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Spring Break	By : freelancespice Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 2398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Spring Break
- 1
NC-17

Notes: This is #2 is my "Deviance From Joss’ World Into My Own Place of Happiness" (or, as I like to call it, DFJWIMOPoH) series, which began with "Pancakes".
"Spring Break"

-

Buffy didn’t even wait for the Jeep to come to a complete stop before she flung herself out the passenger side door into the Holiday Inn parking lot. She sprinted into the lobby, bypassed the elevator, took off up the six flights of stairs and down the hall to room 623. She knocked. No one answered. She knocked again. Nothing. A small slip of paper sticking out under the edge of the door caught her eye. Quickly grabbing it up off the floor, she opened it.

"B –

Ran to get ice. The machine on this floor is busted, so I gotta use the one on 5. Be back in a few.

- F"

Buffy noticed that in the upper right corner, Faith had written the time. In fact, it appeared that she had written it a few times. 9:32AM, 12:02PM and 3:47PM were all crossed out, leaving 6:17PM as the latest time of departure. Buffy checked her watch. 6:24. And it was at that time that the ice cube dropped down the back of her shirt.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she squealed.

"Not bad, but you’re really gonna have to work on that battle cry if you ever wanna be like Xena," mused the culprit from behind her.

Buffy turned to face Faith. "Very funny."

"I thought so." Faith unlocked the hotel room and opened the door.

Buffy stepped into the room. "So, why all the ice?"

"I haven’t seen you in five days and you want to know about the ice?" Faith teased.

"Uh… yep," Buffy replied, maintaining a straight face.

Faith set the ice bucket on the dresser and kept just as somber a face as Buffy. They engaged in a staring contest for the next thirty seconds until

Buffy finally smiled, "Come here, dammit." Faith grinned, stepping up to Buffy’s shorter frame. Buffy wrapped her arms around Faith’s neck and brought her lips up to the other slayer’s. "I did miss you, you know," Buffy breathed into the closeness. Their kiss was gentle, though it may have become less than had Joyce not chosen that time to arrive at room 623.

"I see you found the room, Buffy." Joyce lifted her suitcase onto the bed that didn’t appear to be slept in.

"Where’s mine?" Buffy inquired, knowing what the answer would be.

"In the car, where you left it," was the mom reply as Joyce handed Buffy the car keys.

Buffy looked to Faith. "Care to join me?"

"Nah, there’s a VH1 special on Menudo."

Buffy stuck her tongue out at Faith. Faith began to return the gesture, but stopped herself. "Fine, fine," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "I’ll go with you."

Buffy grabbed Faith’s hand and led her out into the hallway and down to the elevator. Faith pressed the Lobby button. The door slid shut. Faith smirked.

Buffy hoisted an eyebrow. "What?"

"Oh, nothin’."

"You’re up to something, I can tell."

"Me?" she asked, innocently, pulling Buffy closer.

"Yes, you. And don’t think you can woo me with your charisma and make me forget about it."
[Faith: Why would I try to woo her with "Charisma"? I can do it by myself, I don’t need her help. Buffy: I think she meant "charisma" as in "charm", not as in Carpenter. Faith: Oh. Yeah. Okay.]

"Damn. And that was my plan, too."

The elevator gave a "ding" and the doors opened to the lobby. They held each other’s eyes for a moment, then Buffy pulled Faith through the doors just as they began to close. As they exited the building and entered the parking lot, Buffy sighed again.

"What now?"

"Just you and your little secret." Buffy unlocked the Jeep hatch. "And the fact that we have to share hotel room with my mom for the next three days."

"Yeah, but after that we have the rest of the week - and the room – to ourselves."

Buffy pulled her suitcase out of the Jeep and handed it to Faith. "Yes, but until then, I have to sleep in a bed with you in a room with my mom."

"No one said you had to sleep in my bed."

Buffy shut the Jeep hatch. "And I’m sure you’d love it if I slept in Mom’s bed and left you all by yourself."

"Hey, I’ve been doing it for the last five nights, what’s another three gonna do?"

"It’s gonna make ME crazy."

-

The waiter stood over the table, pen in hand, giving the three women an expectant look.

"I’ll have the chicken… with a salad… with, um, bleu cheese… and a side of fries." Buffy closed her menu. "And a diet coke."

The waiter turned to Faith.

"I’ll, um, just have the soup. And a glass of water. And some hot tea." She glanced up from her menu to see Joyce and Buffy giving her questioning looks. "I, uh, ate earlier."

"Oh, okay, as long as that’s what you want," Joyce replied. "I’m going to have the club sandwich, mayo on the side, a salad with Italian dressing, on the side… and an iced tea."

Faith chuckled. "Hel-lo, Sally Albright."

The waiter gave them a nod and headed for the kitchen.

"So, everything is ready to go at the gallery, right?" Joyce asked Faith.

"Yep. There’s boxes and boxes of art with your name on them, literally," Faith replied, "There’s nothin’ to it but to do it."

"Good. Thanks for coming up here and getting that done, by the way."

"Hey, no prob, Mrs. S, you’re the boss."

