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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Rating: R


Marching…lots of marching. And pokey stick things with, all inscriptions. Latin, I think. Looks like it. Could be ancient Greek. Plenty more marching. Loads of people. No.

Hooded…beings. I see them from up above, as if I am in an aeroplane. Looks like Hell. The centre of a desert. Armies of beings marching. In one direction. They all have this pokey things.

I sat up in a hurry, my chest pounding, the loudest noise I could hear, bar my breathing. I was covered in sweat…again. I knew it was a Slayer dream, it had to be. It felt all too real.

- - -

'They're getting worse!' I said somewhat irritated into the mouthpiece, playing with the pulling string on my joggers.

Giles sighed through the telephone and I thought I could feel his frustration. I had woken him up at close to two-thirty in the morning.

He made a short groaning noise, and I think he was getting out of bed. 'How intense?'

'Worse than, like…I- It felt like I was there, I could feel the heat of the atmosphere on my skin, and I could hear the murmuring of the marching thingies. Oh, and…fire…there was fire, like…in the distance. I couldn't get down there. And I couldn't understand what they were doing.'

'What did you say they looked like?'

I winced as I raised my hand to my forehead and clenched the skin there. 'Uhm. It's difficult, I don't quite remember. But it just felt…so intense.'

'And here I was thinking you were stuck on that reoccurring dream of that Messenger.'

'Perhaps it was a message,' I thought aloud.

'Hmm, I think perhaps it was.' There was some silence and I think we were both thinking about the same thing, only in different contexts. 'If it's at all possible, contact Faith. Ask her if she's been having any dreams. I may have been wrong about the Jordipe. Perhaps he's creating pieces of a puzzle and Faith has the next piece.'

'Good deal. Only…'

'Only what?'

'What if there are others and they're having the dreams?'

He sighed. 'Then we'll have to contact the Council, see what we can do about it.'

I thought about what he had just said for an extended moment, chewing on my lower lip. 'Okay.' I drew in a long breath and sighed it out again. 'Sorry to wake you. Get some sleep. Don't think too hard. Gotta save some of that power of yours to put into practice tomorrow morning.'

'Goodnight, Buffy,' he said, I think getting irritated at my talking too much.

'Goodnight. And thanks, Giles.' I pressed the red telephone button, and then proceeded to dialling Faith's number, though paused halfway through. I hadn't spoken to her since Saturday. It was now Sunday night, no…Monday morning. I had been all awkward on the whole shower thing and I don't know if she knew that. But ninety-five per cent of me was hoping and wishing that I would get over my fear and finally speak to her about it. The five remaining per cent of me would get all stuttery and finally go mute. Damn that five per cent.

- - -

I leant against the wall as I pressed the phone to my ear and listened for the pick up. I was inwardly very happy when I heard her bed-ridden voice. 'This better be good.'

'It's me,' I replied, listening to how breathy my voice was, and a little scared that it had become all too husky for a tired voice.

'Oh, so it is good,' came her voice from down the line.

I felt my stomach begin to do gymnastics. I chuckled nervously, though I think it was well hidden that I was nervous. I drew in a loud breath of air and ran my hand up along the wall. 'Whatcha dooin'?' I asked. Just out of interest. Strictly professional. Of course. You know me.

She laughed a little. 'What do you think, B?'

If her voice wasn't so naturally husky I wouldn't be imagining these naughty things that involved me every single time. Oh…except for once.

I made a humming noise, thoughtful sound. 'Well…it's you Faith. Never can be too sure-'

'Okay, seriously, what did you call me for, B? Because I'm guessing phone sex isn't on the agenda.'

I paused. 'Oops. You got me,' I said, my voice playing the 'innocent' card.

She scoffed and I heard a shuffling noise. I would imagine her shifting about in bed. 'Well finally, B, I wondered when we would do this, you and me goin' rough and tumble!' She sounded just a little too excited for me, though some part of me told me she was joking, which I think she actually was.

