This is my first ever shot at writing fanfic, so go easy on me. This is from Faith's p.o.v.. I hope you guys like it, it may be kinda short, or a longer ongoing plot, I don't know, it depends, whatever, anyways, tell me what you think! I don't know what to rate it, the rating may change as the story progresses. Thanks for reading :)

All characters and stuff aren't mine, they belong to Joss Whedon, creator of Buffy:the vampire slayer.
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I close my eyes and lean my head back resting it against the warm body beneath me. I can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest. As I take a deep breath I inhale her scent, a scent uniquely her. Just her. Only her. Always her. Forever her.

I'm still trying to figure how we ended up like this, all cuddled up and snuggly on the couch. I remember that when we got back from patrol we had both been totally covered in slime and guts from some real old nasty demon.

He gave us a real good fight, even got in a few punches, but in the end I managed to knock him down long enough for B to decapitate him with her axe. Man, how were we to know that when you decapitated that thing that the whole corpse would explode a minute later? B was busy wiping guts off her axe blade when all of a sudden this hissing sound starts up, and the next thing we know the demon is nothing but a pile of mush and the rest it is coating our hair and clothing. Man, that stuff stunk real bad, and thanks to slayer senses I'm pretty sure I can still sort of smell it in my hair even after a long, long shower.

-A few hours earlier-

"Shit B, I didn't know that was gonna happen. And Aw man, you really stink, you know that?" I chuckle and watch her smirk and shake her head at me.

"Thanks Faith, that's what every girl longs to hear. You know, you don't smell too fresh yourself all covered in demony mush and such," she giggles and pokes me with one of her stakes as if she's afraid to touch me.

"Aw come on B, lay off, you gotta get down and dirty more often, you know, whatever. Come here, give us a hug," I smirk and lean forward.

"Ew Faith get away! Neither one of us is doing or touching anything or anyone until after we wash off these demon guts," she side steps me and starts to walk off towards the gate of the cemetery, "Come on F, let's head back to my place and wash up and then take care of the post-slayage hungries."

"How bout that other h B, wanna help me with that too?," I waggle my eyebrows suggestively and wink.

"In your dreams slayer," she says and hooks her arm through mine leading us home.

We get back to her house and it's completely dark, she tells me her mom is on some sort of gallery exhibition trip to LA or whatever.

I'm about to head up the front porch steps when she tugs me back, "Nuh uh, Mom's gonna kill me if we track this slime all into the house, she gets upset enough as if when we just track in vamp dust and cemetery dirt. I can't imagine how much trouble I'd get in if we got this stuff all over her carpet! We'll rinse off out here in the hose first, then go inside and shower. You can shower first if you want."

"You know, it might save us time if we just shared the shower," I say giving her that dimpled smile that's sure to leave her flustered as always. We are now standing in the backyard and she's unwinding the hose and turning it on.

"Naked together with post-slay effects? No thank you. You shower first, then I'll take it." She rinses her self off and hands over the hose. I begin to rinse off the slime as best I can, but I pause momentarily as she's stripping off her clothes down to her panties and bra and then balling the slime coated clothing up in a wad. I try to say something but for a second I just open and close my mouth without successfully saying anything. I'm only knocked out of my daze when she snatches back the hose and douses me in the face with the cold water.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

"Strip off those slimy clothes and go wash up, you can borrow something of mine to wear until your clothes are clean."

"Nah that's ok B you go first, I'll wait in the kitchen, maybe cook us up a snack or somethin'." I kick off my doc martins, peel off my leather pants and shrug off my jacket, then pull my shirt over my head. I give B a shit eating grin as I catch her starring, she obviously wasn't expecting me to not be wearing a bra, but I'd have to say she doesn't seem too disappointed. "Like what you see?"

"What? Huh? Oh, no. Um, let's go wash up and um, yeah," she leads the way into the kitchen through the back door, "I've got some sweats and a T-shirt you can borrow up in my room, but you probably should wait to put it on till you've washed the demon chunks out of your hair."

"I'm fine B, just go wash up, I'll wait down here until you're done, just leave me a towel and some clothes in the bathroom and call me when you are done," I'm trying to keep eye contact, but it's really hard to do with her standing nearly naked right in front of me. I can let her catch me starring, she's B, she's straight, straight as an arrow, I mean, she's even got soul-boy and all. Sure I flirt with her, but she knows that's just how I am, there's no way she'd take it seriously, even if I wish she would. Damn, I've never felt this way. I don't know if it's the slayer connection or what, but my stomach just does cartwheels whenever she's near, and every time we touch my skin feels like it's on fire.

While I was lost in thought she retreated upstairs and I can now hear the shower running. *Aw man, fuck me, B is naked right now! Naked and wet, with warm water cascading over her toned little body. Uhhhhhhhhhg...no, Faith, control yourself. Buffy isn't into you that way. Just settle for being friends. Relax. breath.*

I calm myself enough to focus my mind elsewhere. I open the freezer and find a frozen pizza. *Well it's not gourmet, but hey, it's food!* I preheat the oven and pop it in. By the time I'm taking the pizza out B is already walking into the kitchen in her cute little sushi pajamas with her damp hair up in a pony tail.

"Mhhhmmmm," she moans as she sniffs the air and I swear I just came a little, "I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Well B, it's just one pizza so it's not gonna sate our entire slayer appetites but it's a start. You look around for something else too and I'll go clean up." I slip out of the kitchen and head upstairs.

In the bathroom she's already laid out a towel and some clothes for me. I slip out of my panties, turn on the faucet, and step under the spray of the shower. As the warm water washes over me I allow it to work out my tense muscles. *Relax. Just relax, she's just Buffy. Calm, down. Just Buffy, the girl you love. Oh god, wait, Buffy? What? Love? Um...oh man...*