Chapter Nineteen – The Prom

A/N: Warning non-Spuffy F/F slash in this chapter. Also Anya dyed her hair. She is a blond. Something about having more fun!

Prom Dresses:
(Faith - http://www.dresses.com/evening2.html)
(Anya - http://www.dresses.com/evening9.html)
(Buffy- http://www.dresses.com/cocktail1.html)


Buffy stared at the mirror. Of all the things she wanted to relive there were some things that were truly frightening. Tonight was one of those nights. It was huge, overwhelming and scary. Prom night.

She wanted tonight to be perfect. Everything had been taken care of. The devil dogs had been diverted by Andrew. One benefit to being Tucker’s brother was all that all he had to do was threaten to tell mom and all of Tucker’s plans had been canceled. The rest of the Scooby gang had their dates. Anya had decided to ask Faith; Xander was taking Amy, and Willow, of course, would be attending with Oz. Jonathon and Andrew had decided to go stag; they were determined to be free to dash off in case anything threatened the prom.

Buffy had talked Spike into taking her. He resisted of course, muttering something about being undead making him exempt from girly functions. She had threatened him, cajoled him, and flat out pleaded. He had held firm until she displayed her ultimate weapon. The pouty lip she knew he couldn’t resist. He had even agreed to pick up a corsage for her. Not that she had asked; she couldn’t help it if she had dropped the hint to Xander who had promptly taken Spike aside and informed the vampire of all the intricacies of prom decorum. Yep corsage, limo, hotel room… Now all she had to do was get her hair to look just right.

Her mind drifted as she realized it wouldn’t be long until graduation. They would still have to deal with the mayor and since Giles wouldn’t allow them to try and kill the mayor beforehand, she would most likely get to blow up the school again. This time would be different though. Less causalities, more fun with mass destruction.

But back to the important issues… She had bought a kick ass prom dress for the occasion. Knowing that Willow would eventually decide on a maroon variant, Buffy avoided the urge to wear red and went with a black dress designed to make Spike have a heart attack, had he a beating heart. It was killer! Looking down at her new Tommy watch, she shuddered; only two more hours to go and her makeup wasn’t done yet. Panicking, she kicked it into high gear.

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Faith took a long drag off of a cigarette she had “borrowed” from Spike. She couldn’t believe that she had gotten roped into taking care of all the last minute preparations with him. Just because she only took 20 minutes to get ready and Anya took 2 hours.

Blowing the smoke out, she sighed, “We ready, fang? This place is starting to look freaky. Everyone in tuxes.”

Spike looked up from the corsage he was inspecting. Faith. She looked gorgeous in her new dress. He couldn’t believe that this was the same girl whose early exploits he had heard stories about. She still had the cocky and arrogant attitude he first experienced when she had switched bodies with Buffy, but she seemed less edgy than he remembered. Even though he had known their presence in the past would change things, he still marveled at the difference they had made in her life at least. Without the murder and her subsequent betrayal and incarceration hanging over her, she seemed to be…free.

Shaking his head at his thoughts; he swore. The soul was turning him into such a pounce. First the prom and now getting all mushy over good deeds. He was worse then the Poof. Grumbling he turned to Faith, “Your corsage and Buffy’s look fine. Did you check demon girl’s?”

Faith nodded her head.

Spike smiled, “To the limo, then.”

“I still can’t believe you’re having the limo driver drive us around.”

“Got to get our money’s worth, don’t we?” Chuckling, Spike escorted Faith out to the limo. It was time to go get their girls.

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Joyce opened the door to see a nervous Spike and Faith standing there. They were beautiful. Opening the door, she ushered them in and turned to call up the stairs, “Girls, your ride is here.”

Spike watched as Buffy began to descend the stairs. She was breathtaking. His mate, his soul, his everything. The only thing that both his demon and his man could believe in.

Faith watched as Anya came down the stairs. She felt strange standing here. She could see the love shining out of Spike’s eyes. He no longer seemed to be a vampire or a creature of the night. He was simply Spike.

Faith felt a longing for that type of emotion. Less then a year ago, she would have laughed at the idea of even having friends to rely on. Now she had a family, a lover and friends. She had more then she would have ever thought possible. So why was she not happy? Sighing, she took her eyes off of Spike and looked up at Anya.

Anya was breathtaking, gorgeous, and the best friend. She liked Buffy; as an older and still slightly prissy sister, but hey, she was family. She loved Joyce, she was like the mom she never had, and she loved Anya as a friend and as a lover. Was it wrong to want more? Was it bad to not be happy with what she had and to want someone, anyone to look at her the way that Spike looked at Buffy? Was it even possible for anyone else to share that kind of love?

As Anya’s foot left the last step, Faith grabbed her and pulled the other girl closer. Kissing her passionately, all thoughts fled her mind. As they turned to see Buffy and Spike in an equally passionate kiss, they caught Joyce’s amused expression.

