A/N: Sorry, this one's so short had a to make a quick decision on whether Buffy and Faith get it on or not.
/Indicates phone conversation from the other end/

Buffy POV

I lean down and capture her lips in an intense kiss, when I pull away we're both panting. She stares up at me wide eyed and I move down to straddle her thigh. I start to rock back and forth, rubbing myself against her knee.

God, that feels good.

"B, I—" she starts, but I promptly quiet her lips with another kiss. Slowly, I release her hands from my grip and move my own behind her neck, pulling her further into me. Mmm… yummy Faith…

Faith POV

As soon as B lets my wrists go I move my right hand up to gently knead her left breast. Mmmm… Buffy booby… Oh… she smells so good too…

Ring, ring

What the?

Ring, ring

Stupid cell phone…

Ring, ring

"Uh, Faith, you're ringing…"

"I know, you wanna move so I can answer that?"

"Only if you put it on vibrate and tell whoever it is to keep calling back," she purrs, then travels to my earlobe where she starts placing soft kisses down my neck. God, she can be such a little skank. I pull out my phone and check the screen.

Oh, shit. It's Cordy.

Fuck.

"Who is it?" B murmurs, blowing in my ear. I shudder. She's makin' me so fuckin' hot right now.

"Um… it's… no one…" I sputter, my left hand has somehow found its way to her ass. Hmm… wonder how that happened?

"Liar," she suddenly pulls away and snatches my phone, flipping it open and answering it.

Shit.

This. Can't. Be. Good.

"Hello, Faith's cell phone, may I ask whose calling?" I try to grab my phone back, but she bites at my hand. Oh, fuck that. She's got sharp teeth and I like my fingers where they are. I'm quite attached to them.

/WHO THE FUCK IS THIS/ I hear Cordy scream through the earpiece. Dammit, I'm really fucked now… or not going to be fucked… whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

"This is Faith's girlfriend, who the fuck is this?" B replies in an eerily tranquil voice. Whoa, wait, girlfriend? She's not my… hell no… crazy little bitch… who does she think she is? Oh yeah, definitely not my girlfriend.

/WHAT! LET ME TALK TO FAITH! NOW! SHE'S MY FUCKIN' GIRLFRIEND/ I reach for my phone again, but B leans down and gives me a hard bite on the collarbone. Ow. That really fuckin' hurt. Wait… oh, no… Cordy… aw fuck… she's sooo not my girlfriend! Just because we fucked a few times doesn't mean she's my— Oh, fuck me. This cannot end well.

"No," is the little blonde brat's cool reply. With that, she flips the phone shut.

Buffy POV

"No," I say calmly into her cell and hang up on Cordy. I glance back down at Faith whose now wearing an unreadable expression. "Now, where were we?" I give her a coy smile and lean in to suck on her lower lip. Mmmm… Faithy. Suddenly, she stands and I'm more than a little surprised to find myself sitting on the floor.

"What the fuck was that about?" she growls at me.

"Don't you think I'm the one who should be asking that question?" I extend my hand for her to help me up, but she ignores me. Bitch. I get up slowly and rub my ass. That kinda hurt, in more ways than one.

"Y'know B, I think it's about time you an' me had a little chat." Crap.