PROMPT EIGHT: Hate

There were many things that Buffy hated. People who took the last of the milk and left the empty container in the fridge, picking up the phone only to find the one person on the other end you don’t want to speak to, getting cornered by someone conducting a survey and November, for some reason bad things always seemed to happen to her in November.

Beating Faith at poker wasn’t one of those things she hated.

The brunette Slayer always prided herself on her poker skills even going as far as to bet that she would go a week without smoking if the blonde Slayer beat her. The former rogue had protested, claiming that Buffy had cheated, gotten Willow to pull some sort of mojo on her cards so that she would win. That had been three days ago.

The dark haired Slayer was now sitting crossed legged on the couch chewing madly on nicotine gum and attaching another patch to her arm.

“Fai if the first nineteen didn’t work I don’t think one more is going to do the trick,” Buffy smirked coming to sit in front of the other Slayer on the coffee table.

“Twenty is the magic number B,” Faith muttered shoving another piece of gum in her mouth.

“I told you yesterday what you could do to get your smokes back,” Buffy said.

“I ain’t sayin’ that,” Faith retorted chewing away madly on her gum.

“Maybe you don’t have to say it, maybe we could get you a shirt that says Buffy’s got mad skills and I am her little bitch, hey I like that idea better I’m going to google a t-shirt printing company and get you one,” Buffy said getting up off the couch stopping only when Faith grabbed her arm.

“Not wearing no fucking shirt B,” she growled.

“I think it would look cute, we could get me a matching one that says I’ve got mad skills and Faith’s my little bitch. Oh maybe in pink with white writing and then yours can be white with pink writing, oh Fai we would look so cute not even Giles would be able to deny our cuteness,” Buffy babbled knowing how much it would annoy the already on edge Slayer.

“Blonde is there anything I can do to make you shut up?” Faith growled slapping at the patches on her arm that had begun to peel off.

“Hmm I can think of something,” Buffy smiled reaching up to capture Faith’s lips with her own the dark Slayer responding almost immediately, “Mmm you know your kisses taste better when you haven’t been smoking.”

“Aw fuck B why’d ya have to go and say that for? Couldn’t ya have picked something I hated to bet me for like making me watch a week’s worth of the Bachelor or eating one hundred oranges or somethin’,” Faith whined her full lips forming into an adorable pout.

“Fai you’re the one who came up with the terms for the bet maybe next time you should think carefully before underestimating my skills, I’ve been told I’m quite the card shark,” Buffy smirked pinching Faith’s bottom lip between her thumb and fore finger giving it a little tug.

“Come on B I promise I’ll watch the entire season of Desperate Housewives with you which you know I really hate if you’ll let me have one smoke,” Faith whined.

“Nope this is good for you and besides a bets a bet you lost so this is your punishment,” Buffy said smiling when Faith groaned and dropped her head so her forehead was resting against the blonde’s shoulder.

“General B my ass, those junior Slayers don’t know how tough you really are,” Faith mumbled against her shoulder, “Come on B this is killin’ me here.”

“Aw my poor baby I’ll just have to take your mind off of it then. However will I do it?” Buffy smirked taking Faith by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

“Still hatin’ on ya for takin’ away my smokes though. No amount of lovin’s gonna forgive you of that,” Faith said.

“You just keep living in your little land of denial where this is my fault,” Buffy smiled.

“Ya know it.”