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Prompt #13: Kisses

Our first kiss is the opposite of romantic; we were both drunk, and it was in the heat of the moment after we dusted a few vamps trying to feed near Lake View. It's certainly something I'd never want to tell our kids someday. But I figure I need several more years of Faith to myself before we start thinking about it, and she feels the same. At least we're on the same page.
After a few days of awkward encounters full of teenage crush butterflies and nervousness, Faith finally asked me out. She'd explained later that she had to talk to Willow to muster the courage to do so, and since I'd been gossiping to Will about my attraction to her, Faith was comfortable enough to broach the topic.
I was shocked when I found out where she was taking me. We had a bit of a walk, and there was a light chill in the air even though it snowed while we walked. Faith and I talked a little, discussing the Slayers we were training, among other things. The quiet that fell between us wasn't awkward, like most first date conversations. It was nice. I think Faith felt the same, especially when she took my hand and looped my arm through hers.
At the beginning of our walk, I spent about ten minutes trying to goad Faith into telling me where we were going. She would just smile and tell me not to worry, that she knew I'd be happy. All I could get out of her was that she'd had the idea looking through the newspaper's local happenings, and that she'd even run it by Willow who, again, gave her a thumbs up. I pouted for only five more minutes before finally accepting my unknown fate. When I told her this, she laughed, and I swooned at the sight of her dimples.
After about a thirty minute walk, we were joking about our Slaying techniques- both of us refusing to admit that the other was any better. As we rounded a corner and stopped for a few people hurrying ahead of us; there was a decent crowd all filing into the building ahead and I glanced the overhead marquee. I was speechless.
Faith mentioned something about me telling her, back when we first met, that I liked figure skating. I barely heard her at first. When I didn't answer, she got worried.
"B… we can go somewhere else if you want. The tickets are probably refundable-"
She stopped when I finally met her gaze, putting my hand on her upper arm. It felt like my eyes were all cartoon-sparkly-heart when I shook my head, "No, Faith…" I was breathless, looking at the marquee then looking back at her again. "This is amazing. This is more than I ever could have imagined."
Her dimples appeared again; a dazzling smile that I'm pretty sure I'd never seen before. And, looking back, I think that was when I began to fall in love with her.
I'd been dreaming of going to Stars on Ice since I was seven years old. I couldn't believe it.
The show was more incredible than I imagined it would be. I didn't keep up with figure skating anymore, so I didn't know a lot of the skaters that appeared. But I practically squealed in my seat when Sasha Cohen's name was announced, infatuated with her every move during her performances.
My eyes were on the ice more than not, but when I'd look over at Faith, I was surprised to see how much attention she paid to the performance. A couple of times, I'd seen her glancing over at me. She said during the intermission, while we enjoyed our informal dinner of hotdogs and soda, that she wanted to make sure I was enjoying it; and I assured her she didn't have to. That I loved every second.
On our walk home, I gushed the entire time about the night's events. Faith watched me, a smile on her face, and mostly agreed with my observations. A few minutes before we were back at the Academy, she said something that literally stopped me in my tracks:
"I can't believe that Sasha chick's still so good at a spiral. No one else compares."
When I stopped, she looked anything but surprised. "What, you think just 'cause I'm a badass who wears leather and owns a motorcycle that I never stopped to enjoy some good old fashioned ice skating?" Faith said, a playful smirk on her face.
I shook my head. "Sorry. I just… Wow." She smiled again, taking my arm as we continued forward.
The last few minutes home, I was again stunned as she told me she even took lessons as a little girl. She only skated for a few months, but her grandmother- who'd been paying for her lessons- had passed away.
"Mom was too busy spending her money on booze at that point, so I never got to continue," Faith commented as we ventured up the driveway.
I squeezed her arm. "I'm sorry your mom was such a jerk," I looked up at her as we stopped at the front gate. She'd told me a few things- not much, but enough- in the past few months to make me wish I could kick the crap out of her mom if she were still alive.
Faith just shrugs. "Nah, it's all over with now. Still got the memories, which is cool." She punches in the code for the gate, and it creaks open slowly as she turns to me.
"I'm not sure if I'll have a chance to do this anywhere else, since there's so little privacy around," she says, and she pulls me close to her, one hand on my waist as the other brushes my cheek.
I'm already breathless, as my hands rest on her shoulders and I gaze into a chocolate stare.
"Do what?" I'd kick myself for sounding so harpy if I wasn't so completely spellbound. Faith brushes my hair behind my ears and cradles my face in both hands.
"Give you a real first kiss," she whispers. The first, because the second is the whisper of her lips against mine as she gives me possibly the sweetest kiss I've ever experienced.
That? Definitely a story worth telling the kids.

