The Other Lehane

FIC: The Other Lehane NC-17

AUTHOR: faith_b

EMAIL: faith_boreanaz@yahoo.co.uk

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: Buffy/Faith vs Buffy/Chas

SUMMARY: When Faith realises she’s totally head over heels in love with Buffy Summers, she decides to throw caution to the wind and make a move. Enter Chastity ‘Chas’ Lehane ; Faith’s chick-lovin’, skirt chasin’ baby sis… True love vs true lust with Buffy’s panties as the prize? Let the games begin.

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A/N: I barely have time to update fics these days... So, I thought I’d start a brand new one! Plus this fic is taking up brain space, so I thought I’d get it out there and clear up some cells… Cheers for coming along on the ride... Big kiss to you! faith_b xo

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~ The Other Lehane ~

Faith's POV :

The music's blaring at the Bronze tonight. Some dance/techno shit's pumping base through the dance floor and it's vibing up the table a storm. I look at the drinks on the table shakin' to the track and see that they've got Buffy's attention too.

We lock eyes and chuckle together.

She moves from her spot across the small table and sits right next to me. I catch the scent of the perfume she's wearing and it's the Fresh Blossom designer
spray I got her for her b-day just gone. It smells so good on her, my mouth's watering a little.

"I'm in Miami, bitch... Put your hands up?" She echoes the track. "Kids these days, huh?"

I laugh real loud... Like crazy loud. "Yeah... Totally."

She looks at me strange and I don't blame her.

"Okay, you've had way too many of these, lady," She says talkin' about my Jack 'n Coke in front of us. "I'm cutting you off."

She doesn't know I've barely even had any; got no idea that it's her that's making my insides total and complete mush right now. So I play along and pick up my liquor.

"No way! I'm good for another couple - you know that."

She laughs her `Buffy' laugh and says, "True. This is, what, your fourth? You're good for another three and half before you make with the crazy-talk and passing out."

She knows me so well. Like, she puts in the time to, y'know? It makes me that much more nuts about her.

"So, uh, B..." I take a sip of my jack & coke to get some liquid down my throat, `cause right now it's dry as *fuck*.

"Yeah?"

You know how we hang out every other night and well, most of every other day? Well, I've kinda sorta fallen for you. Just wondering if ya feel it too; maybe wanna crank this thing between us up a notch?

"Uh, nothing." I chicken out. I look around the Bronze trying to come up with something - anything – to say, so I don't let on how nervous I am. "Uh.. Wicked band tonight, huh?"

"The `Miami Bitch' guys?" She says lookin' at me all intense like I'm talkin' stupid without even needin' the extra drinks – which I guess I kinda am since these guys blow. "Faith, are you ok?"

"Yeah. I mean... Yeah." Oh God. "Totally."

"Did something happen at college today? `Cause you've kinda been making with the quiet-girl routine all night... You haven't even asked me to dance yet."

Damn. She's noticed a difference in how I'm acting. There I was thinkin' I was getting away with it. She's right, I would usually be all over her on a Friday night – the whole girl-on-girl thing works a treat when we're trying to score... But now that she's the only one that I'm trying to score with; the only one I wanna be all over-

"Check you out big sis."

I look up and my JD/Coke mix leaves my mouth at like 100miles per hour. I'm probably as white as a sheet. "Chas?"

Chastity "Chas" Lehane. My sister... My little sister who's supposed to be far away in Missouri. I haven't seen her in a couple years. She's taller, probably almost as tall as me now.

"The one and only... Grams doesn't count."

She spins the chair across us around, sitting on it, its front to her front. She leans forward on it a little, sticking out her hand to Buffy.
"You must be Buffy. She's cute, Fai – just like you said in your letter."

B looks at me with an eyebrow raised and I take another swig of my drink. Jesus, she's been here five minutes and she's already stirrin'.

"Nice to meet you," Buffy says back, a little more cheery than I'd like.

"Pleasure's mine for sure, B." Brat reaches for my glass, but I pull it outta reach real quick. "Hey!" She whines. She pouts at me like she used to when she was younger and she wanted something. "Buy me a drink?"

"In four years, sure."

"Like you never boozed it up when you were underage. `Sides, they don't got Sprite here?"

I glare at her. "What the fuck're you doing here?"

"Got kicked outta school - finally! Drag is mom went ape-shit. Wonders what she did to the big guy to make him give her two fuck-ups for daughters." She leans in her chair and steals some of my wings, chewin' on them with the biggest grin.

"So, I figured whatever's keepin' you out here; gotta be worth it, right? Hopped on the first train out and the rest is herstory."

I scoff. "Hope that ticket's a return."

"Nah-uh. I'm setting up shop, big sis. Come on two Lehanes in one town; we'll take this place by storm."

This isn't happening.

Buffy stands up real sudden. "I think I'll go and get us all some more drinks; give you two some time to catch up."

"You don't have to-" I start.

"Thanks, B." Chas cuts me off and Buffy leaves us two.

Lil' sis watches her walk away for a bit, then turns back to me.
"Damn, are all the girls here this cute?"

I catch her eyeing Buffy up like that again and she's gonna be doing it outta a black eye. "She's off limits."

"Why? She got a boyfriend... Girlfriend?" She's got a wicked grin on her face.

"Somethin' like that, yeah."

She reaches for the Buffalo wings again, but I swat her hand off just in time. Brat's holdin' her hand like I stabbed it or something. Then she looks like she's twigged onto something. "Oh man, you're into her."

"Huh? Nah."

"Fuck that. It's written all over your face, Fai. Remember when you were all into that girl Melissa? Ya had that same sappy-ass look on your face you got on now."

"Shut up."

"I'm way off?"

"So far you can't even see the ramp, brat."

"And she's fair game?"

Ok, for the second time, my drink goes shooting out my mouth. I wipe it with the back of my hand. "Why?"

"`Cause, I haven't had a good roll for a while and she looks like she'd be a good lay."

"Keep dreamin', Chas. B's way outta your league. Plus she's straight-"

"'Til wet, Fai. `Til wet. Fifty says I'm in her panties by Sunday."

I laugh. She's outta her mind. "Fuck that! Make it a hundred! And I'll even lower the bar for you and give ya two weeks."

"You're on! `Cept, I don't have a hundred bucks."

"You have a one way ticket the fuck outta Sunnydale then?"

B comes back with the drinks and Chas gets that cocky grin on again. "Alright, deal."

"Your Sprite." She lays it down on the table but hands me a JD neat. "Well, I see no broken bones. I take it all is well?"

"Five by five," Chas answers for us. "Thanks for the liquids, Buffy."

"You're welcome." B takes her seat next to me again, but turns her body so as she's facing the brat. "So, how do you like Sunnydale so far?"

"Y'know I thought it'd be dull at first… But things are looking up," kid sis answers back, giving B a wink that I know was meant for me.

And it hits me, just like that: This is gonna be one fucked up couple of weeks.

TBC...