"Omigod Faith, you're totally hot!" Buffy panicked as she moved to lift her from the bed.

"Thanks B. You're not so bad yourself." Faith giggled and fell back.

*So not good! Faith doesn't giggle. She must be delirious!* Buffy frowned. *She didn't look like she was coming down with anything� maybe, it's a spell.*

While reaching for the brunette again, Buffy spied the pile of damp clothes on the floor. *Dang it!* It was Faith's outfit from the day before.

Buffy bent and picked up the moist jacket. Sniffing it, she growled. "Giles is so dead."

The clothing had the unmistakable odor of the ocean. She dropped the garment to the floor. *First things first though.* Anxiously, the little blonde carried the dazed slayer to the bathroom. She knew she immediately needed to try and cool Faith down. At least that's what her mom use to do with her whenever she had a high fever.

Flicking on the faucet, Buffy adjusted the water so that it was slightly cooler than room temperature. While the tub filled, she turned to undress the incoherent brunette, muttering under her breath. "I leave you with Giles and the scoobs for one day, and they return you damaged. I so would like to know how you fell in the ocean� Or even what you were doing there. If they took you slaying� so help me." Her complaints tapered off as she noticed the bath was ready. "Okay Faith," Buffy warned lowering the younger girl into tub. "It's going to feel really cold, but that's only because you have a fever."

She cringed at Faith's string of curses, holding the brunette firmly in place.

"I'm sorry� No Faith, you have to stay in the tub for a few minutes." Buffy reluctantly insisted.

Faith's complaints soon turned to whimpers. "But B, it's so cold!� Please, I wanna get out� too cold." Her teeth chattered as tears filled her eyes. She gazed up at Buffy. "Are trying to get back at me?� `Cause I am sorry you know."

The blonde winced. "No. Shhhh� Faith, I know and I'm sorry too." Gently, Buffy ran the cool washcloth over Faith's flushed skin trying to distract herself from the tearful pleas. It helped quiet Faith down.

Being bathed by some one else was strangely comforting. Faith forgot about the cold factor as the pretty little slayer tenderly washed her. She sat in stunned silence, stealing peeks at Buffy's face; but the blonde's expression was unreadable. Confused, she sat still as the soapy washcloth traveled over every inch of her body.

"Almost done. Lean on your side." Buffy softly instructed.

Faith complied, relieved by the prospect that soon she'd get to crawl back into her warm bed.

Buffy stared, her excitement increasing as the younger girl's sexy bottom came into view. Nervously, she reached in. She wasn't sure what Faith's reaction would be since the brunette had merely closed her eyes when Buffy was leisurely washing between her legs.

Apparently a high fever could make anyone docile. Perhaps indulging her curiousity wouldn't be so wrong. She wanted to discover if she would get turned on by touching absolutely every part of Faith's body. Buffy had never been so adventurous with anyone else. Only Faith brought out, this anything goes motto.

Initially, Buffy used the washcloth, delicately rubbing the smooth toned butt cheeks before allowing her hand to slip in between them.

She wiped lightly, hoping Faith wouldn't object. When the brunette shivered slightly, she stopped, letting the washcloth slip away. In an attempt to make it all seem casual, Buffy supplied another reassurance then eagerly soaped her hand up. "Just one more sec."

Faith held still obediently as Buffy's bare hand caressed her. She tensed when the fingers first strayed, sliding down her crack. A giggle threatened to come forth as she imagined that she was hallucinating this or still asleep. *Ha! Funny, weird dream� wait `til I tell B� no wait, can't tell B�* Her mind drifted off. Not registering the accompanying sensations or sounds� nor any of the other clues that would provide the crucial hints and revelation� that it was actually happening.

Controlling her breathing, the little slayer boldly ran her fingers over the soft wrinkled opening. *Mmmm� Faithy's bottom� so naughty that I'm touching her like this�* She bit back a moan, slipping her fingertip over the tight ring, then in slightly.

Faith's body jerked, tensing up. "Huh?!* Suddenly, she snapped. "Whatcha doin'?!"

"Shhh� All done." Buffy smiled brightly, standing and reaching for a towel.

Faith, stood up shivering. "Good." She stammered, her teeth chattering. "The water was too cold."

"Okay, come on." The little blonde smiled pleasantly, holding open a towel. She wrapped her in one, while drying her with another as Faith fidgeted.

"B hurry! I'm freezing to death."

Quickening her effects, Buffy only dabbed the damp skin before leading the younger slayer back to bed. "Climb under the covers. I'll go get the thermometer. And Faith, if it's over one hundred and four, I'm taking you to the hospital. Do you understand?! There will be no arguing about it!"

"Then you aren't taking my temperature! Screw you!" Faith folded her arms over her chest in defiance.

"Yes! I am! Now get all the way under the covers; you're still wet, cranky girl."

"Buffy, I mean it! If you try and stick that thermometer in my mouth, I'll bite it in half." The brunette felt satisfied as Buffy made no further comment and left the room. *That'll show her!� As if she could force me?! No way! I'm totally not given her a reason to take me to no frickin' hospital!* Faith rolled on her stomach and closed her eyes.

*Dammit! If Faith wants to do things the hard way, that's fine! There's more then one way to take a temperature.* Buffy opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the necessary items.

She returned to find Faith softly sleeping. Obviously, the silly girl thought that she'd won. Buffy pulled back the covers. Chuckling, she whispered. "It's not that easy, missy."

Taking a gob of Vaseline from the jar, the determined slayer coated the thermometer. She peeked at Faith, smirking. *This will teach her not to be so difficult.* Almost in one motion, Buffy smeared Vaseline over the tight pink hole and slid the thermometer in.

Faith awoke with a shriek. "What the fuck?!"

"You said that you'd bite if I tried putting it in your mouth so you made your choice." Buffy was kneeling on the bed with her shin planted firmly in the small of Faith's back, preventing the younger slayer from rolling over.

"Damn you!" Faith struggled futilely, shocked and mortified. "Buffy�" She whimpered burying her face in the pillow as she came close to tears. If it wasn't bad enough that she felt sick, now she felt like a five year old about to get a bare ass spanking. Hiding her face, she sobbed weakly.

