Here's another random B/F story that I've been working on. Let me know what you think of it and if there should be more. Thanks for reading!!

Part 1

Ever have one of those perfect relationships? Ya know, the kind that is so easy it makes you wonder if it's really real? I had one once. And no, it wasn't with a vampire. It was a real live person that loved me, not a cardboard cutout. Sorry, Riley. Anyways, this relationship was different than anything I'd ever had. It had me doing really silly things all the time. I suddenly found myself buying things in twos, smiling for no reason and humming without warning.

My friends were thrilled after the initial shock of things. We had just settled in Cleveland when the whole relationship started. Neither of us were expecting it to even start. I think it honestly caught us both by surprise and it caught the rest of them by even more of a surprise.

Anyways, like I said, it made me do all these silly things. I made sure I only had the best sheets on the bed, I made sure I always had her favorite beer in the fridge and when I signed us up for a cell phone plan together I even made sure to buy her one of those phones with the built in keyboard so she could text Kennedy whenever she wanted to without too much trouble. She loved it.

After the fall of Sunnydale the two of us stayed with the gang until the Council was up and running and then we left. Nobody said a word. They all understood that being the Chosen Two was enough for the seven or so years we kept Sunnydale safe. We left everything in the very capable hands of Giles, Willow and Kennedy and took some time for ourselves.

First we traveled around the world. We took Dawn with us to France, but she quickly grew tired of Faith slamming me against the wall of our adjoining rooms while she fucked the hell out of me so she took a flight home after a few weeks.

We went back to Cleveland eventually. Once we drank our way through Italy we moved on to Spain. Our days were spent on the beach, Faith looked amazing in the white two-piece I bought for her in the resort gift shop. Her skin turned six shades darker and she looked hot as hell with a tan. She had guys following her around everywhere she went, but she would just catch my eye and wink and smile and I knew I had nothing to worry about with any of them. It made me feel really special to know that she was mine and I was hers.

So our nights were spent in the club dancing and drinking or we just stayed in bed and ordered room service. We spent so many nights with me licking ice cream, chocolate sauce and whipped cream off her belly and other various parts of her body. I know the maid service must have either hated us or wondered what the hell was going on all those nights…or both.

All I really wanted was to show her the world. I just wanted to show her that there were things and people and places out there that didn't have to be dark reminders of who she used to be and where she came from. We had a nearly limitless credit card courtesy of the Council and I put it to good use on anything and everything for her. We went swimming with the dolphins and parasailing, we stayed in private villas and we ate only the best. I still remember sitting on the terrace of one of our suites feeding her chocolate dipped strawberries and loving the way they made her eyes roll back in her head and her dimples flash. We shared candlelit dinners that were intimate and romantic and once Faith got over the initial stubbornness of me being romantic and sweet and gentle with her, I think she really began to like it.

Anyways, we came back eventually and Giles had us moved into the Council building. We each got our own apartment, thinking it probably would be best to have our own space since we'd only been together for a few months. We didn't spend a night apart for six months and then one night she decided to stay at her place and that I should stay at mine.

Ever have one of those stomachaches when something is definitely wrong with your relationship and you seem to be the only one that doesn't know what that is? She called me to tell me to stay home one night, she said she needed to think and she needed to think alone. I don't think I got out of bed for two days after that. I figured that was the end and it hurt so bad I could barely breathe. Dawn and Willow both really tried to be there to comfort me, but their time was limited with baby slayers running all over the place so I spent most of those days alone in bed.

Xander came to my apartment one of those mornings and made me coffee and sat on the end of the bed waiting for me to say something…anything. He decided after a while that if I wasn't going to talk, he would and he told me about Faith. He told me that she'd done nothing but drink her way through the days we'd been apart and he and Kennedy peeled her up off the floor, drunk as hell, for three nights straight. He wanted me to talk to her. I just wanted to cry.

