Faith slowly and leisurely started to wake up. She could tell it was
almost time to get up, but not quite yet. She felt warm and her body was
humming because of her close proximity to Buffy. Then a thought came to
Faith "My body never hums this much.'
She suddenly realized why her body was so warm and why her head was resting on something soft and squishy. She wiggled her fingers only to realize that one of her hands was just under the hem of Buffy's shirt, and the other on Buffy's butt. Her eyes shot open when she heard her Pillow start to giggle. She saw that her face was resting on one of the blonde's breasts, and that her arms were wrapped around the slayer. She gulped and looked up nervously. Buffy smiled back down at her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." She whispered, "My back is kinda ticklish." She smiled and gave Faith a little squeeze. Faith was surprised to say the least; she had never shared a bed with anyone before. She was always kicked out or she did the kicking. She was starting to see why more people didn't do "Get-Some, Get-Gone".
"I-I-I'm sorry for crowding you." Faith spluttered.
"It's okay, it's kinda nice." Then as though she realized what she had just said her eyes bugged out of her head. "NO! I didn't mean like . . . it's just that, ya know . . . Ugh!" Buffy groaned.
"It's okay Buffy," Faith said her voice scratchy from sleep, "It is kinda nice." She pulled her self up further so their eyes were at even levels, but also causing their bodies to rub together slightly. Both girls were about to lose control, and they both wanted to. Buffy smiled, (a sultry smile if you asked Faith) and got up to take a COLD shower.
Faith was left practically panting back in the bed, taking several minutes to recover. She was on the brink of screaming and running into that shower after the older girl. Faith was quite sure she couldn't take much more, and that she'd crack under the pressure. Her mind was stuck on her waking up. It couldn't seem to get past the smile of the little blonde's face, or how amazing it felt when their bodies pressed together. But what stuck out most of all was Buffy saying that she enjoyed it. She shook her self out of her thoughts, not wanting to worry about that right now, she had to get ready to go to school with Buffy.
Little did she know how long it had taken to stop thinking about it. As Faith started changing in the room, Buffy was waiting in the hall, having finished her shower. She peeked in just as the brunette had pulled her shirt off over her head. The blonde's eyes bugged as she saw that Faith slept without a bra on. She was facing away from Buffy, but had to turn around in order to get clothes out her bag. Faith didn't notice Buffy spying on her threw the crack of the door.
Faith was beautiful. She had such creamy olive skin and beautifully pert breasts. Buffy caught herself staring and quickly turned away just as her mom came out of her room. She smiled at Buffy as she made her way down to the kitchen. She asked Buffy if she wanted Coffee, Buffy nodded mutely. Suddenly the door opened and Faith bumped into Buffy's back.
"Whoops. Sorry B." Faith said, unable to look Buffy in the eye. Buffy reached down and put a crooked finger under the brunette's chin. She pulled Faith's face up and smiled at the nervous look on her face.
"Staring at the floor isn't gonna help Fai." With that she walked past her into her room. Faith started shaking. Buffy in a towel, and talking to her like that . . . 'Did she just call me Fai?' she suddenly asked herself.
She went downstairs, to find Joyce in the kitchen waiting for the coffee maker to 'Ding'. Faith jumped up on the counter next to her. The older woman smiled at her, still looking tyred.
"Morning Faith. You're looking happy."
"I am." She said, realizing it was true. "I think things are sorta starting to turn around, and the Library just got a new shipment of books . . . life is good." Then she frowned, quickly adding "Except for Vampires."
"So," Joyce said with a knowing smile, "Angel giving you trouble?" Faith was slightly confused.
"What do you mean?"
"He's in the way. Between you and what you want. I can tell. But, in case you haven't noticed, Faith-" Joyce leaned in to whisper "He hasn't been around much lately has he?"
Faith was more then just a little shocked. Here was Buffy mother telling her that she knew that Faith liked her daughter. And she seemed to be okay with it. This had to be some kind of trick or a weird dream.
"Wh-Wh-What?" Faith stuttered. Joyce smiled at the young girl.
