Decisions

A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning, Faith stumbled through the door. She groaned in pain as she stumped her toe and limped over to the couch where is subsequently fell into a restless and troubled sleep.

Faith woke up with a terrible headache, hungover from the night before. Looking around, she realised that now she was in her own bed. Buffy must have carried her up she concluded, although she couldn't figure out why Buffy would do such a kind thing after their little 'conversation' the day before. Faith sighed as her clouded memory started to become clearer. She hadn't ended up having sex with anyone and deep down, she knew it was because of Bree. Every other thought was of the red head and Faith knew that she was handling things really badly. Sex meant more to Bree than it did to her and she could only imagine the pain and confusion Bree was feeling. With a deep sigh, she pushed herself up out of bed and walked slowly down to breakfast. Her hangover was starting to ebb already; being a slayer definitely had it's advantages.

"Morning," Faith said to Buffy who was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Afternoon more like," Buffy said nodding towards the clock. Faith made a face when she saw it was in fact 1:00 pm. Looks like breakfast was gonna be lunch. She opened the refrigerator and started rummaging for food.

"So how was your night?" Buffy asked, her voice slightly tainted with bitterness.

"Alright I guess. Didn't do anything you wouldn't do if that's where you're going with this," Faith said evenly, preparing herself for the onslaught that was almost certainly coming. Instead, Buffy just nodded coldly and went back to eating her salad. Faith turned around and looked her up and down. Something wasn't right and she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Shrugging, Faith grabbed some leftover pasta and sat opposite the blonde who seemed intent on giving her the cold shoulder. Faith made a big effort to eat as loudly as she could, trying to get a reaction out of Buffy. She knew that this kind of thing would drive the other slayer crazy. Finally, Buffy snapped.

"Faith, for God's sakes will you grow up!"

Faith smirked and wiggled her chest a little, looking at her ample breasts. Giving them a slight squeeze she said, "I think I've 'grown up' enough B. Don't you?" she said, looking up with a sexy grin at Buffy. She was very unprepared to see Buffy staring at her chest with a dazed look however and didn't quite know how to react.

"Er B? Anyone home?" she asked, her voice less sure than it was before. Buffy immediately slammed back to reality, that cold look returning in her eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant, Faith," she replied to her previous statement, her voice slightly thicker than it had been before. They ate in silence for the rest of the meal. Faith tried to figure out what was going on with Buffy. First of all Buffy was angry about her hurting Bree, the next she was ogling her chest. Faith glanced at Buffy who quickly looked away from her. Faith figured she must have been watching her. Suddenly, as if she was smacked in the face, Faith got it. Buffy wanted her. She wanted HER. How long she waited for this day to come, Faith didn't know, but she was absolutely positively sure of it now. Even so, she decided to test it out a bit. Watching Buffy the whole time, Faith lifted her arms up and stretched, groaning slightly. She noticed Buffy's breathing quicken and saw her swallow heavily. Yep, she was definitely being wanted. The only question was, what to do about it. Part of her had always loved Buffy and wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her senseless. She got a bit breathless just of the thought. The other part however, could not get Bree out of her mind. She didn't know how, but Bree had somehow managed to get roots into her brain so there wasn't much room left for anything else. She decided that before she could make any decisions about anything, she really needed to have a serious talk with Bree. She was being a coward and Bree deserved more than that. Putting her plate in the sink, she told Buffy of her plans to go over to Bree's. Faith noticed jealously flash in Buffy's eyes for a second before the blonde shrugged and mumbled about the chores she had to do anyway. Faith nodded slowly, realising now that the once exciting position to be in was now turning into a bit of a problem. Giving Buffy one last long look, she hurried out of the house to Bree's.

Bree numbly let Faith in, her face one of complete surprise. She really hadn't expected to see the slayer in, well, forever. If what Buffy had said was true, then Faith should be halfway across the country by now, or at least lying in bed with some other sucker. As Faith turned to face her, Bree's numbness subsided and something else took it's place.

Anger.

Heat rushed to her face her body began to tremble with the violence of these new feelings. Shooting daggers at the cause of all this anger Bree began to unload.

"How could you?" she spat, her jaw clenched.

"Bree, I'm sorry, I..."

"...you used me. I let you in and you used me! Nobody, and I mean nobody has ever made me feel so small. Not even Rex when I discovered he had been having an affair. At least then I knew that he still loved me. You, Faith, on the other hand, played me from the beginning. Oh yes, I fell right into your little trap. Pushing aside my morals, my core values, I let myself fall in love with you. And you...you avoided me afterwards! Pretended like it never happened! You went clubbing and probably found some other silly girl or guy to use. Me being a mere notch on your bedpost."

The two women stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, measuring each other up.

"So then I feel I have to ask the question, why are you here now?" Bree said, her eyes full of unshed tears, the raw hurt she was feeling seeping into her voice. Faith had listened to Bree's little outburst, absorbing all of the anger and hurt radiating off of the red head.

"Bree, I really don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just..."

"It's just what, Faith? You aren't mature enough to deal with adult emotions?"

"...No. Yes. I don't know! You have to understand something about me Bree. In all my life, I have never been loved and so naturally I don't know how to deal with it. That night was...it was incredible. I've never been in such an intimate situation before and I couldn't handle it. I'm really sorry, Bree. Sorry I couldn't be what you needed," Faith said, realising that she just had to be honest. Bree sighed, her anger fading away. She suddenly had this overwhelming need to hold Faith.

"Faith, like I said before, I love you. I really do. I would really like to give us a try but I need you to want it too. I need you to want it enough so you won't give up on it when things get tough because, trust me when I say they won't be easy. What do you say?" Bree asked, hope in her voice.

Faith felt her heart feel somehow fuller when Bree said this and she smiled warmly at the older woman. Suddenly, Buffy's face flashed in her mind.

"Bree, that sounds really great but we have a problem. I think Buffy has feelings for me. No wait, I know Buffy has feelings for me. I don't know what to do."

Bree stood observing the brunette for a few seconds before sighing.

"Well what do you want to do?"

Faith looked at Bree helplessly. Bree walked towards Faith and took her hand.

"It will come to you."