Buffy blinked. She swallowed hard. She said nothing more.

Faith laughed out loud and scraped her chair back on the shiny floor. She knew Buffy didn’t have the balls to say it. And she knew the death glare coming from Cordelia had shut Buffy up. There was no way Buffy was going to confess to what had happened the night before. Not to Giles and the rest of the gang.

But Buffy had to say something. Something to explain the reason why she had friction burns on the insides of her thighs.

It’s not like she could hide the fact, as she was now walking like a cowboy who’d spent far too long in the saddle. If Faith hadn’t witnessed the event that had caused it she would probably have been as concerned as the rest of the gang that morning when Buffy hobbled in, wincing in pain as she did her best to sit down without touching the seat.

Faith knew, though. She had seen it with her own eyes.

She had watched, and then stumbled forwards as the tree branch she was hiding behind gave way. Faith had been gripping it a little too tightly maybe, then when realisation had finally struck as to what Buffy was doing. . .her reaction - namely to feel the need to crack up laughing - caused the branch to snap and reveal her.

Amongst Cordelia’s gasps of shock and Buffy’s drunken mumbling and yelling were Faith’s guffaws and giggles as she did her best to back away and excuse herself.

Faith had carried on chuckling into the night as she made her way home from Willow’s pool party. She had giggled as she lay trying to sleep, doing her best to get the image out of her head. When Buffy made her way tentatively into the library that morning to be greeted by the gang. . .Faith had giggled some more.

Willow and Xander gave Faith their unimpressed looks and coddled Buffy in their usual way, probably thinking that their heroin had come up against a mighty foe on her way home from the party. Giles got out his notebook ready for a run down and a search for the vile beast that had caused his precious slayer harm. Cordelia looked worried for Buffy, then worried for herself. Faith bit her lip, but couldn’t hold back her mirth.

After stumbling to her seat and sitting down uneasily, Buffy looked around her as the room held its breath and waited for an explanation.

“I got a little drunk last night, and I. . .” Buffy began, and looked from Giles to Faith, and finally to Cordelia.

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Nobody offered any help as Faith strode towards the library counter, choosing a ringside seat to watch the fun. Her laugh and her actions brought looks from both Xander and Willow, but they didn’t speak. They didn’t have a clue about their little slayer. Their little slayer and her antics.

But Faith did.

The night before, she would never have guessed it, but now. . .she saw so much more. She understood so much more.

Buffy had spent most of the night at the pool party drinking. She was telling all that would listen about how hard it was for her now that her ex was back, yet how they couldn’t be with each other. How her life was taking twists and turns she couldn’t keep up with.

Faith, along with the others, assumed that Buffy’s vast amount of drinking and whining was all to do with Angel. She certainly mentioned him enough.

All the while Cordelia had sat near by but kept a certain amount of distance, choosing to spend her night with friends outside of the close scooby-circle. It wasn’t like anybody was doing any snubbing but now that Cordelia wasn’t with Xander it was a little awkward having the gang all together.

The pool party was meant to help; to cheer everybody up and bring them closer.

Later in the night, as people stumbled home leaving only a hand full behind to lay about drunkenly in the living room, Faith noticed that Buffy and Cordelia were not with them. As Xander slurred his way through a conversation with Willow, Faith crept away.

She didn’t particularly care where Cordelia was, thinking that maybe her parents had come to pick her up. It was late after all. Very late.

Faith did worry about where Buffy was. She was her fellow slayer. Her. . .other half almost. So, she set off in search of Buffy.

Not finding her inside the house Faith worked her way through the garden and down towards the pool. The path was an obstacle course of empty glasses, party hats and balloons. The trees and bushes were thick and hindering her walk as she slowed her pace at the sound of soft breaths ahead of her.

Unsure about what she would find yet subconsciously knowing exactly what those soft breaths indicated, Faith slipped sideways into the leafy bushes.

Stealthily, she manoeuvred herself to a place where she could see the pool. Where she could see the disarray from the night’s party. Where she could see Cordelia laid out on the grass beside the water’s edge with Buffy hovering over her, their bodies pressed close as they kissed passionately amongst the remnants of the party.

Faith suppressed her gasp, and then her groan as she watched Cordelia’s hands slipping all over Buffy’s ass and sides. She didn’t have a great view due to the branches in front of her, but she could tell what was going on. She could see the need and hunger emanating from both of them.

