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Chapter Six
Faith and Buffy curled up on the couch and watched a movie. The only thing they knew was that the star was Colin Farrell.
"He is sooooooo hot," Faith stated and snuggled deeper into the blue cotton blanket the two were sharing.
"God, I know."
"You've got a little drool there B," Faith grinned.
"Do not," she wiped her mouth. "Well whatdaya know."
Faith laughed and turned back to the movie.
A car motor in the driveway broke into their fantasies about the cute Irishman. "The hell," Buffy rushed to the window, pulled back the curtain and saw a jeep sitting in the driveway. 'Hmm..."
"What?"
"There's a car. Can't see the driver though."
Faith walked over to the window and looked at the jeep. "Damn it...you stay here, I'll take care of him."
"Ok," Buffy laid on the couch and grinned at Faith.
She arrived at the door just in time for Angelus to knock. "What do you want," she demanded with a cold look.
He ignored it. "Is Buffy here?"
Faith frowned. "No, she isn't. What do you want with her?"
He sighed impatiently and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Love the hair," she noticed for the first time his hair wasn't in the usual spikes.
"Where is she then," he once again ignored Faith.
"I dunno."
"Faith who is it," Buffy walked up behind her.
Angelus glared at Faith. "Hey Buffy," he smirked.
"Hi," she scowled back.
"What do you want," Faith situated herself between the two.
"Just wanted to talk to Buff."
"Don't call me that! It's almost as bad as 'B'," she glared.
"Mmm hmm."
His pager went off and he cursed. "We'll do this later."
"Can't wait."
The club throbbed, gaining a life of its own as the patrons clouded the dance floor. Buffy searched the crowd for the eighth time that night.
"Whatcha' looking for," Liz's voice broke her concentration.
"Oh...um...no one."
Heather chuckled and leaned back. "Buffy's got an obsession...or should that be stalker?"
"Shut it," she found who she'd been looking for and walked away from the table.
"Where's she going," Kendra tried to look over Faith's soldier.
"Taking care of our problem," Faith suggested innocently.
"I thought we agreed not to do that to her right now though."
"Yeah, well..."
Angelus sat in shadows watching Buffy until a crowd blocked his view.
"Well, look who's here," Buffy laughed at the surprised look on his face.
"Buffy."
She threw herself into the chair beside him. "So, tell me something," she murmured so he'd have to lean in.
"Yeah," he had a good view down the front of her dark red tank top.
"Are any of your friends here?"
"Yeah..."
She giggled in exaggerated innocence. "What do you think they'd do if..," she trailed off.
"If what?"
She didn't answer but instead straddled his lap and lowered her lips to his. His momentary lack of response didn't bother her as she lightly nipped at his bottom lip. She wiggled her lower body against his and swallowed his moan. His tongue entered her mouth, teasing the tip of her's before tracing the roof of her mouth. The sound of someone clearing her throat pulled them apart.
They came face to face with Faith, Liz, Willow, Kendra, and Heather. "Oh, hi," Buffy smiled at them.
"What the hell is going on," Kendra's voice barely below a bellow.
"What? It's natural to want to f-."
"Stop it! I can't hear this," Liz covered her ears and sang loudly to cover Buffy's voice.
"I don't want to hear it either," Heather shouted over Liz.
Buffy sighed, "Just had to ruin it," she smirked at Faith.
Angelus just sat there in a stupor, unsure of what to do.
Outside the club, there was something much more sinister than lust. Violence. Spike and three of his boys stood outside in the rain refusing to back down. Their opposition, the Distillers, tried to stare them down.
"You might as well give it up now kids, you'll never win," Spike informed them and reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
"And what makes you so fuckin' sure," their leader, a greasy kid with dark, bulging eyes, asked with an unattractive smirk. His followers seemed to agree.
Spike chuckled at their ignorance. "Do you not know who we are, kids?"
"I know that if you don't cut out the 'kids' bullshit I'll hafta make you."
"Boys then," Spike teased.
"Get them."
"Awwwww, I hit a sore spot," Spike punched the blond boy running towards him. He laughed out-right when the boy fell and didn't move. "Cor...you kids really are weak."
"Weak," Number One asked, his voice shaking with indignation.
"Damn straight."
"How's this for weak?"He pulled a .22 from his back pocket.
Spike, Jayden, and Paul didn't look affected by the sight.
Ryan sighed. "I'll handle this. You all go ahead."
"All right," Spike turned and gestured for Paul and Jayden to follow him. "We'll see ya."
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