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Crazy for Feeling so Lonely
BtVS, Buffy/Faith, 443 words.
I wanted my girls to have their happy ending. 1 2

Dawn doesn’t miss a thing, and everyone around her knows it. In a weird way, Buffy’s proud of her- she would be an excellent watcher, but she’s always wanted better for her baby sister.

However, this was not about Buffy, or even a demon related thing. It was about Faith, and the girl in question knew it the moment Dawn burst into her room, an angry expression on her face.

“What the fuck is Spike doing here?”

“Don’t curse,” Faith muttered absently. Dawn promptly rolled her eyes at her, before she ungracefully fell onto Faith’s bed.

“Whatever. He doesn’t bother to tell us anything that’s happened- god, Angel, Cordy, Wes- they’re gone, and he knew, and he kept it from us. What gives him the right to waltz back into Buffy’s life like things are good? Why haven’t you done anything about it?”

“Dawn-“

“She loves you Faith. Please, don’t let her fall back to Spike. Not again.”
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“I love her. It has to count for something.”

Faith has Buffy laid out in front of her, practically at her fucking mercy, soft gasps escaping from her mouth, and all she can think about is Spike saying that. He’s been in love with her for almost a decade now, and it should count for something.

Buffy arches up as she comes, her head falling back, her hands gripping the sheets.. Her eyes are closed, and more than anything, Faith wants them open.

“I love you,” Buffy whispers in the darkness.

Faith is pretty damn sure that counts for something too. She tenderly bites the inside of Buffy’s thigh, and is rewarded with a laugh. She moves up a little, so she can rest her head on Buffy’s stomach.

“B?”

“Hmm?”

“Marry me.”

The room is silent for seconds, but they drag on. Faith’s breath catches in her throat, and she waits for Spike’s ghost to enter the room.

“Yes,” Buffy says, but it sounds more like a sob. Using all of her strength, she tugs Faith up so she can kiss her.

Faith closes her eyes, and glad the rings are in Spike’s jacket pocket know. Buffy would want to pick her own ring out.

“So, are we going dancing?” Faith asks, a hint of laughter in her voice. Buffy turns them over, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She’s happy, and that’s all Faith’s doing.

“Oh baby,” she says, her voice a breathy moan- but she starts to giggle, “I’m going to dance with you all night long.”

Faith laughs along with her, because if Buffy’s going to make a fool out of herself, she was going to be the one with her.