Date Night (9 page)

The Boston slayer smirked. “It ain't Christmas anymore, is it?” she retorted. “Plus, I figure the benefits of being naughty with you are far better than anything Santa could get me.”

“You certainly have a way with words,” Buffy quipped.

Faith bit her bottom lip. “Fuck,” she grunted. “That feels good.”

“And even more words,” came Buffy's strangled reply. “Do I even want to ask?” She clutched at the bottom of her desk chair.

The Boston girl's heavy breathing rattled the laptop speakers. “It's been a while for me,” she revealed, “so this shouldn't take very long.”

“Oh, God…” Buffy murmured aloud, mesmerized by the subtle movements of the Boston woman's upper torso. Anyone else would just believe that the Boston girl sat innocently at her desk, but Buffy was fully aware of what was going on beyond the camera's view. “I can only imagine how wet you are.”

Faith's eyes went wide and the slight movement of her right bicep stilled. “Uh, really?”

“I...I mean…uh…damn it,” the blonde cursed. “That wasn't supposed to be out loud.”

“`Cause you know, B...you don't exactly have to imagine,” Faith reminded the technology-inept slayer. “I can arrange that for you. This isn't like when we're on the phone.”

Buffy struggled to find her voice, but no words came out. She could only watch with mixed horror and fascination as Faith rearranged the webcam until the scene changed from Faith's pleasure-filled face to an unobstructed view of her naked sex.

The Californian's mouth dropped wide open. She wasn't sure how the younger slayer had positioned the webcam to achieve such an angle, but she was now afforded a view of Faith's lithe inner thighs, slightly spread apart. Her pussy was bare, minus a small, closely-cropped strip of dark pubic hair.

“So what do you think?” came Faith's voice from off-camera. “As wet as you imagined? Cause I've gotta feelin' the fun's only just beginning.”

Somehow, Buffy's own skirt had ridden high up her thighs. She slouched slightly in her desk chair, her thighs parted, and her left hand slid down her smooth abdomen until it reached the top of her bikini underwear.

“What do ya think, cutie?” the dark-haired girl prodded. “Want a private show or are you up for something a little more…reciprocal?”

The blonde chewed on her bottom lip. She glanced in her web-reflection. Nothing about her appearance, minus her current topless-ness suggested her hands were doing anything inappropriate. It wouldn't hurt to just…touch a little, would it?

As Buffy continued to gaze at the erotic view on her laptop screen, her hand began to move. The tips of her fingers ventured further under her panties until she felt her coarse pubic hair. While her pussy lips were shaved bare, she always kept a small patch of hair on her mons, to avoid looking prepubescent down there.

“Hey, Buffy?” Faith's voice purred from off-screen.

“Y-yes?” the blonde sputtered.

“Hand check,” the Boston girl teased.

Buffy hastily pulled her left hand out of her underwear. “Both right here!” she squeaked.

“Uh huh,” came the younger slayer's knowing reply. “You're awfully quiet over there.”

Buffy jumped when a sharp knock on the guest bedroom door startled her. “Buffy?” her sister's voice called. “Are you ever coming out of there? It's almost midnight,” the teenager whined. “You're missing out on the party.”

The Californian hastily grabbed her discarded top and pulled it over her head. “C-Coming, Dawn,” the blonde slayer replied loudly, her voice an octave higher than normal. “I'll be right out.”

The Boston girl chuckled at Buffy's frazzled reaction. She rearranged her webcam so her face was once again visible. “I feel like we're always getting interrupted right when it gets to the good stuff,” she complained.

Buffy's face felt hot and she hoped that Faith wouldn't be able to see the embarrassment on her face via the webcam.

“I-I should probably get going,” the California-born slayer sighed.

The dark-haired girl only nodded and gave a wistful smile to the elder woman.

Buffy stood up from her chair and smiled into the webcam. “Happy New Years, Faith,” she murmured softly.

Faith grinned in return. “Happy New Years, B.”

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Faith unlocked the front door of her apartment and heard the shrill ringing of her landline. Only a handful of people had the number, but she knew exactly who was calling her without having to look at the Caller ID. She hastily locked the deadbolt behind her and tromped into the kitchen.