-

Faith hurried into the bathroom stall, knowing that Buffy would probably be right behind her, because that’s the way she was. She locked the stall door and pulled the small bottle out of her cargo pants pocket. Unscrewing the cap, she leaned against the door and poured the liquid into her mouth. It burned like hell and tasted even worse. Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door open. Scrambling to get rid of the evidence, she swished the stuff around in her mouth and then spit it into the toilet, flushing it down.

"Faith?" Buffy’s voice echoed in the ladies’ room.

"Um, yeah?" she answered through the door.

"Are you okay?"

Shit, she’s gonna smell it on me. "Um, yeah." Faith hit her head against the stall wall. Knowing she was caught, she unlocked the door to Buffy, arms crossed with a concerned look on her face.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Uh…" the bottle slipped out of Faith’s hand and clattered on the tile floor.

Both rushed down to pick it up, but Buffy got to it first. She studied the label.

"I can explain, really… I was gonna tell you, but I…" Faith stammered.

"But you were so caught up in the antiseptic feeling? I was wondering if you had done it." She handed the, now empty, Listerine bottle back to the brunette.

"It was supposed to be a surprise."

"And when were you planning on telling me? Lemme see it." Faith complied, opening her mouth and stuck out her tongue, revealing a shiny silver ball in the middle of it. Buffy’s breathing suddenly became a bit more labored. "That is so…"

"Cool? Yeah, I like it."

"…hot." Buffy practically pounced on Faith, pushing her back into the stall, attacking Faith’s mouth with her own. She gently eased her tongue into the other slayer’s mouth, running it along Faith’s, taking in every aspect of this new, fun attribute. Finally, she broke away. "Is it sore?"

"Not anymore." Faith grinned. "Come on, we need to get back before your mom comes looking for us."

Buffy froze. "Holy shit."

"What? What’s wrong?"

"It’s bad enough having to share a room with my mom, but now I’m gonna have to do it knowing you have THAT."

Faith chuckled and put her arm around Buffy, "Come on, you."

-
"It figures, I finally get youL.A.L.A. and Dad goes away on business," Buffy complained, leaning on Faith’s arm.

Faith chuckled. "Don’t worry, B, I’ll meet him, eventually."

They strolled arm-in-arm, down Hollywood Boulevard, walking past a slew of shops selling everything from snow-globes to bondage supplies. They stopped in front of a shop window featuring a figure bound in leather, chains and spikes.

"Now there’s something you don’t see everyday," mused Buffy.

"Wanna go in?"

"Nah, that’s more Will’s style, I think."

They continued down the street. A man with a clipboard approached them. "Hey there! Interested in attending a free taping of a television show?"

Buffy looked interested. "What show?"

"Tonight, at six, there will be a taping of ‘Zoe, Duncan, Jack and Jane’ starring Selma Blai-"

Faith pulled Buffy away from the guy. "We don’t have time."

"Sorry!" Buffy apologized as Faith dragged her away. She turned to Faith.
"What was that all about?"

"Nothing. Sorry. That Selma chick just makes me feel funny."

"Oh. Well, you could have just said something… Oh, hey, look! Xena action figures!" Buffy ducked into a shop with Faith in tow.

-

"Okay, now, we’ve slayed things more terrifying… we can handle this…" Faith stated, grabbing Buffy’s hand.

Buffy nodded, giving Faith’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

So far, the wax museum had been freaky enough, but they knew the worst was to come as they slowly entered the horror section.

"You know," Faith began, "I’m more afraid that I’ll break something in self defen—"

"WOOOOOOO." The voice was coming from down the corridor.

Buffy buried her face in Faith’s shoulder. "Ihatethis. Ihatethis. Ihatethis."

A mummy swung down from above the door frame. Both slayers ran the other way, back to the safe part of the wax museum.

Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay, we’re vampire slayers."

"We can do this."

"Right."

"Right."

They both looked at the horror entrance. Neither of them moved.

After a moment, Faith spoke. "Okay, here’s the plan. Run. Don’t look at anything."

"Okay."

They clasped hands again and took off down the corridor. Keeping all eyes on the floor, they rounded the corner where a medieval knight dropped his axe in front of them.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Faith shrieked, stopping to avoid

colliding with the axe. Instead, Buffy collided with her, sending them both tumbling forward.

They sat on the floor, catching their breath. Then Buffy began to giggle.
"It’s not so bad from down here."

Faith began to giggle. "This is pathetic, you know."

"No one can know about this," Buffy replied, "The slayers afraid of the wax museum."

"On the other hand," Faith leaned closer to Buffy, "Fear does tend to make me feel…"

Buffy’s mouth was taken captive by Faith’s, neither of them caring that if they glanced behind them, they might see the Wolfman or Dracula. The blonde’s hands grabbed the sides of the other girl’s shirt, urging her to move closer. Buffy’s tongue met with Faith’s, still marveling at the feeling of the new piercing. She pulled Faith on top of her. Faith’s hands moved down Buffy’s sides. Their legs tangled together.

