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Know Who I Am	By : Paigie Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4757 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Great, who’s at the door? I’m not expecting anyone, and I don’t think my mom is expecting a package or anything. She had to leave about half an hour ago. The person who’s supposed to cover for her on weekends called in sick so my mom had to go to the gallery. Which means I’m cleaning out the spare bedrooms by myself. At least I was cleaning. Now I have to stop and go downstairs and find out who the mystery guest is. I hope it isn’t Giles with bad news. My day is horrible enough as it is.
I’m about halfway down the stairs when the doorbell rings again. Jeez, patient much? Would it kill them to wait a few seconds? It’s not like this is the year 4513. I can’t just vaporize and reappear downstairs. And how bad ass would that be? I’d never be late again. Unless my alarm clock didn’t go off and it takes me a little longer to get ready. Then I would be late. With everything being instant I wouldn’t even have the excuse ‘my mom’s car broke down’. Stupid year 4513. Why am I even thinking about this?
I open the door and to my surprise I see Faith. She’s by herself and she looks really tense. Her shoulders look rock hard, and the look in her eyes is not a good one. She’s wearing a black zip up hoodie with a purple skull on one side. Why is she wearing that? It’s like eighty degrees outside. A little red flag is going up in my mind but I ignore it.
“I thought I’d stop by and help with the rooms since they’re for me and mine.” Her voice sounds really horse and scratchy. I wonder why it’s like that? It’s almost like she was yelling or something. Why does she look so irritated now? “Can I come in or what?” Oh, that’s probably why. I open the door wider and step to the side.
“Sorry, come on in,” I tell her as she walks passed me. I close the door and lock it. I know I’m a slayer but my mom gets mad if I don’t. “I was just about to take a break from the cleaning to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” She shakes her head no but she walks into the kitchen anyway. Ummm, ok. I needed to go in there anyway, obviously.
When I walk into the kitchen Faith is sitting at the center island. She’s picking at her cuticles and her shoulders are slumped. It’s almost like she looks defeated. Ok, what the fuck happened? I’ve never seen Faith look like that before. I didn’t even know Faith could look like that. The little red flag from before is back, and now it won’t be ignored.
“Is your mom here? I didn’t see the car outside,” she says before I can ask her what’s wrong. I hate it when people do that. Why would Faith be asking about my mom? Now things are just getting creepy. It isn’t a bad thing that she’s asking about my mom. But the asking, and the sweater in eighty degree weather, and the voice maybe add up to something bad. And I want to know what.
“No, she isn’t. The person who takes the weekends called in sick so my mom had to go to work. She’s picking up Chinese on the way home, and I think she said something about picking up a bed but she was rushing and I didn’t understand the last part.” I open the fridge and pull out everything I need to make a ham sandwich. I glance over at Faith and she looks a little upset. “Is there anything you need to talk about? ‘Cause I’m a pretty good listener if you wanna talk.”
“I’m fine,” she says and keeps picking at her cuticles. Trust me, she doesn’t sound convincing. “I was just wondering where your mom is.” We’re quiet as I make my sandwich. I feel rude that I’m only making one but she said she didn’t want anything. Ok, this silence is getting pretty awkward. I really don’t think my silence breaker should be ‘I think I’m in love with you, please take me now’. Color me crazy but I don’t think that’s the best way to go.
“It’s gonna be nice having our own room,” she says. Or we can go with that. I give her a ‘huh?’ type of look and she gets a little smile on her face. “You saw the room, B. There’s only one bed. We bought Sam one of those little kid beds but almost every night she comes crawling into mine so her daddy can save her from the nightmares. She might be like that here for a while because it’s a new house and everything, but I think she’ll be glad to finally have her own space.”
“I know that this is totally none of my business but I’m curious.” I can’t believe I’m about to ask this. “If you don’t have your own room how do you and Tanner…you know, after you go slaying?” I wasn’t willing to admit this to any of my friends but Faith’s little H and H theory definitely exists. Ever since I became a slayer I’ve gotten to know my right hand very well. Anyway, she gets this little cocky smirk on her face and finally stops picking at her cuticles.
“Most of the time we take a shower together. I wake him up when I get back and we go at it until the hot water runs out.” She gets this look on her face that is making me want to hug her. She looks so sad and I have no idea why. “He used to be so good. I thought he was like a god or something. But ever since I became a slayer it just isn’t enough. I came five times last night and I still wanted more.” I really didn’t need to know that, but at least she’s opening up a little bit.