Faith picked up the cordless phone with one swift motion and pressed the `Talk' button. “Nice timing, cutie,” the Boston woman grinned into the phone. “I just got in from slaying, and I've got all kindsa tension I need to work out.”

It was a week into the new year. The Boston girl hadn't heard from Buffy in that many days - not since their almost-adventurous web chat at least. Faith wasn't worried about their recent lack of communication, however. She knew the blonde would want to spend time with her friends and enjoy her time abroad, so she hadn't expected to hear from her until after the holiday.

The blonde had emailed her that morning though that she'd call as soon as she got back to Cleveland. She said she had something important to tell her; something she didn't want to reveal over email. The dark-haired girl was both eager and anxious to hear the Californian's voice again after their short time apart.

But instead of the Chosen One's familiar voice, the dark-haired woman heard a small, surprised cough at the other end of the line.

“Uh...is this Faith?” the voice asked.

The brunette slayer nearly dropped the phone. Whoops. Maybe she should have checked her Caller ID before purring into the receiver.

Faith cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah. This is Faith. Who's this?” she asked suspiciously, unable to immediately place the voice with a face.

“Hey,” the girl replied, “it's Kennedy.”

“Oh, hey brat,” the dark-haired girl breezed, her wariness quickly falling away. “Sorry about that,” she chuckled, raking her fingers through her hair. “Was expectin' a call from someone else.”

The young slayer snickered. “Yeah, I figured as much from the way you answered your phone,” she teased.

Faith laughed easily and threw her canvas bag of weapons onto the floor of her modest apartment. “So what's up, brat?” she chatted pleasantly. “Haven't heard from you in a while, yeah?”

“I know,” the younger slayer confirmed, “things have been pretty busy over here.”

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” Faith asked. She held the phone in the crook of her neck as she pulled her heavy boots off and tossed them across the room. “Must be mighty important to be calling from across the pond. Does Giles know you've got his credit card?” she joked.

“Just wanted to see if you were coming to the engagement party,” the young slayer prodded.

“Engagement? Oh man, don't tell me you and Red are getting' hitched,” the brunette woman snorted. “Better you than me, girl.”

Kennedy laughed on the other line. “Very funny, Faith. I'm sure Willow's not planning on trapping me in some hegemonic hetero-normative ceremony like that. She's too much about the Girlie Sapphic Lesbo Power for something so archaic as a wedding.”

“Heg-a-ma-wannic-what?” the Boston woman burst into laughter. She hopped up on the edge of the kitchen counter and her feet dangled above the floor. “You and the redhead have been spending
far
too much together, Ken,” Faith teased. “You're like
merging
into the same person. Like amoebas.”

“Whatevs,” Kennedy scoffed. “That's besides the point. Did you get your invite?” she asked eagerly. “Are you coming to the engagement party?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” the dark-haired slayer admitted.

Kennedy was silent on the other end of the telephone call for a few moments. “You didn't get an invite?” she finally asked.

“Haven't gotten any real mail in months,” Faith stated as she lazily picked at her cuticles. “Just junk mail.”

“I think it was just an evite. It must have just gotten lost or went to your SPAM folder,” the other brunette slayer reasoned. “I'm sure she'd want you there.”

The Boston woman's stomach suddenly dropped without warning. She clutched her phone tight in her grasp.
No.
It couldn't be.

“
Who
's getting married, Ken?” she demanded, her words strained with emotion.

“It's Buffy,” Kennedy revealed in a quiet voice. “Buffy's getting married.”

Suggested Listening: The Kooks - “Gap”

The Boston girl stood anxiously on the front stoop of the nondescript house. She rang the doorbell again and shoved her hands deeper into the pockets of her leather jacket. She could hear the sound of muffled laughter just before the front door swung wide open.

The blonde on the other side of the front entrance stared in wonder at the dark figure standing on her front porch. “Y-you…you came,” she stuttered.

Faith's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. “Well it's not a party until I show up, is it, B?”

Buffy took a step backwards. “Uh, c-come in,” she said hurriedly, her eyes looking everywhere but in the direction of the unexpected visitor.

The dark-haired slayer took a long stride into the house and stopped when she was just on the inside of the door. She looked around the nice-sized living room, appraising the guests and décor as Buffy shut the door behind her. The last time and only time she'd been here was when she showed up unexpectedly on Christmas Eve. And she hadn't really gotten a good look at the blonde slayer's home. She'd only gotten as far as the living room.