Buffy softened, sitting next to her on the bed. "Shhhh� It's okay, Faithy. I know you don't feel well. Shhh�" Caressing Faith's buttocks tenderly with one hand the other gently held the thermometer in place while Buffy watched the clock.

The tickling of Buffy's fingertips, stopped her brooding. The raven-haired beauty held her breath as a strange thrill slowly passed through her. Her initial rage gave way to the titillating effect of Buffy's soft voice and wandering hand. *Fuck!* Faith squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself becoming increasingly wet. *God, I hope she doesn't notice.*

Buffy adjusted the thermometer, letting her fingertips brush against the violated opening. Swallowing hard, she glanced over to see Faith's expression. The younger girl lay extremely still, eyes closed. Leaning slightly, Buffy discreetly peeked between Faith's legs nearly moaning when she saw the telltale glisten.

Struggling to regain control over her traitorous body, Faith fumed. *I should be kicking her ass! Not laying here like some helpless twit while she jams things up my ass and gloats... And then getting turned on by it?! What the hell is that?! What kinda perv am I?!* Her reverie was disturbed by the sound of Buffy's breathing or was that her own? Faith strived to appear indifferent while stealing a peek at her fellow slayer. Lust filled green eyes and what Faith could only describe as a leer, is what greeted her. *Huh!? Is B getting off on this?! The proper, golden slayer is kinky?!* She stared, only blushing again when Buffy reached to remove it. "Ugh! Gross!"

"Nothing about you is gross." The little blonde stated matter-of-factly as she wiped the amazingly spotless thermometer with a tissue. Reading it, she quickly did the appropriate deduction then announced. "You're lucky. A degree higher and I'd be taking you to the emergency room."

Faith was visibly relieved. "Good. `Cause going to the hospital may not be such a hot idea yet. Remember, I kinda left last time without checking out." She snickered and tried to turn over.

"Wait." Buffy plucked a few more tissues from the box and gently wiped Faith's behind. "There." Getting up, she wagged her finger. "Next time don't be so difficult or I'll do it this way again."

The younger slayer made a face. "Well, you ain't sticking that thing in my mouth next time. Not that thermometer anyway!"

"Faith, I'm going to clean it with alcohol."

"Still!" Faith groused, pulling the blanket over her head. "Now get out!"

Buffy chuckled as she headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. *Jesus! Even taking that girl's temperature anally is erotic!*

*****
Part 21: Three Blinding Orgasms

The phone rang incessantly as Giles struggled with his keys. "A little help here, please."

"Oops, sorry." Xander and the rest of the scoobies ambled over to relieve the watcher of his packages.

Rushing in, Giles snatched up the phone. "Yes. Hello." He was slightly out of breath.

"Giles, is something wrong? I let it ring like a million times."

"Oh, hi Buffy. No, nothing's wrong. Just got in the door." He glanced back at the scoobies as they set the supplies down and settled on his couches.

"So do you want to tell me how Faith fell into the ocean? I'm curious how she managed that since I asked you guys to keep her at your place with you. Did she go out after I left?" Buffy paused, trying to control her anger before asking, "Did she go slaying?"

The watcher cleared his throat before explaining. "I took her out to do some training. The group chose the beach, because they all wanted to come along. I have to say, Faith rather enjoyed it. Tara's suggestion is working remarkably well. There has been a notable improvement in Faith's attitude already."

The little blonde gritted her teeth, frustrated. Giles seemed to be missing the point. She had left specific instructions that she wanted Faith to be at the townhouse yesterday. Their spontaneous outing was why Faith was ill now. What if she had to take Faith to the hospital?! That would be a mess.

"Did this training include swimming?! Or did Faith jump into the ocean as some kind of stunt or dare?!" Buffy took a breath, trying not to shout. "I still don't understand why she came home last night in wet clothes."

"We were sparring on the pier and she was distracted." Giles narrowed his eyes at Anya, the ex-demon was mouthing the words, I told you so.

"Distracted?"

"She lost her balance and fell in. But I assure you that Faith was unhurt� nor was she deterred by the incident." He chuckled slightly. "She came out ready for more."

"Oh, she did, did she? So of course, you guys just stayed out. After all the ocean is so warm in the middle of winter, and yesterday we did have especially nice weather� in that cold and overcast kind of way." The slayer's voice was thick with sarcasm. "So having her go home and change out of her wet clothes would have just been silly, right?"

Removing his glasses, Giles pinched his nose. He could feel a headache coming on.

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After doing some house cleaning and recopying the class notes that Willow had lent her, Buffy tucked her Psych book under arm and lifted the tray with Faith's lunch. She tried to recall what her mother use to give her when she was ill. For some reason chicken and stars was the only thing that stood out in her memory, although she was certain that her mother must have fed her more than that.

Balancing the tray carefully, the slayer nudged the door open with her foot. She found Faith sleeping soflty, curled on her side, clutching her pillow. With a smile, she placed the tray down and gently shook the girl.

"Faith, wake up. I brought you something to eat."

Bleary-eyed, the brunette sat up and accepted the tray. "Thanks." Her voice was still thick with sleep.

Buffy grinned. *Faith sounds so cute when she wakes up.* She crossed over to the television and brought Faith back the remote. Handing it to her, the little slayer ignored Faith's arched eyebrow as she crawled onto the other side of the bed.

*What's she doin'?* Faith watched as Buffy sat back against the headboard and opened her Psychology book. Shrugging, she turned back toward the television and starting eating her soup. *What is this?* Peering in the bowl, she stirred the broth with her spoon until tiny noodle stars floated up. *Dang, isn't this what they give little kids?* She glanced back at Buffy who smiled.

Shaking her head, Faith went back to her soup. *At least it tastes good.* She finished it off quickly and downed her ginger ale before crawling back under the covers. She watched as Buffy hurriedly took the tray and left the room. *B sure is some weird little chick.* Snickering, she drifted back off to sleep.

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Buffy's face fell when she came back into the room. Faith was already asleep, and she was so looking forward to sitting and doing her homework while Faith watched TV. It would be like what married couples do. The wife works on some little project or reads while her husband lays there watching sports or some sexist show.

