Distance
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Part two
"Faith, STOP it before I break your arms!" Buffy said desperately, fiercely twisting and attempting to arch away from Faith, Faith's very close and very enthusiastically dancing body, or at least to overbalance them where they would fall, and she could roll away and flee. To her increased horror and mortification, she realized that several people around them were watching, including Andrew…and they not only didn't seem shocked or concerned, but were actually entertained. And as Buffy's eyes bulged in renewed rage and humiliation, she noticed that Andrew had suddenly managed to produce his beloved camera and started to point it in their direction, narrating earnestly as he began to film her…film her! He was filming her, he was filming this, her with FAITH!
Buffy yelled an obscenity laced threat that was probably lost to most by the music and noises of the crowd; Faith snorted with laughter, turning her head briefly to beam towards Andrew's direction.
"We gotta paparazzi, B! Let's give 'em what they're wanting here!"
With that she suddenly grabbed Buffy's backside with both hands, giving her a firm squeeze, and Buffy yelped, fully enraged by now. With her arms now briefly freed, she seized Faith roughly, slinging her down to the ground and throwing herself down with her, rolling and releasing in such a way that she landed free from her, hurriedly scrambling to her feet. As Andrew rushed forward, camera held high, and all watching buzzed with excitement at this new development, Faith, having either gotten up faster than Buffy would have expected or else having been helped up and given a point in Buffy's direction by some malicious person who obviously got off on observing Buffy's suffering, caught up to Buffy as she reached the doorway.
"Damn, B, that hurt!"
She sounded a little pissed off now, her voice slightly slurred, but also hurt, and Buffy gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to simply turn and punch her, telling herself repeatedly that Faith, infuriating as she was even sober, was drunk now, and so couldn't help herself as much. Probably.
"Faith…go back inside and find someone else to screw with, tonight is not the night to push it with me."
Opening the door, Buffy stepped outside, even as she remembered to her own renewed frustration that she had rode over with Xander and didn't' have the keys to his car. Faith, to her utter fury, followed fairly quickly, albeit still somewhat unsteadily, letting the door close behind her.
"Aw, lighten up, B…you know you liked it…anyway, I didn't push. You pushed, you made me fall, YOU did the pushing…"
"Faith, I'm going home," Buffy snapped, eyes flashing, even as she wondered with mounting frustration exactly how she would manage that without having to go back into party to face certain mortification all over again. Unless Faith had keys…had Faith driven? She could take Faith's keys…and that would make sure Faith wouldn't kill someone trying to drive home. Although according to some, Buffy driving sober was just as dangerous as anyone else driving so drunk they couldn't see straight.
"Faith- do you have any-" Buffy started to ask, attempting to lower her voice, make it slightly nicer in tone now that she was asking a favor, but Faith never let her get very far into it. Grabbing hold of her hand, Faith pulled Buffy in towards her, grinning as she said in a low, slurred tone, "Home? Home is where the heart is…so…guess you're home right now…always home…'cause your heart is right here. Right…here…B…"
Still holding Buffy's right hand, she reached out with her left to clumsily grope at Buffy's left breast, as if she were trying to feel her heart. Buffy sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening, said heart's beating kicking it up several notches in its speed, and she instinctively shoved Faith away from her so forcefully that Faith flew back a good twenty feet, landing on her back on the asphalt so hard that her eyes widened and she inhaled in a shuddering manner, seeming unable to release her breath afterward. She was so pale that for a few moments Buffy thought she would pass out, and a brief flicker of worry that she had seriously hurt her moved through her. But when Faith finally drew in a straggling breath, her anger flared up again. She could practically feel Faith's FINGERPRINTS on her, even through her shirt!
"What the hell, Faith, what, are you going to freaking rape me or something? I'm not one of your drooling boytoys that you can paw all over the place and they'll just drool and beg for more, I'm not your personal cure for boredom or, or living puppet, or, or, tall, warm, human-shaped vibrator! I don't' care how drunk you are or how stupid or horny, keep your FUCKING hands off of me!"
