Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant etc own them. Not me.
Spoilers: Nope.
Comments: Thanks to Emma for being my Beta-R and also nagging me into believing that happy endings are sometimes possible for Faith, although I'm still not 100% happy with that concept. Also Darkmikilol, here you go, something nice and light.

It's In This Season

Jeez this place is shitty.

I look around my motel room.
I mean it looks like a pit.
Well a pit that's covered in crap.
Actually, if you had a pit covered in crap, and then added some empty boxes and broken things, and then loadsa stuff you didn't want, then my motel room would be lying under the very last bit of it all.
Right at the very bottom.

Lucky I don't GET lucky that often.

I kick a pizza carton.
Empty.
Probably do with being binned.
But I leave it.
Lying on the floor.

It can keep the other stuff company.
Don't want the other trash feeling lonely.
The box might have made friends with my old orange cartons.
And who am I to interfere with the course of true love.

I jump on my bed in an exaggerated leap.
I don't bounce as the springs went long ago.
Not from anything I'd been doing on it... I wish!
I just thump, in a dull, lifeless way.

'BORED'
Jeez I am so bored.
So I pick up the phone and press my speed dial.

'B? Faith... you wanna go out and patrol? I have serious cabin-fever!'

'I'm kind of in the middle of something Faith, we can patrol tomorrow.'

A small pang of disappointment travels through me.
I rub my stomach to get rid of it.
'Come on B, leave the crocheting, lets dust some Vamps! If you're worried about your hair looking a mess then wear a hat....'

'I'm NOT crocheting! And my HAIR looks fine. I have a mid term tomorrow, some of us want to graduate to become something more than a waitress.'

'Ooooo! Listen to you! You want a saucer of milk with that last comment? Cat-y! My skills are Major League hot B, you know that. I'm coming round to get you. See you in 10.'
I hang up and smile.
B is turning into damn Care Bear.

*****

So, here I am, outside her dorm.
Ok, I look .... well I look like me.
I should have worn that tight white shirt I got the other day.
Listen to me!

So, lets get with the with.
I don't move.

No Faith, you need to walk TO her dorm room.
I wipe my palms on the side of my jacket.
Sweaty palms are not good.
Don't want to betray my cool.

Ok... so, I'll just be all 'Hey, lets Slay!'
No that's crap.
'Hey B, nice sweater, been shopping by catalogue a lot?'
Yeah say that and then she'll slap you.

Think!

Blank mind.
Shit.
'So, you want help studying?'
Yeah cause you are SO clever, Faith!
Ok, just stick with the Slay angle.

---

So, outside her door.
Ok, knock.
Nope, don't want to.
My nerves are jingling in my legs.
Like hundreds of little bells.

Jingle Jangle.

God, I hope that ain't audible.
Don't want to sound like one of Santa's reindeers.

Right Knock, you dumb ass.

I do, FINALLY.

'B it's me!....'
Huh? No answer...
I look at the dorm number.
No, this is hers.

'B! Come on, I look like a stalker out here...'

'Hang ON! I'm changing...'

'Well that's just MORE reason to let me in... come on!'

She opens the door, and throws a handful of daggers at me, in a look that could kill.
But it's that half unbuttoned PJ top, that makes my eyes go wide.

'Ohh... look at you Miss Scanty! What's with the semi-dress? You wanna stay in with me instead of Slay?'

My eyebrow wiggles on it's own, out of habit.
That line was cheesy!
Why did I say THAT?
I mentally slap myself, hard.

Again, I get a fierce look.

'I thought you said you were changing? Where's the nudey stuff then? Should I just take a seat and get comfy? Are there chips and dips for the show?'

My mouth is dry, probably from all the running away from my brain.
I love teasing her though, she just gives me these deathly looks that make my body turn to mush.

'Faith, are you in heat or something? I'll just keep what I have on if you are.'

She sounds annoyed, but she doesn't have her 'resolve' face on yet, so I push my luck some more.

