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"It's been almost a week now since I slept with Kennedy and so far, Faith has kept her promise. Then again, it's only been a few days."
"You think she'll actually try to do something?" Willow asks apprehensively.
"C'mon, it's Faith we're talking about," I scoff, leaning my back against the railing of the patio.
"Yeah," she looks thoughtful for a moment, "but, why does she even care? I mean, she's probably out chasing tail right now."
"She is," I hesitate, "and she only cares, because it's Kennedy."
"Wait, so, she wouldn't care if you slept with some stranger?" her voice unconvinced.
"She wouldn't give a damn," which is the truth.
"Do you understand this Faith logic? 'Cause I sure don't."
"Sadly, yes, I do understand."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Same reason I let her sleep with club skanks and not Cordelia."
"Right, and that's because…?"
"Because Cordelia actually poses a threat to me, whereas the club skanks are just Faith's toys."
"So, let me get this straight, after all this twisted logic, it's because she's actually afraid of losing you to Kennedy?"
"Jeez, don't sound so cynical Will," I look at her and grin, "is it that difficult to believe that she doesn't want to lose me?"
"No… I—"
"Besides, where else is she going to find a girl who will put up with her behavior?"
"Honey, I'm home," Faith calls from inside.
"That's my cue to leave," Will says standing up.
I walk my best friend to the door and we say our goodbyes. I then turn my attention to Faith who's now sitting on the kitchen counter. I slowly saunter over to her. Spreading her legs, I place myself in between them and wrap my arms around her waist. Biting my lip, I look up at her through my eyelashes with an evil smirk.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Faith looks at me suspiciously.
"You forgot…" I accuse gently, starting to kiss her neck.
"Don't be silly, I didn't forget anything," she replies nervously.
"Mmm… hmm… and what is it didn't you forget?" I murmur into her neck.
"I uh…" kiss... "didn't forget…" kiss… "your uh…" wrong, bite... "ow… I mean our... our..." better, another kiss… "anniversary?" yes, kiss. That's a good girl.
I pull away and beam, "I'm glad you didn't forget, honey, I can't wait to see what you have planned for tomorrow." She gives me a tense smile.
"I would never forget such a thing."
"Of course not," I tilt my head up and kiss her affectionately on the lips. "Don't disappoint me Faith…" I whisper, "I put up with a lot from you and I don't ask for much … only a few days out of the year… our anniversary happens to be one of them." I turn on my heels and walk away from her.
"Pfft, tomorrow's gonna be fantastic, just you wait."
"I hope so," I mutter over my shoulder.
…
I was surprised when she told me we were going to have an early dinner at Tavern on The Green in Central Park today... more surprised when we were seated at one of the most romantic tables in the restaurant... and even further shocked to see the gift she got me – the necklace from Winston's that I've been wanting for months.
She never ceases to amaze me.
"I'm impressed Faith," I loop my arm through hers as we stroll through the park, "you pulled off a lot in one day."
"Yeah well, I do what I can," she says as she makes a grand gesture towards a waiting horse drawn carriage. Now I'm absolutely taken aback, she hasn't been this romantic since…
"This is so sweet, Faith," she puts her arm around my shoulders as we relax in the carriage. "You haven't tried this hard since we had just started dating."
"Well, that was just 'cause I was still tryin' to get in them panties."
"So… you're saying that, all I have to do for you to get all romantic-y with me, is to hold out for awhile?" A look of realization hits her.
"Uh… no, that's not what I meant," she recovers quickly.
"And maybe, if I play my cards right, you might even tell me you love me?"
"We'll see how the night goes…"
…
Then of course, who has to ruin an otherwise wonderful evening by being alive?
Cordelia Chase.
We're having dessert at Serendipity's when Cordelia walks in with her loyal following of skankettes. Ugh. Not even a frozen hot chocolate can rid you of the foul taste of Cordelia Chase.
"Oh my god, look Harm, its Faith and… Buffy," the whore squeals when she recognizes us, wonderful.
"Cordelia…" Faith starts awkwardly.
"Gee, I hope you don't mind if we sit with you."
"Actually—" my date begins.
"That's great," she fakes a smile and sits down with us. I was just talking to Harmony and Whitney about—"
"Beat it, Cordy," I snap angrily.
"Why Buffy, how rude," Cordelia scolds.
"I'm serious Cordelia. Faith and I are trying to enjoy our anniversary dinner, so you can leave or I'll make you leave."
"Ugh, bitch," she mutters to Harmony as they leave, but I don't care, as long as they leave.
"C'mon kitten, let's go home," Faith throws a hundred dollar bill on table and grabs my hand.
"You set this up didn't you?" I ask, as soon as we're inside the limo.
"What, moi? Never," but a smirk escapes her lips. I knew it.
"Faith, you sneaky devil," I crawl over her lap and straddle her. "Why would you do such a thing?" I feign anger as best I can
"I would never, baby," she grins, wickedly.
"Faith…" I lean in to bite her neck.
"Okay," she surrenders, "it's just that… you're such little minx after you have a bitch-brawl with Cordy…" she flips me onto my back and I wrap my legs around her waist, "and it's pretty fucking hot."
I pull her head down, crushing our lips together. "Say it Faith," I whisper as she starts to suck on my collarbone.
"I love you, Buffy," she breathes huskily into my ear.