AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was an attempt to tell a semi-coherent story in as few words as possible. ;) But I also wrote a slightly-longer companion piece to it, that tells the other half of the tale. You can find it here as "Chapter 2" ("Poor Substitutes, redux") of this fic.
Poor Substitutes
The girl moved beneath her, squirming, clutching at the sheets and gasping the same unknown phrase over and over in Japanese.
"Open your eyes," Faith ordered, knowing the other slayer's climax was almost upon her.
She obeyed--with difficulty--and as she came, Faith searched those eyes for any trace of the girl's previous lover. Any thought, any emotion, any hint of the connection the two had forged, however brief. Because Faith knew that this was as close as she would ever get to her. As close as she'd ever get to B.
But there was nothing.
Sunrise in Tokyo was still hours away when Faith awoke, but it was time to go. She very gently tried to remove the hand on her stomach, but its sleeping owner rolled toward her and moved it up to Faith's breast, snuggled up tighter against her, and rested her head on the older slayer's shoulder.
"Love you, Buffy," she murmured, and the smile on her face hinted at a very good dream, still in-progress.
"Then you're just as stupid as I am," Faith whispered. She succeeded in extricating herself on her second attempt.
She dressed, slipped out of the room, and headed out into the night. Behind her, Satsu slept on.
** Grr! Arrgh! **