"Buffyyyyyy..."
(snip)
Jan huffed angrily and stormed out of the room, yanking on her jacket as
she went.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Is she a uh...friend of yours?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Faith straightened her panties and bra nervously, all too aware of how her hair stuck to her sweat slicked neck and shoulders and the jolt of adrenaline she always got when Buffy was nearby. She knew she was trying to destroy the evidence of a rather intense fuck session that already had a witness, but it was a reflex she couldn't help. Avoiding eye contact with Buffy, she ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she formulated a response.
"No... not really."
"Oh," replied Buffy. She, too, was trying not to look at her dark counterpart, preferring instead to look around at the shabbily decorated interior to the dressing room. "Oh!," Buffy started, having remembered that she still had Faith's clothes in her hands and lifted them up as if presenting an example, "I got these like you said."
"Just put them on that chest, B," replied Faith, gesturing to a worn mahogany chest on the floor which was full of any number of costumes, ranging from devil to angel, nun to dominatrix.
"Oh," Buffy cleverly replied. She settled her weight on the opposite foot once more and spoke nervously, "Listen, this is uh...*really* awkward so I'll just-"
"No! Buff-", she cleared her throat, feeling awkward saying the older girl's full name after just having moaned it in the height of passion ('With another person, you fucking *skank!*' she castigated herself mentally.) "B... Let's just talk, ok?"
Her voice was desperate; she had not wanted Buffy to find out about her sexuality like this. Sure, she hadn't been incredibly discreet about it, but she had wanted to wait until she was at least on level ground with Buffy once again. They had just started to become friends when that whole mess with Gwendolyn Post happened, and since then they'd barely spent anytime together. They even patrolled separately, and Faith badly missed the precious little time she had spent with her sister Slayer.
Buffy hesitated in answering. So many questions were running through her head and half of them she wasn't sure she was ready for the answers to. For the first time since the incident with Jan, the two girls looked each other in the eye. Buffy saw the desperation , sadness and guilt swirling in Faith's eyes, and she was sure Faith could see the hurt and betrayed emotions darting behind her own. She broke the moment, looking down at her feet.
"Ok," she agreed to Faith's proposal, "We'll talk."
"Ok, just gimme a sec, I gotta get dressed," Faith said giving a small apologetic smile.
Buffy closed the chest and sat on it, waiting patiently and watching Faith tug on her leathers. Unconsciously hypnotized once again by the brunette's beauty, her eyes felt drawn to every curve and dip of Faith's body. A scar on her left hip, a birthmark just inside her right thigh, and a speckling of beauty marks could be all be found on Faith's sleek figure.
The grace with which the dark Slayer moved was reminiscent of a feline's. Every movement was controlled and held a certain fluidity that only Faith possessed. Buffy had never admitted it to herself before, but she had been so jealous of Faith in the beginning because she admired her. She admired her daring attitude, her grace, her laugh, her beauty...
'Oh God...' Buffy thought, 'I really need to talk to Will...' She paused in her train of thinking, realizing that her thought patterns were exactly right, because her thoughts were right in line with what she had planned on talking to Willow about earlier. 'Go me!' she thought, smiling slightly.
Faith tugged on her tank top and sat next to Buffy. She noticed that Buffy was smiling a little, and she couldn't help but smile, too. Faith caught Buffy's eye and gave another smile, this one a little sheepish and there was a hint of shame in her voice.
"B, I-...I'm sorry," she got with some difficulty. Apologies weren't really her thing. At Buffy's slightly puzzled expression, Faith elaborated. "You know, for not telling you about...well ok. Let's start over." She took a deep breath, "I fuck girls. I know I lied and put on a show about fucking guys but the truth is... I'm gay. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but I was... well I just didn't want you to hate me. "
Buffy couldn't exactly say she was shocked. It's simply not possible to deny seeing something with your very own eyes when it's followed with a situation as awkward as this. "Faith... I never hated you. Jealous of you, yeah, but never hated."
Faith sighed, not sure how to react to a statement that she saw as being impossible. How could Buffy, the girl with a perfect life, be jealous of trailer trash like her? She looked at the floor and kicked lightly at an errant bead with the toe of her boot.
"I miss patrolling with you," Buffy offered suddenly. Faith looked up and saw that Buffy was serious.
"I miss patrolling with you, too," replied Faith, smiling again.
"Good."
"Yeah, good."
Pause.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then. Training?"
"Of course, B. Wouldn't miss it."
"Good. I'm bringing the want ads."
"Cool... Hey! B, weren't we over this, I'm *not* getting a new job!"
Buffy merely smiled and said, "Yes, Faith. You are."
Faith sighed resignedly, "Whatever."
"See ya tomorrow Faith!" the blonde Slayer waved quickly at Faith from the doorway, and Faith felt herself give another involuntary half smile at the older girl's exuberance.
