Faith
Faith exits the bathroom after her shower to find Buffy sitting on the bed.
"What are you doing in here?" Faith asks as she continues to dry her hair with the towel. She had already slipped on shorts and a tank top before exiting the bathroom.
"I need to talk to you." Buffy's hands are folded in her lap, and Faith does not like the way she's staring at her.
"I don't care what you need. Get out!"
"Faith, please. I just want to talk to you."
"I think we've talked enough." Faith keeps her distance as Buffy rises.
"Fine, just tell me, and I'll leave."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me that you don't want me."
Faith pauses, narrowing her eyes at Buffy. Something doesn't seem right, but she's not sure what it is yet. Deciding she'll play along, just to see what this is about. "And if I don't want to tell you that?"
Buffy smiles and moves closer.
They're disrupted by a knock at the door. "Faith?" Buffy's voice calls out from the other side of the door.
"So close." The Buffy standing before Faith grins and disappears in a flash of brilliant white light.
"B?" Faith opens the door.
"Who were you talking to?" Buffy looks around, seeing no one else in the room.
"You."
"What?"
"The First was here, looked like you. Was messing with my head." Faith takes a closer look at Buffy and starts laughing. "What are you wearing?"
"You don't like my pajamas?" Buffy looks down at her outfit and frowns. The pajamas are bright pink and covered in little cows.
"They're just a little ridiculous."
"Yeah, well. They're comfy." Buffy shrugs and wraps her arms around her stomach. She looks cute standing there all embarrassed. The thought of finding Buffy cute irritates her, she pushes the idea away and focuses on finding a way to get Buffy to leave as soon as possible.
"I'm sure they are. So what do you want?" Faith stands in the doorway, attempting to block entry with her body.
"I was hoping we could talk." Without waiting for an invitation. Buffy slipped past Faith and entered further into the room, taking a seat on the bed.
"Make yourself at home." Faith lets the door close and turns to lean against it, not wanting to be far from a possible escape.
"I don't want you to leave." Buffy is staring at the floor, unable to look at Faith.
"Who said I was going to?"
"Right, and that's why you have a bag packed and asked for some extra meals!"
"Why do you care what I do?" Buffy still can't look at Faith. After several long moments of silence, Faith decides to push the issue. "If you want me to stay, you have to tell me why."
"What if you don't like my reason?"
"That's a risk you're going to have to take." What would I do even if she does say it? Is that even what I want? I already told her I'm not interested, so what am I doing trying to get her to tell me that she is? I just need to get the hell out of here. I should have left already, but I wanted to get at least one good night's sleep before facing the apocalypse.
"I'm guessing it's not enough to say that I think we need your help?"
"You guessed right."
Buffy
Buffy groans and stands up, walking purposefully to where Faith is standing. Trying to ignore the smirk on Faith's face, likely still because of the absurd pajamas. Why did I think it was a good idea to wear these? She shrugs the idea away, trying to gain control of the situation.
"This is a chance for both of us to start over. Nobody is after you, nothing that either of us did before matters now."
This idea doesn't seem to phase Faith. She doesn't move, just stands with her back against the door. "Start over? You're delusional. Maybe there are not many people left who remember what I did, but I remember. It only happened a few days ago to us, just because the world is a mess now - it doesn't make that shit go away."
"It could if you let it. If you tried to forgive yourself." This isn't going at all how I wanted it to. I'm not sure why I expected her to cooperate with me. I just hoped she could find a way to free herself of the past.
"You've got to be kidding me. You just don't want to have to feel guilty about what you did or what happens to me if I leave. "
"That's not it at all... I... "
"Give me a break." Faith moves to open the door, planning to usher Buffy out of her room. She's stopped by Buffy suddenly being closer and keeping the door closed with one hand. Faith scowls at the smaller slayer. "Let's also not pretend like we can forget that you tried to kill me!"