There was however, the soppy, needy part of me that wanted to believe that she wasn't. 'C'mon Faith, strictly professional, remember? Not until after-hours, we agreed, remember?'

'Well if after-hours isn't now, when is it? It's two a.m, B, or close enough to. Are you seriously tellin' me you're looking for a way to de-horn yourself or is there actually some "professional" subtext to your vocabulary?'

'You mean subtext to yours,' I muttered, meaning what the hell had she just said?

She grunted and I chuckled. 'Okay, okay. I needed to ask a question.'

'Just one?' she droned out, straining on each word.

'Well kinda.' I took a breath. 'I had this dream.'

Silence. I don't think she was going to say something. Either that or she was major pissed that I had interrupted her sleep.

'Okay, so. There were these being things and all of this hellish activity that I didn't quite grasp all of. I'm sure it was a Slayer-ish type dream, or maybe I'm just over-worrying about things, but I really don't-'

'B, honey, sweetie. Is there gonna be an intermission of some sort in this?'

I sighed, my mouth still open from being cut off. 'Well, I, uh…Giles told me to call you and find out if you knew something, or had the same dream, or a different type of dream that might be a message from this Jordipe thing.' I took a breath. 'Did you?'

'But I thought they only delivered the goods to one slayer at a time. You know. A one-slayer demon?'

'Well Giles said he may have been wrong.'

'Even so. Nada.'

Silence.

'Nothing?'

'Well if you really want me to tell you what's been happening in my dreams,I-'

'It's okay, Faith,' I said softly. I imagined I sounded dreamy on her end of the phone. 'Why don't you just get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning.'

She sighed. 'Sure.'

Then all of a sudden there was a deathly silence. Not like something bad was about to happen, but like…an opportunity for me to speak.

I opened my mouth, though hesitated. 'Ever…get that…that…feeling?' I started, looking into thin air, chewing on my lower lip, furrowing my eyebrows. Nervous. So nervous.

She sighed and hummed. 'All the time, B. It's always been there. Every day.'

I frowned. Did she…know what I was talking about? 'Erm…'

'The only thing is…some things are better left…unsaid.'

There was more silence between us. I didn't realise I hadn't been breathing until I heard her voice again.

'Night, B.' her voice was soft. I had never really heard that from her before. But her voice sounded loving. Understanding. I think I was falling in love with it. I wanted to hear it some more.

'Faith?'

'Hmm?' She sounded sleepy.

I dare not say it. 'I…I…I love…'

'I love this, too. You and me. Slayers, girlfriend. It's a nice thought. We have a connection.' I listened to her voice and felt myself drifting into Buffy-land once more. Was I just about to tell her I loved her? I think I was. 'No one else can understand that, just us. It's what makes us so special. We save the world. We, rock.'

I failed to reply to anything she'd just said, until finally, after having frowned to the point where my eyebrows hit my chin, I opened my mouth to speak. 'Good night, Faith.'

I should've hung on just a little longer, waiting for her to reply to me, but instead I hung up the phone, pressing the red phone button and holding it for as long as my mind drifted. I can't believe myself right now.

I had to get out.

And I did. I walked. Walked 'til dawn. I don't even know where I went. I don't think I was paying attention. All that was going through my mind was Faith. Over and over. "I love…" Why on Earth? I was stupid. Telling her that would push her further away from me.

It was only when I realised I was approaching my house that I finally came to my senses. I strolled up the driveway, in no more than my shorts and t-shirt, and into the house through the backdoor.

It was daylight, although the streets were sound. I indolently moved my feet along the floor and up the stairs, to my bedroom, where I sat on the end of the bed and let go.

Yes. I was crying. Crying at how pathetic I was. I couldn't think for long enough without Faith popping into my mind. Everything I did made me want to be with her. Her. Everyday. All the time. And it wasn't just wanting her. I wanted her to want me.

My hot tears fell down my wind-stricken cheeks and down to my chin, where they lingered 'til the liquid weight became too much and gravity pulled them to my hands below.

