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What are we gonna do now?	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What are we gonna do now?

Chapter 8

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It's night. There’s a full moon , and it lights the garden. It's Angel’s mansion from Sunnydale. Buffy is standing, sword in hand. She knows why she is here. To stop Angelus. To end his plan to destroy to world. To kill him. And her heart is confused, her mind awhirl, yet she knows what she must do

And he’s there, sword in hand. They begin to duel, steel against steel. Move, thrust, parry, neither getting the upper hand.

“ You strip away your family” Angelus says.

The swords clang together

“You strip away your friends” Angelus says.

Thrust, counter, thrust

“You strip away the lies, the pain” Angelus says

The swords hit, and Buffy’s goes flying. She backs against a wall, and Angelus follows. The point of his sword is at her face

“You strip away the love. What is left?” He thrust forward.

“Me” Buffy says, catching the blade in her hands, stopping it. She forces him back.

And it's no longer Angelus, but Angel. The light of his soul is in his eyes. Buffy comes forward, and touches his cheek

“That’s where you have to start, Buffy. From you.”

“ Shhh…” She says, as she put the point of her sword to his chest

“ It's over, long over Buffy. Time to stop looking back, and look ahead. See what’s there in front of you”

She thrusts her sword forward, and he is gone, in a blaze of light.

And she is no longer in the Mansion, but underground. Under the school. And she is facing Spike. She’s holding his hand, feeling it burn where the sunlight is burning him.

“ I love you” She says

“ No you don’t, Slayer. But thank you for saying it” He replies

And they are no longer below the school, but on a Los Angeles street. They are walking, both are sad.

“ But I do love you.” She says

“No, luv. I was there when you needed someone to lean on. You had the world on your shoulders, and you needed someone to not judge, someone to let you lean. I did. But love? No, I know that now. And so do you.”

“ Stop looking backwards, luv. Stop trying to find what was, and look for what is”

It’ night, in Sunnydale. And Buffy is running, running, running. She has to catch him. Catch him before he leaves. Leaves on the helicopter. Out of her life forever. She is close, the copter is just starting to take off. She calls out his name “ Riley, Wait…RILEY”. But again it's too late…she has missed him.

But it’s suddenly day. And it's the desert, and she is still running, running. Up ahead a figure is sitting. Turned away from her. Looking into the distance. As she gets closer, she sees it's a woman, with long dark hair. She runs faster. The woman stands up, and turns to her. She smiles. It’s Faith.

“ I’ve been waiting for you”

Buffy wakes up. Her eyes stare into the darkness, and she tries to understand her dream.

She’s confused. She finds herself wondering what is going on with herself.

She has grown close to Faith over these past weeks. Closer than she expected. Too close?

She finds herself getting grumpy if Faith is late. She doesn’t like grumpy. She wanders around a bit, at odds, not knowing what to do with herself.

She finds herself making little excuses to herself to get close to Faith. She is becoming too aware of when Faith touches her, and doesn’t touch her.

When she eats alone, she hurries through it to get done. When they eat together, she drags it out, taking in every moment. Food has no taste for her, these days.

When Faith isn’t there, she sits in Faith’s spot, trying to feel her. If Faith needs to be gone a day or two, she will crawl into her bed, trying to catch her scent.

She doesn’t admit any of this to herself. It’s silly, it’s not happening. It means nothing. She’s my friend, of course I miss her.

Blah … blah … blah.

She’s acting like she is in love, and it’s scaring her.

She’s a girl. * I’m * a girl. I’m not gay. I don’t even find most women that attractive.

So, what’s going on here?

She makes me laugh. God, that girl makes me laugh.

When she looks at me, I get stupid.

Did you ever notice how pretty her eyes are?

If she whispers something to me, my body gets tingly

If she touches my hand, or my shoulder, or my arm…I get butterflies

THIS IS SO STUPID. IT’S NOT HAPPENING.

Buffy jumps out of bed, pissed off. She doesn’t watch where she is going, and she rams her toe into the dresser.

“ DAMN, Damn, damn” She hops around, holding her foot. “Damn”

She decides to go downstairs to the bathroom to check it out, in case she hurt it worse than she thought. As she hits the landing, she sees the door to “the mystery room” open. There is a light coming from it. Foot forgotten, her curiosity is piqued. It’s open? Should I? …..

