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Last time:

Buffy seemed to lose her bearings for a second as I opened my arm and motioned for her to come lie down with me. She did as instructed and snuggled carefully into my side.

"You and me chick, we'll be alright."

All in all I thought, it was the weirdest but deepest conversation I ever had with the blonde. No matter what may come at us in the morning, at least I knew I was forgiven. By all of them. By her.

I opened my eyes again to see the sunlight peering in the room from behind the closed curtains. I peered down to my chest to see blonde hair spread out over it. I sighed happily, to know that Buffy had stayed the night even when I was up and talking somehow meant a great deal more than It should but I couldn't allow my rational brain to ruin this little moment of peace for me. It seemed as if the blonde was already up because her head rose from my chest to watch me with a sleepy smile. God she looked adorable first thing in the morning.

"Good morning Faith."

I smiled down at her with a small smirk and before I could stop myself my hand reached out to tuck some flaxen hair behind her ear already. It only earned me a slow surprised blink and a slight blush covering her cheeks.

"Morning B. Sleep well?"

I waggled my eyebrows and jutted my chest out a little. It was enough to see her flush and the fleeting glance she sent my breasts just lingered a tad too long to be purely innocent, but then again it probably was just my sleepy mind seeing things that weren't really there.

"Yeah, I'm uhm sorry y'know for uh..Well..."

I laughed goodheartedly at that and wrapped my arms a bit tighter around her, giving her a slight squeeze which earned me a genuine smile. Her eyes lit up a little at my playfulness and once she realized I wasn't the least bit bothered by it she allowed herself to roll over, half on top of me ( I tried not to think about the thigh that was already nestled in between my legs) as her arm that wasn't underneath me came to rest on my collar bones. As her pretty head took its rest upon it I realized just how close her face was to mine. Only a slight dip of my head would be enough to brush my lips against her, to taste the flavor that was Buffy Summers. Oh and how I wanted to kiss those pink, soft looking lips. I cleared my throat a bit and took a deep breath, which happened to only enhance the humming in the lower parts of my body as her unique sent filled my nostrils.

"It's cool B."

My voice came out raspy and low and I hoped she'd think it was still due to sleep and not so much the coiling of my lower stomach as her fingers aimlessly traced a pattern on my collar bone. Sure me and B had been in each other's personal space before but that was almost always fueled by anger or frustration and some underlying sexual tension (at least on my part) but this, this was nothing like the snarling insults or the violent grabbing we did when we got into each other's face for whatever reason we were fighting about that time. This time, Buffy chose to lie so close to me, she chose to allow herself to be comfortable enough around me and I liked it. I liked it way too much for it to just stay friendly. If she didn't stop gazing at me with those hypnotic hazel eyes of hers I would surely cross the line and kiss her. Why does she have to be so enticing?

"'Sides, I don't blame ya for napping on my rack. These babies are soft like pillows. Although I hafta say usually when people drool on them it ain't due to actual sleeping, if ya catch my drift Blondie."

Her cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson at that and once again I caught her glancing at my breasts, probably making sure she hadn't really drooled on them. I lifted my left arm from her waist and tilted her chin up towards me to give her an assuring smile. I wanted her to know I was just teasing; the poor innocent girl would probably have a heart attack if I didn't. I remembered how she used to react to my flirting and advances. It was either blushing and squirming inappropriately or snarling some insult at me, some jab about my promiscuous ways. She never knew that apart from Xander, I hadn't fucked anyone since I set foot in Old Sunnydale. The quick roll in the shag with the boy only confirming that no matter whom I was sharing the sheets, I couldn't think of anyone but her.

"I didn't, I don't think I really drooled. Well not that much."

Her stammering was cute and her nose scrunched up in a small second of confusion. I chuckled which caught her attention. I could feel her prying eyes on my neck, trailing up to my lips. Shit is it possible to feel someone's stare on your lips. I kept my eyes locked on her gaze. Like was that even a thing?

"Wouldn't mind."

