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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Amends: Part 1 (Christmas Presence)

“I’m guessin’ this is where slayer strength comes in handy.” Faith said as she watched Buffy with amusement.
“Your guess would be right.” Buffy settled the heavy parcel down on the sidewalk as she adjusted her shopping bags over her shoulder. They were both standing out on Main Street, crowds of enthusiastic Christmas shoppers flowing around them. A few days before Christmas and people, including Buffy, were out looking for last minute gifts. To Buffy it gave Sunnydale that normal small town feeling for once, evil stopping out for the holidays.
The sky was cloudless and inky black, the air was warm, and from a nearby shop window a television weatherman blared out that still more warm weather was still to come.
Buffy sighed as she tried to get a good grip on the parcel. “You could help y’know; gain some Buffy-brownie points?”
Faith held up her hands. “Hey, I’ve done the whole trudging about with Christmas shopping last week. What were you doing then that was so important?”
“That would be school, Faith.”
Faith shrugged as she smiled. “Overrated.”
“Not for this girl. Anyway, I have to put a lot of thought into my presents; each one is carefully selected for my friends.” She pulled out her crumpled shopping list and looked at it.
“You ain’t seen what I’ve bought you yet. Very special.”
Buffy looked up. “Ooh, is it a pony!” she asked excitedly.
Faith made a face. “Or could be you’re gonna be disappointed.”
Buffy picked up her parcel again and managed to balance it as she considered the other slayer, “Uh, look, Faith, I don’t want you to feel you have to go all out to impress me or anything. I know you don’t have much in the way of...well, um, stuff...”
“Well, see, that’s were you’re wrong, B. I’ve got plenty of dough, Giles gave it me. It’s like a slayer allowance or somethin’.”
Buffy furrowed her brow in scepticism. “Giles gave you money? For being the slayer? Seriously?” She pouted, “That’s so not fair! The only thing he’s ever given me is... the occasional lecture. Ooh, he and I are gonna have a long talk.”
“I dunno, he said it was a...dis-cretionary fund? Or somethin‘like that anyway. Gives me enough to buy some gifts and give Joyce some ready cash for puttin’ me up.”
“And for putting up with you.”Buffy added before she realised what Faith had said, “And, since when is it ‘Joyce’? That’s totally weird.”
Faith shrugged uncomfortably. “Yeah, see, me and your Mom, we kinda did the bonding thing, and she said I should call her that. Is that cool?”
“Uh, yeah, of course, totally cool. Bonded when?”
“Hey, all those decorations didn’t just appear in your house, y’know.”
“I know that...the magic Christmas Elves put them there, right? You saw them?”
Faith grinned at that. “No, we, y’know, talked as we did stuff...Your Mom’s a good listener.”
Buffy frowned at the implication that she, therefore, wasn’t a good listener. She wondered what Faith and her Mom talked about together. Fashion? Politics? Maybe they talked about Faith’s life before Sunnydale.
The other slayer had mentioned it to Buffy only in the scantest of detail when Buffy brought up the subject. And while Faith was ready, way ready in fact, to get physically intimate with Buffy, she was hesitant to open up and be specific about her life pre-slaying.
But Buffy wanted to know more about Faith’s time in Boston, the good and, she suspected, the large amount of bad that the other girl had experienced.
‘Well, Christmas is the time for sharing, so here’s hoping Faith decides to.’
Faith reached over and grabbed the shopping bags, and lifted them off Buffy. “Here, I’ll be all charitable.”
Buffy was grateful. “Aw, look who’s got the Christmas spirit.”
“Nah, I’m just hoping to get a reward later.” Faith looked over Buffy’s shoulder, “So, what’s next?”
Buffy stared at her list as she started walking slowly along. “Okay, I’ve got Giles’ tie, Xander’s funny wall calendar and Mom’s burgundy sweater and this Greek statue-thing she wanted for the garden. I just need to stop at the Magic Box and get...”
Suddenly Angel was standing before them both. There was a pause as they all stared awkwardly at each other.
“Angel...” Buffy said. She hadn’t seen him since...he’d told her to leave him alone. This could be tense.
He glanced between the two of them. “Hi.”
Faith’s Christmas spirit was obviously still apparent. She smiled widely. “Hey there, big guy, whatcha doing out? Gonna get a big-ass tree for that mansion of yours? Some twinkly lights to put up?”
His eyes flicked between Buffy and Faith, he looked anxious. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Know whatcha mean, December ain’t supposed to be this hot, huh?”
Angel nodded distractedly, still looking at Buffy.
Buffy smiled tentatively at him. “Are, um, are you okay?”
