A/N: And so the fun continues! The drama is coming, I promise you that, but it'll be awhile before we get to that point. Still more light and fluffiness to come, so sit back and enjoy.

Chap. 5: Bachelorettes- December 04

"Thanks, guys, for looking after her tonight," Buffy told the two young Slayers that were going to be keeping an eye on Nevaeh. The little girl had started to look exhausted, and she knew everyone else wanted to get to the bachelorette portion of the night.

"No problem, Mrs. Summers," Carrie, the older at sixteen, told her. Michelle, who was just a year younger, nodded her head in agreement.

"Her pajamas are sitting on her bed. She'll probably go straight to sleep, she's had a long day. Help yourselves to anything in the house." Buffy handed her daughter over to Carrie, kissing the half asleep little girl on the forehead. "I don't know what time we'll be home, but feel free to sleep in the guest room, I'm also told the couch is comfortable to sleep on," she finished with a smirk, glancing across the room at her wife.

The two girls giggled, realizing what Buffy was trying to tell them. Whether Faith had slept on it by choice, or because she was in the dog house, wasn't said out loud, but the teenagers were sure it was the latter.

Faith walked over then to say goodnight to her daughter, and they both watched as the trio made their way out of the room. Once they were out of site, the brunette took notice of the look on her wife's face. "What's that smile for?"

"Oh nothing, just made them think I kicked you out to the couch sometimes," Buffy smirked.

"As if," Faith shot back. Pulling her wife into her arms, wrapping them around her waist, she kissed the blonde on the forehead. "Like you would even try."

It was the truth, they might fight from time to time, but by unspoken agreement, they'd always try to settle it well before bedtime. The one time they didn't, they still shared their bed, just careful not to touch each other. The only time Faith had ever slept on the couch was when she'd stayed up too late watching TV or playing video games, and fell asleep there. She always managed to find her way up to their room by morning though.

"No, I would never try," Buffy admitted, placing a gentle kiss on Faith's lips. "Even when I'm mad at you, I still want you next to me."

"Same here, because I know it's just a speed bump, and eventually we'll get it figured out." The two kissed again, this time letting their passion for each other out to play, forgetting for a moment that they weren't alone in the room.

They finally pulled apart when music filled the room. Now that they had all realized Nevaeh was no longer at the party, it was time to really get down. The two Summers women, smiled at each other, grateful to the people around them. They all respected when the littlest Slayer was around, and acted accordingly. But as soon as she was gone, they'd let loose.

Faith took Buffy's hand, leading them both over to where the bar was set up. Already a line was beginning to form, but they waited patiently for their turn. Buffy opted for a simple, Sex on the Beach, while Faith went straight for the hard stuff, taking several shots of Jack before leaving with a beer in hand.

Whenever they had parties like these, they didn't want to leave the younger girls out. But they made it clear that no underage drinking would be tolerated. If the girls were caught drunk, disciplinary action would be taken, starting with losing patrolling privileges. As most of the girls enjoyed patrolling, they seemed to respect the rules.

They were a private facility, and so long as the girls didn't leave the property, nobody would probably be the wiser. But it wasn't about the fact they weren't legally old enough, it was about respecting the rules of the school. And statistics showed the younger underage drinking began, the more likely the person would have problems. And last thing they needed was girls out on patrol dying because they'd decided to indulge before going out.

Everyone of age however had decided to enjoy the night. Faith went back for several more shots once her beer was gone, and Buffy knew she'd have a very drunk Slayer on her hands. Faith mixing that much Jack with beer was never a good thing. That left her with the decision to keep her own drinking to a minimum, knowing she'd be playing caretaker later.

Apparently Willow had decided to get into the party mood as well. It didn't take much to get the redhead drunk, as she was quite the light weight. It was apparent she'd had more than enough when she got up on a table and began dancing completely uncoordinatedly. Poor Tara stood below her with half a look of love, and half, 'what the hell should I do?" Seemed like Buffy wasn't the only one that was gonna be taking care of her girl tonight.

She was about to walk over to the two witches and offer some help to get Willow down, when she noticed out of the corner of her eye her wife trying to hand Dawn a beer. Yep, her wife was definitely drunk. She wouldn't be offering if she wasn't.

Torn between who to get out of a bad situation, Buffy made her way over to her wife and sister, hoping if anything happened, Tara would use magic to help Willow if it came down to it.

Catching sight of the blonde making her way over, Dawn help up her hands. "Buffy, I swear, I wasn't taking it."

Her sister had certainly grown up these last few years. It wasn't that long ago, Dawn would have been begging for just a taste. Anything to be like all the older people in her life. "I know you weren't," Buffy told her, taking the beer out of Faith's hand and turning to look her wife in the eyes. "Baby, Dawn's not old enough to drink this," she told her, holding up the bottle to make her point.

"She ain't?" Faith slurred.

"No, she's not."

"Well, maybe she can drink it anyway. I won't tell anyone," Faith laughed, giggling slightly.

Buffy smiled, Faith almost became childish when she got this drunk, and as cute as it was, she knew they'd both be paying for it later. "That wouldn't be fair to all the other girls, now would it?"

"Then let them all drink," Faith shouted, too out of it to realize she was doing so.

"Maybe it's time we get you home."

"But I wanna dance," the Boston girl whined.