'Well,' she thought, 'It's a start.'
Buffy shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.
"Is she a uh...friend of yours?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Faith straightened her panties and bra nervously, all too aware of how her hair stuck to her sweat slicked neck and shoulders and the jolt of adrenaline she always got when Buffy was nearby. She knew she was trying to destroy the evidence of a rather intense fuck session that already had a witness, but it was a reflex she couldn't help. Avoiding eye contact with Buffy, she ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she formulated a response.
"No... not really."
"Oh," replied Buffy. She, too, was trying not to look at her dark counterpart, preferring instead to look around at the shabbily decorated interior to the dressing room. "Oh!," Buffy started, having remembered that she still had Faith's clothes in her hands and lifted them up as if presenting an example, "I got these like you said."
"Just put them on that chest, B," replied Faith, gesturing to a worn mahogany chest on the floor which was full of any number of costumes, ranging from devil to angel, nun to dominatrix.
"Oh," Buffy cleverly replied. She settled her weight on the opposite foot once more and spoke nervously, "Listen, this is uh...*really* awkward so I'll just-"
"No! Buff-", she cleared her throat, feeling awkward saying the older girl's full name after just having moaned it in the height of passion ('With another person, you fucking *skank!*' she castigated herself mentally.) "B... Let's just talk, ok?"
Her voice was desperate; she had not wanted Buffy to find out about her sexuality like this. Sure, she hadn't been incredibly discreet about it, but she had wanted to wait until she was at least on level ground with Buffy once again. They had just started to become friends when that whole mess with Gwendolyn Post happened, and since then they'd barely spent anytime together. They even patrolled separately, and Faith badly missed the precious little time she had spent with her sister Slayer.
Buffy hesitated in answering. So many questions were running through her head and half of them she wasn't sure she was ready for the answers to. For the first time since the incident with Jan, the two girls looked each other in the eye. Buffy saw the desperation , sadness and guilt swirling in Faith's eyes, and she was sure Faith could see the hurt and betrayed emotions darting behind her own. She broke the moment, looking down at her feet.
"Ok," she agreed to Faith's proposal, "We'll talk."
"Ok, just gimme a sec, I gotta get dressed," Faith said giving a small apologetic smile.
Buffy closed the chest and sat on it, waiting patiently and watching Faith tug on her leathers. Unconsciously hypnotized once again by the brunette's beauty, her eyes felt drawn to every curve and dip of Faith's body. A scar on her left hip, a birthmark just inside her right thigh, and a speckling of beauty marks could be all be found on Faith's sleek figure.
The grace with which the dark Slayer moved was reminiscent of a feline's. Every movement was controlled and held a certain fluidity that only Faith possessed. Buffy had never admitted it to herself before, but she had been so jealous of Faith in the beginning because she admired her. She admired her daring attitude, her grace, her laugh, her beauty...
'Oh God...' Buffy thought, 'I really need to talk to Will...' She paused in her train of thinking, realizing that her thought patterns were exactly right, because her thoughts were right in line with what she had planned on talking to Willow about earlier. 'Go me!' she thought, smiling slightly.
Faith tugged on her tank top and sat next to Buffy. She noticed that Buffy was smiling a little, and she couldn't help but smile, too. Faith caught Buffy's eye and gave another smile, this one a little sheepish and there was a hint of shame in her voice.
"B, I-...I'm sorry," she got with some difficulty. Apologies weren't really her thing. At Buffy's slightly puzzled expression, Faith elaborated. "You know, for not telling you about...well ok. Let's start over." She took a deep breath, "I fuck girls. I know I lied and put on a show about fucking guys but the truth is... I'm gay. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but I was... well I just didn't want you to hate me. "
Buffy couldn't exactly say she was shocked. It's simply not possible to deny seeing something with your very own eyes when it's followed with a situation as awkward as this. "Faith... I never hated you. Jealous of you, yeah, but never hated."
Faith sighed, not sure how to react to a statement that she saw as being impossible. How could Buffy, the girl with a perfect life, be jealous of trailer trash like her? She looked at the floor and kicked lightly at an errant bead with the toe of her boot.
"I miss patrolling with you," Buffy offered suddenly. Faith looked up and saw that Buffy was serious.
"I miss patrolling with you, too," replied Faith, smiling again.
"Good."
"Yeah, good."
Pause.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then. Training?"
"Of course, B. Wouldn't miss it."
"Good. I'm bringing the want ads."
"Cool... Hey! B, weren't we over this, I'm *not* getting a new job!"
Buffy merely smiled and said, "Yes, Faith. You are."
Faith sighed resignedly, "Whatever."
"See ya tomorrow Faith!" the blonde Slayer waved quickly at Faith from the doorway, and Faith felt herself give another involuntary half smile at the older girl's exuberance.
'Well,' she thought, 'It's a start.'