A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter than the others (but not by much). Anyway, I had to write a little smut for you guys, although it's a poor attempt and... well, here it is! Enjoy! (:

Chapter 4: Paint The Town

Wednesday 7:55pm

Trying to decide between two dresses always became a war for Buffy. Tonight's war? The strapless, stretchy, black number that stopped mid-thigh and looked like it was practically painted on versus the strapless, stretchy tan number that stopped mid-thigh. With pin-straight hair in a neat ponytail and natural makeup, Buffy stood in front of the mirror in a black lace thong and her black Christian Louboutin pumps, holding up the black dress for the last time.

"The black one!" Lindsey yelled while brushing his teeth.

"If I wear the black one, I'll have to change my shoes."

"So, change your shoes." Lindsey spat out the foamy toothpaste.

"It's not that simple! If I wear the black dress, I have to wear my cheetah print Jimmy Choos with the red bottom. If I wear those Choos than I have to change my lipstick." Buffy whined.

Hello, Planet Narcissist.

"I thought you had to meet Faith at eight." Lindsey kissed her cheek as he walked past her.

Flashback

Starting the ignition, Buffy turned to Faith and said in a mock, Spanish accent, "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do."

"How about this: you meet me at the Bronze tonight at eight and I'll tell you everything you wanna know?" Faith offered.

Buffy's green eyes flashed. "Fine. Torture me, why don't you?"

Faith laughed. "Never, B. Lest you say 'please'."

End of flashback

Buffy glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes. She was supposed to meet Faith at the Bronze, a local club, by eight.

Pfft! Like that was gonna happen.

She slipped into the black dress. Lindsey zipped it up for her. Buffy grabbed her phone, keys and wallet, kissed Lindsey and ran out of the room.

"I love you! Don't wait up, babe!" She yelled.

The Bronze, 8:27pm

"Hey, Sean," Buffy tried getting the bartender's attention, "have you seen a girl about my height and build, brown hair?" When Sean shook his head, Buffy ordered a dirty martini.

"Had plans on standing me up?" Faith said, lowly in Buffy's ear. Tingles ran down Buffy's spine as she turned to face her new friend.

"No. Sorry I'm late. I couldn't decide on what to wear."

"Well, I can definitely say that you made the right decision." Faith said. She made no attempt at trying to conceal her wandering eyes.

Buffy felt her cheeks flush. "Thanks."

"Dirty martini. Looking good, Buffy." Sean said, tapping the bar behind her. "What's up, Faith?"

"Thanks, Sean." Faith said. She slid him a ten dollar bill and handed Buffy her drink.

It was then that Buffy noticed the neck of a Corona bottle in Faith's left hand.

"You're drinking tonight. I have to say, I'm surprised."

"Celebrations." Faith led Buffy up the black iron steps to the balcony. "We already have a table."

"We?" Buffy inquired.

"Spike, you remember Buffy, right?" Faith said, gesturing to her long-time friend.

"Absolutely. Nice to see you again." Spike said.

"Same to you."

The two women settled into the comfortable chairs. Buffy sat her drink on the table.

"So, the weather has been great, huh?" Faith joked. Casually, she took a sip of her beer.

"Continuing with the torture, I see."

"You can't just keep the girl in suspense all night." Spike grinned.

"Alright. What do you wanna know?" Faith leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and folding her hands together.

"The name."

"Michelle is my real middle name."

"And Albany?"

"My darkest nights and brightest days happened in Albany, New York. And sort of a homage to my family who are from Albania. What else?"

"Are you working on anything new? I mean, I know you just finished the Re-birth Day Girl series, but-."

"I'm always working on something new," interjected Faith. "If your next question is 'can I see whatever you're working on?', the answer is no. Don't take it personally, though. Even Spike doesn't get a preview. Anything else?"

"I don't know. I'm still in shock. I mean, I've idolized you as inspiration for most of my work since college. I'm totally going fangirl on you." Buffy gushed.

"Oh, stop, you're embarrassing me."

Nonchalant, was an understatement. It was as if Faith didn't even realize how amazing she truly was, let alone the impact that she'd had on Buffy's life.

"This doesn't mean you're going to start looking at me like I'm 'Faith, king of the gods', are you?"

"No, you narcissist, but I can't promise that I won't ask for an autograph."

"I'll sign anything you want," flirted Faith.

"Okay, I'm cutting you off." Buffy said. She reached over and grabbed Faith's beer, downing the rest in a few gulps.

Spike laughed. "My kind of woman."

Faith shot Spike a playful look that said, 'Back off, she's mine'. Spike simply grinned.

Two hours of dancing (and drinks) later...

Buffy and Spike stood at the bar, waiting for their order. Apparently, Sean's shift was over and the new bartender was less than incompetent.

Must be fresh out of bartending classes, Buffy thought.

"You know she's looking at you right now." Spike said to Buffy. The more he drank, the thicker his accent got.

"How do you know that? You haven't even turned around."

"She's going to keep her eye on you now. She's infatuated by you, Goldilocks."

"You're drunk." Buffy attempted to laugh off Spike's words. At the same time, however, she wanted to hear more.

