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 4
Listening to the sound of my own breath gave me a comforting feeling. I was still alive. Gradually my senses began noticing my surroundings. First my sense of smell. I could still smell the lingering scent of her. From last night. From all those times she'd been here and her scent just stayed in this room. With me.
Next my sense of touch. The breeze drifting in through my window. Although I had no recollection of opening a window I soon realised how soothing the cool breeze was against my warm skin.
Sight. I blinked my eyes open and shut a good few times before properly focussing on the daylight-stimulated objects around me. The clock on my nightstand. The time. I couldn't take it in. I didn't need to. It was day. So it was day. Not like I was trying to catch the summer sales. I noticed a pair of boots across the room and quickly remembered they were Faith's, from yesterday.
It didn't occur to me she wasn't still in bed until I sat up and noticed a large space beside me. Maybe she went to the bathroom.
Even so.
I slid to the foot of the bed and stepped out, the covers slightly tangled with my legs, although I quickly straightened that out and threw the cover back onto the bed, fairly neatly.
Once again my sense of sound gave me the ability to listen to my feet padding along my carpeted floor. The creaking of my bedroom door as I pulled it towards me and exited the room.
I ran my fingers back through my hair as I sighed and watched my step…literally as I jogged down stairs. I followed the walls round to the kitchen, aiming for a strong cup of coffee or at least tea. Something refreshing.
I pulled the fridge door to, checking that there were contents, and sighed disappointedly upon finding none. I wasn't hungry anyway.
I quickly brewed some coffee and poured a cup-full for myself. I decided to go get the paper and maybe pretend to be sophisticated and read through it. Although when I stepped out of the back door to go round to get it, I saw her.
Training.
Was that some form of tai…chi?
I leant back against the doorframe with a cup of coffee in my hand and the other folded underneath my engaged arm. A contented smile took control of my lips and I squinted my eyes a little from the beaming sun.
Each move she made seemed immaculately timed and gorgeously perfect. She stepped into her positions so wonderfully, taking every step as if it were a routine she'd practiced since birth.
Something about the way she focussed, the concentration on her face told me that determination was fuelling inside her. And in no way would it disappear. She outstretched an arm in front of her, and for some reason I felt as if I could feel that energy flowing through that hand. Even the way she dragged it back sent a jolt through me.
She was so perfect and in her eyes believed that her special talent was something that singled her out. Made her unwanted.
But her eyes told me a different story than her mouth. Her eyes told me a story of…pure mentality. Possessing the power to channel your emotions through every single movement you physically made. How, focussing your mental energy could create physical power, strength. And now in her eyes, as I watched their stillness, and that one-hundred per cent focus on the task at hand, I could see something I think I had never seen before.
A different kind of strength. Something I could not begin to understand, and try to possess. Perhaps you had to have been to that special place to know.
A let out a self-satisfied chuckle as I brought the mug to my lips and I could tell immediately I had startled her. She pressed a hand to her chest briefly followed by a shit-eating grin swiping across her lips, just for a prolonged moment. Then it became a warm smile. 'I didn't wanna wake you,' she began, letting both arms to her sides, and approaching me with a muted and hidden anxiety.
I nodded my head. 'Thanks.' She stood a few feet before me and I took another sip of my coffee. 'That's quite some thing you have going there…it seems pretty cool. Giles never told me you-'
'I took a yoga and tai chi class. Just one. Figured it might help channel some anger, release more strength.' I told you.
She pulled her hair out of the messy bun it had been in and pulled it back into a neater ponytail as she stepped inside, and headed for the stairs. I followed closely behind as her destination became a solid mission. 'The tutor was all about aligning yourself with natural elements and the closest I have is earth. So I decided to train out in the yard, where grass is. Listen to some birds.'
I raised my eyebrows as we trekked up the stairs and towards the bathroom.
