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Okay, wow! First AU. I'm a Fuffy shipper as they are, the crazy stuff between them and all (which is why I tend to write Post-Chosen more often than not) and hardly ever read AU myself. However, as I was writing this, I discovered what the allure of AU is: Possibilities! Ohhh, the endlessness. Therefore, I ended up with wayyy more ideas than could fit in one chapter, and ended it where I did because #1 I'd have gone on all day and #2: I wanted to guage the reaction to this chapter and see if you guys would be interested in me continuing- either as its own individual story, or fitting in new chapters within this series as I continue. :)
Please tell me if you would like to see more of this one! I'm definitely feeling it :P
Without further adeiu, I give you Chapter 13, Prompt #15: Pressure.

This is what I get for deciding coffee was more important than catching my train into Athens.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm ridiculously happy I picked up one last frappe at the corner coffee shop (Starbucks couldn't hold a candle to true Greek coffee), but I could have done without accidentally spilling enough of it to stain the blouse I just bought yesterday.
Of course, I could also have done without sticking out like a sore thumb as I am ushered into the train. As the last person to arrive, the rest of the passengers are seated and ready to go. Hey, look at the blonde American who decided to grace us with her presence… Ah, and wear her frappe instead of drink it! Americans are odd birds, yes?
The fact that I imagined someone saying that pretty much proves their nonexistent point.
I'm even more horrified as I scan over the second class area, only to discover there's no available seats left. I hesitate, trying not to think about how dumb I must look, before approaching an older woman who had placed her things in the empty aisle seat next to her.
"Oh, uh… Me synchro... eit," I mentally kick myself at the butcher knife I just took to that phrase. She looks at me blankly.
Nervously hugging my baggage, I gesture to the seat her purse and jacket sit on. "May I sit here?"
The woman scoffs- or, makes a noise that sounds like a scoff- then dismisses me with something in Greek that I, of course, don't understand.
"I don't speak-"
Her eyes dart in my direction, cutting me off before I can finish. "Eisai koufos? Fyge!" She says angrily.
I barely have time to react to her response before someone lays their hand gently on my lower back. I turn to see a young brunette standing next to me, smiling at the Greek woman.
"Syngnomi pou sas enochlo," the girl says in a thick, husky tone. "O filos moue do einai nea stin Ellada."
I find myself kind of entranced by this mystery girl; her beauty is hard to miss.
The woman in her seat mutters something in Greek and turns away, waving us off. The brunette gently urges me forward, her hand still warm on my skin.
"Empty seat next to mine; figured I'd stop you two from getting physical," she winks at me.
I laugh. "Thank you." We walk past a few seats before she arrives at two empty ones, picking up the items that took up the space and placing them in an overhead compartment.
The brunette turns to me. "Aisle or window?"
"Oh, uh… Doesn't matter to me."
She nods, then points at my suitcase. "Here, lemme put that up for you."
"No, that's okay-" But she hoists it up anyway, and color me impressed; I could barely get it up off the bed after I was done packing, the thing was so heavy.
I sit in the aisle seat, unable to help myself from watching closely as she fits it into the compartment, my eyes taking note of the dark vest tank top and black jeans she's wearing that shows off her sleek form and the olive complexion of her skin. Her hair, a dark chocolate brown, stops right at her shoulders in playful, messy waves that frame her face. With big and expressive caramel eyes, the permanent pout of her lips… I've had lusty thoughts about girls before, but damn if this isn't on an entirely different level.
The compartment latch clicks shut, and she's smirking at me.
"See something you like?"
Because I needed to feel like being swallowed up into the earth more than once today, yeah. I blush at her comment, turning away. "Sorry."
The brunette chuckles, and the sound gives me what feels like butterflies. I'm kinda confused by that.
"Nah, just bustin' your chops, Blondie," she replies, and moves to settle into the window seat on my other side. Turning to me, she holds out her hand. "Faith."