Buffy glanced at the television. *Okay, so Faith was watching cartoons, same difference.* She turned off the TV and climbed back onto the bed to finish her assignment. But every sigh or movement from Faith captured her attention.

Finally, she gave up on her reading and snapped the book shut, tossing it to the floor. Instead, she turned on her side to gaze at the younger slayer. Everything seemed to have happened so fast. Sighing, she leaned up on her elbow and propped her head on her hand, pondering the situation.

In no more then a week's time, Buffy had realized her love for Faith; Faith had woken up from her coma; and now the sexy brunette was living with her. She smiled and placed a light kiss on Faith's cheek, whispering, "I hope you're having sweet dreams� like the ones I had."

Buffy froze. She hadn't thought about the dreams since Faith had regained consciousness. It was a spell, but none of them had bothered with who had cast it. That detail seemed to have gotten lost in the flurry. Buffy sat up slightly.

She knew it wasn't Faith who had cast the spell. She had still been in a coma, not to mention that the brunette would have been thrilled once Buffy proclaimed her love. Instead, Faith's reaction went from shock and disbelief, to tolerance peppered with annoyance. But Buffy had seen a flicker of something too, and that was fear. Faith was afraid to trust her again. Once they were past that, Faith would love her� she had too!

Shaking her head, she glanced back down at the dark-haired beauty. *Lucky for those dreams though or I never would have known.* She smiled, thinking that if she ever figured out who had done it, she would thank them.

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*Aw! Bloody `ell! What's the slayer doin' now?!* Spike peered through the half opened door and noticed Buffy on the bed with Faith.

The little blonde was pulling back the blanket. Ducking his head, he took another peek and liked what he saw. Faith was asleep on her stomach and totally nude. To the vampire's surprise, Buffy began caressing the sleeping girl.

He had to hold back his snicker. *Lil' miss prim and proper gropes the sleeping. Huh! Shoulda known.* The bulge in his pants grew as Buffy's hand traveled leisurely down Faith's back and to her bottom.

His eyes opened wider when the little blonde leaned close and began placing light kisses along Faith's pretty little ass. *Oh god!* His hand soon found its way down to his crotch. *That's hot!� yeah�mmm� that's it slayer� kiss that girlie's bum.* Silently, he managed to remove his prick from his pants.

Buffy stooped closer, reaching down and spreading Faith's butt cheeks. She peered nervously down at the puckered opening. She had never done this before, but she wanted to now. *This is Faith.* Excitement coursed through her as she leaned in and touched her lips to it, letting her tongue slowly flick out.

*Oh fuck!* Spike could feel his cock jerk when Buffy's pink little tongue came out and gave Faith's butthole a lick. *Bugger!* He stood transfixed to the spot, watching the golden lashes flutter as Buffy's eyes slid shut, and a smile settled across her features. *The sick little git likes it!* Leering, Spike stroked himself faster. *That's my girl.*

Buffy pressed her lips more firmly to the tight ring. She was shaking like a leaf as she reached up and firmly grabbed Faith's sides holding onto her. Beyond passion at this point, she knew she couldn't stop herself from waking Faith� and she didn't want to quit. It was the ultimate intimacy� and it was Faith.

It seemed so depraved yet wonderful. *But then again, how bad was it really?* She had just bathed Faith, and actually spent a lot of time on this particular area. Maybe, because she had wanted to do this all along.

Groaning with pleasure, she began to grind her mouth against Faith, licking and sucking harder and more eagerly. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts. Rubbing her soaking wet pussy, Buffy could tell that this was more than just a passing obsession. Never in her life had she been so turned on. Pushing her tongue against the wrinkled flesh, she felt just the tip go in. *Omigod! Faith! Yes, Faithy!� Oh, I sooooo love you!* Her fingers moved faster over her clit as she approached orgasm.

Spike gasped when the raven-haired beauty awoke with a moan. Now he was too close. *No, not yet!� Not gonna shoot my load!* Squeezing his eyes shut, he was able to back off a bit and resume the show.

"Buffy, you bitch." Faith had intended it as a curse but instead it came out as a plea. She clutched at the sheets, quivering under Buffy's tongue. "OH FUCK!� I'M SO GONNA� * Her hips rose off the bed, so the little slayer used the opportunity to reach around with her other hand and begin stroking Faith's clit. That did it. Faith exploded with a scream. *HOLY FUCK!� BUFFY!*

Spike jerked and fell hard, hitting the door and falling through to the floor. Still he stroked himself as each squirt flew from his pulsating cock.

Buffy was not far behind. She pushed her tongue in hard, sucking the soft flesh and causing Faith to shudder again. The muscle contracted, squeezing Buffy's tongue and pulling it in deeper. *OH GOD! YESSSS!* The little slayer got off with a mind blowing orgasm. All she could feel was her body shaking violently and the cum running down her thighs. Slowly, she lifted herself away, planting a few more wet kisses on her new favorite place.

She turned her head to the side and rested her cheek against Faith's backside, mumbling incoherently. Everyone in the room just laid there, trying to catch their breath.

Spike stared up at the ceiling, panting. His own cum stained the front of his clothes, and his cock hung limply from his undone trousers.

Blinking hard several times, Faith struggled to get her brain working. She had been sleeping so soundly when Buffy started the assault. Plus, having a raging fever wasn't really conducive to the thought process.

Buffy was the first one to speak. "Oh god Faith, I love you so much." The little blonde still trembled from the intensity of her orgasm.

Both Buffy and Spike laid for a long moment, wondering, *Isn't she going to say something?!*

Faith leaned up on her elbows and peered over her shoulder. "Why's he here?"

*****
Part 22: Tables Turn

Buffy's head snapped around in time to see the panicked vampire zipping his fly.

Spike held out his hands. "Now wait a minute, slayer! Don't go off your nut! I can explain." He scrambled to his feet.

"SPIKE! I AM SOOO GOING TO STAKE YOU!" The little blonde shrieked at the top of her lungs, leaping from the bed as Spike beat a hasty retreat, virtually flying down the stairs. Snatching up his blanket, he raced out, passing Mrs. Summers on his way.

"Hi Spike." Joyce called after him.

"Can't talk now, Joyce. Have to run."

