Heat Wave
By: Felidae Silvestris
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story. If I did, I'd be male and famous… because that's just so Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: Inspired by me being really hot today.
Buffy leaned further into the freezer, resting her forehead against a bag of peas. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and clipped to the back of her head so that it was up off her neck. A tank top and shorts adorned her slim figure, the exposed skin shiny with sweat.
"You're gonna make everything in there melt," came Faith's voice from behind her.
Buffy groaned. "Did Xander fix the AC yet?"
"Had to call a specialist. Guy's not comin' 'till tomorrow, though."
"Fabulous."
Faith smirked. "You gonna get your head out of the freezer or what?"
"I'm going with the 'or what' option."
Faith chuckled and hopped onto the counter. She, like Buffy, had her dark hair pulled up off her neck and wore the bare minimum of clothing. "Who'd have thought Cleveland could get so hot?"
"I think it's a demon," Buffy said, not moving her head. "One that's trying to melt us to death."
"Nah, just heat." Faith was quiet for a moment. "We have some kind of frozen goodness in there, right?"
Buffy shrugged. "No idea."
"Says the girl with her head in the freezer."
Buffy scowled over at the smirking Slayer and pulled back to look at the contents of the freezer. "Mint Chocolate Chip or Cookie Dough ice cream."
"Mint."
Buffy tossed the quart of creamy goodness at Faith and grabbed the Cookie Dough for herself. Faith tossed her partner a spoon.
"When's it gonna end?" Buffy whined after downing a few spoonfuls of the ice cream.
"What?" Faith asked around her spoon.
"The heat. When's it gonna end?"
"Hmm… Never." Faith grinned, her eyes raking over Buffy. "The sweaty look's good on ya, B."
Buffy blushed. "Uh huh."
"Well usually I like it better without the clothes…"
Buffy chucked her spoon at the younger Slayer. "You know Dawn's probably listening in the other room. You've just scarred her for life."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Somehow I doubt that. Brat's resilient."
"Still." Buffy looked down at her ice cream and realized she no longer had a spoon. "Can I have my spoon back?"
"You gonna come get it? Seeing as you chucked it at me and all."
Buffy pouted. "You're gonna make me move?"
"That's kinda the gist of it, yeah."
"It's too hot to move."
"Not what you said last night." Faith smirked and licked her spoon free of the green ice cream.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Just toss me the spoon, you tease."
Faith set down the ice cream, spoon stuck in it, and scooped up Buffy's. She sauntered over to her partner and handed her the spoon, pressing against the older Slayer. "Who said I was teasing?"