'Hey I'm just teasin ya B. Chill. The sooner we get out and I get rid of some of this tension then the quicker you can feel safe padding round in your bunny rabbit PJ's.'

'Hey they were a present! What's wrong with them?'
I watch as she looks down at them, she runs a hand over the bunny picture.

Wouldn't mind that being my hand right about now.

'B? Come on.. what's RIGHT with them. They're just...'
I laugh.
She has the weirdest taste.

'They're just WHAT? And what do YOU wear for bed? Hang on don't answer that one with 'a smile', that's SO last year.'
Hands on hips.
She's so easy to get a rise out of.

'Well B, if you gotta know. I have a couple of cheerleader tops... '

She snorts out a laugh.
'Oh my god! Faith. Don't even visit the place where YOU were a cheerleader. Because THAT is a scary visual that I do NOT want to have to relive.'

My memory slides back to the nights that I got them.

Heating me up.
Sizzling my body.

I slip closer to her and move to whisper my answer in her ear.
She smells like distant perfume.
It's nice.
Comforting.

'I didn't say I WAS one now did I B. They're souvenirs. Maybe if you're nice to me, I'll add those Bunny PJ's to my collection.'

She's still for a moment.
I feel her warm breath on my cheek.

And then, suddenly, she takes a step back.
I give her a lop sided grin, and a slow, sleazy wink.
Maybe my luck's in?
Slaying just doesn't seem that appealing anymore.

She is all gapping mouth and wide eyes.

'Hey Miss Freaked. What? You all against female bonding or something? Don't tell me you're little Miss 'anti little girl on girl'?'

I bait her a little, and try and steer her in the right direction.

But she's still looking at me like she's gonna start catching flies.
And then, with a little shake of her head, as if she's trying to clear the fog, she's back.

'I'm NOT some red neck bigot! And I'm NOT freaked. I'm fine with... you know... your choice of path.'
I watch her cross her arms, as if trying to protect herself.

'B! You are SO in the freaked zone right now. Remember no stopping or you'll get a ticket.'
A chuckle escapes my lips, as I watch her.
I can almost see the mental thought process going on, inside her head.
But I can't help but push her a little more.

Just a tap.
Just in the right direction.
Just in my direction

So I reach slowly for the collar of her PJ's, and straighten it a bit.
A small touch.
But I make sure, that on leaving the fabric, my hand brushes against her neck.
Electric!
It's like a mini bolt has just hit me in the chest, and started heading Southwards.

'I'm NOT freaked Faith, pur-lease! 21st Century. Hello!'

Before she can even take a breath after what she said, I jump in.
'Ok then, prove it. Kiss me.'

I lock eyes with her.
She is freaked.
But she hasn't slapped me.
And she hasn't moved away.
And that my friends, is a damn good sign.
She may as well be holding an 'I HEART FAITH' banner.

'W-What? Kiss you? I mean...you? Me kiss you?'
Now a stutter on her, sounds cute.
Not so much the tough slayer now are ya, B.

'Yeah kiss me. Come on girlfriend, everyone is doing it. I read Cosmo, I know what's big this season, and girls are 'in'. So join the fashion parade. I won't tell anyone, come on, it's just me, cute little Faith.'

And with that, I take a step forward, so we're closer.
I can feel the heat rise between the two of us, like a shower just without the steam; not yet anyway.

She's looking into my eyes, not sure what she's trying to find, not sure if anything but lust is in them at the moment.
She's thinking, and I can almost hear the cogs turning round in her head.

And then I see it.
She nods.
Just a small nod.
Slight.
But all the same...

And all my nerves have left me.
Gone somewhere else to play for a while.

I close the small gap between us.
Slowly.
I want to savour this.
Her.
I want to remember every little detail.
Everything.

Then; I move my lips, so they barely touch hers.
I feel her warm breath coming quickly.
And mines the same.
We're in total synch.

My hand moves up to her hair.
I dreamed about how it would be, and it feels... like silk.
Silk, flowing between my fingers.
Soft, just like her lips I bet.

