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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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Homecoming Part 2 (Sex, Lies And Mr. Gordo)

“...and then she pointed at the car and was crying ‘a demon, a demon.’” Willow giggled.
Faith’s eyes widened disbelievingly as she laughed. “No way!”
Buffy scowled as she lay on her bed, looking at the two girls who were sat Indian-style on the floor. “Hey, for the record it was the spell, okay. I wasn’t myself; I was some 18^th century ditzy noble woman. It couldn’t be helped.”
“And the whole town was freaking out like this?” Faith asked.
“No, just people who got costumes and props from this shop that just opened.” Willow said as she munched some popcorn. “Xander turned in a regular G.I Joe and I was a ghost. It was this whole big plot by Ethan Rayne- he’s an old friend of Giles from the bad old days when he was younger.” Willow frowned as she reviewed her last statement.
Buffy sighed. “Certainly won’t be going in the Buffy biography, that’s for sure.”
“You should’ve paid ‘em to keep quiet, B.” Faith raised her eyebrows questioningly at Willow, “So what happened?”
Willow smiled at Buffy. “Well, Giles managed to break the spell just in time for Buffy to kick Spike all over town. And all’s well that ends well.”
Buffy pouted. “And that’s how you should’ve started the story, like ‘that cool time I beat up Spike wearing an impractical ball gown’. It just sounds a lot better when you say it like that. On a completely unrelated topic; I lied- the black dress makes you look fat, so there.”
Willow giggled again. “Aw, poor Buffy’s feelings.” Although Willow did take another look at the sleek black dress hanging off of Buffy’s wardrobe door. Buffy and Faith had both said that Willow had looked incredible in the dress, or ‘smoking hot’ in Faith’s case, and had made the redhead blush.
“Well, I think I’ll trust Faith’s judgement on this.” Willow beamed happily at the brunette.
Buffy had an odd feeling of happiness coupled with wonder, last year these two had...not gotten along at all. Seeing them together she couldn’t imagine Faith going all dark and threatening Willow with a knife, or even hurting her.
‘Now look at them.’
Admittedly they’d both been a little awkward in conversation to begin with, but things had lightened up when Willow had started trying on outfits for the dance and Faith had complemented her on the fact that Oz was lead guitar. “Yeah, I dated a band member before, best I could do was a drummer though, so way to go, Red.”
Now they were relaxed, giggling, poking fun at Buffy- which she didn’t even care about really because this was all going way better than she imagined.
“Man, I always thought Halloween was kinda lame, that’s how it was broken down for me anyways.”Faith suddenly grinned eagerly. “Hey, Halloween’s comin’ round again, right? Could be somethin’ might happen.”
Willow was dubious. “I think Giles is usually right, Faith. It’s pretty quiet unless some rogue element pops up.”
“Well, here’s hopin’.” Faith raised her can of soda like she was giving a toast and tossed it back.
Buffy looked at the other slayer. “I actually like the fact I get at least one night a year off, like a reverse Santa Claus.”
“Yep, he’s all fat an’ jolly, you’re skinny and grumpy. Kinda fits.” Faith snarked, then she and Willow laughed like lunatics.
“Okay, subject change before I bop your heads together. Faith, when are you getting your dress?”
Faith wrinkled her nose. “Don’t know. Tomorrow I guess, now I know to stay away from little black numbers or,” She paused for effect, “Orange...”
“It’s tangerine.” Buffy huffed, “And it compliments my skin tone.”
Faith smirked a little. “I’m just playin’ with ya, B. We both know you could go to the dance in a sack and still be the hottest chick there,” She paused. “No offense, Red.”
Willow just raised her eyebrows at Buffy who blushed a little at Faith’s comment. “None taken, you’re both going to slay them whatever you wear. Just not, y’know, literally.”
Buffy cleared her throat. “I’m, uh, just gonna get some more snacks.” She got up and left, making her way downstairs to the living room.
Her Mom looked away from TV. “Hello, Buffy. Your friends sound like they’re having a good time. Do you need something?”
Buffy kept her voice low. “Uh, maybe. Are you busy tomorrow?”