Perplexed, she turned back toward the house, just as her daughter stormed out, cursing and shouting threats. Buffy's tantrum immediately drew an audience as various neighbors and passers-by began rubber-necking to watch the commotion.

"Buffy! Get inside, right now!"

The little slayer stepped back in, sputtering. "I'm sorry." She blushed furiously, wondering how much her mother had actually heard.

"I don't know what's going on here. But Buffy, I expect you to have more control. I never want to see anything like that again, do you understand?!" Mrs. Summers eyed her wearily.

Biting her bottom lip to fight back her frustration, Buffy nodded. "Really, it won't happen again."

"No, it won't." Joyce set her bag of groceries down. "Because I don't want Spike coming over here any more. Now how is Faith doing?"

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After Buffy had raced off to catch Spike, Faith rolled onto her back and just laid, staring at the ceiling. *That was some hot sex. Mmmm� I got off so friggin' hard.* A lazy smile spread over her features as she stretched and glanced around the room. *Things sure did change from when I went into that coma.*

Faith's resentment began to resurface as she recalled Buffy's former attitude toward her. Most of what still plagued the young slayer were those beastly words that Buffy had spat at her. Nothing cut her deeper then when the pretty little blonde had said that she was better than Faith. In fact, that whole night at Angel's mansion was what she couldn't shake.

*I remember what you said, B � something about what a big loser I am� a low life� unworthy of even a vampire's love � after all B, you said Angel would never touch anyone like me... Yep, that was the night, when you finally admitted what I always knew. You all thought of me as worthless and beneath you� a mistake.* Faith squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push back the emotion that the memories still brought. Her mind shifted to the present.

*Now B's crawling all over me, begging for me to say that I love her.* The brunette chuckled. *How ironic is that?! When I wanted to be her friend before, she treated me like a dog! And now that I don't give a fuck, she's all over me!*

Faith shook her head, mystified. *Never could have seen this coming! The high and mighty Buffy Summers creaming herself just from being allowed to lick me� huh!* The revelation sent a thrill through the wicked brunette. Faith could feel herself getting wet.

*I wonder what the superfriends would think if they knew that their little hero got off on being my whore?!* The thought caused her pussy to throb. Faith smiled, closing her eyes and recalling where Buffy's eager little mouth had just been. *Mmmm� I can still feel B's soft, wet tongue sliding against me� oh fuck!*

Reaching down between her legs, Faith stroked herself, moving her fingers fast over her slippery and swollen clit. *I bet B would just die of shame if it ever got out that she's into rimming. Of course, I'd have to admit that she's really good at it� mmmm� the best.* Faith's grin stretched from ear to ear. *Yep, she has the hottest mouth I've ever felt.*

Whimpering, Faith strummed her fingers even faster over the engorged flesh. She could feel an awesome orgasm approaching. *Boy, would I love to tell them, the prissy Buffy Summers doesn't just like to eat pussy! * That did the trick! "Ohhh yesss!� damn!� unhhh! Fuck!" With a grunt and a shudder, Faith fell back, grinning. *Dang, that one made my ears ring.*

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Buffy nervously knocked on Faith's door. *What if she's pissed off at me?� or grossed out by what I did� or hates me, because Spike watched� oh god! What if she thinks that I knew Spike was there?!*

Slightly panicked, the small slayer lifted her hand to knock again, but Faith called out before she had too.

"Yeah, come in."

Hesitantly, Buffy stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Faith, I'm sorry about that� I mean, I didn't know that Spike was here� watching." Buffy cringed.

Faith tilted her head, studying Buffy's features. She hadn't really looked at the little blonde since she'd come out of the coma. She hadn't wanted to. Staring at B's cuteness was a dangerous thing. It always sent her brain out to lunch and made her emotions go all wiggy.

But now the brunette couldn't stop herself from staring. *Yep, B is still a muffin.*

"Faith, would you just say something?� please." Buffy couldn't take much more of Faith's impenetrable gaze.

"I'm hungry."

The older slayer cracked a smile. "So you're not all oogy about before?"

"Oogy?" Faith arched an eyebrow. "That must be Buffy slang." She snorted and shook her head. "Nahhhh. At least now I know why Angel was so into you." Faith smirked at Buffy's expression; it was priceless. "Or did you get that from the clean marine� or was it someone else� awww� c'mon B, you can tell me� was it Spike?"

Buffy's reaction surprised her. The little blonde merely rushed out of the room all teary-eyed. A flicker of remorse passed through Faith, which she easily shrugged off. *Fuck it! B always treated me like slutty trash. She deserved it!*

*****
Part 23: Faith Makes Nice

It had been awhile since Buffy had stormed from her room. The afterglow of Faith's cheap thrill was fading and being replaced by doubt. For some reason seeing Buffy sad wasn't as fulfilling as she had once imagined. Climbing out of bed, the young slayer contemplated the possible causes while pulling on some clothes.

She had become pretty hungry and was fairly certain that Buffy wouldn't be waiting on her anymore. *Dang, I'm kind of moron sometimes.* Realizing that food service and fussing were probably not the only perks she'd lost, Faith cursed herself. All she had to do was not be a total bitch, and she would still have the prospect of Buffy on her knees. *Mmmm�* The thought was quite delicious, and far more appealing than a few minutes of Buffy-bashing fun.

Faith made a decision and headed for the door. She would apologize to Buffy and from now on keep her nasty remarks unspoken. Maybe after awhile, she'd stop hearing them herself.

A muffled curse came from the little slayer as she pushed open Faith's door and narrowly missed running into her. "Where are you going?" She noticed Faith had gotten dressed.

"Downstairs. I'm hungry." The younger girl fidgeted when she noticed Buffy's tear stained cheeks. Glancing down, she realized the tiny blonde was carrying a tray with her dinner. "Oh hey, thanks."

Buffy remained silent as she placed the tray over Faith's lap and turned to leave.

"Buffy� wait." Gorgeous green eyes gazed back, making her hesitate. She could see the hurt and uncertainty in them. "Look B, I'm sorry for being such a bitch, but I said that I just wanted to be friends. And then I wake up and you're all over me, so what'd you really expect?"

The little blonde lowered eyes, speaking so softly that Faith had to strain to hear her. "I guess I thought that maybe I could change your mind� if I just proved how much I love you."

