PROMPT ELEVEN: Jealousy
She wouldn't usually count herself as the jealous type but right now if she could she would turn herself into the ice cream cone Faith currently held in her hands. Buffy narrowed her eyes at the cold treat as the dark Slayers tongue flicked out to lick around the edges. She stepped closer towards the brunette her hands itching to grab the cone from the younger girl's hands and throw it to the floor. Instead she settled for pressing her body against the other girls' an evil smile crossing her face as she felt the cool ice cream smash against her chest.
"You going to finish that F?" she asked raising her eyebrow at the other Slayer and biting her lip.