Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Title: Huh?
Author: jazzman31
Rating: M
Chase Manor 10:30 pm
Faith, had woken up to use the restroom, and was just settling back into bed, when her door opened. There was only one person who opened her door without knocking. She would have feigned sleep, but it wouldn't have done her any good.
"Go away, C," Faith said.
"No, I won't go away, Faith. Why do you always do this?" Cordelia said, as she sat on Faith's bed next to her sister.
"Don't know what you're talking about, C, but I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd be so kind as to move your ass off my bed, so I can sleep."
"No, I am not going anywhere. You are going to talk to me, or I will sit here all night singing 'God Save the Queen,'" Cordelia said.
"Fine, what?"
"Why do you do this?"
"Do what?"
"Push people away, before they get to know you for the you that I know?"
"Because the me that you know trusts you, and anyone else outside of this family and the people that work in this house, I don't trust, and have no desire to trust. Is that reason enough for you?"
"Faith, I think that you and Willow would make a very cute couple, if not that she'd be a good friend. Buffy told me what a rough life she's had, maybe you two could maybe use your childhood to bond."
"C, look, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but if you don't get out of my room in like two seconds I'm gonna punch you so hard you won't wake up until I say so, got it?" Faith growled through her teeth.
"Fine, be a bitch, see if I care. I only want you to be happy, but you're not even willing to try."
"Finally, she gets a fucking clue."
"If you ever decide to attempt to be nice to someone, let me know, I'll teach you how."
Faith flipped Cordelia off, and then turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't find her, so she threw the covers off, and went to her favorite guitar. She plugged it into the amp she'd had built into the wall, and put her headphones on. She strapped up, and let it rip. She played well into the night, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall of speakers.
School the next day
Faith looked for Willow all morning, but she wasn't in any of their classes. She didn't find her until after lunch.
"Willow, I have been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?" Faith said, upon spotting the redhead.
"I was under the impression that you didn't want to see me so I volunteered to help out with the eighth grade visitation," Willow replied softly.
"About last night," Faith began, but Willow help up her hand to silence her.
"I don't want you to apologize if you don't mean it. I don't want you to fill my head with crap, and then make me step in it when you go off on me again. Just forget it happened, and let's work on our project and leave whatever happened or might have happened last night there," Willow watched Faith's eyes, hoping that she hadn't overdone it. She had forgiven Faith after it happened, but it still hurt. She watched several emotions wash over Faith's face; anger, confusion, disappointment, sadness, pride? Faith's lips curved into her trademark smirk.
"Way to go, Will. I'm glad I finally found someone who doesn't want to kiss my ass in hopes I won't kick theirs. Actually, I brought you a peace offering," Faith said reaching into a pocket and pulling out a candy bar.
"Milky Way? My favorite, how did you know?"
"I called G-man this morning, and asked. They're my favorite, too. I also brought you this," Faith said, handing Willow a book. "This is my favorite book, but I want you to have it, because I am willing to try to make a friendship last longer than a day. I know it's gonna be work, but I think if I had the right teacher I could ace it. So whaddya say?" Instead of replying with words, Willow wrapped Faith up in a tight hug. "What are you doing, Red?" Faith asked.
"It's called a hug, silly," Willow said, not releasing her hold for a second.
"I know, but why are you hugging me?"
"Because, that is what friends do," Willow said pulling back a bit to look into Faith's face. "Aren't you going to hug me back?"
"Sure, just as long as you don't tell anyone about this," Faith said, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl.
"Too late," a voice called from behind them. "You are so never going to live this down."
Faith pushed Willow away quickly, and turned to stare into the faces of her sister and Buffy. "C, what are you doing here? I thought you had a class?"
"I did, but I volunteered for the second half of eighth grade day, so Buffy and I decided to stop by here on our way from the bathroom to make sure you didn't kill Willow," Cordelia explained.
"Or vice versa," Buffy said.
"Well, we're all healthy here, so leave," Faith said, the muscles in her jaw flexing.
"Don't think this is the end of this," Cordelia called over her shoulder. "You are so going to be embarrassed."
"It's just more I can tell my therapist about," Faith said, referring to Cordelia's treatment. "Then we'll have to go back to family therapy."
"You wouldn't," Cordelia said, turning to face her sister once more.