"But I didn't, I could have. I decided not to." Her voice is barely a whisper. The closeness of Faith is making it hard for her to breathe.
What am I doing? She hates me, and she wants to leave, what right do I have to try and stop her? Buffy's eyes are watering at the thought. She had hoped they would eventually work through their differences. Now that she was starting to understand their connection, she didn't want to let it go. What if she leaves and never comes back? She's struggling to contain her fear and her increasing desire to wrap her arms around Faith and never let her go.
"I know you can feel me. I know we're supposed to be together."
"I already told you I'm not interested." Faith shoves Buffy away, she wasn't prepared for the shove and stumbled back a few steps.
She keeps her distance, her whole body tense to try to keep herself from returning the aggression. "I didn't mean that kind of together. I just mean that we should be friends, we should be fighting evil side by side. That won't happen if you go."
Faith shakes her head and approaches Buffy, grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her to the door. "Just leave me alone!"
Buffy wrenches her arm out of Faith's grip and shoves her back up against the door.
"Awww, why can't you crazy kids get along?"
Buffy turns away from Faith to see herself standing in the middle of the room. The First is not wearing absurd cow pajamas. She's wearing a very tight-fitting and revealing red dress. Buffy hears a sharp intake of breath from Faith. What was that? Was that just a surprise gasp or something else?
The first giggles at them. "Can't you two work out your differences? You should be friends, or maybe something more?" The First raises an eyebrow suggestively. Buffy shudders, watching herself acting like that is very disturbing.
"What do you care what we do? Don't you have an apocalypse to manage?" Buffy replies, wanting to fight, but knowing she wouldn't be able to actually hit this version of herself.
"Maybe I'm bored with running the world. It's all just a bit too easy. You two could be very entertaining for me though." The first winks and stalks towards them seductively. Her eyes locked with Faith's. She bites her lower lip and gently rolls it through her teeth. Again Faith gasps. The First laughs and vanishes.
"What the hell was that about?" Buffy turns back to Faith who now seems to be in turmoil. Her eyes are dark, and her eyes are locked on Buffy's lips.
I guess I should have worn something sexier than the cow pajamas. Then maybe this discussion would have gone better from the start. What do I do now, though? The way she's looking at me… Does that mean she doesn't hate me? Buffy didn't come in here with any plans of seducing Faith. She had been sure that wasn't going to work anyway.
Faith takes a step away from the door, towards Buffy.
Faith
Faith stares at Buffy, trying to suppress the ripples of desire flowing through her and failing miserably. She reaches out and places her hands less than gently on Buffy's shoulders, still staring intently at her lips. Fuck it. I'm leaving tomorrow. Will probably die out there. Nothing matters anymore might as well have a little fun first. I can show her what the Faith she thinks she wants is really like. Then she can go back to hating me.
Faith guides Buffy slowly to the bed. Buffy doesn't resist, she just takes slow steps backward until she reaches the bed and is forced to sit down. Faith straddles her and slowly runs the pad of her thumb over Buffy's lips. Buffy can't contain her moan, closing her eyes and opening her mouth slightly.
We can do this right? Have some fun before I take off. Isn't that what I am? Want, take, have. That is my motto, after all. There's no fourth step about being in a relationship or having actual feelings for someone. It's getting harder for her to block out the connection she feels to the blonde slayer beneath her. It makes her hesitate, torn between wanting to keep her walls up and wanting to embrace the amazing sensations coursing through her body.
Buffy
Buffy wants to say a thousand things, wants to convince Faith how much she cares about her, but she knows if she opens her mouth to say anything that they'll just end up fighting again. She decides to just let herself feel, hoping that their physical connection will be enough to show Faith how much she means to her.
I know this doesn't mean anything has changed, she's still leaving tomorrow. There's no way that this is a good idea, but I don't care. If I never see her again, I at least want to know. I don't want to waste any more time wondering. Maybe it'll give her something to think about, a reason to come back.
