Not In Love
Once upon a time, Faith dreamed of being in love. And she was foolish enough to think she was loved back.
It only happened once, in her bedroom. As she knelt between Buffy's thighs, her tongue delving in the moist valley hidden by chestnut curls, Faith thought of holding hands in public, of stolen kisses on the dining room table, of true love.
Fantasy Faith came apart a few seconds after Buffy came. The brunette was still licking her lips when Buffy started to gather her clothes, a sorry look in her eyes.
That was the beginning of the end.