“I’m all right. You?
Her smile widened. “Uh, good... all good.”
Faith nodded as she looked between them both. “I’m good too, ‘case you were wondering.”
Suddenly Angel was staring elsewhere, passed them both, his expression changed to one of disbelief, like he’d seen a ghost.
“Angel? Is something wrong?” Buffy asked, before realising that it was that time of year again. The time for The First, the evil ghost of Christmas past.
Faith looked to where Angel was looking. “Yeah, what’s the prob?”
Angel didn’t answer. Shaken, he simply turned and walked off away from them, pulling up the collar of his coat and merging with the crowds.
“Y’know, your ex just totally blanked me, B. Not cool.”
“Yeah, weird...”

*~~*

“So just like that he bailed? Maybe seeing you and Faith together got him all upset.” Willow said.
Buffy walked over to the lockers with her friend, Xander listening close behind. “I don’t think so, that was just all uncomfortable and then this happened. Maybe I’ll mention it to Giles; I’ve got to talk to him anyway.”
Xander chipped in as the two girls opened their lockers. “Are you sure he’ll care? Giles and Angel have a, well I was gonna be all euphemistic and say history, but really isn’t all that torture and murder stuff gonna cloud the issue.”
Buffy sighed. “I know that Xander, but we’ll all just have to be super-professional, that’s all. I mean, I’m doing what Angel wants, the whole distance-y thing. But this is slayer stuff, there’s no agenda or personal baggage.”
“Well, maybe Angel’s just got the holiday blues; everybody gets them, nobody wants to be lonely at Christmas.” Willow said thoughtfully.
Buffy fetched out some books from her locker before closing it. “I was kinda hoping for a nice quiet vacation, y’know. I want this Christmas to be special, and not just for me, for Faith. I’m not sure how many good experiences she’s had of this time of year.”
“Yeah, it’s probably really cold in Boston.”Willow said, then brightened, “So at least it’s gonna be all warm and cosy for her. Outside, that is.”
Xander walked next to Buffy as they moved towards the lounge. “So, do you and Faith have anything special planned? Just so you know I’m asking this as a friend, minimal panting.”
Buffy smiled as she shook her head slightly. “Tree. Nog. Roast beast. The usual stuff that I tend to take for granted. Plus an excess of gifts.” She turned to Willow, “What about you?”
“Well, being Jewish I see through the whole Santa smoke screen, to the true meaning of Christmas.”
“Good will to all mankind?”Xander asked.
“Spending time with my boyfriend!” Willow said giddily, “My parents are going away, so Christmas Eve he’s gonna come over and hang out, but in a romantic way.
“Rub it in why don’t you.” Xander remarked, shaking his head, “I finally get a chance to spend Christmas with my girlfriend, then she up and decides to jet off to Aspen. For skiing, because rich people have to invent new ways to kill themselves.”
Willow patted his arm sympathetically as they sat down in the lounge, before craning her neck to see any sign of Oz; while Xander looked across at Buffy thoughtfully as he hugged his bag. “So, have you, y’know, told your Mom about the whole you and Faith thing?”
“Nope, the way I figure it Christmas is a time of celebrating and togetherness and hiding truths from family members. Faith and I are gonna be all subtexty.” Buffy sighed, “It’s not like there’s anything really serious to tell, just yet. Just kissing and...are you sure you wanna here about this?”
“In lots of different ways and on all possible levels.” Xander nodded as he leaned forward, before pausing and glancing about, “Unless Cordelia’s around, then I’m so very indifferent, but in a friend way.”
“It’s just; she doesn’t really open up that much.”
“Open up what...I-I mean, in what way?” Xander stuttered.
Buffy shrugged. “Personally. She doesn’t talk about herself that much, just gives short, non-helpful answers about her past and stuff. But I think she’s opening up to my Mom...so maybe it’s just me, maybe she doesn’t feel she can trust...”
“Hey, wow, that’s not...I bet it’s not even like that.” Xander put up a hand to stop her before considering, “Listen, Faith is all about image, right? Acting all tough and sexy and cool and...”He paused as he seemed to drift off.
“Xander.” Buffy said pointedly.
“And I’m back.”Xander shrugged an apology, “The point is maybe she doesn’t want to say anything that might change things between you, like the way you see her. Maybe she thinks you’ll think badly of her or something.”
“But I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t ever think that. That’s...that’s crazy logic, I already told her I want to know stuff.”
Xander nodded in understanding. “There is some crazy in her thought process, but Faith isn’t really big with the vulnerability. You need to find a way to draw her out of that shell of hers; didn’t she say that she’s new at all this relationship stuff, right?”