"Wouldn't I?" Faith asked, arching her eyebrows.
"What do you want?"
"A week's worth of you kissing my ass," Faith said.
"Never," Cordelia said.
"Oh, well, then cancel your plans for Saturday."
"How about, no interfering in your personal life, unless you ask, for a week?"
"That's tempting. Add no coming into my room without knocking and you've got a deal."
"Fine," Cordelia said, and they shook hands.
"Of course that deal is null and void, if you walk into my room without knocking or interfere."
"Of course," Cordelia said and walked out of the library.
"What was that?" Willow asked.
"That was how to make a deal. I think I got the better end, because I was never going to mention it," Faith smirked.
"You're in therapy?" Willow asked.
"Yes, is that a problem?" she asked defensively.
"No, I was just wondering what we don't have in common," Willow said.
"You too, huh?"
"Yes, every Tuesday at four-thirty," Willow said with a frown.
"I go three times a week, because our therapist lives in our house."
"Wow, a live in therapist."
"Hey, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I hate it. I hate digging below the surface. I hate sharing my feelings, and most of all I hate my therapist. She's a bitch, and she always tries to tell me what I should feel, or think, or do. She compares me to normal people. I am not normal, I never have been, nor will I be," Faith said.
"What's normal, anyway?" Willow asked.
"I dunno, whatever it is, I ain't."
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"Talk slang," Willow said.
"Because I don't like to go around saying shit like 'pedagogy' or other big ass words that make people sound stupider than slang does. Chase uses those big words in his speeches, and I think he sounds like an ass."
"Point taken, but you should try to at least swear less," Willow said in a motherly tone.
"What are you my mother now?"
"No, nor do I want to be," Willow said, and immediately regretted it when Faith became silent.
"Yeah, who would want to be her?" Faith said. An awkward silence filled the library. "So you ready to get this party started?"
"Huh?" Willow asked.
"Our project. Let's start working on it, I brought the books," Faith said pulling the books out of her messenger bag.
"You actually own a backpack?"
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my image." Willow chuckled, and then smiled at Faith.
"So are we okay?" Willow asked searching Faith's face.
"Yeah, we're okay, Red," Faith said with a genuine smile
"Can I ask you a question, then?"
"I may not answer it, but yeah," Faith said, fidgeting a bit. She wasn't so certain that she'd like this friend thing.
"Did you mean what you said last night?"
"When?"
"When you said you liked me, that way."
"I never said that."
"Well, you implied it. Did you mean it?"
"What if I did?" Faith asked, stepping closer to Willow. To an outsider it might have been interpreted as threat, but Willow wasn't fazed.
"Because I like you, that way," Willow said, barely above a whisper.
"Can't hear you, Red, what'd you say?" Faith said stepping closer to Willow, by that time they were practically flush against each other.
"I like you that way," Willow said, finally lifting her head, and was a bit surprised by the closeness of Faith. Faith reached out, and touched Willow's cheek gently.
"Don't hurt me, Red. I couldn't take it," Faith said.
"I won't, intentionally," Willow replied, as their lips gravitated together. Their lips were a hairsbreadth apart, when a clatter and very English voice interrupted.
"Oh, dear Lord," Giles said after dropping his books, the two girls sprang apart as if they had been electrocuted. "I didn't see anything," Giles said, furiously polishing his glasses.
"S'okay, nothing to see," Faith said, brushing it off. She plopped down in a chair, and began taking notes on style from Dante.
"Yeah," Willow said. "Nothing to see," and she too sat down, and began to take notes. She picked up Macbeth, and saw that she didn't have to do any work, because there was writing in the margins from one of Faith's previous assignments. It suddenly dawned on her that Faith was just using work as a cover up for what had almost happened. Willow's brow furrowed as she lost herself deep in thought. Why did she want to hide her feelings? Why was she pretending to work if she had already done it? Did she really mean that she liked her, that way? Why is she staring at me?
"Red, you okay?" Faith asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Willow said. "I was wondering if I should take more notes and add to the notes you've already taken, or should we discuss what you've written?"
"Oh, yeah, I kinda forgot, that I wrote in that copy. Let's discuss then," Faith said moving her chair closer to Willow.
"Faith, why do I get the feeling that you're already finished with the paper for this assignment?"
