= = = (* Fair Deal; One *) = = = =
As Faith and Buffy jogged happily up the steps to the school, they smiled at each other. Tossing her arm over the blonde's shoulder the Dark Slayer hugged her girl-friend close as they made their way to the library. Passing through the doors they were met with worried faces. Dropping their embrace and approaching the box, they looked around. Faces were still marred with anxiety.
"Hey Gang!" Faith said, voice hinting at caution, "Ready to shut this sucker down?" the rest of the room looked at each-other, and she turned to Buffy. But the blonde wasn't looking at her, she was looking at the Scoobies. . . she was looking around the library.
"Where's Willow?" The Slayer added slowly. Angel bowed his head and looked at the slightly edgy watchers.
"We thought she stayed behind with you . . ." Giles whispered delicately. Both the Slayers' eyes bugged and their faces paled.
"How the fuck did this shit happen?" Faith asked slowly, and icy rage to her voice. There was a sudden grunt and a chair was smashed against the library doors.
"Call City Hall!" Buffy growled. Giles removed his glasses and Wesley smoothed out his hair.
"No." The young watcher said solidly. "We need to destroy this box - "
"WHAT?!" Up-roared the gathered Scooby-collective, even Cordelia. All their expressions showed their combined shock that he wouldn't even consider it.
"This box," Wesley reiterated, "Is the towns best hope of survival. Are you willing to risk the lives of this entire city; your friends, your families, just to get her back?" He questioned coldly. "Now, I want Willow back as much as the rest of you - "
"No You Don't!" Buffy yelled at him suddenly, he seemed shocked that 'his Slayer' would talk back to him like this, "If you wanted her back like we did, you'd make the trade." Buffy approached him slowly, her eyes a light with a rage Faith had never seen before. "Even if the Mayor doesn't get it back; he'll find another way. And we can't do this without her. Willow has been in on the Slaying since before she knew what it was, before she was even asked to help . . . we CAN'T win without her." The blonde growled, and Wesley gulped, though he held his ground.
"We *will not* trade." He said slowly, refusing to take Buffy's insubordination lightly, "We have the means to destroy this box, and that is what we must do. It's obvious that your connections to these *civilians*" he said the last word with a shudder of distain, "Are effecting your ability to remember the prime objective. You're purpose if to save lives . . . by allowing this box to fall into the Mayor's hands you - "
"I need a volunteer to hit Wesley!" Xander said suddenly. Wesley sneered at him, and Faith pulled her fist back.
"You might want to duck and cover now, Wes." Buffy offered.
"Now wait just a moment!" He said haughtily, "I have done nothing to warrant violence towards myself, and I am still not only in charge here - but I'm also in the right!"
Before anyone could say anything else, and before Faith's last nerve was stepped on, there was a loud smash. All eyes turned to see the ruined earn where the spell to obliterate the box had been held. And there, next to the pedestal, was a panting yet ever calm Oz. All the Scoobies stilled and watched him, where as Wesley's eye were fixed on the botched spell and it's ruined container.
"Make the trade." He said evenly. He seemed as calm as ever, and the only people who knew any better were the Slayers and Angel. The souled Vampire could hear the boy's heart hammering in her chest, and the Slayers could spell just the right amount of Werewolf blood lust seeping from the small musician. Giles nodded silently, and headed into his office. The Scoobies smiled sadly to each other and gathered around the box, now looking rather meaningless on the desk. Wesley, though he knew it was hopeless, was on his hands and knees trying to gather up the bits of the spell.
= = = (* Fair Deal; Two *) = = =
As the remainder of the Scoobies walked about the school locking doors, the Slayers stayed in the cafeteria. Buffy stood stiffly facing the main doors, deep in angry thoughts. Giles, Xander, and Cordy were locking up all the possible paths to get into the school other than the one they wanted, and Wesley was in the library. He'd refused have take any part in the trade and had accidentally lock himself in the weapons cage . . . and no one had the heart to let him out, except Cordy (who was convince to act otherwise). Oz sat in one of the room, stake in hand, his rapidly tapping foot the only true sign of his discomfort.
As the remainder of the Scoobies walked in, Faith placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. She was so tense it even shocked the brunette. Xander stood by one of the last doors, locking it, a large baseball-bat with an iron hook in his hands. Giles locked the windows, and then tossed the keys to Faith.