The first time she tells me she loves me, it's not following a date, or before making love, or while we cuddle on the couch together during one of our many movie nights.
No, it's in the middle of Macy's, while we're shopping for Christmas gifts.
I know she said it then because she had been nervous about it; even though she told me that had been the case, I knew immediately after she said it. We were sifting through sweaters in the men's aisle- looking for gifts for Xander and Giles- when she spoke.
"Hey B?"
Looking up at her briefly, I threw a sweater I'd been considering back on the rack. "Yeah?"
When she didn't immediately answer, I looked back up from the sweaters again. Faith was moving back and forth on her feet, shifting her weight nervously as her eyes scanned nothing in particular and she brushed a hand through her hair.
Resting my hand on her arm, I caught her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," she answered automatically, then looked back at me and sighed.
I was quiet for a moment, looking behind me as a woman excused herself between the aisles we were standing. I took a breath, intending to call her out on it, but she beat me to it.
"I love you," she said, and when my stunned face turned back to her, she was looking away again.
My hand moved to her face, and I turned her back toward me. I could have kissed her right then and there when I saw the fear in her eyes. It was one of the things I had both loved and hated about Faith, that she could be so unsure of herself. It had always killed me when she was down on herself, but right now, in this context, it was the cutest thing in the world.
I took her hand, placing a kiss lightly on her knuckles while I watched her brow scrunch lightly.
"You're cute when you're nervous."
Faith sighs. "Don't make funna me," she says, and I internally squeal in delight at the tiny whine in her voice. She goes to continue, her eyes moving to the floor, but I tilt her chin up and meet her gaze once more.
"I love you too," I tell her. Her face reveals a myriad of emotions in just a few seconds- surprise, followed by a slight trace of doubt, before she searches my eyes and accepts my declaration. The dimples appear again.
"Really?" Faith asks, and I nod.
I laugh when it's her that squeals, and she grabs me and spins me around before placing me back on my feet. Her squeal attracted a few pairs of eyes, but I know Faith could care less.
And personally, as she pulls me to her and kisses me deeply, I decide I don't really give a fuck either.
I didn't know it was possible to share so many different kinds of kisses with someone before Faith. They're always full of the same things- love, passion, forgiveness, excitement- but sometimes they become more.

The first time we made love, after we had gotten each rid of each other's clothes, I spotted something that made my heart clench. I kept my face neutral and flipped Faith onto her back, pinning her to the bed as she protested lightly. Didn't take long for that to cease once my mouth began to move down her silken skin.
When I reached her stomach, I stopped at one of the marks that caught my eye a minute ago. My eyes met hers, and my fingers dipped lightly into the scar just left of her belly button. Faith touched my hands, stilling their movement. "Buffy," she breathed, and I think she was afraid I would dwell on it too much, or forget that we'd buried our past long ago.
I dipped my head, and pressed my lips to the scar. I smiled as she sighed.
Continuing my descent down her thin frame, I had teased her with a dip of my tongue into her swollen sex. A whimper escapes her throat, and I smirk, feeling smug at her reaction.
Faith moans in annoyance when my mouth moves away, but then she's quiet again. Because now my lips caress the couple of scars on her thighs; scars I'm sure she made herself long ago. Her hands thread through my hair as I kiss them.
I move back up to her briefly, still intending to finish what I started, to press my lips against hers once more. I look down at her, brushing her hair away from her face.
"You'll never feel like that again, Faith. You'll never feel lonely, or lost, or afraid. Never again; not while I'm here."
I'm not sure exactly what it is in her eyes at that moment, but somehow, it makes my skin even warmer than before, and I need to kiss her again. I decide right there, with her lips moving against mine, that I kind of want to kiss her forever.

AN: This story is set, probably, in the winter following "Chosen"- so late 2003. I'm aware Sasha Cohen was still a bit new to the figure skating world, and definitely not in Stars on Ice just yet. However, I couldn't find out the list of skaters for that year, and Sasha is my personal favorite skater, so.. why not. It's fiction. :)
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