Buffy nodded as she thought about it. “I guess.”
“So, go all ‘show and tell’ on her. And I don’t mean that in a pervy way.”
Buffy smirked. “What pervy way is that?”
“Any way my mind can make it. What I’m saying; push. Show her that you really want to know stuff about her, find common ground, then go for it.”
Buffy’s smirk blossomed into a smile. “How did you get all insightful?”
Xander gave her a lop-sided smile. “The thought of you and Faith together just naturally inspires me; I want you crazy kids to make a go of it.”
“Inspires you?” Cordelia spoke up after walking over, obviously overhearing, “Really. In what way?”
“The way...they, uh, fight all those,” Xander looked around, “Dark forces and stuff, really gets me here.” Xander softly thumped his chest.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think the idea of two slayers touched a bit lower.” Cordelia replied with false sweetness.
Buffy decided to come to her friend’s aid. “It’s my fault Cor, I asked for some advice. Xander was just helping and being a good friend.”
Cordelia shook her head in exasperation. “What a surprise, more ‘advice’. You never make it easy do you, Buffy? You can’t just date the normal boy, no; you have to date the tortured, angst-y vampire or the poor, damaged chick. It’s all about drama and getting attention with you.”
Buffy looked at her wide-eyed. “No, it’s really not.”
“Whatever. Seriously, if you have to try this hard all over again, do you really think it’s worth having?” With that Cordelia turned and walked off.
Buffy and Xander shared a ‘where the hell did that come from’ look before Xander gave her an apologetic grimace and went after his girlfriend.
Buffy folded her arms and scowled. “And she wonders why I didn’t buy her a present this year.”
Willow gave a sympathetic pout. “Oh, she’s just cranky and jealous because Xander’s being all attentive...not in a wrong way though, just friendly.”
Buffy blew out a breath. “I suppose I should try his advice, least I can do after getting him on the outs with Her Majesty. And that was very ‘Christmas spirity’ of you, seeing things from her point of view.”
Willow rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Hello, still Jewish. Chanukah spirit I think you’ll find. Not so much of the giving and receiving.”
Oz came and stood next to her. “That’s a shame, ‘cause I was gonna give you a hug.”
“Ooh, in that case I’m all about receiving.” She said as he put his arms about her and she sighed contentedly.
“Much as I’d like to linger and bask in a couple-y warm glow, I really need to go and see Giles.” Buffy stopped as she saw that Willow was oblivious at the moment, “So I will now go.”
Willow managed to wave a little lazily as Buffy left. “Bye-bye.”

*~~*

Giles looked up from the counter as she entered. “Ah, good morning, Buffy. Have you anything to report?”
Buffy nodded slyly as she wandered over. “Yes, Faith and I had a very interesting evening doing some last minute shopping.” Buffy said, “We chatted and all sorts of facts came up.”
“Good, good.” Giles nodded distractedly, leafing through a book, “You didn’t get me another dreadful tie, I hope?”
“No, I...” Buffy paused, “…You didn’t like the tie I got you last year?”
“Have you ever observed me wearing it? He asked dryly.
“No, but your old, it’s not like anybody actually notices what you wear. Also, I’m not that predictable. You’ll be really surprised at my, um, actual gift. And anyway, how come you’re giving Faith money?”
Giles looked up from what seemed to be a particularly fascinating page. “What? Oh, yes, I thought given Faith’s circumstances she could use a little discretionary money to aid in her living expenses.”
Buffy looked triumphant. “Ha, I knew you’d deny it, but Faith said…wait? What? What living expenses, she’s living with me, where’s my expense?”
Giles adjusted his glasses. “Since taking a more active role in Faith’s tutoring I therefore requested an additional sum for expenses, sundries and what have you from the council. It seems after the embarrassment with Mrs. Post they were only too happy to comply.” He looked at Buffy’s puzzled face, “Buffy, you have always had a stable home life, so I thought it best to channel you’re, ah, remuneration towards more practical things; weaponry, equipment, research materials and such…”
“You spent my money on books? But that money was clearly destined for…way more important things. The shoes alone… wait, how much are we talking here?”
“Well, the payments have varied over the years but given current living standards in the United States…about four hundred dollars a month.”
“Four hundred dollars?” Buffy tried to imagine her improved wardrobe, “Wait, why are you just getting the money now?”
