Chapter 10
Upon entering the room Kennedy immediately searched for a phone to call for room service, while Willow looked around briefly before spotting the well-stocked, open mini bar and inconspicuously shuffled her way over to it.
Faith however, had a point to prove. She rushed past Buffy, grabbing her hand in the process and dragged her over to the largest couch that was in the living room area of their room. She flopped down on the couch, quickly pulling Buffy on top of her.
"Faith!" Buffy squealed as she fell on top of the grinning slayer. "What're you doing?" she asked, pushing against Faith's chest trying to upright herself.
Faith ignored the glare and the shunning efforts of her fiancé and tightly wrapped her arms around Buffy's lower back to keep her from escaping. She squirmed around on the couch in an attempt to make herself comfortable and adjusted her legs so that they fell open causing Buffy to slip between her thighs, their lower halves molding together perfectly.
"Faith! I'm supposed to be mad at you, remember?" Buffy asked as she once again as she brought her hands to the brunette's shoulders and once again tried to pull away. This only served to press their hips closer together, adding more pressure against Faith's long neglected intimate area.
Faith's grip tightened as she bit back a groan and squeezed her eyes shut. "I remember," she breathed out, her gravelly voice coming out in a low whisper and dripping with need. "But I just figured with how on and off you've been all day I thought maybe I'd take my chances that you'd flipped the switch by now and decide you want to love on me instead." Faith slowly opened her eyes to look up at Buffy, a soft smile playing across her lips.
Buffy looked down at the beautiful raven haired girl. She had to admit that she probably had been giving Faith a hard time today, but it was only because she was on the verge of having a meltdown about all of the things she needed to get done before the wedding. This day was special and she wanted it to be perfect and no one seemed to be paying any attention to what she wanted. It was more than enough to make a girl turn into bridezilla.
The blonde slayer sighed softly as she gazed into Faith's eyes. They shone with want, a little mischief but more importantly, love. Something she always saw when she looked into the soulful brown eyes of her soul mate, and it was the very thing that always made her heart tighten in her chest and made everything wrong in her world, right again.
Faith raised her brows slightly in a questioning gesture at Buffy's musing stare, causing Buffy's eyes to drift away for a second before she brought them back up to look apologetically at Faith, a pout forming on her lips. Faith eyes rolled in a dramatic manner, but she couldn't help the grin that pulled at her lips as she leaned up and placed a brief, gentle kiss on Buffy's pouty lips. Pulling away, Faith bounced her brows once suggestively, this time causing Buffy's eyes to roll as she chuckled at her playfulness, but also knowing that her outburst moments ago had been forgiven.
The couple often communicated silently, and to an onlooker, it looked like the two were merely just staring at each other, however, to the Chosen Two, their silent conversations told them all they needed to know within each other and they always were able to discern what the other was thinking by a simple look or gesture.
Buffy's hands slowly slid from their spot on Faith's chest up to her neck. She caressed the side of it with her thumbs slowly before sliding her arms around Faith's neck and pressing her body flush against the brunette.
"Ah, see I told you B. This couch is pretty damn comfortable, yeah?"
"Feels pretty good from my point of view," Buffy agreed with a smirk from her position on top of Faith. "How about from down there?" Buffy asked teasingly, her lips brushing softly over as she shifted in a deliberate rocking motion so that one of her thighs was pressed directly against the brunette's throbbing center.
The action pulled a pleasurable moan from Faith and her hands shifted to grab ahold of Buffy's hips. "Uh, yeah…it's all five by five from this end," Faith's gravelly voice replied, strained and thick with desire.
She raised her head and captured the blonde's lips with her own and Buffy eagerly returned the kiss while wasting no time in deepening it as she slid her tongue inside of Faith's parted lips. Both slayers moaned as tongues dueled and their hands roamed.
"Ahem," Kennedy cleared her throat as she stood at the end of the couch and looked down at the pair. "You do realize there are other people in this hotel suite with you right?"
"Yeah about that," Faith said as she peered over Buffy's shoulder to look at Kennedy, "maybe you could change that order so it's delivered to your own room and you and Red can clear out of here."