-

"And it would be in your best interests NOT to return to the Hollywood Wax Museum!" shouted the security guard, as he escorted the slayers out of the wax museum.

"God, you’d think he never saw two people havin’ a little fun before," Faith muttered, under her breath.

As they walked past the ticket booth, the ticket guy chuckled, giving them a "thumbs up". Buffy and Faith both gave him a confused look. The guy leaned back, revealing a small security screen.

Buffy slid her arm around Faith’s waist. "Now that we’ve been the main attraction, can we go?" she asked, quiety.

"Uh huh," Faith replied, giving the ticket guy a dirty look.

-

Buffy flopped down on the bed. Faith sat next to her and began unlacing her boots.

Buffy covered her head with a pillow. "Ihamemis."

"What?" Faith lifted the pillow up.

"I said, ‘I hate this.’ We’re so wound up, we almost had sex in a wax museum. With the Wolfman and Dracula."

Faith went back to her boots. "So… what do you propose we do about it?"

"I don’t know. That’s where the hating part comes in." Buffy put the pillow under her head.

Faith pulled off her boots and lay back on the bed. "Well, we are alone in a hotel room."

"Yeah, but my mom’s stuff is in here. And she’ll be back."

She turned on her side, facing Buffy. "Not for another hour. At least."

"I just can’t. Not while she’s here. It’s just… icky."

"It’s icky? B, we were getting down and dirty in a place where there’s an homage to Freddy Kreuger."

"Yeah, but he’s not my mom. As far as, I know."

"And besides, what about at home? When she’s in the house?" Faith placed her hand on Buffy’s stomach.

"It’s different. There’s many rooms between us and I can play loud music." Her hand found Faith’s and their fingers interlaced.

"Fine, fine. So, I guess we’ll just have to stick out these next two days. Or we could have sex in the elevator."

"We’ll see. But not now. It’s time for Xena."

-

Joyce zipped up her suitcase.

"Gee, Mom, it’s too bad that you have to back a day early." Buffy tried her best to sound serious. Faith caught her eyes and gave her a wink.

"Well, it’s all part of owning a gallery." There was a knock at the door. "That must be my ride."

"Who exactly are you riding back with, anyway?" Buffy asked, a bit concerned.

Faith opened the door.

"SURPRISE!" came the barrage of voices in the doorway. Faith blinked. Willow, Oz and Xander paraded into the room, all carrying luggage. Giles remained in the doorway.

"Mr. Giles had to pick up something down here and I thought it would be fun for all of you to spend your vacation together," explained Joyce. "And since the room is paid through the restthe the week and it’s a double, I told them they could stay here."

"Otherwise we’d be staying at Big Pop’s Econolodge," Oz stated, cool as ever.

"I’ve always wanted to come to Hollywood," piped up Willow. "Maybe we’ll see some stars!"

Faith rubbed her eyes. "I think I’m seeing stars."

"Okay, well, you kids behave." Joyce exited the room.

Giles gave the group a nod. "Have a good holiday." He shut the door.

Willow and Oz plunked their bags down on Joyce’s former bed. Xander set his duffel bag in the corner.

Buffy finally spoke. "Wait, where’s Xander gonna sleep?"

"Well, my first choice was to sleep between to slayers, but…"

There was another knock at the door. Faith grabbed the doorknob. "If this is the rest of the graduating class…" She opened the door.

A bellboy pushed a rollaway cot into the room. "One cot, for room 623." He nodded and exited, shutting the door behind him.

Xander pushed the cot into the corner. "As I was saying, first choice, slayers, second choice, uncomfy folding hotel cot. So, which is it?"

Buffy and Faith just stared at him.

Xander nodded. "Right. Cot."

"I need to get ice," y any announced. "Faith, help me, PLEASE."

"Okay, we’ll be here, settling in as hotel guests do," rambled Willow.

Faith grabbed the ice bucket, following Buffy out the door. They walked all the way to the elevator before either of them said anything.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Buffy shouted, as soon as the elevator doors shut.

Faith leaned against the wall of the elevator. "Oh, how I LOVE surprises."

Buffy put her head in her hands. "I know they all mean well, but this was our vacation…"

"Yeah… and there’s that whole thing where they don’t know about us."

"I think I speak for the both of us when I say ‘Grr. Arg.’"

The doors opened to the fifth floor. They stepped out of the elevator. Buffy headed down the left hallway.

Faith stood in front of the elevator for a second, "Um, hon, were are you going?"

Buffy stopped. "To the ice machine?" She turned around to see the ice machine on the other side of the elevator. "Oh." She trudged over to the machine. She opened the door and dug the scoop into the ice.

Faith held out the ice bucket. "Aw, c’mon, gloomy Gus. It’ll be okay."

Buffy dumped the ice into the bucket. "I know. And I knew they’d have to find out, eventually. It’s just complicated."

"Hey," Faith pushed Buffy’s hair back behind her ear, "We’ve talked about this. They’re your friends. They’ll deal. And if they don’t, screw them, you know?"

Buffy gave Faith a half-smile. "Yeah. It’s just tough. I want everyone to know how happy I am. I’m just afraid they’ll all freak out or something."

