Summary: A normal night of slaying
for Faith and Buffy.
Rating: 15, for swearing.
Pairing: B/F implied
Disclaimers: Joss owns them not me.
I make no claims to the little darlinks.
Comments: The title says it all.
W-O-R-D-S
'Just dust him, B!'
'I'm--trying! Hold his... ungh...
stop laughing, Faith, and...'
'You're a real top notch Slayer. Watch out
for... ouch. You ok?'
'Yes! Help me up.'
'Don't get the dust on my leathers, I just
wiped them down... hey, I said... crap, now you got them dirty.'
'Good. You could have helped me, Faith.'
'Why? You kicked his ass. I like seeing you
fight anyway. Don't roll your eyes, you look like Queen C.'
'He ripped my top! He ripped my favourite top!
Can tonight get any worse?'
'You're wearing a red bra with a black top?
Nice, B, nice.'
'Eyes front, Faith.'
'They are front; can't miss the slutty
underwear, that's all.'
'I'm trying to be more like you.'
'I'm not wearing a bra, baby.'
'Ok, I don't need you to show me, I believe
you. I said... I'm not looking!'
'B, I'm kidding. Like, I'm gonna get the twins
out in a cemetery. Come back to my room and you can have a look in private,
if you want?'
'Faith, do you ever stop flirting with me?!'
'No.'
'...!'
'Joke. You can open your eyes, you know.'
'Ok, just... argh! That's it. I'm
keeping them closed the whole time now. I mean it.'
'Shit, girlfriend, you need to relax, I was
scratching my stomach. I promise everything's where it should be. There, see,
my hands are no where near my top.'
'Get them off me, they're freezing!'
'I'm in a no win, no win, here. I try and prove
they're no where near my rack, and you freak. I don't and you freak.'
'I am so not freaking, see, eyes open.
You... keep them where I can see them.'
'These?'
'Faith! I meant your hands!'
'Sorry.'
'Why do our conversations always end up on
each others body parts?'
'Because we never end up on each others
body parts? Shit, B, I'm teasing you! Chill.'
'I do know you're teasing. And I am chill,
very chill.'
'I can see.'
'Stop looking at my chest! It's cold out, that's
all.'
'Sure. Thin bra, cold, girls out to attention.
No problem.'
'Can we talk about something else, please?'
'Course. So, when was the last time you had
sex?'
'Faith! Can we talk about films, or... slaying!
We can talk about slaying.'
'Get's me horny.'
'Films, I saw a great one the other day...'
'Did you neck in the back row?'
'Fine. We won't talk then.'
'You're not frigid are you, B? I got a cure
for that you know.'
'What, wiggling your eyebrows at me? I don't...
hey, I'm not frigid! I am so not frigid, I'm completely the opposite.'
'A slut? I got a cure for that too.'
'No, I'm... arghh! You're making me...'
'Hot?'
'Insane!'
'Cause you're so hot? It's the lipstick, isn't
it?'
'No! I'm not hot, I'm not horny, I don't want
to look at your chest, I don't want you looking at mine, I'm not frigid and stop
putting your hands on me!'
'You like me then?'
'Faith!'
'I bet I could make you scream that out, B.'
'I give up. I. Give. Up!'
'You'll have sex with me?'
'NO! I give up, not give it up!'
'You've never given it up? Thought you and
Angel got down and dirty?'
'Faith, I don't want to talk about him.'
'You want to talk about us?'
'There is no us!'
'Ok.'
'Now what did I say?'
'If I can't talk about sex then I don't want to
talk.'
'Fine. *silence for ages* Ok, we'll talk about
sex. Stop grinning, I didn't give in.'
'Play it that way if you want. I won't tell
anyone any different. You can trust me, B.'
'Faith, your hands are freezing! I said we'd
talk. There's no hands on demonstrations with talking.'
'Touchy.'
'No, that's you! Hey, why are we at yours?'
'I'm like a magnet, B. You can't keep away.'
'You wish...'
'I do.'
'Faith?!'
'What? You know I'm teasing you. Wanna
come in and keep me company for a few hours? We can wind down a bit. I promise
to knock the flirting off.'
'Hmm. I am a bit hyper after that
slay. Sure. You got any low fat yoghurt?'
'I got something much better than that,
B.' *wicked smile*
Continued in' Thirteen'