"Come on B," she said, wrapping and arm around the girl's waist, "Let's lock up the kitchen doors." Buffy simply nodded and walked tersely behind the counter. Faith walked ahead of her, looking back through the corners of her eyes. As soon as they passed through the doors, Buffy was slammed against the wall.
"What the- " was all the blonde could get out before Faith's lips crushed against hers. Buffy was completely shocked, to the extent that at first she simply allowed herself to be kissed. But as she felt the brunette's strong hands wrap around her middle, she started kissing back.
Within seconds she was swept up in the passion flowing from the younger girl's lips, totally freeing her from the stress of the hour before. As she pulled her girl-friend in closer, she gently cupped her face in her hands. Feeling wetness on her cheek, Buffy pulled away, wiping the tear from her face. As she frowned in confusion, she looked up and saw that it's wasn't hers. Faith's lower lip was trembling, and tears were running down her soft cheeks. The next second Buffy was wrapped up in a hug that could have broken a human's ribs.
"It could have been you, B." Faith sobbed, almost in a whisper. Without warning the girl's legs gave out and she started to fall. Buffy, to surprised to catch her, simply held her close as the brunette fell to her knees. Holding the blonde tightly around the middle, burring her face in her girl-friend's shirt, Faith cried openly; allowing the Slayer's body to muffle her cries. Buffy was shocked, gently stroking the soft russet tresses as Faith's body shook with her sobs. Her cries subsiding, Faith looked up at Buffy who smiled sadly down at her.
Dropping to her knees herself, Buffy hugged Faith tightly. The Dark Slayer's breath hitched and she sniffled slightly, hoping against hope that Buffy would understand. She was just so scared! She was scared for Willow, scared of what would happen to the two of them, what the counsel would say, how they would beat the Mayor now . . . the list went on and on, and Faith was completely overwhelmed. But Buffy just held her, gently caressing her back, telling her things would be okay, that everything was alright.
"I think I get it now." Faith said, her emotions under control again. "About the isolation?" Faith started slowly, "I never wanted this, not for Willow, not for any of the Scoobies . . . it never mattered before; I didn't have *anyone* . . . is was just my watcher and I, no friends, no lovers . . . no one mattered." Faith sighed and wiped her eyes, "Just look at us! We're willing to risk the lives of hundreds of faceless people in order to get Red back . . . and even with that knowledge, I'm still doing it! I know people are going to die because of it . . . and I'm still going to do it. For Willow, for you, for Oz, and Xander. But what about all those people who die? Their families? Their loved ones and their futures . . . I know all this and still . . . it doesn't matter. Because Red's my friend." Faith sighed sadly.
"I'm a murderer again . . . I'm going to get lots of people killed, and I'm doing it to save Willow." With that the brunette stood up, pulling Buffy with her. "Promise me something?" she asked slowly, and Buffy nodded, looking at her to continue. "Promise me, what is this should ever happen to us, that you'll let me go?" Buffy's eyes darkened, and she stepped back, her face disgusted.
"What?" she asked harshly.
"I'm not worth it. B." Faith said slowly, "I've killed people, I'm no good! I can't be a good enough Slayer to warrant the deaths of others. I was born to die, and to save lives doing it. Please, tell me B . . . tell me you'd save them instead of saving me?" Faith was pleading, but she didn't care. Buffy shook her head, and closed her eyes.
"No, Faith." She said solidly, refusing to look at her. "I won't do it. I could never do that. I couldn't live knowing I'd killed someone who loved me and that I - " she paused, swallowing, " - That I care about, deeply. I could never do that, and you know it. Your life, *as a slayer*, and my lover is worth far more not only to me, but also to the entire world. I could never do it, so please don't ask me to." She opened her eyes slowly, and swiftly held up her hand as Faith looked like she would refute.
"Could you do it, Faith?" Buffy asked, almost coldly, "Could you stand there, and watch me die, even if you knew it was what I wanted?" Faith's whole existence went slack as the thought hit her. She almost fell again, and her brain froze. The sheer idea that the imagined sequence had on her was enough to cripple her mental capacity. Buffy took the brunette's face in her hands, and looked at her sternly. "Then don't *ever* as me if I could." With that she kissed her girl-friend fiercely, and held her tightly for a few minutes. Their embrace was broken when their heard a car pull up out-side. Breaking apart, Faith wiped her eyes again.