"Come on, B, these guys have been with you through demons from hell. I think they’ll take it okay, especially Willow and Xander. And you could probably tell Oz you have laser heat rays that shoot from your eyes and he wouldn’t blink."

Buffy let out a small laugh. "We’d better get back up there before they think we ran off to slay something and come looking for us."

They walked back to the elevator.

Faith pressed the up arrow. "Don’t stress about it, B. It’ll work out."

The s ops opened and they stepped inside.

Buffy pulled Faith into a hug. "How’d I end up with you?"

"Um, fate, I think."

The green eyes gazed into the pair of brown ones. "Remind me to thank fate sometime."

-

Xander sat Indian style on his cot, reading the TV Guide. Willow was unpacking her bag. Oz was lounging on the bed, flipping through the Gideon Bible. Faith and Buffy entered the room.

"So, you got ice?" Xander inquired.

"Yeah. Ice. We got it." Faith set the bucket on the dresser.

"So, what's the plan for today?" bubbled Willow, just excited to be in Hollywood.

Oz dumped the Bible back into the nightstand drawer. "I hear the wax museum is an experience."

"Sure is," muttered Faith, under her breath.

There's all kinds of stuff to do on the Boulevard. And I was thinking we could get something to eat," diverted Buffy.

"Oh, oh! Okay, what should I wear? Or should I buy some clothes. Money, I brought money!" yammered Willow.

Buffy put a hand on Willow's shoulder. "Whoa, Will, chill."

"Sorry, I'm just all crazy-like about being in Hollywood."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," quipped Xander.

-

The group posed in front of the Chinese Theater, quickly, and Wilsnapsnapped a picture. After letting Willow go camera crazy for a few minutes, Buffy herded the group across the street. Buffy and Faith positioned themselves at opposite ends of the group, as they always did with the Scooby gang, to avoid any "accidental touchage." They filed into the Hamburger Hamlet and waited for the hostess to help them.

"Well, this is quite the hubbub of Hollywood. Holy Harrison!" exclaimed Xander, spotting the huge Indiana Jones mural on the far wall.

Willow's camera flashed. Oz just bobbed his head and looked around the room. The hostess led them to a table. Willow and OZ ended up sitting across from each other, as did Buffy and Faith, with Xander heading up their end.

"If I can't sleep between ya, I'll have to settle with eating Between the slayers. Xander in the middle."

Faith arched an eyebrow. Oz arched an eyebrow. Buffy arched an eyebrow. Willow looked at the menu, oblivious.

Xander glanced around the table. "SO, what's the soup of the day?"

-

The waiter brought the food to the now hungry crowd. He distributed the food, setting the last dish in front of Xander "And, finally, the French dip."

"No, he's all American," snickered Faith, as Buffy kicked her under the table, giving her a Look.

Xander shrugged. "Hey. Mock all you want. Mockery only makes me stronger. Eventually, I'll be made King, by mockery default."

He raised his glass of Pepsi in a toast to himself.

"And it will be then, and only then, that I'll be on my knees before you," Faith replied.

Xander coughed, spitting Pepsi across the table. Buffy snickered. Faith bit into her burger. Willow wrinkled her nose.

Oz was impressed. "Impressive."

-

Willow stood up to head for the Ladies' Room. "I'm going to the... you know. Anybody else wanna go with me?" She glanced at Buffy and Faith.

Buffy hopped up. "Yeah."

As they headed for the restroom, Oz stroked his chin. "You know, that's one thing I don't get."

Faith leaned back in her chair. "What's that?"

"Why do they have to go in groups?"

Xander struck a thoughtful pose. "That, Oz, is a mystery to all mankind."

Faith just shrugged.

-

Willow tried her best to get the faucet to give her warm water, but it was no use. Buffy exited a stall and approached the other sink.

Suddenly, the blonde swore. "Shit!"

"What?"

"My bracelet just broke and it's in the drain. Dammit!"

"Oh no! Wait, which bracelet? A good one?"

Buffy gave the red-head a double take. "Who are you? Cordelia?"

"Sorry, I just meant 'which one is it?'"

Buffy focused her attention back on the drain. "The one I got for Christmas. The silver one."

"Oh. That one's nice. Who gave it to you anyway? Can I help?"

"Do you have a pencil or something on you? Faith gave it to me."

Willow dug into her purse, pulling out a stad yed yellow pencil #2 with teethmarks all over it. "Here. Faith? Gave you that?"

Buffy took the pencil and stuck it in the drain. "Thanks. And yeah."

"Oh, I get it. It's a slayer thing."

"Ummm... kinda. I got it!" Buffy pulled the bracelet out of the drain. "Thank goodness for grimy buildup." She gave the bracelet a thorough cleaning.

"Hey, mine didn't give me hot water," complained Willow, ae sae saw the steam rising from the sink.

Buffy dried the bracelet and put it in her pocket. "I'll have to get it fixed, I guess." She looked over at Willow. "Okay, there's something I have to tell you."

"There is? What?"

"It's kinda hard... but I need to tell you... I've been wanting to tell you... Faith and I are..."