“Well, it’s really only meant for a Watcher with a fully active slayer to invest in, so they can look after them. Plus there is an awful lot of paperwork to fill out. Actually, I was sure I’d be denied it. The council can be extraordinarily tight-fisted when the mood takes them.” Giles sighed as he explained, “Faith approached me about the possibility of getting a job and how it might possibly interfere with her instruction in future. She said she wished to contribute more meaningfully to the running of Joyce’s household. I thought this a more elegant solution, given how much ground Faith has to make up in regards to training.”
Buffy thought about it, it was sweet that Faith had wanted this just so she could give some money to her Mom, Faith hadn’t mentioned that part. “Oh, I mean, in that case I guess… its okay. It was just a surprise that’s all, slayer wage. I didn’t even know.”
“I didn’t think it pertinent. Now to matters more occult in nature, I’ve discovered some insights into your,” Giles made a gesture to her neck, “marking.”
Buffy felt a nervous tremor at the change of subject. “You did.”
She had told Giles about her tattoo shortly after he returned from his aborted camping trip, making out that she’d only just noticed it, which was only a small lie, really. Giles, being more curious than concerned, had asked Buffy if she had any memory of receiving it, and she’d truthfully replied she hadn’t. Giles had then made a copy of it and said little more, just gone all research-y.
“What’s the what?” She asked.
“Well, as far as I can determine the markings in the symbol are a blend of Sumerian, Hebrew and some demonic symbols, perhaps all related to an older, common ancestral language.”Giles looked over his notes, “Most of the symbols seem to translate as ‘wish-granter ‘or ‘giver’. Only I can’t seem to find any more corroborative evidence in my research.”
Buffy looked at her Watcher wide-eyed. “Demonic language doesn’t sound overly comforting?”
“Oh, demonic symbols aren’t uncommon in some magics; they usually denote some specific purpose for a spell. In this instance it would be, uh, division or shift of self or the alteration of spirit or, as in your case, reality distortion.”
Buffy gestured with her hands. “Whoa, back up for a sec, be kind, rewind.”
“If this is some wish-granting entity… demon, then it would grant wishes in a variety of ways, depending on the wisher. Division or shift of self would be if you’d asked for eternal life or um, physical prowess perhaps, there would be a shifting, a balance would be struck. One thing for another.”
“Like, you wouldn’t get anything for free?”
Giles nodded. “Yes, magic is about balancing forces, about altering them in your favor. I’m a little…fuzzy on the specifics, but I am certainly thankful you didn’t ask for eternal life.”
Buffy nodded as she followed. “What was the other, um, ‘alteration of… spirit’?”
“Hmn, yes. That would be if you’d wished for…somebody to fall in love with you, or that you were irresistibly, charmingly charismatic so that individuals would do anything you say.”
“Which leaves..?”
“Reality distortion; affecting other people, time-travel, dimensional manipulation…bringing somebody back from a hell dimension.”
‘Time-travel…’ “That’s the one, so what’s the deal. I mean this demon wants something, right? It’s like you said, one thing for another.”
Giles shook his head. “I wouldn’t worry excessively, Buffy. All my research so far indicates reality distortion requires an awful lot of power, this demon wouldn’t be after your soul, or anything so…prosaic.” Giles regarded her kindly, “I haven’t finished my research yet, but it shouldn’t take long. Wish-granting demons are few and far between and they don’t usually operate this…secretly. I’ll have more answers before long.” Giles paused pensively.
“There’s a big but coming, right?”
“Well, demons, even harmless balancing ones, do everything for a reason. By expanding this much power I suspect that the focus of this ‘spell’ might not be on you…but on Angel.”
‘Or Faith.’ “Oh, interest is very bad, right?”
“Interest is…interest. But we should be prepared for the fact that it might not be a benevolent force that’s focused on Angel,” Giles paused as he took off his glasses to clean them, “You might, um, have to monitor him a little more closely.”
Buffy sighed. “Oh, Faith’s gonna love that.” She saw Giles somewhat confused look, “Um, she’s not thrilled about Angel…in general, nothing specific. She just follows the ‘vampire slayer’ byline pretty closely.”
Giles nodded. “I’ll talk to her…”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll explain the sitch to her, we’re good.” Buffy wasn’t going to worry about Angel, at least not like that. She could take out the First’s goons no sweat, and she was ‘monitoring’ Faith pretty closely anyway, so…
But why would a demon be interested in Faith? Because she was the slayer? Or maybe because she could turn and become…no, that wasn’t Faith anymore. She’d changed… actually she’d never done any of those things.
No, whatever caused this; it had to be a good thing. Things were better, her friends, Faith and her, everything that mattered. Whatever schemes this demon planned, it was going to fail.
