"…and…we kind of…See, there was this…she had…kissed…me…"

Xander’s eyes were wide open and focused on the woman in front of him. He had just taken a sip of his macchiato and choked as she completed her sentence before he could swallow properly. And still she sat, eyes darting around in an almost, but not quite shamed fashion. More nervous than anything, since she had preceded the conversation with the infamous: "We need to talk" line and had followed that up with "I can’t keep secrets from you."

He supposed he should be glad for that last part – the no secrets. He knew everything about her, and he meant everything about her. Literally every nook and cranky, and he especially liked the nooks, knew that she loved it when he liked them with the tip of his tongue before using the broad flat surface to…

He knew everything about her.

Except this.

"And…I…we…there was more of a…mutual kiss…both of us…I kissed her…back."

 He hadn’t been expecting this…from her. Surely from Faith, but never from Buffy. And that wasn’t even based on the fact that Faith was a ‘bad girl’ and Buffy was a relative saint on earth. It wasn’t even rooted in the fact that Buffy had sworn to him that she had never once cheated in any of her relationships…not even with Spike, she had told him that she’d want the same from her boyfriends, too. If either wanted something else, all that had to be done was to voice it. Buffy had said that she would happily go her own way, she could get somebody else. Xander winced at the bitterness in her tone when she had spoken about that knowing that it was still Riley relationship run-off even after all these years.

But here he sat. His blood was pounding in his ears and the only thing that was serving to cool himself down before he passed out from, what he would assume to be, lightheadedness brought about by intense shock, was the cool March air blowing through the awning covered portion of Sunnydale’s new Starbucks.

Xander couldn’t speak, just simply processing the information he had just been handed by his girlfriend…and even more intriguing, by Buffy. It was either every man’s fantasy come true or his worst nightmare, he couldn’t decide. But, if it were the former, he’d have to decide soon if it were, and then he would have to get himself a publishing deal because it had to be illegal for him to sit on this information without sharing it with the general male population. He’d call the book "Harris Luck: The Guide to Bedding Two Slayers", and you had better believe he’d be grinning like a mad man giving the double thumbs up for his cover photo.

"So you’re not going to come?" Buffy raised her eyebrows incredously at her best friend. She found it humorous that Willow would still cower from the Slayer, but, at the same time, managed to stand up to Buffy.

The Wicca shook her head, "I don’t really want to…"

"So," Buffy shrugged. "Life isn’t always about what you want, is it?"

Willow thought for a moment, "I guess not..."

"Good, then you’re coming…"

"BUT in terms of the voluntary fun having, it can be, and for me, it is. So you and Faith go have fun." The red head added before turning back to her work on the kitchen island in the Summers’ kitchen.

"Fine," the Slayer huffed and uncrossed her arms. Buffy intentionally fell into pout mode and slumped back against the wall making sure to groan exaggeratedly for effect.

Willow kept working, her brow furrowed in contemplation over the calculus problem in front of her. <Ignore me, huh?" the Slayer crowed mentally and pushed herself off the wall and flopped forward, covering her friend’s paper with her upper body with another groan.

This time Willow sat back with a sigh, "Buff…that’s not going to work."

Buffy pouted more at her friend and looked up at her through her eyelashes, throwing in a chin shake for extra pity points.

"Just cuz I told you I was gay doesn’t mean you can pull that with me. It only works with Giles and Xander."

Buffy rolled her eyes and let out a loud breath. "What kind of girls’ night only has two girls? It’s gonna be sucky."

Willow raised an eyebrow. "Believe me Buffy; if not for the two girls involved I would be all for sucky girls’ night…" The Slayer bit back and surprised laugh at her friend’s uncharacteristic comment, but Willow kept speaking. "But I’ve got tons of homework…and Faith…"

"What about Faith?" Buffy crossed her arms again. "She’s all reformed…and she needs support of friends. Giles told me so."

"Then you two go have fun. I’ll be sure to join in when I’m sure she’s not a psycho bitch anymore." Willow settled and punched some more numbers into her calculator.