When he left I got up and showered and went off to find her. I really didn't have to look far, her apartment was across the hall from mine and her door was unlocked. When I entered, I was almost positive her place had been robbed, but it was apparently just a bitch fit. She was sitting in the corner of the room nursing a beer looking like shit.

"Faith, what are you doing?" I asked her softly, hoping she'd let me get close enough to really get a good look at her.

She just shook her head and took a long drag of a cigarette. "What are you doing with me, B?"

I approached her slowly and stopped short when she help up a hand to stop me. "Faith, what's wrong? Tell me what's going on and I can help."

She shook her head again and I noticed tears in her eyes. "Just go away. Just leave me alone."

My stomach sank and my head swam as I desperately tried to think back to something, anything I'd done over the last seventy-two hours that could have made her this upset with me. "Faith, baby, please tell me what's going on. What did I do to make you this upset?"

Suddenly she met my eyes and I was shocked to see how empty and cold they were. "I'm not your baby." She clenched her jaw and I watched her swallow back tears. "I don't want to do this anymore with you. I don't want to be with you. Leave me alone."

I think those words literally knocked me back a step and I felt tears well up and my throat close up. "Faith, you don't mean that. I love you."

She suddenly stood up in an angry flash and nearly knocked me over when she stumbled drunkenly. "Don't say that! You don't love me and you know damn well I don't love you. You were just a good fuck. Slayer stamina is more powerful than you realize. Leave me the hell alone."

Hurt, and frazzled, I left. I didn't say another word, but one last look into her eyes before I closed the door behind me had me positive she was hurting just as bad as I was and I couldn't figure out what made her say the things she did that night. Little did I know, I wouldn't get the chance to find out for two years.

part 2

Two years ago she left. She left the Council, she left all her friends and she left Buffy. I know better than anyone that my sister has never had the best taste in men. Angel was so totally all wrong for her, the whole destined mortal enemies thing was sort of a relationship killer from the start. Riley was so boring he made watching paint dry seem like a super fun afternoon activity. Spike, I love him, but again with the mortal enemy thing and, of course, the almost raping her thing. I really thought Faith would be different. I don't know why, now that I think about it. Faith tried to kill every last one of us at one point or another. But Buffy was so happy with her. They made me want to puke with how sappy and lovey dovey they were in Europe.

I didn't see her for two weeks after Faith left. She hid in her room and I'm not entirely sure she moved from her bed or even ate. I'm sure Willow did some magic to keep her from starving or something. It was really hard for all of us to just sit and wait for Buffy to feel better. When she emerged from her room, she started drinking a lot and she wouldn't really let anyone get close to her. And I don't just mean in a 'get close to her heart' kind of thing…she literally wouldn't let anyone touch her.

She was absolutely devastated when Faith left. Buffy is the kind of person that's so loyal she really takes offense when the people she loves and the people she's most loyal to aren't loyal back to her. Buffy loves with everything she has inside her. When Faith screwed her over the first time, she decided that hating Faith was far less painful than missing her, so she just got angry. This time wasn't quite the same. I could almost feel her heart breaking every time Faith's name came up in conversation or any time we found something of hers lying around. Tears would well up in her eyes and her chin would quiver and she would get herself as far away from whatever it was that reminded her of Faith as quickly as she could. I mentioned her name once and Buffy didn't look at me for a week. It was bad.

part 3

There's nothing worse than when your gut feelings and instincts come true. I knew she was going to leave me and I couldn't do anything to stop her. It took me months to get over her. I didn't go out, I didn't teach any classes, I didn't do much but drink and smoke entirely too much.

We didn't hear a word from her for a year. At least I didn't. Willow and Giles exchanged funny looks now and then and it made me wonder sometimes what they knew and weren't sharing. I picked up a Council line once when Andrew wasn't around to get it and it was her. She stuttered through about forty-seven seconds of awkward nonsense before Giles picked up and I was saved from having to stumble through any more conversation with her. I remember getting really drunk that night and cursing her name the next day when I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a dump truck.

