to ProphecyGirl-vv, blonde101, tigris-paw, Jessamy, and Just Me, thank you so much for the reviews and suggestions..but now i have too many ideas in my head..but oh well, i'll just start writing and see where it goes...bye bye

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Buffy walks into Faith's motel room, dark slayer sleeping peacfully in her arms. Peaceful except for the few times she kept mumbling about or "aboot" as Faith would put it, that left over pizza doesn't go with grape juice, which Buffy agreed to whole heartedly. Or the time she woke up, for about three minutes, and puked all over the sidewalk, Buffy was just glad she didn't get any one her shoes.

(authors note..."now im craving pizza so bad i can hardly stand it, infact, im thinkin' pizza is whats for dinner ;..yippey")

Buffy slips Faith onto the bed, once again brushing the hair from the unconsious grils face. Buffy gazed at Faith watching her sleep, Mabye watching people sleep is a vamp thing..Angel certainly did it enough...possesive bastard..insecure possesive bastard, didn't say i love you till I was gonna sleep with him, insecure, way too much hair gell using possesive fanged bastard.." Wooh, that was liberating," Buffy mused, turning around to brood while sitting next to Faith on the springy matress. It was atleast five, mabye six more hours till dawn, as far as she could tell.

Buffy began thinking about her friends, she had no desire to hurt them, be a bit more blunt, and mabey a little more cynical around them yeah...and when I say no desire to hurt them I mean, no more then usual.

She usually has a desire to hurt Xander, on atleast every other day. Specially when she was with Angel, and wasn't in the mood to jump on his " Let's blame Buffy for falling in love..Love?... with Angel and causing him to turn into mister I-want-to-kill-all-Buff's-friends" wagon.

She musd over whether it was really love that had kept her drawn to angel, or if it was desperation for someone to understand the kind of pain she had. The lonelyness and isolation of having to grow up so fast. She had needed someone who would understand and lend comfort when she made a decision that killed somebody. Not that her friends and watcher didn't try, it's just she that she didn't the kind of comfort she had in mind coming from Giles. Buffy shuddered as her over active imagintation and new removal of the stick up her ass, filled in all the blanks of what that would have been like. " Oh god!..Really, REALLY, didn't need to go there." Buffy complains, wishing that sometimes, she could just shut her brain off, or at least put it on mute, and mabye change the channel.

Buffy got up off the bed, stretching, deciding anymore brooding and she'd have to spike her hair and call herself Angel. She looked around Faith's room, trying to find a paper and pen, she found an orange flyer for the Bronze in a waste basket and a broken in half pencil under the bed.

She wrote Faith a note.

Hey Faith, it's Buffy, anyway, I wanted to say that mabye you should lay-off drinking alone on the hellmouth. I had to carry your ass home when you passed out after I ran into you. Meet me at the Bronze later, say around..8-ish, after dark?

Buffy paused, wondering how to sign it, 'Love Buffy' just seemed a bit weird, she decided just to not sign it. She left to go home, and get some well-earned sleep.

And if you don't think it's well earned, you try carrying a drunk Faith half way across town.

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Buffy slipped into her window, deciding it would be easier then sneaking up the stairs and past her mothers room. She wonders if her friends were worried, it took a day for a someone to become a vamp. So she had went to go meet Faith, miss-my-watcher-died-and-i-lied-aboot-it-now-trust-me-cos-im-not-crazy-I'm-five'by'five. Mabye thats why Faith had been getting shit-faced, mabye her holier-than-thou friends had decided to blame Faith that she hadn't shown up. She'd have to call Willow tomorrow to clear things up...mabye not crystal clear, not wantin' to get staked anytime soon, but atleast let her know she wasn't dead. Figuretively speaking.

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Buffy walks into the Bronze, music pumping. She died two days ago, and now she was gonna have fun.

Faith danced alone, but not alone, she danced for the music, the seductive pull of the beat, throbbing, thumping, flowing like the blood through her veins. But they all danced for her, danced around her, reaching out to get a feel of the wild fire before them. A wild fire that would consume all, then leave you breathing smoke, dead like ash, as she moved her raging flames in a wirl of destruction.

Then hands, small hands, on the fiery ones hips, and a smile touching her lips, wicked and blood-red lipstick. She turned, dark hair flashing in strobe lights, smirking, she pulled the small blonde close, drawing her in, seducing her with the motion, the grind.

Hips touching, hands, knees. Faith's fingers finding Buffy's wrist and holding their hands in the air. Above their heads, she held the hand of the light slayer, the stuck up slayer, the blonde with the stick up her ass. The one everybody loved, but nobody really, really knew. Cos nobody knows her like Faith.

Cos Faith is what Buffy is, they're the same, just flip sides.

Sea blue eyes, eyes that could hold the entire ocean in them, from the warm tropical waters, to iceburgs you could claim sunk the Titanic. Changing, from their dark stoney green, to a soft, dark blue, to crystal clear baby blue. Shining like those firey little blue stars.

They lock upon the light brown, almost bronze, flawless orbs, slight specks of green mixed in, turning slightly grey when the weather's cold. Blue held brown, a gaze filled with the lust, the energy, the light of heat rising.

They dance as one, one being, pulsing with the beat, hips swaying, and bodys grinding, wherever the music took them. It was like a living, breathing thing, breathe in, sway here, breathe out, dip there. They danced for hours, time holding no meaning as they lost themselves in a sea people, waves of chaos, crushing flow, oblivious.

Then it was closing time, and Faith was leading Buffy towards the door, towards the kill, slayer till death.

The dark slayer hadn't realized there was no pulse beating under her fingers, hand still wrapped around Buffy's wrist.

She lead them the back way, almost pure darkness enveloping them as they skipped the crowd, people actually smart enough to avoid dark, creepy, alleys, where anything could be hiding.

Faith's rich voice echoing off the pavements, the brick walls of the buildings they walked between, "Wanna get some ribs after slayin' girlfriend? Cus I'm wicked sta'ved here," the dark slayers stomach rumbles loudy as though to support that stament fully.

"I don't think so Faith". Faith can almost taste honey dripping from Buffy's voice, she turns to look at the blond, slowing to a halt, a questioning gaze landing on the older slayer.

" How about," Buffy pauses, eyes looking up, lips pouting slightly, as she exaggerated thinking about her next words. Her hands reaching for Faith's as she steps closer to the dark haired girl. "We skip slaying, and have dinner now," her expression turns to a smirk as her eyes drift to Faith's tummy, " Since your so..." She looks up through her lashes at Faith, a seductive smile slowly moving her lips, " hungry.." she draws the word out slowly, knowing how the younger girl gets worked up just thinking about pummeling vampires.

Faith's eyes widen as Buffy blatantly flirts with her. She recovers quicky, slipping an arm over Buffy's shoulders she speaks, "I think you finally got yourself a plan I'll go with B."

Buffy slippes her arm around Faith's waist, hand resting on Faith's hip, thumb hooking in one of the younger girls belt loops, warm leather under her finger tips. A mellow smile slowly spreads across Buffy's face, "Yeah, I guess I do."

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