"She hasn’t tried to kill any of us in forever." Buffy protested.

"She was in jail."

"Please Willow," the Slayer begged now. "I don’t want to go alone…"

"Why not?" she was hardly paying attention to the blond anymore.

Buffy thought for a moment, finally deciding to go for her last card. "I’m still a little wigged by her."

Willow raised her eyes and regarded her friend and Buffy continued sincerely.

"It’s just with everything that’s gone on. Me and Faith…we have so much beef, you know. And we’re both so capable of hurting each other, what with Angel…and now Xander…"

"Bullshit." Willow said firmly and went back to work, grinning at Buffy’s dejected sigh.

"It’s true!"

"You’re a pathetic lair. ‘What with Angel and now Xander…’" the witch imitated. "Even she knows better than to mess with your boyfriends now Buff." The Slayer rolled her eyes. "Why not just ask Xander to go, he’s say yes if you asked nicely," she grinned.

"It’s a girl’s night. Faith told me to ‘gather the girls for a night of reckless wild debauchery’, but then I realized that I’ve only got one girl to gather – and she’s not cooperating."

Willow shrugged, "Xander’s like one of the girls…"

"Yeah," Buffy said disbelievingly. "The girl who’s my BOYfriend and who humped Faith. Is that the girlfriend your talking about?"

"Well, as long as he keeps it in his pants all night, I think he’d make an acceptable substitute." Willow offered eyeing Buffy. "And I really don’t like Faith."

"Fine." Buffy resigned and headed towards the door. "See if I let you use my house as a quiet study zone when your roommate wants to party on a Wednesday night."

"You haven’t done that so far," the redhead tossed to her.

Buffy scowled at her, "Then I’ll just go out with me other friends. My independent from Willow friends."

"Just make Xander come." Willow said to Buffy’s back as she was making a slower than average retreat out of the room, probably to draw more sympathy.

"I did. He still said no." The Slayer mumbled loud enough for her friend to hear. If she wasn’t going to help her friend out, she would at least have to live with the bad mental image for the rest of the night. Buffy smiled to herself as she headed upstairs to change before Faith got there.

~*~*~*~

"C’mon Xan, please." Buffy begged, once again, as she walked around the kitchen while talking on the cordless phone. "You know you’re not busy…"

"C’mon Xan…" Dawn imitated her older sister as she ducked out of the way of Buffy’s path to the refrigerator, but not quick enough to dodge the Slayer’s play punch to her arm. Willow laughed at the display and closed her textbook. She saw Joyce come to the door to the room only to shake her head and continue her path to the living room. That was probably the right idea. The woman had moved to this town with two children, but had ended up feeding and housing four.

"Well what are you doing tonight?" Buffy huffed in a girly tone into the phone. "And don’t say ‘Uh not hanging out with you and Faith.’" She imitated him in a dumb sounding low pitched voice, but then giggled. "You do sound like that…"

Willow rolled her eyes and Dawn pretended to gag herself with her finger at her sister’s tone, but Buffy turned her back to them. "There’s so many people in this house," she pouted in complaint to Xander. "Can I?"

She must have liked the answer because she suddenly blushed and averted her face from the other occupants of the room. "Well I don’t know if I want to since you’re not cooperating."

Dawn slid onto the stool besides Willow and bit into the pizza she had gotten from the fridge. "Oh Xander," she cooed loud enough for Buffy to hear her. "Can I please sleep at your place? I know I don’t have anything to offer you but you can play with my boobs as muc…" She was cut off by the oven mitt that hit her square in the face, and scowled at her sister’s glare before Buffy turned and walked into the living room.

The Slayer wasn’t paying attention as she walked haphazardly with her eyes closed. "But I don’t have anything to sleep in there," her intentional girl voice kicked in again. Buffy bit her lip and smiled into the phone. "Black leather pants and this tie up halter to thing," she said suggestively. "Sorta crimson…backless."

"You’re wearing that outside?" Joyce questioned finally after hearing, what she thought was too much of the conversation, and Buffy’s eyes snapped open in surprise.