I sniffled and exhaled like a baby having its favourite toy being taken away for being naughty. My eyelids fell closed and I could see her in my mind, as she was in the yard on Saturday, as beautiful as I had imagined her to be.

I wanted her to be mine. And I wanted to be hers. But that would never happen. I needed to get over her.

- - -

'What's this?' I asked as I sat cross legged on Willow's bedroom floor. She was a sweet girl. Good natured. All fluffy and light. Mostly. Except for the Wicca part. But it wasn't about evilness. She was really very good at it.

Her eyes followed my pointed finger and then she smiled. 'Oh it's just some lavender, and…' She pointed to another pot of herbs beside it. 'That's rosemary. Oh, and…' She reached behind her and grabbed a couple of burning joss sticks. 'Sandalwood.'

'Mmm, it smells good.'

She nodded and knelt down across from me before working on mixing some things, and I just watched on. 'So, what are you making?'

She shrugged. 'I read somewhere this thing to help you feel less tired, like you know in the mornings when you hate getting up and you feel all bleurgh?'

'Yeah. So it's like a stimulant?'

She made a funny "mneh" sound. 'No, not…exactly. It does kinda have the sort of same effect but it's kinda magical.'

'So an illusion?'

She shook her head as she used her mortar and pestle to crush some things. 'No. It focuses on releasing and bringing together certain energies in your body. Like refreshing a chakra, or balancing some energy.'

I nodded, not quite understanding, but trying to. 'Right. So it's kind of like a magical coffee?' I picked up a small piece of lavender and started twiddling it in my fingers.

She nodded. 'I guess you could say that. If you're looking at it the "non magical" way.'

She continued crushing herbs and things and I sat back and watched. We were silent for a while, her concentrating so hard on her potions, and me…Well let's just say, the other day hadn't exactly sieved from my mind.

Faith. Yep. All that was on my mind. Apart from Willow making her potion-y things. Herbal remedies and vanquishing potions. Had a kind of narcissistic twist. Willow and vanquishing potions.

God, she looked so happy. She deserved that. Especially after everything we'd been through in our young lives. Not so much in most people's cases. A lot in our cases, and some others. And after everything she wanted to practice this craft, and study it. I had no idea what kinds of depths it went to, but for some reason her interest in it made me interested.

I had never really thought about it that way.

I wonder if Faith was okay. Not that she wouldn't be, she's a strong person. But I…wondered. If she was okay.

I remember the time when that vamp stepped on her foot. That face she made, made me laugh. Although It wasn't particularly funny- her pain, I mean. But still. She had a way of making things comical when she wanted to. Unless if that wasn't a time.

'So what's up with you and Faith? Shouldn't you guys be patrolling right around now?' I noticed how she sounded a little piss-takey with that comment.

I shook my head. 'Night off. Giles said we should cool it, what with the…apocalypse thingy…'

Willow made a tiny "ah" noise before nodding her head slowly. 'So…what's all about this? Is it a Slayer thing?' She wouldn't look at me, and continually looked at her crushed herbs, which I think she was just pounding on to release some anger…I don't understand why.

'Erm…it's difficult.'

She chuckled breathily a little, which disappeared quickly. 'I'm not…I'm not stupid, Buffy,' she said, raising her eyebrows on "stupid" and over emphasising how it was pronounced.

I opened my eyes a little wider and pressed a hand to the carpet to support myself whilst rearranging my legs, which were getting cramp. 'Will, I didn't mean-'

'Yeah, but it's like I've just been "cut out" or something. Like…I'm not worthy of your Slayer Status anymore, because I don't have any special powers or anything.'

I craned my neck forwards a little. 'Willow, I-'

'I know, you and Faith are "sister slayers."' She drew in a long breath and sighed it out as she spoke. 'Why should the "geeky little high-school loser" think she can do anything that's worth a darn.'