Her voice echoed across the parking lot, and the few people that had been exiting their cars to head inside the club turned to stare at her, then quickly hurried off, no doubt concluding that this obviously angry screaming woman was not one they wanted to mess with. As Buffy glared down at Faith, her fists knotted at her sides, jaw lifted, she was more than ready to turn and stride away from her, to leaveher on the ground, maybe stopping first to dig through Faith's pockets for her keys so she could take off in her car. But Faith spoke, her voice low, eyes lowered, still struggling to draw in normal breaths, not yet attempting to get to her feet.
"Okay…but…you don't gotta…keep your hands…offa me…if you don't wanna. Don't mind…"
Buffy stared at her, disbelieving that even now, the woman was pushing, even now she was apparently reckless and stubborn enough not to give up, and suddenly she had to try very hard to suppress a strong urge to burst out laughing. It was not funny- it wasn't, she told herself sternly, but still she had to press her lips together tightly, biting the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from smiling.
Looking down at Faith with less anger now, but a sudden and strong wave of weariness, Buffy shook her head; Faith looked back up at her, finally starting to breathe more normally, her coloring better, but in her skimpy top Buffy bet she'd scraped the hell out of her back and elbows on the asphalt. Jeez…happy freaking birthday to me, Buffy thought with high sarcasm. No demons this time…just drunken crowds, sneaky sisters, mass humiliation, and of course, as always, Faith.
"Faith, you're drunk," Buffy said tiredly, sighing. "Scary drunk. Why don't you get up…go inside…sit down…or maybe lay down would be a better option actually. Whatever the case, find someone else to practice a strip show on."
"It's okay, I'm legal now," Faith said brightly, as if this was what Buffy had been concerned about, as she started to work unsteadily at getting to her feet. "Turned it last month…no big birthday bash like our girl B, but it still counts…I can be as drunk as I want…strip if I want…can't even get in trouble, I'm legal!"
Whether or not Faith could legally get drunk had been the last thought on Buffy's mind, although the mention of stripping threw her for several moments. She blinked, somewhat thrown and sidetracked by a different part of Faith's proclamation. Faith hadn't been 21 until last month? God, that was a LOT of years of fake IDs for who knows how many illegal activities then…
It had been Faith's birthday last month?
Buffy sighed loudly again as Faith got to her feet, not yet coming towards her, just standing, swaying slightly and watching Buffy with a continued lopsided smile. So weird…this was so not like Faith, to be like this, so chatty and goofy and grabby…she was like a big three-year-old. Except hornier. Surely Buffy wasn't like this when she was drunk. Of course she wasn't. Still, she decided that she wasn't going to ask around for opinions on that.
Faith was starting towards her again, rambling something about her newly legal drinking status before Buffy cut her off, holding out a hand quickly to ward off any new attempts at gropeage, and eyeing her partly with suspicion, partly with continued exasperated, not quite so angry weariness as Faith approached. If she'd had a headache before, inside the party, it was nothing compared to now, outside of it with an all-too-energetic Faith.
"How much did you drink anyway?"
"Don't know…a lot?" Faith snickered, coming up alongside her, standing close, but not quite touching, looking Buffy up and down slowly. Buffy edged away, tensing and preparing to defend herself from roaming hands again, and Faith grunted. "Damn I gotta pee so bad."
She stumbled slightly and grabbed Buffy's shoulder, steadying herself, and the hypervigilant Buffy backed up hurriedly, causing her to almost fall. Faith scowled, putting out her arms for balance to catch herself.
"Damn, B…you're fast…"
"You are so plastered," Buffy muttered, her jaw tensing again unconsciously, watching the brunette's movements in continued disbelief, and Faith argued.
"Am not…I'm wearing leather, not plastic…you like?"
Grinning at her in what was clearly intended to be irresistible seduction, Faith stroked both hands up her leather clad thighs, and then, as if she had forgotten to stop, continued to caress her palms up over her hips, sides, chest, and even face, her eyes half closing. Buffy found herself staring, her mouth suddenly dry, and she swallowed quickly, tearing her eyes away.
"My hair is soft," Faith murmured, a surprised undertone to her voice now as her fingers reached her hair, and she smoothed her hand over her head again, repeating to herself in a smoky croon. "My hair's soooft."
"I'm not petting you like a cat, if that's what you're getting at," Buffy said quickly, holding up her hands in protest again. "God, Faith, please tell me you don't' plan on driving yourself home. You might as well hand over your keys now, because no way in hell am I letting you drive home when you're over here grabbing me randomly and babbling about your hair. Do you have your keys? You weren't gonna drive, right?"