"And you think that sex proves love?" The younger girl shook her head in disbelief. "You really haven't been around, have you?"

Buffy looked up, offended. "I don't take a sexual relationship lightly."

Chuckling slightly, Faith leaned close to the tiny slayer who now sat perched on her bed. "I do." The brunette watched as various emotions played over Buffy's face. "And don't even act like that's news to you."

"Fine." Buffy stood up to leave.

"B, what I was going to say is this. Since obviously just being friends can't work for you, and I don't mind casual sex, why don't we just be fuck buddies or something?" She peered over at the blonde to gauge her reaction.

Buffy scowled. "So you think I'm cheap?! That I'll just let you use me?!"

Faith arched an eyebrow. "Why not? Aren't you using me? You seem to have some delusion that I'm some missing piece in your life." She paused, taking in Buffy's stricken expression. "B, I'm telling you that's fine. I'll play along� to an extent. And I'll do it because I'm not one to say no to a good roll in the sack. But you need to put away the frickin' marriage license and adoption papers `cause I'm not going play house. Got it?"

The pretty little slayer smiled slightly. "So we can be girlfriends?"

"I guess." Faith held up her hand as Buffy came toward her. "But on my terms, not yours. Take it or leave it."

"Your terms? What does that mean?" A frown marred Buffy's perfect features. "Does that mean only sex?"

The brunette shrugged. "No, not only sex, but don't get all bossy. I'm not going to be your lapdog like Angel." She watched while the tiny slayer struggled to not lose her temper. It looked cute to Faith, seeing B puff up all mad but still remain quiet.

Without thinking, the dark-eyed beauty leaned forward and tenderly brushed her lips against Buffy's. She pulled back slowly, pleased to at least see the frown was gone.

In fact, Buffy now wore a giddy smile. She hopped up from the bed. "You should eat before your dinner gets cold."

Faith grinned at her excitement. She had to admit to herself that sometimes the spunky little slayer was just too dang cute. Sitting back, she reached for her spoon as Buffy bounded out of the room.

When the tiny blonde returned she was wearing her pajamas and carrying her pillow, along with a small bag. "Can I sleep in here?"

"Yeah, if you want." Faith pushed her tray aside, and Buffy rushed to take it.

"I'll be right back."

When the little slayer returned, she found Faith laying back watching some horror movie. She excitedly clambered onto the bed and opened the bag. "I had my mother pick these up on her way home." She handed the brunette several new comic books.

"B, you don't have to keep getting me these."

"I know, I want to." She reached in the bag again and pulled out a stuffed animal. Proudly holding it up, Buffy announced. "His name is Grunt."

With a laugh, Faith accepted the gift, inspecting it carefully. "What the hell is it?"

"He's a beanie baby. See." Buffy pointed to the tag. "Grunt the razorback."

It was a bright red pig with tusks and a fierce little expression. "Geez, B. What's your deal with pigs, anyway?"

Pausing, Buffy suddenly looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. With you, it's always win me the pig." Faith set the funny looking creature on her bed and gave Buffy a kiss. "Thanks."

The older slayer hesitated. "Are you talking about when we went to the fair?"

"Yeah, I guess. Shhh B. I'm trying to watch this movie."

*****
Part 24: The Witches Two Cents

Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy glanced over at the younger slayer. Faith hadn't spoken for awhile, but she couldn't tell if the brunette had fallen asleep or just become engrossed in the movie. Since they had switched off the lights, only the dim glow from the television provided any illumination.

Frustrated by the long silence, the tiny slayer finally worked up the nerve and leaned over her counterpart.

Faith sleepily murmured something and tried to roll on her side. "Faith." Buffy whispered. "Faith."

"Huh?" Gradually, the dark lashes fluttered and Faith opened her eyes. "What?"

"Should I shut off the TV?"

"Uh-huh. Whatever." She squinted wearily as Buffy reached and took the remote from her.

Flipping off the television, the blonde turned back to Faith and snuggled up. She smiled when she felt the younger slayer's arms wrap around her.

"Go to sleep, B."

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The two slayers arrived early to Giles' townhouse, and the scoobies couldn't help but notice Buffy's carefree demeanor. She was virtually glowing.

"Good morning!" The little slayer brightly sang out, while her counterpart mumbled before snatching up a donut and flopping lazily onto the couch.

Tara and Willow exchanged a look as Buffy rushed over and sat next to Faith. Soon they all were staring at Buffy while she gazed like a lovesick puppy at the brunette.

Faith grumpily took a bite before asking, "You guys couldn't save me a jelly? I hate plain."

"I can go out and get you some jelly donuts if you want." Buffy eagerly offered, beaming as Faith finally looked at her.

The dark slayer frowned, somewhat embarrassed when she noticed everyone watching them. "No, it doesn't matter." Faith cleared her throat, getting up to walk over to Willow who still sat with the decrypted schematics. "Red, do we have anything yet? I want to get to making a plan for taking out this Adam thing."

Buffy sauntered over to where Faith was standing and tried to take her hand. The brunette scowled and pulled away. "Faith, are you mad at me?"

"No. But I'm getting there. What's with you?"

A knock at the door interrupted them. Giles quickly stepped up and answered it, relieved for the diversion.

"Hi Giles. Is Buffy here?" Riley peeked past the watcher and smiled as his eyes settled upon his girlfriend. "Hi Buffy." He casually strolled up and pulled the small blonde into his arms to give her a kiss.

Once Riley released her, Buffy threw a panicked glance in Faith's direction, but the brunette pointedly ignored them. Instead Faith seemed to be intrigued with something the witches had found on the computer. "Is that the entrance?"

"Oh hey Faith." The soldier greeted politely. "I spoke to Graham, and he'd really like to meet you." Riley smirked slightly. "Especially after I told him how pretty you are. So what do you think, is this Saturday good for you?"

Faith peered up, distracted. "Yeah, that's cool." She missed the daggers that Buffy's eyes shot at her. The tiny blonde was livid.

Sensing conflict, the witches immediately invited Faith out for coffee. But before Buffy could stop them from leaving,Willow held up her hand. "Buffy, relax. We just want to get in some quality time with your cousin. You've been totally hogging her."