'He said that focussing was the key to handling the exercise and noise pollution wouldn't help. But when you know what your object is – in our case to slay vamps and fight nasty evil stuff – it's pretty easy to block out all the things going on around you.' She swallowed and pulled her top up above her head as she continued, and I timidly perched upon the toilet seat.
'The thing is he did tend to talk a whole load of crap, going on about meditation this and that. So it got to the point where I realised I didn't need fifteen sessions to learn how to focus and channel energy. For Christ's sake I already know how to slay a vamp. But I figured…finding a way to channel this extra energy that I always seem to have, finding a way to keep it and use for future use could mean a bigger, better and hotter slayer.' By this time she had stripped down to her underwear, having taken off a pair of joggers she had borrowed from my draw, I'm guessing, this morning, when I was still asleep.
My eyes could not help but stray, exploring her body. First her hips, as they became exposed inch by inch by her slowly pushing down the joggers.
The clenching of her leg muscles as she lifted one off the ground; her arms…the intense creamy almost-toffee complexion beginning to bronze from a wonderful tan. Her stomach, how perfectly toned it was and how it didn't move when she respired.
Oh. It wasn't that I wasn't listening, I just…'Definitely hotter,' I muttered before drinking the remainder of my coffee.
'What?' she asked as she stepped in front of the mirror and checked for pimples (I'm guessing).
My stomach clenched for a brief moment. 'Have you been working out more than you usually do? You look pretty buff. And for all the junk you eat-'
'Ey just because I don't eat fat-free salad everyday it doesn't mean my food isn't nutritious.' She pulled her hair out of its tie-back and used her fingers to push it up to her wrist.
'Yeah. Okay. I think the tai chi's really getting to your head.'
I believe my dreams came true as I watched her push her small black shorts off her hips followed by her un-strapping her matching black bra and dropping it to the floor, as if it were nothing. She turned to the shower and switched it on, and stepped inside it, slid the door shut.
This is me…dumbfounded.
'No it's not. I tell you what all that sexual energy and no way to get rid of it…well…yeah…no way to share it was getting me frustrated. You know how hot I get, girlfriend. It's all the same for you and you know it.'
I don't think I'd moved my eyeballs since seeing her strip down to nothing right before me. Comfortable, or what.
'Hey B?' her voice came from inside the shower, slightly drowned out by the water beating down into the shower toughly.
I shook myself up a little and swallowed. 'Urm, sorry?'
I heard her scoff. 'When are you gonna get this, B? You know how intense the life of a Slayer is.'
I don't believe I'd listened to a word of what she had just said. 'I'm sorry?' I said after a long silence, figuring she must've just said something, which she had.
'When I finally thought you were beginning to get it…'
'Get what?'
'You heard what I just said.'
I frowned a little, coming to my senses now, and actually listening to her words.
'No, I er- I didn't quite catch them.'
There was silence and I think she was squidging shampoo out of the bottle. 'I said…you know how intense the life of a Slayer is.' There was more silence as my mind processed her words. She was completely right. And it was even more intense when one Slayer began to fall in love with the other.
'That adrenaline rush…' she continued, though trailed off quickly. 'Just think how much power is behind us, let alone IN us. I wanna be able to use that, you know?'
Me too. I wanted to be able to be with her and it would be the most amazing experience ever. So much power behind it, sexual energy as she had said. It's amazing me that I am finally realising this. But it still astounds me how I hide it so much from her. Perhaps I shouldn't so much. I think I would give anything to have the strength to strut into that shower right now, slam her body against the cool tiling, kiss her…I think I wanted her to touch me. I could picture myself moaning against this innocuous touch, fuelled with determination, driven by passion…power. I wanted her. I know that now.
Even as her back faced me, and all I could see was a mesh of silky skin, drenched by water, cleansing her, purging her of any previous scent, and I inwardly cursed at it for doing so.
I rose from the toilet seat and headed for the door. As long as I couldn't have her, I couldn't be there with her, right at that time. It was driving me crazy. I could see her, but I couldn't touch her. And she wouldn't touch me. Because she wouldn't want to.