Faith was well aware that Buffy was a little on the drunk side, but she wasn’t drunk enough to suddenly find herself making out with Cordelia Chase by the side of a pool at Willow’s house. And Cordelia, Miss Prim n Proper, the queen of Sunnydale high, wasn’t the kind of girl to just try ‘the lesbian thing’ out with anybody that stumbled along.

There was more to it. Faith could see there was more to it even from her precarious vantage point behind the thick branches.

The two girls were kissing deeply with longing and desire that wasn’t just a drunken fumble. They were whispering to each other, their sighs and moans muffled by each other’s lips as Buffy moved against the tall cheerleader.

Hardly able to keep her own breathing under control, Faith watched with her pupils wide and her panties growing damper by the second. Sure, she was jealous. . .but it was also hot as hell. She couldn’t deny that as she watched Buffy thrusting into Cordelia as she lay between her spread legs.

Pulling Buffy hard against her, Cordelia wriggled and writhed, their bodies moving in unison as their moans grew louder.

Not able to see exactly what was going on Faith could only picture the fingers, the hot flowing juices, and the slipping and sliding in her head. The pictures were nice. The view was fucking incredible, and the sound of Buffy and Cordelia urging each other towards orgasm was mind blowing.

As Faith considered jamming her hand into her panties and finger fucking herself senseless to the view, she gripped onto the branch in front of her and tried her best not to be seen or heard.

Just as Buffy began softly calling out Cordelia’s name as they clung to each other - the heat and lust more than obvious between the two - Cordelia stopped and propped herself up on her elbow, looking intently at Buffy.

Buffy didn’t stop moving, but obviously something was wrong. Faith worried that Cordelia had spotted her, but she hadn’t, so she strained to hear what was being said.

“Buffy,” Cordelia said firmly. “Buffy. . .what are you doing?” she asked, her breathing hard and shaky.

“Huh?” Buffy’s head shot up from its position in the crook of Cordelia’s neck.

“Buffy, I can’t feel you. What are you doing?” Cordelia asked again, a look of concern on her face.

Buffy wiped at her brow, propping herself over Cordelia. “I’m fucking you, baby,” she said. “What do you mean you can’t feel me? I can feel you.”

“Sweetie, I don’t know what you’re fucking but it isn’t me,” Cordelia ensured. “I didn’t think we’d got to that part yet. I was waiting for that thing you do when you rip my panties off.” She grinned, obviously recalling how good it felt to be taken by Buffy.

“But. . .then what the hell?” Buffy scrunched up her brow and looked down between her and the brunette.

Gripping the branch in front of her, Faith leaned forwards in order to see more and hear more.

She regretted it as soon as Cordelia exclaimed, “Buffy, you were humping the fucking banana!”

It took a second for Faith, and for Buffy, to work out what Cordelia was talking about, but both were left in no doubt as Cordelia yanked out the giant inflatable banana from underneath the small slayer.

Buffy screeched in pain as the rubber rushed through her thighs, burning her on the way. Faith burst out laughing, her balance thrown out of the window as the branch snapped, hurling her down to the ground in plain view of the two girls intimately tangled up.

Faith couldn’t stop laughing as Buffy whimpered about her thighs and tried to yell at Faith at the same time. She scrambled to her feet, her hand on her stomach as she doubled up from the sight before her.

Thinking it wise to retreat as Cordelia began to get to her feet too, Faith apologised for interrupting, barely able to hold herself together as she got out of harms way and left the two girls to tend to Buffy’s rubber burns.

Faith had cried laughing for most of the night. Then for a good portion of it she had slipped her fingers over herself at the thought of Buffy and Cordelia hot and wet and naked together.

Now she sat with baited breath as Buffy searched for an excuse to explain her current discomfort.

Cordelia’s face was a picture. Her eyes fixed on Buffy, threatening life long torture if the slayer revealed their little secret.

“I. . .had an incident with. . .a large banana,” Buffy said, then instantly stuttered a further explanation as Xander’s eyes went wide and Willow’s face paled. “Banana demon that is. Yeah. . .a banana demon,” she lied. “We fought. It got nasty. There was. . .burning, but I killed it.” Buffy nodded towards Giles to affirm that she was a good little slayer.

Cordelia visibly relaxed in her chair but gave Faith a glance; a warning look that Faith heeded, for now.

As far as everybody was concerned all was right with the world. Giles wanted to know more about the demon, Cordelia kept her ‘straightness’, the scoobs would remain ignorant of the heated little entanglements going on beneath their noses. And Faith, she would have endless nights to vent her frustrations on her fingers as she imagined every little thing that Buffy and Cordelia did with each other. . .that didn’t involve bananas.