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btvs, buffy/faith, pg-13
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britfacexx. hope you like it darling, for it's two thirty in the morningness. i don't like it much, but it refused to be anything but.
Buffy is out the day Faith goes and buys the rings. The blonde is learning to do some type of dance that is only really remembered by some ancient demon and his students. According to Willow, he was on their side, so they had let him live. In return, he had offered to teach them to dance, but Buffy had been the only one to take the offer.
Faith wasn’t surprised. Almost eight years later, and she supposed she really can’t be. Buffy was Buffy, and she never changed.
The moment she steps outside of the jewelry store, Spike is in front of her, and on instinct, she lowers her body into a fighting stance. He laughs lowly, and takes out a cigarette. Faith can only raise an eyebrow.
“I vaguely remember you dying,” she says, and grabs the pack from out of his pocket.
“Twice now.”
::::
“Fuck, all of you? And you just decide to tell us now?” Faith asks, dropping her fork that has some sort of pasta wrapped around it. She doesn’t care- still not one for Italian food. There’s only one reason why she’s still in Rome, and she curls her fists around the rings.
“Wasn’t easy on me. Angel and I… Not exactly love- far from it, actually- but…”
“I know,” Faith interrupts, and she does. Long before she had ever loved Buffy, she had hated her, but knew that she was familiar all the same.
“I was going to ask B to marry me,” she says suddenly, and she hates how vulnerable she feels. In everyone’s eyes, she’s this bad ass Slayer, but she’s in love too, and wants to tell Spike that when the cigarette falls from his lips in shock.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that. You loved her too,” she snaps.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to feel all domestic about her,” Spike tells her, and Faith knows why he’s here. Honestly, she should have known.
“So, what? You figured that with Angel being dead that she would just fall into your arms, ignoring the fact that you never *told* her that you were back, or that you didn’t tell her the first man she had ever loved died, and has been dead for almost eight years? Real fucking bright.”
“I love her. It has too count for something.”
The smile on her face feels twisted, unnatural. She hasn’t smiled like this in awhile, but she knows it’s real. “Well, too bad love isn’t enough.”
:::
She knows it isn’t, and when she stumbles into the place she and Buffy have been living in for the last few years, all she can do is crawl into bed next to her. She’s softer now, from not slaying as often as she used too, and from eating better. Real women have curves, she thinks, and she has to resist the urge to laugh.
“Dinner got cold,” Buffy whispers, turning to face Faith.
“It’s okay,” Faith says, and pulls Buffy into her arms, “I already ate.”
She doesn’t tell Buffy about seeing Spike, and she won’t. He’ll find her tomorrow, and try to win her back whatever way he sees fit. He loves her, but love isn’t enough. It was never enough.
The rings were a dead weight in her pocket.
btvs, buffy/faith, pg-13
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britfacexx. hope you like it darling, for it's two thirty in the morningness. i don't like it much, but it refused to be anything but.Buffy is out the day Faith goes and buys the rings. The blonde is learning to do some type of dance that is only really remembered by some ancient demon and his students. According to Willow, he was on their side, so they had let him live. In return, he had offered to teach them to dance, but Buffy had been the only one to take the offer.
Faith wasn’t surprised. Almost eight years later, and she supposed she really can’t be. Buffy was Buffy, and she never changed.
The moment she steps outside of the jewelry store, Spike is in front of her, and on instinct, she lowers her body into a fighting stance. He laughs lowly, and takes out a cigarette. Faith can only raise an eyebrow.
“I vaguely remember you dying,” she says, and grabs the pack from out of his pocket.
“Twice now.”
::::
“Fuck, all of you? And you just decide to tell us now?” Faith asks, dropping her fork that has some sort of pasta wrapped around it. She doesn’t care- still not one for Italian food. There’s only one reason why she’s still in Rome, and she curls her fists around the rings.
“Wasn’t easy on me. Angel and I… Not exactly love- far from it, actually- but…”
“I know,” Faith interrupts, and she does. Long before she had ever loved Buffy, she had hated her, but knew that she was familiar all the same.
“I was going to ask B to marry me,” she says suddenly, and she hates how vulnerable she feels. In everyone’s eyes, she’s this bad ass Slayer, but she’s in love too, and wants to tell Spike that when the cigarette falls from his lips in shock.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that. You loved her too,” she snaps.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to feel all domestic about her,” Spike tells her, and Faith knows why he’s here. Honestly, she should have known.
“So, what? You figured that with Angel being dead that she would just fall into your arms, ignoring the fact that you never *told* her that you were back, or that you didn’t tell her the first man she had ever loved died, and has been dead for almost eight years? Real fucking bright.”
“I love her. It has too count for something.”
The smile on her face feels twisted, unnatural. She hasn’t smiled like this in awhile, but she knows it’s real. “Well, too bad love isn’t enough.”
:::
She knows it isn’t, and when she stumbles into the place she and Buffy have been living in for the last few years, all she can do is crawl into bed next to her. She’s softer now, from not slaying as often as she used too, and from eating better. Real women have curves, she thinks, and she has to resist the urge to laugh.
“Dinner got cold,” Buffy whispers, turning to face Faith.
“It’s okay,” Faith says, and pulls Buffy into her arms, “I already ate.”
She doesn’t tell Buffy about seeing Spike, and she won’t. He’ll find her tomorrow, and try to win her back whatever way he sees fit. He loves her, but love isn’t enough. It was never enough.
The rings were a dead weight in her pocket.
