And We Danced...
Disclaimer: I don't own "We Danced". And unfortunately, I don't own Buffy or Faith either.
"Oh my god...I don't think I've been this unsuccessful at getting drunk in my life."
Buffy raised a hand to her mouth, trying to stop the forthcoming burp. Too late. A small, echoing sound escaped and the bartender laughed. The blonde, thoroughly embarrassed, smiled and ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth down the tussled mess. She had come to this bar to try and drown her sorrows, and instead was provoking it more. All around her on the dance floor were happy couples swaying to the soft sounds of country music, and she was on a bar stool surrounded by drunken men haunted by some sort of midlife crisis. Her problems were ten times worse than too little sex with a spouse. She had to deal with a leaving Watcher, a hormonal driven teenager, and how to live a regular life. Plus, Spike was back from the dead. Wait, did I say that right? Spike was already kind of dead. Maybe it's the living-dead dead. Dead living-dead. Wherever the hell vampires go when they die, he came back from there. She groaned and in her subconscious mind listened to the music.
The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
"Jack Daniels, Jim." A feminine voice roused her from her zoned out state and she turned. Oh my god, that wasn't- Beside her sat a tall, dark haired stranger, her eyes an enchanting shade of brown. She bit her lip and tried to catch the woman's almond orbs with her own and prevailed. "Well, hey there, B. We don't normally have your type around here- no offense. Personally, I'd rather have a pretty Slayer in my bar then these guys." She tilted her head toward the aging men beside the two. Buffy smiled and downed her Bud. "Your flattery still gets you nowhere. You said 'my bar'...do you own-""Yeah, couple of vamps owned the joint up until I kicked their asses and now, Faithy's got herself a place to call home. I'm still not completely ready to settle down, but I figure I can't have what I want, so what the hell? Business had picked over summer, but now that the kids are starting to go back to school, I think things will die down." Buffy nodded in agreement. "Faith, what do you want?" The raven raised the beer to her lips. Swallowing, she spoke. "You." The silence that passed was uncomfortable, and lasted for about an hour- the two acquaintances looking at one another every couple of minutes.
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"
Buffy glanced and realized that it was now only her, Faith, and Jim left in the bar. She bit her lip and slowly rose up to leave. "I'm not one to break up a good conversation, but I think I should-"The rouge slayer got up first and silenced the blonde with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Wait...do you wanna dance? It would take things off your mind," she coaxed, grinning like the Mad Hatter. She is so cute, thought Buffy, against her better judgment. "I-I...yes." She allowed herself to be led out on the floor by the woman who loved her and melted into the warmth of her strong arms. "I can tell when something is bothering you, ya know, B," whispered Faith, barely able to speak properly because this- her and Buffy dancing- was a dream come true. "Slayer sense?" Faith smirked and pulled Buffy closer, wrapping her embrace tighter around the Chosen One's middle. "No. It's my Buffy sense."
And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced
Buffy quietly rested her head on Faith's shoulder, enjoying the tenderness of this moment. "Remember when I told you that I loved you," Faith whispered in her ear, the soft breath unnerving something in Buffy. "How could I forget- it was when I tossed you the scythe and you thought I was...going to..." She cleared her throat and pulled away enough to look into Faith's eyes. "I'm tired of being lonely." "What about Captain Peroxide- I thought you and him were gonna hook back up now that he's alive again." Buffy shook her head. "I don't want him. Faith- I think I want...hell, I think I need...you." Faith leaned in and captured the soft lips in front of her, sucking them fervently and running her fingers through Buffy's soft curls. Faith pulled away reluctantly, only to say a handful of words. "Like I always say: want, take, have." Then she took Buffy into a searing kiss of dueling tongues and heated passions.