Chapter 4
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It had all been very simple, Buffy had called the phone number and an hour later the trio of girls were walking out to Giles' car. It seemed that the mayor had foreseen the need for an alibi about the murders, so he had entrusted a signed statement stating that Faith had been with him and a few other high ranking officials during which time the two murders she was suspected of had happened. It was counter signed by the chief of police and when questioned, he backed up the alibi. So Faith was released from jail with a warning to stay out of trouble.
The drive back had been awkward, none of the girls knowing what to talk about. When they got home it was nighttime, so Buffy had shown Faith to the spare room. Just before going to be bed, Buffy had given Faith a hug. "You might not be the prince I had hoped to come and save me, but all I can say is, he took too long and you're here now."
Faith had smiled and given Buffy a squeeze and nodded her head, "And when your prince turns up, I'll deck him and tell him to get lost," she said with a little laugh, then turned and walked into the room.
Buffy had lingered for a second, a thoughtful look on her face before heading to her own room. Sleep descended on the house, a peaceful sleep, for the two Slayers who had been troubled in their sleep of late.
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The next day found Faith, in her usual white tank top and leather pants standing in the basement looking at Buffy who was holding a monkey wrench and was tightening a piece of leaking pipe.
"You sure about this B? D does have the number for a plumber. We can easily ring and get him here," Faith said, watching Buffy a little apprehensively'
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"I can do this Faith, don't worry," she said, glancing over her shoulder at Faith and Dawn. "I can do this," she said again, and smiled reassuringly at the woman and the girl who were looking at her worriedly.
"Buffy, I really think calling the plumber would be the better idea," Dawn said uncertainly, from the safely of the staircase that ran up into the house.
"Yeah, come on B, you don't want to over tighten those things, and sometimes we can't judge our own strength," Faith said.
Buffy gave it one more tightening turn and looked at the pipe. "There, done," she said, when suddenly all the pipes behind her burst, pouring water all over the place, including the three girls.
Dawn ran up the stairs squealing, slamming the door closed as she went.
Faith just looked at Buffy's back. She herself was soaking wet from the pipe that was just above her, which had drenched her in seconds of bursting. Grabbing the master, she turned it to the off position to stop the incoming water. Reaching up, she hooked her hands in her long brown hair and swept it backwards then shook her head from side to side, flicking water all over the place.
Buffy turned around slowly and looked at Faith, who had her hands hooked in her hair and was brushing it out of her face, and realised two very important things. The first was that she had overdone it with the tightening of the pipe and the other was that Faith wasn't wearing a bra under her very wet and white top. Did she mention a very wet tank top, which was now a very skintight top?
Buffy was held spellbound as Faith shook her hair, sending water all over the place. Tearing her attention from the very interesting way that Faith bounced while shaking her head, Buffy focused on Faith's face. "Don't you dare say I told you so," she growled, making no move to slick back her own hair from her face.
Faith just looked at Buffy and burst out laughing at Buffy, who was just as drenched as she was and generally looked very good with her clothes plastered to her body. She was laughing so much she didn't immediately notice her own plastered state.
Buffy frowned at Faith for a second then noticed that she seemed to be bouncing again and the frown fell off her face, as she tore her eyes away from the sight, and started looking around for towels to dry up a little.
Faith, who was laughing, noticed that Buffy seemed to be staring at her and looked down to notice her own plastered state. She might as well have not being wearing a top at all. The tank top had been pretty light because of the heat and now that lightness was playing against her. Pinching the only part that didn't seem to be plastered against her, she pulled the top off her breasts.
Looking at Buffy and over at the closed door, making sure her back was to the door she pulled the top off altogether and started wringing it out. She was more than used to showering with women, so it didn't bother her in the slightest when she looked up and caught Buffy staring a little again.
Buffy had caught the movement out of the corner of her eyes and she watched wide-eyed as Faith just peeled the top off altogether and wrung it out. She blushed and suddenly averted her eyes from the guilty peek. It wasn't like she had meant to see Faith topless. Buffy froze that line of thought as the images of Faith in plastered top came to mind and the way her breasts bounced when she laughed. She did not need this new complication in her life.
Ever since Willow had come out with Tara, Buffy has been thinking, even to the point of re-evaluating. She had rotten taste in men; every single man in her life, bar two, had betrayed or hurt her in some way. From Angel to Riley, even Oz's leaving that had hurt Willow had hurt her. It came down to the point where she could trust only Xander and Giles. After Riley had left, every time she had seen Willow and Tara together her mind had wandered just a little to a faceless person in her imagination.
More accurately, the faceless person was female. At first Buffy had tried to ignore it, she had Glory to deal with and then Spike's sudden announcement that he loved her. But at night when she was asleep, it was a girl in her dream holding her, kissing her. A shiver ran through Buffy and she picked up a pair of towels, wrapping the first one around her before she turned and offered the other to Faith.
When she had finished wringing the top out, Faith had just stood there watching Buffy, who seemed to be just standing there, staring at a pile of towels, then she had suddenly shivered and grabbed up a pair of them. Faith smiled as she took the offered towel and wrapped it around her chest, then the two walked up the stairs. Faith pulled Buffy into a hug against her side, "Don't worry B, we'll get this fixed in no time," and with that, the two girls disappeared back into the house to change out of the wet clothes they were in.
