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Little Chocolate Covered Doughnuts	By : freelancespice Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3454 -:- 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-Little Chocolate Covered Doughnuts
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RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: The following characters are property of Joss Whedon, Warner Brothers, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy and anyone else with official paperwork. I do not own them, I just played with them for a while.

NOTES: This takes place right after the episode "Revelations".

"Little Chocolate Covered Doughnuts"

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Faith sat on the bed, exhausted and sore from the previous night's rough and tumble with the other slayer. She still couldn't believe she had been totally snowed by that imitation watcher woman. Trying to clear her mind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It didn't clear much. In her mind she saw Buffy, telling Faith that she could trust her and then her face falling when Faith had blown her off.

"Why do you keep pullin' the tough stuff, Faith?" she sighed to herself.

She shifted on the bed, wincing at the pain in her shoulder. But it was nothing compared to the heavy feeling in her heart.

-

Buffy pulled her coat tightly around her as she walked down Main Street. She didn't know why she'd chosen to wear a dress today, since it was so cold. Her thoughts drifted from her weather-blind fashion sense to the events of the past weeks.

Angel was back. It was nice thing, having him back, but nothing could ever be the same between them. She had drawn the line, knowing that they�d never be what they were before... before she had killed him. In the attempt to forget about the Angel situation for a while, her mind suddenly projected an image of her mother and her watcher from the chocolate bar incident.

"Ew! New thoughts... new thoughts..."

And then her mind shifted gears to thoughts of the new slayer. Now Faith was something to think about. Buffy still wasn't sure where she stood with her. At first she had been a bit wary of the way the new kid had waltzed into her life. Her watcher liked her, her friends loved her and her mom adored her.

"And what do I think of her?" Buffy asked herself.

But she already knew the answer.

-

Faith shuffled along the Revello Drive sidewalk, trying to figure out what she was doing.

"What am I gonna do? Knock on her door and tell her I'm in love with her? Good plan, Faith. She'll probably stake you."

At least then she'd have some peace. Images and thoughts of the other slayer had been invading her mind ever since she'd met her. She was jealous of Xander, Willow, Giles, even Cordelia, because they saw Buffy every day at school. Sure, they patrolled together and hung at the Bronze, but she always felt herself wanting just five more minutes. Just five more minutes to say what she was feeling.

She stopped, listening to the late autumn afternoon for any signs of rustling demons. It was already getting dark and she wasn't packing any stakes. She began walking again and breathed a sigh of relief when she reached Buffy's front walk.

-

Staring at the page, Buffy tried for the umpteenth time to understand poem.

"Why does he insists on comparing this poor girl to weather? Can't he just tell her she's pretty and get it over with? And why am I talking to my self? See, Shakespeare! You drive people to insanity!"

The doorbell rang. Buffy gave an immediate mental thanks to whoever it was at her door. Suddenly, the phone rang.

-

Faith stood on the porch, waiting for someone to answer the door.

Glancing at the driveway, she noticed that there was no car. Assuming no one was home, she turned to leave only to come face to face with a vampire.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, ducking as the vamp swung a right hook at her.

-

"Hey, Will, lemme call you back,eoneeone's at the door."

Buffy hung up the phone and headed for the front door. Upon opening it, to her excitement, she found Faith, however, she was engaged in a brawl with a member of the undead family. Buffy lunged at the vamp.

"What you do door to door shows, now?"

"Very--oof--funny," responded Faith, taking a blow to the stomach.

Buffy managed to give the vamp a couple of roundhouse kicks to the head before he flung her into the flowerbed. Faith delivered a combination of punches to the vamp's face until he sent her flailing into the flowerbed as well. He turned to move in on his prey. Buffy reached into the flowerbed, pulling out a small wooden planting stake. She glanced at Faith, who nodded, then dove for the vamp's feet, sending him to the ground. Buffy leapt on top of him, driving the stake into his non-beating heart and reducing him to dust.

"Well, that's always a refreshing homework break."

"Yeah. If I had homework to break from, I'm sure I'd feel the same," Faith retorted.

Buffy offered Faith her hand to help her up. Faith took it and rose to her feet. Buffy noticed that Faith's arm was hurting.

"Hey, are you all right?"

"Yeah. Sure. Owww."

"You sound like a perfect picture of health. That was sarcasm."

"I'll be fine, really," Faith protested, already melting under Buffy's compassion.

"Come on inside for a minute at least. I mean, you came here for something anyway, right? Or were you really planning to slay on my doorstep?"

Buffy hoped she was there for more than just a front yard slayage demonstration.

"I was actually coming to talk to you," she said, wanting to run, far, fast, away and not face whatever potential rejection was headed her way.

They went in the house, making sure to shut the door behind them as to avoid inviting in any unwanted guests.

Buffy led Faith into the kitchen.

"Let me get you some ice or something."

"Do you have any of those little chocolate covered doughnuts?"

"As a matter of fact..."

Buffy opened a cupboard and withdrew a box of little chocolate covered doughnuts. Faith brightened a bit.

"A woman after my own heart," she though to herself.

She took off her jacket, revealing a red and swollen shoulder.

"Oh wow, that's gotta smart. Do you want some ice for that?" asked Buffy, her voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, that'd be a good thing, actually."

Buffy presented Faith with a towel full of ice.

"I guess he tossed you pretty hard, huh?"

"He did. But it was already sore from last ni--" Faith stopped, not wanting to make Buffy feel bad about the night before.

"_I_ did that? Oh wow, I'm sorry."

"Hey, no biggie, you we're trying to do what you had to do. I'm the stupid one."

"You're not stupid. She had us all fooled."

It pained Buffy to see Faith being so hard on herself.

"Yeah, well..." Faith fumbled with the box of doughnuts.

