[author's note: shit guys... it's almost winter break. I just gotta do a few more finals and then I'm freeeeeeee to write for an entire month. That means I get to post a bunch of this piece. And man, I love writing it!]
chapter 2.
Buffy opened her eyes as the sun was going down. She felt like she'd been asleep for days. She was sweaty again. She sat up, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them into the floor. Her stomach was churning. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees and remembered her dream.
It was the same passionate fight, Faith leering at her from one side of a huge empty room, and then rushing forward to assault Buffy with her fists. They took turns diving, dodging, making contact with skin. Then, Faith had Buffy pinned against one wall. The lights dimmed. Faith's eyes were dark and hungry. "When's the last time you had a good fuck, B?" she said, her voice a quiet, sultry whisper.
The blonde slayer ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. The dreams were getting worse. Now her entire body ached. Or throbbed. She got up, stripped off the rest of her clothes and fell back on the bed. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and placed her hand on her stomach just above her navel, and then slowly she pushed it down. She tried not to think about anything, just focus on the release of tension. She thought that if she could just get some of it out and let go for a minute, she could focus. But when her hand reached its destination and Buffy gasped, the dream came back to her in full color. There was Faith pressing her against the wall. "When's the last time you had a good fuck, B?" her voice said. Buffy whimpered, arched her back a little, bent her knees. She tried to push Faith to the back of her mind one last time, but her image would not leave. Buffy gave in, rubbed herself and imagined that it wasn't just her hand and it wasn't just her alone in the room. She felt herself spiraling, her breathing became rapid. She used only the tip of her middle finger and rubbed slowly...
Then there was a voice, a real life voice, and Buffy's eyes shot open.
"Hey B, you up?" It was Faith. "You've been asleep for fuckin' ever. It's time to man up." The door knob started to turn.
Buffy rolled instantly, wet and bothered but resourcefull, and pulled the comforter up and around her. Faith stepped in just as Buffy had it fully around herself. Her eyebrows went up on her head.
"Fuck," she said. "Hey, I didn't mean to interupt anything." She looked around the room, noticed all of Buffy's shed clothes- her jeans at the foot of the bed, her shirt nearby, and her panties and bra there too. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh my God, B. Were you just...?"
Buffy shook her head. "No, no.. I was just.."
Faith laughed and held out her hands. "Hey, no need to be modest girlfriend. We all got needs." She licked her lips. "I woulda never expected you take care of those needs.. But..." She paused, and let her eyes scan Buffy, and where the comforter wrapped around her shoulders. She shook her head. "Damn."
"Don't you knock?" Buffy said, kinda perturbed, but mostly just embarassed.
Faith shrugged. "Not usually." She looked at Buffy's bra, laying in the floor. It was lacy and pink. So girly. She wouldn't have been caught dead in it. But the fact that Buffy wore one was almost... Cute. "Nice princess bra," she said, her voice mocking, but her eyes laughing. Her eyes slid across the carpet, fell on the tiny thong balled up by Buffy's jeans. Faith usually didn't wear underwear, but she knew Buffy wasn't that typa girl. "You get the panties at the same place?"
"What is wrong with you?" Buffy said, and stood up, yanking the comforter from the bed to wear as a make-shift robe. "Do you like making me feel awkward?" She bent down and gathered all of her things into her arms. But as she did, the comforter fell open, revealing her chest for the smallest of seconds. Quickly, she pulled it back closed, but it was too late; Faith had seen. She looked up, her eyes on Faith's face.
The brunette ran a hand through her hair. It settled around her shoulders. "Hey, it ain't like I haven't see your body before. Hell, I wore it around for a day."
Buffy's face flushed. She thought about Faith taking her clothes off, just to see the sweep of Buffy's body. She swallowed the fire in her throat and the urge to get off. "Can I just take a shower?"