A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, her mother, Joyce, had said once.

"No, I mean it. Besides, I'm English. I can drink you Yanks 'under the table', as you like to say." Spike could tell he'd peaked Buffy's curiousity. "And no matter how hard you try, her thrall will pull you in so deep, you won't be able to do anything but drown in her. So, pet, cling to that pretty, safe mister of yours as long as you can before it happens, yeah?"

Shock flashed across Buffy's face. She was determined to remained composed. Spike seemed as if he was talking from personal experience. Before she could answer, Spike grabbed two out of three drinks and headed back to their table with Buffy in tow.

"To new friends and much-needed night's out." Spike said, holding up his rum and coke.

"Here, here!" Buffy chimed in. Buffy had felt the alcohol coursing through her after her first three shots. Now, here she was, six shots, two dirty martinis, a Irish Trashcan, and half of a Corona later. Drunk and horny were the two understatements of the year.

"Faith, come dance." Buffy said. Had there been any more words in that sentence, Faith was sure that Buffy would have slurred them.

Buffy stood up and pulled Faith up, too. They headed down the stairs and made for the dance floor. The live band that the Bronze usually offered had been substituted for a wicked awesome DJ who continuously played the latest popular music. With Show Me Love, a house music mix, playing, Buffy and Faith danced. The entire time they danced, the pair had to touch each other in some way; holding hands or Buffy's back to Faith's front.

Trust, loyalty, and passion were all that Faith asked for. Unfortunately for Buffy, the trust, loyalty and passion would be her downfall.

Thursday, 12:10am

Buffy struggled to make the key to her loft fit into its lock. The jingling metal fell to the floor. Drunken giggling from Spike and Faith ensued as Buffy retrieved the keys and attempted it again. This time she was successful. Buffy shushed them as she opened the door.

"Thanks, guys." She pecked them each on the cheek, waved bye and shut the door as quietly as she could.

"Buffy?" Lindsey's voice said. Busted.

"Hi baby." Buffy locked the door. She walked to the couch where he sat, bent down and kissed him.

"I take it you had a good night."

"I had an great night." Buffy's voice turned seductive. "But it's about to get better."

She reached behind her and successfully unzipped her dress on the first try. After a little pulling, the material fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it. Buffy stood in front of her fiance in her pumps, a black lace thong and a smile.

"Shit, I guess it is." Lindsey retorted. His hand found its way to his already hardening cock. He rubbed it through the soft material of his basketball shorts as he enjoyed the show.

Buffy turned around and as she slipped the lace from her ass, she bent over, allowing Lindsey a nice view of her pussy. Turning back around, she straddled his lap. Lindsey pulled her straightened hair from its hold and allowed her golden locks to assault his face as Buffy's lips found his. They kissed with fervor, only stopping when air was necessary. Buffy ground her hot, wet core against his clothed erection. She smirked when he moaned.

Buffy pushed and pulled until his shorts were to his knees. Her hand found his cock. Lindsey hissed. Buffy had no intentions on foreplay. She wanted it hard and fast and that's what she would get.

Still kissing him, she rose up and placed the thick head of his member against her opening. Buffy allowed the tip to enter, her pussy immediately suctioning him in. They both moaned into each other's mouths. She took him in, inch by inch until he buried deeply inside of her.

"So tight." Lindsey growled between kisses. Once Buffy got used to all eight inches, she started bouncing up and down on his dick. When she rose up, she squeezed her pussy muscles around him and more cream coated his tool.

"Unh... hunh! Shiiiiiiiit... so... fucking... good!" Buffy panted. As her body undulating on top of his, Lindsey grabbed Buffy's hips, helping her motion. Every time she came down, Lindsey thrust upwards. Sweat started forming on their bodies, soaking the couch with all of their bodily fluids.

Before long, Buffy could feel her orgasm rising. And rising. And rising.

"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!" Buffy yelled. Lindsey knew she was close. He hooked his hands on the back of knees and lifted her legs to his shoulders. He continuously thrust upwards. The head of of his cock massaged her g-spot with every movement.

"Huuuuunnnnhhhhh!" Buffy came loud and hard, a feral growl leaving her throat. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft and her body jerked uncontrollably. She climbed off of him and knelt between his legs. Buffy took him into her mouth, with no hands, and proceeded to suck her pussy juices off. She made slurping and sucking sounds as she took him deep into throat; she knew he liked that.

"Ohhhh... so good. You do it... perfect... so perfect. Yeah, suck it just like that." Lindsey said. His head switched between looking at Buffy's head bobbing in his lap and being thrown against the back of the couch.

"Ahh, sssss! Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Lindsey moaned. Letting his dick flop out of her mouth, Buffy jerked him off while she sweetly suckled on his balls.

"Oh fuck.. f-f-f-fuuuuuuuu-!" Lindsey yelled. He shot a hot, thick load of cum right into Buffy's hand.

Buffy smiled up at him. He pulled her face to him and kissed her.

"That was fucking amazing. You need to go out with Faith more often."

Oh, I plan to, Buffy thought, I definitely plan to.

Up Next: Hangover Buffy and Faith shares a little more about her life.