"Well, I didn't sleep much last night, so I played my guitar for a while and then fell asleep about two. I woke up at three, and decided to go ahead and do the assignment, because I didn't have anything else to do," Faith said, avoiding eye contact with Willow.
"So you're completely finished?" Willow asked, amazed at Faith, yet again.
"Yeah, you can read it if you want," Faith said, digging through her messenger bag. She produced a mini iNotebook, and placed it on the table. She pulled the document up, and placed the computer in front of Willow. By the end of the period Willow was only a quarter of the way finished with reading the paper.
"Wow, Faith, this is really good, but we're going to have to cut this down to two pages. This is like masters thesis material," Willow said. "Um, we have to go to photography, now, so I'll finish this eventually."
"Yeah, can we leave our stuff here, because after photog we have to be here anyway?" Faith asked.
"Yep, here, I'll put it in Dad's office," Willow said taking Faith's things. Faith carried her camera and her agenda with her to their next class.
Faith's Locker after school
"Hey, Faith, can I ask you a question?" Willow asked as she stood next to the brunette.
"You just did," Faith said, with a smirk, as she closed her locker.
"Another one?"
"You just did."
"Ugh. I mean...-"
"Just ask the question, Red," Faith said slightly amused at her companion.
"Well, I was just wondering what you meant when you said that our almost kiss was nothing."
"I didn't say the kiss was nothing, I said that there was nothing to see because nothing happened," Faith explained. "And nothing did happen, yet, but maybe later it will. I think we should just be friends first before we go about making out and such."
"I understand, I was thinking the same thing. I mean we only met, yesterday, and that is way too fast for me. I think we should hang out, and get to know each other first, before we get involved."
"I agree, and now I definitely have something to tell my therapist," Faith joked.
"What?" Willow asked.
"That I finally thought with my heart and not my lust," Faith said, before Willow could ask about that comment, Faith spoke. "Hey, can you come over after your appointment?"
"Yes, I can. I want to finish reading your epic," Willow teased.
"It isn't that long," Faith said.
"Please, I read fast, and I am only an eighth through the massive piece," Willow chuckled, and soon burst into giggles.
"It's not funny, Red," Faith said, even though she was trying to keep from laughing herself. "Okay, so I got a little longwinded, but at least I don't babble."
"Hey, that's below the belt," Willow said.
"Speaking of which, I know what's below and above yours," Faith said in a sexy whisper that made Willow's skin crawl (in a good way) and her tummy do flip-flops. "I'll see you later, Red," Faith said, and just like that she was gone. Why did she do that? How did she do that? How did she switch from annoying, to funny, to oh so sexy in a matter of seconds? She was startled out of her thinking when a horn honked nearby, and she saw that it was Joyce.
"Hey, Mom," Willow said as she climbed inside the jeep.
"Hey, Willow how was school today? Did you make up with Faith?"
"Yes, I did," Willow said, trying to contain the smile that always graced her lips when thinking of the wavy haired brunette.
"I take it things went well?"
"Yeah." They sat in silence for a moment, before Willow broke it. "Hey, Mom, can Faith come over for dinner tomorrow after practice?"
"Sure, why not tonight?"
"I already told her that we'd work on our project at her house after my appointment."
"She knows about your appointments?" Joyce asked, amazed that Willow had confided her secret in a stranger, and had thrown a hissy fit when Joyce had suggested that they tell her coach why she wasn't at practice on Tuesdays.
"Yeah, she's in therapy too. She goes three times a week, and her therapist lives with her."
"Really?"
"Yes," Willow said, as they pulled up to the clinic. "You don't have to wait on me. Faith gave me the number to call if I need a ride anywhere, so you can go home, and I'll call when I get to Faith's. Okay?"
"Okay, be home by nine, okay?"
"Alright, bye Mom, I love you," Willow called as she ran into the building. She checked in at the desk, and sat down to wait. Moments after she sat down, her name was called, and she went back.
"Hello, Willow, how are you today?" Dr. Green asked her. Dr. Green was a nice lady, who looked to be no older than Willow, but was actually in her late twenties. She had been some type of prodigy, and completed specialty school when she was 25.
"I'm fine, Dr. Green, how are you?"
"I'm doing quite well, considering," she said patting her protruding belly.
"How's your husband?" Willow asked.
