Faith was nervous, she had never really done the sleep-over thing before.
She didn't really have a normal childhood that provided her with a home
you'd take friends too, and she never let her one-nighters stick around.
This was going to be quite a new experience.
Buffy had just hung up the phone from her conversation with Willow and flopped down on the bed. The little Slayer was obviously very tired. Faith cleared her throat to get the blonds attention. Buffy opened her eyes to look at Faith expectantly.
"Um . . ." Faith started slowly, "Are you okay if I barrow this to sleep in?"
"Yeah, it's totally fine, help your self to anything you want." 'I wish you really meant that' Faith thought, ' cause that cold shower didn't help cool my jets at all . . .' Buffy was wearing a flannel pajama top and an old pair of boxers to bed. Faith had never seen such beautiful legs in her life! 'Buffy should wear more reveling clothing' Faith though, but then realized she didn't want to share the view with others.
"I am so beat, I could sleep for days." Buffy said through a yawn.
"I know what you mean, Slayer or not 7 hours of sleep is not gonna get me through tomorrow . . . Hey B?" Faith asked slowly.
"Yeah Faith?"
"Where am I gonna sleep?" This was the question Faith had been avoiding all night. She knew where she wanted to sleep, but didn't want to get her hopes up.
"In here with me." Buffy answered laughingly, as though it was a silly question.
"Okay, where do you keep your sleeping bags?" Faith was just happy to be sharing a room with the petite blond, the idea of sleeping on a couch was too reminiscent on her former home-life.
"Don't be silly Faith," Buffy answered seriously, "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor! You can just share the bed with me." Now Faith was a little unsure about what to do.
"Trust me," Faith said nervously, "After that Motel bed, the floor would be a welcome thing. And besides! We don't know how long I could be staying here! I don't want to crowd you." She didn't want Buffy to feel like Faith was trying to invade her life.
"Faith. It's okay. I want you to be as comfortable as you can be. This is your home for as long as you want it to be, that means you are at least entitled to a bed." 'Buffy obviously didn't grow up in my house' Faith thought.
"Okay, but if I start to crowd you, or cramp your style, I want you to tell me." With that she inched towards the bed.
"So . . ." Buffy almost whispered, "What side do you want?"
"Your bed, you pick first."
"Um, I dunno, maybe the left?"
"The left when you're in it, or the left when you're facing it?"
"The left when you're in it?" Buffy answered in an unsure tone.
"Sure," Faith said smiling, "I'll take the other left." Buffy giggled and pulled back the covers.
"I am so ready for sleep . . . "
"Wait a second!" Faith said in a reprimanding tone, "What about your homework?"
"What about it?" Buffy hadn't climbed into bed yet and was giving Faith one of her 'are-you-on-crack?' looks.
"Nuh-uh B," Faith stated seriously, "If I'm gonna stay here I'm gonna make sure you use your time productively. You are going to graduate on good terms even if it means I have to deprive you of sleep."
"You can't be serious . . ."
"I am B. I'm not letting you in this bed until you've completed at least 2 assignments." And with that Faith pulled the covers back to the regular positions.
"Alright," Buffy said slowly in a menacing tone, "But then you have to do your homework . . ."
"Uh, B?" Faith said in a mocking tone, "I don't have homework."
"Oh yes you do." And with that she dove for Faith's bag. She unzipped it and started to go through it, pulling out some of the clothes and then putting them back in.
"Hey!" Faith said, barely holding in a laugh, "What are you doing, going through my stuff?" Then in a whisper she said " . . . underwear sniffer . . ." that got Buffy to stop. She turned to Faith with a shocked look on her face. Faith lost it, she started laughing so hard she probably woke the whole street. Then Buffy stood up and handed Faith a book. It was the leather bound diary her first watcher had given her when she had been called, she hadn't really used it all that much since her watcher's death, and when she did write in it, it usually wasn't to write about Vampires.
"If I have to read 10 pages about World War One, then you have to write at least 5 pages about slaying in your Slayer diary." With that she forced the book into Faith's hands, smirking. Faith grimaced. She really wasn't in a writing mood.
"Five pages?!" Faith groaned.
"Do it, or no deal." Buffy stated in a confirming tone. "That's a pretty fair trade . . . "
"Fine!" Faith said pulling a pen from the spine of the book, "But you better not half ass your way through your work!" and with that they both got to work.
