This is a state of electrical shock.
Heated and shockingly wonderful.
Everything around them, the building, the books, the very particles in the air,
Are charged.
Igniting, from their friction.
The crackling air, before a blow,
And the resounding boom, of the thundering hit,
Match the storms brewing inside them.
Neither of them is sure who crosses the line from fiery rage,
To burning lust.
But one of them does.
And now Buffy is kissing Faith.
And Faith is kissing Buffy.
They feel a different kind of throb, not from where a blow lands, it's lower.
More aching. It's in their cores.
Their kissing releasing the storm of pent up emotions.
Of need.
Of want.
Of love?
Buffy shifts her leg between Faith's and they revel in this new type of friction.
They're now in a state of a different kind of shock.
Far better than the last.