“Why are you wearing a jacket when it’s, like, eighty outside?” She sighs a very large sigh and unzips the hoodie. She’s wearing a white shirt underneath. She has got to be burning up. The air conditioner is on and it’s almost too hot in here for me. Anyway, she takes the jacket off and her arms are covered with bruises. Um, ok. What the hell? I’m trying really hard not to get mad, but I really want to kill whatever did that to her.
“I went patrolling last night. Ran into a couple pretty strong vamps, but I’m still walkin. Can’t say the same for them.” Oh well, at least she killed them. I don’t like the thought of Faith patrolling by herself. I know that she’s a slayer too, and before she came to Sunnydale she patrolled by herself but I want to make sure she’s ok. Plus patrolling with Faith is always really fun.
We don’t talk about much while I eat. Faith scarfs down half a bag of chips and two sodas though, which is good. Her watching me eat would’ve been very awkward. I can tell by the look in her eyes and by her body language that she’s feeling a little better. I’m glad that I can help. I know she wanted to talk to my mom about something but I’m not going to bother her about it.
“So, let’s get this party started,” she says as we walk into the room that she and Tanner are going to be staying in. My bedroom is right next to theirs, and I’m not looking forward to it. I’ve seen how Faith gets after slaying, and she was just saying how much she’s looking forward to having her own room with Tanner. They might not right away, but eventually they are going to have sex, and I’m not looking forward to hearing it. I have slayer hearing so even if they try to be quiet I’m sure I’ll hear a lot of it.
“I’m almost done packing everything. After that all we need to do is vacuum, and dust. The other room isn’t as bad as this one.” I thought it would be easier to leave the better one for later. Don’t ask me why but I thought it would be easier because I honestly don’t know why. I think the real question here is why am I thinking about this now? Faith and I have the house to ourselves. I’m not going to try anything. I’m just saying that we can talk about anything, and really get to know each other.
“I brought that CD,” she says and reaches into her jacket pocket. She pulls out two CDs, and hands the top one to me. Before I can thank her she keeps talking. “And I brought this one. It’s wicked bitchin. I don’t know if you’ll like it but ya might.” She hands it to me and on the cover is a girl with blonde frizzy hair, and she looks sad. That’s kind of how I feel right now. When did I get so emo?
“Thanks. I’ll listen to them tonight.” I put them down on one of the boxes and we get to work. I’m trying really hard to think of something to say but I can’t think of anything. Talking about those CDs will make it look like I’m just talking to kill the silence, and I don’t want her to think that. I really don’t want to talk about Tanner, and I don’t know how much she’ll tell me about Sam. The silence right now isn’t awkward, and I really don’t want that to change.
“Let me help you with that,” I hear her say. I don’t know why my mom thought it would be cool to put shelves up in here. It wouldn’t be so bad but my mom, like Faith, is taller than me, and I’m having trouble reaching the little statue on the very top one. I feel Faith’s breasts press against my back and her arm brushes against mine as she reaches up and grabs the statue.
Time stands still, and my heart rate triples. Her skin is so soft, at least the skin on her arm is really soft. I’m sure the rest of her is the same way. I can feel the little puffs of her breath on the back of my neck, and it makes a shiver run down my spine. I feel my face and neck get really hot and I know I’m flushed. I also feel some wetness start to grow in a place much farther south.
“Here,” she says and her voice is turning me on even more. I watch as she slowly brings her arm down with the statue in hand. I feel her move away from me and I slowly turn around. She didn’t move far though, and my nose is almost touching hers. Every time she inhales her breasts brush against mine. Her face is flushes and her pupils are dilated. She looks so fucking hot right now. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her.
“Buffy, I….” she starts to say but then she trails off. Her breath tickles my lips and I can’t help but lick them. I try as hard as I can not to blink as I stare into those dark chocolate orbs. I lean forward about a centimeter but I’m not even sure I moved at all. “Buffy I…we….” I’ve never heard Faith trip over her words like this. I slowly lift my hand up and gently move some of her hair away from her face and softly tuck it behind her ear. I can’t believe I’m about to kiss Faith.
At least I was about to kiss her until the doorbell rang two seconds ago. Faith jumps back like she was burned, and that little moment we had going is ruined. She doesn’t say anything as she walks across the room and starts packing again. Her breathing is a little labored so I know she felt that too. It doesn’t matter that the moment only lasted about forty-five seconds, we definitely had some kind of connection. It’s too bad we’ll never see where it would’ve gone. I’m glad it was ruined. Faith has a family, and kissing her might’ve ruined that. And like I said, I don’t want to be responsible for that. Now if I can only say that and mean it.
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