"He's fine; he still thinks I'm beautiful six months pregnant. You do realize that this is our last session before I go on maternity leave tomorrow?"
"Yes, and I am thankful that you stayed the extra say to see me," Willow said settling herself in her chair.
"So do you want to start, or do you want me to ask you some questions to get started?"
"I'll start; I actually have stuff to talk about."
"That's good," Dr. Green said.
"Yeah, so like yesterday the Chase sisters started school, and I'd heard that they were stuck up and everything and that one of them were like a stoner or something, but anyway. I met both of them, and they're actually pretty nice. Cordelia is the oldest, she's Buffy's age. She and Buffy are just alike, cheerleaders, preps, obnoxious, etc. Dawn is a year younger than me, she's the youngest, and she's kind of a pest from what I've seen so far. She is always ragging on Faith, but I think they do it love," She stopped talking, and smiled as she thought about Faith.
"Who is Faith?" Dr. Green asked, and took note of the way that Willow blushed at the mention of her name.
"She's my age, and she's a genius. She already graduated high school last year, but the BOE thinks that she isn't ready to attend college yet, so she is being forced to suffer the woes of adolescence with other adolescents. We have a lot in common, but our personalities totally clash. I mean she is very bold and brave around new people and she doesn't blush when she talks about sex, and she definitely isn't afraid of being naked," Willow said blushing at the last part.
"Did you experience her boldness first hand, or is that hearsay as well?" Dr, Green asked, and smiled to herself when the adolescent on her couch blushed to beat her hair.
"I witnessed it first hand. We were teamed up together to work on an English project, and she suggested that we work at her house, and I could take a shower and eat there, and so I agreed. I took a shower, but there weren't any towels so she went to get some, but when I finished my shower she was standing there holding the towel, and she checked me out, and then she started getting undressed, and well I looked, but I didn't mean to, I mean she's pretty, but I would rather not have seen her naked, because every time I look at her now, I just remember how big her breasts are, and how toned her body is; but she is totally cool about it, but I don't get her sometimes. I mean sometimes she opens up a little and I see who she must be around her family, but it is so brief that I am not sure I witnessed it at all, and then we're at each other's throats; and then she almost kissed me today in the library, and I would have let her too, but then Dad walked in and drops his stuff and ruins it; but then I'm glad that she didn't because I would have felt dumb if she had, and then told me that she would only like to be friends, and yeah, so that is Faith."
"Well, it seems to me that you like this girl," Dr. Green said.
"Yeah, I do, but I agree with her, because we barely know each other, and I don't want to get involved with her and find out that she really is a psycho or something. Y'know?"
"Yes, Willow, breathe."
"Yeah, so that was pretty much how the day went, except today she brought me a candy bar, and a book. I ate the candy bar, but I didn't really look at the book," Willow said digging through her backpack. "Here it is, wow," Willow said reading the title. "'Poetry for the Untamed Heart,'" Willow read the title. She opened the book, and an inscription addressed to her, forgetting her audience she read it aloud. "Willow, I just wanted to apologize to you for treating unkindly. You just scared me, because you made me feel alive again. I haven't lived in a while, and it is a very scary thing for me. You may think that it is too soon to say this, but I love you already, and I barely know you. The first time I looked into your eyes, I saw my self reflected in them. That intrigued me and scared the hell out of me at the same time, and last night, I just couldn't deal. I don't expect anything from you, except your friendship. Love Faith. P.S. I marked a couple of poems in here that made me think of you.' Wow, I had no idea," Willow said.
"Yeah, she sounds very passionate," Dr. Green said.
"Yeah, did I forget to mention that she's passionate? Passionate should be her middle name. Even her gaze is passionate and very intense."
"It must be unnerving being around some one so full of emotion."
"Not really, when I'm around her, I feel alive too. I feel her intensity, and her passion and they invigorate me. Her eyes are haunted, though. If you just look at them when she isn't paying attention, you can see the hurt and anguish wash over them, but she'll never reveal that to you directly, no way, but that's what draws me to her, I want to pick apart the puzzle that is Faith."
Chase Manor
"So, Faith how was your day?" Dr. Schmidt asked.
"Fine," Faith said picking her nails.
"Faith, if you don't talk to me, then your sessions will be increased," Dr. Schmidt reminded.
