Can't Fight the Moonlight 4?

Disclaimers in part 1

Sorry for the lack of update, but I hit a case of writers block. I finished up another story I was working on. The block is gone so here is the much anticipated part 4...

Buffy and Faith sat in the living room idly flipping through channels. Joyce went to the gallery for a couple of hours leaving the girls by themselves. It was a boring Saturday afternoon.

"So B, what do you wanna do?" Faith asked.

"I don't know. I thought we were supposed to head over to yours and get our practice on." She lightly tapped Faith on the arm.

"Oh please that would give G a serious happy. Besides we already know I can take you." She smirked.

Buffy heard the challenge behind her voice. She got up and moved the table to the side.

"You think you could take me. Come on kick my ass." She said playfully. (Sorry couldn't resist)

Faith began circling her like she was prey, Buffy didn't flinch or show any feelings. They assumed the slayer stance and Faith through the first punch. Buffy ducked and kicked her in the stomach. They went back and forth with each other until Faith had knocked Buffy on her lap. She straddled the other girl and pretended to stake her.

"You give." She asked looking down at the other girl.

Buffy gave her a smile, "Yeah, I give. I let you have that one." She tried to get up but Faith was using all of her weight to hold her down.

Without hesitation Faith leaned down and kissed Buffy. She sat back up and looked intently at Buffy.

"Do it again." She said panting. This time they met each other half way and continued to kiss. Everything else seemed to fade away except for them.

The phone ringing broke them apart leaving them breathless and panting for air.

"I think you need to get that B."

"I wish I could F, but you are on me." She grined.

Faith got off of her and helped her up. Buffy made a mad dash for the phone and answered it. She was gone for about ten minutes then she returned.

"Who was that?" The brunette asked.

Buffy flopped down on the couch. "That would be Giles. He wants us to come over and train. Plus someone forgot to pick up her room." She couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny B. Come on we better go. G hates tardiness." She got off the couch and collected her bag.

Buffy followed suit and grabbed her training bag. They walked hand and hand out the house.

"S what are we going to Giles?" Buffy asked breaking the silence.

"We can tell him today. I mean he knows how close we are. He would probably stutter and then clean his glasses." They both laughed at the imagery.

The walk to Giles was a short one and they found themselves on his front porch.

"This is your house too, open the door." Buffy nudged her.

Faith opened the door and they both breezed in. Giles came out of the kitchen.

"Hello girls, how are you this fine afternoon?" He asked.

They both mumbled different things. Giles tried to make out what they said to the best of his ability.

"Faith you need to go pick up your room. Buffy you could change into your clothes for training. I will train you while, Faith is cleaning her room."

She picked up her bag and went into the bathroom. Giles was in slave driver mode. She came out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

"Okay Giles, lets get training."

"I have a question for you. Faith has been in a rather upbeat mood lately." He looked at her before continuing. "Do you know what could be causing it?"

Buffy fidgeted for a minute not sure how to answer his question.

"I might have an inkling, but it's for her to tell not me." She congratulated herself on a good aversion.

"I respect that. Just tell me, is there a guy involved." He looked at her seriously.

Buffy returned his gaze, "No it's not a guy." She began to do her stretches.

Faith came down the stairs and stopped in her track when she saw Buffy stretching. It was a very nice site to see. She could get her body to move anyway she wanted it to. She couldn't help but wonder if they could try some of that in bed.

"Ah Faith, nice of you to join us. Is your room all picked up?" He asked sternly.

Faith came bounding down the steps her eyes still on Buffy.

"My room is all clean G." She gave him a smile, and went back to watching Buffy.

"You've been in a good mood as of late. What's causing it? Buffy said I should ask you." He looked at Buffy pointedly. Faith glared at the other girl and Buffy just shrugged her shoulders. 'Buffy is so dead.' She thought