"Come on," Buffy said gently, pulling Faith by her hand back towards the doors. "Lets make the trade." Faith stopped her, and turned the blonde to face her. Reaching down she started to button the blonde denim jacket, trying to cover the wet-marks she'd made on her girl-friend's shirt. Buffy smiled, and kissed the brunette's cheek gently. "Let's get this over with."
= = = (* Fair Deal; Three *) = = =
As the two slayers walked home, they kept silent, their eyes peeled for any activity that shouldn't have happened. The trade hag gone well enough. It was obvious that the Mayor was *not* up on his gossip, and for that the Slayers were happy. He'd gone on and on about how Angel had no right to treat the woman he loved the way he did. About how Buffy and he as a couple would never work. Little did he know that the two had already gotten the memo. Though the knowledge that others knew as well as they did upset the Vampire and his Ex-Lover. Buffy hadn't said much since then, and Angel had simply left once the group spilt up.
"There you two are!" Joyce said impatiently as she stood on the porch. "I where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?!" Buffy simply walked right past her, and headed up to her room without a word to her worried mother. "Faith, what's going on?" Joyce asked, a cross between annoyed and concerned.
"We got into some trouble tonight." The brunette stated gently, not wanting to worry her. "We wanted to start fighting the big-bad at his own game . . . take the offensive and all that . . . it was my plan, and it worked. All up until the last second." Faith sighed, and sat on the bottom step. "It nearly cost Willow her life, and in the end we did all this work for nothing. We had to take it all back to save Red, and . . . they said some pretty bad stuff about Buffy's relationship with Angel. I think the whole night's just hitting her kinda hard." Joyce nodded, and sighed.
"Well, I wanted to catch you before you both went to bed." She older woman said walking over to the dining room table and picking up a large envelope. "This is for you," Joyce said, handing it to her. "For your prom . . . dress, or tux, or whatever you'd like to get." Faith's eyes widened, and she tried to hand the package back. "Faith, I want you to look nice, and I know that - although you'd never admit it - you want to look nice to. Besides, I know you don't have that much money, and I want to repay you, for how happy you've made my daughter." The older woman smiled, and Faith accepted the envelope awkwardly.
"Thank you." She said, quietly, fidgeting slightly, not used to receiving gifts. Joyce just smiled, and picked up a small folder from the desk.
"I, uh, also wanted to remind you two," she said gently, "That I'm leaving for my trip down to L.A. the day after tomorrow. I have a early flight out, so I'll probably be gone before you guys are up, and I want to be PERFECTLY CLEAR when I say I want *no parties* while I'm gone . . . Okay?" Faith blushed and smiled. That wasn't what she'd been expecting, but it was fine by her. She'd been anticipating something more along the lines of 'don't violate my daughter' . . . but that didn't seem to be Joyce's style.
"Alright, I'll make sure Buffy knows." Faith said gently, heading up the steps. As she took her shower, she tried not to think about the coming weeks. She had to shop for Prom, fight Vampires, beat the mayor . . . but more than that . . . she was worried about Buffy. She knew that they were getting closer and closer to the next unspoken level in their relationship, and she was nervous.
Faith chuckled to herself as she turned the water off a few minutes later. Faith, worried about sex . . . the very idea seemed like an Oxymoron in and of it's self. But it was true, she realized. She wanted it to be more than that, like the kind of things she'd read in all the books she'd read over her life-time . . . she wanted it to be special, to be something that Buffy would remember and cherish. A memory of Faith that no one could take away, one she'd never want to forget. As she walked into the darkened room where her girl-friend slept, she sighed.
I Love Her, was the last thought to pass through her head as she slipped under the sheets behind the blonde. Wrapping her arms around the older girl, she smiled as Buffy turned around.
"What's wrong?" The girls asked groggily. Faith simply shook her head and slowly leaned into kiss her. she was stopped with a finger on her lips, and sad smile. "I don't want to tease you . . ." she said slowly, but Faith didn't care. Leaning in she captured the lips she'd fantasizing about all night. As the blonde's tongue sought entrance to the young girls mouth and was granted, Faith moaned. I just hope she's ready, she thought. Pulling back with a smile, Buffy kissed the brunette's nose and held her close, laying back down again.
"Good night." Faith whispered. Buffy kissed her neck and sighed.
"Night Faith."
