"You know, you gotta DO something with your life," Buffy said as she leaned against Faith's pillows.

"Like what? I AM doin' somethin', B. I'm Slayin'. I'm livin' large."

"Yeah... in this motel room," Buffy said sarcastically.

"Aw, B." Faith gave her fellow Slayer a look. Her eyes were dark and large.

"C'mon, Faithy," Buffy crooned, reaching out her hand. "You gotta get a job."

"No WAY, B!" laughed Faith.

"Yes way. How are you paying for this room, anyway?"

"Uhh..." Faith said awkwardly.

Buffy's eyes went wide. "Or maybe I don't wanna know," she said quickly.

Faith smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah, maybe you don't."

"Yikes." Buffy frowned.

Faith grinned. "Yeah."

"Well, moving on from THAT," Buffy said, "you should have a job anyway. It's a good thing, you know. It's... productive. Gives you something to do, a sense of accomplishment."

"Yeah, 'cause I don't get that feeling at all when I slay a demon," Faith deadpanned.

"Oh." Buffy frowned for a second time. "Well...never mind then."

Faith threw her head back and laughed. "Don't worry. I don't need a job: I'll be fine s'long as I have you, right, B?"

"Yeah," Buffy said, smiling slightly. "That's right, Faith. And you'll always have me, okay? You need anything, come to me. Don't be afraid to ask for help."

"I'm not afraid," said Faith, slinking onto the bed and crawling towards Buffy. "I'm not afraid of anything."

"A lot of the time you don't ask." Buffy sighed and shifted position, leaning against Faith's shoulder, their cheeks brushing. "For help, I mean."

"You sayin' I'm scared, B?" Faith's brow knitted. She began to pull away.

"No, Faith... I'm not." Buffy looked exasperated. "But—"

"But what, B?" demanded Faith, moving away.

Buffy's skin felt cold as soon as Faith moved. Her body hungered for contact.

"Faith, come on," she said, almost pleading. "I didn't say you were scared, just that you're sort of—reluctant—to, you know, ask."

"Whatever, B," said Faith, mollified. "Why are you lookin' at me like that anyway?"

"I just—" Buffy didn't know what to say. "I just liked it better when you were sitting close."

"You want me to sit close, huh?" said Faith suggestively, moving up beside Buffy and letting their chests touch momentarily.

"I—didn't say that either, Faith," said Buffy hastily.

"You didn't have to," Faith whispered in her ear. "Hey—you wanna sleep over? We could paint each other's nails and change clothes in front of each other like normal straight girls do!"

"I dunno, Faith," Buffy chuckled. "Sounds too dangerous for me. Besides, don't we have to patrol?"

"Of course we do, B. Let's go and kick some monster ass and then come back here to sleep in the same bed!"

"Sounds cool to me," said Buffy, hopping off the bed and shrugging into her jacket.

They came back so exhausted that they collapsed in Faith's bed, clothes clumsily thrown on the floor.

"Mm, that was nice, B. I like seeing you get sweaty like that," mumbled Faith as they fell asleep.

"Same here," replied Buffy sleepily, without thinking. "Same here."