Faith corners Buffy in the Bronze's hallway, grinning, and bends down to press their mouths together.

Quite possible.

Buffy wraps her hand through Faith's hair and pulls until their bodies meld together. Buffy moans. She wants, more, harder, now.

All signs point to No.

Faith thinks she's won, shown Buffy she's not all that, because Faith's in control, Faith started this.

Yes.

Faith can walk away, even if Buffy's eyes turn cold and angry. It's a joke: how far up Buffy's butt that stick goes. Faith laughs, and leaves, and never thinks about this kiss again.

Don't count on it.

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November 24, 2004