Her Mom smiled expectantly. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just Faith needs a dress for the dance, and I think she might be a bit nervous about it. So maybe you could, um, help out for a couple of hours. Help her pick something nice?”
“Oh, you trust my fashion sense?” She teased.
Buffy tried not to roll her eyes. “Mom, this isn’t current fashion trends, this is a dress. Please will you help out your favourite daughter?”
“You mean my only daughter?”
“And so clearly the favourite, please?”
Her Mom nodded. “Since you asked so nicely and also because you’re being sweet to your new friend, I think I can get away from the gallery for a few hours tomorrow afternoon. Good enough?”
Buffy gave her Mom a quick hug. “Thank you. Oh, and this was completely your idea. Faith doesn’t know how to say no to you.”
Her Mom gave her a patient smile. “I understand.”
Buffy went to the kitchen and grabbed a large bag of chips and some cookies. She then made her way back upstairs and back to her room in time to catch the end of a conversation.
Buffy heard Faith’s husky, teasing voice. “Ooh, so that’ll be rounding second by the sound of it.”
“That’s none of your beeswax,” Willow protested, Buffy could tell she was smiling.
Buffy entered. “Faith, are you tormenting my poor friend? Couldn’t you have waited ‘til I got back, I wanna join in.”
Willow got up from her sleeping bag. “I’m gonna go find sanctuary in the bathroom, and also brush my teeth.” She picked up her pyjamas and left Buffy and Faith alone.
“See, I told you you’d have a good time.” Buffy put down the snacks and then walked to her dresser and started searching for her night clothes.
Faith stood up and knelt on Buffy’s bed. “Yeah, Will’s got some pretty cool war stories; Frat parties, evil fish guys, now Halloween. So what about you?”
Buffy grabbed her cow pyjamas and turned to Faith. “Um, my stories are pretty much the same. Unless you want to hear about my thrilling life as an L.A waitress; oh the drama, the excitement, the groping- trust me Willow’s are better.”
Faith just shook her head. “No, B, I was talkin’ about your ex, Angel and you. Willow hasn’t let Oz get that far yet, but you- you boinked the undead. I mean, what was it like?”
“Oh...” Buffy went a little red. “You’re really curious about that, huh? Fine, I’ll spill. Just don’t be all judge-y.
Faith rolled her eyes and put her hand on her heart in dramatic fashion. “Promise. Scout’s honour.”
Buffy looked sceptical. “I somehow doubt you were a girl scout.”
“Nah, but one of my exes, Ronnie- he was a scout and I think I’ve had enough of him inside me so that it counts.”
Buffy made a face. “Oh god, suddenly I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”
Faith gave her a pleading look. “C’mon, no more jokes I promise.”
“Fine, but we’re getting ready to go to bed so...” Buffy gestured at the other girl. “You got anything to wear or do you want to borrow something?”
Faith smirked. “Thought you were gonna start sleeping in the nude?”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “Not with Willow here! Um...I mean not with either of you here, there’s just no nudity during sleepovers. It’s a California law, or something.”
Faith sighed like she was disappointed. “Can’t believe Animal House lied t’me like that. Here I was thinkin’ all my research for girly sleepovers was wicked accurate. But no nakedness and no pillow fights- it’s kind of a let down.”
Willow came back in shaking her head. “Uh-uh, I’m not getting into a pillow fight with two slayers; I’m putting my foot down on that one. If you want I’ll reluctantly referee but that’s it. I bruise easy.”
Buffy threw an old white t-shirt at Faith. “There, go. You can wear that.”
Faith looked it over and protested. “But it’s got friggin’ rainbows on it!”
“Deal with it.” Buffy said simply and Faith left to change.
As soon as the brunette was out of sight Willow burbled excitedly at Buffy. “It’s going well, isn’t it? I mean, there I was thinking, y’know, gorgeous girl- probably really mean and snooty while being all cool and maybe her being nice to us that first time was just an act. But it’s like a whole slayer-loophole, where you can be pretty and really nice- its fun.”
Buffy smirked at her friend as she turned around to quickly change into her top. She looked over her shoulder and in a sing-song voice said. “Someone’s got a crush.”