My voice was low, husky and it was the voice Cordelia jokingly called the "thrall". She said it's the voice I used when talking someone into my bed, which I didn't need to do very much. I still had a wicked body, at least of that I was sure considering the many times girls and boys tried to hook up with me back in LA. I never really did too many one night stands anymore. I tried a couple of relationships but they never really worked out. Cordelia once confessed she had a crush on me and we kissed. She was a nice kisser and she knew me well enough so soon enough we were dating and that moved to fucking – let me tell you she's a wild cat in bed. But after a couple of months the fighting was just too much. We didn't match as a couple, we always had as friends but the pressure of being in a relationship and the things we demanded from ourselves and each other were ruining every good thing we still had left. So we split and worked out our issues. I was glad to say Cordy and I pulled through it and were now stronger than ever. Sometimes we still slept together, we still kissed when our emotions were running high or something really bad had happened and we just needed someone to feel something. It never messed up the friendship because it didn't change what we were. I was glad for that. But as her Buffy let her eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips I felt something I hadn't felt with any of the other people I ever shared a kiss with, not even good old Cordy.

"Hmm."

As she hummed her body slowly inched more and more on top of me as she moved up closer. My hand wrapped itself around her cheek and cupped it. I licked my lips in anticipation as I watched her pink tongue dart out to do the same. Was it happening? She inched even closer and I could feel her breath hitting my lips. Her scent was overwhelming my system, my brain turning hazy and my body trembling with excitement. This was it, what I waited for since I met her years ago. I could feel the faintest of brushes of her lips and the sparks started flying already but before she could fully press her lips against mine I heard thunderous steps coming up the stairway. The loud noises seemed to snap Buffy out of her daze as she quickly pulled back with wide eyes darting everywhere and avoiding me. I sighed in frustration as the steps slowly faded again in the distance and stared at the ceiling to collect myself. I slowly gave her a push and she rolled off of me to the side of the bed she'd been occupying the previous nights.

"Faith I-"

I cut her off with a finger on her lips as I hovered over her a bit, her eyes widening again and her pupils dilating a little bit. This was still Buddy Summers after all, goodie two shoes extraordinaire and of course as she'd always been – straight. I hadn't expected that to change in all the time I'd been away. Our slayer bond was something special for sure but it didn't mean she would suddenly be open to try anything with a girl. I smiled at her sweetly to assure her it was all cool with me, whatever happened or didn't just happen.

"'S cool be. 'S all fine I get it. We went through some shit these weeks, you was scared I wasn't waking up and you was being a little emotional now that I am up and all."

Her eyes hardened at my words, probably for hitting the nail on the head once again. But she opened her mouth to protest again and again I cut her off, not really wanting to hear the rejection from her own lips even if they had been so close to mine. I'd seen the panic settle in her eyes when she realized what was happening, I'd seen the fear and the uncertainty. She didn't want to be kissing me. Suddenly I was assaulted with images of an outraged Buffy confirming her heterosexuality every time I hit on her or gave her ass a playful slap. The glares had only aroused me more back then.

"I won't read anymore into it B. I know you're straight, I remember you telling me that millions of times in Sunny D. It's all good yeah?"

I pulled away from her not looking at her expression and rolled off the bed myself, surprised at how much better I was feeling. The strength seemed to be returning to my bones by the minute and as I stretched I felt no broken ribs or internal bleedings anywhere. Wicca's certainly knew what they were doing. I stood up to watch Buddy regard me with a curious gaze, her eyes stuck on my stomach for some reason. The tank top had ridden up a bit showing off some olive toned flesh of mine. Surprisingly I didn't see a big bruise peering out from underneath it. I lifted the tank top up a bit by the hem and watched amazed as there were only a couple faint yellow patches littered across my skin instead of it consisting out of angry purple and blue bruises – like a freaking patch work. I smiled happily. This meant I could actually get up and be of use to everyone. Yes time for action! I glanced to Buffy to see her eyes focused on my skin; I would almost say it her roaming eyes felt like she was checking me out. I dropped the fabric to let it cover my abs once more and I heard a tiny whimper at the action. When our eyes met I swore a saw the hunger swirling in them but I quickly shook my head clearing my thoughts. I wasn't going to let my hormones ruin this second chance I'd been given by the Blonde. Lord knows I almost just did.

"I know. It's amazing right?"

Her eyes blinked in surprise and a frown appeared as she raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Cocky much?"

