Her eyes glazed as they took in the beautiful form in front of her. The body seemed to glow under the sun, a permanent light that never seemed to fade from her edges.
Yet still, her eyes remained black. Still, her skin was a dead white. Still, her thoughts where focused on her possession—on her golden beauty.
The beauty turned and smiled, reaching out to touch her cheek. She growled and closed her black eyes, letting the hand caress her—sooth her.
"Better now?"
"Yes."
"We should go home."
"Yes."
"I Love you, Faith." Now she opened her black eyes and took the beauty in her arms, growling as she held her with the strength befitting a beast.
"I Love you, my Buffy." Buffy smiled up at her, leaning to kiss her still black lips, and turned to place her small hands on the wheel of the old-fashioned wooden ship that they stood on.
Faith slid her hands from the beauty's waist, across her sides, over her shoulders and arms to rest over her hands. They sailed home, to the shores of the Forgotten and to the other blonde that waited for them.
