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A/N: i've broke my arm. so this is just to tide y'all over until i can start writing again. i'll probably be pulling out alot of my old fics because of this. but don't all demand to have them continued, because right now it ain't gonna happen. besides, i promised oral i'd try re-starting a fic for her. enjoy.

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Buffy grinned at the silly message that was scrawled across the mirror, as she rubbed her hair with a small towel. ‘B mine’. The I was dotted with a little smiley face and caused the blonde to chuckle. This was one of the many things about being with Faith, that Buffy relished. One of the things that only she knew, that made Faith just hers.

Faith always had a shower before Buffy, because she only took five minutes and hated having a cold shower after ‘Buffy’s marathon wash down’, as she called it. And while the mirror was still covered in steam, she’d write a little silly message to her girlfriend.

There were lots of things like that. Like how Buffy would randomly find little post-it notes stuck all over the place for her to find. There was one in her shoe the other day that simply said ‘love u’. Or how she’s put her hand into her jacket pocket and find a little strawberry candy hidden in there for her. Or the treasure hunts Faith would concoct for her. She loved those.

She’d come home the other week to find a note on her door. It was a little riddle that, once she’d figured it out, lead her through to the balcony, that hung off the side of their bedroom. There, she’d found another little riddle, which lead her to another place and another note. Eight notes later, she’d arrived back at the front door, where Faith was waiting for her, picnic basket and blanket in hand.

Shaking her head, she dropped the towel into the wash basket and moved into the bedroom, pulling off the larger towel, that she’s wrapped around her waist and draping it over the radiator. A small smile twitched at the corners of her lips as she made her way around the room and picked up the trail of clothes that her darker counter part had, quite happily, thrown all over the place. Faith just didn’t care about things like cleaning up after yourself. To her, there was always something much more important for her to do, always something much more pressing.

It was as she looked up at their bed, that she out and out grinned at what she saw there. Faith had jumped into the bed, the sheet dragged half-heartedly up to her waist, before she’d slumped back into the pillows and fallen asleep. Her arm was sprawled out over Buffy’s side of the bed, her other bent at the elbow and her fingers buried in her own hair. Which was still wet, her unruly curls spiralling around her head and framing her face beautifully.

Of course, Buffy shook her head at the state of their bed linen, which was now damp from where Faith had let her head fall. 800 thread count, Egyptian cotton that Faith had *insisted* that they buy, now needed to be washed. *Again*.

Silently, she slid in between the sheets and shuffled herself closer to her girlfriend, settling her cheek down on Faith’s soft arm and smiling at the feel of her silken sink underneath her face. It was kind of freaky, how they’d very quickly discovered each other’s sleeping habits. Faith would always sleep on her back, because she had a little snoring problem, and laying on her back stopped that. Where as Buffy always slept on her front, because her tummy got cold unless she did. So really, they had fit like yin and yang.

Faith would make sure her arm was laid out so Buffy could rest her face against it, and Buffy would always make sure that her leg was cocked, her knee resting comfortingly over Faith’s thigh.

Buffy sighed softly, closing her eyes and slipping quietly into sleep.

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Faith snuffled in her sleep, her head coming up off the pillow for a second as she tried to figure out what had woken her up. Usually, she’d wake up as Buffy climbed into bed, hoping to steal a small kiss, but she’d been so wiped out from the day that she’d pretty much been dead the second her head hit feather-own.

She blinked her eyes, clearing her vision and looked down at Buffy, whose hands were softly cuddling her bicep, as she nuzzled her cheek into her elbow. She smiled softly, dropping her head back down and coughing gently. She loved the way they’d always fall asleep. It was as if they didn’t move during the night at all, because they woke up in pretty much the same positions. She loved the feel of Buffy’s leg, gently surrounding her thigh, comforting her. And yet, Buffy never pressed herself into Faith as they slept. The blondes leg, and where Buffy used her arm as a pillow, were pretty much the only parts of them that touched while they slept.

It was comfortable, it was comforting. It was them, and she loved it. Loved how Buffy could anticipate her needs before she even realised them herself.

She closed her eyes, swallowing deeply before falling half asleep, and yet still being a little bit aware of her surroundings. It was as she was drifting in that in between place, thoughts of horses running and run away clouds dancing through her mind, that she felt a warmth, slowly spreading out over her thighs and lower stomach.

She grinned softly, scratching the end of her nose as she shuffled down a little further into the bed and simply laid back and relaxed. Because right now, Buffy was once again, giving her something that she didn’t even realised she needed.

During her half awake and half asleep state, Buffy had woken and silently slid down the bed, to softly start lapping a Faith’s center. She said that she loved doing this; making love to her in the middle of the night, without Faith actually being aware enough of it to think too hard about it. She always knew when to do it too, because Faith would wake up for no good reason and jostle Buffy as she did so.

During her waking hours, Faith was far too wound up, far too aware of her and herself to be able to control herself long enough. She always came far too quickly, something her subconscious apparently didn’t appreciate so much. So while she almost slept, Buffy would spend ages gently lifting her from the bed and bringing her to that peak, before softly dropping her off the edges, letting her fall comfortably into sleep.

She sighed, feeling Buffy’s hair tickling her inner thighs, as a deep seated warmth slowly spread out from her groin, encompassing her entire body with a soft lapping heat, before she slipped silently back into sleep.

As the chosen two both fell back to sleep, they wouldn’t have been surprised that it was with thoughts of the other.


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