Oh shit! I think to myself as I take a risky glance towards a very worried Dawn, who begs me with her eyes to respond. "Buffy, look, can we be mature adults about this and discuss this without the drama?"
Buffy glares at me, her nostrils flaring as she says, "How about you get your ass out of my house and don't come back until you can keep your bra on!"
I try to keep calm, reminding myself that at least Buffy's not gonna go psycho Slayer Buffy on me and totally destroy me, and that I should count my blessings and leave before things get worse. So I get up, and look to Dawn, who's looking back at me with a sad expression on her face.
"Bye, Dawnie, I'll see ya around," I say to her as sweetly as I can as I walk towards an angry Buffy.
"I seriously doubt that, Faith," Buffy states as Dawn jumps off the bed to protest.
"I'm still allowed to see her, right? I mean…Faith's my girlfriend…"
"I'm well aware that Faith's your girlfriend, but she's not allowed anywhere near you until she can learn to wear a bra," Buffy announces.
I give Dawn one last smile before I leave the room, and quickly leave the house before Buffy decides to have a more hands-on conversation with me. And not a moment too soon I'm outside and walking briskly to my lonely motel room.
When I get there, I slowly open my motel room door and close it with a hard slam as I mutter a few curses with Buffy's name included in-between. I walk to my bed, throwing my leather jacket onto the lonely chair in the corner as I fall onto my bed.
"What a night," I say to myself as I struggle to find the remote to the television and hope to God that there'll be something meaningful to watch. After an hour of television, I look to my right to see my new digital clock on my old wooden dresser with the time reading 10:30.
Knowing that Buffy would be out patrolling at this hour, I grab my wireless phone off the hook and call Dawn. After a ring or two, Dawn answers the phone and I feel a large amount of relief fly over me when I hear her beautiful, irresistible voice.
"Hey, baby, what are you wearing?" I ask her in my husky voice.
She laughs at me. "Mmm, the same thing I was wearing when you were over here being my girlfriend," Dawn replies as she acts uninterested.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask her, smiling.
"It means that I miss you," Dawn replies.
I chuckle at her response. "But I was just there, remember? Got my ass kicked out of your house and everything."
I hear her laugh again as she asks, "And why did you get your ass kicked out of my house?"
I laugh as I straighten my position on the bed, and close my eyes as I remember making out with Dawn.
"Mmmm, you know," I say as I think about Dawn's soft lips.
"Remind me why you're not here," Dawn whines.
"Well, I believe that it is because you removed my bra and threw it on the floor. Then Buffy walked in on us and found it, to our dismay."
"So are you saying that this is all MY fault?"
I smile as I say, "Yep, you oversexed little girl."
"Am not…"
"I'm sorry, Dawn, but it's true, you're oversexed, and I think that I might have to put an end to it," I say in my sarcastic tone.
"You don't have the guts or the self control to do that. So I'm not worried," Dawn responds.
"Sure, whatever you say, Dawn," I say as I hear Dawn giggle on the other end. "So, Dawn…"
"Yeah, Faith..?"
I pause for a moment as I try to keep my voice from sounding as if I am really worried.
"When do you think I can see you? Maybe tomorrow or sometime after Buffy blows off some steam? Kinda hoping that she kills something really big, so I can come over and screw you."
"Wow, Faith, you're really good at being serious," Dawn replies as she clears her throat before continuing. "I'm not sure, Faith, kinda think she still hates you."
"Yeah, you're probably right. So I'll come see you tomorrow after school." I smile as I listen to Dawn's irresistible chuckle at my weirdness.
"Ok, whatever."
"Ok, so it's officially a date. I'll be seeing you at the park, ok?"
"Ok, Faith, whatever you say."
I'm smiling as I remember the softness of Dawn's skin, when a strong knocking on the door of my motel room unexpectedly disrupts my thoughts. My heart stops when my slayer senses immediately alert me to the presence of one very angry slayer. I know that I can't ignore Buffy, since she knows that I'm here.
So I tell Dawn, "Dawnie baby, I love you ok. And I just want you to know…"
"Know what, Faith?" I take a deep breath before saying,
"It was nice knowing you," and then I hang up the phone and walk to my front door, ready to face Buffy.