Title: Maybe, Just Maybe
Disclaimer: Please don't; purely for entertainment, creators of 'Buffy'. Characters I created are mine. So steal my idea, or 'borrow' without my permission, and I will be the one to sue.
Pairings:Buffy/Faith
Note:Around Season 3, before 'Bad Girls,' and just so you know, I'm rough on my viewings of S3 so if I get things wrong please let me know. I know I've said this before, but I'm not sure if 'Bad Girls' will eventually happen. Not sure yet. We'll see.
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Warnings: Potential adult situations between two consenting females. So if you do not agree, DON'T READ. You've been warned. Complain, and I will not be pleased
Rating: R for potential adult scenes and language.


Chapter 2

I tried not to think about regurgitating the contents of my stomach as I dizzily made my way to the dance floor with a beer in one hand and Faith's hand in the other. I began swaying my hips to the heavy bass of the thumping music, travelling down every single nerve I possessed in my body. The music had me, the alcohol had me even more. But most of all, Faith had me, and that was the biggest intoxication of all.

I tipped my head back as I pressed the cool bottle to my lips and felt the liquid travel down onto my tongue, down my throat, down my neck. As cool as it was, it added to the intense inebriation I was feeling at that moment in time. My head had decided that summersaults were the way to go and the strobe lights decided that faster was indeed better.

I set the bottle down on the side and turned back to Faith, who seemed as inebriated as I did. I closed my eyes and continued moving to the music, dirty dancing into the arms of Faith, and her body. Once again I was in a mini skirt and knee high boots, with a simple cami top. Faith was wearing a black and purple leather bustier with black leather pants and her body glistened at the heat and the humidity in the club. I took her hips in my hands, and she turned her back to me and started dancing into my lap, taking me further and further down, grinding into my every move. And I wanted so much to run my hands along every curve of her body, along the flat of her stomach, along every muscle, every single inch of flesh. I could see the hair clinging to the back of her neck and I wanted to pull it back off her neck and replace it with kisses. I couldn't take her dancing like this into me anymore. She had no idea what she was doing to me. Give it a couple and I would climax right there on the spot. She turned to face me, her lips so close to mine she was literally breathing into my mouth. The speed at which she'd turned around caused her hair to cling to her neck and face even more than it did before. She flashed a shit-eating grin at me, and I flashed one straight back. She took both my hands in hers and moved back a little from me. 'Havin' a good time?' she asked me as we swayed rhythmically to the music.

I nodded. 'I haven't felt this good in ages,' I told her as she danced. She moved in close to me, placing a leg in between mine, and I placed a leg in between hers, and we continued our rhythmic roll against each other as before, only now she was beginning to grind into my soft spot, and I could feel every nerve in my body beginning to tingle, but more than central she had awakened the most sensuous nerve in my body and as she wrapped arms around my neck, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and looked down at how close we were. 'You really hot right now?' she said straight into my ear, her lips touching it ever so slightly and I let a moan pass my lips. She pulled back and smiled.

'Burning…up…' I said, and Faith chuckled and pulled me away from the dance floor.

Somehow, without me knowing it, we made it into the bathroom, and she was pressing one of my hands to her bare chest, right above her almost bare breasts. 'Feel how fuckin' hot I am right now,' she said before heading for the sink and shoving the cold water tap right up. I stood back a moment, shocked at what she had just done with my hand, and then joined her side. She picked up a handful of water and splashed it down her top, and shrieked before looking at me in the mirror and pressing the cold water tap right down again. She looked into the sink then turned her head round and drenched her hair in the water, and I simply stood back and watched as she drenched herself in this ice cold water. Once done, she looked in the mirror and ran her fingers back through her shoulder length hair, that now clung to her neck with it's every drop of water aiding it.

'Aw, what the hell,' I said, before doing the same, only just with my hair. I figured it would drip down onto me anyway and cool me down. She laughed as I threw my head back and my hair followed, and my lip hung as I looked up at myself in the mirror.

'Wow,' she said, chuckling as she did. 'That was hot,' she said quickly, before moving her fingers through my hair and then kissing me briefly on the forehead. 'C'mon.' She grabbed my hand and before I knew it we were back out in the centre of the dance floor, and this time she was dipping it low on me, letting me see every bit of flesh down her top, watching every inch of skin as she went down, and as she came back up, she looked into my eyes, and all I could see was lust.

