I Love How I Hate You

Thanks for those who reviewed, here's the next chapter as promised. This one is short, but I need a transitional chapter so here goes...

Buffy POV

I return to the booth to wait for Faith to bring me my
drink. Willow
is waiting there, smiling at me.

“You sure look like you’re having fun,” Willow
smirks.

“Yeah, this is the most fun I’ve had in awhile – and the
dancing is great too,” I pause and tip my head a bit to the side, “I think I
got her all hot and bothered again.
That’s perfume stuff you gave me works terrific.”

“Oh please, its Faith, do you really need to use chemical
warfare? I mean, she thinks about sex
more than Xander.”

“Well, you’re right about that, but it makes her hornier
than usual – if that’s even possible.”

“That’s certainly true…”
I raise an eyebrow.

“Why? What do you
mean?”

“She just left with Cordelia.”

“She what?!?”

Faith POV

Wow, Cordy’s a nympho, who’d a thought it?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She’s passed out right now,
wrapped up in her red satin sheets, on that lake she calls a bed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That waterbed she’s got is class=SpellE>fuckin’ awesome – and fun too – gives that ‘motion in the
ocean’ thing a whole new meaning. Her
stereo is still blaring something by Britney Spears, I don’t know how she can
listen to that. Even worse, I can’t
believe I had to listen to that during sex.
I can’t stand that crap anymore so I walk out onto her balcony and light
up a joint, she’s got an incredible view of downtown from here.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I wonder how much rent is in this…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But before I get a chance to finish my
thoughts, I feel pair of arms encircle my waist.

Resting her chin on my left shoulder she asks, “Are you
coming back to bed?”

“Actually… I think I
have to go.”

I gently lean my head against hers and hand her my smoke,
she takes a long, slow drag.

“Why?” she blows the smoke out leisurely.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Truth is, I’m not horny anymore, but I can’t
tell her that.

“I have an early morning tomorrow,” I fib, Minute="0" Hour="12">noon is early for me. I feel her tighten her
grip around my middle. I really can’t
handle her whining right now so I quickly add, “but
I’ll drop by the pool hall tomorrow, in the afternoon?”

“Okay,” she relents, handing me back my smoke.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I take one last drag, stub it out on the
railing and flick it off the balcony. I
turn around in her arms and give her a soft kiss.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As I pull away, she has this goofy lookin’
grin plastered to her face.

I think I’m gonna head home, better catch some shuteye while
I still can. When I get back to my car,
I check my cell phone and there are 37 missed calls, 19 angry text messages,
and 30 new voicemails – all from B.
Shit, I gotta see her tomorrow morn— early-afternoon.

B’s gonna be so pissed.

Oh well, it was totally worth it.