The brunette smirked and waved, pleased to escape Buffy's clutches.

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"So how are things going between you and Buffy?" Willow tentatively asked as Tara set the coffees in front of them.

"Fine, I guess. But B's becoming a little clingy." Faith casually sipped her drink, looking around.

The two witches exchanged a knowing glance, before Willow cleared her throat. "That's kind of what we wanted to talk to you about, Faith."

Arching an eyebrow, the slayer looked at them. "Yeah?"

The red head took a breath and glanced to Tara for help.

"You see, Buffy thinks now that her feelings have been revealed," Tara paused, searching for a way to explain. "Well, she thinks that she has to take control. That it's up to her to make it happen."

Faith gave them both a blank look.

"Buffy needs to feel that you two are making progress� working beyond the problems that plagued you guys before. Faith, she's convinced that she's been given a second chance and is terrified of wasting it." The blonde witch finished nervously.

Willow quickly added. "She hasn't been very happy. And I know that even before Angel left her, she felt something was missing." The little witch paused, watching the younger girl carefully. "Faith, she is in love with you. And I know that you feel something for her. I just wish that you'd consider giving it the chance that it deserves."

Faith sat flabbergasted. "Red, why are you telling me this? How could you possibly want me to be with Buffy?"

"You're right. If I had to choose someone for Buffy, it wouldn't be you. But that's not the way it works. Buffy's absolutely in love with you, and I want her to be happy. And if that means throwing all my common sense out the window and telling both of you to go for it, then I will."

Nodding uncomfortably, Faith drank down her coffee and glanced around. "We should probably get back now."

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Part 25: Buffy Likes Her Kink

When they returned, much to the witches' relief, Riley had left already. Tara held the door as Faith finally wandered in. She was looking at a party flyer some kid at the Espresso Pump had handed her.

Buffy paused mid-sentence to glare at Faith, before returning to her conversation with Giles. The brunette glanced at her and scoffed. Walking over to the couch, Faith plopped down next to Anya. "Hey, what are you guys doing?"

"Looking for some ancient ritual that Giles thinks will help fight Adam." The ex-demon smiled brightly, handing Faith a book. "It should be in Sumerian."

Taking the book, Faith began quietly flipping the pages while pointedly ignoring the little slayer's scowl. Finally, Buffy could wait no longer. If Faith wasn't going to acknowledge her displeasure then she'd just have to bring it up outright. "Faith, sometimes I just can't believe you!"

"Huh?!" The younger girl peered up from her book, while Willow motioned for Buffy to drop it.

"You know what I mean. How exactly are we going to manage to keep up this cousins' lie through a whole night?! I don't see why you didn't just say, no thank you!" The blonde ranted, feeling suddenly justified.

Faith stared at her blankly for a moment before remembering. "Oh that." She laughed and waved her hand with an apparent lack of concern. "Thought it might be fun. Besides, he's your boyfriend. Tell him you don't want to double with me, and I'll go out with this Graham guy alone."

"Giles, we're going home to have lunch. I'll be back later, alone." The blonde strode toward the door, irate. She called over her shoulder. "Faith, we're leaving. Now!"

The younger slayer glanced around the room, noticing all the tense expressions, before shouting back. "We just got here."

Buffy stood, tapping her foot and staring at the brunette.

"It's okay, Faith. We'll start your training tomorrow." Giles reached off a shelf and handed her a book. "Can you please have the first two chapters read? We'll go over it before your workout." The watcher then brought out another book. "I would like you also to keep a journal for the Council. Write down things we discuss, exercises, training, reading you do, and any slaying or research that you participate in."

Faith accepted the assignment with a bit of a frown before turning and waving to the scoobies. "Guess, I'll see you guys, later. Red, Blondie thanks for the coffee."

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Buffy silently fumed all the way back to the house. It certainly didn't help that Faith seemed oblivious to her mood. The brunette whistled while swinging a stick she'd picked up.

"Faith!"

The younger girl froze before slowly turning to face the pretty little blonde. "What's your damage?! Dang! You've been hassling me all morning!" Faith growled and tossed the stick. "You know, if this is what playing girlfriend with you is like then you can just frickin' forget it, cause I don't need this shit, B!" The dark slayer stormed up the porch and into the house.

Buffy stood stunned. *That wasn't supposed to happen!* Taking the stairs two at a time, she burst into Faith's room, teary-eyed. "Faith, wait! That's not fair! I have every right to be mad." She watched as the brunette set down her new books then picked up the tv remote. "No." The little slayer snatched the remote away. "You're going to listen."

Faith crossed her arms over her chest.

"You know why I'm angry with you. You shouldn't have agreed to go out with Graham!"

"Okay. Can I have the remote back?" She held out her hand.

Buffy shrieked and stamped her foot. "Argh! You are so damn infuriating sometimes!"

With a grin, Faith jumped the tiny blonde knocking her to the floor. "Are you done yet, little drama queen?" Before Buffy could continue her tirade, the dark slayer pulled her skirt up, then with a flick of her wrist she yanked Buffy's panties down to her knees.

"Faith! Stop it!" The blonde cried out, unprepared and suddenly nervous.

"Nahhh. You need a little uncorking, B." Faith delicately ran her fingertips between Buffy's legs, feeling the wetness. She gazed down at the shaking slayer pinned beneath her. "Fuck, you look so hot like that!" Buffy held still, her eyes riveted to the beautiful brunette as Faith leaned close. "How come you're so wet, B? Hmm? You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?"

Faith's nasty talk quickened her pulse and raised the gooseflesh along her arms. The thought of having the dangerous, rogue slayer use her� roughly and thoroughly� Well, it just made her excitement literally drip down her thighs.

Buffy ached to have Faith force her to submit. With a moan, the blonde titled her head to the side. "No� don't make me."

Buffy's half-hearted plea brought a smile to the younger woman's lips. "Don't make you?" Faith cocked an eyebrow and smirked. Lifting Buffy easily, she tossed the smaller slayer onto the bed. "Oh, I think I have to, don't you?"

Nodding her head vigorously, Buffy let her eyes fill with tears as the thrill enveloped her. Faith was playing along, and she loved it. Lifting her hands, she weakly shoved at the taller girl and to her delight the brunette grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her.

