Disclaimers: Joss and his Mutants own them, not me. I make no claims to B/F.
Comments: I don't want SDV to end! Which is why I'm typing very slowly and this part is ten times longer than what I normally do!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 01.12.01
Dedications: To Wlfgrrl who made me the BEST Eliza pic, to try and cheer my sorry ass up! Check her BIO page to get the link. I love it! She's a babe.
Roman Numerals: I know the last one was wrong, but I liked the 4 X's
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XLI - To Keep Slayers in Perfect Working Condition, Lubricate Frequently
 
'Ok, I'm full, Faith! No more room for feeling bad, see I told you ice-cream solved everything!'
 
She's still putting it away.
Hollow legs, arms and entire body are what I'm thinking.
 
'Yeah, I do feel better. But think that's more the sugar rush, B!'
 
She smiles at me and then gets that sad face again.
She flicks her smile back up, but it's too late.
Already caught you, Faith!
I don't know what to do to make everything ok.
What do I do to take us back to where we were a few days ago?
 
'I'm full, B.'
She pushes her ice-cream away and jabs the spoon right into the middle of what's left.
 
'You getting some staking practice in, Faith?'
 
'Something like that.'
 
What'd cheer her up?
Ooo! I know!
 
'Do you want to go out later? To a club? I promise, no alcohol will pass my lips!'
 
There, I got a smile!
Way to go, B!
 
'A club? You up for it, B? I got some wicked energy I need to burn off, and dancing is a mean way to go.'
 
'Club it is then!'
 

'Faith? You ready yet? Come on, it's getting late!'
 
I never knew slipping some leathers and a top on could take so long, I was ready forever ago!
She walks out of the bathroom and I fight the urge to faint.
She's wearing tight black leather pants, that flare out over her boots a bit.
And her top... is that a top?
Actually, is that legal?
God, I hope so!
It's sheer, so sheer there's so little point in her wearing it.
And a black lacy bra underneath that just screams 'Don't touch me unless you want first degree burns!'
Well, if I needed any help getting over the bad stuff then it's standing right in front of me!
I'm over the bad stuff!
And I want to be under the good stuff!
Buffy Summers!
Stop it, now, I mean it!
 
She's looking at me, like she's waiting for something.
What?
OH!
 
'You look, um... I have to go and change! I look like I'm going to a barn dance next to you!'
 
'No you don't, B, you look really nice. I like your skirt, I mean... it's nice, the... the material or something. Shit, I'm no good at this! You look hot, B, real hot!'
 
I get this goofy grin on my face.
She thinks I look nice, well hot, she thinks I look hot!
 
'You think I look ok then, B?'
 
I don't know how I got there but I'm standing in front of her, with my hand touching the hem of her top.
'I like this... this... whole thing. I like your lips... stick, lipstick, it's a nice, um, colour.'
 
I remove my hand and move a safe distance back, like when you're lighting fireworks.
 
'Ok then girlfriend, let's hit the clubs. Burn some energy up on the dancefloor!'
 
 
I push my way over to the bar and get us two beers and take them back to where Faith's standing.
She's re-applying her lipstick in the mirrored wall.
 
'You gonna be ok with that beer, B?'
 
What?
Damn!
I meant to get a diet coke; well, one won't hurt.
 
'I just ordered on automatic, I'll get a coke next, sorry.'
 
'No harm, no foul, just so long as we keep off the Absinthe, we'll be cool.'
 
She takes her beer and takes a swig.
I shake to light my cigarette as I watch her lick some of the liquid off her lips.
I remember how those lips felt on mine.
How that tongue felt in my mouth, in my...
HOLD UP!
We need to not be going there.
We need to go slow with things, not rush anything, I want everything to be ok.
And I want to remember everything next time.
If there is going to be a next time.
I inhale on the cigarette to try and calm down a bit, maybe it's the music in here that's making me feel like I need a good Slay?
 
I watch as a tall, good looking man starts talking to Faith.
He taps her bottle and I think he just asked if she wants a drink?
Then he touches her arm!
 
HEY!
HANDS OFF, OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS, MISTER!
WE'VE DONE STUFF, NAKED STUFF, SO... BACK OFF!
 
She says something to him, smiles, grabs my hand and moves my arm so it's round her waist.
Oh, I think his jaw just hit the floor!
He looks from me to her and I move closer to her, feeling how warm she is.
God, she really is hot...and not just what she's wearing!
He holds his hands up in mock surrender and walks away.
 