"Don't think so Lehane, you are so buying my breakfast. Besides I need to ask Buffy something," Kennedy said anxiously as she leaned over and placed her hands on the armrest.
"What is it Kennedy," Buffy asked, annoyance filling her tone as she begrudgingly pulled herself away from her raven-haired beauty and turned to face the youngest slayer. In a huff, Faith moved behind her and pulled herself into a sitting position to allow Buffy to sit back against her chest and into her embrace.
"Well, it's just that you haven't said anything about the luggage, so I was just um…you know, wondering if you liked it?" Kennedy asked nervously.
"Oh," Buffy looked surprised by Kennedy's question. However, what puzzled her most was the nervousness that was shown when she asked it. It almost appeared that the younger slayer was looking for her approval, something the rebellious younger slayer would never admit too.
"Well I wasn't expecting you to buy me a whole new set, but I like them," Buffy told her with a genuine smile.
Kennedy seemed to be pleased with this answer and a bright smile spread across her face as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Good! I'm really glad that you do. I was worried that you wouldn't really like the color."
"Well it's not the color I would've chosen, but I'll get over to it. It really is nice luggage plus it has the one requirement I asked for...wheels!" Buffy said happily.
"Yeah those would have to be a necessity with as much shit as you pack B. Even with being a slayer hauling all your shit around is a challenge," Faith teased while she ducked her head and nuzzled into the crook of Buffy's neck, causing her to giggle.
Kennedy's smiled vanished and she looked aghast as her eyes focused on Faith. "You said she would be okay with the color! I would've gone to more stores if I had known she wouldn't like it!"
"Kennedy, it's fine really. What's with the freak out?" Buffy asked thoroughly confused and a little concerned by the younger girl's outburst.
"Yeah Junior, what the hell is wrong with you? Since when are you so damn concerned about what colors B likes?" As soon as the question was out of Faith's mouth, her eyes widened slightly as a revelation hit her. "Maybe you're the one under a spell!" she accused. "You give B just as much shit as I do about all the damn pink and now you're throwing a fucking tantrum about picking the wrong color."
"What! No way. I'm not under anything so don't try to turn this around on me. Besides, Will's my girl; I don't think she'd be hitting me with the mojo," Kennedy defended.
"I don't think it works like that Kennedy. If this is anything like before and Willow isn't aware of the what then the who doesn't matter," Buffy explained. "So I think it's perfectly logical to assume that if anyone has been hit with witchfu it would be you. You're the one she's been with the entire time, have the two of you done anything unusual since we've been here?" Buffy interrogated.
"Unusual?" Kennedy's voice got unusually high and her eyes widened as she quickly stood upright and turned her back to her accusers. Her mind immediately ran over the predicament and the lack of details of the previous night her and Willow awoke to less than an hour ago. "Um…not at all, everything has been right as rain with me and Willow. Right Will?" Kennedy waited for her girlfriend to agree, but when only silence followed she spun around to scan the room for the witch, but her eyes fell back on the amused faces of her fellow slayers.
Faith raised a curious brow and smirk, while Buffy raised a finger and gestured pointedly at the red head on the other side of the room hovering around the mini wet bar.
"Right as rain, yeah?" Faith teased. "I think Red may have hit herself with a little bit of the mojo too. She looks like she's about one more drink away from needing to be in 12 step program. I should've known something was up when she kept knocking back the shots last night. Ain't no way she would've been able to stand all that without a little coaxing to whatever goddess she worships."
"Kennedy, I think you better go grab Will before she gets too far gone. We need to get a move on and I really don't need my maid of honor to be the clichéd drunk at my wedding," Buffy said worriedly while peering over at her friend.
The older slayers then watched as the disgruntled younger brunette stalked away while grumbling and headed towards her girlfriend.
"Anything specific we need to be on the lookout for with the spell deal, B?" Faith questioned with her eyes focused on the source of said spell.
"Well we all still have our vision and there haven't been any demons running rampant. The hotel isn't in an uproar and the cops aren't looking for us so I think this is only narrowed down to the two of them this time around," Buffy answered as she sat back against Faith and turned slightly so she could look at her over her shoulder.
Faith's brows furrowed. "I'm not even gonna ask," she said after a few moments. "I am however gonna ask about this you being married to Spike thing. You've never mentioned anything about that before, why?" Faith tried not to sound like she was making an accusation.