"Not getting along? Oh, Buffy, it's okay. It'll work out, I'm sure."

"Um, no. We're, uh, in love."

"Really? With who?"

"Each other."

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"I know it probably seems weird."

"Weird? No. Weird was Xander and Cordelia. This is... nice. It works."

"So you're not freaked out?"

"Me? Buffemememember when there was evil me? I still think I'm a little gay. And it's good you've found someone. Especially after the whole thing with Ang- well, you know."

Buffy smiled. "Thanks, Will." She hugged her friend.

-

"No way!" Xander shook his head, "Plasticman's got nothing on Inspector Gadget."

"Gadget was a doofus, accomplishing missions due to his niece and her dog," debated Faith.

Oz scratched his eyebrow. "She does have a point."

Willow and Buffy returned to the table, taking their seats across from their respective loved ones.

Buffy felt better, having told Willow, but there was still Xander. She wasn't too worried about telling Oz. Faith was right, you could tell him anything and he'd just accept it. But with Xander, it was gonna be difficult. He'd gotten dumped by Cordy. He'd been seduced by a She-Mantis and a mummmy. He'd had a thing for her, and now she was with the Southie Slayer. This was gonna be tough.

-

Willow, Oz and Xander sleepily stumbled into the hotel room. They had spent the entire afternoon walking through Hollywood, and that on top of the long drive that morning, despite the fact that it was only 9:30, they were beat. Xander took off his jacket, unfolded the rollaway and collapsed onto the cot. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Willow disappeared into the bathroom. Oz, having had a)passed out from exhaustion in the past and b)people pass out from exhaustion in his presence, he knew what it was like. He pulled Xander's shoes off and placed them next to the bed. Then he went to the closet, taking out an extra blanket, and threw it over Xander.

Xander snuggled up under the blanket. "Night, Mom."

Oz chuckled, shaking his head, then got himself ready for bed.

Willow came out of the bathroom, face washed, teeth brushed, as always, and climbed into bed, next to Oz.

Buffy and Faith watched the entire scenario from the doorway, amused.

"They're so cute when they're sleeping," sighed Faith.

Buffy sniffed, "They grow up so fast."

"Well, I'm not ready to crash, just yet."

"Me neither. I kinda wanna go sit in the Jacuzzi for a e." e."

"That actually sounds like a very good idea."

They grabbed their suits and slipped into the bathroom to change, not that any of the other room's occupants would have noticed.

Buffy began to unbuckle her belt.

Faith looked at her for a second, then said, "Okay, no offense, but I'm gonna have to not be looking at you when you start taking your clothes off." She turned her back to Buffy.

Buffy looked confused for a brief moment, then understood. If they saw each other naked, they’d really be pushing it and the pressure was bad enough as it was. She turned her back to Faith. They changed in silence, trying to accomplish the task as quickly as possible to avoid as much temptation as possible. Faith tossed a glance at the mirror to see if Buffy was finished changing, only to catch a full view of Buffy’s full breasts as she pulled her suit up over them. Faith shut her eyes, tightly, then peeked at Buffy again. This time she was done.

Buffy tossed a towel at the back of Faith's head. "Ready?"

"Yep."

They ducked into the hallway. Faith suddenly caught the door, right before it latched and disappeared back into the room. She came back out a few seconds later, room key in hand.

"Oh yeah," Buffy whispered.

As they entered the elevator, Buffy immediately slipped her hand into Faith's. Faith pressed the Lobby button. She glanced down at their clasped hands and smiled. They just stood there, holding hands as the elevator descended. It was nice to be able to just be.

-

"We really need to get one of these." Faith leaned her head back on the side of the Jacuzzi.

Buffy looked wary. "I wonder how many kids have peed in here."

"All part of the charm. And they clean it. I think."

They'd better. Buffy settled into the water, across from Faith. "Go push the button for the bubbles, would you?"

"Who? Me?"

"No, the other slayer I'm in love with."

"Good. I don't wanna move."

"No?" Buffy shifted in the water.

Faith remained still, her eyes closed. Buffy shifted in the water again.

Suddenly, Faith jumped. "Okay, okay!" She got out of the spa, turned on the bubbles and hopped back in.

"Thank you."

"I didn't even know you knew how to do that."

Buffy smirked. She moved across the water until she was nose to nose with her slayer. She studied the brown eyes of the girl that had swept in to town and swept her off her feet.

"What's on your mind, slayer?"

"Remember what I said about thanking fate?" Buffy closed the gap between their open mouths, kissing Faith for the first time that day.

Faith leaned into Buffy, savoring the moment, and the taste of her slayer. Maintaining the kiss, Buffy pushed Faith back against the side of the spa. Buffy's hand slipped into the bottom of Faith's two-piece. Faith gasped, caught off guard by Buffy's actions, but she wasn't complaining. Her fingers dipped into Faith's folds.

Faith's body shuddered at the contact. "Buffy..." she breathed into the other girl's mouth.

"Shhhh..." Buffy began a stroking rhythm.

