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Title: Nobody’s Perfect
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Faith/Dawn
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: Sometimes once just isn’t enough.

Nobody’s Perfect

Gently, Dawn shut the screen door and walked towards the tiny burning ember floating in the dark. Blue-grey smoke rose above it as the swing creaked softly from the weight resting on it.

“You okay?” she asked as she sat down next to the brunette.

She felt Faith shrug and watched her take a drag of her cigarette. It lit up the slayer’s features. “You really wanna know?”

Feeling far braver than she actually was, Dawn reached out and splayed her hand across the other woman’s upper thigh.

Faith’s breast rose and fell wearily. “B. may be right.” The brunette’s hair fell forward as her chin came down to rest on her chest. Under the curtain of hair, Dawn heard the mumbled, “What do we do then?” Faith barely managed to pick her head up and shrug. “What do I do then?”

“She’s not,” Dawn whispered equally.

“You know that for sure, D.?” Faith’s head rose and she flicked the last little bit of cigarette away from the porch towards the graveled driveway, looking past that into the darkened woods that surrounded them.

“Look, I love Buffy, she’s my sister, she’s saved my life more than I can count and she took a header off a tower for me…”

“This pep talk supposed to help?” Faith cut in to Dawn’s building rant.

Shooting the slayer a look, she smiled when Faith’s mouth clamped shut. “The point is that even though she’s done all these wonderful things and I love her; I know that she can be self-absorbed, narrow-minded and just a wee…” Dawn spread her index and thumb as far apart as they would go. “…bit judgmental.”

“So…?” Faith sat back on the wooden swing and stretched her arm behind her, wrapping it across Dawn’s shoulders.

Taking that as a sign towards the positive, Dawn scooted closer and rested her head on the shoulder being offered. “She should just shut up and leave us be. I love you. You love me. The rest? Who gives a damn?” Dawn arched her head back and kissed the underside of Faith’s chin, firm in her belief that they would be way more than okay, third time’s the charm and all that.

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