Willow scoffed. “No, I haven’t. It’s just a while since I made a new friend by just being me, y’know. I mean Cordelia doesn’t count because, well, she comes with the Xander package now. And you, you pretty much threw yourself at me...”
Buffy stopped changing and protested. “I did not!”
“You so wanted to be part of my gang.” Willow smiled as she reminisced. “The new girl in town who I took under my wing.”
“And I thought Giles had one too many bumps on the head, I’m amazed you can even cast any spells with a memory that flawed.”
Willow giggled. “Well, okay- but you get my point.”
Buffy regarded her friend. “Yep, that Willow charm works like magic.”
Willow gave a big smile. “Aw, thanks. Hey, what’s that?”
Buffy adjusted her hair as she buttoned up her top. “What?”
Buffy felt Willow step up behind her, and then a hand parting her hair. “When did you get a tattoo?”
Buffy froze. “Huh?”
“Right here on the back of your neck. I thought after the whole Eyghon thing body-art was a big turn off?”
Buffy hesitated. “Uh, yeah. I totally forgot, it happened when I was in L.A- I was feeling kind of low and I...well, it was a bad idea. I’m gonna have it removed soon so...”
They were both distracted by Faith walking back in, dressed in the white t-shirt, that Buffy now realised was way too tight for someone of Faith’s...build, and lacy black panties. “Think I stretched your shirt, B.” She said absently.
Buffy just shook her head a little. “Don’t worry about it. I’m, uh, just gonna brush my teeth.” With that Buffy hurriedly left for the bathroom. Facing side on to the mirror, Buffy pulled her hair away from the nape of her neck and saw the mark Willow had spotted. A black circle etched on her skin about the size of a quarter, with a stylized black eye at the centre with a few squiggly black lines that set Buffy’s alarm bells ringing. This ink looked very occult-y.
Buffy breathed as she tried to stop herself from panicking, okay this mark had to be linked to the wish she made right? She didn’t believe in coincidences and this would be a big one. Either way magical body art was a bad thing... but it was also a clue.
Buffy could search for this symbol in big dusty tomes and find out was it meant, and what the hell was going on. She dropped her hair back and rearranged her top, practised her best not-freaking-out face, and told herself that this could wait a little while. At least until she survived Homecoming. Again.
Buffy walked back to her room with a practiced nonchalance and dropped back onto the bed, the other two girls were busy munching on cookies. Buffy glanced in Willow’s direction, the redhead didn’t seem to be worried or looking at her strangely, hopefully she’d bought Buffy’s explanation. When Buffy had a few more answers maybe she’d tell her the truth, but first she needed to be sure what it all meant.
Faith, idly toying with Mr. Gordo, leaned over and prodded Buffy to get her attention. “’Kay Buffy, enough stallin’. Tell us how a slayer goes from slayin’ vampires to layin’...”
Buffy scowled slightly. “You said no jokes.”
In her mind Buffy hoped that by telling Faith about Angel she could take some of the mystique out of the whole situation, plus avoiding any potential misunderstandings later on. A combination of Mrs Post’s manipulations and Xander’s anger meant that last time Faith had nearly killing Angel- thinking his was just another monster that needed slaying. That had led to Buffy then having to fight the other slayer, which she didn’t want to repeat.
‘Then again, it might just mean Faith makes a play for Angel’s affections a little sooner and tries the whole seducing him thing, or did she just do that because the mayor wanted her too? Or maybe it was to screw with me. Too many things to worry about,-my head’s starting to hurt.’
Willow, busy munching a cookie, looked at Buffy expectantly. “You’re gonna tell her about Angel, which parts?”
Buffy sighed and decided there was no going back. “Open book. Really, whatever you want.”
Willow’s face was priceless. “Anything? Are you...even about the time that you..?”
“Will, I spent the whole summer dealing, the fact that Angel’s back doesn’t change anything. We can’t...be together. All I can see is a lot of abstinence in the future, so maybe talking about it- this will help me deal.”
Willow nodded in understanding. “I think that makes sense, it’s good- healthy even. Get some perspective.”