Faith whimpered. Buffy maintained her liplock on the brunette, who's breathing had rapidly increased. As she continued to caress her lover's most intimate point, she knew it wouldn't take long, because Faith was already beginning to gyrate against her.

Faith moaned again into Buffy's open mouth, "Buff... Buffy..."

She stroked harder and faster, until Faith's body went still. Buffy kissed her through the orgasm. When it passed, Buffy pulled her hand out of the bikini bottoms and finally broke the kiss. Faith leaned her head back on the edge of the Jacuzzi, breathing heavily. The bubbles shut off.

Faith looked at Buffy. "You're gonna have to get them yourself, this time."

Buffy grinned and kissed her slayer on the cheek.
-
Willow stepped out of the changing room and stepped in front of the mirror.

Faith nodded her approval. "Not bad."

Willow studied her reflection. She bore quite the resemblance to Faith in a pair of leather pants and a tight tank top. "The pants are pretty comfy, but is the shirt supposed to be this…"

"Alluring?"

"…Constrictive. Faith how do you breathe?"

"Come on, you look great. And if you wanna go clubbing, it’s a must."

Buffy entered the changing area. "How’s it comi- Holy god. Wow, Will."

It was day two of group fun. The group had decided to check out what Buffy called "Skanky Melrose", since this section of the street offered everything from wild clothes to drug paraphernalia to skateboards and accessories. And that’s where the boys were, looking at board gear, while the slayers took the hacker clothes shopping.

Faith eyed the dress that Buffy had in her hand as the blonde ducked into a changing room. Willow slipped back into her own changing room.

Buffy opened the door pulled Faith into the dressing room. "Zip me, please."

Faith obliged. She put her hands on Buffy’s shoulders and looked past Buffy to the image in the mirror. The dress was a basic pattern, deep purple with a deeper v-neckline. It was long enough to be tasteful, but short enough to let you know she had legs and knew how to use them.

She kissed the back of Buffy’s head. "I like it."

"Yeah? Good. I figured I could use a little something new for Bronzing." Buffy turned, facing Faith. "Okay, I need to change. Out."

Faith let out fake annoyed sigh backing out. She winked at Buffy as she shut the door.

-

"Turn here," directed Faith from the passenger seat.

"You’re sure we can all get into this place?" Xander inquired.

"Yeah, no sweat. I know the bouncer." Faith assured, "And as long as you’re dressed right, they don’t care. Okay, B, just park on this street when you find a space."

Buffy pulled the Jeep into an open spot on N. Robertson Blvd. The gang exited the vehicle, all decked out in leather pants an tank tops, the preferred attire for Club LeatherTank. Faith grabbed Buffy’s hand, who grabbed Willow’s, who grabbed Oz’s, who grabbed Xander’s, who seemed alarmed at first. But he didn’t have time to think about it, since Faith yanked the group past the line of LeatherTank hopefuls.

"Just what do you think you’re doing?" boomed the extremely large bouncer guy.

Faith stepped up. "Trying to sneak past the half-wit bouncer to get into the cool club."

"You’re always lookin’ for trouble, ain’t ya, girl?" The bouncer hugged her. "All right, go on in. And you can take your friends, as long as they behave."

"You got it, Reggie." Faith motioned for the group to go into the club. As they entered, Faith turned, to thank Reggie.

He just smiled and her and Buffy. "Take care of my girl," he said to the blonde.

Buffy smiled back. "Oh, I will."

The slayers entered the club.

"So, what’s your secret?" Buffy voiced over the music.

"Oh, I saved him from a horrible demonic death once."

"Oh. That’s nice."

Faith scanned the room, looking for the rest of the group. She found them sitting on a couch off to the side of the room, looking much like they did at the Bronze, except wearing leather pants and tank tops.

After a moment, Xander stood up. "I’m gonna go get something to drink." He scampered off to the drink bar.

Buffy looked over the LeatherTank crowd. Sure enough, everyone was dressed in leather pants and tank tops. But despite the "look-alike" dress code, there was an air of extreme diversity. Guys dancing with girls, girls dancing with girls, guys dancing with guys, it was definitely a mixed crowd.

Buffy pulled Faith to her feet. "I wanna dance."

They found a spot on the dance floor. After bouncing to the beat for a while, Willow and Oz suddenly appeared in between them.

"Hi. I just thought I’d tell you guys to look over there." Willow pointed off to the left.

"It seems that Xander may be more understanding about the two of you than you might think," stated Oz.

Buffy and Faith both looked over to where Willow was pointing.

Buffy was confused. "Because there’s a guy with a ‘Xena Rules’ tattoo?"

"That's not a guy. And I think they mean that over there, by the DJ booth," Faith redirected Buffy.

Buffy’s jaw hit the floor. "Oh, my god!" Xander was dancing, if you could call it dancing, with a bleached blonde guy.
-

Faith, Buffy, Willow and Oz all sat on the couch, sipping sodas, taking a breather, still talking about Xander.

Buffy shook her head. "I can’t believe it. I should have seen it, though."

Willow cleared her throat. They all looked up to see Xander coming their way. He was alone, for the moment.

