Faith's POV
Buffy just kissed me. That makes twice in one night. Hey, that makes twice ever. I know it wasn't on the lips or anything, but still – progress. Of course, now everyone in here was watching me from the corners of their eyes. But I didn't care.
I turned to look at her slowly, but she was just watching the movie. Or pretending to watch the movie. I couldn't tell. Now I had to pretend to watch the movie as well.
Did I mention how glad I was that I came?
"I'm cold," Buffy blurted out in the middle of the viewing silence.
Dawn looked at her, "So?"
"So, go get me a blanket. I'm cold." Buffy was pouting. Oh, I'll go get you a blanket. She was staring at Dawn, "I got you the cool watch. And you are getting more cool presents in the morning. And I'm bigger."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "Older, not bigger." Hah, she's right. B is kinda short. "And I am not your maid. Go get your own blanket."
Buffy huffed for a moment, looking imploringly at Dawn.
"Arrgh, fine. I'll go get you a stupid blanket." Dawn said standing up.
I looked around the room. Anya and Xander were asleep on the floor. They looked kinda sweet lying there together. Wait a minute, no they didn't. What the hell has gotten into me? I'm turning into a sap. It's got to be the holidays.
Willow was playing with Tara's hair, watching the movie. I wanted to turn and look at Buffy, but I could see that she was looking straight ahead – at the television.
"Here," Dawn threw the blanket at her sister, "You are so lazy."
"Shut up Dawn," Buffy said, pulling the blanket over her. "I save the world all the time. I don't think that constitutes laziness."
Dawn started to say something and then changed her mind, "Oh forget it. I'm going to bed. I want to open presents in the morning, ok?"
Buffy nodded.
Dawn headed up the stairs. She was about half way up when she turned around, "Hey Faith, are you staying tonight?"
Staying? Was I supposed to stay? I must have looked like an idiot. I kept saying, "uh…uh," over and over.
Buffy looked at me and smiled, "Of course she's staying. We're not sending her home alone on Christmas. Plus she's got to be here in the morning when we open gifts."
Uh, ok. Answered that for me. And everyone else still in the room. Xander and Anya having suddenly awoken from their slumber and Willow and Tara who were just smiling at us like we were some circus freaks.
I think they were waiting for me to say something, but nothing clever was coming to mind. I guess they figured the movie was more entertaining so they all turned back to it.
Except Buffy.
"Are you cold?" She whispered, turning to me. She didn't wait for me to answer, but stood up and covered the both of us with the blanket. She had moved impossibly closer to me when she sat back down and I could feel her thigh touching my leg. Where do I put my hands? Shit. Okay, think Faith. I took them from under the cover and placed them in my lap. Just watch the movie. It's cool. How the fuck long is this damn thing anyway? Where am I going to sleep?
Oh I know where I wanted to sleep but…where was I going to sleep? Hey! What was that? I think she's touching my leg. She was touching my leg. I could feel her fingers running circles on my thigh.
What did I do? Pretend she's not doing it? What? When did I become a friggin teenage boy? Why couldn't I just turn my head and kiss her? Right there in front of everybody? I can tell you why, cause I'm a pussy, that's why.
Fuck it. I'll just watch this stupid movie. Oh, she moved her hand. Why? Oh, ok it's back now. I put my hands on my temples. What the hell is wrong with me?
Buffy's POV
"You okay Faith?" She was rubbing her head like she had a headache. I took my hand from her leg. I wondered if I was making her uncomfortable.
She looked down at her lap for a moment. Then she turned to me, "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered.
She didn't sound fine. What was wrong with her? I shouldn't have touched her leg. I lowered my head, "I'm sorry," I whispered back.
She didn't say anything for a moment, but then she looked kinda scared. "No. I…it's not you. I…oh, crap I don't know." She's cute when she's flustered.
