After we waded though the pool of drool that, Faith and Xander, had established during the movie, we decided to go with Will's idea for coffee.
"That movie couldn't have been any sicker!" Faith shouted as we found our normal seats, toward the back at the Espresso Pump, causing a few people to look in our direction.
"Yeah, we got the first thousand times you said it." I roll my eyes. I really don't like how she pretty much ignored me though out the entire movie.
"Wow Buff, could you get any greener?" Xander ask, with a sly grin on his face.
"Greener?" I ask not really sure what he's talking about.
"Yeah, with envy." They all try to hide their chuckles. I give them all a glare.
How dare he?! How would he feel if his girlfriend drooled over some other person other than him, while they were sitting right next to him?
"Well Alexander, if you had a girlfriend you would know why." I retort. He looks a little hurt and throws back.
"Bitter much?" Willow and Faith give each other a look. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have gone there.
"Geez, B. Dial your jealousy knob back a little bit." Faith says, as she throws her arm around the back of my chair.
"Way to take a joke, Buffy." Willow adds, her words dripping with sarcasm. All right, so I went too far! Sue me, I'm only human. A human with super strength, but human all the same. We make mistakes.
"I'm sorry, Xander. That was uncalled for." He nods his head. Which I take as him accepting my apology.
"It's cool. I probably would act the same way. Just with less hostility." He looks at Faith, and wags his finger at her.
"Shame on you!" He says, in his most fatherly figure voice.
"Shut up, Xander! Ya were two seconds away from tryin' to lick the screen, ya damn self." She gives him a look, like 'Say I'm wrong.' He thinks for a second.
"I cannot tell a lie." We all laugh and shake our heads at his goofiness.
The waitress finally makes her way over to take our orders, giving Faith a little bit more attention that I was willing to let slide. After Willow and Xander let her know what they would like to have, she looks at my girlfriend, with what I can only describe as 'bedroom eyes'.
"And what can I get for you?" She asks her in a one of those sexy voices, that tells me she needs a new friend. My fist! And here you are with the judgmental looks again. Let's say hypothetically, and I do mean hypothetically, Faith was your girlfriend and some bimbo was hitting on her right in front of you? Yeah, not so quick with the looks now, are you? Anyway, back to this skeezer.
Is she blind or dumb?! I'm going to go with both. I sit up straighter, from my current position leaning against Faith, and look from her to the waitress. Faith is currently blushing, trying to avoid eye contact with me. The waitress is looking at her with this 'come hither' look and a sly smile on her face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Willow and Xander looking at me like I'm a bomb about to explode. And they are right! First, Keira Knightley and her piratey enchantress ways.
Okay, so maybe I can't count a movie star. But, this woman? I can most definitely count her.
"Excuse me? Are you serious?" I make sure she hears the anger in my voice. Faith is mines. I'm going to make sure this lady understands that. That way we won't have this problem again, whether I'm around or not.
She finally pulls her slutbag eyes from Faith. I look her up and down, taking in her nametag 'Brandi'. So, the temptress has a name. We lock eyes; if looks could kill she would have been on a slab at the morgue with her a toe tag on already.
"Yes?" She answers as if she's bothered by the fact that I cut her eye fucking the shit out of Faith, short.
"Would you like us to leave," I point toward Willow, Xander, and myself.
"So you can fuck her right here?" Her features change from bothered to shocked.
"B, don't…"She starts, but stops when she sees the look on my face.
"Don't cosign for her, Faith!" She shakes her head and looks away. I turn back towards 'Brandi'.
"Well?" I give her a chance to answer this time.
"That won't be necessary." She says, rolling her neck. Oh ho, she's got a backbone! I will give her that, most people cower away.
"You sure?" She shakes her head.
"Good. Now she," I point towards Faith, ordering for her, so they can have as little contact as possible.
"Will have a Café Vanilla Frappucino and I will take Caramel Frappucino, lightly blended, with whip cream." She writes it all down on her pad.
"Please." I add with a little venom.
"I will put these in for you." She says, giving one last look towards Faith, who currently finding the surface of the table very interesting, and giving me a final glare, before she stalks off.
"Wow Buffy, I think lighting her on her fire would have been a little bit more subtle." Willow says, putting an end to a very awkward silence.
"What?" I ask, like I have no clue what she's talking about. She gives me the patented, 'resolve face'.
"I had the right. She was hitting on Faith." Xander scoffs.
