Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me, I make no claim to Buffy or Faith.
Comments: Dinner? Two fluffy clouds and a side portion of cotton wool, please!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty, wrote this 01.12.01
Title: I was thinking of Delia Smith, not in a sexy way, just of her cooking programme!
Incident: Buffy falling flat on her face is dedicated to Sway. She's right, B needs a good slap sometimes.
Quote: I use a quote from 'When Night is Falling'. If you've seen the movie you'll know where it is. I don't own it.
Ending: Ok, so I totally changed the ending to this, I wrote the W/T thing first, then changed my mind and wrote something else, then changed it back again. I mean, come on guys, we potentially have 7 more parts! There's plenty of time left for the sex!
 
Note:I totally disregard anything from the show that I don't like. ie. in my world, everyone likes Faith!
 
Faith's POV
 
SDV XLIII - For the Perfect Snack; Take Two Slayers, Sprinkle with Underwear & Leave to Roast For An Hour
 
We're back in the room, and I don't know what to do.
Do we still sleep in the same bed?
Pretty sure we do, after that kiss and all, but what if we don't?
Like, I crawl in with her and she's all 'Faith, you said we were taking things slow!'
But then, where the do I sleep?
Shit, not the chair?!
I'll have to ask, I know it, and I'll sound like a moron!
 
I pull my top off, and look at the hole that Vamp made.
Motherfucker!
I'll never find another one of these!
I turn round as I hear B come out of the bathroom, she's towelling off her hair.
 
'Hey, Faith? Shall we just order room ser... SHIT!'
 
She was staring at me so hard, she fell straight over my bag.
I bust up, I can't stop, she's just sprawled out on the floor!
I watch her roll over onto her back, her arms flop out by her sides.
 
'You ok, there B?'
She shoots me some daggers for laughing at her.
 
'Bags are lethal, Faith! I could have killed myself!'
 
'Why weren't you looking where you were going?'
 
I realise I'm in my bra and look round for my T.
Where is it?
Shit!
Don't want her thinking I'm coming on all 'I'm Faith, I'm gonna rip your clothes off, 'cause that's what I do!'
I hear her push herself up and sit down on the bed.
 
'You were... I mean, I was just... not paying attention, or something, too busy drying my hair.'
 
I slip my T on, jump on the bed and look in the menu I grabbed from the side.
 
'You want pancakes? Eggs? Sandwich? All of 'em? They've got mochas, uh-oh, you're not having one of those. You'll be jumpin' round the place for hours!'
 
'I won't! Take that back! I mean it, Faith!'
 
She jumps on me and pins me down, well, I let her pin me down; we both know it.
Her hairs still wet from the shower and I keep getting hit by drops of water.
 
'Shit B, let me get undressed before I get in the shower!'
 
She laughs and shakes more drips on me, raining all over me.
Then she just stops, her hair hangs down over her top, making parts of it wet and see-thru.
And I've been in enough of these moments to know what it is.
This is the bit where we kiss, where I pull her down to me and lick her lips or something.
But I'm twitchy about it, you know, like, what if it kicks off tomorrow and goes wrong again?
Then I'll regret trying to get it on with her so soon.
Nah, this isn't good, and you shouldn't have kissed her earlier, Faith, but then you can't ever keep it in your pants, can you?
 
I roll us over quickly, and move off her.
She wasn't expecting it and I grab the menu again.
I know she's surprised 'cause I can see her face out of the corner of my eye, but I just pretend to study the food list.
 
'Double order of pancakes, some OJ and triple hash browns with grilled bacon, that's what I'm havin'. You want the same, B?'
 
She pauses for a minute and I just want to try and explain it all to her.
It wouldn't make any sense if I tried to say it outloud.
 
'No OJ for me, I'll have a diet coke, thanks.'
 
I call room service up, and I try not to watch her as I tell them our orders.
She's just lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
And I feel like a total bitch.
But, I'm not!
I'm trying to do the right thing for once, but still everything ends up screwed!
GIVE ME A BREAK!
No win, no win?!
 
I sit down on the bed, light a smoke, and watch the smoke rings I blow hit the ceiling.
We're sitting here, in silence.
It's like you can hear it, because the sound of nothing is so deafening.
Wow, that was deep, Faith!
 
Finally she says something; thank God!
I'm feeling stubborn.
I would've just sat here all night and not said a word.
 