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It had all been very simple, Buffy had called the phone number and an hour later the trio of girls were walking out to Giles' car. It seemed that the mayor had foreseen the need for an alibi about the murders, so he had entrusted a signed statement stating that Faith had been with him and a few other high ranking officials during which time the two murders she was suspected of had happened. It was counter signed by the chief of police and when questioned, he backed up the alibi. So Faith was released from jail with a warning to stay out of trouble.
The drive back had been awkward, none of the girls knowing what to talk about. When they got home it was nighttime, so Buffy had shown Faith to the spare room. Just before going to be bed, Buffy had given Faith a hug. "You might not be the prince I had hoped to come and save me, but all I can say is, he took too long and you're here now."
Faith had smiled and given Buffy a squeeze and nodded her head, "And when your prince turns up, I'll deck him and tell him to get lost," she said with a little laugh, then turned and walked into the room.
Buffy had lingered for a second, a thoughtful look on her face before heading to her own room. Sleep descended on the house, a peaceful sleep, for the two Slayers who had been troubled in their sleep of late.
~~~
The next day found Faith, in her usual white tank top and leather pants standing in the basement looking at Buffy who was holding a monkey wrench and was tightening a piece of leaking pipe.
"You sure about this B? D does have the number for a plumber. We can easily ring and get him here," Faith said, watching Buffy a little apprehensively'
.
"I can do this Faith, don't worry," she said, glancing over her shoulder at Faith and Dawn. "I can do this," she said again, and smiled reassuringly at the woman and the girl who were looking at her worriedly.
"Buffy, I really think calling the plumber would be the better idea," Dawn said uncertainly, from the safely of the staircase that ran up into the house.
"Yeah, come on B, you don't want to over tighten those things, and sometimes we can't judge our own strength," Faith said.
Buffy gave it one more tightening turn and looked at the pipe. "There, done," she said, when suddenly all the pipes behind her burst, pouring water all over the place, including the three girls.
Dawn ran up the stairs squealing, slamming the door closed as she went.
Faith just looked at Buffy's back. She herself was soaking wet from the pipe that was just above her, which had drenched her in seconds of bursting. Grabbing the master, she turned it to the off position to stop the incoming water. Reaching up, she hooked her hands in her long brown hair and swept it backwards then shook her head from side to side, flicking water all over the place.
Buffy turned around slowly and looked at Faith, who had her hands hooked in her hair and was brushing it out of her face, and realised two very important things. The first was that she had overdone it with the tightening of the pipe and the other was that Faith wasn't wearing a bra under her very wet and white top. Did she mention a very wet tank top, which was now a very skintight top?
Buffy was held spellbound as Faith shook her hair, sending water all over the place. Tearing her attention from the very interesting way that Faith bounced while shaking her head, Buffy focused on Faith's face. "Don't you dare say I told you so," she growled, making no move to slick back her own hair from her face.
Faith just looked at Buffy and burst out laughing at Buffy, who was just as drenched as she was and generally looked very good with her clothes plastered to her body. She was laughing so much she didn't immediately notice her own plastered state.
Buffy frowned at Faith for a second then noticed that she seemed to be bouncing again and the frown fell off her face, as she tore her eyes away from the sight, and started looking around for towels to dry up a little.
Faith, who was laughing, noticed that Buffy seemed to be staring at her and looked down to notice her own plastered state. She might as well have not being wearing a top at all. The tank top had been pretty light because of the heat and now that lightness was playing against her. Pinching the only part that didn't seem to be plastered against her, she pulled the top off her breasts.
Looking at Buffy and over at the closed door, making sure her back was to the door she pulled the top off altogether and started wringing it out. She was more than used to showering with women, so it didn't bother her in the slightest when she looked up and caught Buffy staring a little again.
Buffy had caught the movement out of the corner of her eyes and she watched wide-eyed as Faith just peeled the top off altogether and wrung it out. She blushed and suddenly averted her eyes from the guilty peek. It wasn't like she had meant to see Faith topless. Buffy froze that line of thought as the images of Faith in plastered top came to mind and the way her breasts bounced when she laughed. She did not need this new complication in her life.
Ever since Willow had come out with Tara, Buffy has been thinking, even to the point of re-evaluating. She had rotten taste in men; every single man in her life, bar two, had betrayed or hurt her in some way. From Angel to Riley, even Oz's leaving that had hurt Willow had hurt her. It came down to the point where she could trust only Xander and Giles. After Riley had left, every time she had seen Willow and Tara together her mind had wandered just a little to a faceless person in her imagination.
More accurately, the faceless person was female. At first Buffy had tried to ignore it, she had Glory to deal with and then Spike's sudden announcement that he loved her. But at night when she was asleep, it was a girl in her dream holding her, kissing her. A shiver ran through Buffy and she picked up a pair of towels, wrapping the first one around her before she turned and offered the other to Faith.
When she had finished wringing the top out, Faith had just stood there watching Buffy, who seemed to be just standing there, staring at a pile of towels, then she had suddenly shivered and grabbed up a pair of them. Faith smiled as she took the offered towel and wrapped it around her chest, then the two walked up the stairs. Faith pulled Buffy into a hug against her side, "Don't worry B, we'll get this fixed in no time," and with that, the two girls disappeared back into the house to change out of the wet clothes they were in.