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B.t.V.S. – First Kiss #8 – Fuffy 6
‘F-fuck!’ Faith gasped as she was brought to her climax by the blonde’s tongue. Her body was shaking as the woman climbed back up her body and laid down beside her.
‘Damn, I really got you going, didn’t I?’ The blonde asked.
‘Yeah.’ Faith whispered as she sat up and got out of bed. Her knees were weak after her orgasm, but she managed to keep her balance as she walked over to the other side of the room, grab her robe and threw it on.
Once again, Faith looked at the blonde she’d picked up earlier that evening and realized how much she looked like Buffy.
Fuck. I go out to pick up some random girl, fuck her senseless, just so I can forget about B for an hour. Then, figures, I pick up yet another girl who looks almost exactly like her. Get the hell outta my head, B!
‘Okay, I think you should leave now.’ Faith said casually, not betraying what was going on in her mind.
The blonde scoffed. ‘So what, that’s it? Just get some, then get gone?’
Faith smirked, remembering her motto before she’d met Buffy. It had been a lifetime ago since she’d first met Buffy Summers. Ten years, in fact. Ten years tomorrow. Faith had counted every single day since she’d met the blonde, and she now celebrated three anniversaries because of her.
Last month, on the tenth, was the ninth anniversary since the day she fell in love with her.
Tomorrow was the tenth anniversary of the day she actually met Buffy.
Then, ironically, the next day was the sixth anniversary of the day she would never see her again.
Six years since Buffy left. Faith remembered that day with vivid accuracy.
Buffy had been wearing a loose red blouse and blue jeans, as well as a black leather jacket Faith had given to her for her birthday two months before. Faith was dressed much the same, but her red blouse was actually a tight red T-shirt that left her belly exposed and revealed a substantial amount of cleavage, and she wore black leather pants, as opposed to Buffy’s blue jeans. Both of them were walking on the beach, barefooted, just talking. They had grown closer and closer for a while, to the point where they were almost as good of friends as Buffy and Willow were.
But Faith had almost always wanted more, and this was the day she told Buffy that.
Faith couldn’t remember what Buffy said, but it left them both laughing. Finally, Faith grew serious and looked Buffy in the eyes. Her eyes betrayed what Faith was actually feeling, and Buffy figured it out without having to be told, but Faith still had to say it.
‘Hey, B… I… I gotta tell you somethin’.’
‘Go… Go ahead.’ Buffy managed, though she knew exactly what Faith was going to say.
‘I… I, um… Well, we’ve been friends for a while.’
‘Four years.’ Buffy confirmed.
‘And, well, I’ve treasured every moment of it. If… If you hadn’t been there for me after I killed Finch… I don’t know, I might have ended up on the wrong side of a weapon aimed by one of the Scoobies. Um… I guess, you kinda saved my life, and I’m extremely grateful for it.’
‘Well, you’re welcome.’ Buffy smiled, thinking maybe she was wrong, but Faith continued.
‘Well, since then, we’ve grown closer. A lot closer. I mean… fuck, I’m no good at all this talkin’ about feelings crap.’ Faith grunted, looking away from Buffy, who waited patiently.
‘Fuck it.’ Faith growled, frustrated with herself. ‘I just gotta go for it. B… Buffy.’ Faith corrected. Now was no time to be using her nickname for Buffy. ‘Buffy, I… I’m… I’m in love with you.’
Faith finally looked up to meet Buffy’s eyes, which were welling up with tears.
‘Buffy?’ Faith asked, suddenly scared.
‘Faith… I… I can’t do this…’ Buffy said softly as she turned and started to run away, leaving Faith standing on the shore, all alone. And no violins played, signifying Faith’s loss and the despair in her heart. And no rain came, making the world feel as miserable as she did. And no clouds came, darkening the world to fit Faith’s mood.
The air was filled with the sounds of birds chirping, and waves sloshing up on the shore, and a warm breeze blowing. And the sun shone bright, leaving everyone, everything but Faith happy and joyful. And the sky was clear, blue, showing the delight the world was feeling at such a beautiful day.
But Faith was not feeling the mood of the world. She fell to her knees and hugged her stomach, trying to numb the pain that resonated in her gut, in her heart. The first scream was terrifying, the sound of a wounded a****l crying for its lost mate. They grew softer and softer as they each came after the previous one, but never lessening the pain.
Faith felt those same tears coming again as she looked at Not-Buffy lying naked on her bed, glaring at her in anger.