I can't have been that inebriated because I remember exactly what her eyes were telling me. Lust. She was definitely hungry and horny. As if her daily dosage of patrolling had had her needing a lay right now, so much to the point where she was about to get off on me.

I wish.

I guessed as much.

I woke up next to the toilet bowl in her motel room, and her showering a few metres away from me. I frowned and groaned and immediately heaved, and watched the pretty mixture of colours ejecting themselves into the ceramic bowl. I moaned and sat back against the wall after having pulled the flush on the toilet. 'I feel like shit,' I said, following the squeaking of the taps turning to "off." Faith pulled down a towel from the top of the shower and wrapped herself in it, then stepped out, and flashed a smile at me.

'I figured.'

I sighed and rose from the cold shiny tiled floor. 'You feel it too?'

She shook her head as she walked through to the bedroom. 'I didn't drink so much.'

I turned the sink tap to "on" and washed my mouth and face off, and then looked up at myself. I didn't look that bad. Just...bad enough.

'Don't wanna be late for school, B,' Faith said to me from the other room, as if making fun of the fact that I was still IN high school. I stuck my middle finger out of the door and heard a laugh following that. 'Aw…hangover not doin' ya much good, girlfriend?'

The "girlfriend" remark. I think that was the one word of Faith Vocabulary that she thought I wasn't uncomfortable with. I was. But at the same time, I liked the sound of it. Especially seeing as it was directed at me.

'Hurry along now, don't wanna be late, do you?' she continued and I heard her slamming a draw shut.

'Fuck off,' I said to her before heaving again and bending down to the toilet. 'I feel like fucking shit…' I moaned after having spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet for the second time this morning.

'Shouldn't drink so much, eh,' she said as she re-entered the bathroom. I washed out my mouth again and then perched on the toilet seat lid, watching her putting on some lipstick and mascara.

'You look fucking great.'

She smiled into the mirror. 'I don't drink so much.'

'You drunk more than me.'

Faith hummed and smiled briefly as she pressed her lips together and then walked back out into the bedroom.

I realised what she meant when she made that humming sound. She'd called me a lightweight before, but I didn't think she meant it. I'm sure it took as many drinks as it did for her to get drunk as it did for me. 'Cept I was just having a bad night. S'all.

'I'm not going in,' I decided as I dragged my feet along the bathroom floor, then the bedroom floor, and I slumped down back onto the bed.

She cooed as she watched me move back to the bed, if that's where I had been before. I couldn't remember anymore.

- - -

'Assonance…a device in which the vowel sounds are repeated. Keats particularly takes advantage of synaethesia…'

I think my head was so heavy that it made a dent in the desk. I lay with my head sideways on the table, my arms hanging down off the desk. Sleep was the only appealing treat I wanted right now.

'Buffy?' came a gentle voice from beside me.

I sat up a moment, opening only one eye as not to let sunlight affect me.

'Are you hungover?' Willow asked gently, whispering as not to draw attention to the fact that she was talking.

I frowned and plonked my head back down on the table. 'Tired. Sleep depravation.'

'Were you at the Bronze last night? With Faith?' she asked again, nudging me on the head lightly.

I sat up once again and looked at her with a blank expression. 'With all due respect, Will, I have a headache. And if you touch my head again more than likely it's gonna spontaneously combust, either that or haemorrhage, I'm not sure which one's more pleasant. So please…' I put my head back on the table and shut my eyes.

Will frowned and leant her chin in her hand, and fiddled with a pencil in the other. 'Was it fun?'

I sighed. 'Great.' I would've said she should join us sometime but I kinda liked it being just me and Faith. I could let myself go almost completely when dancing with Faith and I wasn't sure Will would agree with that.

'It's just…I saw ya there and you looked kind of…drunk,' she whispered.

I mumbled something, I can't remember what, it probably didn't even mean anything.

'Did you go patrolling last night too?'

I would've nodded but my head was the wrong way round.

'Buffy?' Willow asked gently, and I sat up, huffing at the same time, looking at her as if I had seriously just had my head under a pillow for the last one hundred years.

'Yeah, I did. I patrolled. I kicked ass. I drunk, I danced, and I was hot!!!' I smiled briefly at her, my eyes half open, and then let my head back on the desk. 'And Faith was hot too.'

That's when I swear Willow had burned her eyes into me.

'You guys looked like you were really getting into it last night,' she continued. I mumbled once more.

'I'm telling Xander.'