( To Be Continued . . . )
~VixenRaign~
As Faith and Buffy jogged happily up the steps to the school, they smiled at each other. Tossing her arm over the blonde's shoulder the Dark Slayer hugged her girl-friend close as they made their way to the library. Passing through the doors they were met with worried faces. Dropping their embrace and approaching the box, they looked around. Faces were still marred with anxiety.
"Hey Gang!" Faith said, voice hinting at caution, "Ready to shut this sucker down?" the rest of the room looked at each-other, and she turned to Buffy. But the blonde wasn't looking at her, she was looking at the Scoobies. . . she was looking around the library.
"Where's Willow?" The Slayer added slowly. Angel bowed his head and looked at the slightly edgy watchers.
"We thought she stayed behind with you . . ." Giles whispered delicately. Both the Slayers' eyes bugged and their faces paled.
"How the fuck did this shit happen?" Faith asked slowly, and icy rage to her voice. There was a sudden grunt and a chair was smashed against the library doors.
"Call City Hall!" Buffy growled. Giles removed his glasses and Wesley smoothed out his hair.
"No." The young watcher said solidly. "We need to destroy this box - "
"WHAT?!" Up-roared the gathered Scooby-collective, even Cordelia. All their expressions showed their combined shock that he wouldn't even consider it.
"This box," Wesley reiterated, "Is the towns best hope of survival. Are you willing to risk the lives of this entire city; your friends, your families, just to get her back?" He questioned coldly. "Now, I want Willow back as much as the rest of you - "
"No You Don't!" Buffy yelled at him suddenly, he seemed shocked that 'his Slayer' would talk back to him like this, "If you wanted her back like we did, you'd make the trade." Buffy approached him slowly, her eyes a light with a rage Faith had never seen before. "Even if the Mayor doesn't get it back; he'll find another way. And we can't do this without her. Willow has been in on the Slaying since before she knew what it was, before she was even asked to help . . . we CAN'T win without her." The blonde growled, and Wesley gulped, though he held his ground.
"We *will not* trade." He said slowly, refusing to take Buffy's insubordination lightly, "We have the means to destroy this box, and that is what we must do. It's obvious that your connections to these *civilians*" he said the last word with a shudder of distain, "Are effecting your ability to remember the prime objective. You're purpose if to save lives . . . by allowing this box to fall into the Mayor's hands you - "
"I need a volunteer to hit Wesley!" Xander said suddenly. Wesley sneered at him, and Faith pulled her fist back.
"You might want to duck and cover now, Wes." Buffy offered.
"Now wait just a moment!" He said haughtily, "I have done nothing to warrant violence towards myself, and I am still not only in charge here - but I'm also in the right!"
Before anyone could say anything else, and before Faith's last nerve was stepped on, there was a loud smash. All eyes turned to see the ruined earn where the spell to obliterate the box had been held. And there, next to the pedestal, was a panting yet ever calm Oz. All the Scoobies stilled and watched him, where as Wesley's eye were fixed on the botched spell and it's ruined container.
"Make the trade." He said evenly. He seemed as calm as ever, and the only people who knew any better were the Slayers and Angel. The souled Vampire could hear the boy's heart hammering in her chest, and the Slayers could spell just the right amount of Werewolf blood lust seeping from the small musician. Giles nodded silently, and headed into his office. The Scoobies smiled sadly to each other and gathered around the box, now looking rather meaningless on the desk. Wesley, though he knew it was hopeless, was on his hands and knees trying to gather up the bits of the spell.
= = = (* Fair Deal; Two *) = = =
As the remainder of the Scoobies walked about the school locking doors, the Slayers stayed in the cafeteria. Buffy stood stiffly facing the main doors, deep in angry thoughts. Giles, Xander, and Cordy were locking up all the possible paths to get into the school other than the one they wanted, and Wesley was in the library. He'd refused have take any part in the trade and had accidentally lock himself in the weapons cage . . . and no one had the heart to let him out, except Cordy (who was convince to act otherwise). Oz sat in one of the room, stake in hand, his rapidly tapping foot the only true sign of his discomfort.
As the remainder of the Scoobies walked in, Faith placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. She was so tense it even shocked the brunette. Xander stood by one of the last doors, locking it, a large baseball-bat with an iron hook in his hands. Giles locked the windows, and then tossed the keys to Faith.
