"You know, ever since you got rid of those fuzzy sweaters…" Faith downed the rest of her cocktail, leaving the cherry between her teeth. "You've gotten pretty hot." She bit the cherry off the stem and smiled. "Really hot, if I'm honest. You ready for me to be honest?"
"I…you think I'm hot?"
"Look at you." Faith slid along the long booth that Willow had almost forgot they were sharing. "Redheaded witch."
"Well…I…"
"What, you're not?"
"I really don't like when people use that word unless…you know. They mean it. I mean they know what it means to me."
"You think I know what it means?" Faith touched Willow's neck, and Willow shivered under her fingertips. "You think I don't believe that you do magic?" She trailed her finger down Willow's collar bone, to the top of her neckline. "I know what you've got."
"I never thought of myself as powerful," Willow said softly.
"No?" Faith leaned in so close that Willow felt her breath on her cheek. "I did."
"Yeah?"
Faith inched closer, allowing her lips to just brush Willow's, barely. "Yeah.
Willow pulled Faith close to her, suddenly, in such a fierce and passionate kiss that the empty cocktail glass fell to the ground, and shattered. Faith caught Willow's lips in her teeth and delighted in the noises she made, answering her with a hot, eager tongue that, unsurprisingly, knew how to probe, where to let up on pressure, where to pull back for simple but dizzying deep kisses.
"Let's get out of here," Faith said, pulling her up.
"Definitely," Willow said. "Let me just – one thing."
Faith watched as, with a few deft movements of her fingers and one focused, steady gaze, Willow moved every shard off the floor and onto the table, carefully but efficiently piecing the glass back together.
"You're good at fixing what's broken," Faith said.
"Sometimes. But not every crack has to stay hidden, you know."
"You ready for me to be honest?" Faith asked.
"I'm ready," Willow said. "Let's go."