“Anyway, how come you didn’t slay him as soon as you saw him?” Faith asked.
“Oh, he’s quite the cutie.” Willow replied before Buffy could, “All quiet and soulful, very Byronesque.” Off of Faith’s look, “Uh, kind of dark and brooding.”
“Also I didn’t know he was a vampire,” Buffy added. “He was just a mysterious stranger that showed up with a cryptic warning or clue about some big, bad evil.” Buffy thought back. “Although, the first time we met he was kind of a jerk- all smarmy and knowing. I really didn’t like him.”
Faith frowned and shook her head. “How come you didn’t know he was a vampire? He shoulda set off your slayer senses, right? There must’ve been something off about him.”
Willow smirked. “I think she was all googly-eyed right from the start. Hey, you only said Faith couldn’t make jokes- plus it’s true.”
“I suppose I was smitten,” Buffy conceded. “I only found out after I kissed him for the first time, and then I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t get why he’d help me if he was just another vampire. But then Darla, that was his sire- Darla, attacked my Mom and framed Angel for it. We went all fight-to-the-death for a while, it was like Angel wanted me to kill him.”
“His soul means he feels super-guilty for all bad the stuff he’s done.” Willow added to Faith.
Buffy smiled as she reminisced. “Anyway, I didn’t kill him, instead he killed Darla. After that Angel helped out when he could. He and I...we got closer, working together, he was somebody I could be honest about myself with. I could share everything with him; it was a pretty unique sitch.”
Buffy shook her head. “With someone like Scott, I’d have to hide things from him or risk putting him in danger. I guess it would never have worked- I was fooling myself.”
“But you’re not doomed,” Willow said emphatically. She looked at Faith, “She thinks she’s doomed.”
Faith seemed to consider this. “So if Angel was such a great guy what went wrong?”
“It started last year when two vamps came to town, Spike and Drusilla. They both knew Angel back when he was evil and they’d come to the Hellmouth to party.”
“Yeah, you mentioned those guys before, sound wicked creepy.” Faith looked a little disgusted. “Demons gettin’ all loved up.”
“Anyways, they tried to end the world by resurrecting this ancient demon called the Judge; he could burn the soul out of someone just by touching him.”
Faith nodded in sympathy. “And I’m guessin’ the demon-guy touched Angel.”
Buffy smiled sadly. “Nope, he almost got both of us but we managed to escape, made it back to Angel’s place.”
“Then I don’t get it, why’d he turn evil?”
Willow looked at Buffy sadly. “Buffy, are you sure you want to...?”
Buffy nodded at the redhead. “Well, we only found out after...the curse that the gypsies gave Angel was meant to be a punishment, so he could suffer for all the bad stuff he’d done, forever. If he forgot any of that, even for a second, then the curse would be broken. And when we got back to his place, after the near miss- the almost dying and losing each other, we made love. And broke the curse.”
Faith swallowed. “Damn.” She seemed to think about it for a few seconds. “That’s the dumbest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”
Buffy had been expecting a lot of reactions, but not that. She felt anger rise in her. “What did you say?”
Faith held up a hand. “Wow, hey, I didn’t mean...I get why you got all bouncy with each other, but these gypsy guys- they go and curse Angel with a soul so he’s done with the killing and he gets to suffer. But then if he gets too happy he looses it? I’m guessin’ they didn’t tell Angel about that last part?”
Buffy frowned as she tried to follow the other girl’s thinking. “No. No way he knew.”
“So the guy who didn’t do anythin’ except get killed by a vamp gets to live with all the shit the demon did, then if he accidentally gets too happy the demon gets a get outta jail free and goes back to killin’? Man, those gypsies are dicks.”
Willow smiled a little in relief. “I’ll bet Angel said that a lot these past hundred years.”
And with that all the tension that had been building up from Buffy’s retelling of the story seemed to leave the room. Buffy actually laughed a little at Willow’s comment. “I guess I didn’t really think about it that way, too busy living with the reality.”
Faith shook her head in sympathy. “So the morning’ after was pretty rough, I’m guessin’. But what about the deed itself, huh? I mean, I’m thinking he had a good time, guys always do. But what about you?”