Buffy smiled, pulling Faith by the hand and leading her over to the dance floor. She hadn't had the chance to dance with her wife yet tonight, and she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Besides, giving Faith what she wanted might be the only way to get her to agree to go home.

The dance floor was filled with half drunk Slayers, and a few of the sober ones that were pulled on by their drunk friends. No one could say that their school wasn't very gay friendly. Course even straight girls could be coerced into a little girl-on-girl action with enough alcohol, but nobody bothered to bat an eye and several of the girls danced closely, some even making out. One couple was obviously so far gone they were practically going at it right in front of everyone.

Knowing she had her own Slayer to worry about, she signaled for Xander to do something about the couple, not wanting them to have to face the embarrassment in the morning if they did more than they meant too. Between him and Anya, they managed to get the couple off the dance floor, and it looked they'd be escorting them all the way to the dorms.

She danced several songs with Faith, before excusing herself for a break. Her wife opted to stay and dance alone. The blonde had a smile on her face as she walked towards the tables, knowing exactly what her drunken wife looked like out there. She found Tara seated at one of the tables, with a half asleep Willow resting on her shoulder.

"Looks like someone had a little too much fun," she teased her friend, who barely nodded her head.

"Yeah good thing the wedding is still a couple days off, don't think she'll be fit tomorrow," Tara agreed, placing a kiss in the red hair. "Took me forever to convince her to get off that table. About falling down on her ass finally convinced her."

Both Buffy and Willow gave Tara a look of disbelief at that. Willow rarely heard the woman swear, and Buffy was sure she never had. But then, Tara didn't seem as sober as the Slayer had originally thought she was.

"This is a bachelorette party, where's the strippers?" Faith yelled, as she finally made her way over to the table where the friends sat.

"Honey, there's no strippers," Buffy told her, as she guided her to sit down in the empty seat beside her.

"No strippers?" Faith asked again for clarification.

Buffy gave her a look, as if to ask if she really wanted to be looking at half naked girls that weren't her wife, but the look escaped Faith's attention. So instead Buffy tried another tactic. Leaning over, she whispered in the brunette's ear, "Tell ya what, when we get home, I'll strip for you."

Shocked, Faith swung her head around to look at Buffy. "You'd really strip for me?" she asked far too loudly for Buffy's comfort.

"Shh. And yes, when we get home."

"Let's get out of here."

"Seems I've finally managed to convince my wife it's time to go home. Have a good night, guys." Buffy stood, helping Faith up. Wrapping an arm around Faith, she half guided, half helped keep her wife up straight as they made their way back to their small house.

When they finally walked through their front door, Buffy turned her wife in the direction of their bedroom and walked into the living room to find both their baby-sitters, curled together on the couch, fast asleep with the TV still on. She walked over and hit power on the remote, before covering both girls with an extra blanket on the back of the couch. She didn't have the heart to wake them, so it looked like they'd be staying the night.

Buffy made her way up the stairs, unsure of what she'd find when she went into their bedroom. Faith might have passed out by now, but then when she drank that much, it usually made her extremely horny, so it was possible she was in their waiting for the fun to begin.

She could wait another few minutes though. First the Mom in her needed to check on their daughter. She was happy to see the door cracked open, she'd forgotten to mention that to the girls. Nevaeh didn't like the door completely shut, she needed it open just a crack so she could see out if she felt the need.

A soft glow lit up the room from the nightlight next to the door as she made her way inside. Vaeh slept soundly on her side, her arms wrapped around the fuzzy pink blanket she'd had since she was a baby.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ran her hands lightly through her daughter's hair, taking a moment just to watch her sleep. She used to sit for hours and watch her sleep when she was a baby. A part of her probably afraid that someday it would all end, that Vaeh would be taken from her. She hadn't since her and Faith got together, and they found out she belonged to her. She wouldn't love her any less if she wasn't hers biologically, but a part of her wished they'd known from the beginning, from conception even.

Looking back, she wondered what life would have been like if they had known. Probably wouldn't have been much different. Not like she could share in the joy of Faith's pregnancy with the other girl behind bars. But she wondered what it would have been like to put her hands on the rounded belly and feel the life growing inside.

Hopefully they'd get their chance for that soon.

Placing a kiss in the little girl's curls, she got up and made her way into her own room. Just as she suspected, Faith had passed out shortly after getting to their room. She was face down in the middle of their bed.

"Great, now I'm going to have to move you too." Figuring Faith was good where she was for a few minutes more, she went into the connecting bathroom and got herself ready for bed first.

Once that was accomplished, she made her way back into the room and sat down beside Faith. Pulling the taller girl's legs up in the air, she slipped off her boots first. Then rolled her over, unbuttoning her pants and pulled them down her wife's legs. The shirt would have to stay, there was no way she could get that off her. Pulling back the covers as best as she could, she pushed Faith until she was in the opened spot, then went and slipped in from the other side, tucking them both in.

"Hmm, B?" Faith whispered, the sleep evident in her voice.

"Shh, baby, go back to sleep," Buffy whispered back, pulling their bodies closer together.

"But you promised me a strip dance."

Buffy laughed, placing a kiss on Faith's ear. "Go to sleep, baby. I'll give you that dance another time."

"You promise?"

"I promise," the blonde told her, hugging her even closer.

"Okay, night, B."

"Night, baby. I love you." It fell on deaf ears, as a slight snore left Faith's body.