"I gotta go Xander," she said quieter and in a normal speaking tone into the phone. "I’ll call you from the club." She waited for a moment under her mother’s gaze. "Yeah, I know…Yeah…you too." Buffy’s face lit up again and Joyce couldn’t help but shake her head at the pure giddiness that the act exuded. "Love you too, Xan. K, bye." She said quickly and pushed end on the phone.

Joyce regarded her daughter with raised eyebrows. "So, leather pants and tie up shirt. Where are you headed to tonight?"

Buffy sighed at the motherly comment. "Bronze with Faith," she said simply. "Does it look bad?" the Slayer was suddenly self conscious.

Her mother shrugged and turned back to the television. "You look so good you could charge," she smirked without looking directly at her.

"Mom!" Buffy said loudly with a hurt expression.

"Good one Joyce," Willow commented walking from behind Buffy into the room.

"You’re supposed to be on my side, Wills!"

"It was," her friend defended. "I mean, you’re going to the Bronze, not Sunset."

Buffy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of herself, about to speak, but was beaten by Dawn. "She’s just got to prove herself against Faith. A game of hoeish one-up-manship, if you will."

Buffy opened her mouth again, but shut it quickly, thankful the doorbell had rang. "I don’t have to prove anything to anybody." She said quickly over her shoulder as she turned to answer the door.

"B!" the occupants of the room heard the bright, uncharacteristic greeting from the dark slayer. "You look good. Not me, but good all the same."

"You don’t look bad yourself," Buffy commented in kind, noting the almost matching outfit that Faith had on, only the other woman’s was more leather, and led her to the living room. "Faith, you know everybody," she prompted.

"Wow," the brunette slayer looked around the room, "Gang’s all here. I mean, if Harris and G-man had showed I could get all my apologies out now."

Dawn laughed nervously, "Yeah, well you can never say you’re sorry enough for attempted murder."

"Dawn." Joyce warned. "Faith. It’s nice to see you back. You look better."

"I feel better," Faith smiled warmly. "Thanks. Red…"

"Hmmm?" Willow squeaked out with wide eyes after being stirred from her silence.

Faith hesitated, unsure of what exactly to say to any of these people. She wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her either, if she were them. "You’re not coming with us? Tear up the town?" she shimmed a little in front of Buffy’s family.

"Nah," Willow shook her head vigorously. "I’ve got an early class…"

"X-man too, huh?" she looked towards Buffy.

"Ummmm, no…" Buffy filled in. "Xander actually doesn’t go to school with us."

Faith raised her eyebrows, "Get out. He gave up on his education like true white trash…I knew we were one in the same."

Buffy’s jaw set at her comment, but Faith kept talking. "Lets swing by his parents and get him. It’ll be like old times."

"He’s busy." Buffy bit out and Faith deflated, "And he lives in an apartment that’s completely opposite from the direction of the Bronze, so…"

"No he doesn’t." Dawn interrupted with a furrowed brow. "He lives like down…"

Willow smiled brightly as she clamped her hand over the younger Summers’ mouth. "Down town…the other one. Not the one where the Bronze is." She tried feebly to cover.

"Alright…" Faith sounded confused. "Well lets head then B." Buffy jumped, as did the rest of the room when the loud sound of Faith slapping her on the ass echoed through the room just before the other Slayer turned non-chalantly towards the door. "See you guys later," she called even though she was out of sight.

"OK," Buffy breathed still with wide eyes. "I’ll see you guys later."

"Bye, Honey." Joyce called after her, still confused over the whole situation.

"Ten bucks says that we have to bail Buffy and Killer, there out by two." Dawn rolled her eyes and turned back to the TV.

"And you liked it?" Xander finally managed to sputter out, his five dollar coffee now forgotten.

"I…it…I had never…it was different."

"Better?"

Better than what?" Buffy looked down at the table.

"Better than guys…me…"

"I’m not gay." Buffy said suddenly, momentarily meeting his eyes, "If you think that…"

"No," Xander sat back defensively, "I wasn’t saying…but you did, didn’t you?"