“Have fun, kids!”

And Faith hoped that no one had noticed how drenched her passion was in desperation.

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Buffy danced around excitedly. It was almost time. She could practically taste the excitement and upcoming adventure. Soon they would give her back her umbrella! She had been so pissed when that vamp bitch, Sunday, had broken it. Not this time! The umbrella was hers!

Oh, they were calling her name!

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As they started the announcements for class clown, Faith slipped off to smoke another one of Spike’s pilfered cigarettes. Exhaling slowly, she thought back to earlier.

Faith and Anya had been dancing for hours and she had needed a quick drink and the restroom before she could continue. Anya, the only person who could ever surpass her in passion for dancing or sex, continued to move in time with the music. It had taken her breath away to watch the blond dance with partner after partner, each of them moving in seemingly without Anya even noticing. She was lost in the music, enjoying the life that had been given back to her.

Faith watched her lover move. She knew exactly what everyone was seeing. It was beautiful.

Even Giles couldn’t resist a dance with the beautiful ex-vengeance demon. As the band began to play a slow song, they became lost in the music and each other’s arms.

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Buffy closed her eyes and enjoyed the low beat of the music. She couldn’t remember having this good of a time at any high school function. She could pretend that it was because they there were no baddies to slay, no villains to defeat, but the simple truth was it felt divine because of the man holding her. Two hours of dancing, receiving her pretty umbrella and then more dancing had left her at peace. She felt relaxed … and was that someone tapping at her shoulder?

Buffy managed to separate herself from Spike and turned around to see Anya drinking a glass of punch. She tried to arch one eyebrow, and failing miserably, just smiled at the blonde. “Yes Anya?”

“Can we go to the hotel now?”

“Hotel?”

“Of course, Buffy. I didn’t get to participate last time in the traditional post-Prom sex-a-thon, but in this timeline it should be quite enjoyable.”

As Buffy started to protest that she wasn’t done dancing, Spike swept her up in his arms and carried her towards the limo. A smirking Anya and laughing Faith followed.

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The girls practically ran into the hotel room. Faith turned and pounced on Anya pinning her down and removing her clothes in less then a heartbeat.

Faith ran her hand down Anya’s body. She loved to touch her. She loved caressing her, especially after they had spent all night dancing. When they danced together it was a connection that was powerful, strong, and unbreakable. There bodies moved together in a rhythm that no one could match. Their bodies flowed together as if they were created to, slayer and vengeance demon; yin and yang, dark and light.

The slayer was dominant tonight. She wanted Anya- all of her. She wanted to lick and to caress. To make the other girl moan, scream, and lose control.

She started with a feather light touch, running her fingers down Anya’s body. She watched as the blonde reacted to the cool air and the slight brushes of Faith’s fingers. Tracing the outline of Anya’s nipples, she watched in fascination as they hardened. Touching, teasing, she traced along Anya’s clit. Watching as she moaned and twisted, desperate for more, desperate for Faith to take her. Desperate for the sensations that would soon follow.

Tonight Faith was in charge, and she wanted to go slow; wanted to savor the body beneath her, to touch her, to taste.

Faith leaned in close and took one of the peaked nipples into her mouth. She lightly flicked her tongue over it as she took it in her mouth, alternating sucking and biting. Anya moaned; a throaty, guttural sound that never failed to drive Faith crazy.

She smiled as Anya reached for her. Anya was so greedy, always demanding more, but as much as she demanded she always gave back. Tonight, however, Faith refused to be rushed. Tonight was special.

Grabbing Anya’s hands, she pinned them down over the girl’s head. “Naughty Anya, didn’t I say to be patient?”

Anya shook her head and started to speak but was cut off by a passionate kiss.

Faith inched back enough so that her whispered words would caress her lover’s lips. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

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Spike refused to let Buffy down until they made it all the way into the hotel room. It was difficult to juggle the arm full of slayer and open the door, but with a small kick the door sprung open.

In his arms, Buffy giggled about the absurdity of being carried around; when she started to protest, however, she was soundly kissed into submission.

As the door closed, Buffy squirmed half-trying to escape Spike’s arms.

Vamping, Spike slid one fang down Buffy’s throat and slowly licked her neck. The fang had barely grazed her, it’s razor sharpness carving a small cut into her neck. As he licked the wound, he finally allowed Buffy to escape. His hands untied the back of her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders. Spike continued to caress her with his lips, tongue and the occasional, unbearable, scrape of his fangs.

Not being able to stand his teasing anymore, Buffy arched up, forcing his fangs into her breast, relieving a bit of her desires but serving to inflame her further. Gasping with desire, Buffy slid into her version of a “game face”. Spike withdrew his fangs as Buffy rose up on her toes to sink her baby fangs into Spike’s neck.

”Mine”

“Yours,” Spike replied in a moan, as he slowly began to remove his shirt.