"Look, Jan. I had a great day, until I came here. You wanna know why my day got shitty after I got here? I'll tell you, because I hate telling you shit about my past about my mom, about every bastard that came through the door. Most of I hate you, because you try to change me into someone I'm not. I'm not the one with the problem you are. You think that just because Chase fucked your ugly one time that you're high and mighty, and have the right to tell me how to live my life, well I've got news for you sister; no one wan run me, and no one can tell me what to do, not even Chase, so just piss off."
"I'll have you committed, again," Dr. Schmidt said.
"Yeah, and I'll run away before you can sign the damn paper. You forget, Jan, I have connections, too, the kind that can make you disappear without a trace," Faith said calmly.
"You're bluffing," Jan, said, though she was trembling with fear.
"Am I? You should pay better attention to your notes. Remember when I told you about a gang called 'La Familia'? They are my family, and they will protect me at all costs, and they have ties to places you've never dreamed of, higher than Chase. So just get your fat ass off your high horse, and fuck off," Faith said, as she walked out the door.
"Faith, therapy is over already?" Cordelia asked.
"Yes, she said, I didn't need to go anymore," Faith said.
"Did you threaten her?"
"No, just made a few promises," Faith said with a smirk, and sauntered down the hall and up the stairs to her room. She collapsed on her bed, and burst into laughter. Her emotions were on overload, and laughing was much better than crying in her book, so she laughed. She lay there on her bed, and drifted off to sleep, and was awaken thirty minutes later by the phone. "Hello," she said groggily.
"Faith, were you sleeping?" came the voice.
"Who is this?" she asked trying to shake the sleep from her head.
"It's Willow, you told me to call this number after therapy," Willow explained.
"Oh, yeah, shit, Red, I forgot. James'll be there in a minute. Where are you at?" After writing the address down, Faith ran down the stairs and located James, and they were off. James got out of the car and went to find Willow, because Faith had fallen asleep again. Willow climbed into the back seat with Faith, and smiled at her sleeping form. She looked so innocent, almost angelic? Nah, not Faith. She did look innocent, though, and child-like. Willow stared at her for most of the trip, and jumped when I sleep filled voice broke through her thoughts.
"It's not nice to stare," Faith said, with a smirk, and nearly laughed when Willow jumped.
"Yeah, and it's not nice to scare people either. Did you have a nice nap?" Willow said, as Faith stretched like a cat.
"Yep, how was therapy?" Faith asked.
"I'm finished," Willow said.
"For good?"
"Yes. I'm done, and I'm kinda sad, but glad. No more missed practices."
"I'm done, too. So I guess, we're free together."
"Yeah... um Faith, I read your inscription."
"Oh, yeah, I just wrote that when I was feeling the moment, but I meant it."
"I feel the same way, but I agree it's too soon," Willow said. "Mom wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow after practice. You can shower at our house."
"Anxious to get me naked again, Red?"
"N-no, t-that's-" Willow stuttered, her face bright red.
"Relax, Red, just funnin' ya, not gonna jump ya... unless ya want me to," Faith said with a sexy grin. "Besides, I don't have time to right now," with that the door opened, and they were let out by James. "Thanks, J. Do you know when Dad is coming home?"
"Late he said, and he expects you all to be in the bed."
"Great," Faith said sarcastically.
"He's not home that often is he?" Willow asked.
"Not really, anymore, now that he's mayor. Apparently everything needs his approval, and everyone needs to have a meeting with him," Faith said as she kicked her shoes off, and tossed them in the bottom of her closet. She got her laptop out and let Willow finish reading the paper as she strummed her guitar. She grew rather bored with it quickly, and started doing push-ups.
"Faith, sit down please," Willow begged finally.
"Sorry, I hate sitting still. If I sit still I go to sleep. I don't think you'd appreciate it too much if I fell asleep on ya, so I gotta do something."
"Why don't you play me a song?" Willow suggested.
"That won't distract you?"
"No," Willow said, and Faith picked up he acoustic, and played the song that she didn't have the words to yet. An hour later Willow's stomach growled, and Faith smirked at her.
"Hungry, Red?"
"Yes."
"Let's go eat, Maria made chicken Tetrazini."
"Sounds good, what's for dessert?"