"So you and Xander, huh?" Faith asked with raised eyebrows as she downed another shot. "I’d have never guessed."

Buffy stirred her pina colada slowly, her eyes darting around the crowded club. So crowded, she guessed, that they didn’t have time to card, because she was working on her third drink, not to mention all the shots Faith had brought. "Yeah," she smiled a little, "Who’d’ve guessed. Me and Xander…"

"So…" Faith leaned in conpictiously. "I guess you can’t answer my ‘Have you ever had sex with Xander’ question the same anymore, huh?"

Buffy blushed and took another long sip of her drink, finishing it off and raising her hand for another one.

"Why don’t you try a couple of these?" the other Slayer suggested ordering more shots to the table. "Those chick drinks are for pussies."

Buffy scrunched her brow up and looked at the table and the waiter brought over their drinks. "C’mon," Faith pressed, "Just try one."

"I’ve got to go home tonight. My mom doesn’t like her under aged daughter stumbling in after drunkenly midnight."

"Well, then just go to Xander’s," Faith taunted. Buffy glared at her and reached for a shot, downing it quickly before squeezing her lips together in an attempt to keep a straight face.

Faith laughed out loud and slid her another one. "You don’t drink, do you?"

"I drink," Buffy pouted and took the other shot to prove her point. This time, however, she used her colada as a chaser, and it went down smoother.

Faith nodded and sat back in her seat, "Then what was that you just shot?"

Buffy thought for a moment before settling on her answer, "Ass juice."

Both Buffy and Faith started laughing before downing a couple more shots, and Buffy noticed that they didn’t taste so bad anymore.

~*~*~*~

Faith was practically rolling as she led, a very drunk Buffy Summers back to the table by the waistband of her pants, a connection that Buffy didn’t seem to mind. "So," she breathed out, letting Buffy go with a slight push that sent her collapsing back into the couch cushions with a loud laugh. "You’re not pissed about missing out on your dick tonight to hang out with the likes of me?"

Buffy tried to keep a straight face. "Believe me, I didn’t miss annnyyything. Everyday at hish luch…lunh…that food thing," she settled, "He comes to the dorms for lots of fast sex."

"Get out!!" Faith howled. "Everyday?"

Buffy nodded with a distant smirk on her face, seeming to enjoy whatever she was thinking about.

"So he’s better, now?" the brunette pressed.

Buffy opened one eye and looked at her sister Slayer. "I dunno…I didn’t have it before now to make comparisons."

"Alright, Giles." Faith smirked. "Is it good then."

Buffy’s, once again blissful grin, was a prelude to her response. "The absolute best…I mean…"

"What?" Faith asked scooting closer.

Buffy turned finding her face much closer to the other girls than it had been before, and she, despite the dizziness, was sure it wasn’t the alcohol playing tricks on her eyes. Faith was sitting practically on her lap. The blond looked the other girl straight in the eyes and licked her lips before speaking, trying to find her words through her haze. "He’s a really good fuck."

Faith had watched Buffy’s tongue dart out, and, not for the first time had the overwhelming urge to suck on it. There was something about her, and then she said the word ‘fuck’ and Faith almost gave up her internal battle and went in…almost. She did choose, however, to inch a little bit closer, just to test her companion out a little bit more. Buffy had to notice how close they were, but yet she hadn’t moved. The raven haired Slayer was glad that Buffy was the only one who seemed willing to hang out with her al of the sudden, because had Willow, or Xander been there, she would not have been able to organize this situation so expertly…and Buffy had fallen for the drinking challenge much more easily that she ever would have thought. <Repressed,> Faith shook her head internally.

"Never heard you say that before," she breathed out onto Buffy’s face.

"Say what?" the older Slayer tried to focus on the voice that was speaking to her and not to the thumping of the bass around her.

"Fuck."

Buffy laughed, not quiet nervously, but more incoherently. "I say a bunch of stuff all the time…"

"Like what?" Faith pressed, still leaning in, involuntarily pushing Buffy back into the cushions with her movement.