I felt her hands move under the blanket and the next thing I knew, she had placed hers on top of mine. Interlacing our fingers. She's holding my hand! I wanted to scream 'hey everybody look' but I thought better of myself. How old was I anyway? She's holding my hand. Why am I so damn excited?
Ok, I know why. I like her. Like, like her in the way that I want to get naked and rub…whoa, where did that come from? I know I must have looked like an idiot, and I was glad the lights were off. I was grinning from ear to ear. I wanted to touch more than her hand. I couldn't believe I was thinking this. How long had I been thinking this? Oh, who was I kidding? Ever since she came back is how long. I wonder if she dreams about me like I do her? Not slayer dreams, or ok there are slayers in them, but we aren't slaying. We're fucking.
I cannot believe I just thought that.
"Huh?" Faith asked looking at me.
"What?" Oh shit, did I say something?
"I thought I heard you say fuck. Is everything okay?" She stopped rubbing my palm with her thumb. Don't stop that, it feels nice. Did I say fuck out loud?
"Oh, I've got a crick in my neck."
She looked a little sheepish, "do you want me to rub it?"
God yes, and other places too. I was about to say something like that. (Ok not the other places part) when I looked around the room. My freaking friends. I swear to god, I wish they would mind their own business.
Faith followed my gaze and saw them staring. Neither of us said anything.
Xander yawned, "Well. Uh, it looks like it's time for us to go."
"What? You're not staying?" I asked. I so did not care. Leave, all of you.
"Oh no," Anya said, "but we'll be back in the morning. We have to try our new costumes out tonight."
Good lord. Willow and Tara just rolled their eyes.
"What costumes?" Faith asked, innocently. Poor girl.
"We have new costumes. For Christmas. Xander's even has a red nose and antlers. Plus I've got a bullwhip. You know I can be a sexy Santa Claus. I'm going to ride…"
Xander put his hand over Anya's mouth. "That's enough, honey." He kept his hand there and looked at Faith. "I'm sorry. Sometimes she doesn't get that others don't want to know about things like that. We should've warned you."
He had removed his hand, "Oh shut up Xander," Anya said. Hehe, Xander is going to be a reindeer. That's kinda funny. And kinda gross. Anya looked at Faith, "I'm sure she doesn't mind do you?"
Faith was staring at them with a weird mixture of horror and fascination.
"Yes," Willow said, getting up and stretching, "Xander and Anya's sex life scares all of us."
"Hey," Anya said, "I'm sure Faith thinks it's nice. She is the kinky type. Right?" What? Why does Anya think she knows that? She must have noticed an expression on my face. "Oh, don't get upset Buffy. I haven't had sex with Faith. I'm just saying that she would probably like to play a game like Xander and I play. Of course, it would have to be with you." Huh? Ok, back into kill Anya mode. She looked at Xander, "Which one of them do you think would be the reindeer? I vote for Faith. Buffy's gotta mean streak in her. She'd probably like our whip."
Gonna kill her now. I got up from the couch. Faith grabbed my arm.
Tara stood and ushered them out the door, "Well guys. Time to go home."
"Yep," Willow said helping her.
Nope, girls get out of my way. As soon as Faith takes her hand off of me, Anya's toast.
Xander opened the door, pushing Anya outside, "Well, we should go before…oh hell, we should just go," he said smiling. Why are they all smiling? Mmm, Faith was holding my arm. Her hands were so soft.
Willow and Tara stood at the door and said goodbye. Thank god they're gone, I thought.
Xander poked his head back in the door at the last minute, "Hey, Buff. I'll bring the Santa Claus hat over tomorrow, see if you like it?"
Haha! Fucking comedian. I'm so glad they think this is funny. I lunged at the door. I would kill someone tonight.
Faith pulled me back. I turned to her. She was smiling. "Just let it go, B."
I pouted. "They're being mean."
She leaned up, and whispered in my ear, "We'll get 'em back tomorrow." She said smiling. God, did I mention I loved her smile. I want her to smile all of the time. I would wear a Santa hat if it made her smile.