"Me, if you're lucky," Faith whispered in her ear, and then shimmied her way out of the door. Willow blushed, and then followed Faith downstairs. She should have been expecting it, she walked right into it. Dessert? Of course, she wasn't used to Faith sexual references, but still she shouldn't have been so shocked. It wasn't the comment that shocked, it was the way her body reacted to the comment that shocked her. He heart lurched and hammered furiously against her chest, her stomach did flip-flops, and below that, well it wasn't so dry anymore. They ate and retired back to Faith's room after eating strawberry cheesecake for dessert, which of course Faith made a show of. Willow finally finished reading the paper around eight forty-five, and Faith told her to take her notebook home with her so that she could edit it, and cut it down to high school level. Faith rode with James to take Willow home, and they held hands silently the entire way.
"Good night, Red," Faith said as Willow got out the car.
"Good night, Faith," Willow replied, and they leaned together as if to kiss, but Joyce walked out of the house at that moment.
"Willow is that you?" Joyce called.
"Yeah, Mom."
"Wow, what's with the fancy ride?" Joyce asked walking over.
"Um, this is Faith's Dad's car," Willow said, pulling Faith out of the car. "This is Faith. Faith this is my mom, Joyce Giles."
"Nice to meet you," Joyce said extending her hand.
"Pleasure's mine, Mrs. Giles," Faith said taking Joyce's hand, and using her natural charm to win Joyce over.
"Oh, please, call me Joyce."
"Joyce. I'm sorry, Willow's a little late, and we kind of got into a heated discussion about the length of our paper."
"It's all right, it's only five after nine. I'd be angry if it was ten. Faith, would you like to come inside?"
"Um, actually, I have to decline your offer, because my dad made me promise that I'd be in the bed by ten, so I have to go. Thank you for the offer, but I must be going. Willow call me, if you run into any problems, okay, I'll see you both tomorrow for dinner. Adieu," Faith said as she climbed back into the Rolls Royce, and they drove away.
"Well, she is certainly quite the charmer," Joyce said.
"Yes, that she is," Willow said, with a smile as they walked up the walk to the house. "Good night, Mom," Willow said, hugging her mother. She trudged up the stairs deep in thought, and nearly ran into Giles.
"Oops, sorry, Dad," Willow said.
"Are you alright?" Giles said.
"I'm fine," Willow said nervously, not sure how to say what was on her mind. Giles looked at her, and sensed what she was feeling right away.
"Don't worry, I didn't tell Joyce about the incident earlier today, but I would appreciate it very much if you two would refrain from any physical activity in the library. I'll act surprised when you tell your mom about the two of you," Giles said.
"But," he didn't hear what she had to say, because her phone started ringing, and he was already down the stair. "We're not together," she said to herself. "Hello," she said into the receiver.
"So, does your mom like me, or what?" came the voice.
"She thinks you're a charmer, and I have to admit you surprised me with your manners. Didn't think you had any to be honest," Willow said.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Faith said. "So, you thinking about me?"
"No way," Willow said.
"Uh-huh, sure. Why don't I believe you? I can just see your face all red as you blush at being caught thinking about my naked body."
"Grow up, Faith," Willow said. "I was thinking about how you never cease to amaze me."
"That's what I'm here for to amaze the world, anyway, I just wanted to make sure your mom liked me, so that I can relax at dinner tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning, and don't forget my computer. My life is on that computer. And don't go snooping in places you've no business going. Got it?"
"Yes, Faith, I got it. What are you doing?" Willow asked when she heard water running in the background.
"I'm sitting on the edge of the tub butt naked, watching it fill with water while I play in it with my feet."
"Okay, I'll let you go. Good night, Faith."
"Night, Red," Faith said, and then Willow clicked her phone off, and sat on her bed. She thought about her rapidly growing relationship with Faith, and how she could baffle her beyond words with the many layers she produced. She began cutting Faith's paper apart, even while her mind drifted to other things like; Faith sitting naked on the edge of the tub, but she quickly snapped out of it, and tried to focus, but it soon became evident that she wasn't going to get any work done. She slid off the bed, and walked into her private bathroom they had built on when she and Buffy turned 12. She filled her tub up with water as hot as she could stand, and relaxed for a while as her mind continued to ask questions about the raven haired beauty.