Buffy felt the immediate need of a subject change.

"We have fried chicken. Do you want some fried chicken? You know slaying... makes you hungry and hor-- uh, well... chicken?"

Faith smiled. She also could feel her ears burning.

"I could use some chicken."

"Good."

Buffy busied herself with the chicken while Faith absently chewed on a little chocolate covered doughnut. Then she remembered why she was there.

"Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"About before... when you said that I could trust you..." she paused, tired of being tough, tired of being one sided, tired of playing emotionless slayer girl, "...thanks."

Buffy turned to look at Faith, "No problem."

"And I'm sorry I blew you off like I did. I haven't had a lot of experience with trust."

"I know what you mean. I've had bad trust experiences myself."

They were quiet for a moment, just looking at each other, studying each other, as if each was trying to figure the other out.

Faith spoke up, "Hey, I don't wanna keep you from the homework stuff."

She began to stand. Buffy motioned for her to sit back down.

"No, please... stay... eat." She set the plate of chicken in front of Faith.

"All right, all right..."

"Besides, I'm not getting anywhere with this assignment, anyway."

"What is it?"

"A poem. Or sonnet. One of those. Something that makes no sense whatsoever, but people think it's great."

"Ah."

Buffy grabbed her English book up off the kitchen table and set it on the counter next to Faith.

"That's the guilty party, right there," she muttered, pointing to the page.

"Oh! Shakespeare!"

"So, you've heard of him."

"Hey, Billy boy is awesome!"

"You... read Shakespeare?"

"Read it? No. Breathe it, live it, feel it... yes."

"So... the rough and tough slayer from Southie does literature."

'Yeah, well, gotta have an alter ego."

"Okay, Miss Literary Genius, let's have it. What's this thing about?"

"Oh, so you want me to do your homework _for_ you," Faith said, eyebrows raised, though she knew it was one of many things she knew she'd do for Buffy.

"Okay, don't think of it as _for_ me, but _with_ me."

Faith could feel herself blushing again as she suddenly had a thought of other things she'd like to do _with_ Buffy.

"Uh, okay," she began, "It's really best to take this stuff line by line... _Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?_"

She glanced at Buffy.

"See, I'm just getting nothing from that."

"All right let's skip the line-by-line and cut to the chase."

"Good thinking."

"He's saying that she's beautiful and that her beauty will never fade."

"So, she's hot."

"Right. But it's more than that. It's more about the fact that he finds her to be so beautiful, that he can't compare her to anything..."

They were standing shoulder to shoulder, leaning over the textbook.

"And he keeps trying to compare her to nature and stuff, but it's just not cutting it?"

"Exactly. He can't describe all the little things he loves about her because there's nothing remotely comparable."

Buffy looked up at Faith.

"The little things... like her eyes, the way they mirror her emotions so that no matter how hard she's trying to keep her feelings under wraps, her eyes give her away..."

Faith gazed into Buffy's eyes.

"Or the way she knows to set aside the stupid stuff to take care of the important things..."

"I guess I understand this more than I thought."

"Are we still talking about Shakesmph--"

Faith was silenced by the action Buffy's lips pressing against her own. The kiss was tentative, yet curious, then it broke, mutually.

"I guess not," Faith responded, to her own question.

"Um, wow," muttered Buffy.

"Wow is right."

"I've been wondering what it'd be like to do that."

"You? _I_ was the one who came over here to tell you--" Faith stopped herself.

"To tell me...?"

"That-I'm-falling-for-you," she mumbled quickly.

"For me?"

"You understood that?"

"Must be a sign."

"But what about Angel?"

"What about him? He's been dead to me for a while now and, yeah, it is weird having him back, but things are never gonna go back to the way they were. They can't. Besides, sometimes, you have to move on."

"One other question."

"Shoot."

"Can I kiss you, again?"

"Only if I get a turn."

Faith smiled at Buffy. They found each other's lips again, this time sure of what they wanted. Buffy's arms wrapped around Faith's neck, being careful of her shoulder while Faith slid her arms around the other girl's waist.

The kiss deepened.

The front door opened.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Joyce, as she entered the kitchen, her arms full of groceries, and spotted her daughter in the arms of another girl.

Buffy and Faith separated themselves in record time.

"Uh... mom.... I can... uh, explain..." Buffy stammered.

"What? There's nothing to explain!

"Mom, please..."

"I wish you had told me before, instead of letting me come home and find out! Now there's not enough to go around!"

"Mom, I... huh?"

Joyce began putting groceries away.

"I told you I was cooking stir-fry tonight. If I had known Faith was coming to dinner, I would have bought more. Fortunately, I think we might have something in the freezer. And what is this chicken? Eating before dinner?"

Faith began laughing hysterically. Joyce glanced at her then at Buffy and then shook her head.

"Teenagers. I'll never understand you. Now give me a hand and help me unload the car."

"Sure thing, Mrs. S," Faith nodded as she headed out to the car.

Buffy began to follow, but Joyce stopped her. Buffy froze.

"And about this kissing in my kitchen thing..."

"Mom, I ca--"

Joyce smiled.

"It's okay. Finding this out is easy compared to the Slayer thing. I'm just glad you've found someone _your_ age. And she's a good kid. I like her."

"Thanks mom."

"Hey, Mrs. S," Faith called out from behind a large armload of groceries, "Where do you want these?"

"On the counter's fine Faith. You like stir-fry?"

-

The three sat down to the dinner table.

"So..." Joyce began, trying to make conversation, "How long have you two been--"

"Not long, Mom," Buffy interjected, "It's a pretty new thing."

"Finally, something important in your life that I actually know about."

"Hey, Mrs. S., it's cool that you're down with this. Most moms would probably freak, major."
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