Growling in her ear, Faith thrust two fingers into Buffy. "You like this, don't you B? Hmmm?� You want me to fuck you� and use you� you ache for me to cum all over you� Isn't that right?" Faith shook her, making her wince. "Answer me!"

"Yessss." Buffy murmured breathless.

"I know what you want. You want to please me, don't you?" The dark slayer groaned, tugging down her own pants.

"YES!" Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, suddenly dizzy with excitement. *Oh please, let Faith be doing what I think she's doing!* The tiny blonde trembled with anticipation when Faith rolled onto her stomach.

"C'mon B."

Buffy's whole body shook as she obeyed. Crawling down between the younger girl's legs, the small slayer lowered her mouth to Faith's backside. The same intense pleasure overwhelmed her, suffusing her entire being with a delicious white heat. *Oh Faithy!* Buffy buried her tongue deep inside her fellow slayer. Reaching down, the feisty blonde stroked her own twitching pussy.

Both were lost to their own blinding need for gratification. Each flick of Buffy's tongue over the soft, puckered flesh made Faith gasp and Buffy pant. A little more and she'd cum for sure. The green-eyed beauty smiled as the tingly feeling pulsed in waves from her pussy. *Mmmm� I'm so close.*

Buffy blew delicately over the opening, waiting for Faith to arch up with a moan. She sucked lightly, wetting the area completely. Timing it perfectly, the golden slayer managed to slide her tongue in again. *Oh god, Faith! Oh yessss!� Faithyyy!*

Just as before, the orgasm coursed through the tiny slayer causing her body to convulse. Her tongue was squeezed and sucked in higher, sending Buffy into a frenzy. The small blonde rocked against her, refusing to let go.

After awhile, Faith reached back and shoved Buffy from her. The cum ran down her thighs and drenched her bed. Rolling onto her back, the brunette gazed at the older slayer.

Buffy's eyes had fluttered shut, and a content smile settled upon her lips. Faith snickered, pulling up her pants and turning on the television while the little slayer remained dazed and motionless.

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Part 26: Buffy's Reverie

Stretching out Faith reclined on her bed to watch some TV, and maybe she'd read that book Giles had given her. Glancing at the leather bound volume, the young slayer curiously reached for the book.

"Huh?" The title surprised her, "Slayer Handbook". Opening to the first chapter, she settled in and began reading. Almost everything described was the opposite of Buffy. Faith smirked as she peeked at the sleeping little blonde who now lay curled on her side. Reaching over, the dark slayer picked up the stuffed pig Buffy had given her, and placed Grunt gently in the older girl's arms.

Mewling slightly, Buffy clutched the doll and scooted closer to Faith.

"Okay, so you're cute. But don't be gettin' any ideas." Faith grumbled as she pulled her fellow slayer into her arms and went back to reading.

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When the pretty little blonde finally awoke, it was in a panic. "Faith!" Green eyes quickly scanned the room to find the younger woman missing. "Damn!" She cursed under her breath as she raced down the stairs. "Mom, I have to go out. Faith is�"

Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed the brunette sitting next to her mother watching TV and eating popcorn. "Hey B, what's up?" Faith gave her a dimpled grin.

Joyce glanced over at her daughter. "Buffy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Furrowing her brow in confusion, the small slayer stepped into the room as her mother headed toward the kitchen to make dinner. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. Like six, I think. Are you okay? You seem wicked freaked." Faith observed, watching while Buffy nervously ran a hand through her messy blonde locks. "Here. Sit down for a sec and stop wiggin'."

Buffy's eyes darted about the room. Her nightmare was still fresh in her mind, not to mention that she was slightly uncomfortable around Faith. Their little interlude earlier had left her feeling insecure.

Finally when her eyes had nowhere left to rest, they settled upon the brunette. Faith seemed completely absorbed with what was on the television. Buffy stared as the sexy slayer snickered and took another handful of popcorn. She found herself fascinated by Faith's casual demeanor. They had just shared, what for Buffy was a very intense sexual experience, yet the younger slayer seemed unaffected.

Frustrated by the enigma that Faith was proving to be, Buffy sat back still gazing at the other girl. She wondered what the brunette was really thinking. Mainly, Buffy wondered what her fellow slayer now thought of her.

*Faith has to have some opinion about what I'm into with her.* Leaning back, the little blonde let her eyes leisurely travel over the former bad-girl. A smile curled her lips as she realized that in some ways Faith would always be bad. *Mmmm.* The delicious thought sent chills through Buffy's body. She shivered, a small sigh escaping her lips.

"Huh?" Faith's head snapped around to look at her. "Did you say something?"

The question came so unexpectedly, and Buffy was so involved in her reverie that she was caught completely off guard. Shaking her head, the blonde slayer merely sputtered as she got up. "Uh... I have to call Giles." She raced from the room, leaving Faith staring after her, mystified.

The brunette shrugged and took another handful of popcorn, turning back toward the television.

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Part 27: Giving Faith a Taste

Pacing like a caged animal, Spike waited for the sun to dip below the horizon and allow him the freedom he needed. He was anxious to go find out what the slayer's true intentions were. If she was really bent on staking him, now would be the time to leave Sunnydale. But knowing Buffy, it was just an empty threat.

There was only one way to find it out. The vampire slipped out of his crypt and headed for the Summers' residence.

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After a few hours of holding Buffy, Faith decided the little slayer wasn't waking anytime soon. She had finished the assigned reading and tossed down the slayer handbook. Bored but not sleepy, the brunette gently disentangled herself and crept from the room.

When she got downstairs, it was to a fresh bowl of popcorn and a very animated Mrs. Summers. Apparently something very exciting had happened at the gallery. Faith listened politely, leaning back and sharing the popcorn.

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Pressing up against the window, Spike was able to see most of the living room. Joyce and the other slayer were sitting on the sofa watching the telly and sharing popcorn. He smirked at the scene. *If Buffy's mum knew what her daughter liked to do with that sexy brunette...* Chuckling, he cast his eyes about the room searching for Buffy.

