Just another Day in paradise.
Buffy woke up feeling warm and alone. Warm, and alone. She took a moment, as she did every
Morning lately, to just bask. Her blond hair was blown across her face, like as though she had been caught in a windstorm. As she stroked a hand down her body, she was still warm in many places from last night. The new morning air was cooling against her thighs as she sadly, lifted the sheets and sat up naked. She looked around, feeling a crazy calm. The room had a lingering smell of, of,? Cigarettes? But kind of sweet. Must be that new brand of Faith's. They advertised leaving a nice warm cinnamon smell. Buffy didn't know about that, but they didn't smell like the usual horrible smoke smell that always woke her up waaayyy too early. She thought back. There had been a storm last night. That's right. Uh huh. A storm. She smiled, remembering. She had especially loved storms, ever since she started dating Faith. Last night, it had been like Faith was somehow, channeling the storm. She remembered Faith ridding her naked last night, moving her body in time with the flashes of lightening. She had run her fingers through her hair, then wrapped them around Buffy's neck, leaned down and kissed her. Slowly. All while she swayed her body, forward and back.
Straitening her hair, barely at all, Buffy walked out into the hallway naked and into the bathroom. She hummed a little tune to herself as the warm water poured down over her face and body. As she got dressed, formal today, she opened her closet and smiled. Again. Inside, hanging on a hook, was a wedding dress. Elegant, white with little flowers cut into the bottom along the see through lace. It was simple, yet beautiful. The wedding was set for two months away. Halloween. The one night when supposedly, nothing would ever happen. So she usually had the night off. Faith had proposed to her about five months ago. Just a few minutes after "accidently" killing Warren. Buffy had just smashed the orbs he was holding. Gave him extra wicked mojo, when Faith kicked him in the face. Too hard. It shattered his skull. In all the confusion of the dead body, and Andrew and Johnathan escaping. Buffy hadn't even noticed that Faith had gotten down onto her knees at first. Then she said yes. And had been saying it every night since. Now, she was just waiting for her happy day. She just had to survive this first. A symbol of unspeakable evil. A few more days, and then all hell would break lose.
When she got downstairs, the argument had already started. "Look! I'm a young woman now! I can easily walk to school!" Dawn shouted. Faith didn't even bother to lower the newspaper as she responded. "Look rug rat. Papa has spoken. Besides, you're the one who wants to go to school in Hell." Faith smiled at herself at the papa comment. She could do this, have sex with Buffy all night long. Check. Lounge around in a sports bra and panties only while smoking a cigar and reading the newspaper. Double-check. Keep rug rat in line, and try to at least teach SOME sort of ethics to her. Check. Oh yea. Life was good. And speaking of good, her royal sexiness was walking down the stairs wearing breezy white top and white pants. Very lovely, in a mom kind of way. "Not in hell. On hell!" You didn't EVEN attend!" Dawn tried to engage Faith, who just sat back and smiled, imagining Buffy coming over and stratling her in those white pants. "Look. I said no. You want a different answer, ask your mom!" Buffy had legally adopted Dawn as her daughter after their mother's death. It didn't seem necessary at the time, but Giles had assured her, it would save paperwork and help ensure legal powers of guardianship remain with Buffy, no matter what. Dawn started to turn towards Buffy, came to her senses , and kept turning and went back into the living room. Buffy sat down at the table. "Morning B.. eautiful!" Faith dragged out her usual greeting and changed it, to reflect her satisfied mood. "I have to take Dawn in to school today. Got to meet this principal Wood, and find out how screwed we are. Got to plan for what's next. Oh. And why do YOU keep getting to be Papa? I thought we were sharing the dominance in this house?" Buffy asked coyly. "We are," Faith said, not looking up. "But do you really want me to give you the castration test again B?" Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes with a smile. The castration test was something they had come up with a few years ago, that basically boiled down to a single question. Your daughter, Dawn is made pregnant by a one night stand with a total loser who then dumps her the next day. Which are you? The parent who deals with the emotional daughter and gives reassurance, or the parent who drags the little piece of shit out into the hall, tears his pants off with your bare hands, and then cuts off his manhood with a steak knife while everyone watches and screams in the middle of the classroom? She wouldn't mind castrating anyone who hurt her sist… her daughter. But that left Faith to be the reassuring one. It didn't just seem emotionally healthy to have a pregnant Dawn handed a shotgun, and told to aim at a manikin's genitals at a shooting range, and have Faith yell, "Now fire!"
"Fine. I'm the girl." Buffy said with a sad smile. "After all," she thought. Faith swears, drinks and smokes like a sailor. Why not make her the father. She giggled at the thought of Faith in a sailor's uniform. Then thought about it a different way. A nice quiet, sexy kind of way. "Yea, and a sexy girl at that! Speaking of which," Faith slid a box across the table. "Here. I got this for you." Buffy quickly opened the box. Faith almost never gave her little gifts. Besides weapons, and the like. She gasped. Tucked inside was a pair Irish Crystal earrings. Buffy had spotted them in a jewelry store at the mall earlier that week. But she was sure Faith had been focusing on the crossbows in the window of the hunting store across the walkway at the time. "Faith! Oh my god! They're beautiful!" Buffy walked right over around the table, pulled Faith's head back, and kissed her upside down. Slowly. She ran her fingers through Faith's hair as she continued to kiss her. Moaning slightly as she did. " Ohh. Yesss." Faith moaned as she pulled away, and turned around, pulling Buffy down onto her lap. "I found out the shop owner was a demon. Nice guy. Just wants to buy into the whole American dream. So we made a deal, those earrings for his ass not getting sliced! Now we're 5 by 5!" She said licking her lips and drawing closer to Buffy's. "Faith, when I'm done at school, let's head to the training area behind the magic Box. I feel the need for a workout." She said, so close now, she could lick Faith's face. Faith pulled back a little to be coy. "No weight lifting. Won't be much of a workout." She said smiling. "Oh but I disagree". Buffy said, biting Faith's bottom lip and smiling. "Stretching, flexing, moving and testing every muscle we have. Rolling, falling, gripping the wooden banisters unto you feel the wood crack, then splinter and explode under your fingers as your partner rides you for hours, more and more. Sounds like quite the workout to me." Buffy was now sliding Faith's sports bra off as Faith smiled and added, "Such a workout may take a while you know." "Hours." Buffy said, breathing in Faith's smell as she began kissing her breasts all over..
"Hey Guys! Xander's here with the plans!" Dawn called from the living room, thus totally killing the moment. "Right. Ha ha." They both laughed, Faith putting her bra back on. "Yea. You should get dressed." "Will do. Meet you at the Magic Box later? Faith asked, physically grabbing Buffy's ass and waist with both hands and pacing her on the table, so she could get up. "Yea Faith. Ughh hmmm. Looking forward to it." Buffy smiled, watching Faith twitch her rear as she walked up the stairs. "Oh well," she thought. "Just another day in paradise."