Buffy nodded to herself determinedly before turning to Giles. “No problem, we’ll just keep an eye on Angel. Oh, and… my Mom and all of us, we’re having Christmas Eve dinner at my house, if you’d like to come, you’d be welcome.”
Giles smiled in surprise. “Oh, well, yes, I-I’d be happy to come. Please, um, do tell your mother I’ll bring a bottle of something appropriate.”
“Well, okay then.” Buffy was still a bit cautious about Giles and her Mom being around each other, but a bottle of wine wasn’t magic band candy, so she thought they’d both behave themselves. Probably.

*~~*

Buffy walked through the rows of Christmas trees while Faith raced on ahead, surprisingly giddy for, well, anyone really, never mind Faith.
“Do you want to get one with snow on it? It’d be very Christmassy.” Her Mom gestured to one of the fake-snow covered ones.
Buffy looked around. “I think those are just for display. And what’s with Faith, she’s acting all hyper? Has she been at the sugar again?”
Buffy’s Mom looked at where Faith had run to. “Just excited. I don’t think she’s shopped for a Christmas tree before.”
Buffy decided to press her Mom. “What, they don’t have them in Boston?”
“Yes, but I don’t think they had them in her house.” Her Mom sounded solemn, before turning to Buffy, “Listen, honey, we should make a real effort to make this Christmas special for her…give her some good memories…”
Faith called over. “Hey, we gotta get this one! It’s huge, it’ll look great with a whole shi- uh, ton o’ lights on it.” She waved at them, “Over here…”
Buffy glanced at her Mom’s saddened face as the two of them made their way slowly over to where Faith was. “Look Mom, I know you and Faith have been talking. What exactly did she say?”Buffy asked.
“Oh, Buffy, I don’t want to betray and confidences. It’s just…well, some people just aren’t meant to be parents, that’s all. And their children pay the price. But Faith, the way she talks about it…it’s as if growing up like that’s just one of those things that happens to everyone.” She looked at Buffy, “But now she’s with us we have to take good care of her, okay?”
She paused to put on a big smile as she got closer and looked at the tree Faith had chosen, she asked cheerily.“It’s a little big, isn’t it?”
Faith’s smiled as she looked back at the tree, tilting her head as she tried to judge whether it would fit. “Maybe a little, but it’s perfect. C’mon, it’s all bushy and…” Faith ran her hands across the tree fronds, “…feels real nice.”
“What do you think, Buffy?”
Buffy nodded. “Pretty much perfect…but, I’m gonna look over here, make sure we cover the whole grounds, y’know.” Buffy wandered through the tree yard towards the back of the lot to where a collection of dead, brown, skeletal trees huddled together against their lush surroundings. Yep, still very creepy.
One of the dealers came over to her. “Bunch of ‘em just up and died on us. Don’t know why. If you want one I can make you a hell of a deal.”
Buffy gave him a look. “No, thank you.”
Buffy heard her Mom call out. “Honey, over here, Faith’s found another perfect one.”
Buffy watched the guy shrug and wander off, pointing at the trees she warned, “I’m gonna get back to you.”

*~~*

Faith gave a last grunt as she adjusted the tree in the pot stand, “Is it straight yet?”
Buffy tilted her head as she watched Faith down on all fours; the girl was made for leather pants. “Huh? I...uh, I’m just checking to make sure…”
Even with her head getting poked by pine needles Faith still chuckled. “I know what’cha checking, blondie.”
Buffy coughed slightly as her Mom walked back into the room. “Okay girls, I’m popping out for some last minute groceries. Oh, Faith, that looks just perfect. It’s just the right size.”
“Is it tilting any?” Faith said, getting a little frustrated.
“Straight as an arrow, now you two can decorate while I’m out. Have fun.”With that she was gone before the shops closed.
Faith carefully backed up so as not to knock the tree and then got to her feet and turned. A little red-faced she blew out a breath. “Never can tell if anything’s totally straight these days.”
Buffy smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just…a perfectionist, I want my tree to look its best.”
Faith smirked and crossed her arms. “Is that right? Oh, yeah, and since I picked it, that makes it my tree.”
Buffy gestured to the boxes of decorations piled next to the sofa. “Go ahead then, I’ll just sit right over here and watch you stretch…and reach…and bend as you decorate.” Buffy gave her a coy look as she went and sat on the couch, “Y’know, just to make sure you’re doing it right.”
Faith gave her a dimpled grin as she followed Buffy over. “Hey, I don’t wanna be selfish here; maybe we wait till your Mom gets back. Do it all together.”