My heart's trying to pound its way out of my chest.

And I'm taken by surprise, by B, moving those last millimetres between us.
She covers my lips with her own, capturing my mouth.
I move my lips under hers, slowly, so as not to scare her away.
Then I don't know who started it, but we are kissing.

I mean KISSING!

I move away slightly, but only so I can lick her top lip; then I cover her bottom one, in small slow kisses.
Then her lips are back on mine, and her hands are in my hair.
Pulling me into her.
And I have no idea where my hands are.
All I feel is; this kiss and. Her lips!

I feel a swoon build up inside me, and I push it back down; back to where it came from.

Easy tiger.

My eyes roll back in my head, as a furnace full of heat, snakes its way down my body.
Slithering, igniting everything it comes into contact with.
It's like a flashfire.
And I'm about to go up in flames.

Why did I wait this long?!

Talent.
She's got a large helping of talent, where that mouth is concerned.
Jeez!

Brain not functioning.
Melt down in 20 seconds.

I break away, trying not to look like a total idiot, as I sneak in a seriously deep breath.

My eyes focus on B's face.
Her eyes slowly open, as if she's just waking up.
She holds this glazed expression.
And then she flashes me THE most intensely 'hussy' look I've ever seen; and I've seen some, and more.
She gives her head a little shake, just to clear the mist.

'I....'
She looks dazed.
And it's just the cutest look.
She sits down on the bed, in a heavy flop.
A moment later, she finishes her sentence.
'.... just need to sit down.'

'Um, B? You are sitting down.'
I can't hold back the chuckle that was sitting in my throat.
But I really don't think she noticed.

'Then I need to stand up....'
And with that she's standing again.

I congratulate myself.
Hey, I did that to her.
Well she did that to me as well, but I'm just better at hiding it.

'No, I'm with my first choice of sitting down, been using these legs a lot lately, just need to rest them. Slayer stuff you know Faith. So... well, that's that then.'
She flops down again.
And just as quickly she is up again.

'Actually, I'm in the mood for pacing, yup, mood for pacing. Pacing's good, if I remember; beer bad, pacing good.'

'So B...' I watch her go back and forth a little, then she comes to a stop, a few feet from me '... wasn't that bad was it? You can cross that off the 'to do' list, you probably have in your diary.'

'You read my diary!'
There's with that 'hands on hips' thing again.
She's a feisty one.
I like it.

'B? I said the list you PROBABLY have in your diary. You ok? You look a bit flushed, you getting a cold or something.'
I can't help teasing her.
It's the most fun I've had in months.

'Oh, oh... right, yeah probably. Well I don't. Don't have a list, and certainly not a list with that on. And, maybe I do have a cold, it's hot in here isn't it?'
She walks over and pushes the window open, taking a deep breath of cold air, and looks back, expecting me to be in agreement.

'Hot in here?' I motion to the room.
'Or hot in here?' I tap my chest and drag my finger down towards the buttons of my leather pants.

And then Red walks in.

'Hey Buffy! Oh, Faith, hi you guys.'

Red you have the shittiest timing.
I look at B, moisten my lips suggestively, and give her a wink.
Her mouth just drops open, and she blinks several times, as if trying to focus.

Yeah, I got her.

'Hey Red. I was just leaving anyway. You two have a nice night. See ya B.'
I walk over to the door.

I open it, but before I'm out, I hear my name.

'Faith? Wait up, you forgot something.'
B walks over to me... nah, that should be; slides over to me, kinda sultry like.
She gives a quick look round at Red; she's looking for something in her dresser, muttering about some shirt that Lara or somebody wants.

'Did I, B?'
I give her a wicked grin.
And with that she plants a soft kiss on my lips, something that's full of promise.

She breaks off, with this wicked smile on her face.

'There you go Faith, bring it back next time you're over.'

Oooo, you better believe I will.

And I as I walk home, I look forward to returning that, with interest!

 

THE END