Nawwww… it’ll piss of Faith

Yes, I wanna see

Yes...No? No…Yes?

Aw, screw it, I’m going in. or at least peeking in. hee, hee.

As quietly as she can(damned toe) Buffy makes her way towards the open door. She crouches behind the door, and looks around it, sticking her head just inside the doorway.

Faith is standing in the middle of the well lit room, her back towards the door. She seems to be looking at something, and is, by her body language, puzzled. She scratches her head, and sighs.

But that’s not what catches Buffy’s attention(ok, well, only for a second). She is looking at what is on the walls. All over the walls. Paintings, sketches. Lots of them. Mostly portraits, some landscapes. There must be dozens of them. All sizes. What?

Faith leans into whatever she is looking at, and appears to apply something to it. She leans back, but isn’t pleased. Suddenly, she goes a bit rigid. She gets that “ I’m not alone” body posture, and starts to turn. Buffy quickly ducks behind the door.

After a few seconds, she hears a familiar voice call out:

“ You might as well come in, B. I know you’re there” Faith says, her voice resigned.

Buffy stands up, feeling a little stupid. She appears in the doorway. Faith is standing there, with a smirk, looking at her friend. She shrugs and says “ Well, B. I guess my “ dark, dark secret” is out.” She grins, but you can’t tell if she is irritated, or amused.

“ I’m sorry” Buffy stands in the doorway. She knows that she pried, and shouldn’t have.

“Aw, c’mon” Faith walks over, and grabs her friend’s arm, pulling her in. “At least I’m not an axe murderer, hiding the bodies in here” Faith chuckles. “ I’m kinda surprised, B. You should know you can’t really sneak up on a slayer”

“Well… the door was open, and I got curious. I know, I know, I know you said it was private… but…well…” Buffy stammers a little, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“ Call it my therapy. I started drawing and painting while I was in prison” Faith says. “ One day I just picked up a pencil, and did it. I was ok at it, and so I kept doing it. I …it made me feel better, somehow. It’s not too good, but it still makes me feel better. I do it when I can’t sleep, or I’m feeling off. I know…shouldn’t be like… secret. But it kinda like comes from within me. Part of me. So I feel it’s real personal. I’m not fond of showing it off.” Faith explains, and looks around.

Buffy is wandering around, looking at the work. She is amazed. Despite what Faith thinks about it, it has a power. It’s raw, some of the proportions are …off… but it speaks to you. And the portraits… especially the eyes. Just talk to you. You can feel them looking at you.

“ This is great, Faith. This really is great. I don’t know why you don’t show it. I love it” Buffy is all excited about it.

Faith just stands with her customary smirk. But inside, she is all jazzed. She’s really happy, for some reason , that Buffy is so excited about it.

“Who’s this?” Buffy is pointing at one of the water colors. It's of young woman, sitting on a bench. She is looking down, and seems to have a haunted expression on her face. Buffy can feel her pain.

“ She was convicted of murder. Seems she had been raped. Repeatedly. Finally she cracked, and killed her rapist. Stabbed him over 100 times. He wasn’t too recognizable”. Buffy gasps, God.

Buffy wanders around, looking at more of the pictures. She sees one of another woman, older. She can feel the violence of the woman. It emanates out of the painting.

“That woman” Faith says, seeing what painting Buffy is looking at” tried to kill me. Not long after I made the original of that painting” Faith says

“Wha-aa-at?” Buffy says. “ Kill you?”

“ Yeah. I had a lot of attacks in prison. I think the Watcher’s Council was behind most of it” Faith says, looking away. Kinda staring off into space. “ They had two ‘rogue’ slayers on their hands. You, the rebel, who fired them, and me…the homicidal psycho who was an embarrassment. They knew the line came through me, so they tried to get rid me, get a new, more compliant slayer activated.”

Buffy just stares at Faith. All that guilt she feels over Faith just comes ramming back home again.

“ Anyway, after awhile, they let up. The women got the message that trying to kill me wasn’t too healthy. Of course, I spent extra fun time in the hole because of the fighting” Faith sighs.

Buffy is still wandering around. She sees the covered easel. That’s what she is working on now. Hmmm…no, better not…right now anyway. She looks at the wall, and sees a familiar face staring back at her. Long, chestnut colored hair. Blue eyes, full of mischief, and a large, sweet smile.

