They drove north in direction of Canada, stopping a few times on their way, usually only a short stop to go to the bathroom, get dinner and sleep. After a week, they finally crossed the frontier near Niagara Falls. It was the first time for both of them to live the country.
After a very short arguying session between Willow and Faith, it was decided that they'd spend a few days in Toronto before heading to Montreal. After all, they did want to get lost for the gang in Sunnydale and the multi cultural city was maybe the best place to do so. Who would notice two american young women within three million of people coming from Quebec, USA, France, South America, Africa, and the list goes on and on.
They stopped in front of a cheap motel next to a small road. They barely had anything to wear, so their next plan was to go shopping. And Willow did promise to her lover that she'd change her style of clothes. She didn't mind really. She'd love to be just Willow, a witch, hacker and Faith's lover. Not the shy, research girl that was used being a carpet for everybody to stomp on. She was tired to be what everyone expected her to be. Now, she could be herself, her *real* self. Her *friends* would have probably freaked out and locked her in a cage if they saw her look a little bit like her vampire self. She wanted to be confident, powerful and sexy. With a new look and Faith, she could be that Willow.
* * *
"Hey, Red! You hungry?"
The redhead dumped her bags next to her feet and slumped on a bench. "My feet hurt," she whinned.
Faith laughed and made her stood up. "Come on, witch. I want to eat something. I'm starving."
Reluctanly, the groaning Willow took her bags and followed the dark haired slayer heading with determination toward the food court. After grabing a meal, they headed back to their table.
Watching her lover stuffing her mouth, Willow ate slowly, remembering how she fell in love with the woman before her. It was a couple of weeks after the incident when Spike had kidnapped her and Xander. She was frustrated. Oz had left her and had decided he didn't want to rush things back with her. She wanted him so much but no, he wanted to take it slowly. And that drunk vampire hadn't been enough lucid or desperate to take what he wanted, this meaning her. He had wanted to at first but then had stepped back. [Stupid drunk vampire!]
One night, she had had enough and had decided to take a walk outside. She armed herself with a stake and had headed toward the cemetary, hoping she could get caught in a good fight so she could pummeled on an helpless minion.
Of course, that didn't happened.
Instead, she met Faith doing her nightly patrol. She had to admit the dark slayer was a better one than Buffy. She was cool, determined, deadly, focused. And strong. Definitly. She took her job seriously. Buffy had told her that after a fight, Faith was always hungry and sometimes horny. So she had invited the slayer for an ice cream.
They walked and talked and walked for about two hours before heading to Willow's house. The innocently starting evening of friendship had turned into a night of debauchery.
For a while, the two girls were only in a fuck and go relationship. The were both frustrated, wanted somebody and they liked eachother. It didn't stayed that way for very long though.
Willow tried to patrol as often as possible with Faith. After a bad fight, the slayer had been hurt and the softer more histerical side of Willow had appeared... only after her darkest side had made an appearance to brutaly kill the demon that had hurted *her* slayer. That night, they had both admitted they needed the other more than just for sex.
Of course, things went downhill with that incident that happened when Balthazar came to Sunnydale. Faith had killed the mayor's puppy. All the Scoobies had turned their backs on her... everyone except Willow. She knew it had been an accident because the dark slayer had came running to her house that night in tears, her hands bloody and pleading her to believe it had been an accident.
A couple of days later, the redhead had told her *friends* she and Faith were in love.
"Red, you in there?"
Willow snapped out of her daze and looked at Faith. "What?"
A teasing grin appeared on the girl face. "Are you finished? I want to go shopping for shoes."
"Yeah, I'm good and stuffed. Lets go."
After a very short arguying session between Willow and Faith, it was decided that they'd spend a few days in Toronto before heading to Montreal. After all, they did want to get lost for the gang in Sunnydale and the multi cultural city was maybe the best place to do so. Who would notice two american young women within three million of people coming from Quebec, USA, France, South America, Africa, and the list goes on and on.
They stopped in front of a cheap motel next to a small road. They barely had anything to wear, so their next plan was to go shopping. And Willow did promise to her lover that she'd change her style of clothes. She didn't mind really. She'd love to be just Willow, a witch, hacker and Faith's lover. Not the shy, research girl that was used being a carpet for everybody to stomp on. She was tired to be what everyone expected her to be. Now, she could be herself, her *real* self. Her *friends* would have probably freaked out and locked her in a cage if they saw her look a little bit like her vampire self. She wanted to be confident, powerful and sexy. With a new look and Faith, she could be that Willow.
* * *
"Hey, Red! You hungry?"
The redhead dumped her bags next to her feet and slumped on a bench. "My feet hurt," she whinned.
Faith laughed and made her stood up. "Come on, witch. I want to eat something. I'm starving."
Reluctanly, the groaning Willow took her bags and followed the dark haired slayer heading with determination toward the food court. After grabing a meal, they headed back to their table.
Watching her lover stuffing her mouth, Willow ate slowly, remembering how she fell in love with the woman before her. It was a couple of weeks after the incident when Spike had kidnapped her and Xander. She was frustrated. Oz had left her and had decided he didn't want to rush things back with her. She wanted him so much but no, he wanted to take it slowly. And that drunk vampire hadn't been enough lucid or desperate to take what he wanted, this meaning her. He had wanted to at first but then had stepped back. [Stupid drunk vampire!]
One night, she had had enough and had decided to take a walk outside. She armed herself with a stake and had headed toward the cemetary, hoping she could get caught in a good fight so she could pummeled on an helpless minion.
Of course, that didn't happened.
Instead, she met Faith doing her nightly patrol. She had to admit the dark slayer was a better one than Buffy. She was cool, determined, deadly, focused. And strong. Definitly. She took her job seriously. Buffy had told her that after a fight, Faith was always hungry and sometimes horny. So she had invited the slayer for an ice cream.
They walked and talked and walked for about two hours before heading to Willow's house. The innocently starting evening of friendship had turned into a night of debauchery.
For a while, the two girls were only in a fuck and go relationship. The were both frustrated, wanted somebody and they liked eachother. It didn't stayed that way for very long though.
Willow tried to patrol as often as possible with Faith. After a bad fight, the slayer had been hurt and the softer more histerical side of Willow had appeared... only after her darkest side had made an appearance to brutaly kill the demon that had hurted *her* slayer. That night, they had both admitted they needed the other more than just for sex.
Of course, things went downhill with that incident that happened when Balthazar came to Sunnydale. Faith had killed the mayor's puppy. All the Scoobies had turned their backs on her... everyone except Willow. She knew it had been an accident because the dark slayer had came running to her house that night in tears, her hands bloody and pleading her to believe it had been an accident.
A couple of days later, the redhead had told her *friends* she and Faith were in love.
"Red, you in there?"
Willow snapped out of her daze and looked at Faith. "What?"
A teasing grin appeared on the girl face. "Are you finished? I want to go shopping for shoes."
"Yeah, I'm good and stuffed. Lets go."