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Heart's Desire	By : PencilNeck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Chapter 14: Hit Me With Your Best
Shot

��And she was all like,
�Yeah?� and I
was all like, �Yeah!�, and then I totally showed her!� Dawn gestures wildly, either imitating a
swordfight or someone straining to hold a big dog on a
leash. �I disarmed her in like, three
minutes!� So it was swords then.

�Go, Dawn! Kicking newbie butt!� Xander pats her on the back. They walk together down the hall, as Dawn
regales him with tales of her victories over pubescent proto-slayers. �So are we meeting her, or are we doing
door-to-door service?�

�Door-to-door.� Dawn shrugs.
�It�s on the way. And she doesn�t
want to just show up.�

�I get.� Xander nods.
�Who�s all invited to this shindig?�

�The gang, plus
some of the Next Gen slayers.�
Dawn shrugs. Stops in front of
Buffy�s door and knocks. She turns to
him with a smirk. �Renee will be there, if that�s what you�re asking.�

�That is what I was asking. But calling me on it is not polite friend
etiquette.�

The door opens, and there�s a blur
of pink terry cloth. �C�mon
in. I�m just� I�ll be a sec.� The bathroom door slams shut.

Xander and Dawn roll their eyes at
each other, and search the room for a comfortable spot to sit amongst all the
discarded clothes.

�Geez, Buffy.� Dawn flops on the bed, sitting on a mound of
jeans and skirts. �If we�re late I�m
gonna��

�Nyeah!� Xander jumps back from the armchair. �Girlie things!� He stands nervously in the centre of the
room. Glancing furtively at the pile of
silky, lacy fabric he was about to sit in.

�You live with like, a million
women. I thought you�d be comfortable
with �girlie things� by now�
Dawn sniggers.

�You�d think so. But these are my FRIEND�S things. Intimate things. They�ve been near intimate parts. Body parts that friends don�t��

�I�m gonna stop you there.� Dawn raises a brow.

�Please do.�

Buffy emerges from the
bathroom. �Dawn, I look OK?�

Buffy twirls shyly. She�s put her hair back, loosely tied at her
neck. Soft tendrils frame her face. Her makeup is light and pale, bringing out
the green in her eyes and the fullness of her lips. Long legs look even longer in low cut,
form-fitting pinstripe pants, belted at the waist with a silver chain. She checks the thin straps of her pink pearl
camisole, nervous fingers playing with the delicate necklace at her throat.

�As the manly man of this trio, may
I say�� Xander
pauses for dramatic effect. And opens his mouth, wiping imaginary drool from his chin. �Guuuh.�

�Thanks Xander.� She needs the confidence. She waits for Dawn.

�I�d say yes, if we were meeting up with
Lindsay and Britney for tabloid fun.�
Dawn looks down at her own cardigan and
jeans. �But since it�s
movie night, I�d say you overdid it a bit.�

�I overdid? I�m over-dressy? I should change? I should change�� Buffy moves to rush back to the bathroom.

�NO!� Xander and Dawn lunge, and drag Buffy out the
door.

****************************

*BEEP* *BEEP*

Faith grabs the bag of popcorn from
the microwave and pours it into a big glass bowl. Walks back into the entertainment room,
grabbing a handful and munching down.
When it�s gone she wipes her hand on her shirt. Weaves though the crowd of girls, and puts
the bowl down amongst the mountains of chips and nuts and� Hey! Are those pork rinds?

�Faith.�

She turns. Willow
is standing in front of her, with a very scared Kennedy hiding behind her.

�Red.� She notices that the girls are holding hands.

�Baby, can you go get us all a
drink? Faith and I need to talk.� Willow
smiles sweetly at her ex-ex, who looks pained.
Kennedy gives Faith an apologetic look, and pretty much runs away to the
kitchenette.

�Didn�t take long
for you two to get cozied up.� Faith smiles.

�We�re getting there.� Willow flushes, and she
smiles quickly, before setting her jaw.