"Did you know that you talk in your sleep Faith?" Faith's jaw dropped. "The first night you stayed here I couldn't sleep, so I came in to check on you guys. You wrapped your arms around Buffy and kissed her shoulder." Faith flushed scarlet. She had no idea what to do now, though it seemed that Joyce had known for a while. "If I had to choose between you and Angel, it would be easily be a choice of you. You can understand her, and you can help her with her work. You aren't 243-years-old, and you would be a relatively 'Normal' choice compared to some of the things she'd gotten into. Compared to dating a Armageddon-Crazed Dead-Guy, the idea of my daughter dating a girl appears almost logical."
DING!
Joyce reached for a mug and filled it with fresh coffee, handing it to Faith. Faith had gone rather catatonic after Joyce had admitted that she favored Faith of Angel, but after explaining why she just seemed to slip in to a comatose state of mind.
"Morning!" Buffy yelled from the doorway walking over to kiss her mom. "Ooh!" She grabbed the mug out of Faith's unmoving hand, and drank it slowly. The hum she got off Buffy's close proximity seemed to shake Faith out of her stooper. She gabbed the mug back smiling and added sugar to it. She took a sip and it still tasted bitter. Joyce smiled at her and passed the non-fat-milk her way. Faith added milk to the brim and took a sip. Satisfied with it's new taste she quickly drank it down. Buffy was giving her a weird look. She took the near empty mug and drank the last little bit of the liquid. She coughed at spluttered slightly.
"Jeez Faith! Add some Coffee to your sugar next time!"
"What? It's good!" Buffy looked at her like she was crazy.
"I just thought you'd drink black coffee is all."
"Why? The whole dark-clothing dark-Coffee myth? That's so not true." She hopped off the counter and walked out to the front door, waiting for Buffy to fallow her. Buffy stood there for an extra second and smiled, then just as she was about to fallow Joyce grabbed her shoulder.
"Be good to her." She said, almost in warning. Buffy faltered, wondering what Faith and she had talked about. Had she done something wrong? Had she mistreated the brunette in some way? She nodded and walked out to meet Faith near the front door.
(To Be Continued . . . )
She suddenly realized why her body was so warm and why her head was resting on something soft and squishy. She wiggled her fingers only to realize that one of her hands was just under the hem of Buffy's shirt, and the other on Buffy's butt. Her eyes shot open when she heard her Pillow start to giggle. She saw that her face was resting on one of the blonde's breasts, and that her arms were wrapped around the slayer. She gulped and looked up nervously. Buffy smiled back down at her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." She whispered, "My back is kinda ticklish." She smiled and gave Faith a little squeeze. Faith was surprised to say the least; she had never shared a bed with anyone before. She was always kicked out or she did the kicking. She was starting to see why more people didn't do "Get-Some, Get-Gone".
"I-I-I'm sorry for crowding you." Faith spluttered.
"It's okay, it's kinda nice." Then as though she realized what she had just said her eyes bugged out of her head. "NO! I didn't mean like . . . it's just that, ya know . . . Ugh!" Buffy groaned.
"It's okay Buffy," Faith said her voice scratchy from sleep, "It is kinda nice." She pulled her self up further so their eyes were at even levels, but also causing their bodies to rub together slightly. Both girls were about to lose control, and they both wanted to. Buffy smiled, (a sultry smile if you asked Faith) and got up to take a COLD shower.
Faith was left practically panting back in the bed, taking several minutes to recover. She was on the brink of screaming and running into that shower after the older girl. Faith was quite sure she couldn't take much more, and that she'd crack under the pressure. Her mind was stuck on her waking up. It couldn't seem to get past the smile of the little blonde's face, or how amazing it felt when their bodies pressed together. But what stuck out most of all was Buffy saying that she enjoyed it. She shook her self out of her thoughts, not wanting to worry about that right now, she had to get ready to go to school with Buffy.