He didn't have long to wait however. The little slayer soon came stomping down the stairs looking riled. "Mom, I have to go out. Faith is�"

Spike snickered as the girl casually glanced at Buffy, smiling. "Hey B, what's up?"

He stood watching as Joyce soon retreated to the kitchen, leaving the two slayers alone. From his vantage point, Spike could see that the dark-haired beauty was staring at the television set and his little slayer was staring at her. *Oh christ! The slayer is whipped!*

He scowled when noticing Faith's cold attitude and Buffy's hurt look. *That bitch!* Prowling around to the side, he listened to Buffy's phone call with Giles. *So she is going slaying?... Best if I keep a low profile tonight.*

Spike moved back to his original hiding place and watched as Buffy came back into the room where Faith was stretched out. The little slayer awkwardly said goodbye and tried to steal a kiss. He found himself inexplicably miffed that the brunette didn't even turn her head. She merely gave Buffy some half-ass wave.

"Well, we'll just see about that. Think you're above love, do ya?" The vampire stepped away from the window muttering. "Let's see how you like being love's bitch?!"

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Faith rolled over to find Buffy perched on the edge of her bed, watching her. "B, whatcha doin'?"

"Waiting for a girl." The little blonde smiled prettily causing Faith to grin. She didn't remember Buffy looking so absolutely irresistible.

Sitting up, she had to ask, "Who?" But Faith already knew what she hoped the answer to be.

Buffy giggled and swatted at her. "You of course, you silly."

"Oh yeah?!" Faith grabbed the blonde and tickled her without mercy.

Gasping for air, the small slayer held up her hands. "I give up. I give up. No more tickles. I want kisses."

Faith held her breath, staring at beautiful blonde woman laying beneath her. *Holy shit!*

"Faithy... Faithy... Earth to Faith." Buffy tittered, tapping the younger slayer's nose. "Penny for your thoughts."

Faith jumped away from her. "Why aren't you out slaying?"

"I am." She sang out in a chipper tone. "You're asleep."

*Fuck!* Faith sat up, sweat dripping down her face. She peered around her bedroom, looking for Buffy. The room was empty. Quickly, she climbed from the bed and checked Buffy's bedroom. *Nope, B's still out... must have been a dream... damn, it was so real.*

The brunette climbed back into her bed uncertain of what it meant, but frightened by what she felt.

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Part 28: Arousing and Addictive

Buffy sat twiddling her pen and tapping her foot as she stared at the classroom clock. In another half hour she knew she'd be home. *Faith should be back from training by now.* The anticipation had her all keyed up.

The slayers hadn't spoken since the awkward exchange in the living room the day before; which wasn't surprising, since Buffy returned from slaying extremely late.

When she tried to sneak into Faith's bedroom, she discovered the door was locked, and by the time she'd awoke, Faith had already left the house.

Apparently, Giles was eager to start Faith's first official day of training. The spoiled blonde frowned. *My wicked watcher took Faithy before I could see her today.* Pouting prettily, she began to doodle.

The little slayer assumed that was the reason that she seemed to be suffering from Faith withdrawals. She hadn't seen the brunette for almost a full day. That, plus she still was worried over how the younger girl felt about their sexual encounters.

It's not like she was clear on what she meant to Faith. Sure, the brunette had said she was down for some casual sex, but there had to be more to it. Buffy felt as if her and Faith were sharing something uniquely intimate.

Just being allowed to place her mouth and tongue in the naughtiest of places was an acceptance of sorts. Once Buffy experienced this, she craved for it.

The little blonde sat pondering her accidental discovery with some amazement.

Truly, she was just testing her own resolve the first time. She had no idea how arousing and addictive the sensation of submission would become for her. Each act of love that she was allowed to demonstrate on Faith's body served as an aphrodisiac.

In fact, the mere thought of kneeling before Faith to worship her body, made Buffy shiver with desire.

Peering back up at the clock, the pretty little blonde began to fidget. *Still ten more minutes?!... Ugh!*

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Anxiously Faith eyed the digital display on the VCR. She knew that at any moment the little golden one would come sauntering through that door.

Faith's biggest fear now was that she'd immediately turn to mush and do something crazy... like use the "L" word. At least that's what she felt in the dream.

*It has to be a mistake. Buffy is confused and now it's fucking with my head too!* Grabbing her jacket, the slayer strode out the back door and headed for the nearest bar.

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Buffy dashed up the porch and fumbled with her key. Once she finally managed to enter, she immediately called out. "Faith. Faith, I'm home."

Her giddiness was soon replaced with disappointment. Faith was nowhere to be found. Snatching up the phone, she immediately dialed Giles.

"Buffy, I'm sure that she's fine. She may have just gone for a walk." The watcher rubbed his temples, sighing. "Yes, I think it's alright for her to be unattended. Really Buffy. She's not a child." He listened as his slayer prattled on before adding. "If she isn't back in a few hours, we'll go look for her then. Okay. Okay, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Buffy sat down sadly. She glanced at the bag of stuff that she'd brought for Faith. It wasn't much really, just some brightly colored pens for writing in her training journal, licorice, and a few more comic books. The little blonde picked up the items and went upstairs.

She set the stuff on Faith's bed before glancing around. *Faith's leather jacket is gone. She intends on being out late.* Buffy scowled. *Dammit Faith!* The blonde suddenly knew where to find her... someplace with alcohol.

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"The solution is to keep it all about sex. Ya know what I'm talkin' about, don't you Willy?" Faith slurred, leaning toward the greasy bartender.

"Oh yeah. I know where you're coming from, Slayer. You and me, we like to keep the ladies dangling. Don't want `em to get too comfortable." Willy sniggered, puffing out his chest.

Faith tapped her glass and he filled it, whistling as the brunette downed the entire thing. "Faith, I'm not one to interfere with anyone's drinking, but you may be doing it just a little too well... if ya get my drift." Willy cleared his throat nervously, waiting for her unfavorable reaction.

Squinting, Faith surveyed her surroundings. "No such thing." She muttered while pulling a few crumpled bills from her pocket. "Doesn't matter though. I feel ready now."

"Ready for what?"

Giving the bartender a wink, the dark-eyed beauty tossed her money down and swaggered out.

Willy scratched his head. "Huh? Slayers... Go figure."

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