Disclaimers: Joss owns them.
I merely borrow them and return them broken and twisted.
Authors Comments: Well, shucks,
those last parts were all up and down, weren't they? Bit like Eliza Dushku's
tongue in Soul Survivors. Thanks to Nikita for letting me know about the girl
on girl in it.
Authors Comments: You know,
I don't think sex'dness is a word. So I'm claiming it as my own.
Buffy's POV
SDTR XXX - It's Not Only In Fairy
Tales, But Sometimes, Just Sometimes, In My Fic Too
Mmmm, all nice and warm and...
Did I dream what we did last night?
Please say I'm still...yes!
Still naked!
ThankYouThankYouThankYou!
I think I'm going to pass out from happy, sex'dness!
'You're awake. Why you looking under the covers,
B? You didn't get enough of a look at it all last night, huh?'
'I got a look at everything real well, just,
I thought it might have been a dream. I was checking on my pj situation. Look,
not there! Wow, they're on the top of the stereo? How'd they get there?'
'Hey, I hit a home run with them. Shit, not
just them, huh?'
She picks my hand up and kisses my palm, then
stops, turning it over quickly.
Oh, crap!
'Where's the ring I got you?'
'Um...'
She looks at me, and I must look like I'm trying
to think up a lie, which I sort of am.
Damn it.
Damn.
Damn.
Damn!
'You took my... I mean, your ring
off?'
'I... um... yes?'
She drops my hand down, grabs her shirt from
the end of the bed, and slips it on.
Then she's up and getting dressed, real quick.
Well done, Buffy; idiot!
'Wait, I can explain!'
'Hey, your ring. You can do what you want with
it. I gotta get going, I got stuff to do.'
'Why do you have to spoil it? We were snuggling
and... warm and all hazy, after last night.'
She spins round, and I thought she'd be angry
with me, but she's not.
She's upset.
Her jaws all tight and tensed.
'Me spoil it? I didn't spoil nothing. Why'd
you take my ring off? You said you'd always wear it and... shit, you had that
little belief in us that you took it off?'
'That little belief?! That's funny, coming
from someone who's spent the last few months telling me I should be with someone
else!'
She has!
Every week she'd tell me I should get with
someone else, not stay with her.
But I hung in there, and now she's trying to
take away our night together!
'Nice way to throw stuff back in my face. Thanks.
I'm out of here!'
'You always do this. You always run away when
things get tough.'
'I'm not running any-fuckin'-where. I'm going
home to have a shower and change my clothes!'
Why does it all have to unravel so soon?
Then I start crying, because all I wanted was
this, to be with her again, and now it's all going wrong.
It's like we're not meant to be together.
'I took it off because you threw me out, and
I thought you didn't even want me as a friend anymore! So everytime I looked
at the ring, it made me want to cry. Ok? Happy now?!'
There, think about that when you're
going home.
I flop back down, and bury myself in the covers,
but they just smell like Faith, and it makes me feel worse.
You go, run away, do what you always do!
But then I feel her lie down, next to me, on
top of the covers, kissing my neck.
'You thought I didn't even want you as a friend?
Shit, B, why didn't you say something to me?'
'Because I was upset.'
'I called you, left messages telling you I
was sorry, but your fuckin' phone didn't give you them.'
'Ok. Get back into bed, please?'
'No. Not yet. Where's the ring? You didn't
dump it did you? Shit, you didn't flush it or...'
I get back up and slap her arm.
Flush it?
As if I would!
'No I didn't! It's here, in it's little box.
See?'
She takes the box and flips the lid, checking.
Then she takes the ring out, and holds it up
to the light.
'I love the way the emerald's all swirly. It's
so cool. None of the others were like that, it's why I picked this
stone. Thought it was the special one in the bunch, sort of different from
the others, but it just made it more beautiful; like you.'
And now I want to cry, because she's being
all romantic!
I think my heads going to burst, from the changing
emotions in it.
One minute I'm all mad at her, 'cause she's
being stupid, the next she's the sweetest person, ever!
'Which finger does it fit on? It never used
to fit on that one did it? Shit, it's like fate. You really are
my girl if you wear it on that finger, B!'
'I know. It's weird 'cause it never used to
fit there. Maybe someone's trying to tell us something?'
She gives me this sexy smile, licks her lips,
and pushes it on.
Then jumps on top of me!
Yeah, this is Faith being romantic!
But who am I to complain?
Because I finally got my girl back!
-|- THE END -|-
Title: It's all about those
happy endings folks. Sometimes they're not meant to be, but other times?
They are, very much so.
I hope you've enjoyed the
glimpse into the lives of the two Slayers, for I've certainly enjoyed writing
about them.
Now I'm taking a short leave
of absence to write the non B/F spin off.
*Takes a bow*
-|-
Miss K -|-