Their breathing is ragged. They're sweating. Their muscles are aching as they collapse to the ground.
"Fuck, but that's a good workout," Faith says.
"Yeah." Buffy tightens her ponytail, tosses her hair, and sticks her stake back in her bag.
"I think I'm still coughing up that last vamp," Faith complains, pounding her chest as she coughs and chomps on her gum. Is she ever not chewing gum? wonders Buffy idly.
"The undead should definitely not allow themselves to get obese," she agrees, stretching out a crick in her neck and pounding on it with the fist of her other hand. "That much dust's a public health hazard."
"Spoken like a true model citizen," Faith laughs derisively. "Here, let me get that for you."
"Get what?" Buffy starts, but then Faith is behind her, kneading her shoulders. A wave of relaxation rushes at her and her eyes roll back in her head.
Faith is breathing on her ear. The gum chews become a sort of soothing rhythm. "Ya know what's special about this feeling, B?" she says in a throaty voice. "We're the only two people in the world to get to experience it. You and me. That's it. Nobody else can share what you and I share." It makes Buffy shudder a little to hear her say it, and all the while the strong hands are working her shoulders, making her pliant and half-hypnotized. She nods mutely.
Then Faith's arms are around her in a backwards hug and the breath on her ear is even closer. Buffy's heart is racing. "Just you and me, B. Against the world."
"You mean the underworld," Buffy says, trying to lighten the mood, but as she turns to say it wet lips are suddenly on hers and that lump of gum is in her mouth, along with a slick tongue, and she doesn't even know what she's doing as she moans and shifts further into the other girl's embrace, hands finding her face and hair and falling into an eternity of endorphins and the smell of Faith's perfume, which is surprisingly floral, she realizes, and her breasts are pressed against Faith's and it all feels far too good, comforting, like she's being mothered somehow.
Then there's another demon in the shadows and they're running and fighting again. Buffy stares at Faith as she kicks at the vampire's chest and knocks him backward against a headstone.
"Just you and me, B," she says with a wink. Buffy knows then that she'll never tell anyone, that that stolen moment and others like it are, like everything else that comes with being a Slayer, something she can never share with the outside world.
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Date: 2008-03-16 08:20 pm (UTC)"Fuck, but that's a good workout," Faith says.
"Yeah." Buffy tightens her ponytail, tosses her hair, and sticks her stake back in her bag.
"I think I'm still coughing up that last vamp," Faith complains, pounding her chest as she coughs and chomps on her gum. Is she ever not chewing gum? wonders Buffy idly.
"The undead should definitely not allow themselves to get obese," she agrees, stretching out a crick in her neck and pounding on it with the fist of her other hand. "That much dust's a public health hazard."
"Spoken like a true model citizen," Faith laughs derisively. "Here, let me get that for you."
"Get what?" Buffy starts, but then Faith is behind her, kneading her shoulders. A wave of relaxation rushes at her and her eyes roll back in her head.
Faith is breathing on her ear. The gum chews become a sort of soothing rhythm. "Ya know what's special about this feeling, B?" she says in a throaty voice. "We're the only two people in the world to get to experience it. You and me. That's it. Nobody else can share what you and I share." It makes Buffy shudder a little to hear her say it, and all the while the strong hands are working her shoulders, making her pliant and half-hypnotized. She nods mutely.
Then Faith's arms are around her in a backwards hug and the breath on her ear is even closer. Buffy's heart is racing. "Just you and me, B. Against the world."
"You mean the underworld," Buffy says, trying to lighten the mood, but as she turns to say it wet lips are suddenly on hers and that lump of gum is in her mouth, along with a slick tongue, and she doesn't even know what she's doing as she moans and shifts further into the other girl's embrace, hands finding her face and hair and falling into an eternity of endorphins and the smell of Faith's perfume, which is surprisingly floral, she realizes, and her breasts are pressed against Faith's and it all feels far too good, comforting, like she's being mothered somehow.
Then there's another demon in the shadows and they're running and fighting again. Buffy stares at Faith as she kicks at the vampire's chest and knocks him backward against a headstone.
"Just you and me, B," she says with a wink. Buffy knows then that she'll never tell anyone, that that stolen moment and others like it are, like everything else that comes with being a Slayer, something she can never share with the outside world.
And somehow that's a comfort, too.