"Not a car…I'm good with the other kind of stick shift though…might do some of that…" Faith asserted, cocking her eyebrows and grinning, lurching forward slightly on her feet before catching herself, and Buffy actually heard herself growl out loud under her breath, her nails digging into her own palms.
"Oh, shut up!"
She wanted to just start stalking away, car or no car, but there were several problems with that. First of all, it was a pretty long walk back to the Slayer headquarters. Second, she wasn't sure she knew the way. Third, she wasn't sure she even had a key to get inside the building. Fourth, if she took off, Faith the Falling Down Drunk would undoubtedly follow her, and Buffy would have to babysit her, and some vampire might attack and hurt her or even kill her while she was so impaired. She wanted to just run, knowing that Faith could never keep up with her right now, but again, she'd be leaving her to be vamp food. But if she went back inside the party to get Xander's keys…well, first off, she hadn't even seen Xander in the past half hour, and second, there was the mortification factor of returning to a video that would no doubt eclipse Paris Hilton's.
Oh, she was definitely going to kick Andrew's ass. And every other part of him…just why was it that the little twerp still feared Faith, but he didn't fear her?
It looked like the only option Buffy had for the moment though. It was either that or stand out in the parking lot all night listening to Faith babble and trying not to break her fingers to deter her from touching her again.
Exhaling loudly through her nose, her shoulders drawing up, Buffy turned back towards the front door without another word, starting towards it; as she had with great irritation and more than a passing urge to commit violence predicted, Faith made a sound of protest, yelling up the stairs after her.
"I am! I am too good! Ask Robin! Asshole…moron…mama's boy…stupid bastard, he fucked up leaving THIS, he's never gonna get it so good from anyone else! Ask X-Man…ask anyone, anyone you want, they're all, they're all gonna tell you how good I am, I'm the best! Best in bed ever! And on couches…and on tables…and in the car…on the kitchen floor-"
"Oh god I hope not," Buffy said in horror, her face flushing, freezing halfway up the front steps of the club as images of Faith's claims assaulted her mind vividly, and she shook her head as hard as she could, attempting to clear her mind even as her stomach fluttered with a brief excitement she flatly refused to identify as such. "I EAT in the kitchen! AND off of tables!"
This halting gave Faith a chance to lope up behind her, catching up to her, and she suddenly hugged her from behind, not ungently, her hands too close to Buffy's breasts for Buffy's comfort, her chin resting on Buffy's shoulder, dark hair mingling with Buffy's blonde strands. Buffy felt her insides twist, and she squirmed in discomfort…but somehow, for no reason she could understand, she did not pull away.
Or maybe it was for no reason she wanted to understand.
"Bet you're good too," Faith breathed, turning her face towards Buffy's ear and speaking in an exaggerated whisper. Buffy shivered at the tickle of her breath, even as badly as it still smelled of booze. "Another Slayer…might even keep up with me…always wanted to see…"
Buffy told herself to break away, to yell, to firmly deny this, to punch the hell out of Faith…but all she could do, all she could bring herself to do, was choke out Faith's name in a faint near whisper, her body flushed and still, her heart racing as Faith kept her locked in this close embrace, continuing to whisper-scream in her ear in blurred tones.
"Ever wonder what two Slayers would…be like…in bed? I do…B…I do a lot…wanna try it out…B?"
"Faith!" Buffy managed, her voice louder now, but lacking the sharp authority she had wanted. Instead she sounded scared, almost pleading…and she was not moving. Dammit, why wasn't she MOVING?
Faith's hands were slowly, somewhat awkwardly stroking up Buffy's arms now, and Buffy breathed in shakily, trying hard to deny the tingle running through her to her core…she did not, did NOT, enjoy this, none of this, not ANY part of this. She was enduring…just ENDURING….
What the hell was wrong with her? She was PISSED OFF! She was enduring…
"Bet it's wicked hot…way better than with a stupid vampire…don't even get hot, I bet…bet they're all cold. We don't get cold…we don't…."
Faith was still hugging her, still touching her, still so close, gentle…and oh god, Buffy had to stop this, she had to do something, she had to do something NOW.