"Honestly there was nothing to tell." Buffy only shrugged nonchalantly and remained casual, really not wanting this to be an issue and turning her words over in her head so whatever she said wouldn't be misconstrued and cause a fight.
"So you want me to believe that the fact that the two of you ended up fucking like rabbits on speed had nothing to do with it."
"It absolutely did not." Buffy scoffed, slightly offended. "The whole mistake with me being engaged to Spike was exactly that Faith, a stupid mistake caused by a spell. And the whole me sleeping with him thing…," Buffy trailed off and closed her eyes briefly and sighed heavily. It was something she didn't want to remember let along talk about. She knew the reasoning for it; she couldn't say that even now she understood it so she wasn't sure if she could say it in a way to make her girlfriend see it as well.
Buffy sighed heavily again before she shifted in Faith's arms and turned around to straddle her lap. She brought her hands up and placed them on either side of Faith's neck and gazed into confused, stormy eyes. "Look Faith, that particular time in my life is not something I'm particularly proud of, okay?" Faith sat still, her gaze unwavering as Buffy continued. "I was in a bad place when that happened and it's not something I want to dredge up or over analyze anymore. Especially not with the woman I love on what's supposed to be one of the happiest days of our lives."
Faith stared intently at Buffy as she slowly brought her hands to rest on Buffy's hips. She sighed softly before nodding her understanding of what Buffy was saying. She too, didn't really want to dig much deeper into trying to understand what exactly it was Buffy saw in Spike. Much like before, when she'd heard about their sordid relationship from the bleach blond vampire himself when she came back to help out with The First, just thinking about Buffy being with him, no matter what state of mind she was, made her want to stake him at first sight.
"I'm sorry baby," Faith said as she brought herself forward to wrap her arms around Buffy's waist and laid her head against her chest to hug her. "I'm an idiot, we both know that, but it's only because I love you so much and you make me so damn crazy I can't think straight." Faith turned her head to nuzzle it against Buffy's breasts as she held on tighter.
"Well you thinking anything remotely along the lines of straight isn't a good thing as far as I'm concerned," Buffy stated with a chuckled at her fiancés choice of words. She wrapped her arms around Faith's neck and laid her head against Faith's head. "But you don't have anything to be sorry about sweetheart." Buffy planted a soft kiss on the top on Faith's head. "Just know that I love you and only you and I always will," she confessed.
Faith pulled back from the embrace to look up at Buffy. "I love you too, B," she told her and then brought a hand to the back of Buffy's neck to bring their lips together in a passionate kiss.
"Willow!" Kennedy yelled as she walked towards her girlfriend. "What are you doing?"
Willow jumped slightly and turned around at having been startled by Kennedy's forceful bellow. She raised her hand to wipe some spilt liquid off her chin and in her hand she held a champagne glass that was half full. "Kenny, what's wrong?" she asked thoroughly confused by the younger girl's agitated state.
"What's wrong? You're kidding me right? You're drinking alcohol at eight in the morning." Kennedy said with a disbelievingly look as she glared at the glass in the redhead's hand.
"What? It's champagne and orange juice…a mimosa! So that means it's a breakfast drink, and…and it's breakfast time! So this is perfectly acceptable and drinkable now," Willow declared with a definitive nod and then downed the rest of her drink.
Kennedy looked at the empty glass in her girlfriend's hand and took in the genuine look of consternation on her girlfriend's face. She shook her head at the absurdity of the situation and laughed sardonically. "Unbelievable! They were right." She threw her hands up as she spoke.
"Who was right and about what?" Willow asked as she set about pouring herself another drink.
Kennedy quickly moved to remove the bottle out of her witch's hand and set it back on the bar. She grabbed both of Willow's hands in her own and pulled her a few steps away. "Honey, listen to me okay," upon seeing the nod her girlfriend gave her, Kennedy continued. "You remember when we were just talking out in the hallway about how Buffy and Faith could be under some type of spell?"
"Of course I remember. And it's so obvious that something is going on with those two, Buffy would never let Faith get away with the grabby hands like she is now while we're in here." Willow's eyes immediately shifted over Kennedy's shoulder to look at her two friends.