I feel like the person who suffered the most because of Faith being totally selfish and leaving me was Dawn. I spent all that time in my own world, missing Faith and drinking to forget her that I totally ignored Dawn and everyone else. Willow had Kennedy and Xander had a new slayer that he met and fell head over heels for. Giles had the Council to run and even Andrew met someone. Dawn was sort of left to her own devices for far too long and guilt ate at me for months because of the way I acted after she left. When I finally woke up from my heartbreak haze, I found that she had become a full-fledged watcher and had taken on some of the responsibility in actually helping Giles run the Council. Talk about weird. I spent the year after she left just trying to get over her. I knew that my relationship with her was without a doubt my one great love and it was gone.

part 4

I somehow managed to let Willow and Kennedy take me out to a club one night. I went along with it mostly because when Willow gets stubborn about something and puts on her "face", I pretty much do what she says…mostly out of fear. She went on and on about how it was time to move on and it had been over a year and I needed to get out. Anyways, I found myself getting entirely too drunk at a table by myself as I watched my best friend get nearly molested by her girlfriend on the dance floor of their favorite girly club and I was shocked when I was joined at the table by a stunning brunette.

I can't say that before Faith I had a type that I went for…well I guess the tall, dark, dangerous, killer type that looked really hot in leather was my type, but that's beside the point. Anyways, this girl was gorgeous. She was in great shape, she had dark, wavy hair and dark, pouty eyes. She was hot and I wanted to cry with how much she reminded me of Faith. Instead I took a shot. I think at that point I was so drunk I had no idea what I was doing so I let her lead me to the dance floor and felt a tingle travel up my spine when her breath tickled my neck as she pulled me close during one particularly dark and sexy song. I had to ignore the looks Willow and Kennedy shot me as I wrapped an arm around her waist and made a conscious decision to just go with it. Her name was Jennifer.

She wanted me to go home with her that night, but I somehow managed to graciously decline…but not before giving her my number. Like I said, she was hot but I was way too drunk. She called me two days later and we went out on a date. Like a real date. Before my date with her, the last date I'd had was with Wood the night that Xander almost got gutted over the seal. I have to say that the gang was pleased that I seemed to be getting on with my life and I have to admit, it felt good to go out and not have everything remind me of her and what we had.

It didn't take many more dates for me to completely freak out about dating this new girl. Her fingers grazing my arm or her breath tickling my neck was enough to have me humming. Her kiss left me wanting more and it was getting to the point in the relationship where we seriously started contemplating sleeping together. I was definitely ready, but scared to death I'd forgotten everything I'd learned sleeping with Faith. If you honestly don't have a clue how intimidating women are, try sleeping with one…then they get scary intimidating.

One horribly uncomfortable conversation with Willow later, I was feeling somewhat better about my dilemma and I felt like I might actually be ready. It only took two more dates for it to actually happen and I hate to say it but the whole experience left something to be desired. Jen was far more emotionally expressive than Faith was in bed. It took me months to convince Faith that she didn't have to slam me into a wall or a door or the side of a shower while we had sex. There was no lovemaking. It was fucking. Plain and simple. After the fight with the First we both had enough pent up energy to fuel a fleet of jets and that was really the only way to get it out. It took a few months but one night in Spain, she finally allowed me to lead her to bed and worship her body. I poured every emotion and feeling I had into that single night of lovemaking and when I was done with her, I had her whispering in that oh so sexy rasp of hers that she loved me too. But back to Jen. She was really great in bed, really she was…but she isn't a slayer and didn't have the slayer stamina and it wasn't quite the same. I actually had to worry about her. I had to be careful not to get too "slayer" on her and hurt her. It's not like she was some frilly girly girl that was all fragile. She was tough enough, but she was still just a girl so I really had to watch myself at times that I didn't get too carried away.