"About what?" they had locked eyes. Faith knew Buffy had this weird desire to beat her…to her better than her, and thus, everything between them was always, and would probably always be a challenge to see who could hold out the longest. An eternal pissing contest.

"About Xander." She suggested with a naughty smirk in place, her dark eyes darting back and forth between Buffy eyes and mouth before searching her face. Faith moved her hands to the seat cushions at Buffy’s sides and kept their faces as close as possible without actually touching.

"Hmmm," Buffy swallowed, her heart beating in her hears as she, through her stupor, debated on how much longer she could play this game with Faith before the other girl was on her. She didn’t want to lose and it was obvious that Faith was determined to see how far she would let her get. "Like…I love sucking his cock."

Faith laughed quietly.

"I love riding him…"

"Tell me about it," she said with raised eyebrows. "But sometimes," she paused and let out a squeaky breath before continuing in a whisper. "Don’t you just want him to stop being so goddamned lazy and get on top?"

Buffy laughed this time. "Sometimes…"

"Or to fuck you from behind?"

Buffy’s breath hutched in her throat at the thought and, for the first time tat night, she felt a throb between her legs. Listening to Faith talk about Xander…talk about him fucking her was making her yearn for that – it was getting her wet, and she couldn’t contain the groan. "Yeah, I like that, too." She licked her suddenly dry lips.

"You’re thinking about it right now aren’t you?" Faith asked, leaning in again, her lips no grazing the other Slayers, ignoring everybody else in the club while she grinned to herself. "Thinking about him sliding his dick into you…how that feels."

Buffy’s breath was erratic, but she pulled away from Faith, their positions making that a difficult feat. "Why are you sitting so close?" she husked out in a moment of sobriety.

Faith leaned in further, "You know why."

She didn’t wait for a response before she tilted her head and pressed her lips to Buffy’s, feeling for the first time the pillowy warmth that she had been thinking about since they – well, since Buffy – was in high school and they would go on patrol together. And for a brief moment of shock that cut through the warmth, she was aware that Buffy hadn’t pulled away.

Buffy eventually, and actually quiet calmly despite her internal uprising leant away from Faith, breaking off the chaste contact. "Was that what you wanted?" she asked quietly.

"Maybe that," Faith shrugged and lifted her right hand, bringing it to Buffy’s face and brushing some of her loose hair out of the way. "Maybe more…"

"Don’t know how much more…" She was cut off when Faith leaned in again, this time open mouthed and covered her lips completely with her own, her raised hand trapping Buffy’s head in place. But was it a trap? Buffy knew she could get away, how far would be the question. She was light headed and now she had a lack of oxygen and…Faith’s tongue and in her mouth…

Buffy gulped as the other girls tongue rubbed slowly against her own, slowly, but with a fierce determination. It was new, and she shouldn’t be doing this…but she thrust her in, wrestling hard with the other Slayer’s. Buffy forgot why exactly she hadn’t punched her in the face and stormed out yet, couldn’t pinpoint why she was kissing her like she kissed…

"Xander," Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she pulled away, but was still unable to back completely out of Faith’s grasp. The dark haired girl laughed and went in for another kiss that Buffy forgot to pull back from yet again, both moaning as they leaned into the others touch, Buffy’s hand now gripping the back of Faith’s neck in a stern hold as they slanted against each other’s lips to the fast beat of the music.

"You’re right," Faith said breathlessly when she pulled away after a few moments and let her hand drop from Buffy’s face and trail slowly down the side if her neck and purposely over the side of her breast before entwining their fingers with a grin as Buffy opened her eyes again slowly. "We should tape this for him…"

"DID YOU?!?!?!"

Buffy looked at him embarrassed with wide eyes, and Xander reminded himself to calm down. "Did you?" he asked again, hoping that it sounded cooler. He wanted to be upset. Part of his was – Buffy had cheated on him. Just because it didn’t involve a penis didn’t make it right. But it was Faith…Buffy and Faith…

"You have some drool," Buffy pointed out, almost upset that he was taking this so well. She didn’t want him to yell at her, or, God forbid, break up with her, but some negative emotion over the indiscretion would be nice. But no…she forgot that he was a guy, and therefore genetically programmed to want women to start randomly making out with each other.