Kennedy peered over her shoulder at the pair. Buffy had her head thrown back with her eyes closed and although Faith was now out of view, Kennedy couldn't mistake the moving lump under Buffy's shirt and on her chest for anything other than the older brunette's roaming hand. She internally confirmed that Buffy would never let Faith openly feel her up the way the older brunette was now. Something had to give.
"Okay so can you please focus and put a stop to this? Besides I don't think they were the only ones affected by this," Kennedy cautioned as her eyes fell back on the Wicca.
"What are you talking about Kenny?" Willow asked as she too dragged her eyes away from the frisky slayers. "Oh…OH!" Willow began to wave a hand frantically in front of Kennedy's face.
Kennedy reached out and grabbed the witch's wrist and placing them down at her side. "What the hell are you doing?"
Willow sighed in relief. "Oh good you can see me then?"
"Of course I can see you!" Kennedy yelled.
"So I'm not all fuzzy and appearing in two's or anything, right?" Willow asked with a genuinely concerned look, but her face dropped to a more serious one upon her girlfriends incredulously look. "Sorry, I was just checking."
"I don't know what that was about but can you please just fix this before those two start having sex in front of us." Kennedy gestured behind her.
Willow nodded briskly. "Right. I can fix this." The Wicca looked to her friends one last time and closed her eyes. A goofy grin crossed her lips and she swayed a little.
Kennedy immediately threw her arms around her to steady her. "C'mon baby…focus."
After a few minutes of Kennedy's coddling, the Wicca took a deep breath and softly began to recite an incantation. She opened her eyes and they immediately fell on her girlfriend. Kennedy appeared slightly confused at first, but not soon after, her eyes shifted around the space behind Willow as if she was debating something but then shrugged it off.
"Damn. I hope that food gets here soon." Was all Kennedy said as her stomach growled viciously. Her hunger was soon forgotten as she saw the panicked look on the redhead's face and watched as her girlfriend's face blanched and her hands shot to her mouth. "Will…honey are you okay?" Kennedy asked worriedly.
"Faith!" the blonde slayer yelled when her eyes popped open and she found herself looking into equally stunned brown eyes. Her eyes widened even more as she felt the warm caress of a hand on her breast. Wide green eyes traveled from the brunette's face and down to her arm that obtrusively disappeared under her shirt. "Oh my god! What're you doing?" she squealed as her hand grabbed onto the arm of the girl beneath her to intervene with her fondling.
Faith lay underneath the fretful slayer in a stupor at her current situation. However, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if said horse was currently turning redder than erupting lava with the steam to boot, the raven haired girl flashed a dimpled grin at her good fortune. "Aww…c'mon B, it looks like I was just getting to the good parts."
In a fit, Buffy tried to dislodge herself from Faith as hastily as possible. In her effort, her foot got trapped between the prone girl and the couch and she found herself tumbling to the floor.
"Whoa, easy there B," the brunette said as she quickly reacted and reached out to grab the falling slayer around the waist. In doing this, it caused Faith to rise and pull the blonde back against her. "You good?" Faith asked with genuine concern but found herself being attacked by flailing arms as Buffy turned slightly in her grasp.
"Oh get off me, Faith," Buffy retorted hotly as she slapped vigorously at Faith's arms.
"What the fuck, B?" The brunette tried to get an explanation as she tried to get ahold of the ill-tempered slayers arms. "Goddamnit Buffy, quit it already. What the hell is your problem?" Faith finally let go.
This seemed to get the infuriated blonde's attention as she hit the floor with an audible 'oomph'. She crawled a few paces away from the couch while mumbling indiscernibly before she finally stood. "What's my problem? What's my problem Faith?" Buffy huffed as she turned to look at Faith. "This…" her arms flailed around again as she motioned to back and forth between the two of them.
"What?" Faith feigned innocence; still unsure herself of just what the hell was going on.
"What?" Buffy mocked, throwing her hands up in a dramatic gesture. "This!" She repeated, arms flailing once again. "You. Me. With…with the making out just now. T…There was tongue and…and grabby hands. They were on my…my," Buffy narrowed her eyes, "oh you know where they were."