‘Yeah.’ Faith said, then wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffling as she said it again. ‘Yeah. That was all this was. Get some, get gone. You got some, so get gone, already. I’ve got things to do.’
‘Whoa, you alright?’
‘Just go!’ Faith screamed as she darted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
She slumped to the floor against the door and started sobbing into her hands.
Then, she heard the blonde speaking from the other side of the door.
‘Listen, I… I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘No, it’s… it’s alright. Just leave, please.’ Faith said, her voice cracking.
‘No it’s not. I pretty much just called you a whore. I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘No… That used to be my motto. I used to say it all the time. I didn’t care. I just, like you said, got some, got gone. I… I don’t take offense to it, ’cause it’s my motto now, too.’
‘Oh. Then who was she?’
‘What? Who?’
‘The girl who destroyed you.’
‘What makes you think a girl destroyed me?’
‘You’re gay, so that says girl. Plus, it’s written all over your face. At least, it was when I saw it a minute ago. So? Who was she?’
Faith chuckled, laughing at herself. ‘Her name was Buffy. Buffy Summers.’
‘What kind of name is Buffy?’
‘I don’t know. I asked that, too. But, it’s on her birth certificate. She showed me. Anyway, see that nightstand on the left side of the bed?’ Faith asked as she blew her nose.
‘Yeah?’
‘Look in the drawer.’ Faith ordered, and soon heard the sound of the drawer opening. ‘Take a couple out and read ’em if you want. I really don’t give a shit anymore.’
‘Whoa… these all have her name or the letter B on the envelopes.’
‘Yeah. Wrote ’em all to her. Never sent them. Hell, I don’t even know where to send them anymore. She’s definitely moved by now. I stay here, though. I guess I’m still hopin’ she’ll come back for me.’
‘What happened?’
‘We were friends.’ Faith started, unsure why she was telling all this to some girl she picked up in a bar. ‘I did somethin’ bad, she helped me get over it, and I fell for her. Big time. But I didn’t wanna jeopardize our friendship, so… Yeah. The oldest story in the book, I know. Only, I got over that. Decided I couldn’t live with never tellin’ her the truth. So I went for it one day. Took her to the beach, walked on the sand, barefoot. Nice day, not hot, not cold. Sun’s shining, waves sloshin’ up on the beach. Perfect, right? I don’t usually go for that kind of romantic crap, but she loved it. I thought maybe if I at least tried to show her how I felt before I actually told her, she wouldn’t freak out as badly. Then, I told her. And… she freaked. She just said she couldn’t deal, then ran away, leavin’ me standin’ all alone, falling apart. She never looked back, I didn’t look away, but we never saw each other again. That was six years ago two days from now. I haven’t seen or heard from her in nearly six fuckin’ years, and still any time I meet a girl I like, I realise she looks almost exactly like Buffy. So, I just gave up on actually trying to meet someone, and went back to my old habits, get some, and get gone. But even that… Every girl I fuck, they all, even you, look almost exactly like her. I never thought it would be possible for so many girls to look like her, but they all do. I never go for someone if they don’t look like her, no matter how fuckin’ hard I try.’
Faith started sobbing again, and she called out for the blonde to leave once again. She heard nothing for almost five minutes, probably the blonde getting dressed, then the door opened and closed, and Faith was alone again.
She wept for at least ten more minutes, but then heard a knock on the door, so she got up and walked into the main room. She threw herself on her bed and called out. ‘Go away!’
Another knock on the door sounded instantly, frantic.
‘I said go away!’ Faith called again, and the knock came again. Frustrated, Faith got up, walked over to the door and swung it open. ‘Leave me al-!’ Faith stopped as she saw who it was, then blacked out.
Her vision was fuzzy as she came to. Whoever had showed up had moved her back to her bed, and was now sitting on a chair beside her. At a first glance, Faith had thought it was… but no, it couldn’t be. Every girl Faith met now looked like her. Maybe one of them was trying to track her down and rekindle some romance.
‘Look, whoever you are, it’s not gonna work out between us. I told you when we broke up.’ Faith mumbled, still unable to see.
‘Well, since we were never actually together, I’m going to say you’re thinking of someone else.’ Faith heard Buffy say.
Great. Now I’m even hearin’ her voice.
‘Fuck.’ Faith said. ‘Look, I’m not interested in whatever you’re sellin’, I’m not lookin’ for a quick tumble in the sack, and I don’t date anymore, so whatever you’re here for, just leave. I’m not in any condition for visitors.’
‘Not even old friends?’ The voice was different.
