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whedonistTitle: Fallin’ For You
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Faith/River
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: Whipped eggs, whipped Faith, whipped Buffy…everything’s whipped and no one’s freaked out.
Fallin’ For You
“Whipped!” Buffy cackled from her spot on the bar stool in the kitchen.
Faith glared at her friend as she flipped the pancakes on the griddle. “Screw you,” she groused half-heartedly.
Buffy shook her head and tried to cover the grin behind a cup of coffee. “You are so whipped,” the blonde continued to tease.
“Oh, please.” Faith started to get worked up. “Like you got any room to talk, B.”
Buffy shrugged, letting the taunt roll off her back. “I don’t mind it.” She was. She didn’t care who knew. Faith, on the other hand, was a different story.
Buffy watched the intent look on Faith’s features and she finished up fixing the breakfast tray she was taking to River in bed.
The blonde’s head tilted to the side and she noticed the subtle changes in Faith’s appearance since River came along. “It looks good on you, Faith,” she admitted gently. Faith’s reply was a quirked eyebrow in question. Buffy smiled softly and motioned towards the breakfast. “Being in love,” she finally explained to her brunette counterpart. “It suits you too.”
Faith swallowed the lump in her throat and smoothed her sweaty palms down the thighs of her jeans. “It feels good, B.,” Faith finally eked out. “I should be like, scared shitless, but I’m not. Not really.”
“I know,” Buffy agreed, and then shooed Faith from the kitchen. “Now go, get that to her before it gets cold.”
With a final, smart ass salute, Faith barked, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” and carried the tray up to the woman in her bed.
Next>>>
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Faith/River
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: Whipped eggs, whipped Faith, whipped Buffy…everything’s whipped and no one’s freaked out.
“Whipped!” Buffy cackled from her spot on the bar stool in the kitchen.
Faith glared at her friend as she flipped the pancakes on the griddle. “Screw you,” she groused half-heartedly.
Buffy shook her head and tried to cover the grin behind a cup of coffee. “You are so whipped,” the blonde continued to tease.
“Oh, please.” Faith started to get worked up. “Like you got any room to talk, B.”
Buffy shrugged, letting the taunt roll off her back. “I don’t mind it.” She was. She didn’t care who knew. Faith, on the other hand, was a different story.
Buffy watched the intent look on Faith’s features and she finished up fixing the breakfast tray she was taking to River in bed.
The blonde’s head tilted to the side and she noticed the subtle changes in Faith’s appearance since River came along. “It looks good on you, Faith,” she admitted gently. Faith’s reply was a quirked eyebrow in question. Buffy smiled softly and motioned towards the breakfast. “Being in love,” she finally explained to her brunette counterpart. “It suits you too.”
Faith swallowed the lump in her throat and smoothed her sweaty palms down the thighs of her jeans. “It feels good, B.,” Faith finally eked out. “I should be like, scared shitless, but I’m not. Not really.”
“I know,” Buffy agreed, and then shooed Faith from the kitchen. “Now go, get that to her before it gets cold.”
With a final, smart ass salute, Faith barked, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” and carried the tray up to the woman in her bed.
Next>>>