A smirk crossed Faith's lips and her eyes darted to Buffy's chest as she thought back to seconds ago to when her hand was cupping one of Buffy's small pert breasts.
"Yes….there!" Buffy yelled while pointing accusingly at the brunette as she took in the look on her face. "What the hell did you do!"
The look on Faith's face immediately morphed to one of indignation. "I didn't do anything!" she yelled as she stood. "And your tongue and hands weren't all that idle either Blondie. You gave just as good and you were definitely into it."
Buffy looked horrified at Faith's statement. "I was not! It was…I was," Buffy trailed off unable to wrap her mind around what it or she was. Unable to come up with a suitable reply, the blonde stomped a foot and crossed her arms over her chest and began to pout.
"Look, just relax B and let's think about this for a second okay?" Faith ran a nervous hand through her hair before looking up to catch the pouting slayer's gaze. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and if on cue, both pairs widened as the Chosen Two simultaneously starting remembering. Buffy's in horror and Faith's in amused disbelief as they began to think back on the events of their weekend.
"Oh god," Buffy groaned as she brought her hands up to cover her face.
"Fucking A," Faith awed as she heavily sat down and leaned back against the couch and stretched her arms leisurely over the back with a Cheshire grin plastered on her face.
"This isn't happening. This…this really isn't happening. It…It's a dream!" Buffy looked up from the shameful enclosure of her palms. "That's it! This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up all snuggly in my bed with my yummy sushi pj's and…with…with…"
"With me," Faith finished for her with a shit eating grin on her face. Buffy's head snapped in her direction and with slayer speed Faith got off the couch and approached Buffy and grabbed her arm and pinched it.
"Oww!" Buffy protested and recoiled from her abuser.
"See, ain't a dream, girlfriend….just you and me in the land of reality, or in your case the land of denial. You got all down and dirty yesterday with yours truly and you liked it," Faith accused as she moved in closer to Buffy.
Buffy's eyes widened at what the brunette slayer had just implied, or at least at what Buffy thought she was referring too. "I did not get down and dirty with you! I mean, not really." Buffy frown slightly as she amended her statement. "I just got a little carried away that's all and it clearly wasn't my fault." She defended with a pout fully in place.
"Look B," Faith started and reached out to Buffy only to have her hand slapped away by the still agitated blonde. She held up her hands in a surrendering gesture and continued, "I didn't say it was your fault okay, just that it happened," Faith finished with a nonchalant shrug before her face broke out in a suspicious grin. "And I'll be damned if it wasn't wicked hot, especially when…"
Buffy abruptly cut Faith off by placing a hand over her mouth. "Don't Faith. Just don't," Buffy half demanded and half pleaded as she glared menacingly at the more than pleased with herself slayer. Not only could she feel the jaw aching smile the brunette donned under her hand but she could see the delighted look in her eyes and the heart stopping dimples that appeared as Faith nodded her head, as to say she wouldn't finish what she was about to say.
Buffy eyed Faith warily and removed her hand cautiously, just in case her sneaky friend decided to once again attempt to give voice to the provocative twenty-four hours they'd spent together. Faith opened her mouth to say something but she was roughly pushed back down against the couch and Buffy approached her slowly.
"Not. Another. Word." Buffy glared menacingly as she stood over Faith.
Faith's eyes lit up in amusemen. "Or what? You gonna give me a lap dance now Blondie?" she asked in a low seductive tone, causing her usual raspy voice to sound sexier than normal.
From the tone and the expectant look the brunette was giving her, Buffy's body acted on its own accord. A flush of excitement coursed through her and goose bumps rippled over her skin as her mind suddenly conjured up images of her giving the sexy slayer a lap dance. Buffy squeezed her eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the images.
"C'mon B, you got some wicked moves girlfriend. Don't get all shy on me now," Faith cooed.
She rose slightly on the couch and her arms shot out so she could grab onto the back of Buffy's thighs and she pulled her towards her until she stood between her thighs and her shins hit the couch, causing Buffy to stumble forward.
"Faith!" Buffy chided as she was brought out of her sexy dance stupor and her own arms shot forward and she grabbed onto Faith's shoulders to halt her direct descent on the brunette's lap. This however left the slayers faces mere inches away from each other. Buffy's warm breath was now coming out in short pants and her heart beat wildly in her chest as she watched Faith's gaze dart between her eyes and her mouth.