Her sass stunned me for a second as I watched her sit up straight and cross her arms with an annoyed huff. Until I realized she thought I was referring to my obvious abs.

"Hah no B not at all. 'Sides I'm sure you got as much muscle underneath your pristine outfits as I do. 'Was talkin' 'bout the bruises. They've healed like ten times faster than la – I thought they would."

I walked around the bed and nearly hit myself for misspeaking. I strutted past her towards the closet where I'd put my bag. As I opened the doors I caught a small glance at the blonde sitting behind me.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry Faith I don't even know where that came from!"

I chuckled.

"I do B. It's how you used to act with me. It's cool."

I turned around with the bag in my arms. It wasn't really heavy since I'd left the weaponry stuff downstairs. There wasn't a lot I thought to bring except for some clothes, my wallet and laptop.

"No it's NOT Faith. I told you I wanted this to work. I wanted to fix what went wrong with us yet at the slightest possible reappearance of your old habits I go and act like a bitch."

She seemed rather upset with herself so I just made my way towards the bed, dropping the black bag on the mattress and move a hand to hers that was resting on her knees. She was half sitting on the side of the bed now and I squeezed her fingers quickly to let her know I wasn't upset with her.

"I get it B. I do."

She glanced up at me with regretful eyes and I wished I could just wipe the look of remorse off her pretty face. Her pouting was too cute though and I found myself looking at her jutted lips. Clearing my throat again I unpacked some jeans and a burgundy red, silk, button up shirt.

"I still am sorry though, for reacting the way I did."

I just shrugged at her and met her gaze head on.

"We haven't talked in ages B. I don't expect you to just forget about shit because you decided you've forgiven me. There's a lot of bad blood between us and you're right we should work it out. We really should but I was hoping we could do that and still keep a bit of our old ways in this new... well whatever this is."

She lifted an eyebrow and looked at me with a little mirth shining in her eyes.

"So you'll keep on riling me up with inappropriate innuendos and turning everything we say into a sex joke?"

I smirked at that.

"Yeah B, and that's not even the best part of it!"

She raised her second eyebrow and leaned towards me which had me gulping a breath for a minute before the playful glint in her eyes registered. I smirked as she seemed to recall the familiar bantering ways we had long before I turned dark.

"Oh and tell me then Faith, what is the best part then?"

I shrugged before staring into her smoldering green eyes and leaning forward, so that we were almost nose to nose. I dropped my eyes to her lips and met her gaze again this time letting my voice drop on purpose.

"Your reactions. Cuz deny it all you want sister, you love it when I rile you up. Makes you just wanna, ungh."

I said it all in a low, husky tone and put the emphasis on the moan like sound at the end of the sentence. This time however she didn't pull away with an outraged expression even though her cheeks and neck flushed a delicious pink. In fact she even licked her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. But a knock on the door interrupted what she was going to say and broke the spell once more. I pulled away and sent her a quick wink which gave her a little assurance as her lips curled into an uneasy smile before I said something along the lines of 'Chill B. See we're still good at it.' As a second knock resounded I cleared my throat again, I was gonna have massive throat problems if this shit kept happening and raised my voice so the person on the other door could hear me.

"Come in."

The door creaked open and a sheepish looking Dawn appeared. I felt Buffy's glare from miles away and as I glanced at the clock I knew why. Dawn was late for school, like seriously late.

"Hey Kid."

I ushered her in quickly and took her in my arms for a fleeting moment. I felt her strong, long fingers wrap around my biceps squeezing them a little before she stepped back again.

"Hi Faye. I wanted to see you before I went and Angel just came down to tell us he thought you were awake since he heard voices in here and well I figured I could just knock and see if you really were awa-"

I interrupted her ramblings with a hearty chuckle and grabbed her hand in mine.

"I get it Kid; you wanted to come say hi before you left for school. No biggie."

I heard a scoff to my right but ignored her. Dawn merely rolled her eyes at her sister.

"Yeah well Cordy is waiting in the car, she's going to drive me to school and she told me to tell you to be ready for her when she gets back."

I smiled at the words, knowing all too well that Cordelia was going to drag me around for an entire day now that I was up and about. I nodded and squeezed her hand again before letting it fall back to her side, all the while feeling the curious stare of Buffy on it.