Xander wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Okay. I just have to say something. But I have to tell you now."

Everyone leaned forward, listening.

Xander eyed the group. "They’re out of Cherry Coke." They all half-nodded. "And I’m gay."

" tht the way I’d expected it to happen, but original, nonetheless," Oz replied, coolly.

Willow jumped up and hugged her lifelong best friend. "I’m proud of you. And we already knew."

"I figured. Or else you’re psychic. You saw me dancing. That’s how you knew, right? Non of that," he wriggled his fingers in the air, "witchy stuff."

"We saw you dancing," Buffy spoke up.

"You’re not mad, are you, Buff? I know it’s a shock. I’m sorry if I was leading you on in any way."

"Xander. It’s okay. I was actually worried about telling you the same thing."

"Oh. Wait, what?"

Buffy put an arm around Faith. "Faith and I are a thing."

"You’re a thing?" He looked to Willow and Oz, "They’re a thing?"

Willow nodded.

The bleached blonde guy approached Xander, handing him a drink. "They fixed the Cherry Coke problem."

Xander took the drink. "Thanks. Um, everyone, this is Pacey."

Pacey waved at the group.

"That’s Willow and Oz. And that’s Buffy and Faith. They’re a thing. Okay, what are we all waiting for? Let’s dance!"

-

"Nothing? Not even a vibe? A teeny vibe?" questioned Xander.

Faith shook her head. "Nope."

Oz studied the mirror. It stretched from floor to ceiling in it’s elegantly simple wooden frame.

Xander stood in front of the mirror. "I thought you had super powers or something."

"I’m a slayer, I’m not psychic."

The trio stared into the mirror that stood next to the lower level elevators in the Roosevelt Hotel. The mirror was rumored to cast the reflection of Marilyn Monroe from time to time.

It had been two days since Xander had come out. And now that it was Friday, their last day in Hollywood, their respective "honeys" had sent them out to play while they arranged a "night to remember". They had spent a good part of the day celebrity ghost hunting.

Faith sighed, impatient. "I’m not getting anything."

"Me neither." Xander looked at his watch. "Hey, what do you know? It’s time to go back to the hotel."

"Maybe Marylin’s just shy," Oz mused, as they headed back up to the lobby.

If the group had turned to take one last look at the mirror, they might have seen the blonde in the white dress, giving them a wave goodbye.

-

Faith opened the door to room 623. "I still wanna know what they’re up to."

The three entered the room and took in what was waiting for them. Hanging in the doorway of the bathroom were three garment bags, two containing tuxedos and one with an elegant black dress.

Oz looked at the clothes. "I have a feeling we’re about to find out."

A POST-IT was stuck to the wall, next to the clothing. It read "GET DRESSED AND BE READY BY 6:30"

Xander checked his watch, again. "It’s 5:35. Today, people, today!"

They all snapped into action.

-

The clock changed to 6:29. Oz was helping Xander with his bow tie. Faith was checking her hair and makeup one last time. An envelope slipped under the door.

Faith picked it up and opened it. "Get your coats and go down to the lobby."

Xander tilted his head. "Coats?"

Faith slid the closet door open to reveal two black overcoats and a long coat that matched her dress.

Oz raised his eyebrows. "Coats."

They put the coats on and headed down to the lobby. When they got there, a man in a chauffeur’s uniform nodded to them and led them outside to a limo. He opened the door. They ducked inside to find Willow, Pacey and Buffy, all dressed up, with someplace to go. They shuffled around a moment, to get the couples paired correctly.

"This reminds me of that time you asked Buffy to the prom, only we ended up sending her with Cordy so that they’d stop fighting, but then they ended up being the targets of-" Willow stopped, realizing that Pacey wasn’t aware of the slayer situation, "-that Home Shopping Network scandal. Hey, you guys, and girl, look nice."

Xander leaned forward. "So what’s with all the Secret Squirrel stuff? Are we on our way to meet the foreign dignitaries we’re gonna later assassinate with our specialized skills?"

"You’ve figured it out." Buffy lowered her voice. "Faith and I will take care of the brute force while Will and Oz hack into the system. Meanwhile, you and Pacey will keep the rest of the dignitaries at bay with your sweeping sarcasm. Or maybe we’re just not telling."

Xander sit back in his seat, giving Pacey a pleading look.

Pacey held up his hands. "Hey, don’t get all puppy dog eyed on me. They made me swear. On my favorite Hawaiian shirt." He slipped his hand into Xander’s. "But don’t worry, it’ll be great."

-

The limo came to a stop. The chauffeur opened the door. They all stepped out in front of a very elegant looking restaurant. A doorman opened the door for them and they went inside.

The maitre d’ smiled. "Ah, yes. Summers’, party of six. Right this way."

He led them to a table. Faith pulled out Buffy’s chair. Buffy sat. Oz pulled out Willow’s chair. Pacey and Xander each pulled out a chair, then switched places, sitting in the chair the other had pulled out.

Oz gave them an impressed look. "Nice move. I was wondering how that would work."