Buffy gave an exaggerated thoughtful look. “But Faith, however will we pass the time until then.”
Faith didn’t answer, just fell onto the couch next to Buffy and pushed herself against the other girl. Her mouth met Buffy’s, her tongue pushing against the other girl’s lips. Her hands ran through blonde hair, teasing at the strands before she pulled back, breathless. “Damn, you are so…hot.”
Buffy blushed a little. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself.”
Faith, in a very un-Faith-like way, stroked Buffy’s hair as she gazed at her. It seemed to Buffy like her eyes were trying to take in every detail and commit it to memory.
Buffy was a little unsure. “Hey…you okay? Weren’t we, um, about to do something?”
“Yeah…” Faith leaned in and kissed Buffy again, softly and sweetly, her hands curling down Buffy’s back, caressing the warmth of her lithe muscles as her hands descended.
Faith’s hands went to Buffy’s hips and with a deft roll she pulled Buffy up and around onto her lap, her mouth never leaving Buffy’s.
The blonde girl squeaked in surprise and pulled away slightly, “Oh, Faith, you’re so strong!” she giggled.
Faith seemed more content in this position, hands running over Buffy’s hips and butt, grasping as she shifted her hips upwards and stretched to kiss Buffy’s neck. Buffy wrapped her arms round Faith’s head, fingers tangling together, drawing the other girl as close as she could.
“Faith…” Buffy moaned as the other girl’s teeth softly nibbled at her skin, hot breath against flushed skin. Faith almost growled into Buffy’s throat as her hands cupped and massaged Buffy’s ass, causing delicious friction to build between Buffy’s legs, and spreading warmth to form across her abdomen, her stomach muscles rolling and clenching in response.
Faith’s mouth moved slowly up from nuzzling the nape of Buffy’s neck to her jaw, her tongue finding and again pushing against Buffy’s soft, yielding lips and tasting the warmth of her mouth.
Buffy never thought she could get used to kissing a girl, not as heatedly as this, but Faith’s mouth seemed to suck the breath from her, leaving her dizzy and light-headed. The brunette was intoxicating in a way different to anything Buffy had experienced before.
Faith’s tongue stroked against Buffy’s own as her hands came round between them, plucking against the material of Buffy’s shirt, her hands deftly finding the buttons and undoing them.
Faith pulled back again from the searing kiss, seeming as breathless as Buffy, her hands finished undoing Buffy’s shirt and parted it, pushing the fabric away and revealing Buffy’s bra-clad breasts. Faith’s heated gaze travelled across Buffy’s golden skin, causing a tremor to pass through the other girl. Faith leaned forward slowly, her warm hands gently gliding up and down Buffy’s quivering sides, her heated mouth kissed Buffy’s sternum before licking down her chest, into the valley between her breasts.
Buffy gasped as Faith’s warm, wet tongue glided across her skin, coating her with saliva before Faith’s mouth nudged against the lacy material of her bra. Teeth grazed against white gauzy fabric as Faith took a straining nipple into her mouth, closing her lips tightly and sucking hard through the material. Buffy gasped at the sensation as she arched her back, her hips unconsciously rolling and grinding down against Faith’s lap.
Faith’s hands reached round behind Buffy, fingers tracing up her spine before reaching her bra clasp.
“Wait!” Buffy froze on Faith’s lap before pushing the other girl away gently.
Faith groaned in frustration. “C’mon, B. I’m barely on second base here.”
“I know.” Buffy said breathlessly, “Just…could we move this upstairs. I don’t want to be scrambling for my bra when Mom comes back.”
Faith seemed to smile in relief.”Oh, okay.”
She watched as Buffy rolled off her lap and stood up, not bothering to button up her top Buffy made her way to the foot of the stairs, before looking over her shoulder, “Coming?”
Even when slaying vamps, Buffy had never seen Faith move so fast.

*~~*

Buffy ground her head back into the pillow, arching her back slightly and groaning. What had she said to Angel that time? Spoiled like a princess? Now she knew what she’d meant.
Faith was hovering about her; face inches above Buffy’s breasts, one hand gently tracing and squeezing the outside curves as she slowly lave one with her tongue, unhurriedly exploring silken skin with lips, teeth and tongue. Slowly working her way upwards and around until the tip of her tongue grazed softly against Buffy’s aching aureole.
Buffy was moaning softly now, her arms curling back behind her so Faith could have full access. She never knew that you could feel this way just from...kissing and she’d never thought of her breasts as this sensitive. Faith’s tongue seemed tireless though and that thought alone made Buffy tremble slightly with arousal.
