Free Date Night by Eliza Lentzski Page A

flutter inside her chest. “You're all kindsa adorable, B,” the dark-haired girl chuckled. She paused and took a deep breath. “I-I wish we could have spent New Years together. I liked being with ya on Christmas, even if it was just for a little while.”
    Buffy nodded. “Me too,” she admitted quietly.
    “You got someone to kiss at midnight?” Faith asked in an equally quiet tone.
    The blonde chewed on her bottom lip, and shook her head. Preston had made the trip over with her, insisting he wouldn't be apart from her their first New Years as a couple. Plus, he said he wanted to make up for the debacle that had been Christmas Eve.
    At first Buffy balked, knowing how difficult it would be to explain why her closest friends lived in a Scottish castle, let alone why an army of young women lived there as well, but her boyfriend had been adamant. Buffy had failed to mention this to the Boston girl, however.
    Moreover, her boyfriend thought she was just upstairs in the guestroom getting ready for the party, not chatting with the woman she had cheated on him with. Preston didn't know just how frequently she and Faith talked, or that she'd showed up at the house on Christmas Eve, and he certainly didn't know the context and content of their conversations.
    The Californian knew she was being unfair to both her boyfriend as well as the Bostonian. But until she was faced with a situation that forced her to pick one over the other, she wasn't ready to make that choice. She certainly had feelings for her boyfriend, but she couldn't deny how the dark-haired girl made her feel. But Faith had never once mentioned she wanted a relationship with the blonde girl. For all the golden-haired slayer knew, Faith might just consider this as a fun way to spend her evenings and nothing more.
    The Boston woman licked her full, generous lips. “I know it's not midnight here in Boston yet,” she noted in a raspy tone, “but that doesn't mean we can't start the New Year out right.”
    Buffy felt her breath hitch in her throat. She coughed abruptly, clearing her airway. “Oh, really?” her voice cracked. “Wh-what do you have in mind?”
    The corners of the dark-haired beauty's mouth curled up. “You. Me. Naked. Fun.”
    Buffy made an uncomfortable noise in the back of her throat. The way Faith said the word “naked” made her involuntarily warm. The word by itself was innocent enough, but coming out of that twisted smile, it was anything but innocent.
    The Californian glanced briefly at the clock in the corner of her laptop screen. It was just after 11:30pm, British time. As long as she made it down to the party before midnight, she wouldn't be missed, right?
    “H-how do you propose we….” the blonde trailed off.
    Faith grinned excitedly. “Holy shit, B,” she exclaimed. “I didn't think you'd actually take the bait.”
    “So you were just bluffing?” Buffy asked, wildly embarrassed. She averted her eyes from the computer screen, unable to look at the brunette's taunting face.
    Faith whistled lowly. “Hell no. Let's have some fun,” she whooped.
    When Buffy returned her gaze to the computer screen, she nearly choked on her tongue. In just that short time she had kept her eyes turned away, the Boston girl had removed her top. She sat in front of the webcam wearing only a flimsy, lacy bra.
    The dark-haired slayer gave the Chosen One a wide, dimpled grin. “As nice as you remembered?” Her hands cupped her well-proportioned breasts and she hefted them up slightly, causing her cleavage to become more pronounced.
    Buffy's eyes bulged, and she unconsciously licked her lips. “They'd be a lot better if I was actually there,” she said, her words surprising even herself.
    Faith smirked and dropped her hands from her chest. “Your turn, Princess,” she grinned lasciviously. “Show me what you got.”
    The blonde woman glanced fleetingly at the closed bedroom door.
    “Is it locked?” the Boston slayer asked, knowing exactly what