Faith nodded. "Yeah. Down the hallway to your left." She watched Buffy as she made her way to the door. "You gonna wear that comforter to the shower?" she joked. "If you wait, I'll get you a towel." She left the room again and for a second Buffy entertained the thought of dropping the blanket and heading to the shower naked. Faith would have done it so why shouldn't she? Then, just because she'd thought of Faith naked, she felt that same heat rush over her. She was fighting it when Faith came back in and tossed her the towel.
"Thanks," Buffy said. "Are there any shampoos or anything?"
"I got some. I'm gonna take a shower anyways," Faith stretched her arms behind her. "I'll just bring mine in and I'll pass 'em too you." She opened the door and walked back into the hallway. Buffy dropped the comforter and exchanged it for the towel and headed to the bathroom in nothing but that. She felt kinda risky, but it was better than a comforter.
There were five stalls in the bathroom, all of them with a mostly see-through white curtain in the front. The walls were only high enough to get to Buffy's shoulders, and Buffy was short. She stepped into the one on the far left and turned on the water, tossing the towel over the shower rod. The water came out cold and she shrunk against the wall. The bathroom door opened and Faith yanked open the curtain beside hers and stepped into the adjacent shower stall. Buffy looked quickly, and saw that the wall left the tops of Faith's breasts exposed. She averted her eyes and waited for the water to heat up. Faith sat a shower cady in the floor of the shower stall and turned on the water. Instantly Buffy's shower heated up and she felt her stress melting. She stepped into the stream of hot water and let the water pressure pound the back of her neck and soak her hair. She ran her hands up to her head and let her fingertips massage her scalp.
"How's the rest of your gang?" Faith asked over the roar of the water.
"Will's in love," Buffy said, "Xan likes Dawn. Giles is Giles."
"Xan and Dawn? Really?" She whistled. "Here."
BUffy opened her eyes and took the bottle of shampoo plus conditioner that Faith was handing her. She squeezed some it into her palm and rubbed it through her hair. She handed the bottle back without looking. She was rinsing out the shampoo when Faith handed her the body wash. She let the stuff foam up all over her body and then she stood in the water and let it run down her thighs.
"How about you? You got you a new boy?"
Buffy looked over to where Faith was standing and caught the brunette looking back at her. "No." She shook her head. "I'm taking a break from that for a while. How about you? You dating anyone?"
Faith leaned into the water, and Buffy watched the water run down the other girl's face. She was glad that the walls came up so far so she wasn't tempted to follow the water as it slid lower. "I don't date," Faith said. "No man's worth the attention." She shook her head and turned off the water, slinging water all over the shower curtain. Then she rang out her hair, pulled her towel off of the wall and got her shower caddy. "Come get me when you're ready to go out."
The blonde slayer turned off the water after a few more minutes of letting it hit her shoulder blades. Then she dryed off with the towell and headed back to her room. This time she locked the door as she bent over her bag, looking for something, anything to wear. She thought back to highschool, when fashion was her forte and she never had to worry about being outdone by someone like Faith LeHane, queen of leather and revealing tops.
She pulled on the only dress she'd brought with her- a black silky one that didn't even go down to middle thigh. She pulled out her own pair of pumps and buckled them sitting on the end of the unmade bed. It was a totally impractical vampire fighting outfit, but that didn't matter. She was going to have fun. She dug around for her make-up bag and hairdryer, and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. She was in there when another girl came in.
"Hey," the girl said, coming to stand beside Buffy, eyeliner and mascara in her hands. "I haven't seen you before. I'm Val."
"I'm Buffy."
Val dropped her mascara and it rolled into the sink. "Buffy? As in THE Buffy?"
Buffy screwed the lid back onto mascara. "That depends. What has the Buffy you've heard about done?"
"Faith says she's the only slayer more skilled then she is. Buffy Summers. From Sunnydale. She activated the potential spell. She's the reason we all have our powers."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "More skilled than Faith? Did she really say that?"
Val reached into the sink and wiped her tube of mascara on her shirt. "You're her, aren't you? Faith said she you were a blonde. Short with smokey blue eyes. Baby face. Pale."
