Title: Maybe, Just Maybe
Disclaimer: Please don't; purely for entertainment, creators of 'Buffy'. The 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 3

She crossed her legs over one another as she took the small orange book into her hands and began reading. I stood at my windowsill, watching out at nothing in particular…there wasn't really much to see. A young guy riding a bike…it was almost dark. The street was pretty much deserted.

'Re-occurring dream. I saw the Jordipe reaching out to my neck. I felt no pain. I made no struggle.' She flipped a couple of pages, then made a short laughing noise. 'That's it?'

I looked over my shoulder at the brunette on my bed and shrugged quickly. 'Not much else. I don't dream much.'

Well that was a lie. Not about the slaying dreams, but about dreaming in general. Last night I had a dream I was with Faith, on a beach somewhere. We were training, like before, only this time we ended up…well let's just say sand managed to get into areas I believe are potentially very painful.

I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and ran a brush through it a good couple of times. Faith had been with me ever since school let out. We had decided not to patrol tonight, since we'd done ten nights in a row.

There she was sitting on my bed once again; sure she had a long sleeved white ribbed vest and black leather curve-hugging pants on, and a pair of black boots. She made even those look good. It sounds stupid, but I love the lingering of her scent. A mixture of so many things that sent my senses rolling into an eternal fantasy whirl. Even her voice sent shivers through my spine. The anticipation of seeing her every morning before class, working up a sweat with her.

My feelings for her were growing stronger and stronger every day. I found myself thinking of her so much that I couldn't really focus on anything else. I was gazing out of the window when I heard her shuffle around on my bed. For a moment I imagined she had just woken up after us having messed about and the only thing shielding her body from me were my own pink striped sheets.

We'd both been silent for sometime, and eventually I turned from the window and headed for my bed, though when I approached it, I saw Faith was lying sprawled out across the comforter, asleep.

I'd never seen Faith asleep before and it scared me. I didn't wanna wake her. I wanted to watch her. As soppy and stupid as it sounded, I did. Every time she inhaled, and how she barely moved for a solid block of time. This motionless figure on my bed, asleep.

I raised one knee to the comforter and leant into it as my hands pressed down further in on the mattress and I climbed upon it, as carefully as I could. All the while my eyes were focussed on her slumbering form. She was facing me; a hand beneath her face and the other on the mattress in front of her stomach. She had a peaceful expression upon her face, and seemed as if she was in a nice place. I imagined she was.

A part of me wished that I was there with her. But the rest of me wanted to stay right here, before her, just watching her…I could watch her forever.

I lay down, almost mirroring her position, and still, focussed my gaze upon her form. She grew more beautiful everyday.

And at that moment I have to say I could not even begin to comprehend how the words slipped out of my mouth. 'I wanna love you.' My words were quickly lost by the fact that they were whispered, and I felt the cold breeze of my exhalation across my lips as I uttered those few words.

My hand reached out, hesitant at first, wavering. Although I eventually moved a hand to her cheek, and let my first three fingers trace along it for an extended second, before pulling my hand away, as if I had been caught, as if someone had seen me.

'I really do…' I continued, my voice a little more stressed this time. I felt my eyebrows furrowing a little as I watched her with departed lips. I exhaled through my mouth, and then licked over my bottom lip quickly.

It was only then that I questioned my feelings for Faith. How much did I feel for her? Did I love her?

I think I must've spent hours thinking about it, or at least what seemed like hours.

Though I awoke to the sound of someone shuffling around in my room. I drew in a quick breath and sat up slightly, propping my bed-ridden body up with an elbow. It was almost pitch black in the room, except for the light from an outside street lamp shining in, coupled with the moon shining a pastel blue through the windows.

The figure across the room looked over at me, at smiled softly, and it touched me; awoke butterflies in my stomach. 'Hey, you.'

I was slightly surprised at her choice of words. Hey me?

I moaned a little before yawning. 'What time is it?' I asked as I watched her sitting on the chair at my desk.

She glanced at the clock on my nightstand and so did I. 'Twelve. I should get going.'

I wanted to say "no," wanted to invite her to stay. And I think something in me held me back. What…my own fear.

'It's Saturday tomorrow, right?' I asked quickly, breathily. Some hint of my voice said that I was still sleep-induced.

Faith nodded as she grabbed her slung coat off the back of the chair. 'Why? What'd you have in mind?'

I shrugged, feeling my hair falling over and around my shoulders. I rearranged my legs beneath me, feeling how smooth they felt, and my skirt from school displayed a fine amount of them. I felt pretty sexy, and wanted Faith to think I was too. 'Well why don't you stay? We can…'

'Stay up all night and talk about guys, paint each other's nails and eat low-fat ice cream?' I couldn't figure out whether or not she was making fun of me.

I shook my head. Not quite what the "naughty me" had in mind. 'Well we're gonna meet up tomorrow, right?' I began, pulling myself up into a sitting position. I crossed my legs and ruffled my hair up a little. I wondered if she knew what I was playing at.

'If you want.'

Hmm. Not the reply I was expecting.

'Well why don't you just stay. If it makes you feel better we don't have to paint each other's nails.'

She chuckled and I saw her eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She was so gorgeous. Even with the faintest bit of light she glowed. Every inch of her. And I couldn't take my eyes away from that. I just wish she knew. I wonder if my eyes were telling her right now. Even as I outstretched a leg in front of me and then pulled my top over my head, exposing my purple lacy bra. It made me nervous that I was indeed undressing in front of her. I tossed my top across the room onto the pile of other dirty clothes.