“Well, it’s nice that you just brush past all my pain and get right to the dirt.” Buffy joked, and then allowed her thoughts to drift back to that night. It was strange how she didn’t like to think about it with Angel, but here with her friends- and a little perspective, she could allow herself to remember.
“It was good, I mean, really good. I was kind of nervous to begin with...I started kissing him and pretty soon we were, um, taking our clothes off. We were still wet from the rain outside.”
“He must’ve been cold, right? With the whole ‘being dead’ thing.”
“Not cold exactly, more room temperature. And as we,” Buffy bit her bottom lip. “started, with the nakedness, he warmed up pretty quickly. I guess I got his blood, um, pumping.”
Faith smiled and wiggled her eyebrows as she chuckled. “I betchya did.”
“Did it hurt?” Willow spoke a little anxiously. “I-I heard that, y’know, the first time...”
“Only for a little bit.” Buffy replied, “And it was worth it. He was...slow and tender, we took our time and I had, um, the thing, the moment. Both times.”
Willow sat in wide-eyed contemplation. “Twice?”
“So, the boy’s got stamina, knew there had to be somethin’ in it for you...” Faith drawled slyly, she seemed to be enjoying Buffy’s description an awful lot. “Positions?”
Buffy flushed in embarrassment. “Just, y’know, the normal one, um- missionary.”
“I don’t understand how vampires can even...get they’re blood pumping, anyway. I mean, they’re dead, they don’t bleed but they can...do that when they want to. And how do they smoke if they can’t even breathe?” Willow looked at the other two and reddened a little. “That’s not really the issue here, is it?”
Buffy smiled gently. “All I know is that he did get...” She made a gesture with her hand. “Obviously, otherwise I guess I would’ve been kinda disappointed. Also, he had a couple of hundred years of experience, practice, whatever- that probably helped.” Buffy frowned a little. “I always wondered if I was...well, if I was the disappointment.”
“I think the whole ‘perfect happiness’ thing kind of indicates that you weren’t.” Willow replied sympathetically.
Faith thought for a moment and then grinned widely. “Okay, so how big was he?”
“And I’m done!” Buffy blurted. “I think I’ve answered enough invasive questions about my one sexual experience for one night.”
Both Willow and Faith seemed a little disappointed but didn’t try and persuade otherwise, which was good. Buffy was getting a bit...caught up in the memory, and getting all pent up again, at a slumber party no less, could get awkward.
“So, um, what about you?” She asked Faith, “I’ll bet you’ve got plenty of stories.”
Faith shrugged and looked a little sad. “My first time pretty much sucked.” Then she broke into a lewd smile. “Times after that got a lot better, though. Made damn sure of it.”
“Positions?” Then Willow slapped a hand over her mouth and went beet red. “Sorry, that kind of just slipped out. Just me being giddy- ignore me.”
“’S’ okay. Nothing fancy.” Faith’s hands manoeuvred Mr. Gordo so he was sitting on her lap, trotters in the air. “Can demonstrate some of ‘em though.”
Buffy gasped before reaching over and swiping the plush pig away. “Don’t even! Mr. Gordo is a poor, innocent pig who’s not interested in downward facing dog or whatever else you’re going to demonstrate.” She cuddled him defensively.
Willow chuckled. “I’m fairly certain that’s a yoga position, Buffy.”
“Doesn’t matter, he’s off limits.”
“Sorry, B. didn’t realise I was violatin’ a sacred stuffed toy.” Faith smirked and thought about it some more before answering Willow. “Okay, so mostly on top, that way I can set the pace so a guy doesn’t pop too soon, y’know. But I’ve covered most of the basics, some wicked kinky stuff too; if I get lucky and find a guy who can keep up I get to have all kinds of fun.”
Buffy believed her, the way Faith talked about it which such confidence it was obvious she’d had some good experiences, maybe lots of good experiences. Buffy suddenly found herself thinking about the way Faith moved when she was dancing or fighting, so unrestrained and vibrant, so lost in what she was doing. Buffy concluded that whoever Faith decided to ‘spend time’ with had a pretty good experience too.