Xander swiped his hand over his mouth before speaking, "I think…I…I can forgive you. I mean, I…I don’t know what to say, and I don’t know why I can chalk this up to as a bygone, but…"

"There’s more."

"More?" he squeaked out.

A fast song had just ended and they had made their way back off of the sweaty dance floor for the comfort of their table. They hadn’t made it though…in fact they had just bailed on the whole club scene all together.

In fact, currently, and despite the openness of the location, they were in the alley behind the Bronze trying out this new aspect of their relationship. And, Buffy had finally settled and adjusted to the feel of Faith’s hands on her ass, her fingers probing lower every so often to push against the tight leather covering her core, and it wasn’t all that bad. It was actually kind of nice…gentle even, surpassing Xander’s softest kisses she thought as she let her hands roam up Faith’s sides until she could cup her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Faith pulled away with a whimper and let her head fall back against the wall she was pressed against before pushing Buffy away from her with a stumbling step. "I think you like this too much," she laughed and laughed as Buffy tried to regain her bearings.

"You started it." She shot back still feeling a little buzzed.

"You want to finish it?"

Buffy regarded her with disbelief and judged that she seemed to be completely serious. "Meaning?" she asked despite herself. This girl had a lot of nerve. First she tries to kill them all repeatedly, then she tries to steal her body, and now she has the audacity to hit on her, damn near making her a lesbian in public, knowing that she was in a relationship. A committed relationship.

Faith swayed slowly towards her, but then side stepped the other Slayer on the way out of the alley. "You know that thing I do with my tongue?" she sing-songed.

Buffy swallowed. The swirly thrust thing followed by the roll… That’s where Xander got that from.

"I can do that in more than one situation." The rogue Slayer tossed over her shoulder without stopping. She didn’t need to; she could hear Buffy’s boots as she walked behind her. "We can go back to my new place…"

Xander swallowed deeply. She had cheated on him. He had opted to not have uncomfortable fun with his girlfriend and Faith and the dark Slayer had managed to one-up him relationship wise. He didn’t even have any clue that Buffy was into that type of thing, but apparently, he didn’t know her as well as he thought.

He couldn’t help the hurt tone that crept into his voice. "So you went back to her place?

I mean, come on Buffy. I can forgive the kissing, but…"

Buffy sat up straighter, her voce pleading with him. "That’s why I’m telling you. You deserve to know."

"Are you telling me because this is what you want now, or…"

"No," Buffy denied vehemently. "I want you…I just…it was the moment…"

"Ughhhhh…GOD…ohgod…"

Faith had her. She had won, but she had to admit that she hadn’t expected Buffy to give in so completely. She refocused on what she was doing and palmed her right breast, massaging it in a circular pattern before pinching her nipple lightly. Her hands slid easily over the other Slayer’s taut skin that was slick with sweat and her own saliva as she had spent about twenty minutes licking and sucking on them.

But she had since moved down and now had her lips firmly fastened around her clit and was scrapping her teeth against it. Buffy’s back arched off the bed under Faith’s tongue work and her hands were clamped to the pillow behind her head as she rocked into her mouth.

She hadn’t been lying, Buffy realized distractedly, she did do the tongue thing, and it felt even better vibrating through her pussy. She was too good for this having to be her first time, Buffy was sure that she wouldn’t be able to go down on another girl this well her first time, but Faith was hitting every erogenous spot her cunt had, and she was doing it with precise abandon.

"Right there…" Buffy moaned and relocated her hand to the back of Faith’s head and weaved her fingers through the other Slayer’s dark hair. Faith groaned into her soaked bare flesh and scraped her teeth over her vaginal lips. She jammed her tongue inside of her pussy, flicking it on the wit draw every time as she pinched the hard peak of her nipple in concert. "I’m…I’m so close…I’m gonna…"

Faith grinned against her skin, her smile hidden between her thighs. "You taste so good," she growled between breaths while nuzzling her nose against her erect clit.