I mumbled, 'Telling Xander what?'

She hummed a little. 'Oh, just that you guys got all touchy feely and stripped in the middle of the club, danced practically up against each other and made out in front of everyone whilst having buckets of water tipped over you.' She paused. 'Oh, then…you went and threw up, I'm guessing as a result of the drinking.'

By the end of that speech I had lifted my head back up and was now looking at her with eyes as if to say, "I so did not."

She nodded with wide eyes. 'I didn't.'

Willow made a funny little busted face. 'Not the stripping part, no.'

I frowned. 'Or the making out part.'

She chuckled. 'So, you did all the other stuff, then?' for some reason she seemed pretty excited.

I paused. Busted. 'He's not gonna let it go if you tell him.'

'That's the point.'

I frowned. 'Okay, Will. I woke up this morning to a toilet full of throw up, which by the way was mine. I feel as if my head is about to blow up and my stomach about to jump out of my throat and I don't think I slept at all last night. Why are you pestering me on the worst morning of my young teenage life?'

She smiled. 'I wanna know what it was like.'

I looked at Willow a second, furrowing my eyebrows, wondering what could possibly interest her. Did she have a crush on Faith?

- - -

'I know you must feel all wonderful already with the Slayer gig thing, but what's it feel like having all those eyes pointing at you?' she asked as I sat in a cold, hard wooden chair and my stomach rumbled.

'Well, I don't know. It's just dancing. Having fun, letting go, you know?'

She smiled and pulled her legs up onto the desk she was sitting on. 'Yeah, but when you're all dancing and stuff, how do you even do all that?'

I shrugged. 'I dunno.'

'I wanna do it,' she said. Bless her, she was adorable. So innocent, I don't know what interested her when it came to Faith and I. Dancing. In a club.

'Will,it's-'

'Hey, bitches, what's up?' came a husky voice from the other end of the library. Faith. I envied her for being so good at cleaning up the day after a night out. 'Hey, Little Miss Lightweight,' she said, perching next to me, chewing on a stick of gum. She flashed a grin across at Will and licked over her lips fast.

I scoffed quietly as I rolled my eyes, and regretted doing it straight after. 'Stop calling me that.'

Faith sat back in her seat and put her feet up on the table. 'Guess who got all kinks, naughty and horny last night?'

'I was there,' she replied, running her fingers along the gold stand of the table lamp.

Faith sat up slightly. 'Really?' she said, her voice employing an intrigued tone.

She nodded. 'Minus the drinks, the kinks and the hungry and horny attitude.'

'You forgot naughty,' I said quickly before leaning my head in my hand.

Faith laughed and Willow giggled as Giles stepped in and the sound of his heels clicking on the floor could be heard from the other end of the library. 'Oh, hello,' he said, briefly looking up from the book he was reading.

'Did you hear-'

'No,' I interrupted Will quickly, my eyes closed, my head still in my hands. Faith smiled a little.

'Hear what?' Giles said, seeming more interested in his book than the three girls.

'Nothing,' I told him quickly.

He approached us and sat down in the empty chair. 'Buffy, how was patrolling last night?'

Faith smirked and nudged me a little and I sat up a little. 'Oh. Erm. The usual. Vamps. Grr, argh. Stake, Poof. Done about five or so of them.'

'Nothing came up about the Jordipe?' he asked, looking directly at me. Since Faith wasn't talking, she decided to play with the bracelet on my hand instead.

I shook my head. 'Should there have been?'

Giles sucked in a breath and looked down at his small brown book. 'Well I've been reading more about…this hooded messenger and it seems I may have misjudged its powers.'

'Oh?' I asked, not particularly interested in it at all. I watched Faith playing with my bracelet, then glanced at Willow, who was grinning at us. I frowned momentarily at her everlasting excitement for us. I mean me. I mean Faith. God, I don't know what I mean.

Giles hummed a yes. 'It seems that he carries just a bit more than information…'

He slid the book onto the table and it landed in front of Willow, who picked it up and began reading. 'Jordipe. The Hooded Being. Sometimes identified as the "red messenger" sent to slayers to deliver important messages. However, can be anything from a word of note to watch out for the next enemy or a message of apo…' Willow looked up at Giles, frowning slightly.

'Finish that word,' I dared her, through clenched teeth.

She sighed. 'I think you know what I was gonna say.' She looked up at Giles. 'What does it mean?'