She reaches for Faith's shirt, sliding her hands slowly under the material and feeling the amazingly soft skin. Faith shudders under her touch and gasps slightly. Buffy takes it as a sign of encouragement and smiles, sliding her hands up further, slipping them over Faith's back, intent on pulling her closer. She leans back, pulling Faith with her, their bodies pressed together, but not as tightly as Buffy wants. Faith isn't resisting, but she isn't moving as quickly as Buffy would like either.
Running out of patience, Buffy pushes Faith off of her and onto her back. She quickly moves to straddle the dark slayer, smiling at the shocked expression on Faith's face. Buffy pulls off the top to her pajamas and tosses it across the room. Sitting up, watching the expression on Faith's face as she stares at what has just been revealed.
Buffy has no where near the experience she assumes that Faith has. She's only slept with one other person, and she's not entirely sure this time won't have just as severe consequences. She's attempting to let herself go, to act like she thinks Faith would want her to. I expected a lot more confidence out of her. I guess she really isn't who I thought she was. For a moment, Buffy is caught up in her thoughts. Am I hurting her, making her do something she doesn't want to do? She's brought out of her thoughts by Faith's hands, which are now stroking her sides. Her eyes are glazed over, staring at Buffy with pure desire. Or maybe not.
Buffy leans down and kisses Faith gently. She feels shockwaves through her body as soon as their lips touch. The sensation is so intense that it scares her, and she starts to pull away, but Faith won't let her. Suddenly their positions are reversed again. Faith is on top, pressing their bodies fully together. The kissing becomes less gentle as they greedily reach for each other.
Faith
Things start off aggressively, verging on violent. Flesh is bruised and scratched. Buffy is taking a lot more damage than she gives. Faith is trying to convince herself that she's doing this to hurt Buffy, that it's not what she wants. She had plans to show Buffy how much she hated her, and to let her know she was just being used. It didn't take very long before she began to forget why she hated the chosen one so much. She found herself letting go of her anger and allowed herself to wonder if it were possible that Buffy really did care about her.
After a rough and clumsy start, things began to slow down. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but they let their slayer sense guide them. Things turned from lust filled anger to passion and tenderness. This can't be happening. I don't even like her. She stabbed me.
Even though Faith kept trying to remind herself, she found herself lost in the moment. Their bodies melted together so perfectly. Every touch became an explosion of ecstasy. The intensity of their slayer connection beginning to overwhelm her. She tried hard to fight the voices rolling in her head, telling her she wasn't good enough for this. That she was just a trashy slut. Her mother's drunken voice, telling her that she was worthless, that no one could ever care about her. She stiffened as the voices and memories assaulted her, she tried to pull away, but strong arms held her in place.
Buffy reached for her, turning her face so that their eyes were locked. Looking into Buffy's eyes, Faith knew her mother was wrong, she could feel everything Buffy was trying to get her to feel. It was too much to accept. Pulling away, she buried her face in the pillow. She couldn't let Buffy see her tears. There's no way she wanted to have to explain what she was feeling. This wasn't supposed to be about feeling anything. It was just a way to say goodbye.
Time to go. Faith carefully rises from the bed, begins getting dressed and gathering her gear as quietly as possible. I know she's awake. I don't know what I'll do if she confronts me and asks me to stay again. Faith frowns. Wanting to reach out and say something, but knowing that if she does, she won't leave.
She stands by the door for a few minutes, staring at Buffy's still form. With a final glance, she sighs quietly and exits the room. It's for the best. I have to leave. Things are too difficult for me to be here right now. I need to figure out who I really am. Maybe I'll come back, and maybe she'll still be here. Not that I can expect her to wait for me. Why do I even care about any of this?
She won't let herself think about last night. It didn't matter that it was the greatest night of her life. That for the first time ever, she felt like she mattered to someone. She knew it wasn't real. It was just a fleeting moment of pent-up emotions for both of them. It didn't change anything. It couldn't undo all the mistakes she made.