She shifted a little uncomfortably, alarmed at how warm she was getting. This was all Scott’s fault, and Angel’s, what with all the denial and restraint, plus Faith’s teasing. Buffy didn’t consider herself a slut or anything but...a girl has needs.
‘Okay, so it’s been well over a year since I’ve had sex. That’s nothing, a necessary down period. Just have to adjust is all.’
Willow was looking at Faith with a mixture of amazement and caution, a sort of wary admiration for the dark-haired girl. Like she’d discovered that Faith had done something really unwise but had somehow triumphed anyway.
“So, um, have you...since coming to Sunnydale?” Willow asked.
Faith glanced at Buffy before answering. “Not yet, just tryin’ to get a feel for the place ‘fore I have to scratch that itch, y’know. But slaying can get to a girl, y’know.” She smirked at Buffy’s discomfort.
Buffy decided to end things here before they could get too intimate and fake-yawned expansively. “Well, I’m beat. You two can keep at it but I really need to sleep, ‘night.”
Willow frowned and looked at her watch. “I guess it is getting late.”
Faith looked a little disappointed as she grabbed a pillow off Buffy’s bed and put it next to her. “Blows that you guys gotta go to school tomorrow, we coulda stayed up all night.”
“Next time, maybe?” Chirped Willow, sounding enthusiastic at the prospect. “We should pick a Friday or Saturday, with movies and stuff, like a whole big thing.”
Buffy nodded. “To be continued, guys. I got it. Oh and thanks for all this, coming over, listening and talking. I feel better.”
“You’re not doomed.” Willow’s voice was firm.
Buffy chuckled. “I know, thanks Will.”
With that she flipped back the covers and slid into her bed’s snug and cosy embrace. Buffy delicately adjusted her pyjama pants so they weren’t so...clinging, to any area. The memories of being with Angel obviously still got to her, maybe when the other two had fallen asleep she could sneak to the bathroom and...
Suddenly the other side of the covers were lifted up and Faith got in. “Scooch up.”
“What’re you doing?” Buffy hissed, in a moment of panic considering fending off Faith with Mr. Gordo.
“Didja see me bring a sleeping bag? There’s plenty of room in here- scooch yer butt.”
“But...” Sometimes Buffy had shared a bed with Willow on sleepovers- that was no big. Faith was a whole other story, a confusing, uncomfortable making story.
Faith slid down beneath the covers so only her head was showing. Buffy was very aware of the fact that everything else; arms, hands, breasts, hips were under the covers with her. She tensed, ready in case anything of Faith’s brushed up against her, or grabbed her, or stroked...
Faith nudged Buffy. “’Night, B. Thanks for the invite.” With that she rolled over so her back was facing the blonde girl, plumped up her pillow, then seemed to settle down to sleep.
Buffy waited, holding her stuffed toy tight as she wondered when Faith would try something, or if she would try anything.
But as the minutes ticked by Buffy could here the other girl’s breathing settle and deepen as she slept. Buffy relaxed, released Mr. Gordo from a death grip and attempted to get comfortable, trying to wrest her mind from any lingering curiosities about Faith’s night time experiences. No good could come of it.
‘Okay, so what- maybe part of me likes and admires Faith, parts of her personality are fun and...really fascinating to think about. It doesn’t mean anything, any attraction or lusty wrong feelings. I’m just curious, about her. About her...qualities as an individual, she’s new and interesting- that’s all.’
Buffy didn’t know why she was trying so hard to convince herself, or to push down a curious feeling that had settled in her since Faith had dozed off. Buffy found sleep overcame her just as she realised what she was feeling, slight disappointment that Faith hadn’t tried anything.
*~~*

“Buffy, Faith’s here!” Buffy’s Mom called from downstairs as Buffy inspected the spare room- bare of anything but a dresser, a clothes rack her Mom had found in the basement, and a bed. Buffy set the piece of paper down on the edge of the mattress and headed to the top of the stairs to see her Mom opening the front door.
“Hello, Faith. Do you need a hand?”