Buffy tossed her hair over her shoulder. "That's me," she said, "But I'm starting to doubt that Faith said any of that."
"She did," Val insisted. "She really looks up to you, I think."
Buffy smiled. It was nice thinking of Faith as someone with a heart, instead of just someone with a never-ending need to fuck and fight. "What else did she say?"
"Just that you've died twice and you're the best slayer there's ever been."
Buffy laughed out loud. "There is no way you're talking about Faith." She picked up her stuff and headed to the door. "I'll see you later Val," she said as she opened the door. "I have plans."
She dropped the stuff off in her room and then went to Faith's. She knocked because SHE had manners. The door swung open instantly. Faith had on an orange tank and another pair of tight leather pants. But these were a brownish tan. She leaned against the door frame. "All cleaned up?" she asked, snickering. Her eyes climbed down Buffy's frame. "You wear that dress a lot, B?"
Buffy shook her head. "No. I've never worn it actually." She could feel Faith's eyes heavy on her cleavage. It made her tingle. She and Faith had this weird connection just because they were the only slayers that had been called before the potential spell. Plus, they had a really intimate past of trying to kill one another, and Faith trying to kill everyone that meant anything to Buffy.
"It looks good on you," Faith said, and she reached forward and ran her thumb under the strap on Buffy's left shoulder, smoothing it.
Buffy flinched, and took a step back. "So I just met Val."
Faith closed her door and walked with Buffy to the elevator. "Who?"
"Val. She's got a round face. Reddish blondish hair."
Faith shrugged. "I don't know who that is. There are way too many girls for me to remember names." She pushed the button for the elevator again. They got into the elevator. "What about her anyways?"
"She told me all these things you said about me."
"That I said about you?" Faith licked her lips. "Like what exactly?"
Buffy tried not to sound proud, just even-toned and appreciative. "That I was more skilled than you."
Faith snorted. "I NEVER said that. Plus it's not true. I could kick your ass ten times over."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Okay."
They took a cab and Faith had the cabby drop them off in front of a club called "Chinchilla". When they climbed out of the car they were instantly met with the roar of the crowd lined up to get in.
"Okay, now what?" the blonde asked.
Faith took her hand, pulled her into the alley between the club and the building beside it. "C'mon B," she said.
Buffy's body was itching to release some tension. She wasn't used to going this long without training. When they burst into the alley behind the club, Buffy took a deep breath, watching Faith approach the bouncer standing in the back.
He said, "Hey, no one gets in this way. You two needa go back around front and wait in line."
Faith shook her head. "No, we have special reservations."
"Faith what're you..." Buffy said and stepped forward.
Faith had the guy in a head lock instantly, her arm around his throat. "You'll let us in our I'll make you regret it."
"Faith!" Buffy yelled, "You can't..." She stepped forward. "Let him go. We can go wait. It's fine." She couldn't believe that Faith was threatening a human just to get into a club.
But then the guy released a growl so deep and menacing, Buffy thought for a second she was back in Sunnydale, even though that was impossible. He clenched his fists and opened his eyes wide. They grew red, a deep dark red. He grabbed at Faith's arms and she flipped him. He was instantly on his feet, and Buffy stepped forward, did a round house kick to his face. The second her foot made contact, she felt some tension release. It felt absolutely amazing to fight again. It really wasn't fair that guy was up against both of them. And he realized it quickly and took off down the ally.
"He's some kinda demon," Faith said. "They always have demons guarding the back entrance of this club. C'mon." She went up to the back door, where the door was locked and with a quick turn of her wrist, she popped the lock and opened it for the both of them. The smoke, loud music, and scent of booze greeted them instantly.
They stood in the back for a minute and Buffy rolled her head on her shoulders. "It felt so good to kick that guy in the face," she laughed lightly. "Nothing ever happens in England."
"Yeah? I'm always kicking ass here. If you want a piece of that, you can stay here. I'll take as many fists as I can." She winced and then laughed. "That came out so wrong."
Buffy laughed too. It felt good to laugh again.