I realised finally. She felt left out. First the Bronze, then the slaying, then the apocalypse demon. I took the mortar and pestle from her hands and took her hands in mine.

'Willow, it is NOT that, I swear. I just…'

'You just don't want me to get hurt, I know.'

'Yeah, but Willow. It's not just that I don't want you to get hurt. I CAN'T let you get hurt. Because you mean too much. It's not about the strength or the power. I'm meant to protect you guys, not let you fight. Get killed. Because that is exactly what will happen if I do.'

'But I've done stuff like this before, I can do it again,' she pleaded.

'But it's dangerous, Will.' I licked over my lips, feeling my throat becoming restricted. I think I wanted to cry. 'You have taught me so much, already, Willow. And I'm not saying you're not strong enough because,' I moved a hand to her forehead and pressed my palm sideways against it softly. 'Up here, you are. And you're SO much more powerful than I will ever be! Don't think that I won't let you into this because you don't deserve to fight next to me, I'm nothing special-'

'You're the Slayer-'

'I'm A Slayer. All I do is fight vampires and the occasional stronger demon-thing. What you do is more important. This…' I looked around me. 'This is safer for you-'

She took her hands away from mine and sat back a little, and I think her eyes were welling with tears a little. 'What if, I don't wanna be safe anymore? Huh?' She exhaled and looked down to the palms of her hands. 'All my life, I've been the safe kid, the one who sticks to the rules. The one who never goes wild, or does something strange…okay…not that part.' She sighed. 'When I met you, when I found out about you, it made me…feel excited. Like…we're a team. You, me, Xander, Giles. Angel.' She looked at me whilst saying this, her eyes uber-hopeful, until her eyebrows raised a moment, then her eyes fell. 'Then came Faith.'

'You don't like her?' I asked, my voice moving up an octave or ten.

She shook her head immediately, looking up at me. 'I love who she is. That exciting, mysterious, sexy and scary personality. She can do, have, take ANYTHING she wants, and she does. And I'm not jealous of what she has, or what she wants…I'm jealous of what she took.' She shrugged her shoulders, looking at me, not quite at my eyes but sort of.

I frowned a tiny little bit and then realised. 'Me.'

'You make my life exciting, in my boring, pathetic, useless-'

'Will, you are far from useless. You're my best friend, and I would NEVER leave you. But…I just don't want you to get hurt because of me, because of evil. It's not fair on you.'

'I don't care! It's my decision, Buffy, otherwise, if I didn't like it, I would've backed out! But I didn't, and I still don't want to. But it seems like now that's the only thing that I can do because you don't want me to get involved, and Faith thinks I'm all useless and stuff-'

I shook my head and moved in a little closer to her. 'She doesn't think that.'

Silence. Willow stared into the palms of her hands, then made a slight scoffing sound. 'But it's true.'

I took her hands in mine again. 'It's not, Will. Look around you. You're learning. Same as me, learning something of your own, that I can't even begin to understand. We need a spell, a-a potion, who do we go to?'

She shrugged.

'You, Will. We go to you. Because we know that you know.'

There was more silence and I think she was calming down. 'But…can you just…stop worrying about me. Like…me getting hurt. I-I can learn, how to fight, er, physically, I mean?'

I smiled a little, and she looked hopefully at me. 'Okay. But…you have to promise me one thing…'

She shook her head and moved in a little closer to me, her hands still in mine. 'Anything-'

'You have got to be careful. We patrol, something gets too tough, PLEASE just back out.' She nodded. 'And…let me train you…cos Faith is just…'

'Lemme guess….all about the rough and tumble?' she said, sounding a little drained, though in the Willowy-way that she always does, breathing pauses and all.

I chuckled and pulled her in for a hug. 'I love you, Will. You mean loads to me. I don't want you to get hurt, much less die because of this.'

She hugged me back. 'But I love you too, and if you're gonna be fighting, I wanna help you. You're my best friend. That's what friends are for. To help each other, right?'

