Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any of the characters. If any characters mention that you don't recognize then they probably belong to me.

Pairing: Buffy/Faith

POV: Faith but might switch to Buffy a few times

Summary: Faith is just a loner on a self destructive path of promiscuous sex with women, but will that change when she meets Buffy?

A/N: Hey everybody it looks like I'm back, and with a new story! Well I hope you guys enjoy.

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What will it take to get this chick out of my bed?! I flattered her, fucked her, I even did it twice! And now she's still here… in my bed… talking WAY too much… about fashion. Will this torture stop? Is this god's way of saying stop having one night stands with women and then kicking them out and never talking to them again? Well I ain't gonna listen if it is.

"Listen, Courtney…"

"Cordelia."

"Right, anyway I have this really important thing to do tomorrow and it's not that late in the night where you can't walk home so if you don't mind… getting the hell out of my bed?"

She's silent, giving me a death glare to end all death glares.

"Fuck you." and then she left. Thank whoever, I can only stand so many words coming out of people's mouths and then I just want to kill them. But here I am, all alone in my rinky dink motel room in good ol' Sunnyhell. Perfect.

I can't stand this silence it's driving me nuts. So I get dressed putting on my favorite leather pants and a small T-shirt that accent my goodies- not that I need it of course- and my leather jacket. Ah so many memories with this thing. And I go out to my favorite diner for a quick bite. Next stop the Bronze…again.

It's my second time tonight going in and the bouncer sees the stamp and lets me in without charge. I love being a frequent to places. They know who you are and if they like you; you get discounts and god knows I need them. So I'm at the bar about to order me a shot of Jack when I see this gorgeous blonde.

My… God… I can NOT help myself from staring at her and the nerve racking thing is that she's coming towards me or is it the bar? Unfortunately she was just coming up to the bar.

"Hey can I get two margaritas and a beer?" then she turns her head towards me. "Hi."

Oh god what do I do why am I even having problems talking to her I've fucked tons of ladies why is this one different? I shake my thoughts and she that she's gone. So I ask Kate who the bombshell was.

"Oh, her? That's Buffy; she's been here for three years now."

Not for as long as I have, I've been here since I was 6.

"I wouldn't try it Faith." She tells me.

I chuckle at this.

"Why?"

"I've heard that anyone that's even gotten close to her dies."

I bust out laughing to this.

"Well I shouldn't be worried then all I want to do is fuck her."

"I also meant that in a physical sense."

"Whatever." So I get my shot and I head towards the bodacious blonde bombshell, B. Whoa, try saying that three times fast… I didn't mean right now you idiot. I see her over across the club with some other people, a red haired girl and a wimpy looking brunette boy and oh god… great… Cordelia.