Little did she know how long it had taken to stop thinking about it. As Faith started changing in the room, Buffy was waiting in the hall, having finished her shower. She peeked in just as the brunette had pulled her shirt off over her head. The blonde's eyes bugged as she saw that Faith slept without a bra on. She was facing away from Buffy, but had to turn around in order to get clothes out her bag. Faith didn't notice Buffy spying on her threw the crack of the door.
Faith was beautiful. She had such creamy olive skin and beautifully pert breasts. Buffy caught herself staring and quickly turned away just as her mom came out of her room. She smiled at Buffy as she made her way down to the kitchen. She asked Buffy if she wanted Coffee, Buffy nodded mutely. Suddenly the door opened and Faith bumped into Buffy's back.
"Whoops. Sorry B." Faith said, unable to look Buffy in the eye. Buffy reached down and put a crooked finger under the brunette's chin. She pulled Faith's face up and smiled at the nervous look on her face.
"Staring at the floor isn't gonna help Fai." With that she walked past her into her room. Faith started shaking. Buffy in a towel, and talking to her like that . . . 'Did she just call me Fai?' she suddenly asked herself.
She went downstairs, to find Joyce in the kitchen waiting for the coffee maker to 'Ding'. Faith jumped up on the counter next to her. The older woman smiled at her, still looking tyred.
"Morning Faith. You're looking happy."
"I am." She said, realizing it was true. "I think things are sorta starting to turn around, and the Library just got a new shipment of books . . . life is good." Then she frowned, quickly adding "Except for Vampires."
"So," Joyce said with a knowing smile, "Angel giving you trouble?" Faith was slightly confused.
"What do you mean?"
"He's in the way. Between you and what you want. I can tell. But, in case you haven't noticed, Faith-" Joyce leaned in to whisper "He hasn't been around much lately has he?"
Faith was more then just a little shocked. Here was Buffy mother telling her that she knew that Faith liked her daughter. And she seemed to be okay with it. This had to be some kind of trick or a weird dream.
"Wh-Wh-What?" Faith stuttered. Joyce smiled at the young girl.
"Did you know that you talk in your sleep Faith?" Faith's jaw dropped. "The first night you stayed here I couldn't sleep, so I came in to check on you guys. You wrapped your arms around Buffy and kissed her shoulder." Faith flushed scarlet. She had no idea what to do now, though it seemed that Joyce had known for a while. "If I had to choose between you and Angel, it would be easily be a choice of you. You can understand her, and you can help her with her work. You aren't 243-years-old, and you would be a relatively 'Normal' choice compared to some of the things she'd gotten into. Compared to dating a Armageddon-Crazed Dead-Guy, the idea of my daughter dating a girl appears almost logical."
DING!
Joyce reached for a mug and filled it with fresh coffee, handing it to Faith. Faith had gone rather catatonic after Joyce had admitted that she favored Faith of Angel, but after explaining why she just seemed to slip in to a comatose state of mind.
"Morning!" Buffy yelled from the doorway walking over to kiss her mom. "Ooh!" She grabbed the mug out of Faith's unmoving hand, and drank it slowly. The hum she got off Buffy's close proximity seemed to shake Faith out of her stooper. She gabbed the mug back smiling and added sugar to it. She took a sip and it still tasted bitter. Joyce smiled at her and passed the non-fat-milk her way. Faith added milk to the brim and took a sip. Satisfied with it's new taste she quickly drank it down. Buffy was giving her a weird look. She took the near empty mug and drank the last little bit of the liquid. She coughed at spluttered slightly.
"Jeez Faith! Add some Coffee to your sugar next time!"
"What? It's good!" Buffy looked at her like she was crazy.
"I just thought you'd drink black coffee is all."
"Why? The whole dark-clothing dark-Coffee myth? That's so not true." She hopped off the counter and walked out to the front door, waiting for Buffy to fallow her. Buffy stood there for an extra second and smiled, then just as she was about to fallow Joyce grabbed her shoulder.
"Be good to her." She said, almost in warning. Buffy faltered, wondering what Faith and she had talked about. Had she done something wrong? Had she mistreated the brunette in some way? She nodded and walked out to meet Faith near the front door.
(To Be Continued . . . )