Buffy let out a small disappointed whine as Faith let her tongue miss Buffy’s aching tip and instead move to her other breast, her hand still kneading and caressing her abandoned mound. Faith started over, lips and teeth nibbling, stiff tongue lapping against sensitive flesh.
“...Faith, uh...”
Faith’s voice had never seemed sexier. “Yeah, B?”
“...please?”
“Hmn?” Buffy could see her cocky smirk without even looking.
“Could you, um..?”
Buffy felt Faith’s breath against her nipple and suddenly her mouth covered it at once, a hot wetness that made Buffy jerk stiff as her breath caught in her throat. Faith’s tongue lashing the little nubbin, while her other hand seized the girl’s other nipple and gently rolled it between her fingers. Buffy gasped, her hands roughly tangling in Faith’s hair, fingers running through luxuriant tresses as she tried to keep Faith’s mouth on her as long as possible.
But soon, too soon, Faith pulled away, moving up to kiss Buffy on her quivering lips, her tongue snaking into Buffy’s mouth to taste her before reluctantly withdrawing. She looked into Buffy’s eyes and, smirking, wiggled her eyebrows.
Buffy was wide-eyed. “That was...God...”
Faith chuckled huskily before flipping herself over and settling next to Buffy. “Close enough, told you B, I’ve got mad skills.”
Buffy’s skin was humming, her panties were…indecently wet and Faith hadn’t even touched anywhere near… there. ‘Okay, my mind is officially blown; I’m now…hetroflexible, definitely.’
Buffy turned slightly to Faith, her hand sliding across the other girl’s top. Faith had remained clothed whilst they’d been making out, but Buffy figured that after that she needed to do something in return. Besides, she was curious, it’d been a while since she’d seen another girls’ breast, and if Faith’s looked half as good as they’d felt…well, she hoped to match Faith with pure enthusiasm.
Faith’s hand stopped her as it roamed towards the bottom of her shirt.
“Hey, I just wanna return the favor…”Buffy said softly.
Faith turned so she was on her side and looked a little apologetic. “Sorry B, can’t let you.”
“But why, I mean, I don’t want to be someone who just, y’know, is all selfish. I want to…” Buffy reddened slightly, sex talk was still fairly new to her, “I mean, I want to try and make you, um, feel good.”
Faith seemed to smirk at Buffy’s slightly inept ‘sexy talk’. “Hey, we’re takin’ it slow, right? And that’s all good, but, y’see, if you start doin’ something to me…I’m probably gonna lose it completely and you’re gonna hav’ta fight me off.”
Buffy looked at the other girl searchingly. “But, y’know I want to, right?”
Faith smiled widely. “After all I did just then, you damn well better.” She poked the blonde girl’s stomach. “An’ just so you know I’m countin’ the days before I get to kiss you a lot lower down.” Her eyes drifted downward, before she returned her gaze to Buffy and, still grinning, touched her tongue to her top lip.
Buffy leaned forward and kissed Faith gently, reaching over to cup her cheek. “I know, I just want to wait until it’s…right.”
Faith nodded, her eyes amused. “I know, you don’t wanna round the bases all at once. I’m down with that.”
“Okay, good…hey, wait a sec. I know how it works with guys, the bases and everything. Kissing, groping, then…um, oral and then the ‘home run’. But how does it work with girls?”
“Like I’m the expert? I dunno, B. I just know what my version of a home run is.”
Buffy smiled a little shyly. “Which is?”
Faith gave Buffy a suggestive smile. “If ya real lucky, I’ll show you someday.” Then she leaned in to kiss her again.

*~~*

Buffy was dreaming, but everything seemed more vivid, the smell of cigar smoke, the clink of delicate glasses and distant music. Buffy remembered this place, a sumptuous Victorian house at Christmas, filled with the murmur of quiet conversations, gossiping and laughter, lit by muted gaslight. Buffy turned around seeing the scene just as before, in the dimness away from the gathering, under the stairs, Angel pulling a maid closer.
‘Cry out. Call for help. I’m sure mistress will believe your behavior beyond reproach.’
The maid pleading. ‘Please…’
Angelus smiles cruelly. ‘Come, make a scene! Shall I?’
‘No!’ She is close to tears.
‘No.’ Angelus repeats firmly, ‘We shall be as quiet as mice. No matter what.’
The maid looks horrified as Angelus’ demonic features are revealed. ‘Please…My son…’
‘Oh, he’ll make a fine dessert. ‘With that he draws he close and bites her, drinking deep. He pulls back as he finishes, and looks startled as a horrified Buffy looks on.

