slashthedrabble | 300-word Buffy ficlet (Buffy/Faith)

The Post-Shag Domesticity
Fandom: Buffy, post-chosen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Buffy/Faith, established
Disclaimer: I R NOT Joss Whedon

“Have you seen my underwear?” Buffy scrambles across the room.

“I remember taking them off.” Faith licks her lips.

“Not now. I’m uber late. Ah!” She picks up a black lace thong. “Oh. Not mine.”

Faith shrugs. “Wear ‘em. I don’t mind. Seriously, B, don’t pull that face. Think of where you had that tongue last night, then tell me wearing my underwear is disgusting.”

“Aren’t these the ones you were wearing, though?” Buffy still looks grossed out. “Don’t you have a Clean pile?”

Faith shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t do the laundry. The twerp does.”

“You let Andrew in your underwear drawer?”

“It's the closest he’s getting to a girl’s crotch. Nothin’ wrong with givin’ a guy hope, is there?” Faith stretches and takes up the vacated space. “Where’re you goin’ anyway?”

“I have an appointment booked with the Council in Ireland. They want me to give a pep talk.”

“Booked?” Faith scoffs.

“Yeah.”

“We’re Slayers, B. We don’t get ‘booked.’ We kill things.”

“We defend. We do not kill. Besides, as the Original Slayer, it's my duty to be a role model to these girls. They need to be encouraged and informed about what it means to have this gift.”

“Pft. You just like the sound of your own voice.”

Buffy glares, pulling on the rest of her clothes, but Faith dismisses her with a wave. “Get the hell out, B. I need to get some sleep.”

“Going!” Buffy opens the door, slipping into her shoes. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“The shagging or the slaying?” Faith mumbles from underneath the duvet.

Buffy grabs her purse.“Can’t we do both?”

An arm peeks out from the bed and Faith gives a thumbs up. “Definitely.”

“Bye.”

"Have fun boring the kids."

The door closes harsher than it should've. Faith grins.