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Pt 4

Faith's POV

Buffy and I stalk quietly through a cemetery. We've hardly spoken, but it's not awkward or uncomfortable.

There's still some orange left in the overcast sky as I look up. I hate when it's like this. It's gonna rain. I look back down and turn to notice that B isn't wearing a jacket. I stop and face her.

"You're gonna get wet," I say. "Wanna get outta here?"

"Yeah," she says just as the clouds let loose above, and it begins to sprinkle.

We head toward the iron gates, hoping to get home before it starts to pour, but we don't make it. Almost instantly we feel the exchange of light drizzle for heavy droplets. God, there's even thunder and lightning. B is getting soaked. I pull her toward a crypt and struggle to hold in my own laughter. It's one of the few that are actually sealed, but we get a bit of shelter just outside. I take off my jacket and wrap it around Buffy, completely ignoring her mumbled protests, then lean against the crypt to keep my back dry. I pull her toward me and wrap my arms around her. It's gotten pretty windy now, but at least I'm wearing a sweater.

"We should wait until the lightning passes before we get out of here," I say. Doubt we're lightning proof.

Buffy nods once and lays her head on my chest. I stop breathing for a second before I sigh unevenly. She must have noticed because she looks up at me. Her face is flushed from the cold, and her perfect teeth chatter through her shivering and staring. I want to keep her warm. I want to keep her safe.

I lean down just a little, and she tips her face up. She's so pretty. I smile a little bit and raise my hand to her face, not yet touching. She closes her eyes and leans in a bit more. I could kiss her if she'd let me. I let my eyes close and move forward.

"Buffy?"

My eyes are still closed, but I know her head jerked toward him before our lips could touch. I open my eyes. He's coming out of a crypt that's actually open. I knew it was one of these. He motions us over.

Buffy disentangles herself from me and walks to him. I almost want to laugh. What is he even doing here? It was still daylight like five seconds ago. We walk into the crypt and sit on one of the raised tombs.

"We should stay here until the storm passes." Angel suggests.

"Right," B says. I just nod.

Angel takes off his duster and hands it to B. She shrugs off my jacket and hands it back to me.

"Thanks," She says. My jacket is wet, but I put it on anyway. It's cold.

After a while Angel looks outside. The rain has stopped and the sky looks clear enough that we can get home without getting caught in another downpour, or struck by lightning with all these trees everywhere. We walk out of the crypt and I turn to look at Buffy.

"Come on Buffy," Angel says, "I'll walk you home." B nods.

"Good night, Faith."

"Night, B, Angel."

"Good night, Faith," Angel says as they turn to walk away.

I head back to my motel room, take a quick shower, and hop into bed. My life sucks.

Buffy's POV

God. What was he doing there? Oh yeah, he got stuck there after fighting vampires close to dawn, and would prefer to continue being your boyfriend rather than a pile of dust. But… Why did he have to get stuck there?

I'm not exactly sure what's going on with me and Faith. But it was nice being close to her… We were cozy. Well, as cozy as two people can get when they're cold, wet, and stuck in a rainstorm.

And, she was totally gonna kiss me! Her face was way close to my face, and her lips were practically all over mine. I mean, I so didn't imagine that. Did I? And, I kind of think I'm starting to like her a little bit… maybe. Maybe, if Angel hadn't shown up…

I can't take this. I can't sleep. I think there's something wrong with me.

I throw on some clothes, Faith's jacket, some sneakers, and climb out of my window and onto the roof. I make my way down, and walk to her motel.

After knocking a few times, Faith opens the door. She looks so rumpled and sleepy… and adorable.

"What are you doing here B? Demon trouble? Just let me get changed," she says.

"Uh, no Faith. No demon trouble. Can I come in?"

"Sure." She opens the door and steps aside. I walk in and take a seat on her bed.

"What's up?" She asks. I want to cuddle into your body and sleep in your bed, I think and blush.

"Um, tonight, at the cemetery…" I pause to clear my throat. "There's something going on…between us, Faith. And, I'd like to know what that is exactly. I think that if Angel hadn't shown up when he did that maybe… I dunno…" I shake my head and smile a little at the thought of us kissing. "I mean, am I wrong? Is there something, Faith? Do you… feel stuff… for me?"

"B… I…" She takes a deep breath. "I don't… I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry."

Her eyes have dropped to the dirty carpet.

"Oh," I whisper. Not exactly what I wanted to hear. I think. Especially since I practically spelled out that I feel… stuff… for her. I stand up to make it to the door as quickly as possible, but stop directly in front of her instead.