"Yeahhhh," Buffy hissed, biting her bottom lip.

"Does Xander tell you that?" she murmured.

"Xan…Xander…oh God…God…" Buffy panted, trying to force her eyes open. "This…I…"

Faith cut her off by jamming her fingers into Buffy’s tightness, three at once and right to her palm, slamming it into her clit and the blond Slayer screamed out loud. The other Slayer had to assume that Buffy was a blond because there was no other hair anywhere on her body to judge it by. She refastened her lips to her clit, flicking her tongue against it while she pumped her digits into her with a fast pace. She had this sudden desire to make Buffy forget about her friend, forget about her relationship, she wanted to own the other Slayer, control the one that had always stood for the light.

Faith bit down hard, responding to the pain filled yelp from above her with more intense hand fucking. She knew that she had her; she could feel the already tight vaginal walls surrounding her fingers pulsing as they slipped in and out of her. Buffy was grunting, squealing, whining from the intense sensations flooding her body. The clenching that was pushing more wetness into her lover’s face and palm, and then the explosion.

"Faiiiittthhhh!!!! Yessss, ohgo…yessss…sogood, God!!!" Buffy’s body spasmed hard and throbbed with an intensity that she had never felt before, and Faith kept moving, still nibbling on her clit as her hand movement slowed and stopped finally.

Buffy groaned as her orgasm passed and she felt Faith ease her fingers from between her legs. She had her eyes closed, but she opened them again when Faith covered her soft, flushed, panting body with her own. Faith held her gaze as she sucked her fingers into her mouth, making sure that Buffy saw her tongue swiping against her skin. "Did you like that?" she asked quickly, but didn’t wait for an answer before pushing her mouth against Buffy’s, leading tongue first, smearing the wetness that had coated her face on Buffy’s as she held her.

Buffy maintained the kiss in hopes of avoiding the answer. Answering would mean that she had to admit the truth.

"You came so hard," Faith whispered against Buffy’s parted wet lips. "I felt it…you’re so tight…still." She added with a smirk.

"I know…" the blond whimpered.

"Does Xander make you come like that?"

The answer. It was true, but that didn’t mean that being with Xander was any less intense. "No."

Faith smirked at the answer and dipped in to kiss her again. "It’s your turn…"

She dark haired Slayer trailed off and let her eyes closed as Buffy’s hand caressed her face lightly before moving with a feather light touch down her skin and then roughly gripped her breast and squeezed. "My turn."

Xander’s throat had dried out. Hell, his eyes had dried out, too. And for once in his life, he had no idea what to say. He had waited up till 3 that morning for Buffy to walk into his apartment, but did she come…apparently so – but with Faith. He should…he should hunt her down, scream at her… "It was a mutual thing, in the complete sense, then?"

Buffy nodded a little shamefully. "I was really drunk, Xan. Please…"

Xander pushed himself up from the table and looked around the surrounding area at the people calmly drinking their coffee and chatting with companions. All of the sudden he wasn’t interested in that anymore. He just wanted to get out of there.

"Is that all, or is there more." He bit out, "I mean, what else? You’re in love with her? You’re having her baby?"

"I want to make it up to you." Buffy said, standing to her feet determinedly.

"And how could you possibly do that Buffy." Xander challenged harshly, making his girlfriend take a slight step back. "I thought all the heavy tongue and petting was sweet, hell, I could put that behind me. But the fact is, you had sex with somebody else…you cheated on me and that’s the one thing WE always promised…"

Buffy cut him off by producing a VHS tape from the large purse she was carrying and thrusting it into his hands. "My turn’s on tape."

Xander’s hand shook as he looked at the item with wide eyes.

"We can watch it," Buffy suggested looking at him through her eye lashes and shifting uncertainly on her feet.

"Let’s go." Xander grabbed her hand and pulled her down the street. He could put it behind him.

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The End