Willow and Tara came back in. "Well we're going to bed. Good Night, girls," Willow said giggling. Bite me witches.
I turned back to look at Faith. Good night? Where was she going to sleep? Where was I going to sleep? I wanted to sleep with Faith. What do I do?
She was staring at the ground. "So, I'll just take the couch then."
"No!"
She looked up at me. "Huh?"
"I mean, no. You can't sleep on the couch. It's hard." Smooth, Buffy.
"Come on. I'll get you something to sleep in," I said pulling her up the stairs. "You can take my bed. I can sleep with Dawn." I didn't want to sleep with Dawn.
"I can't take your bed," she said, hesitating.
Yes you can! You can take my bed. You can take me on my bed. You can… "You can. I don't mind."
She followed me up the stairs. I stopped at Dawn's room. "Let me just tell Dawn to scoot over," I said opening the door.
I was hit by a flying pillow as soon as I opened, "No way Buffy." Dawn yelled. "You are not sleeping in here." Why is she so freakin difficult?
"Yes I am Dawn," I tried being stern.
"No!" She said, getting up and trying to shut the door. "You are too touchy feely. I can't stand to wake up and have your legs on top of me. I want to sleep. I'm tired. You can sleep with Faith. She doesn't mind, do you Faith?"
Faith shook her head, "No. It's your bed, B. I don't mind." Oh, she's blushing again.
Dawn went to shut her door. I turned to go to my room and Faith followed, "Oh and Faith, don't worry, Buffy doesn't bite. Much." She said, giggling and closing the door.
I stopped outside my room. Fuck. Why was everyone begging for me to kill them tonight?
Faith was standing behind me. "Seems like we are the objects of immense amusement tonight, huh?"
"Oh, forget them. I'm tired. Let's just go to bed." I opened my door and went inside. I could feel her following me. Ok this is not going to be hard. You just have to sleep in bed with her.
I've got to sleep with her! Fuck! What am I going to do? There is no way I'll be sleeping tonight. Oh, she's talking to me.
"…sleep nude," she said.
Did she just say she slept nude? Hell. This was going to be a long night.
Faith's POV
Why was she looking at me like I was speaking Greek?
"You sleep nude?" She asked. What????
I looked at her for a moment, "Umm, if you want, I guess." She wants me to sleep naked? Ok. I can do that.
"No…" Crap. "I mean, isn't that what you just said?"
Huh?!? When did I say I sleep naked? Ok I do usually, but I didn't say that. Oh yeah. "No, B, I said I could sleep till noon."
She scrunched up her forehead. Oh, look, she seemed disappointed. Should I sleep nude? She shook her head. "Here let me get you something to wear," she finally got out. She walked over to her dresser and began pulling things out of the drawers. What the hell is she doing?
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Looking for something for you to wear. To sleep in." Oh god, don't let it be the cow pajamas. B or no B, I'm going home if I have to wear those things.
"Hey," I said, grabbing her arm which was busy flinging a bikini out of her drawer, "I can just sleep in a T-shirt if it's cool?"
"Umm sure, let me get you one." Now she's gonna rummage in her closet. Jesus, we were never going to bed, were we?
"Here you go." She said handing me a pink tee that I couldn't have worn when I was 6.
I looked at the front of it. 'Kiss me.' Oh fuck it. I started to get undressed. I had my top off, and Buffy was staring at me.
"Right. I'm just gonna go get ready for bed. I'll be back in a minute."
Ok. I pulled the top over my head. Holy shit this thing was tight. See this was why I slept in the buff. Oh a pun! Hey Buff, wanna sleep in the buff? I take my pants off, and then pull them right back on. Fuck.
"Faith why aren't you ready for bed?" Holy shit! I thought she slept in flannel pajamas. There was nothing flannel or pajama about that tank top. Was she wearing thongs? I felt dizzy.
