Summary: Buffy complains about Faith getting a slurpee.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS
Rating: T
Fun with a Slurpee:
Faith chuckled at the grossed out look she earned from Buffy as she slurped loudly from her icee blue beverage.
"I can not believe I actually let you buy one of those" Buffy dramatically shuttered in disgust, glaring at her girlfriend as they exited the 7 11. Buffy grimaced, yet another loud slurping sound pervaded the air. Faith just laughed at the blonde's reaction and used her free hand to grab hold of Buffy's, lacing their fingers.
"Who said I bought it?" Faith grinned at Buffy, seductively placing the straw between her teeth as she talked.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes, flirting mercilessly with a 17 year old 7 11 clerk, who probably hasn't even gotten to second base with his girlfriend, for a free slurpee is soo noble."
Faith chuckled and flashed Buffy a cheeky grin
"Oh come on B, slurpees are wicked awesome and that boy looked like he could use a little…working up" she waggled her eyebrows at Buffy. The blonde scoffed at her girlfriend and tried to pull her hand away. Faith held on tighter and slurped loudly from her icee, loving the fact that it grossed Buffy out so much.
"Oh come on, B. You do a bunch of shit that grosses me out. You don't see me acting all dramatic and shit to get you to stop."
Buffy snorted in amusement.
"Like what?" The blonde challenged. Faith shrugged.
"You blast those closet-case boy bands 24/7 and never let me listen to my music, unless I have head phones. You've slept with dead guys, you pick your teeth when you think no one's looking, you eat your yogurt in a way that looks like your given' head to the spoon, you clip your nails and don't remember to pick them up, so me, Red, and Ken step on em, you-"
"Okay! Okay, I get your point. Just drink the damn slurpee and let's go home."
Faith grinned again and gave the blonde a quick peck on the cheek, Buffy flashed her girlfriend a soft smile. Faith smiled back and chuckled to herself, amused by the blue lip-shaped smudge that she had left on Buffy's cheek.
End
A/N: My ingenius thought process for making this fic "Hmm...slurpees. Good. Fuffy.Awsome...lightbulb goes off...flickers...goes out again dammnit!...light bulb goes off again woohoo!