Buffy awoke with a gasp, sitting up in bed; the vision had been as vivid as before. To see Angel acting like that, so cruel and monstrous, still brought jagged reminders of her seventeenth birthday and all the horrors that followed.
Faith had awoken too, sitting up a little groggily; she frowned and put a hand on Buffy’s shoulder. “Buffy, hey, are you alright?”
Buffy and Faith had had a try at the whole snuggling thing that night, with Faith sleeping on top of the covers, the Boston girl saying she was used to a much cooler Christmas and could sleep better like this. This also led to less temptation for the both of them, making it more like a sleepover. With your hot girlfriend. Down the hallway from your Mom.
Buffy shook her head and got out of bed. “I had a dream. Angel’s in trouble.”She grabbed a pair of pants and stepped into them.
“Wha..? Where are you going? To his place? It’s like… two in the morning. Oh, yeah and how the hell d’ya know?”
Buffy pulled on her jacket. “I had a dream, Angel was there. Something’s after him.”
Faith frowned for a moment before rolling out of bed, “I’m comin’ too.”
They both dressed with quiet urgency, before sneaking down the stairs and out into the Sunnydale nighttime. Faith gave Buffy a few questioning looks but otherwise remained silent, just following the blonde as she walked determinedly across town to where they had bought their Christmas tree.
Finally Faith caught Buffy’s arm. “Hey, how ‘bout you tell me a little somethin’ about what’s goin’ on. What are we walkin’ into?”
“Okay, so I had this dream, with Angel in it. It was some time in his past, back when he was soulless, a killer. It was his memory, Faith, and I was there, a witness. I think someone is casting a spell on Angel, I saw robed, priesty guys with major scar tissue where there eyes should be, they were there too.”
“And they hang around a tree shop because, what? They love their evil pine-fresh?”
Buffy shook her head. “In the dream, things, living things died near them, plants withered to nothing, it reminded me of something I saw. I’ll show you.” Buffy turned and kicked out, breaking through the locked chain-linked gate, she then stormed inside. She moved purposefully through the trees to the grouping of dead undergrowth, grabbing an axe along the way.
Buffy waited as Faith caught up. “Whoa, wicked creepy.”
Buffy gestured to the trees. “Translation, evil guys are nearby, causing this to happen. Get ready to punch something.”
Faith wiggled her fingers and smiled. “You know me, B. Born ready.”
With that Buffy raised the axe above her head and brought it down hard against the dry, dead ground. Again and again the axe head chopped into the soil, dislodging dusty, caked earth that dropped away into a subsiding hole. Soon the hole was wide enough for the two girls to gain access, Buffy passed the axe to Faith as she dropped down into the musty cavern, pausing to let her eyes adjust to the gloom.
Buffy breathed softly and strained her ears, trying to pick up any sounds of chanting, or cheesy diabolical laughter, whatever. Faith dropped silently behind her but stayed quiet, letting Buffy take the lead.
The blonde slayer started forward, ducking to avoid the occasional dead root jutting from the ceiling and stepping over the odd rock that lay strewn on the floor. Buffy’s eyes adjusted as the passageway widened into a large cavern, a hefty flat rock lay at its’ centre and a few bones and candles lay scattered about. Other than that the area was empty, no chanting, stinky candles or evil priests.
‘What the hell…’
Buffy walked around the area; obviously people had been here and then left. Maybe she was too early, if she came back later…
“Did you really think it would be that easy?”
Buffy spun to see Miss Calendar step forward from the shadows, smiling coldly.
“You?”
“I’ll admit, I half expected this. You jumping the gun and trying to spoil my plans.”
Buffy frowned. “What are you..? What’s going on?”
Jenny walked around her, her ethereal form barely disturbing any dust in the chamber, but Buffy still felt her…it’s presence, like an oiliness in the air that seemed to cling to her skin, her nostrils, even her eyelashes, making her feel unpleasant. “I told you before, little girl. I am beyond anything you can begin to imagine,” The Calendar creature shook her head mockingly, “You thought you could just sweep in here and best me.”
Buffy took an uncertain step back. “You…remember? How is that possible?”
Faith spoke up from further back. “Uh, Buffy, who are you talkin’ too, there’s no one here.”
“I told you, I am everything, everywhere, in every thought. But you didn’t listen, too busy with your dumb little quips. Well, this time things are different.” Jenny looked at her in mock sympathy, “That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted things to be different, well, now you’ll get your wish. In spades. Bye, now.”
And with that, ‘Jenny’ vanished.
Buffy looked about, feeling a chill race up her as she realized she was facing The First again, but this time, on it’s terms.
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