Buffy had just hung up the phone from her conversation with Willow and flopped down on the bed. The little Slayer was obviously very tired. Faith cleared her throat to get the blonds attention. Buffy opened her eyes to look at Faith expectantly.
"Um . . ." Faith started slowly, "Are you okay if I barrow this to sleep in?"
"Yeah, it's totally fine, help your self to anything you want." 'I wish you really meant that' Faith thought, ' cause that cold shower didn't help cool my jets at all . . .' Buffy was wearing a flannel pajama top and an old pair of boxers to bed. Faith had never seen such beautiful legs in her life! 'Buffy should wear more reveling clothing' Faith though, but then realized she didn't want to share the view with others.
"I am so beat, I could sleep for days." Buffy said through a yawn.
"I know what you mean, Slayer or not 7 hours of sleep is not gonna get me through tomorrow . . . Hey B?" Faith asked slowly.
"Yeah Faith?"
"Where am I gonna sleep?" This was the question Faith had been avoiding all night. She knew where she wanted to sleep, but didn't want to get her hopes up.
"In here with me." Buffy answered laughingly, as though it was a silly question.
"Okay, where do you keep your sleeping bags?" Faith was just happy to be sharing a room with the petite blond, the idea of sleeping on a couch was too reminiscent on her former home-life.
"Don't be silly Faith," Buffy answered seriously, "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor! You can just share the bed with me." Now Faith was a little unsure about what to do.
"Trust me," Faith said nervously, "After that Motel bed, the floor would be a welcome thing. And besides! We don't know how long I could be staying here! I don't want to crowd you." She didn't want Buffy to feel like Faith was trying to invade her life.
"Faith. It's okay. I want you to be as comfortable as you can be. This is your home for as long as you want it to be, that means you are at least entitled to a bed." 'Buffy obviously didn't grow up in my house' Faith thought.
"Okay, but if I start to crowd you, or cramp your style, I want you to tell me." With that she inched towards the bed.
"So . . ." Buffy almost whispered, "What side do you want?"
"Your bed, you pick first."
"Um, I dunno, maybe the left?"
"The left when you're in it, or the left when you're facing it?"
"The left when you're in it?" Buffy answered in an unsure tone.
"Sure," Faith said smiling, "I'll take the other left." Buffy giggled and pulled back the covers.
"I am so ready for sleep . . . "
"Wait a second!" Faith said in a reprimanding tone, "What about your homework?"
"What about it?" Buffy hadn't climbed into bed yet and was giving Faith one of her 'are-you-on-crack?' looks.
"Nuh-uh B," Faith stated seriously, "If I'm gonna stay here I'm gonna make sure you use your time productively. You are going to graduate on good terms even if it means I have to deprive you of sleep."
"You can't be serious . . ."
"I am B. I'm not letting you in this bed until you've completed at least 2 assignments." And with that Faith pulled the covers back to the regular positions.
"Alright," Buffy said slowly in a menacing tone, "But then you have to do your homework . . ."
"Uh, B?" Faith said in a mocking tone, "I don't have homework."
"Oh yes you do." And with that she dove for Faith's bag. She unzipped it and started to go through it, pulling out some of the clothes and then putting them back in.
"Hey!" Faith said, barely holding in a laugh, "What are you doing, going through my stuff?" Then in a whisper she said " . . . underwear sniffer . . ." that got Buffy to stop. She turned to Faith with a shocked look on her face. Faith lost it, she started laughing so hard she probably woke the whole street. Then Buffy stood up and handed Faith a book. It was the leather bound diary her first watcher had given her when she had been called, she hadn't really used it all that much since her watcher's death, and when she did write in it, it usually wasn't to write about Vampires.
"If I have to read 10 pages about World War One, then you have to write at least 5 pages about slaying in your Slayer diary." With that she forced the book into Faith's hands, smirking. Faith grimaced. She really wasn't in a writing mood.
"Five pages?!" Faith groaned.
"Do it, or no deal." Buffy stated in a confirming tone. "That's a pretty fair trade . . . "
"Fine!" Faith said pulling a pen from the spine of the book, "But you better not half ass your way through your work!" and with that they both got to work.