-

The group enjoyed a nice dinner together, after figuring out what the menu really meant and which silverware was for what, both thanks to Willow. At the end of the meal, Buffy revealed that the meal and the clothes had been paid for by the art gallery that had put on Joyce’s show, as a thanks for all the work she had done.

"I need to find a job like that," Pacey stated. "What does your mom do again?"

Xander caught Willow’s eye and gave her the "He’s so cute!" look.

"She’s an art dealer. She has a gallery back in Sunnydale." Under the table, Buffy put a hand on Faith’s knee.

Pacey looked thoughtful. "Art. Hmmm… I could learn about art if it means getting free stuff."

"Dessert?" came a voice from outside the table.

-

The six of them sat in the limo, three of them waiting for any information from the other three. The limo stopped.

"Okay, everyone take off your shoes," Willow commanded.

"Both of them?" inquired Xander.

"Yes. The socks, too. I wanna see your cute feet," was Pacey’s reply.

The limo door opened and twelve bare feet made their way onto the sidewalk in front of the beach near the Santa Monica Pier.

"Two hours. Back here," Buffy notified the group.

"Everyone remember where we parked," added Xander.

The group broke off in two’s once they hit the edge of the water. Pacey and Xander headed one way, Faith and Buffy headed the other and Willow and Oz stopped to draw hearts in the sand.

The slayers strolled silently in the moonlight.

Faith glanced down and noticed something for the first time that night. "You got it fixed?"

Buffy held up the hand that was clasped with Faith’s. The silver bracelet reflected the moonlight. It wasn’t a full moon. They were still several days away from that, which was a good thing for Oz and Willow. The hands dropped back between them.

"This was nice, tonight." Buffy looked at Faith. "Being able to go out with everyone and not worry about anything."

"Yeah, it was. It’s nice not having to sit three people down from you." Faith smiled.

Buffy pulled Faith away from the water and back toward the street.

Faith gave her a puzzled look. "Where are we going?"

"To the limo."

"But you said two hours. Back there."

"That was for their limo."

"Their limo?"

Sure enough, there was another limo waiting for them on the street. Faith followed Buffy inside to find their shoes waiting for them. Buffy leaned over and kissed Faith’s furrowed eyebrows, then her nose, then her lips. "It’ll all make sense in about…" she checked the clock on the limo’s VCR, "12:00, 12:00, 12:00…"

Faith chuckled. "Whatever you’re up to, I know it’s worth the wait." She kissed Buffy’s hand. "You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that?"

Buffy blushed. She cleared her throat and looked her slayer in the eyes. "I love you, Faith."

Faith put her arms around the blonde. "I love you, too."

-

The limo came to a stop in front of the Holiday Inn lobby. The slayers headed into the hotel and up to their room. Buffy led Faith down the hallway to the room. She opened the door, pulling Faith inside. Faith’s eyes widened. The room was lit by several candles set up all around.

Buffy leaned back against the door. "Happy Birthday."

"But, it’s not my birthday."

"Is that a complaint?" teased Buffy.

Faith shook her head. "Um, no. No complaints here."

Buffy stepped forward. "Good." She pulled Faith into a kiss.

Faith kissed her back, then broke away. "Wait, what about everyone else? Are they coming ba-" She was rendered silent by the shorter slayer.

"Xander’s" Kiss. "with Pacey" Kiss. "Saying goodbye." Kiss. "Will and Oz" Kiss. "got their own room." Buffy ceased the lip contact and playfully traced the neckline of Faith’s dress with her finger, walking around behind Faith. "So, it’s just you… and me… and this room…" She slowly unzipped Faith’s dress.

"I see."

Buffy walked back in front of Faith, holding up her hair so Faith could access the zipper to her dress. Faith caught on immediately and pulled the zipper down. Buffy turned around, facing Faith. Both dresses hit the floor. Both slayers hit the bed. Their tongues engaged in mutual exploration of each other’s mouths. Buffy’s hands wandered the body beneath her.

Suddenly, Faith flipped Buffy onto her back. "You know I’ve been dying to know if this thing works." Faith flashed the stud in her tongue.

Buffy stopped breathing for a split second. She’d been dying to know, too. Their mouths met again. Hands unhooked bras and discarded them. Faith moved down Buffy’s body, kissing every inch, until she reached the top of Buffy’s black satin panties.

"Nice touch," Faith noted, as she slipped them off. She kissed the growing wetness between Buffy’s legs. She ran her hands along the other slayer’s thighs. Buffy was quivering with anticipation. Faith lightly ran her tongue along the outer folds. She looked up at Buffy’s face, whose eyes were radiating nothing but need. Maintaining the eye contact, Faith slid her tongue between the folds.

Buffy’s head hit the pillow as the feeling of the tongue with the metal stud ran across her most intimate point. "Ohmygod."

Faith smiled and continued. She lapped at the growing dampness. Her mouth latched onto Buffy’s peak of pleasure. Every time the piercing made contact, Buffy’s grip on the bed sheets grew tighter. Her body rocked to the rhythm of Faith’s tempo. As Buffy’s bucking increased, Faith slid a finger into the slayer.

"God, Faith…"
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