Faith was standing on the porch carrying a sports bag and a backpack. She had a black trash bag slung over one shoulder. “Don’t worry Mrs. S, I’m good. Is Buffy here?”
Buffy came down the stairs and raised her hand in greeting. “I’m just putting the finishing touches to your bedroom. What’s in the bag?”
Faith dumped it in the hall. “Uh, some dirty clothes. I didn’t have time to hit the laundrette before I came over. Just tell me where the nearest one is and I’ll...”
“Oh, nonsense, Faith. I’ll take those, you just settle in. Have you eaten yet?”
Faith seemed a little overwhelmed by Joyce’s attention but managed to nod. “I’m fine and, uh, thanks.”
“Well, Buffy and I are having pizza tonight to celebrate your arrival; you’re welcome to join us.” Buffy watched her Mom go carrying the clothes bag with her.
Faith looked after her in something approaching amazement. “She’s gonna do my washing too?”
“Didn’t I mention that? It’s full service here at Casa de Summers. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”
Faith followed her up the stairs. “B, I saw it a couple of days ago when I slept over, remember?”
“I know but it’s got a couple of new additions that you should see.”
Buffy entered the room first and did an expansive sweeping gesture with her hands as she turned. “Ta-Da! Look what came to the house not one hour ago.”
She pointed to a dress bag hanging alone on the clothes rack, the label ‘April Fool’s’ was embossed on it’s black glossy surface. Buffy hadn’t fiddled with the zipper, though she’d been tempted. “My Mom said not to peek until you came and tried it on, April Fool’s is nice though. Kind of expensive.”
Faith stared at the bag before shifting a little uncomfortably. “Your Mom made a deal with the owner- she’d been eyin’ some picture in the gallery or somethin’. So they did a switch or a deal.” She looked at Buffy a little apologetically. “It was your Mom’s idea, she kinda insisted.”
Buffy smiled. “My Mom’s a stubborn one; she tends to get her way. Apparently she had it refitted especially. Y’know you could probably wear this to the Prom as well; get your money’s worth.”
“The Prom? I’m not going to any Prom, who would I even go with?”
“After the dance, when the boys get a load of you, I’m sure you’ll get a ton of offers.” Buffy grinned at the other girl and went over to the rack. “Can I see it? Is it pretty? What colour is it?”
“Uh, dark I think.”
“Stop teasing. Is it red? Like a dark red-or blue, like a nice midnight blue?”
Faith smirked and shook her head. “Buffy...just wait ‘til tonight, ‘kay. Don’t get all hyper.”
“I’m not hyper, maybe excited. I would also accept giddy, but not just about tonight. You’re here- you finally moved in.”
Faith gestured to her two bags. “Well, it was a big job. Couldn’t rush it.”
Buffy moved over to the bed and picked up the piece of paper. “Thought you might want this, you left it at the library when we were watching Oz.” She handed it to Faith.
Faith looked at it, seeing her cartoon-like drawing. “Damn, thought I chucked this.” She scrunched it up.
Buffy snatched the paper back. “Hey, don’t! I like it, okay. You didn’t tell me you could draw like that.”
Faith flopped back onto the bed and spread her arms out, testing the firmness. “Drawing was one of the things I liked doin’ back at school. That’s just a stupid doodle.” She sat up on her elbows. “Man, this sure beats the hell outta the motel.”
Buffy smoothed out the folded paper. “Told you. Although you do have to share the bathroom with me, and I can take ages in the morning.”
“Well see I don’t hav’ta go anywhere in the morning, so no worries.” Faith thought about and smiled at Buffy. “Might get up to sneak a peak though.”
“I’m flattered, really.” Buffy replied dryly, pleased she hadn’t blushed this time. “But the bathroom door has a lock so I think I’m safe.”
“Maybe I was talkin’ ‘bout your Mom.”
“Eeeww, gross. Okay, I’m just going to forget this whole conversation and go down and order the pizzas.” Buffy turned in the doorway. “You better stay here and unpack; we’ll only have couple of hours to get ready before the limo gets here. Trust me; it’ll take longer than you think to get ready.”
Faith sighed and flopped back. “You worry too much, B.”
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