Disclaimers: Joss, Mutant etc own them. I don't. No harm, no foul!
 
Comments: Have you guys figured out that this fic is going to be lots of parts? It's not Beta'd because I am lazy, no other reason. Pebblin is still a doll.
 
Dedications: I would like to dedicate this to Diet Coke and TheSpanner, who likes these little fics, bless her.
 
Titles: I have no idea what they all mean, or where they come from, although I did get one of them from a sign on the underground.
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXI - To Open, Gently Prise Top Off and Remove Inner Covering
 

'B? Where's the after sun?'
 
I'm feeling all tight after a morning in the Vegas heat.
 
'B?'
 
Jeez, I feel like a babysitter!
What's she doing now?
 
I walk into the bathroom and see her leant over the basin, splashing water on her face.
She's still in that tight bikini.
Shit, that's a body I wouldn't mind crawling all over.
 
Fuck!
You're meant to be getting over her, Faith!
Tomorrow, I'm meant to be getting over her tomorrow.
So today I can play around a bit.
And with that thought I slide myself up close to her.
 
'Cooling off, Faith... think I might have stayed out there too long.'
 
Well she isn't looking all red and glowy, and she is a blonde, so the sun shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Wonder how natural that is?

Yeah; don't go there Faith!
You've only got one day of flirting left, and B ain't that easy.
Or you're not that smooth.
 
'Let me look.'
 
I slip her bikini strap down a little, just to check, you know, see if anything got burnt!
Nah, she's ok.
She straightens herself up and were, close.
I mean, I'm looking into those big old green eyes of hers and I swear they seem to get bigger and bigger the longer I stare.

Woah, head trip!
One day left, Faith, make it count.

I'll make it count alright.
 
I lick my lips and give her a smutty grin.
Got her!
She backs off a little and grabs a towel to pat her face dry.
 
Cool!
I think I'm making her nervous.
Actually, I know I'm making her nervous.
She's all fumbly and keeps her eyes away from mine.
 
'Come and lie down, B. It'll help if you think you've OD'd on sunshine.'
 
Playtime Faith!
Lets kick it up a gear.
Payback time for making me back down yesterday with the flirting.
Revenge is sweet.
 
I grab her hand and pull her out into the bedroom and lead her to my bed.
I sit down and pat the space next to me.
 
'I have my own bed, Faith!'
 
'And it's covered in your clothes from earlier, hey, if you want to clear them all off then fine. Thought it'd be easier to lie down on mine. What's wrong with that?'
 
She looks at me, then at all the stuff on her bed, then back at me.
I swear I hear the cogs turning.
 
She just does this Buffy sigh thing and sits down next to me.
 
Ok, lets see how rusty Faith's got then.
 
I scoot over and lie down, right in the middle, so that what ever side she chooses means she'll be pretty damn close to me.
I can feel the nerves coming off her.

This is revenge, Buffy Summers!

Well, revenge and a bit of lust.
But they make perfect partners, just like me and her.
Uh-uh... don't go thinking like that!
 
She lies back down and faces me, her eyes closed.
God, she's stunning.
Her face has browned in the sun and her hair's still damp.
 
Shit.
Not so easy now is it?
Chump.
The shity situations you get yourself into, Faith!
Trying to out do her and you end up like this.
 
Fuck, if you're in the fire you may as well get roasted all over, you know.
So, I pick up a strand of hair, and feel it in my fingers.
Her eyes fly open.
 
'Your hairs still damp, B. It'll frizz up if you don't dry it off.'
 
SHIT!
When did I become Vidal Sassoon?
What a pansy assed line, Faith?
It'll frizz up?
What the fuck?
Soft, pretty, even nice would have been better, not damp and frizzy!
YOU MORON!
 
'It'll be ok, I have stuff for it in my bag.'
 
'You have everything in your bag, it's like a bottomless pit, B.'
 
'Yeah, like your stomach. Look, a girls got to try and look her best at all times. And that takes time, effort and lots of products!'
 
She smiles at me and I hold myself back from just kissing her again.
For the life of me, can't figure out why.
Because you'd get Slayer slapped, Faith, that's why!
Sort of like being bitch slapped, only you end up in a different time zone with the Slayer version.
Been there; ain't pretty.
 
'I'm kinda hungry now, B.'
 
Hey, the old Faith's back again.
Just don't fuck it up by talking complete crap this time!
 
I let her hair fall out of my fingers and rest my palm right in front of her chest.
Real close.
I see her swallow.
Got her on the run now.
So, she's not backing down?
Nice to see her up for the challenge.
 
'What do you want? I mean, we could get something sent up.'
 
Strike for Faith, got her all breathless.
Lets go for a Mexican wave next.
 
'What do you think I want, B? I need something to fill me up, 'cause I'm feeling pretty empty right about now. I've looked over the menu and I want it all.'
 
I drag my eyes slowly down her body and back up again.
She looks seriously spooked.
Hit me with that Mexican wave people, 'cause that was class.
 
'Um, I haven't... the menu... I mean, I haven't looked over the menu yet.'
 
Ahh, she squeaked that out.
That was just plain cute.
Shit, now I feel guilty.
Can see she's getting all wigged.
 
Ok, fun's over, Faith.
Play nicely, be good, leave B alone!
 
But just give her a little taste, just so she doesn't forget.
 
'I'll check the menu out again, B.'
 
I get up and crawl over her to get to off the bed.
I mean, crawl!
Full body contact, baby.
What with us both being in bikini's it's a memory that I'm gonna be keeping forever.
I see her eyes close as I move over her.
Probably wondering why she ever flirted back with me.
 
I smile as I get off the bed.
 
Tomorrow seems a long way off.
And today?
Well, today is gonna be full of fun.
 
Hell yeah!