Faith turns round and whispers in my ear, all breathy.
 
'Jerk tried to hit on me, I told him you were my girlfriend! Did you see his fuckin' face? Shit, there's another Kodak moment, right there!'
 
She pulls back and chinks her bottle with mine and takes a swig.
We stand for a moment, letting the music move over us.
Has she noticed I've still got my arm round her?
Should I take it away?
Do we look gay?
I hope so, because I don't want to have to break the next person's arm who gets all 'Oh, I like your top! Let me touch it with my yucky, gross fingers, even though you're obviously out of my league!'
Does that mean I'm in her league?
I glance over at her and look.
I mean look, not at Faith the person I know, but at her.
And she's just... stunning, in her leathers and all that dark make up.
Now I know why I have my arm round her.
Because I, Buffy Summers, am showing her off!
Well, showing off the fact we're pretending to be together.
Pretending to be together...
I take my arm away.
We're not together though, not really.
You just ruined your own perfect thoughts then, Buffy.
And I realise how she must have felt.
Only a hundredth of what she must have felt but still...
I move closer and hug her.
You're a major asshole sometimes, Summers!
 
'What's this for, you're not drunk on one beer are you, B?'
 
She's hugging me back though!
 
'I just wanted to give you a 'we're having fun and I'm glad we came out' hug, nothing wrong with that!'
 
I let her go, and give her a quick peck on the cheek.
 
She pushes me away, quickly.
What?!
Faith?
 
'Shit, B, I dropped my beer, did I get you? Sorry, must have slipped. Fuck!'
 
She mouths to the bar and they wave her off and send someone over to sweep up the glass.
 
'You wanna dance? I got energy bouncing round every which way, lets go burn some off.'
 

'Ok, I need to sit down and get something to drink. You want, B?'
 
I shake my head no.
I want minimal fluids, from any place that sells alcohol passing these lips!
I'm not willing to risk this, how we are now, for the sake of a few more beers.
 
I lean back against a pillar and watch the people dancing.
No one looks as good as we did out there!
I'm not being big headed, well I am, but they had to turn the air con up when we kicked back.
I bet when everyone leaves there'll be scorch marks on the floor!
 
Then she's back next to me, taking a swig of beer, looking at me.
So I turn to lean my shoulder against the pillar and look back.
She pushes some hair back from my face and smiles at me, and I just want to cry.
Not because I'm sad, but because it's the nicest look anyone's ever given me.
 
'You look so nice, B, like, really nice. I'm glad everything's cool with us.'
 
She drops her eyes and turns back to look at the dancefloor, taking another swig of her drink.
I thought she was going to kiss me then.
I really wanted her to kiss me then!
Why didn't she?
Maybe she doesn't want to!
Oh my god, what if I freaked her out with the not remembering deal so much, she's all 'I like you, but you're too much hassle, B!'
I told her I loved her and she never said anything back, and that's why!
Oh my god, you idiot, Summers!
YOU IDIOT!
And now I really do want to cry.
I'm all over her, and she hasn't made a single move back!
This is Faith we're talking about!
Flirt Faith, Wicked Cool Faith, Take what you want Faith!
 
I pull a cigarette out and try and light it, but the lighter wont work!
DAMN!
 
Faith takes the lighter from my hands; I'm shaking!
You're such a moron, Buffy!
Then she pulls the cigarette from my mouth.
And then; she presses her lips up against mine, in a short, gentle kiss.
My eyes close, even after her lips are gone.
I don't want to open them and lose that feeling.
I don't want reality to come back.
I want that kiss to last forever!
But I have to see her face, what's going on, on it.
As I open them, I'm looking into her chocolate eyes.
She moves her mouth to my ear.
 
'I wanted to do that all night, B. Are you ok? I mean, you're not wigged are you?'
 
Wigged?
Puddle yes, wigged no!
 
I shake my head no.
I can't speak!
 
'I can't believe I'm saying this, but can we just take one thing at a time, so I don't mess things up? I don't want to lose you again, B. Is that ok?'
 
Is that ok?
I want to jump up and down and shout to everyone in the club that we are SO OK!
She kissed me!
Oh god, what a kiss.
It might have been short, but it just... god, it rocked!
 
I move to speak in her ear, the music is so loud I'm glad we have Slayer hearing.
 
'Faith, that is so very ok with me! And now we have to dance or I'm going to spontaneously combust!'
 
As I pull her out on to the dancefloor, I smile and I know that this is just the beginning of something wonderful.