Faith's tongue eased its way past her parted lips and moistened them. A sexy smirk appeared on her lips as she watched Buffy's own tongue dart out and mirror the image. "So is this another one of those deals where I'm not supposed to touch you, or do I get free reign of this hot little body of yours this time?"
Buffy scoffed and rolled her eyes as she none to gently pushed against Faith's shoulders and brought herself to a standing position. "Shut up Faith. I told you not to bring that up."
"You know I rarely ever listen to you B," Faith said with a playful grin.
"Okay, look….I don't know what happened but I'm sure whatever it is can be undone," Buffy reasoned as she started to pace.
"Um, B…correct me if I'm wrong, but…" Faith started but was interrupted by Buffy.
"Yes, you're completely wrong Faith. No doubt about it."
Faith rolled her eyes as she stood. "You're fucking hilarious B. But seriously, whatever happened seems to have already been undone or do you not remember your little acrobatics stunt moments ago."
"Yeah I guess so," Buffy said with a heavy sigh and then brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
Faith frowned as she took in the stressed stance of her sister slayer. Once again she let her mind wander over the previous evening and the moments they'd spent together up until a little while ago. She couldn't help the sadness that washed over her at the contrast in Buffy's mood. Twenty-four hours ago they were all over each, kissing and touching without thought or caution. The way Buffy's lips felt on hers when she kissed her deeply and the way her skin felt when she caressed it and the way it felt to just hold her when they'd slept the night before was something Faith knew she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. Just thinking about it gave her the urge to want to wrap her arms around Buffy, kiss her and tell her everything would be fine. However, the tiny blonde had already made it clear that she did not want her touching her anymore, so she resisted reaching out to her again. Clearly the spell had been lifted.
Faith's frown deepened, but this time for a different reason. "A spell," she said softly details of their conversation from the hallway and with Kennedy filtering into her mind.
Having heard Faith, Buffy dropped her hand and raised her head swiftly. "A spell," Buffy repeated just as softly as she looked to Faith. As their eyes met, thoughts of their time together flashed through her mind. A soft smile crossed Buffy's lips as she thought back to them planning their wedding together and how happy she felt. She remembered how sweet and loving Faith had been and how it made her heart flutter when Faith told her that she loved her.
Buffy's smile soon faded and she shook her head. "It was just a spell." One that she definitely knew was over because now all Faith seemed to be fixated on was the stripping parts of it. She couldn't help the blush that crept up from her neck and over her cheeks as she also thought back to being up on the stage and dancing and taking her clothes off in a crowded room full of strangers.
"B? Are you okay?" Faith asked in concern as she saw the mortified look on Buffy's face.
Buffy covered her face with her hands, it burned with embarrassment, and she shook her head at Faith's question. Was she okay? Absolutely not, Buffy thought to herself and wondered how she was going to bring herself to leave the hotel room in fear of running into someone that recognized her.
Moments later though, Buffy's head shot up, her face a little redder, but from more than just embarrassment, now with murderous intent. As if the room suddenly came into focus, Buffy's head turned and room's two other occupants came into view.
Faith turned her head to follow Buffy's menacing glare and saw Kennedy with an amused smirk as she held onto a sheepish looking Willow.
"H..h..hi guys," Willow managed with a nervous little wave.
Neither slayer spoke and watched as Willow's face suddenly paled, her eyes widened and she lurched forward, spewing the contents of her drinks she had made minutes ago and whatever stomach bile had settled from previous night's numerous amount of drinks she'd had.
Kennedy watched in surprised horror as the red head emptied the foul liquid onto the plush carpet. She then watched as Buffy stalked away to the bathroom, and she jumped slightly at the sound the door made when it met the frame from the slayer sized shoved it had received. Her eyes slowly shifted and they fell on Faith who also had watched the furious blonde walk away and then turn her gaze back to her with a scowl firmly in place.
Kennedy held her hands up in a placating gesture, clearly thinking of something to say or do to keep volcano Faith from erupting. "I swear I'm gonna clean that up!"