Anyways, Jen and I were together for nine months before she came back. I was in the middle of a training class when Kennedy snuck in and told me I had to go to Willow's office immediately after class. I freaked out thinking Giles was having a heart attack or something and dismissed my class, taking off for Willow's office on the top floor. Kennedy trailed behind me wondering aloud what could possibly be such a big deal that they called me, Kennedy, Dawn and Xander from our classes. As soon as I opened the door to my best friend's office I knew why.

I stood in the doorway, completely stunned, as I took in the sight of her. She somehow managed to look even better than she had the last time I saw her. Her hair was a little longer and her body a little leaner, her eyes a little older and it took everything I had not to run straight into her arms. The feeling was fleeting however and it was quickly replaced by nausea. I excused myself and barreled towards the bathroom at the back of Will's office and once the entire contents of my stomach had been emptied, I felt my heart thundering in my chest and my mouth go dry.

"Oh my God, she looked good," I told myself. "Too good." I shook my head and stood up, moving to the sink to splash cold water on my face. "No, Buffy, don't even think about going there. You're with someone now that isn't emotionally retarded and it's stable and she won't leave you in the middle of the night for two fucking years."

A minute later I found myself plunked in a large, cushy chair in the corner of Willow's office listening to Faith fill everyone in on where she'd been. Apparently she had been working for Angel. She wanted to fight the good fight out from under the Council's thumb but under a watchful eye of a friend. At that moment I wanted to kill her and stake him for not telling me.

It didn't take long for me to leave in the middle of the meeting, knowing everyone's eyes were on my back as I left the office. I waited until Faith's slayer hearing wouldn't pick up on my running down the hall and I took off towards my apartment, slamming the door behind me and leaning heavily on it. There was only one person at that point that I wanted to talk to so I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" Jen answered after two rings.

All it took was her voice. "Hey, it's me."

"Hey. I was just thinking about you."

Smile. "Really?"

"You busy?"

"Just waiting for you to get here. I miss you."

"I'll be there in twenty."

As I hung up the phone, I felt my stomach knots ease and I hopped in the shower. As I was brushing my hair I heard the front door open and a moment later I felt arms encircle my waist and lips press against my bare shoulder.

I turned and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Hey, what took you so long?"

She smirked and shook her head. "I'm early."

"It still took too long," I told her with another kiss.

She studied me for a moment and I had to escape from the weight of her stare and the oppressive heat in the steam of the bathroom.

"What's wrong, Buff?" she asked me a second later, following me into the kitchen, slipping up onto the counter as I made coffee.

I couldn't look at her in that moment…she'd see it all over my face. "What makes you think something's wrong?"

"I can hear it in your voice, I can see it in your eyes," she told me in what I call her sweet and concerned voice. The first time I heard it was after a brawl with four vamps that kicked my ass and she took care of me.

I turned towards her and had to stop for a moment and catch my breath when I saw how concerned about me she really was. She was so expressive…so much more so than Faith ever was. Jen never had issues showing or telling me exactly how she felt. It was one thing I loved about her. "You want the honest truth?"

Her jaw clenched and her brow furrowed but she nodded. "Of course."

"Well, my ex is back. Not back as in back with me, obviously, but she's back. Here. With the Council." I ducked my head and felt tears sting my eyes. In an instant, she was standing in front of me tilting my chin back up so my eyes would meet hers.

"Buffy, honey, look at me." She looked me dead in the eye. "This is the same ex that left in the middle of the night two years ago, right?" I nodded. "Do you still have feelings for her?"

I shook my head. "No."

She studied me carefully and shrugged, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "Well, then there's nothing to worry about."

I couldn't believe that she just let things drop like that, but she did and she went about pouring us each a cup of coffee and handed me mine, just the way I liked it. "She's gonna be working for the Council again."

"Buff, like I said, if you don't have feelings for her, I have nothing to worry about. Right?" she asked me with a sweet smile.

I smiled back and nodded. "Right."

I just hoped that was the case…only time would really tell I guess.

A.N. Well, what do you guys think? Should there be more?