“ It’s Dawnie!” Buffy squeals.

“Yeah, I like the little nut. I did it from memory. Reminds me of her” Faith grins. “ She can be a pain, but she has a wicked smile”

“ She’d love this!” Buffy exclaims. She knows her sister would be jazzed by someone painting her portrait.

“Really? Do you think so?” Faith is more pleased than she expected by Buffy’s reaction. “ I’ll send it to her if you think she’ll like it”

“ Oh, yeah. I know she would”

“You’ve done so many.” Buffy says.

“ Ahhh…most of it's stuff I already did. I lost all the stuff I did in prison when I escaped, so I just recreated them from memory”

“Yeah… but, I mean…there are so many here… where do you get the time?” Buffy asks

“ Well, B. I don’t sleep much” Faith says, her tone a bit strained

Buffy looks at Faith, and sees suddenly all the anxiety and strain in it. Her heart melts. Without thinking about it, she goes over and takes her friend into a hug. It's close, tender, and sustained. At first, Faith seems a bit…resistant to the hug, but then need kicks in, and she melts into Buffy’s arms. She doesn’t cry, but Buffy can feel her sadness. Buffy just holds her, and rubs her back.

They break the embrace, but Buffy isn’t quite ready to lose contact. She puts her hand to Faith’s face, and gently rubs her thumb over her cheek.

Deep inside her, she wants to just kiss Faith, kiss and kiss her. But she feels somehow, right now, it would be wrong. So she settles for kissing her with her fingers, and looking into her eyes.

Faith is looking into Buffy’s eyes. What she sees there… encourages her a little, gives her some hope. She knows she feels something deeper for Buffy. She has for awhile. But she also knows she can’t rush her too quickly. She has to let her come to it. But she sees something in Buffy’s eyes, some desires. Some breakthroughs in her mind. Faith has learned patience, the hard way. She can wait for awhile. She brushes some hair out of the blonde slayer’s eyes, and brushes the hair behind her ear. She feels Buffy quiver a little at her touch. Maybe she won’t have to wait too long, Faith smiles to herself.

They break contact, each still a bit in the clouds. Buffy turns, and notices the covered canvas. She wanders over, and starts to lift the cover.

“B. Ummm…that isn’t finished. I prefer you not look at it now” Faith stammers. Oh, shit.

But Buffy isn’t really listening “Aw, C’mon, Faithelangelo” She giggles. “ Lemme see you latest creation”

“B… really… it’s not that …” But Buffy has lifted the cover.

“I’m sure it’s….” Buffy stops, stunned.

It’s her.

But not just a portrait

It's a three quarter length of her. It's her hair, her face, and her eyes. She is lying in bed, a sheet covering her legs and lower hip.

The rest of her is nude.

She is leaning on her arm, head raised above the pillow. She has a small sleepy smile, her eyes open, but more like bedroom eyes.

She notes, even in her daze, that Faith has …well…been more generous than Mothetureture in some of her proportions. But other than that, she…is like looking at herself.

She …is entranced, and …oh my. Oh my. Oh, my.

She looks at Faith. Faith looks embarrassed and more than a little guilty. She looks back at the painting. She looks back at Faith again… she is smiling

“ I …. love it” Buffy says, her voice low.

“You do?” Faith takes a breath. She hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing.

“ You… made me so …pretty” Buffy is blushing a little. “But, you’ve been a little too generous in certain places” She giggles.

“ I… I… was working from imagination” Faith says, a little …surprised?(ok, a LOT surprised).

“ You think I’m that pretty?” Buffy’s voice is soft and low

“Yes” is all Faith can think to say.

“Hmmm” Buffy is looking at the painting again. She turns to Faith, and starts walking towards her.

“Maybe” She starts, undoing the first button on her Satin pajama top. “ Maybe … you should work with the live model”

Buffy slowly undoes the rest of the buttons. She shrugs off the top. It’s all that she’s wearing.

Faith stands, stunned. She feels her heart beating faster in her chest, and her breathing is getting heavier.

Buffy walks to her, and puts her hand on Faith’s shoulder

“ Am I pretty?” She has a blush, and her eyes are demurely turned down.

“ Yessss” is all Faith can say.

Buffy slips into her arms, and puts her arms around her neck “ You’re pretty too” and with that, she kisses Faith.
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