Thank the strip club for this chapter. Also, a part of this chapter was inspired by a Kevin Smith movie, which a very pretty (and very flexible) brunette dancer and I had a nice conversation about. So enjoy...

Faith POV

I can't fucking believe that she passed out! What a pansy! As soon as B walked off the stage she fainted, luckily, I was there to catch her – but still! I'm not really sure whether she passed out from the drinks or the girls or both, but either way, that certainly means the end of the night for me. Dammit.

"Hey Faith, are you leaving already? I haven't even had a chance to give you a lap dance yet," Serenity asks lightly, as I make my way outside, carrying an unconscious Buffy in my arms.

"Yeah, well, I guess that was a little too much excitement for the virgin here," I give her a wry smile and add, "next time?"

"Well, okay, but I was kinda hoping for a little excitement myself tonight…" she leers, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. She then trots back inside the club to solicit a lap dance from some unsuspecting prey. Stupid Buffy can't hold her damn liquor. I could've got me some tonight. With a stripper!

I carry B to the car and gently set her in the passenger seat. I roll the window down for her before starting the car, just in case she wakes up and needs to puke – thankfully, she doesn't. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to wash dried vomit off the side of your car? Not to mention, just plain gross.

By the time I get up the stairs, it feels like B weighs twice as much. I would have taken the elevator, but that means I have to walk all the way around to the other side of the building. Although, now I kinda wish I had. Boy, super strength would sure come in handy in situations like these. I heave a sigh of relief as I place her softly on the bed. I gently remove her shoes and lay on the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath. I think about going out and getting some, but somehow that just doesn't seem right with B passed out like she is.

"God, B, was passing out really necessary?" I ask quietly, brushing some hair out of her face. She stirs a bit and mutters something incoherent. Aw, she's such an adorable little drunk.

"Mmm… Faith…?" she murmurs.

"Yeah B, right here," I place my hand on her stomach. The little minx intertwines our fingers and rolls over onto her side, effectively trapping my hand, making me spoon her. Great.

"Uh, B, could I please have my hand back?" I try to pull away, but she just turns away from me, pulling me closer against her.

"Mmm…" she murmurs again. I just can't bring myself to wake her, she's just fucking so cute. The palm of my hand is resting flat against her stomach, her shirt has ridden up a little so I can feel the soft skin underneath. I slide my hand fully beneath her top and draw small circles on her skin.

I've never slept with anyone before. I've fucked 'em, sure – even on a gaming table once. But I've never really slept beside them, at least, not without fucking them good and proper first. Even then, I find it really awkward. I mean, I just hate spooning. You've got one arm around them, I get that, but where the fuck are you supposed to put the other arm? You can lay on it or just shove it between your bodies, but that can cause numbness. The only other option is to stretch your arm out above your head, but my arm always pops out of socket when I sleep like that. I just find spooning extremely uncomfortable. I'm constantly searching for someplace to keep my other arm while still lying close to the girl. This is definitely different though. This is nice. This is… comfortable. It's like we fit.

The patterns I'm tracing on her stomach get more intricate and I'm tempted to move my hand lower. I dip my fingers just below her panty line and… Holy crap! I immediately stop. Then start chastising myself for molesting a drunk girl – an unconscious drunk girl. Bad Faith! No!

I remove my hand from her panties and replace it on her stomach. Bad, bad naughty thoughts go away. Maybe just a little… my hand seems to have a mind of its own. Dammit, I said stop. I swear it just sounded like she whimpered. Oh, fuck me. She smells so good, like sweetness and alcohol – everything I like in a girl. Forcing my eyes shut, I try to will sleep to come and it doesn't work. I've gotta get away from her, she's making me so fuckin' hot. Down Faith, she's out cold. Even you know that's wrong. I bite my lip and hold myself still, this sure is going to be a long night.