want to go with her.

Faith rose up off of Buffy; she shivered slightly at the loss of the heat Faith had provided. Reaching out Faith extended her hand to the smaller woman; smiling Buffy happily took it. Faith pulled her into her arms once more, she finally felt happy, smiling she carefully lifted the blonde into her arms.

“Faith what are you doing?” Buffy was laughing at the cheesy gesture but played along.

She carried her up to her room once again but rather than cursing about it, this was something she had wanted for so long. Again she carefully placed her angel down on the bed. Buffy dragged her up to straddle the blondes waist.

"I guess we're gonna find out who come's out on top," Faith smirked and winked at Buffy,

"I'll take that bet Faithy, game on!"



The end.


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