Giles sighed. 'Well Buffy, you said that in your dream it reached out and grabbed your throat, yes?'

I nodded.

'Read on, Willow,' Giles instructed and she did so.

'De-de-de…'she muttered to herself as she read through irrelevant information. 'Oh. The Jordipe can also be the cause of apocalypse, through being able to predict the future, he has the power to manipulate the future, thus changing it for the benefit of himself. The Jordipe is not necessarily harmful, unless if his powers are misused to manipulate time and events which- why didn't you ever tell me you had this dream?' Willow asked, stopping mid-sentence.

Faith scoffed and sat back in her chair once more.

I was a little surprised at how she managed to change the subject in a sheer couple of words. I shrugged. 'I-I only told Giles, and…Faith, I only knew about it since a couple of days ago.'

She nodded a little. 'So when were you gonna tell me about it?'

'Well I didn't think I'd need to. I didn't realise that they were some sort of apocalypse catalyst…Giles, what should we do?'

'I'm not sure,' he pondered, whilst cleaning his glasses.

Faith's eyes widened and then she began laughing. I frowned and glanced at Will, then at Giles, who possessed the identical expression of confusion. 'Well I guess Faith's got her answer all worked out…laugh…it off…' I said, frowning a little. She continued, bending over in laughter.

She sat back a few moments later. 'I get it now…' she said through laughs.

I shook my head a little, looking at her. 'Get what?'

Her laughing began to die down and she cleared her throat. 'Remember I though Giles had a little problem with his-'

I stopped her. 'Yeah, okay, I guess that's enough now, Faithy,' I said, placing a hand on her arm. I looked at Giles and smiled a little. 'Sore pipe.' He nodded, with his mouth ajar, then frowned in mid way of replacing his glasses on his face.

Willow pushed the book back to Giles. 'So what about this?'

I shrugged. 'How do you kill it?'

He shook his head. 'It's not necessarily that we need to kill it. The Jordipe can be of extreme use to the Slayer and can carry certain messages that cannot be received from any other people.'

'So how come I never got this dream?'

'Er, the Jordipe can only visit one Slayer at a time, meaning that until you die, Buffy, it cannot visit you, Faith. Or any other potential slayer.'

I sighed out a long breath. 'Oh.'

'Which means you need to take note of your dreams from now on. He might have useful information. On the other hand…he could just be warning us of a potential apocalypse…'

'Damn right, there's going to be an apocalypse if someone doesn't find me a Keats text,' Cordelia said as she approached us. Giles got up and hurried up the stairs, muttering something to himself as he went. If I didn't think any better of him I would think he was saying something like "selfish bitch" or "slutty freak" or…

'Buffy I heard you got all down and dirty last night at the Bronze is that true?' she continued, stepping in closer to us.

I glanced at Will, then at Faith who… 'Yeah, she was with me, all the way, down dirty, kinks and no vanilla, nasty and naughty all night long…' Faith said, keeping her eyes on Cordelia the entire time, who had frowned and taken a step back.

'Oh…right.' Giles registered the book then handed it to Cordelia whose eyes had been darted back and forth myself and Faith as if they were on a sideways yoyo. 'I guess I'll see you, later…' She left without uttering another preppy word.

'What do you girls get up to?' Will pondered and I swear if her smile grew anymore it'd be a complete circle on her face. 'All kinks and no vanilla? All nasty and naughty, d-does this happen, all the time? Like after slayage, cos Buffy's told me how you get after, after slayage and it seems like-'

'Alright, next time you can answer the question,' Faith said quietly into my ear and then smiled and leant her forehead on my cheek, chuckling quietly.

'Will, I just went crazy last night. So did Faith-'

'Nah, she's just a lightweight.'

Willow smiled softly. 'What's that?'

Faith smiled and then shook her head a little. 'I think we're gonna have to get Red drunk sometime, B.'

'While we focus on the situation at hand here I think we should eliminate chat of…after…partying and de-slayage, whilst, we still can. Erm. Buffy,' Giles began and I watched him, ready to deliver a speech to me. 'Take note of your dreams from now on. Anything and everything. I'm going to continue trying to find out what I can about this demon.'

'So it IS a demon?' I asked.

He nodded as he walked back up the stairs. 'Potentially, yes.' He continued and we remained silent for a moment.

'So what does "lightweight" mean?' Willow asked again. 'Is that a…Faithy-type word, one of these things you made up?' she asked, her eyes bright and her smile all chipper.