"Come on B," she said, wrapping and arm around the girl's waist, "Let's lock up the kitchen doors." Buffy simply nodded and walked tersely behind the counter. Faith walked ahead of her, looking back through the corners of her eyes. As soon as they passed through the doors, Buffy was slammed against the wall.
"What the- " was all the blonde could get out before Faith's lips crushed against hers. Buffy was completely shocked, to the extent that at first she simply allowed herself to be kissed. But as she felt the brunette's strong hands wrap around her middle, she started kissing back.
Within seconds she was swept up in the passion flowing from the younger girl's lips, totally freeing her from the stress of the hour before. As she pulled her girl-friend in closer, she gently cupped her face in her hands. Feeling wetness on her cheek, Buffy pulled away, wiping the tear from her face. As she frowned in confusion, she looked up and saw that it's wasn't hers. Faith's lower lip was trembling, and tears were running down her soft cheeks. The next second Buffy was wrapped up in a hug that could have broken a human's ribs.
"It could have been you, B." Faith sobbed, almost in a whisper. Without warning the girl's legs gave out and she started to fall. Buffy, to surprised to catch her, simply held her close as the brunette fell to her knees. Holding the blonde tightly around the middle, burring her face in her girl-friend's shirt, Faith cried openly; allowing the Slayer's body to muffle her cries. Buffy was shocked, gently stroking the soft russet tresses as Faith's body shook with her sobs. Her cries subsiding, Faith looked up at Buffy who smiled sadly down at her.
Dropping to her knees herself, Buffy hugged Faith tightly. The Dark Slayer's breath hitched and she sniffled slightly, hoping against hope that Buffy would understand. She was just so scared! She was scared for Willow, scared of what would happen to the two of them, what the counsel would say, how they would beat the Mayor now . . . the list went on and on, and Faith was completely overwhelmed. But Buffy just held her, gently caressing her back, telling her things would be okay, that everything was alright.
"I think I get it now." Faith said, her emotions under control again. "About the isolation?" Faith started slowly, "I never wanted this, not for Willow, not for any of the Scoobies . . . it never mattered before; I didn't have *anyone* . . . is was just my watcher and I, no friends, no lovers . . . no one mattered." Faith sighed and wiped her eyes, "Just look at us! We're willing to risk the lives of hundreds of faceless people in order to get Red back . . . and even with that knowledge, I'm still doing it! I know people are going to die because of it . . . and I'm still going to do it. For Willow, for you, for Oz, and Xander. But what about all those people who die? Their families? Their loved ones and their futures . . . I know all this and still . . . it doesn't matter. Because Red's my friend." Faith sighed sadly.
"I'm a murderer again . . . I'm going to get lots of people killed, and I'm doing it to save Willow." With that the brunette stood up, pulling Buffy with her. "Promise me something?" she asked slowly, and Buffy nodded, looking at her to continue. "Promise me, what is this should ever happen to us, that you'll let me go?" Buffy's eyes darkened, and she stepped back, her face disgusted.
"What?" she asked harshly.
"I'm not worth it. B." Faith said slowly, "I've killed people, I'm no good! I can't be a good enough Slayer to warrant the deaths of others. I was born to die, and to save lives doing it. Please, tell me B . . . tell me you'd save them instead of saving me?" Faith was pleading, but she didn't care. Buffy shook her head, and closed her eyes.
"No, Faith." She said solidly, refusing to look at her. "I won't do it. I could never do that. I couldn't live knowing I'd killed someone who loved me and that I - " she paused, swallowing, " - That I care about, deeply. I could never do that, and you know it. Your life, *as a slayer*, and my lover is worth far more not only to me, but also to the entire world. I could never do it, so please don't ask me to." She opened her eyes slowly, and swiftly held up her hand as Faith looked like she would refute.
"Could you do it, Faith?" Buffy asked, almost coldly, "Could you stand there, and watch me die, even if you knew it was what I wanted?" Faith's whole existence went slack as the thought hit her. She almost fell again, and her brain froze. The sheer idea that the imagined sequence had on her was enough to cripple her mental capacity. Buffy took the brunette's face in her hands, and looked at her sternly. "Then don't *ever* as me if I could." With that she kissed her girl-friend fiercely, and held her tightly for a few minutes. Their embrace was broken when their heard a car pull up out-side. Breaking apart, Faith wiped her eyes again.