"Faith, are you okay?"
"Umm, yeah B. I think I'm just gonna go home."
"What? Why?!? You can't go home." She crossed the room and came over to me, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Oh shit. "I…umm…well, see…" shit, Faith, spit it out, "I don't have any panties." I rushed out.
Whoa, now her face was the color of my teenie top. "Oh?"
"I mean…I don't normally wear underwear. I…" She does have a thong on. Focus. "I would have…had I known. But you know? So I didn't. Yeah. So, I'm just gonna go."
She was staring at me. I'm a freak, I know. She walked past me and reached in a drawer. Nope, B can't wear your panties. Don't want to freak you out. "Here," she said, handing me some shorts. "I don't mind."
I took the garment and held them up. Ok, I think these will do. "Thanks," I muttered. So, she was just standing there staring at me. Sure. Whatever, I thought, taking off my jeans.
She watched me the whole time. It sounds kinda creepy, but it wasn't. I pulled the shorts on and followed her to the bed. These were tight. My shirt was tight. How the hell am I going to sleep? Tight clothes and a half-naked B beside me. "Which side?" I asked.
She sat down on the bed and looked up at me. "Faith…" she started.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna be here?"
Was she joking? I had wanted to get into this bed since the first time I saw it. Preferably with her in it as well. I decided not say that. "Of course B," I told her.
"I mean, it just seems like you…I don't know. Like you don't want to be here or something."
I moved closer to her. God I wanted to kiss her. Fuck it.
"Come on, let's go to bed." I told her climbing in. I patted the side next to me.
She hesitated for a moment. She had this intent frown on her face, like she was contemplating something. Finally she decided to get in bed. I was lying on the side she was standing near, so I thought she would just walk around. She didn't.
She crawled over me. On her knees. I was sitting up. Remember she had a thong on? I am so proud of my self-control. But she better hurry up, cause I wasn't a saint. Whoa, what was she doing?
At the last minute, she moved and straddled my legs. Sitting down on my thighs, she turned and faced me, "I'm glad you're here."
Breathe Faith. Don't put your hands on her thighs! Ok, go ahead and put your hands on her thighs. "Me too."
She was looking down. Between us. She was sitting on her knees, just above my lap. Don't get up. She made the move to scoot over to her side of the bed, but I stopped her. "Wait."
"What?" she whispered, still sitting there.
I didn't say anything. I moved my hands from her legs to her hair. I brushed it out of her face. She was looking me in the eyes and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I leaned in and kissed her. Soft. Chaste, even. Hey, I can be chaste. I went to pull away and I felt her arms circle around my back. She was pulling herself closer to me. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue inside mine. Oh god. I can die now. Kissing her, I could die. I rolled my tongue around hers. She tasted like strawberries. I pulled her tighter to me. I could feel her breathing. Her breasts pressed against mine. She pressed herself down into my lap. God, I forgot she had a thong on. She was sitting on my naked thighs now. I could feel her. Jesus, she was…
She pulled back, "Oh my god," she breathed, rising up a little. She pressed her forehead to mine. "I've been wanting to do that all night."
Really? "Really?"
"Yeah."
I leaned up and kissed her again. A quick peck on the lips. "Me too." I said. "Actually, I've been wanting to do that a lot longer than all night."
"Me too." She looked at me for a moment. "I guess we should umm…go to sleep, huh?"
What? Go to sleep? Was that what we were supposed to do now? Cause I was thinking more along the lines of rubbing our naked bodies together and then…well, you get the picture.
She still hadn't moved from my lap though. I was breathing heavy. I ran my hands up and down her legs. She was still looking at me, her hands behind my back. "Is that what you wanna do?" I asked her.
"God, no," she said, leaning forward again.
I fell back on the bed. Her on top of me. She was kissing me harder now. We were fighting for dominance. She was still straddling my legs. Holy shit, this was turning me on, and turning out to be a damn good Christmas after all.