Summary: Fairly short and fluffy. A fic watching Buffy and Faiths' relationship turn into something more

Timeline: Set towards the end of season 4, after the body swap, with Faith staying in Sunnydale

Rating: PG-13, mild language, sexual references and such

Pairing: B/F

Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy etc etc

Feedback: Yes please. This is my first fic, so I'd love to know whether I should ever write another one

Note: Sorry about the inconsistency of the timeline. Magic Box setting is included in season 4. Please don't stress over this.

Here it is. The final chapter. Thanks again to everyone for the reviews.

And in answer to memet, the name of this story was chosen by my flatmate. She has proof read this story more times than I can count, and so I told her she could choose a name. It was a strange choice, but hey. Strange story :)

Chapter 3

BUFFYS POV

Sunlight was filtering its way through the windows of the training room as sounds of combat could be heard drifting into the Magic Box. The two slayers were half way through their afternoon training session, causing dust to filter slowly around the room, seeming to catch as it passed through the rays of light.

This had to be my favorite time of day to train. Ok, so I gotta admit that the atmosphere wasn't the only reason I was enjoying training so much lately. A certain training partner and slayer counterpart had something to do with it.

If Faith felt the same way that I did, neither of us let it interfere with kicking each other's asses though. I might have been falling in love with Faith, but I wasn't about to let her beat me in training because of it.

My musings were rudely interrupted by someone punching me in the stomach.

The dark haired someone stopped and waved a hand in front of my face.

"Helloooo? Earth to B. Anyone home today? At least try and give me some competition here."

I blinked out of my daze and frowned.

"Sorry. Someone's on my mind today"

And every other day.

"Someone? Anyone I know that's taking up so much of your precious thought space?"

"What? I said something's on my mind. Not necessarily a person. Just stuff."

Faith smirked and held her arms out in a completely defenseless stance.

"Ok then Miss Preoccupied. How about taking a day off from your daydreaming, and actually trying? Or I suppose I could go hunt Spike down and beat the crap out of him. At least I'd actually need to concentrate on that fight."

The laughter in her eyes was almost too much to bear. Before she had even lowered her arms, I spun around with a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of her head. She fell to the floor and looked back up at me smiling, rubbing the side of her face.

"Glad you could join us again B. That almost hurt."

She flipped herself upright, and swung a couple of token punches, which I blocked as easily as if Willow was trying to hit me.

"Look who needs to up their game now Faith?"

I grinned as her own smile disappeared. Now this was more like it.

A minute later, we were still swapping blow after blow, with neither of us having much success. What Faith failed to realize, was that I was slowly walking forwards, backing her up against the wall.

She gasped when her back touched the cold wall and she understood what I'd done.

I pushed myself up against her, with my hands on the wall on either side of her face. I could feel her ragged breathing on my lips, matching my own gasps for air.

"Bad luck Faith. Not a very good position to be in, don't you think?"

She smiled back at me.

"I dunno B. Looks pretty good from where I am."

I paused for a fraction of a second to consider this. The fraction of a second was all it took for Faith to hit me with an uppercut punch square under my jaw. It was so hard, I felt my teeth rattle as I landed on my back. I skidded to a halt against a blue training mat, and lay there, gasping for air.

She strode to where I was lying, and stood over me, one of her boots resting lightly on my stomach.

"You were saying?"

I scowled and pushed her foot off me, scrambling to my feet before she had a chance to start hitting me again.

She was still smiling as I stepped closer to her.

With a quick sweep, I brushed my leg around her ankle and pushed her legs out from under her. I guess Faith had seen it coming at the last minute, cause she grabbed my shirt and pulled me down with her. That's my Faith. If she's gonna go down, she'll sure as hell take as many people with her as possible.

I landed on top of her, and sat upright, straddling her waist.

"Is that the best you've got Faith?"

With a sudden move, she grabbed my legs and sat upright too, so her face was inches away from mine. I tried not to shiver at the warmth I could feel from her hands on me.

"Nah it's not my best. I just like seeing you on top of me B."

I bought my hand up to her face, gently tracing the bruise that was starting to appear on her cheekbone. My bruise.

I leaned in and closed the distance between us, catching her lips with my own.

She gave a soft moan, and starting returning my kiss with an intensity that surprised me. Any doubts I had about our attraction left my mind, as her hands ran along my lower back, pressing me in closer to her.

I felt her tongue run along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth wider, gently meeting her tongue with mine.

I ran my hands through her messy hair, silently cursing the layers of clothes between us.

"Oh. Gosh."

With a small jump, I tore myself away from Faith's lips and looked over to see Tara standing in the doorway clutching a book, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, I ah, d-didn't mean to interrupt. Um, Giles wants to speak to you Buffy. When you're, um, w-when you're free that is."

With a small smile, she turned and left the room.

I looked back at Faith, who looked like she was deciding whether to kidnap Giles now or later.

"I ah, I guess that's my cue to leave."

I tried not to smile at the disappointed look she was giving me. She cleared her throat and looked away at the door.

"Hey."