"Tell her I can take anything she's ready to dish out. I know how to handle her."

Dawn blushed at the playful way the words came out of my mouth, clearly still thinking I meant more than I actually did. I never really was able to make anything sound less dirty or laced with another meaning no matter how much I tried. Cordelia always said it was a curse and a gift at once. I couldn't agree with her more as I felt Buffy glare at my head. Why she seemed to do so I had no idea.

"Yeah, cool I'll tell her. It's good to see you up and walking though. How are the bruises?"

I lifted the tank top up again and heard her gasp with surprise before briefly letting her fingertips trail over the healing flesh.

"Yeah I know Willow seems to have found a way to make it all heal some faster. I'm gonna hafta thank her for that."

Dawn nodded and as a car horn resounded outside I caught eh faint blush that spread across her cheeks again. I dropped the fabric and she took a step closer, wrapping her arms around my neck and pecking my cheek before she stepped back.

"You should. But I really gotta go; I don't want to piss off Cordy."

I chuckled at that.

"No you wouldn't."

She smiled before she made her way towards the door and glanced back at her sister.

"Are you coming down the stairs too? Breakfast is ready. Xander made waffles."

She looked hard at her sister but Buffy seemed torn for some reason as her eyes flickered between the door and me.

"It's cool B. You go ahead, I'll be right down. Gotta change an' freshen up a little. I probably reek from lazing in the bed out for weeks."

"You weren't lazing about Faith! How can you say that! You were seriously ill because of the spell!"

I was shocked at her reply; she was seemingly defending me against myself? The thought was confusing but Dawn merely rolled her eyes at the overreaction of her sister. I caught her gaze and she shrugged at me as if to say 'this isn't the first time she's done this' and I looked baffled at Buffy again. I wasn't sure what to say to make her calm down.

"I know B. It wasn't some dig at myself okay? I was just trying to make light of things yeah?"

Her hardened gaze softened immediately and she blinked twice as if to shake her head of the thoughts she had been thinking.

"Right, god sorry Faith. Again."

Dawn shot me a curious look but I blew her off lightly.

"It's cool B."

She stood up and came closer to me, grabbing both my hands in hers.

"Do you feel okay enough to dress yourself? You sure you don't need me to stay and help?"

I had no idea what she was really asking me, there seemed to be something hidden underneath the words she just uttered. Was this still about the almost kiss we had earlier?

"I'm fine B. Stop worrying so much okay? I told you last night, I will be alright."

I pulled her into my arms briefly and felt her relax against my body. God she must've been really worried about me huh to be acting so concerned and all. It still threw me a bit but I wasn't going to lie. I liked it that she cared, I liked that I could pull her in a hug now without preamble.

"We'll be alright, you and me."

I mumbled the words into her hair, willing her to find herself again. She looked so out of sorts, so broken almost that I had trouble recognizing the Golden Hero I was so used to see in her. It seemed as if she was tired, so damn tired. I could relate to that. I had not been around as long as she had but fighting side by side with Angel had taken its toll on my life as well. I knew Angel was even more worn out because he was the leader after all – and down here in the New Sunnydale, Buffy was the leader once more. For a fleeting moment I wondered if she still wanted to be the one everyone turned to. Unlike before the big war she'd looked less adamant about taking charge and bossing everyone around these days I'd been around. Maybe she finally learned to delegate a bit. Sure couldn't hurt. I rubbed her arms up and down before turning her around and pushing her towards the door again into the waiting arms of a sad looking Dawn.

"It's okay Buffy, you heard Faith let's go downstairs."

The soft tone in which she spoke to her sister had me thrown even more. Something was definitely up with Buffy because it wasn't like Dawn not to act like a brat around her sister. My heart clenched painfully at the thought that maybe Buffy wasn't all that strong as she'd always portrayed to be. After all, everyone has a breaking point.

Dawn looked at me with apologetic eyes before she closed the door. I sighed heavily and turned to get dressed. A shower would certainly do some good I figured as I sniffed under my arms. God and you let Buffy lie close to you stinking like you do? Ugh. I grabbed the clothes and stalked towards the ensuite bathroom, humming an old tune under my breath unaware that it was a melody I hadn't ever remembered learning – or not consciously at least.