'Why's everything gone weird again?'
 
So I tell her the truth, better that way.
 
'Because...' come on, big bad Faith! '... I don't want things to screw up again. Like I said, B, I wanna go slow. That sounds so weird coming out of my mouth!'
 
I laugh, because it is  funny!
Me, Faith, saying I want to take things slow?!
Never thought I'd see the day; no way!
But here I am, sitting with Buffy Summers less than five feet away, and someone's slapped me with a tonne of self control!
And there's Buffy Summers, lying on the bed, just waiting for me to jump on her and rip her clothes off.
This is wacked, like, really fuckin' wacked!
I stub my smoke out in the ashtray; really grind it in.
 
'Ok, I said slow is good, I do slow! I'm the Queen of Slow, Faith. But... you still... you still want me, I'm not imagining it?'
 
I turn round and she's still on her back, all sprawled out, but she's got this sad look on her face.
I move over and lie on my side, looking down at her, and move a bit of hair that's on her shoulder.
 
'Something awful, B.'
 
She smiles and strokes my fingers with her own.
I slowly feel my self control just dripping out of me.
 
Drip.
 
She's looking up at me and I can feel my breathing getting quicker.
 
Drip.
 
My fingers are  moving in little circles on her shoulder, and I remember how hot her skin felt, pressing up against mine.
 
Drip.
 
How soft her lips were, how good she tasted, and how turned on I got when she was touching me.
 
Drip.
 
Her tongue in my mouth, her nails scratching down my back, her voice telling me how much she wanted me.
 
Drip.
 
And I'm bending down to her, so slowly.
 
Drip.
 
My mouths so close to hers now, and I want to kiss her so badly; so fuckin' badly.
 
Empty.
 
 
I press my lips against hers and she groans at the contact, and it makes my stomach flip.
Her hands are on my shoulders, pulling me in gently, slowly.
Then one of her hands moves up to my neck, massaging it.
My hand goes to the small of her back, lifting her up slightly, so she pushes up against me more.
I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she surges up against me.
 
You should go slow, Faith.
 
I slide my body on top of hers and I can't hold back a growl in my throat at how good she feels.
Her hands move down my back, to my hips, pulling me into her.
 
You just need to keep things slow.
 
I grind my hips up against her, slowly, real slowly, and I can feel her breath catch in her throat.
Then I break our kiss and move my lips down to her pulse point and lick it, slow and deliberately.
Instantly her body arches underneath mine.
 
You have to slow down, Faith!
 
Then I straddle her hips, grinding into her again, getting the same response.
Licking her neck, softly biting the skin, sucking it, kissing it, feeling her pulse pounding.
She's moving her hips undermine and I know she wants me to touch her, to rip her clothes off and touch her like we did before.
 
FAITH! You have to...
 
I can't!!
 
I slam my mouth down onto hers and I hear her whimper, her hands on my waist, clutching at the hard muscles.
I slip a thigh in between hers and push into her, hard.
Her mouth breaks from mine and she gasps.
 
I can't...!
 
I set a rhythm up of pushing my thigh into her, and she starts to moan in time with me.
Then her hands are on my face, pulling me into a fierce kiss, and I'm pushing into her, with all my body.
 
I can't...!
 
My tongue thrusting into her mouth, in time with my thigh, and she's sliding her hands up under my T, up the sides of my breasts.
I growl into her mouth as her tongue touches mine.
Her thumbs, pushing in between our bodies, circling my nipples.
 
A knock at the door.
 
'Room service!'
 
FUCK!
 
I break my mouth away from hers, but she pulls it back, kissing me hard.
Then she starts moving her thumbs softly on the side of my breasts, in little circles.
 
Knock Knock
 
'Room service, Miss Knight?'
 
B breaks our kiss and almost screams to the person who's interrupting us.
 
'LEAVE IT OUTSIDE, THANKS!'
 
Then I feel her lips on my jaw, on my neck, kissing and suckin' at my skin.
 
Knock Knock
 
'We need a signature! Sorry!'
 
I feel B hissing underneath me.
 
'You fuckin' will be! Faith, one of us has to get it and I don't think I can walk...'
 
I laugh and plant a quick kiss on her lips before rolling off her and walking to the door.
I have to keep reminding myself, one foot in front of the other, that's it, that's how walking goes.
My minds melted!
 
