Just Breathe
"We're not supposed to exist together." The voice ripped Buffy from her dreams, yanking her through the fug of sleep in a matter of seconds. The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon as it drifted in through her open curtains.
And there she stood, leaning against the frame, arms folded across her chest, eyes cast to the stars floating above them. Buffy had no idea how she got in, and despite who she was, and what she'd done, she wasn't scared. Even though in her just woken state, in a fight, she'd loose. But she didn't speak. Something told her that she shouldn't.
"Two halves, one whole. Light and dark; you and me. I've never known why I'm so.. angry all the time. Couldn't figure it out." She turned slowly from the window, her eyes falling directly into Buffy's, trapping her there. "And then I met you."
She pushed away from the window, dropping her arms and trailing her fingers over the end of the bed as she walked past. But not looking away, not releasing Buffy from the swirling chocolate vortex that was her eyes. As they always had been to the blonde. Probably always would be.
"I did everything I could to leave you behind. I killed, I betrayed, I'm planning all your friends deaths but you know what?" she kicked off her boots and started to crawl up the bed, trapping Buffy between her legs as she knelt over her. "The last thing I still see before I sleep, and the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up?" she gently led down on top of Buffy, the comforter no barrier to mask the shape of her body, no protection against the scent of her skin. "Is your face."
In a move that would be remembered the next day as slowly never ending, she leaned down and gently pressed their lips together, begging entry into Buffy's mouth with the tip of her tongue, and deepening the kiss to passionate levels when she was granted access.
Their sighs and heavy breathing echoed long after Buffy had fallen into an emotionally and physically exhausted sleep, the scent of their love making lingering in the air, and staining the sheets beneath their entangled bodies.
When the sun rose the next morning, it fell through the open curtains and caused Buffy to be pulled gently from her deep and dreamless sleep. She looked to her side, across the empty expanse of bed and smiled a sad smile at the knowledge of what the empty bed meant.
That Faith had left her long before the sun came up.
Again.