Thank god I’m not hearin’ her anymore.
Faith’s eyes cleared up enough to see Willow sitting next to her.
‘There you are.’ The redhead said, and Faith felt the familiar disappointment and depression she always felt when she realised the girl next to her wasn’t Buffy. Just another reminder of her.
‘Don’t think I’m not grateful for the surprise visit, but what do you want?’
‘Well, I just wanted to tell you that I got a call this morning, thought you might want to know.’
‘Oh really? That’s fascinating. Don’t care, though.’
‘You will when I tell you it was Buffy.’ Faith froze, even her breath halted as she heard. Then, she tried to pass it off like she didn’t care.
‘Oh yeah? What’d B have to say?’
‘She’s coming back to Sunnydale.’
‘Oh yeah. Cool. Tell her to stop by, if she wants to.’ Faith choked up, trying to stay nonchalant, but unsuccessful. She teared up for the third time that day and whimpered as she thought about being so close to Buffy again, after all these years.
‘Actually, she said she tried to call you, but your number’s out of service.’
‘Yeah, got rid of it so I wouldn’t be tempted to call her. Last time we talked, didn’t go so well.’
‘Yeah, so I heard. I don’t know what you said, but she was freaking out when I saw her just before she left. Anyway, she said she wants you to meet her at the airport this evening. Eight o’ clock at Gate 8. She said for you to come alone. She doesn’t want any of us there, just you.’ Willow sounded hurt, but her eyes were sympathetic. ‘What did you say? If I can ask.’
‘I… I told her… I told her that I… I love her.’
‘Present tense.’ Willow noticed, and Faith nodded.
‘Yeah. I’m still in love with her. Every girl I meet looks like her, even if at first, I look specifically for everything that’s exactly the opposite of her. Short, dark hair, darker skin, even dated a black chick once, but no matter how hard I try, they all look like her.’
Willow nodded in understanding. ‘Well, Buffy specifically asked for you. The first thing she said to me, literally, was ‘I’m coming home. Have Faith meet me at Gate 8 at 8:00.’ Then she said for none of us to come with you, she wants to see you first. I’m gonna have the rest of the gang meet up at the Magic Box. Bring her there after you guys leave from the airport.’ Willow said, not letting Faith get in another word. She just left.
Buffy’s comin’ home, and she wants to see me first? Doesn’t make sense. Unless… No, Lehane. Don’t get your hopes up. Fuck. How am I gonna face her?
But it didn’t matter, Faith was already up and getting dressed, then out the door, then getting into her car and peeling out of the driveway.
7:50pm.
It was exactly two minutes since she last checked her watch. Still ten minutes to go before Buffy arrived. Faith sat back down to wait.
Impatient, she checked her watch. 7:51pm.
Faith waited for what felt like hours, then checked her watch again. 7:59pm.
One more minute and she’d see Buffy again for the first time in six years. Her watch beeped on the hour. 8:00pm. Faith jumped up and looked towards the gate. She saw a flash of blonde hair through the opening, but then lost her nerve. She couldn’t face Buffy, after all. She turned and ran for the front door.
Buffy saw Faith running, and her heart nearly stopped, until she decided to forget about collecting her bags and chased after the fleeing woman.
‘Faith!’ She called, but she didn’t turn. Buffy made it out the front door seconds after Faith and was about to jump and tackle her to the ground when Faith started to run across the road to get to her car, and a taxi slammed into her, sending her flying. Buffy screamed as Faith hit the ground, hard, and lay in the street, unmoving.
Every car in the road stopped as people got out to run over and check on the victim, even the cab driver.
‘Oh my god… She… She just ran out in front of me.’ The cab driver was muttering, unable to believe he just hit someone.
Buffy made it to Faith first, and picked her up so her head was in the blonde’s lap.
‘Faith!’ Buffy cried. ‘Come on, speak to me! Talk to me, Faith, talk to me! I didn’t get to tell you! Come on! Get up, Faith!’ Buffy was screaming as she pleaded with Faith.
‘Hey, man, I think that girl’s dead.’ One guy said from behind her, but Buffy didn’t hear him.
‘Faith, please! I love you! Please, Faith, I love you!’ Buffy hugged Faith close, begging her to wake up, though she knew she was gone. Weeping, Buffy leaned over and kissed Faith on the lips. She’d heard, in fairy tales, that true love’s first kiss could wake anyone from even the arms of death. Being the Hellmouth, it should work.
But it didn’t.
Faith was dead.
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