Serious Talking

Bree stared at the screen with utter shock written on her face. She soon found herself exiting her house and, before she knew it, she was standing outside Faith's house, banging her fist against the door, resolve and anger coursing through her veins. As soon as Faith opened the door, Bree pushed past her and into her house. 'Faith, I am not an idiot. I know something is going on and I demand that you tell me what it is.'

'What the fuck are you talking about, Bree?' Faith threw back at her. Bree marched right up to Faith and looked her in the eyes. 'I know you went to prison for murder and that you escaped a few years ago.'

Alarm flashed in Faith's eyes for a second.

But only for a second.

Faith's 'not-bothered' demeanor soon made a return and she gave Bree one of her most dazzling smiles. 'Lets talk about this over drinks tonight,' she said casually before plonking herself down on her couch and turning on the TV. Bree stared at her with her mouth hanging open slightly in shock. She then picked up the TV remote and turned the TV off. 'No, I want to talk about it now,' she argued adamantly. Faith looked up at Bree with annoyance. 'Look, Red, I can't talk now I gotta go to work in 10 minutes. If we go out tonight, I can give you all my time so surely that's better.' Bree didn't like the sound of 'drinks' but she did seem to be making sense. If finding out the truth to protect her neighbourhood meant spending an evening with a murderer then that is what she would do. 'Fine. We'll do it your way,' she agreed reluctantly. 'Oh and don't call me 'Red'.'

Faith smirked and called out the door as Bree left, 'I'll pick you up at 8. And wear something nice!' She finally let the alarm show the only way a slayer knows how; she kicked over the coffee table.

'No you are not wearing that.' Faith looked Bree up and down shaking her head.

'Well I'm sorry that I don't want to dress like a...like a hooker like some people,' Bree defensively shot back. She couldn't believe that she was actually going out for drinks with this woman. Oh the lengths she would go to to find out what she wanted.

Faith crossed Bree's threshold and entered her house, only stopping when she was a step away from the confused red head. 'What do you think you're doing?' Bree exclaimed in shock as Faith unbuttoned Bree's blouse a few buttons. 'Little better,' Faith said as stepped back to look at the result. She had to admit, Bree was looking hot if not a little overdressed. Bree was flustered and confused by the looks she was receiving from Faith and hurried past her out of the door. 'We'd better get going. We have a lot to talk about,' Bree said, eyeing Faith wearily for the last part.

'When you said 'going for drinks' this is not quite what I had in mind,' Bree shouted over the unbearable noise of the club Faith had just dragged her into. Faith pushed her down onto a stool at the bar as she took the other one.

'Calm down, Mary Poppins. We'll have plenty of time to talk,' she shouted back before ordering them both a drink. Faith downed hers immediately whilst Bree sniffed her shot with disdain. 'You wouldn't happen to have anything...nicer than this would you?' Bree asked the guy at the bar tentatively. Faith smirked as he sneered at her. 'What did you have in mind?'

'Oh I don't know...maybe a nice glass of Pinot grigio?'

'Pinot what-y-what? Look, lady. We got what I gave you. Either drink it or don't,' the guy said before moving to serve someone else. Bree, miffed at being spoken to so rudely, looked sideways at the brunette next to her who was chuckling quietly. She frowned and shouted over the music, 'I don't know what's so funny, other than the fact that you would drink this filth.' Faith, unfazed, replied, 'Bree, listen to me. You can either sit here as the tight-ass you are normally so good at being whilst getting absolutely nothing out of me or you can let your hair down for once. You'd be surprised how it might loosen my lips.' Bree, although she hated to admit it, saw that what Faith was saying actually made some sense. Taking a deep breath, she down the drink, squirming with disgust afterwards. Faith nodded in encouragement, smiling. 'There you go. Was that so hard?'

'Hard? No. Incredibly unpleasant? Absolutely,' Bree said as she felt the liquid making it's way down her throat. Faith grinned one of her dazzling grins and ordered them another few shots. Bree looked at her in horror. 'You can't be serious.'

Faith only shot her another smile before saying, 'bottoms up.'

Bree felt very sleepy in the cab on the way home. Alcohol had always done that to her. The whole evening had been a complete blur. She vaguely remembered Faith insisting they dance and, when she refused, going to dance by herself. She remembered watching Faith as the younger girl's hips swayed easily to the music and both guys and girls swarmed around her like a fly to the light. She had teased them a bit before making her way over to an entranced Bree and dragging her by the hand to the dance floor. The rest was a complete haze to Bree and, to be honest, she was thankful. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Bree realised Faith was chatting away in earnest to her and that the cab was pulling itself up outside her house. To her absolute and utter shock, Bree soon felt a pair of full lips pressing against her own. Against her will, Bree moaned into the kiss, knowing deep down that this was the very definition of wrong. Still, she was unable to stop her hands coming up to cup Faith's face. Faith took this as an invitation to lean over Bree, pushing her against the car door, increasing the pressure of the kiss. Something tingled in Bree's most private areas as Faith's tongue darted out and trailed a line along Bree's lower lip, requesting entry. Bree gasped into the kiss, giving Faith the room she needed to let her tongue slip into Bree's. This act caused Bree to finally crash back into reality and she immediately shoved the slayer away from her. Without another look at Faith, Bree practically fell out of the car and ran inside her house. She leant against the door as she slammed it shut and breathed deep as she slid down it to the floor. What the hell was going on with her