A/N: Okay, for anyone who was confused about what I said about being "sorry" at the beginning of the last chapter, I was referring to the Buffy/Kennedy pairing -shudders- NOT 2 girls being in love. Believe me, I'm in no way homophobic, but Buffy hooking up with Kennedy is just... eww.
As far as peroxide boy, he will probably not make an appearance (sorry to ya'll Spuffy shippers, but I could never stand him) unless it's so Faith can beat him into the ground or something else degrading.

I step out of the elevator just in time to see Faith discard her latest plaything.

"But Faith, I broke up with my boyfriend for you," she yells at the door.

No answer.

"Excuse me," I try to slip past her to get inside.

"Who the fuck are you?" the girl hisses at me.

"I—" I'm interrupted by the door swinging open.

"She's my girlfriend," Faith says cheerily, pulling me into the apartment and slamming the door behind me, leaving the poor girl outside with her mouth agape.

"She seemed nice," I smile sarcastically.

"Why do I always attract the clingy ones?" she asks rhetorically, turning on the TV. Taking a seat on the couch, she puts her feet up on the coffee table – because she knows I hate it when she does that, but I choose not to acknowledge that. I lay on my side lengthwise across the couch, using Faith's lap as a headrest and close my eyes. I still can't believe what I did to Kennedy. I'm such a terrible person. Ugh!

Every once and awhile, I glance up at her and I swear that she was staring at me. She refocuses her attention back to the TV every time I look though, so I try to stop thinking about it. She begins to gently stroke my back and then to my surprise, she tenderly brushes a stray lock of hair out of my face.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing," just had to make sure it was still her.

"I thought you were just having lunch with Willow today?" she asks out of nowhere.

"I did."

"Must've been a long lunch…" I look at the clock, it's almost 11pm... Uh-oh.

"I… uh… ran into an old friend today," which isn't a total lie.

There's a short silence.

"Kennedy?" I open my eyes, how did she know? As if hearing my unasked question, she adds, "Megan, the manager of the store you were in, is a… friend."

"You mean you've fucked her?" I shift from laying on my side to my back so I can look up at her.

"Same diff," she says apathetically. "So, how is Ken doll doing? How's her arm?"

"Faith…" there's a tone of warning in my voice, "it wasn't like that."

"Of course not, baby, I just want to know how she is," she looks down at me with a wicked grin.

"Sure you did," I sit up and she pulls me into her lap, "if you must know, her arm's healed quite nicely."

"Well, that's good," she grins, sliding her nails up, along the inside of my leg. Mmm…

"I mean it Faith, stay away from her," I've already hurt her enough today. She leans in and starts placing kisses along my collarbone.

"Didn't even cross my mind," she muffles into my neck. I pull away from her, placing my hands on either side of her head.

"Faith," I look her in the eyes, "promise me you will stay away from Kennedy." She rolls her eyes at me. "I'm serious, Faith."

"Why do you care so much that I stay away from your ex?"

"How about what happened last time?" I ask incredulously.

"I had nothing to do with that sweetheart, I heard she got mugged," she replies in a patronizing tone, she tries to move her hand further up my thigh and I clamp my legs shut.

I raise an eyebrow, "Just promise me."

"Fine, fine, I promise," she looks at me impatiently, "happy now?"

"Yes," I unclamp my legs and let her hand roam.

"Sex now?" without waiting for an answer, she lifts me up and throws me over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, heading towards her bedroom.

"Faith, this not dignified."

"So?"

"So, if you're going to carry me to the bedroom, do it the nice way." She ignores me and slaps me on the ass instead. Ow.

As soon as she reaches her destination, she flings me onto the bed – none too gently I might add – so I land on my back. She straddles my lap and starts on removing my top, I sit up a little to make it easier for her. Upon elimination of the unwanted article of clothing, she bends down to place butterfly kisses down my neck and chest. She's about to rip my skirt off when I pull her back up so we're face to face.

"What babe? I'll be careful this time, I won't rip your—" I cut her off.

"No, that's not what this is about," she tries to move back down, but I hold her still.

"What then?" she rolls her eyes.

"Look at me Faith," finally, she meets my gaze. "Tell me you love me."

"What?" she looks at me oddly.

"Just… humor me a little."

"You're serious?" she asks skeptically. I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. "I love you, babe." Now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

"How about, like you actually mean it?" I know that she won't, but it doesn't matter, I just want to hear her say it.

She pauses for a moment, then in tender voice relents, "I love you, Buffy."