1. Hum

I am cold, hard. Bitch.

She is hot, cold, soft, hard. Bitch. Beautiful.

Dancing in a club with thoughts of nothing but the beat and heat, she is beautiful. I wonder how I look staring with reverent eyes, anyone who glances my way must think she is untouchable, she is to me. Not to the many that warm her bed, if only for an hour. She throws her hips, hands in the air, head thrown back, she is wild. Bodies touch, groping to get closer and I feel no jealously, because they've never seen her, hair flashing in the moonlight as she stalks her prey, as she looks at me. Only me. She smiles at one of the nameless faces, he will never have her. Own her. She is branded by the slow hum under her skin, it calls out for me. I am hers. Not for the taking, but undoubtedly, unconditionally hers. I watch her, on the dance floor, in the moonlight, I turn away, ignoring the hum, burned by her. Fist clenched, half moons biting into my palms. I watch, but I will always turn away.

I am cold, hard. Bitch.

But always..

Hers

.

2. Memory/Contemplation

Buffy wonders sometimes if she was in love with Faith, as if by some chance all the anger, all the jealously was just denial, the only way she could hide from herself.. And Buffy thinks of Faith often, to often. What was the point of the bulletproof class, guards and handcuffs if not to get her from Buffy's mind. It doesn't seem to work at all, because when Buffy is slaying, heart pounding, breath ragged she can sometimes hear Faith's voice whispering through her ears like a breeze, and after the fight, when the dust has settled and she can almost convince herself it was just her adrenalin, she can almost feel Faith, humming through her, its enough to make her breathless. Riding Spike, close to cumming, she takes a breath, eyes closed. Leather, cigarettes and booze. Faith flashes through her mind and she cums, just at the thought.

And worse of all, she can hear Faith laughing.

She doesn't wonder any more

3. Heart

Buffy wonders what Faith doing sometimes, when she feels something deep in her chest, like a beat, a ache, a familiarity that makes her feel Faith. She wonders if she gets it to, the overwhelming warmth that slips through her body making her feel (everything). It almost like you've been numb all your life and now your not. It leaves her trembling and cold for day, cause when it fads, when Faith slips away, the feeling does to and something settles in her chest, bitingly cold. Buffy wishes she could understand the feeling, so she could fix it.

Buffy thinks its the Slayer calling out to its other half.

The Slayer just thinks its her heart.

4. Smile

You smile

soft and bright

making me light up

warming me to the core

and I smile back

because its more contagious that a yawn

and certainly more enjoyable

and I can't stop smiling into your laughing eyes

because you make me so happy

and through my wrinkled eyes your looking at me the way I look at you

and I know

that I make you as happy as you make me

and the thought makes me smile

brighter

bigger

bolder

then before

and now I can't even see you

but I can feel humming through my veins

I smile