I open the door and see... Red?!
AND TARA!
NOOOOOOO!!!

I just stand there, Red hands the service waiter a couple of bucks and signs some slip, takes the tray and tries to go in.
I block her way with my arm.
SHIT!

'B? Tara and Red are here!'

'Funny Faith, it's 7am, just get the food and come back to be..'
I cut her off before she can finish that word!

'B! THEY'RE HERE!'

'We couldn't sleep, and we had a tiny vampire incident that took most of the teachers out! But me and Tara kicked their asses! Well we turned them into...what did we turn them into?'

'Um... s-some kind of ecto-plasmic residue, they were ghost vampires, or something.'

'So, we got a day off school. So, here we are! Buffy?!!'
I look round and see B's head peak round the corner and her eyes almost fall out.

'Faith? Can we come in? This tray's heavy!'

'Honey, give it to me!'
Red and Tara start going gooey eyed at each other and it gives me enough time to take my hand away and almost run back to the bed, thank god you can't see it from the fuckin' door!

'You decent, B?'

'Apart from my panties, but no-one can see them!'
Red and Tara walk in and Tara puts the tray down on the table.
Red jumps on B and hugs her.

'You coming down with something, Buffy? You're all sweaty!'
I start coughing to cover the laugh that comes out of my throat.

'Yeah, Faith gave it to me. I mean, it's just a cold I think. How long are you here for?'

'We have to be back later, we got a lift down with a friend of Tara's, his car was the pits! We had to sit on pizza boxes and everything, yuk! But here we are! All of us, well two of us... you don't mind, do you? You didn't have anything planned?'

I wink at Tara and she smiles at me.
I like her, quiet but you just know there's stuff bubbling underneath it all.

'Interrupting? Nothing that can't wait. You want us to get you some breakfast?'
They nod yes and B orders them some food, while I start to demolish my breakfast.

I'm sat next to Tara and she's just watching me.

'What?'
I say, in-between a mouth full of pancakes.

'You eat quickly, Faith! You'll get indigestion.'
I glance over to B and she flashes me a hot look that melts me to the chair.

'Yeah, we had a hard Slay just before you got here, you know what I'm like.'
Well you don't know everything!

'Hungry or horny, we've heard it a thousand times, Faith.'
Red laughs and comes over to stand next to Tara, resting her hand on her shoulder.
I get a twinge in my gut; jealousy, that me and B can't do stuff like that.
Well I guess we could, but Red would just pass out.
 
'What are we going to do, Buffy?'
 
I know what I want to do, Red, probably the same thing you do to Tara every night.
 
'Ooo! They have lions at the MGM! Little lions! Well big little lions, and we can watch them ripping things apart, Will!'
 
Me and Tara just look at each other as Red and B jump up and down, hugging each other.
 
'Shit, Tara! Looks like it's me and you today, unless you're up for yellow cats in a glass cage?'
 
She laughs and shakes her head.
'M-maybe we could do something else while they press their face up against the glass? They have GameWorks here, don't they? I like arcades!'
 
She says the last part as a whisper.
Hey, not as good as sex, but as I've got no fuckin' choice then I'll take this as a second.
 
'We'll hit the arcade after we've had breakfast then. Hey, B? I'm gonna take a shower, is the shampoo in there?'
 
She turns to me and gives me this look, like 'What are you talking about?'
 
'Wha... Oh! The shampoo, let me show you were it is. Back in a minute!'
 
Red and Tara are looking through some leaflets as me and B go in the bathroom.
 
I shut the door and kiss her, hard, pressing her up against the door.
We break apart after a minute, she looks at me with these really glazed eyes.
 
'They're only here for the day, Faith. We can, you know... do that some more tonight? Waiting's good, anyway... interrupting's bad, but waiting's good.'
 
I kiss her neck and run my hands up her sides.
 
'We don't have much choice about the waiting bit, B. So I'm cool with it. Now, get out there before they start to think you're making me shampoo in here!'
 
She smiles and opens the door, then turns back to me and winks.
 
'Enjoy your shower!'
 
The door shuts and I start the water off, turning the cold up full.
The waiting's good, but if I take anymore cold showers I'm gonna get hypothermia!
 
Shit, looks like I've got a whole day of 'doing Vegas' all over again.
At least I've got something to look forward to tonight.