- - -

I strolled towards Faith's motel room, carrying a bag of greasy chips covered in vinegar, a video and a box of chocolates. And a stake…and a small…fork thing.

My heart was pounding. After Willow's house I wasn't sure how I was feeling about things. Willow joining in on the Slayer thing was a slight challenge, but it eliminated the 'Me and Faith' time that I so dearly appreciated. Shower breaks included.

I knocked middle-to-lightly upon her front door and stood back a little, quickly pressing my lips together to make sure I had enough lip gloss. I hope I was looking good. "All that and a bag of chips." And a videotape. Catchy.

The door came to and there behind the door stood Faith in a black mini skirt and a white vest top (ribbed), a black bra underneath. She had just washed her hair, and she was barefoot. She looked unbelievable to me.

She didn't have any make up on, except for shiny bright red lipstick, which made her gorgeous pouty lips look even poutier. She was so gorgeous. Such a vision.

'I-I Faith…urm…' Yes. Stuttery, or shut up. Should've voted shut up, because I sounded like what I had really seen was another naked version of Faith.

'My chips?' she said, one hand, one finger pointing towards them, one hand holding the door.

I nodded (good option) and handed them to her. 'I didn't eat any.' Wow. A full sentence. I'll be onto three syllable splutters next. Wasn't I a wonderous one.

'You've never eaten chips in your life, of course you didn't eat one.'

'Hey, I so have,' I said, my voice suddenly perky. I stepped in and she moved to the side to let me past, shutting the door behind me. I heard her feet padding along the floor behind me and all at once I was nervous again. I slipped off my jacket and dropped it on the…on the…looked for a place to drop my jacket, before finally settling it down on the…on the…floor. 'Here, lemme take that,' she said twiddling her ringed fingers at me. I looked at her hand and then smiled timidly, passing her the jacket at the same time.

I couldn't help but watch her pressed together lips, glowing at the light in the room. They didn't even NEED light to glow. They did all by themselves. But here she was. Gorgeous lips and all. Then her back was to me, in the wardrobe, hanging up my jacket. I blamed my jacket for the depravation of the view of her lips. Damn it. Stupid jacket.

It didn't matter because she soon turned back to me and looked down at her soggy chips, and I imagined she must've been starving because she dipped right into them.

'What did you get?' she asked through a chip-full mouth, and used her free (greasy fingered) hand to take the tape from me.

'Some, chick flick.'

She grunted. 'Boring.'

'It's a classic.'

She looked at me, pausing in chewing.

'What? It is…it's "Clueless." Alicia Silverstone is just a Betty in that,' I started.

'O-kay, sweets, calm it down, it's just a flick.' She opened the case by pressing it to her stomach and pulling the case open with her thumb, her other four fingers pressed against the other side of the case. She looked great doing it.

Meanwhile her chips accompanied her other hand, and I'm sure she was missing them.

She slipped the video in and sat down on the floor, leant up against her bed. I joined her and pulled open my box of chocolates immediately. 'Praline?'

She looked at me as if I'd come out of a changing room wearing a "Star Wars" outfit. I felt silly. I put them on my lap and shrugged. 'They're yummy.'

'Not with chips and vinegar.' She licked her finger and then pointed to one of the chocolates. 'Save me that one.'

I nodded and then reached for the one next to it. Perhaps I could feed it to her and she'd make a humming noise as her eyelids fluttered closed and she'd lap up the mixed in caramel centre…

There goes me dreaming again. I bet inside she thought I was all goody-two shoes, brought up so well I would never stray. Except for…Angel. As hot as he was, I couldn't get over how much hotter Faith was. And it was different. For one, she was more alive. And in a way…darker.

Like the way that she licked her fingers was almost erotic, like…it was a tool…of some sort. And how she made that "Mmm" sound when the first chip hit her tongue. I wonder if I could taste that good to her.

So much of me was dying to find out.

I wonder if she tasted as good as this chocolate I was eating. I'm sure she tasted better. Much better.