"Never try to come in between a slayer and her woman. That is going up very high on the 'Things I Never Want to Do' list." I giggle. Territory is a big thing with us slayers. This is true.
Once our drinks are delivered, we start in on some meaningless conversation that makes us, us. Faith stays silent pretty much the rest of the time there, and only joining in at certain times.
After paying our bill, we started on the walk home. Chatting about the stuff we wanted to do the next day and making sure Xander and Willow got to theirs safely. As we made our way in the direction of my house, I wasted no time in figuring out what was wrong with Faith.
"Babe, is something bothering you?" She sighs a little and shakes her head.
"Naw B, I'm good." I've known her long enough to know that what she's saying is bovine fecal matter.
"Don't lie. Tell me." She gives a heavy sigh.
"Ya beyond embarrassed me tonight, Buffy." Now, I know something's up. She only calls me 'Buffy', when she is pissed.
"How?" I ask, feigning some innocence. But really knowing what she was talking about.
"How?!" She asks, dropping my hand in the process.
"Ya stared in on that waitress for no reason!" No reason?
"Oh, I had plenty reason! She was practically begging for you to take her right there." I let out.
"And?" Oh, she must have had little something extra in her drink tonight.
"And? I'm not going to sit there and watch some skank hit on you. Right in front of me, no less. You are my girlfriend, Faith!" This is the last thing I wanted to be spending the rest of our night doing. Fighting with her.
"Exactly, Buffy." Huh?
"Exactly what?" She lets out a breath, which seems to calm her a little bit.
"I'm your girlfriend." She grabs my hand, stopping me, so I can look in her eyes.
"Yours, I am yours and you are mine." I can see the seriousness in her eyes.
"I love ya, Buffy. No one else has ever made me feel the way ya do. When I'm away from ya," She pauses.
"It feels as if I can't breathe, then ya come, and give me the air I need to go on livin'. And no coffee shop waitress is gonna change that. Do ya understand me?" I can only nod at the love I see in her eyes. I swallow back the lump in my throat, which feels like the size of a golf ball.
She wipes the little tears that have fallen and puts all her love in a kiss. I do know that she loves me; it's just sometimes I get a little freaked that she may get tired of putting up with me not putting out. And go find it elsewhere. So when girls pretty much throw themselves at her, tonight has not been the only night, believe me, I feel a little threatened. Maybe, a lot threatened. I let her know whats in my head.
"Nothin' could be further from the truth, B. I mean I don't see Keira Knightley walkin' around here, so ya don't have anything to be worried about." She gives a slight chuckle.
I shove her back a little, to let her know I get her little joke.
"Just kiddin' ya, B. I told ya before that I understand that you're not ready. Have I been makin'ya feel rushed?" She asks. The worry in her voice is apparent.
"No, Fai. Not at all. It's just one of the things I'm dealing with inside the crazy head of 'Buffy Summers'." She nods, accepting my answer.
"Are ya sure?" I can only nod yes, being totally honest with her.
"Good. Well, ya have to let me know what goin' on in there," She taps the side of my head lightly.
"Cause inside ya head is a dangerous place." She gives me a little wink.
"I will. I'm really sorry for earlier, Fai." She gives an understanding nod.
"And maybe I overreacted a little." She raises an eyebrow.
"I think a little falls under the category of 'understatement'."
"Okay. I overreacted a lot. Better?" She smiles.
"Better." I apologize again. I let me jealousy power win over common sense power. Was that a look? I may be blonde but I do have common sense, even though it was shown earlier tonight.
"S'cool, B. Just try to pull it back a little next time. I will make sure they know that I'm yours." She gives me a light kiss, we continue to my house. A comfortable silence between us.
Once we reach my front door, she lets go of my hand to allow me to pull my keys out of my purse. Once I've open the door, she pulls me back for a goodnight kiss. As we break, she lets me know that she is going to do a light patrol then head home.
"Be careful, Faith." She nods.
"Always, B. Night." Giving me a light peck, before starting down the porch steps.
"Call me when you get in."
"Sure thing. Love ya."
"I love you, too."
She waits for me to close the door, and then heads in the direction of the cemeteries. Yes, as in more than one. We do live in Sunnydale you know. The vampire to human ratio is becoming dangerously close. I shut out the light my mom normally leaves on 'til I get home. Head upstairs to get ready for bed, once I'm settled in bed, I lay back to dream my favorite dream.
Faith.