�So, what? We gonna rumble?� Faith sighs.
�Cos...�

�We need to clear the air. About Kennedy.�

�Right.� Faith steels herself. �You get one free shot. And no magicks.� She raises her hands in surrender. She can
take one Willow-sized punch.

Willow
takes a few steps forward, and Faith finds herself caught up in a tight
hug. �You�re gonna squeeze me to
death? Not what I was expecting.�

�I�m just full of surprises.� Willow
squeezes tighter, not letting Faith squirm away.

�C�mon Will! I pounced on your girl!�

�She�s her own girl. Woman. Person. Her own girl-woman-person. And pouncing aside, you were there for
her. So�� Willow
takes a breath. And
pulls out of the hug. �Thank
you.�

They stand there for a sec. It�s a little awkward. Then Faith grins.

�Anytime.� Faith�s eyebrows bounce up and down.

�Hey! There will be no more times!�

�Just checking.�

�I see smiles,
and no bloodshed�� Kennedy walks up,
beers in hand. She passes them out.

�We�re good.� Willow
plants a possessive kiss on Kennedy�s cheek.

�Damn.� Kennedy takes a swig from her beer. Drapes her free arm across
her girl�s shoulders and winks in Faith�s direction. �I was hoping to see a cat fight. Maybe a little
mud-wrestling.�

�Kennedy!� Willow�s
cheeks are burning.

Faith laughs. Winks back at Kennedy. This
might be fun. �Don�t knock it �till
you�ve tried it, Will.� And with a very
deliberately sizzling smile, she slinks away.

�Uhmnuh.� Willow�s
world is now centred on the arm caressing her shoulder, and the swaying of
leather-clad hips.

Kennedy nudges her out of her
reverie with a snort. �Hey! Stop ogling!�

�I don�t ogle! There is no ogling! And if I am it�s your fault! You� with the talk.�

�You tuned in to the �private� channel
again?� Kennedy
whispers, hot and breathy, with little kisses behind Willow�s ear.

�Yep. All unscrambly and
everything.� Willow
sighs in defeat, leaning in and softly whimpering as Kennedy�s kisses become
less little and more centred around the neck
area.

�Why don�t you TiVo that thought
for now.� Kennedy murmurs. �Let�s go be social��

She kisses Willow
lightly on the lips, and pulls her toward the gaggle of girls crowding the big
screen.

***********************************************

�So Russell Crowe is the bad guy.�

�Yes.�

And Christian Bale�s the good guy?�

�YES! Now shush.�

�So why are they all lovey? Are you sure
this isn�t Brokeback Mountain?�

�Buffy! It�s not our fault you missed the first
part. It�s not our fault you had to sit
on the floor. So please, just shut UP!�
Kennedy whispers angrily, staring down at Buffy.

Buffy shuts up. Looks around the room. Nearly twenty girls, and
Xander, smooshed in front of the flat-screen. It�s a sea of elbows and estrogen. The only person who looks comfortable is
Faith, sprawled out in an overstuffed chair, beer in hand.

Buffy watches Faith watch the
movie. It�s captivating. Her face in the flicky
light of the TV. The way her body
shifts forward when there�s fighting or gunplay. Her wide-eyed, complete
absorption in the story.

She untangles her legs, pulling
them up against her chest. Watches Faith bring the bottle to her lips, tilting her head back
and lightly tonguing the rim to catch the last drops of beer.

It happens so quickly, Buffy can�t
shut it down. Little
pictures. Faith�s
tongue, light on her lips. Light on her neck.
Light on her�

Pervert. Faith�s voice in her head still has that
smoky essence.

Somebody
kill me. She dips her head between
her knees. Grateful
that the lights are dim, and no-one can see the scarlet on her skin. Eyes on the T.V. Oh look!
Pretty horsies!

She stares at the screen without
seeing.

I
didn�t mean� Buffy�s mortification
builds. Just watch the movie.

