"This is perfect." Buffy smiled lazily. The sun glowed on the walls and heated the stones beneath her feet, until Buffy felt like she could float away into the balmy air.

The gossamer curtains shifted as Faith stepped through. She was naked, her skin bronzed and toned, glorious. "Come back to bed," she said, husky-voiced. Her stare was warmer than the sun.

Buffy walked into her arms. Faith held her, soft, sliding fingers down to cup her ass, lips curving against her throat. "Better than perfect," she purred.

"Earth to Buffy," Dawn said. "Don't you get it? You're alive again!"

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November 24, 2004