They went into the main part of the club and Faith ordered them both a drink. They leaned against the bar and Buffy let the alcohol wash down her throat. It burned all the way down. She closed her mouth, "Eyugh," she said and shook her head. "This is terrible." She gulped it down. "Eyuuuugh."
Faith smiled at her, showing the dimples on her cheeks. "You're such a pussy when it comes to everything but fighting, you know that?"
"Hey," Buffy said, "Don't tempt me to kick your ass right here." She could already feel the alcohol working. She never drank. She was a total lightweight.
Faith shook her head, finished her cup and slammed it down on the bar. "Dance with me instead." She took the empty glass out of Buffy's hand and sat it on the bar. Then she grabbed both of her hands and pulled her out onto the dance floor. She didn't recognize the song, but she knew how to dance. She put her arms above her head and swung her hips to the beat. Faith moved too, just as seductively as Buffy. The lights flashed to the rythm of the pounding techno and Buffy closed her eyes and let the music take her. She hadn't had a chance to let go like this in too long. She actually couldn't remember the last time she'd let go like this.
Faith's hands brushed against Buffy's waist, and Buffy stepped closer to her physically telling her it was okay for them to touch. The constant brushing of Faith's fingers against Buffy's hips made the blond slayer feel dizzy. When the song ended, she followed her counterpart back to the bar. Faith handed her another drink.
"I shouldn't," Buffy said, "I don't drink like EVER, and I can't really handle my liquor very well."
Faith laughed. "That's okay. I'll take you home. I won't let any monsters get you." She lifted the glass to her lips and had it empty in a few seconds. "Drink up girlfriend."
Buffy got the rest of it down and shook her head. "Eyugggh," she said. "That stuff is..." She shook her head.
Faith took her hands. "C'mon Buff," she said and pulled her back into the moving crowd. The music started pumping again and this time, Faith put her hands directly on Buffy's hips and helped her move. Buffy felt lightheaded, airy, happy. She followed Faith's lead. It felt good. She licked her lips and tasted the vodka. She couldn't see why she'd worried about getting close to Faith before. She pushed herself closer, and Faith's arms slid around her waist, her fingertips rubbing against the back of her dress. But she didn't care. She kept swinging her hips. She likes the way Faith's hands dipped lower when the beat got faster. She pressed closer, til her breasts were smooshed against the other slayers and their hips slid against one another as they moved.
It felt amazing. Buffy pictured herself back at the Bronze, back in highschool, dancing just because it felt good to dance. She imagined Xander and Willow talking back at some of the high top tables and maybe Oz was there too, or Cordelia even. But when she opened her eyes again, she just saw Faith. Faith's dark red lips, her caramel colored irises, dark eyelashes and the her jaw swept down to her chin. Buffy reached one of her hands up and ran her index finger along Faith's jaw. When Faith smiled, she touched her dimple.
"You're tipsy," Faith said, and her nose scrunched up a little. Buffy felt her stomach churning again, and that familiar heat spreading over her body.
Buffy giggled. "Yeah, maybe a little." She touched Faith's lips with her fingertips and pulled them back, slightly pink from Faith's lipstick. "Do you always wear lipstick?"
Faith led her off of the dancefloor, took her to a stool by the bar and hoisted her up to sit there. "You don't drink, do ya?"
Buffy shook her head. "Nope." She couldn't help from smile. She had no idea why she wanted to smile, but she had no idea why she shouldn't either, so she just did.
"I'm gettin' this real weird vibe from you," Faith said and ran a hand through her hair. "Somethin' I've never felt from you before." She straightened her top and said, "B, are you into me?"
Buffy didn't have the same reaction skills as normal, because the beer had numbed them. "What?" She laughed it off, slowly. "No, of course not."
Faith reached forward and touched Buffy's thigh, ran her hand from her knee and up to the hem of Buffy's dress. Buffy gasped, avoided Faith's eyes.
"You're vibin' all over me," Faith said. "Don't sit there and tell me you're not."
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