Thankful that's over, I smile. "Buffy." Shaking her hand, our eyes meet, and there's something tangible there. Some sort of feeling like I've known this woman before, or that we were meant to meet… or something.
Faith raises a dark brow. "Buffy? Kinda name is that?" She teases.
I almost roll my eyes, but turn to her and, poker face on, I say pointedly, "Yeah…" Big sigh. "Unfortunately it was originally meant for my twin sister, but it turns out I ate her or something in the womb and, in high school, had to get her surgically removed. Bitch was still in there."
Silence. I turn back to Faith, and she's got her brow furrowed and a slight look of amusement across her face.
"That… was a joke, right?"
Poker face gone. I laugh, my hand moving to my mouth to cover the sound.
"The look on your face!" I giggle. "Oh, that was priceless."
Faith rolls her eyes, smiling too. "I knew it. You're nuts."
Composing myself, I shrug. "That's definitely true." I give her a once over, watching as she pulls out a binder from her bookbag. "What about you?"
"Me?" She rolls her shoulders, pulling out a pencil. "Not big on the baby eating myself," she winks at me. I roll my eyes.
I watch as she pulls out her phone and plugs earbuds into the top. I hear familiar lyrics from the tiny headphones.
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again..
Nodding in approval, I point to her phone before she sticks it in the pocket of her vest and opens her binder. "Good taste in music, too." Before she can reply, I gasp at the paper in her hand. "Oh wow."
The words escape before I know they're there as I scan the drawing she begins to work on. It's a gorgeous sketch of a nude woman lying on her stomach, eyes staring back at me, with a large snake resting over her body.
I scrunch my nose. "Why the snake?"
"Represents sensuality, B. Plus: cool as hell." Faith flashes a grin at me.
My eyes search her face, but she's returned her gaze to the drawing. "B?"
Faith looks up. "Oh… Sorry. Got this nickname habit; guess I didn't give it enough time to get creative," she leans back, and the way her eyes scan my body gives me this warm tingle that seems to get stronger as the minutes in her presence pass. What is with me today?
"What?" I say nervously, flushing under her stare.
The brunette just shakes her head. "Nah, I got nothin'. I didn't know you, then first glance would have me thinkin' you were some kinda snobby Malibu Barbie."
"I'm not snobby!" The fake glare I gave her pretty much just got ruined by the whine in my voice. Faith chuckles, and I just roll my eyes. "I may be blonde, but trust me when I say I'm a lot more than those walking robots."
"Oh, I got that," the tone of her voice changes, and I glance at her. Her eyes have darkened, and the way she's looking at me? Yep. Bye bye, heterosexuality.
The tension is thick. Is it hot in here or is it just Faith?
Whatever moment we're having is cut short by an attendant who says something to us in Greek. My brow furrows, but Faith looks over at me.
"You want a drink or somethin'?" Her husk is back to its normal pitch, but it still gives me a shudder.
Shaking my head, I raise my frappe cup to the attendant, then frown as I notice its newfound meltyness. "Darn," I comment.
I hear another chuckle at my side, and Faith speaks to the attendant. As mesmerizing as her voice is when she speaks English, it's about ten thousand times hotter in another language. The attendant writes in a notepad and replies to Faith, then shuffles down the aisle.
"You're going to make my life difficult this whole ride, aren't you?" I narrow my eyes at the brunette, though the corners of my lips betray me as they curve up at her.
She smiles back. Damn, those dimples are fantastic. "Oh, absolutely," she nudges me with her elbow. "You're gonna be so much fun to play with."
The way she says it, it seems she's got a lot of ideas for "play". I find myself okay with that, then make a mental note to call my lesbian best friend and ask her just what exactly is in the water here in Greece.

I apologize for any mistakes I made in the Greek translations or anything related (are Greek people normally nice? Was the old woman on the train not realistic? Do they have overhead compartments)
Anyway, please do tell me what you think about me continuing with this plotline. And whoever spotted how I snuck in that prompt gets a cookie. :D
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