Disclaimers: Joss owns them. I make NO claim to the characters at all.
 
Comments: What can I say, I'm on the diet coke again.
 
Dedications: To Star, for making me laugh and Sway for... being Sway. Also for Sarah Meyers for being so forgiving about my 'Watching' fic *Fights back tears* It was the ultimate humiliation. And finally to M for being mad, don't get me started on her being drunk and dancing to Elvis on a table, please.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XX - If They Come by the Pound, I don't Want to go Metric!
 
 
I dunk my head under the water again.
C-c-c-c-cold!
Thank god.
I don't need heated water.
Actually I need a pool of ice-cubes.
With an umbrella in it and some raspberry cordial.
Hmmm...
 
I put my hands on the side and push myself out of the pool.
I can see Faith watching me, from the lounger.
Her face looks sort of ... I don't know.
 
I look down at my bikini.
Nothing came off did it?
Nope, all in place.
All of it.
Actually there is a lot of material.
I am so going to have tan lines; everywhere.
I'm going to have more lines than tan.
Damn!
 
I walk over to Faith and she smiles.
All white teeth and skin... lots of skin... brown, glistening, glowing ...
ARGGGGGH!
Mind off this and on to; kittens!
 
I sit down on the lounger.
 
'You feeling cooler, B? You over heating or something?'
 
She puts a pair of sunglasses on.
My heart just does this pathetic fluttery dance in my chest.
 
Kittens!
Fluffy cute kittens, playing with yarn.
 
'Yeah, you're hot... I mean, it's hot! It's hot, out here, in the sun, with me and you, baking really!'
 
Patting kittens, pretty kitty's!
 
'If you're getting sunstroke then you need to go in, don't want your tiny brain getting all frazzled.'
 
'Thanks, Faith! My brain is fine! What about you? Crispy fried Slayer is not an attractive look.'
 
'You think we can go topless?'
 
KITTENS!
Kittens playing with breasts, errr... I mean, playing with--the things they play with!
 
'Topless?'
 
No!
I can't sit here with her topless!
 
'Yeah, B, like, without a top on? I need to get everything done evenly. Told you I don't like lines.'
 
'Faith? There are old people here you know. You'll give them heart attacks and I so don't want that on my conscience!'
 
She takes her sunglasses off and looks round poolside.
Then she just grins at me and moves her head over to the far corner.
 
'They're topless, look. Must be ok. You're not getting all Prudey on me are you?'
 
'Prudey? NO! Prudey is not something I do, Faith!'
 
What a lie!
She looks at me and laughs, all gravely.
 
No, don't do the gravely laugh!
Not with the skimpy bikini and the semi-nakedness.
This is seriously getting too much!
 
'B? I have known you for more than a day, prudey is what you are! Look, I'll keep my top on, 'k? Shit, the sacrifices I make!'
 
'What do I care if you take it off? I don't care, like so don't care! Caring is something that doesn't come into me and your breasts.'
 
Hello?
Engage brain before saying ANYTHING ELSE!
 
'Un-hook me then, B?'
 
What?
NO!
Not me?
Someone else!
 
Kittens!
Playing with... oh fuck kittens, really.
Look, now I'm cursing kittens.
My day has sunk to new lows.
 
I swallow and reach over to her clasp, she's turned her back and is holding the front of the top so she can catch it.
 
Then she starts laughing, turns her head round a little.
 
'Shit B?! I'm yankin' your chain, man! Fuck, like I'd let all these men check my rack out?!'
 
Huh?!
Safe?
I'm safe!
 
'FAITH!'
 
'Had you goin' though. Fuck, thought your head was gonna pop!'
 
Not the only thing that was going to explode.
 
'Shut up and lie down!'
 
We lie back down and all I can hear is her laughing.
 
From now on the we are only doing things that involve clothes, and lots of them!