'So what happens in this thing? Does the blonde trip over a rock and decide to get a nose job to compensate for the brain damage created? Assuming that she actually has some form of brain…you know…the "Stage One" kind.' I just looked at her for a moment, then my forehead creased.

'She's not dumb, Faith.'

'She thinks yellow and black match, if that's not dumb, then what is?'

'I think they match.'

Silence.

'Yeah but you could get away with that.' She licked her finger and dipped her hand right back into her chips.

'What's that suggesting?'

Faith raised an eyebrow, tilted her head slightly and scoffed before raising a chip to her lips. She looked at me briefly, and I think my nervous system amplified a thousand as her eyes drifted down my body. I pretended not to notice the eyes.

I quickly looked back at the television and upturned a palm towards it. 'She's just a girl, experimenting, with different, very fashionable colours. And look, she's got a wonderful complexion that would go with almost anything…' She pushed my hand slowly down and looked in my eyes.

'Okay, B. I get it,' she told me, quite low, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a very sneaky, sexy smile. She kept held of my hand for just a little too long, and I couldn't help but let my facial expression fall as she kept looking at me.

I snapped out of whatever it was that had just happened there and looked at her bag of chips. 'You done with those? I'm going to the bathroom, I can drop 'em in the bin, if you want.' I put down my chocolates, got up, straightened out my white neat trousers and reached out my hand.

Faith looked at my hand, then her chips. She screwed up the bag quickly, and handed it to me. 'Yeah, sure,' she said, sounding (and looking) slightly confused as her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes concentrated on the bag and handing it to me.

I took it from her, my fingers touching hers slightly, and I felt a jolt, run right through me, to the core of me. I flashed a look in her eyes and caught her gaze for just a second before turning and heading for the bathroom, bringing a fingernail to my lips as I did.

I closed the door behind me and leant against it, making a large clattering sound as I did. I didn't care. I closed my eyelids tight and clenched the screwed up bag of chips. Two words. My. God. I couldn't take this for much longer.

Her ways of being sessy and unbelievably jokable were indeed frying me alive. I needed to have her and I could not take much more of this.

Something…

I sat down on the closed toilet seat and sighed out carefully.

Something in her eyes. Something in the way she looked at me…at my body. I couldn't quite get it. Did she like me? Did she want me?

If so…was I stupid in not making a move? Should I?

I tossed the chips into the bin and flushed the toilet, just to make her think I actually did need to use it, and moved over to the sink, pushing the cold water tap, on…well…the tap, on. I looked up at myself.

My god. I looked okay. I looked like someone had just dropped a bombshell on Sunnydale…again. But…no…this is stupid.

I moved my fingers slightly under the running ICE COLD water (I might add – at least it wasn't brown) and moved them up to my hair, pulling a few strands of my held back hair out, running my fingers along them.

Then I just pulled my hair out, and shook it. Maybe that was better. Nah.

I did the flip trick (where you flip your hair back over your shoulders). That DID indeed do the trick. I looked relaxed. Maybe too horny. Maybe I was.

I turned the door handle and watched my hand on it as I opened it, then ran my hands down over my hips as if to wipe the extra moisture off, and headed back where Faith was.

I noticed how fixed her eyes were on the television, and inwardly felt stupid for going to all that bother for making myself look sexy. It wasn't completely over though. We had the rest of the movie.

I sat down and picked up my box of chocolates and immediately brought one to my mouth, to find it was half gone. 'What the…' Caramel was dripping out of it and it got all over my fingers.

'Oh sorry, it was so good I wanted to save some for later.'

'Faith,' I said sounding surprised. 'You're not one to "save" things. Don't you always devour them…gobble 'em right up?'

She shrugged. 'Maybe I changed.'

I chuckled. 'Yeah, okay.' I raised the chocolate to my mouth and went to eat it, though she held my hand where it was, then moved the box of chocolates away from me, and by now my eyebrows had furrowed and my mouth made a perfect "O" shape. She looked at me, turned to face me, and smiled almost raunchily.