I gently pulled her face back until she was looking at me again with her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

"Are we gonna be able to pick this up again later on?"

For the first time today, I saw her break into a genuine smile that reached her eyes.

"Oh come on B. You know I like to finish what I start."

She leaned in and kissed me again, softly and slowly, before breaking away with a sigh.

I ran my hand gently across her cheek, then climbed off her and walked back into the shop.

Espresso Pump

I was sitting across from Willow at the Espresso Pump watching her pour her second sugar into her already sweetened mocha. I couldn't help but wonder at the sugar content, as I heard her sugar grating against the spoon as she stirred.

Her nervousness was driving me crazy. It was bad enough that I was planning on telling her about my feelings for Faith and our mid-training make out session, when she obviously wanted to tell me something too. I made a mental note to try and reduce the amount of sugar left lying around.

"So what do you think of Tara?"

Her question came out fairly easily, but I noticed her mocha was taking up most of her attention.

"She seems really nice Will. A little shy at first, but she's warming up to our, interesting way of life nicely. And the whole witch thing? Good to have something in common eh?"

I gave her a genuine smile, hoping to pass on how much I really did like Tara, so she could relax a little before I started on the topic of Faith.

"Yeah, she's great. We did this spell the other day, which was really neat. We laid out some sage to counteract this negative vibe that passed round the dorms the other day and .."

I listened to her chat about her spells for a while, trying my best to look like I was keeping up with the conversation. If Willow wasn't lost in the land of spells, she would have noticed my napkin lying in a hundred tiny white pieces around my cup.

She started on the latest Wiccan news, and my eyes glazed over as I thought of where Faith might be, and what she was doing. God, obsess much Buffy?

With an effort, I pulled myself out of my daze and turned back to Willow.

"- and before you know it, wham! This current of energy-"

"– I think I'm gay."

With a small jump Willow stopped gesturing in the air, and looked at me like I'd suggested we invite Spike around for dinner.

"Oh my god! How did you know that?"

Ok. What? Out of all the reactions I had thought she might have, this was near the bottom of the list. How to easily explain you've fallen in love with someone who once tried to kill you and everyone you love?

"Um, well. There was the cuddling on the couch.... And the flirting, and then the straddling..."

If Willow looked like I was crazy before, it was nothing to how she was looking now. Also, she looked mildly offended for some reason.

"Straddling?! Hugging, yeah, but not with the straddling! There has been absolutely no straddling!"

Now it was my turn to look confused. Was I saying this wrong?

"What? Willow, I –"

"- even some holding hands, but geez Buff, I haven't-"

"Will!"

"I never..what?"

She paused to look across at me - apparently torn between wanting to hear what I was going to say, and wanting to further defend herself from whatever was upsetting her.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah... That you think I'm gay, which is fair, cause I think I am too, and was kinda what I wanted to tell you, but totally unfair that you said it for me, cause it's kinda an important line in the scheme of things, well, you know more important than me about to suggest mochas, and then all of a sudden you're all "Hey Will, time for some chocolatey goodness" before I can....what?"

As I sat waiting for her to run out of breath, I suddenly realized what she was talking about, and more importantly, what she thought this conversation was about.

"You and Tara are dating?"

At this point I was almost sure this conversation was going to make history for the most amount of strange looks given between two people.

"Well, kinda. Um, I don't know. Isn't this what we're talking about?"

"I said that I think I'm gay. But woah, go Will!"

I sat there, smiling, waiting for Willow to catch up on the conversation. It was kinda nice being a step ahead of her for once. Her emotions were easier to read than anything Giles had ever made me study. Confusion. Flattery. Confusion. Panic. Back to confusion.

"Thanks. But. You? What? With the liking of the girls and the...flirting.....oh, and the straddling?! Wait. You like Faith? Faith who tried to kill us all? Faith you put in a coma, then stole your body, Faith?"

Now it was my turn to find my shredded napkin interesting.

"I haven't noticed many other girls around here called Faith...."

Willow sat gripping her spoon like it was her first ever exam. Milk was dripping all over the table, and down her sleeve.

"Will, she's changed. You must be able to see that? The last month she's been like a different person."

For the first time in the last 20 minutes, I saw her look...., erm, well, I saw her look not quite so confused. Nodding slightly, she held my gaze.

"....Yeah, she does seem less....uh, extreme."

"You really think so? Cause I've seen her change Will. And I think I've changed too. That body swap was creepy beyond belief, but it let me into her world. Her real world, not just the one she always wants us to see. It was, weird. And to be honest, not really nice. God, she made some wrong decisions, but I get it now. We didn't do a lot to help her Will. I kinda admire the effort she's made over the last month. I want to be there to help her this time."

I guess she realized I was totally serious after this long-winded speech, cause she reached across the table and took my hands.

Silence.

"Wow. Best friends with the same news on the same day."

"Yeah, what are the chances?"

I looked down into my now empty mug.

More silence.

Willow looked up at me with a wistful look on her face.

"I guess coming out isn't as big as it used to be?"

THE END