Fine... Faith keeps her eyes on the film. Pervert.

�Interesting.� Willow
mumbles to herself. Willow�s
eyes are scrunched up, staring at the space between Buffy and Faith.

Buffy keeps her head low. Tries to restrain the urge
to peek across the room. Catch a
glimpse of dark hair, wide brown eyes.
She is eternally grateful when the credits start to roll, and the lights
come on.

�That was really good. Wasn�t it good, Buffy?� Willow
has a teensy smirk.

�Oh, great! Great.�
Buffy covers, stretching her cramped legs as she stands. �Hunky goodness.�

�And the ending was perfect. What did you think?� Kennedy�s caught on to the game.

�Yeah. Um. Smart, how they put it�� She looks to Willow
for help. She gets nothing. ��right after the middle?�

�Buffy? Where have you been the past hour and then
some?� Willow�s
smirk takes over her face.

Buffy glares,
and stomps away to soothe her humiliation with salt and fat. She walks slowly down the table, grabbing a
few pretzels, some popcorn. Throws them into a small plastic bowl. Bypasses the cheesies and the� Gross! Are those pork rinds?

The popcorn makes her thirsty. She makes her way to the kitchenette. Bends
over and roots around in the back of the fridge, hoping in vain that there�s
Tab. There�s never any Tab.

�Grab me a beer while you�re in
there?�

Buffy�s head
jerks up, smacking into the glass shelf above. She quickly pulls herself upright, rubbing
the back of her head with one hand, and clinging to a can of Diet Coke with the
other.

�Huh?�

�Me. Beer.� Faith speaks very slowly and uses hand
gestures, trying to be considerate of Buffy�s obvious brain damage.

�Right...� Buffy grabs a bottle and passes it on. Turns away to pour her can into a plastic cup
with ice. �Sorry about the��

�Forget it.�

�So, unh. How�ve you been? I haven�t seen you around much.�

�Haven�t been
around.� Faith shrugs.

�Are you OK? I mean, about Kennedy?� Buffy turns back slowly. Two hands on the cup to
hide the shaking.

�Not really your business. But yeah.�
Faith shifts around, looking for an exit. Small talk is a bad idea.

It is better however, than the no
talk that�s happening now. Faith gulps
at her beer.

�Are you avoiding me?� It may sound like Buffy�s whining. But she�s not. Really. �It�s been days, and I was thinking that we
should��

�No.�

�But you said�� Now Buffy�s whining.

�Yeah. I
said. And I meant. But��

�You hate me. I get it.�

Faith sighs
a sigh of deep frustration and annoyance

�I wish I could hate you. It�d make this a helluva lot easier.� Faith wants to pace, but the kitchenette is
really too small. Instead, she runs her
fingers through her hair. �The problem is,
B, I don�t trust you.�

It�s like a punch in the gut. But Buffy can handle a punch. This, she can�t handle.

�Oh� But I��

�What more do you want from
me? Gahd, Buffy. It�s hard enough without you expecting us to
be best buds!� Faith looks away. Loses the yelling part of
her voice. �Every
time I see you. It hits me. And I can�t��

�I�m sorry.�

�You keep saying that. Doesn�t really change
anything.� Faith turns to go.

�So why did you... before� in the
hallway��

�Cos I had no
choice, Buffy! This is NOT about
you and me! This is about getting the
job done!� The slayer
and the woman, both evident on Faith�s face. A look of pride and pain.

�And nothing else?�

�What else is there?� Faith looks at Buffy carefully. To make the words sink in. �You�ve said it yourself. The mission is what matters.�

�Oh.� Buffy looks down. Hides her face. Puts her cup down on the
counter. Stills
the trembling of her lips. Calms her unsteady breath and her unsteady hands. �Right.�

Fighting the urge
to run. Fake bright smile in
place, arms crossed against her chest, she walks. Away from Faith, the gang and
the girls.

Just away.
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