"Come on," Buffy said gently, pulling Faith by her hand back towards the doors. "Lets make the trade." Faith stopped her, and turned the blonde to face her. Reaching down she started to button the blonde denim jacket, trying to cover the wet-marks she'd made on her girl-friend's shirt. Buffy smiled, and kissed the brunette's cheek gently. "Let's get this over with."
= = = (* Fair Deal; Three *) = = =
As the two slayers walked home, they kept silent, their eyes peeled for any activity that shouldn't have happened. The trade hag gone well enough. It was obvious that the Mayor was *not* up on his gossip, and for that the Slayers were happy. He'd gone on and on about how Angel had no right to treat the woman he loved the way he did. About how Buffy and he as a couple would never work. Little did he know that the two had already gotten the memo. Though the knowledge that others knew as well as they did upset the Vampire and his Ex-Lover. Buffy hadn't said much since then, and Angel had simply left once the group spilt up.
"There you two are!" Joyce said impatiently as she stood on the porch. "I where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?!" Buffy simply walked right past her, and headed up to her room without a word to her worried mother. "Faith, what's going on?" Joyce asked, a cross between annoyed and concerned.
"We got into some trouble tonight." The brunette stated gently, not wanting to worry her. "We wanted to start fighting the big-bad at his own game . . . take the offensive and all that . . . it was my plan, and it worked. All up until the last second." Faith sighed, and sat on the bottom step. "It nearly cost Willow her life, and in the end we did all this work for nothing. We had to take it all back to save Red, and . . . they said some pretty bad stuff about Buffy's relationship with Angel. I think the whole night's just hitting her kinda hard." Joyce nodded, and sighed.
"Well, I wanted to catch you before you both went to bed." She older woman said walking over to the dining room table and picking up a large envelope. "This is for you," Joyce said, handing it to her. "For your prom . . . dress, or tux, or whatever you'd like to get." Faith's eyes widened, and she tried to hand the package back. "Faith, I want you to look nice, and I know that - although you'd never admit it - you want to look nice to. Besides, I know you don't have that much money, and I want to repay you, for how happy you've made my daughter." The older woman smiled, and Faith accepted the envelope awkwardly.
"Thank you." She said, quietly, fidgeting slightly, not used to receiving gifts. Joyce just smiled, and picked up a small folder from the desk.
"I, uh, also wanted to remind you two," she said gently, "That I'm leaving for my trip down to L.A. the day after tomorrow. I have a early flight out, so I'll probably be gone before you guys are up, and I want to be PERFECTLY CLEAR when I say I want *no parties* while I'm gone . . . Okay?" Faith blushed and smiled. That wasn't what she'd been expecting, but it was fine by her. She'd been anticipating something more along the lines of 'don't violate my daughter' . . . but that didn't seem to be Joyce's style.
"Alright, I'll make sure Buffy knows." Faith said gently, heading up the steps. As she took her shower, she tried not to think about the coming weeks. She had to shop for Prom, fight Vampires, beat the mayor . . . but more than that . . . she was worried about Buffy. She knew that they were getting closer and closer to the next unspoken level in their relationship, and she was nervous.
Faith chuckled to herself as she turned the water off a few minutes later. Faith, worried about sex . . . the very idea seemed like an Oxymoron in and of it's self. But it was true, she realized. She wanted it to be more than that, like the kind of things she'd read in all the books she'd read over her life-time . . . she wanted it to be special, to be something that Buffy would remember and cherish. A memory of Faith that no one could take away, one she'd never want to forget. As she walked into the darkened room where her girl-friend slept, she sighed.
I Love Her, was the last thought to pass through her head as she slipped under the sheets behind the blonde. Wrapping her arms around the older girl, she smiled as Buffy turned around.
"What's wrong?" The girls asked groggily. Faith simply shook her head and slowly leaned into kiss her. she was stopped with a finger on her lips, and sad smile. "I don't want to tease you . . ." she said slowly, but Faith didn't care. Leaning in she captured the lips she'd fantasizing about all night. As the blonde's tongue sought entrance to the young girls mouth and was granted, Faith moaned. I just hope she's ready, she thought. Pulling back with a smile, Buffy kissed the brunette's nose and held her close, laying back down again.
"Good night." Faith whispered. Buffy kissed her neck and sighed.
"Night Faith."
( To Be Continued . . . )
~VixenRaign~