I got a little tired of my other story…kind of hit a snag along the way. Anyway, I was re-watching early episodes from season 3 and realized that no one knows what happens to Buffy and Faith just after slaying Mr. Khaki Trousers – er, excuse me – Kakistos. Therefore, I hope you all enjoy my little take on the situation. Oh, and in this story, I'm not really sure how old they're supposed to be, so Faith is 16 and Buffy is about to turn 17.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. If I did…well, this is what would have happened…
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"Are you hungry?" asked Buffy.
"Starved," Faith panted.
"Great. Well, let's go back to my house and eat – since your motel room is kinda out of the question," Buffy suggested.
"Sure," Faith said, a still-fearful look on her face.
"Hey, it'll be alright. He's gone. It's over," Buffy said about Kakistos, at the same time realizing for herself that Angel was gone and wouldn't be coming back under any circumstances. "It's over," she repeated.
Faith would have asked what Buffy was thinking, but she was afraid of being brushed off again, and she was much too focused on her own slowly fading fear. After a few moments she spoke up.
"Yeah, over."
Both girls walked a ways in silence. A few blocks from the Summers home, Buffy finally came out of her bubble of thoughts and decided to wisely use her few free minutes with Faith before they were inevitably bombarded with questions from Mrs. Summers. She reached out and gently touched Faith on the arm, trying not to startle her. It didn't help. Faith jumped and yelped a little at the contact.
"Jeez, B. Warn a girl before ya go molesting her," she tried to say in a care-free voice, but it came out strained. Buffy, for her part looked confused, surprised, embarrassed and then annoyed within a span of three seconds.
"Sorry. Just didn't wanna – whatever. Nevermind," Buffy said.
Great, Faith thought. Just put those inner walls up a little higher, B. Don't let anyone else in.
"Damn it," Buffy muttered under her breath after hearing Faith sigh, defeated. "Faith, do you want to talk about what just happened? Because honestly, that was pretty high on the wiggins scale – for me at least."
"Whatever, B. I'm five by five." I don't want your pity, B.
"Well I wouldn't mind talking about it. Look, Faith, I'm sorry. I just – after everything with Angel, and just…last summer. I just don't really want to open up to anyone, so I get it. And I just started feeling like I was getting my life back and then you pop in," Buffy said, her voice growing louder with her frustration, "and you just steal my friends and my watcher and my mom and my life and…I just don't like that feeling," she finished.
"Yeah, B. Jealousy's a bitch," Faith said and managed to smirk a little, even though she was still shaking from the fear she still felt. The disappointment that Buffy didn't really like her was overwhelming her broken emotional state.
"Excuse me? Jealous? Of you? Little miss 'I'm too sexy for my leather pants?'" Buffy scoffed.
"Oh, please, B. As if you haven't thought of it. And as if you haven't pictured me without 'em," Faith smirked a little more.
"I – you – how – no!" Buffy stammered and blushed. "I – no! There's Angel, well…no, but Scott, now. Hello! So not gay."
"Yet," Faith grinned. The girls had reached the porch by this time and Buffy went to open the door, but found that it was locked.
"Huh. I guess Mom must have gone to bed," Buffy said, puzzled. Mrs. Summers usually wanted to know how the night's slaying had gone. Maybe she was backing off a little bit because she trusted her to be safe now that Faith was there to help.
Buffy proceeded to walk to the window behind the swing and grab the spare key from a potted plant on the windowsill. She unlocked the door and motioned to Faith to go in before she replaced the key. She then walked into the house, closing and locking the door securely behind her. When she turned around, she found Faith shifting nervously from one foot to the other with her hands shoved into the waistband of her pants – she was lacking pockets. Buffy smiled encouragingly at her.
"C'mon. Let's find some food," she said, steering Faith into the kitchen by her elbow.
Faith sat on one of the chairs next to the island while Buffy bustled about, digging through the refrigerator and the cupboards for something to eat.
"Hungry and horny, right?" Buffy asked. Faith snapped out of her thoughts. Damn, did she really just say that? I am good! It's not just me then.
"So it's not just me then, B? You feelin' the double Hs too?" Buffy had her back turned to Faith and grimaced before she turned around to face her.
"Yeah, yeah. It's not just you. Just don't go telling everyone."
"Gotcha. Wouldn't wanna ruin that cheerleader, goodie-two-shoes thing ya got goin' for ya," Faith said, her face downcast.
"Goodie-two-shoes? Please. I was such a rebel that my dad…" she trailed off, realizing that she was about to share a personal piece of information with Faith. She shrugged inwardly and continued, "couldn't deal and left."
"You too, huh?" Faith said, surprising Buffy. Buffy, on her part, suddenly remembered something that Faith had shouted during the fight earlier: Please! My dead mother hits harder than that!
"Yeah. My parents were divorced just before I moved here from LA. I had to sneak out so many times to train with my watcher and – and he just…didn't know…no one knew." Buffy stopped. She couldn't go on if she wanted to. Faith looked uncomfortable.
"Hey, B, it's, you know it's not your fault. Guy's a bastard for leavin' chicks like you and your mom," she said and looked at her hands, playing with an apple on the countertop. "Your watcher? Giles, you mean?"
"No I didn't know Giles then. My first watcher's name was Merrick. He was the one that found me at Hemory that day…god, I was scared. I wasn't ready to give up my life then either. But I know what it's like to lose your watcher," Buffy frowned. Faith stood up and grabbed the box of macaroni and cheese that Buffy was idly tossing from hand to hand.