"Just one more thing, Faith…"

"What's that, B?"

I grab her face between my hands and pull her down to me. I smash our lips together. It's nice; rough, but soft. I feel her hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to her as her mouth closes over mine. I pull away and start to laugh as I feel her tongue try to slip into my mouth. She looks at me a little confused. I smile at her.

"Do you usually kiss people you don't feel stuff for like that?" She just grins at me, then frowns for a sec before she's back to smiling.

We just stare at each other for a few seconds, then her hands are on my hips and she's picking me up; I wrap my legs around her waist. She sets me down on the bed, pulls off my wet shoes, socks, and jacket and wraps me up in her blankets. This crappy little room is really cold.

"Hey B?" She says lying down on top of the blankets.

"Yeah?"

"Do you like dogs?"

"What?"

"Dogs, do you like them?" She asks again.

"Yeah." Um…

"What's your favorite color?"

"I… Faith what's with all the random questions?"

"I just…I'd like to… I want to know everything about you. Everything you like; everything you don't."

I smile at her. She is too adorable.

"Do you mind? Do you want me to stop?"

"Not at all." I say.

Faith's POV

Um, I feel kind of stupid. I know that I had thought of all the things I wanted to say, or ask Buffy, but now I can't think of anything worth saying. I kiss her on the forehead, and bury my face in the crook of her neck. This is kind of sudden. I can't even believe that she's here… wrapped in my sheets, but she is. Why? I have no idea. And I'm not about to ask, and risk her leaving. She's here. I don't care about anything else. I… I don't even know if this is real. Maybe it's some really nice dream and I should try to have sex with her now. And if it isn't, I don't want to have to let her go.

I lean in to kiss her softly on the mouth, but she holds me to her. We kiss lightly for a while, and I'm stunned when she slowly, and almost shyly, runs the tip of her tongue over my own. Just kind of tasting and waiting. I open my mouth again and she does the same. I try to kiss her just a little deeper, and she lets me.

I push her back onto the bed, and ease myself so I'm lying half on top of her. I run my hand up her side and stop at the hem of her shirt. I pull away from kissing her, but Buffy pulls me into her again, so I slide my hand up her shirt a little and rest it on her belly. B gasps and whimpers into my mouth, so I keep touching her. I know I should stop. I'm not even sure how we got this far. I have to stop, but I don't. I'm fine. I'm ok. She's ok.

After kissing for a very long while, I can't take it anymore. I pull away from her and go to stand up when she pulls me on top of her. Her hands go up the back of my shirt. I raise myself up a bit and stop thinking about it. I unbutton her jeans and ease my hand just under the buttons only to feel her stiffen a bit.

"Faith," she whimpers. "Ugh, Faith," she says again, struggling to get me to stop and get off of her. What the fuck?

"What? I…B?" I'm confused. Buffy looks kind of confused, too. Almost like she's gonna… cry?

My stomach drops, as I struggle with my lungs. I try to stand up again, and this time she lets me.

"Faith, I… I… we can't," she says getting up and off of my bed.

"What?"

"I…Angel, and it's too soon, and we're not even sure about what's going on between us." She says. And, oh, what a lovely mind-fuck that was.

"Then what the hell are you doing here kissing me?" I whisper.

"I… I like you… a lot. More than a lot. I… want to…" She trails off.

"Then what's the problem?" I take her in my arms. She rests her head on my shoulder.

"I want a lot of things, Faith." Oh.

"Oh." I let her go, but she grabs onto my hands.

"Faith. We can't just jump into this. I like you. I do, but… I… there's more to it. Angel… and…" she trails off while putting on her wet clothes.

"No, I get it. It's fine." I go to my drawer and pick out some clothes to give her. She's going to get wet again, but I don't care. At least she won't be as cold. "You should put these on, B."

"Thanks," she says taking my clothing and walking into the restroom to put it on.

"You're welcome." I say to her back.

Buffy's POV

God. Oh god, oh god, oh god oh god. I just wanted to find out… if I… if we…she. I… god. She's so… And she kisses so slowly. So perfectly. I can't believe we just… Her mouth is so soft and warm. She's so warm. And I love her toothpaste. And her hands…

God, she doesn't weigh much more than I do, but she feels… good… not crushing, but comforting and… And it's raining again…

I have to go home.

Faith's POV

"Faith." She says as she steps out of the bathroom, but I stop her.

"It's late B. Go home."

B puts on my jacket and gives me a hug. Just before she walks out the door she says, "I'll take care of it, Faith. Then we can see where we're going. I promise."