Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. No harm intended.
Rating: I'll have an NC-17, with extra sprinkles, please. Not that it IS NC-17, just like the sound of it.
Comments: I feel like a slave to my fic. Someone save me! Also, here's that Italic k/board short cut again! Woo!
Authors disclaimer: I think I've drunk too much coke! *cries* I can't stop writing!
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XIV - When Stroking Ego's, Please File Nails First
 
'I'm gonna take a shower B, then we can go and look at the slots and tables downstairs, ok?'
 
'Yes I know, I have no money, fine! Don't use all the hot water.'
 
'B? This is Vegas, I think they've got plenty of hot water here! Jeez.'
 
I throw a pillow at her but hit the door as she goes into the bathroom.
 
I lie back on the bed and listen to the shower being turned on.
Faith, all naked.
Ok, the shower isn't the only thing getting turned on here.
 
Oh my god!
Did I just think that?
Right, happy thoughts!
Think about kittens and puppies and...
Damn it!
 
What's going on here?
When did I become Faith in my head?
And when did I start crushing over her?
I know the answer to that, when I read her diary.
I think I knew before then what was going on with her, but still, it was a shock.
To have everything confirmed like that.
And to find out that she actually has feeling things inside her.
 
What an idiotic thing to think Buffy Summers!
 
I reach over for Faith's pack of cigarettes and light one up.
Great, now all I need is the leathers and I am Faith!
 
Well, hardly.
There it is again!
I'm turning into Giles!
 
What is that?
Oh my god!
Faith's singing!
 
I laugh at the thought of her in the shower, using the head as a microphone!
All wet and soapy...
Argh!
Don't go there.
Just... DON'T!
 
I stub the cigarette out carefully.
I can smoke it later, if I don't break it.
Wow, the things having no money does to you!
 
I walk over to the bathroom door and put my ear against it.
I press myself against it, harder, can't quite make out what she's singing.
It's not Britney is it?
 
'Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhit!'
 
The door flies open and I fall in, and end up lying on the floor.
As I look up Faith's pulled the shower curtain round her, leaving her shoulders and face exposed.
 
'Jeez, B! You only had to ask!'
 
'No! No... No... No, this isn't how it looks!'
 
'You're lying on the floor when I'm taking a shower, it can't look any other way! You want to wash my back?'
She's grinning, but I can see's sort of nervous with it.
 
'Um, no it's ok, I heard you singing and was trying to listen at the door. Then... God, don't you lock doors, Faith?'
 
'I thought I was safe with you. While you're here, hand me the conditioner?'
 
'Huh?'
I get up and wipe the front of my shirt off, I'm all wet and it's sticking to me.
Great!
I'll have to use that pathetic excuse for an iron to try and get the creases out of something else now.
 
'B? Conditioner? Look, I'll get it!'
 
She starts to remove the shower curtain from her body.
 
'OH MY GOD, NO! I mean, hold on, I'll get it!'
 
No, no, no, no, naked... her... wet... me... here... us... bad!
BAD!
 
Get the conditioner!
Well done, now pass it to her!
Excellent, Buffy, you absolute MORON!
 
'Thanks, B. You ok? We've got the same bits, you know.'
 
She gets back behind the shower curtain and I can hear the water hitting her body.
 
No, to thinking about bodies!
 
'Um, yeah, sure, I'll wait outside.'
 
'I'm almost finished anyway, I'll be out in a couple of minutes.'
 
'Sure!'
 
Sure, fine, this is great!
Hi, Faith, just thought I'd FALL IN TO THE BATHROOM WHILE YOU WERE IN THE SHOWER!
 
I walk back out, closing the door behind me.
BAD DOOR!
 
I think I'm going to die!
I jump on the bed, face down, in a star shape.
 

Now I hope Circus Circus runs out of hot water.
Because I need a cold shower.