"If you throw that around anymore, it's gonna explode," Faith smiled for the first time since the fight. Buffy looked surprised that Faith was standing just in front of her, just holding the box without pulling it away from her. "I get how the whole not being able to tell your family thing goes. I never really had any to tell, though. My mom died when I was fourteen. My dad took care of me, but I was called when I was fifteen, and I didn't know what happened when I was called. I just played the rebel part and snuck around. It took three months before my watcher found me – my dad had already left me. I was just bummin' the streets and clubs that I could find without a cover. It was another month before Kakistos. I've been running ever since – almost a year now," Faith paused. "Old habits are hard to break," she finished quietly.
"I had no idea. Faith I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you," Buffy said, and she surprised herself by really meaning it.
"'S alright, B. Whatever," Faith said, still holding the box of pasta between them. She looked startled when Buffy rubbed her thumb gently across the back of Faith's hand.
"No, I really shouldn't have acted that way. I just-"
"Hey, no big. It's fine," Faith cut her off. "Now are we gonna eat or what? At least I can get over one part of the H and Hs."
This time it was Buffy's turn to smirk. "Which one?" she asked with that little unintentional half smile that boys apparently liked, according to Willow. Faith's initial look of surprise turned quickly into a smirk to rival Buffy's.
"Well, B, I guess that depends on how you play your cards," Faith said. Damn! I AM good.
Buffy smirked and poked Faith in the stomach – making Faith double over in surprise – and grabbed the box of mac and cheese, turning it over to look at the directions.
"I think we're gonna need two of these," Buffy said. "Or possibly six. Can you grab the others out of the bottom cupboard by the fridge?" Buffy asked, turning back to Faith.
"Sure, B," she said and bent over to dig through the cupboard.
Damn, she has a nice ass. Buffy thought. Wait, what am I thinking? Ah, here's the horny part of the double Hs. Seriously though this girl is really hot.
Meanwhile, Faith had thoughts of her own as she dug through the cupboard. No way. No fricken way. High and mighty, 'holier than thou' Buffy Summers is totally checking out my ass. Seriously if she stares any more, she's gonna burn holes right through me. She found the boxes of mac and cheese and grabbed four, and then quickly spun around, catching Buffy in the act of staring at her. Faith smirked as Buffy blushed.
"See somethin' ya like, B?" Faith asked, smirk intact. Buffy sputtered for a minute, but then shrugged.
"Depends. Can you grab the milk out of the fridge too, since you're there?" she said casually, then turning back to the kettle on the stove and inwardly slapping herself in the face.
"Depends?" Faith asked, incredulous. But she set the boxes of mac and cheese on the counter and went to the fridge to grab the milk.
"Oh, and the butter while you're in there – top right," Buffy said.
"Again, B. Depends?!" Faith asked as she walked up behind Buffy with the milk and the butter. She stood just behind the older girl, placing the milk and butter on either side of Buffy and the kettle on the stove. "C'mon, B. How could you resist this?" Faith asked and pressed her front fully into Buffy's back and wrapping her arms around Buffy's waist and resting her head on Buffy's shoulder. Buffy, against her better judgment, leaned her head back against the taller girl's shoulder and moaned at the contact. "Mm. See, I told you," Faith said and suddenly backed away.
"Tease," Buffy said, almost falling over because she had been leaning against Faith almost as fully as Faith had been leaning against her – wanting closer contact. Faith smiled a bit as she leaned against the sink.
"You have no idea," Faith said. Buffy turned the burner on high, making sure that she didn't have too much water in the giant kettle on the stove so that it wouldn't boil over. Then Buffy's body decided to take over all of her responses, and totally disregard her brain. She walked over to Faith and put her hands over Faith's which were resting on the edge of the sink behind her. Very slowly, she drew herself closer and closer to Faith, until she was close enough to feel the other girl's erratic breathing at her close proximity. She tilted her head to whisper in Faith's ear.
"Well maybe you should show me sometime," she said and gently pulled Faith's hair behind her ear so she could plant a soft kiss on her jaw, just below her ear. Faith gasped, and Buffy pulled away quickly, turning back to the stove, her face as red as the red-hot burner. She didn't say anything though; she didn't want to lose that sudden cool that was quickly leaving her.
After a moment of deliberation at the apparent feelings in the situation, Faith walked up behind Buffy again, pressing her front into every available inch on Buffy's back as she could. Faith tilted her head a bit, taking Buffy's hair and sweeping it back so that it draped over her left shoulder. Faith bent and kissed Buffy's shoulder, gradually making her purple lipstick prints travel all the way up to Buffy's ear. Buffy whimpered softly.
"Are you sure that's what you want, B?" Faith asked huskily. Her hormones were overpowering her, but that was all part of the H and Hs. Buffy inhaled a shaky breath and then…
To be continued…
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Ok, yes, I know, I know. I'm evil. But things are gettin' pretty hot and heavy in the Summers kitchen. So what's Buffy going to do? Fess up to her feelings, or possibly slap Faith in her promiscuous mouth? As the author, I laugh at your lack of control over where this goes. Mwa ha ha. Really though, I think you'll enjoy the next chapter. This will no doubt be a two chapter story – three chapters at best. So what do you think? Tell me or I won't write another chapter! Mwa ha ha! Thanks for reading!