“Nice party, B,” she murmured her approval.

“Th-thanks,” Buffy stated nervously. “Can I, uh, take your coat?” The scent of Faith made her momentarily wobble in her high heels - a heady mix of tobacco, spice, and leather.

Faith continued to look around the room as she shrugged out of her jacket and handed it absentmindedly to the elder slayer, unaware of her swooning.

“So where is he?” the dark girl asked bluntly.

Buffy audibly swallowed and hung the jacket on a coat hook in the front foyer. “Who?”

The raven-haired woman turned her head slightly to gaze at the shorter slayer. “You know who I mean,” she said, her eyes flashing.

The Californian's eyes momentarily filled with fear. “Faith,” she said. “Please…don't.”

Faith gave the blonde a forced smile. “Don't worry, Princess,” she breathed. “I'm not here to cause a scene. Just wanna meet the dude, is all.”

Buffy raised a skeptical eyebrow, but she nodded towards the back of the house. “He's in the kitchen, I think.”

The Boston slayer left the blonde's side and began to make her way to the back half of the house, but not before her ears were assaulted with a shrill shriek.

“You came!”

A tall, gangly brunette threw herself at Faith's neck, wrapping her arms around the startled slayer. Faith gently pried the girl off of her and held her at arm's length.

“Hey, Squirt,” the dark girl smiled broadly when she finally put a face to the shriek. It felt like the first genuine smile on her lips since she'd originally heard the news about Buffy's engagement.

“I thought you weren't going to make it!” the teenager squealed, hopping slightly from one foot to the other.

Faith winced at the high-pitched sound. Teenage girls could make inhuman noises, and Dawn was no exception. “Well, here I am,” she stated grandly.

The tall teen grabbed onto Faith's arm and dragged her towards the kitchen. “C'mon,” she urged. “Kennedy and Willow will be super excited to see you, too. They came back from Scotland just for the wedding festivities,” Dawn eagerly babbled. “And I wanna show you Buffy's and my house. I can't believe you haven't come to visit us yet,” she lightly complained.

“Well, you know…been busy is all,” the Boston girl mumbled her excuse. She felt momentarily soured by the idea that Buffy had failed to mention her unannounced Christmas visit to her sister. But it shouldn't have surprised her, she realized. It was totally a Buffy thing to do.

Faith allowed herself to be dragged into the back kitchen, and she mentally observed the upgraded stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. The hardwood floors were scuff-free and gleamed under the recessed lighting. It seemed the Watcher's Council had spared no expense with housing the original Chosen One and her teenaged sister.

Not that her own apartment wasn't nice…it just wasn't so…suburban-looking.

Dawn and Faith found Kennedy and Willow intensely conversing in a corner of the kitchen near the double sink. Kennedy was leaning against the sink and Willow was talking animatedly with her hands.

“Look who I found!” Dawn announced cheerfully, interrupting the couple's discussion.

The Wicca and Slayer couple looked up and both broke into eager grins when they saw the Boston girl.

“You made it,” Kennedy cheered. She went in for a hug, but thinking better of it, opted for playfully slugging the Boston girl in the shoulder instead. “And here I thought you were going to make me suffer through all this wedding business on my own.”

Faith forced herself to smile pleasantly. “Well that would just be downright cruel.”

“Hey there, stranger,” the redheaded girl smiled over her oversized wine glass. “It's good to see you.”

The Boston slayer nodded at Willow. “You too, Red…er…Willow. How's Scotland life been treatin' ya?”

The witch looked momentarily thoughtful. “It's a nice change after living in the States all my life,” she noted. “The weather's a little disappointing compared to California, but there's just so much history there, that you can't help but love the place.”

“You should totally come visit!” Kennedy chirped excitedly. “There's like a pub on every corner!”

Willow chuckled at her girlfriend. “Yes,” she agreed. “Plus there's that.”

“Speaking of booze, “the dark-haired slayer smirked, “I'm still waitin' for someone to get me a beer.”

Kennedy's eyes went wide as though appalled that she'd been caught being a bad hostess - although it wasn't even her party. She excused herself and made her way toward the beverage table on Faith's behalf.