Solutions and Disappointments
For the next few days, Bree was torn. Part of her knew that having sexual thoughts about another woman was wrong and told her to listen to her morals. The other part, however, desired Faith like she had never desired anyone before. These two conflicting thoughts fought valiantly with each other until Bree came up with an acceptable solution. She would settle her want for Faith by having sex with her (whatever that entailed) and then, once this need was met, she could move on with her life as the straight Christian woman she was. Yes, this plan seemed to make lot of sense.
That night, she put on her sexiest lingerie and made her way over to Faith's, her heart racing in anticipation. She grasped the wine bottle she was carrying tightly, nervous about what was to come. She stood at the door for a few seconds, taking deep breaths, before ringing the doorbell. Bree blinked a couple of times in shock as a young blond woman answered the door. She had never seen Faith have any guests round to her house before. The young woman looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. Bree quickly pulled herself together and plastered on a strained smile.
"Hello, I'm Bree Van Der Kamp. I live across the street. Is Faith around by any chance?"
Before the girl could reply, Faith squeezed herself in next to her in the doorway, a confused expression written on her face.
"Hey, Bree. I didn't think I'd see you around here anytime soon."
"Yes well I just thought we had some things to discuss."
Bree couldn't help but notice how frazzled Faith seemed to be. She got the impression that this guest was not necessarily completely welcome.
"You know, that sounds great Bree but now really isn't the best time. Tomorrow maybe?"
Bree nodded, that smile still frozen on her face hiding the embarrassment and hurt that she really felt.
"It wasn't that important anyway," Bree added. The blonde girl watched the whole conversation, bemused.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Bree asked, her voice slightly strained.
"Oh, this is Buffy,' Faith said, giving Bree a guarded look.
Bree started. She quickly came to the conclusion that she was interrupting something quite private.
"Oh nice to meet you," she said to Buffy. "I'll be off then. Goodbye, Faith."
Faith waved as Bree hurried home. As soon as the red head was out of earshot, Buffy turned on Faith.
"What the hell was that about?"
They shut the door and went back into the house.
"What was what about, B? You gonna find another thing to lecture me about?"
"Why are you having people over? The reason you are here is to slay the vamps, not to make middle-aged friends!"
"Okay, first of all, i'm not having people over. She just turned up uninvited and, second thing, how the fuck am I supposed to keep a secret identity if I act all mysterious and secretive? I have to make friends so they don't suspect anything!"
Buffy was still not convinced. "Okay, I understand that, but she seemed to be more than just a neighbour. Hell, she brought a friking wine bottle with her.'
Faith was startled. "She did? Huh..."
"It's a good thing the council sent me here to help you, Faith. I heard one person has already been killed. It's obvious to me that you don't have things under control," Buffy said, walking into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Faith followed her, anger starting to make an appearance.
"Oh, you're just loving this, aren't you, B. The screw-up slayer once again fails and it's Buffy to the rescue!"
"Well if you just wouldn't screw up, we wouldn't be having this problem."
The two slayers looked at each other stonily for a few moments before Faith went up to bed. She was gonna need all the rest she could get.