emofaith on tumblr prompted Faimy + "I'm flirting With You"

Take place in a vaguely a few years post S7 AU where Faith and Amy are in the same city and have a sort of Frenemies relationship.

Faith looked at the dark-clad witch standing across the alley from her, her face probably looking as confused as she felt. That kind of comment was the last thing she'd expected to hear from the witch.

"Amy. What are you doing?"

The witch frowned, "I'm flirting with you. Is it not working? Was Buffy wrong? Do you not like girls too? Or… do you like girls and just not me? Do you prefer blonde hair or something?"

Faith blinked at the rapid deluge of vaguely disappointed words from Amy. "Wait, you're gonna have to rewind the clock on me here Amy. When did you talk to Buffy about me?"

"When she was in town last month, during the whole Gloxnar demon infestation. Since she knows you a lot better than I do, I figure I'd ask her if she knew if you… you know, like girls." Shrugged, "Hitting on straight girl gets embarrassing after the first fifty times. I have the world's worst gaydar."

Faith was still confused. Sure, she'd worked with Amy before, on an off, an they had this weird sort of not quite enemies relationship going, and Amy had helped with that Gloxnar infestation an just now with the vamps now sitting in dust piles on the ground but as far as Faith knew, Buffy didn't really like Amy. She's told me to run you out of town more than once. But Buffy did also respect that this was Faith's city, and not tried to play the 'I'm technically in charge' card.

"And Buffy just what, told you about how I flirted with her every other sentence when I first showed in Sunnydale?" It wasn't hard to guess that that's what Buffy had told Amy Even if that annoyed her, because it meant that B hadn't been oblivious. And you just let me flirt away without letting me know you weren't interested? Come on!

"No…" Amy admitted, wringing her hands in a decidedly un-amy like gesture. "I may or may not have cast a loose lips spell on her so she'd be willing to talk to me."

Now that sounded like Amy.

"Alright, yes, I like girls too. I'm bi. And no, I don't just like blondes. An y'know what, yeah, you look good. Always thought that." Faith admitted. Amy didn't exactly 'ooze sex appeal' or anything, but she had a damn nice body and knew what to do with it. But god, Amy, what the hell are you doing flirting with me? I mean, we're on opposite sides here, and technically you're evil!" Granted, Amy wasn't always making much of an effort at being evil, but she did from time to time. Usually it wasn't as flashy as the time she'd robbed a bank. That had been quite a show.

"Technically you're a murderer, Faith." Amy shot back blandly, no accusation.. "And there's no technically about it. I've made deals with demon for power for Hecate's sake. But the fact remains that you're the closest thing I have to a friend." Amy took a hesitant step towards her. "You're hot, you're pretty amazing, you've never judged me even though we are on opposite sides, and when we're working together on something, I always know you've got my back for the duration. Fact is, I trust you, which makes you the first person for that in a long time. So yes, I like you."

Faith blinked again. She was a little too surprised by everything to really have a coherent thought about what Amy had just said. "Are you about to ask me out?" She wasn't even sure where that question came from. Just kinda came out.

Amy nodded, "I was trying to work up to it, but yeah," She sighed. ". Look, Faith, would you like to go get drinks? The night's still young and you've got the baby slayers to do patrol. Something comes up they'll call you."

Faith opened her mouth, "Look, Amy, I…" Faith shut her mouth, no idea what to say to that. I mean, yeah, Amy looks good, and she's got her good moments, but… evil. If nothing else, being on opposite sides would cause problems in the domestic harmony.

Amy pressed, taking another step towards her, "Look, just drinks tonight and… I won't make any waves for… two weeks. I'll be a good little girl, won't even try to get you to owe me a favor or pay me if you need my help in that time. Even if you decide you don't want to date me after tonight."

Two weeks of no trouble from the witch? Okay, that was worth it. Besides… now that she thought about it… worth trying. At the very least… I haven't gotten any in month. No time to find someone. May as well give it shot when someone throws themself at me.

"Alright. Drinks. Long as you swear an oath to on that two weeks thing to Hecate." Faith may know know her magic shit well, but she knew if you swore a magic oath on a god or goddess, the consequences of not following through on your promise could tend to be bad.

Amy smiled. "Deal." There was something almost infectious about the genuine pleasure in the witch's smile, and Faith but help but smile a bit herself.

Neither of them could know, as Amy swore on Hecate's name, that by the time the two weeks were up, Faith and Amy would be definitively an item. Or that Faith would find truly creative ways to respond to Amy's… indiscretions. And ways to disincentivize them.

Or that Amy would find increasingly harmless but extremely creative ways to annoy Faith in a professional sense, because she liked the consequences when they were both off the clock.

Or that, to her dying day, Amy would vehemently insist that she was evil, even though she'd long since abandoned actually doing anything meaningfully evil, and indulged in more minor and petty evil only because of… how… delicious Faith's reactions could be.

Neither of the could know that. But that was what was coming for them.