The girls belong to Joss, even though I’m often much nicer to them than he is.Author’s Notes:
Written for the current open_on_sunday
The fighting, heart pounding in her chest, driving hot blood through her: that had always been glorious.
But Faith was starting to enjoy a new moment: the instant when the fury of battle stopped, dust falling around her, and she realised it was over. Then she slanted a glance at Buffy, and the other Slayer caught her smile like something shining – a knife, maybe – and they knew they’d won.
Tonight, she felt brave. So Faith cupped Buffy’s chin, drawing her face up to hers. Buffy’s warm breath stuttered out over Faith’s smiling, crimson lips.
She didn’t have to lean in.