'We can talk about slaying, and sex and…I dunno…partying.'

She sat back in her chair and yawned. 'You know, it's not all I think about.'

I kept silent and watched her watching me. I couldn't quite catch the look in her eyes but I knew that it was something that required digging.

I saw her yawn and stretch out. 'Stay?' I asked, timidly. I didn't want it to seem like I was begging, but I really did want her here right now.

She kicked off her boots and got off the chair and climbed onto the other side of the bed, the same place she'd been in before, facing me. 'Alright.'

She pulled her top over her head to expose her black bra, then shoved down her leather pants, to reveal a pair of tight shorts.

'Do you want a shirt to sleep in?' I asked her, trying not to let my eyes fall down to her chest.

She shook her head a little. 'It's too hot.'

I nodded and smiled a little, before reaching under my pillow to retrieve a cami top. I slipped it on fast and then unpinned my bra from behind and slid it off one arm, then pulled it through the other. I kept my eyes off her the entire time, though had a feeling she was watching me as I stood up, my back to her. I pushed my skirt off my hips and watched it fall to the ground, then stepped out of it. I pulled out a pair of shorts from underneath my pillow and slid them on, slowly, tiredly.

Even as I crossed the room to my desk to brush my hair, I thought I could feel her gaze on me.

That thought disappeared when I heard her moving around on the bed, slipping underneath the covers, I think.

'I'll grab a sleeping bag,' I mused.

'Don't be stupid, getachass under here,' she objected. Smoothly I might add.

So I skiddadled my ass on over to bed and slid in, letting out a tired sigh as I outstretched my legs under the sheets. I lay back and looked up at the ceiling a moment. 'Ever get that feeling?' I heard her say, and glanced out of the corner of my eye at her, in the same position as myself, only with a hand behind her head.

'What feeling?'

'When you get in a good slay…you're itching for some vamp to show up so you can rattle and bang on 'em, give 'em a big, bad uhh?'

I cracked up a moment. 'No.'

She turned to face me and propped herself up with an elbow. 'Nuh uh, you're totally lying.'

'I am not.'

We were quiet a moment and I felt her eyes on me. 'Look at me.'

I looked at her, moving my head towards her slightly.

'Tell me you don't get majorly juiced on the power trip you get from sticking it right in. That adrenaline rush, the action…'

Perhaps I was lying before, but I definitely knew Faith felt these things, and wasn't going to deny it. 'Yeah, okay, maybe just a little.'

She chuckled. 'Good, cos I thought it was just my hormones jumping off on me.'

I frowned and looked her in the eye. 'Huh?'

She was silent a moment as we held our gaze. She looked away from me. 'I…just…it's cos you don't half look hot when you kick ass.'

I felt my stomach tighten. What do I say to that? 'No way.'

'Way.' She lay back and closed her eyes, and I watched her relax into her position. 'Do you think I pull it off?'

'Pull what off?'

'The "hotness" thing. Think I look hot fighting?' Yep, butterflies had most definitely come out to have a good ol' play.

I opened my mouth to speak, feeling immediately parched with a killer dry mouth, not to mention my lips. 'Urh…sure…' I uttered quickly, hoping I didn't sound in any way husky.

'Oh.'

I sighed and shut my eyes for a second. 'No, I mean…Faith you look amazing,' I started. 'You can make anything sexy with the right amount of leather and lipstick.'

She chuckled low in her throat. 'I don't mean slutty, I mean sexy.'

'I know.' I thought I'd leave it there.

'Do you think my leather makes me look slutty?'

Why would I complain? 'No, not at all.'

Silence.

'I'm not, you know.'

'Not what?' I asked gently, letting my eyelids slide over my eyes.

'A slut.'

I hummed a little.

'Really. I haven't been with a guy for a long time, you know.'

'Really?' I hope I didn't sound too interested. Although I wonder if that would've been a bad thing.

'Yeah,' she said, sounding somewhat resolute about that answer. 'Your friends probably think I am, no doubt Giles.'

I sighed. 'No, not at all.' I licked over my lips. 'But to give us props you do kinda suggest it-'

'Through over-exaggeration of vowel sounds, B.'

I smiled a little, listening to her comment. 'I know you're not, Faith. Although what business is it of mine to nose into your sex life.'

She didn't say anything. I wondered what was going through her mind.

'Do you really think there's gonna be an apocalypse?' she asked me quietly, sounding as if she was ready to sleep.

I sighed long and a yawn followed. 'I hope not. But…we live on a Hell mouth. If this demon isn't the bringer of the a-word then no doubt the next one will be.'

She scoffed. 'Why do they even bother? What do they even want?'

'What they all want. Power. Glory. Achievement.'

'So they couldn't just protect the whales? Teach a child?'

I chuckled. 'This coming from you.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

I shrugged. 'Nothing. Just. You're not really one for painting "mommy and daddy" or swimming with the dolphins.'

'Yeah, but I don't have to be. I already save the world. Isn't that some sort of achievement?'

I thought about it. More silence. 'Well if these bad guys didn't exist, we wouldn't need to save the world from time to time, would we?'

She made a noise. 'Guess not.' She sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled it through her mouth and shuffled a little. 'Ever think who's next?'

'Next what?'

'After me. Next Slayer.'

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling before me. 'Well. I don't particularly like the thought that there needs to be another Slayer. You're strong enough not to get dead, right?'

She yawned, and spoke at the same time. 'I like to think so, yeah.'

'Think I am?' I mused.

'What?'

'Strong?'

She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed. 'I like to think so, yeah.'