'I'm sorry, I-'

She placed a finger on my lips, sitting on her knees, facing me, her legs slightly departed. 'Let's share it.'

I didn't really know what to say to that.

She took my hand, and all the while my eyes were darting between my hand, the chocolate and her face. I saw her tongue slide out of her mouth and onto the chocolate, and I couldn't describe the feeling I got as her tongue hit my fingers…she licked the caramel that had been strung out over my fingers, and I swallowed hard. I noticed I was furrowing my eyebrows, and she was still looking at me. She moved away and sucked on the chocolate in her mouth.

'Your turn,' she said, with a slight giggle.

I couldn't help but break through my seriously confused face and start laughing. 'No way, you just had your mouth all over that!'

She grabbed my leg gently and gave it a squeeze. 'It tastes so good, though.' I noticed her bring her lower lip into her mouth and bite down on it after her tongue had had a go at it. Her eyes were so intense.

I chuckled a little more, then looked at the chocolate. I moved the chocolate to my mouth and let my eyelids fall closed, let my lips depart, and let the chocolate come to me. As the luxurious silk passed over my lips I uttered a small moan, tasting the richness immediately. I dipped my tongue into the hollowness if it and caught some of the caramel there. She was right. It was amazing.

I hummed as I pulled away from the chocolate, and opened my eyes slightly, Faith sitting even closer to me now, her eyes feasting on my image. I was inwardly startled at this, though remained calm.

'You were right, Faith, that was gorgeous chocolate.'

She nodded, no sound. She lifted her hand to mine again, and moved the chocolate towards her mouth once again. Was this a game? I was beginning to think more and more that perhaps she did want this…me.

She took the remainder of the demon-sized chocolate into her mouth using her teeth, and sat back. 'C'mere.' She said through the chocolate, using her hand to portray her words.

I did as she said, moving in closer to her, unsure of the next action she had planned. Although when I realised what was going to happen my body tripped into hormonal overload.

At first she placed a hand on my cheek, and her fingers rested at my jawbone. Then she drew in just a little closer to me. She exhaled once. That's all. Then brushed her lips against mine. So gorgeously softly. And then…I caught her upper lip between both of mine, and pressed a hand to her upper leg, ever so lightly, as if resting.

I closed my eyes, and frowned slightly, still a little confused at what was happening, and worried that I was hallucinated all over again. I let a tiny moan escape my lips as I moved away for a second. I went back, and this time, she swept her tongue across my lips. I could taste the remainder of the chocolate that was now on my lips, and it was indeed gorgeous. I used my other hand to grip her shoulder and hers, my waist. I moved in even closer to her, and she, me.

I had no concept of how this begun yet was so happy to be in the midst of it. My tongue began exploring her mouth, so softly, so…gingerly, and she replied with a meek motion…almost completely unlike the Faith I thought I knew. As I said: I imagined she devoured her treats…if that's what I was. But this…she was so…like…me…cautious…tentative…A hand moved up to my hair and soon fingers were running through it. We warmed to the kiss a little more and she leaned even further into me, our bodies almost completely pressed together, so firm that I could feel her heartbeat against my right breast.

She felt wonderful. And tasted even more. I waited for her to pull away; I wanted to let the kiss last for as long as she wanted. When she finally pulled away, she smiled coyly, which broke into a gentle laugh. I followed suit.

'Tasty chocolate, huh,' she joked, and I chuckled as I sat back and moved the palm of my hand to my forehead, then ran it back through my hair.

'Yup. Definitely "tasty,"' I replied, almost cheekily. I kept my eyes off her when I said that, looking in fact at the remaining box of chocolates. When I did look back to her, I saw she was still smiling, which made me laugh more. 'Think I better…' I reached over to the box and moved the lid from the underneath to the top, to cover it. I saw her pout briefly though shrugged it off and moved her legs out from underneath her, and looked towards the movie, somewhat perkier and smiley than she had been before.