a/n – Again, I am so completely floored by all the encouragement from the reviewers.  You really are all being so patient.  Thank you, and, please keep it up, cause it looks like it’ll be another chapter before we get our two lovelies together. ;-)

I also wanted to give a shout out to the fabulous writers of the series.  I’ve included dialogue from the episode, Who Are You? (**snicker** the infamous “champagne” scene), which will also be present in the next two chapters.  I didn’t write it, I stole it , uh, borrowed it!  **ducking** BUT...I’m not making anything from this, so, please don’t sue me!!!

Beta Thank You’s for this chapter go to Spikez_tart, Megan and Gail.  You girls rock! 

**hugs** sfg

Who Am I?
 
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Chapter 3 – Guy, guy, guy, girl

A tight knot of bodies, both guys and girls, writhed around her, each trying their damnedest to be the next one Faith ran her hands over.  The music flowed through her, moving her body and freeing her mind.

“Just because it’s over for my Faith, doesn’t mean she can’t go out with a bang.”

The words played over and over in Faith’s head and she smiled as she remembered the kooky old man who said them.  The Mayor was way evil, but he had shown Faith a side of himself that was also tender and caring.  More than any of her family.  What she could remember of her family, that is.  Sure as shit, more than her Watchers which, unfortunately, she remembered quite well.

He was the one who told her she had value.  He was the one who moved her out of that roach motel and into those fancy digs uptown.  He was the one who showered her with gifts and never once asked for a blow job in payment. 

All it had really taken to buy her eternal devotion was lunch.  A simple brown paper bag packed with a ham and cheese sandwich on white bread, an apple and a kid’s juice box.  He said he made it himself because he was sure she hadn’t been eating right and he didn’t want her to waste away to nothing.

There was no way Faith was wasting away to nothing, but she just couldn’t brush it off.  He might have given her the Holy Grail and it wouldn’t have meant more to her than that paper sack lunch.  No one had ever done that for her before.  No one cared enough to bother. And that was when Faith truly lost her heart to the man.

Even with all the shit going down before graduation, he still managed to make that tape, use his connections to ‘forge a neat little gizmo’ and set up a demon delivery service just in case she ever woke up again.

Yeah, the man was something alright.  Okay, maybe he wouldn’t appreciate her sexing it up in the middle of The Bronze but, hell, he was dead now, and he did say she should go out with a bang.

Shaking off thoughts of the Mayor and his weird mixture of evil and morality, Faith let the sensual beat of the music guide her hands.  Starting at her knees, she slid her splayed fingers up the outside of her leather encased thighs, slowly drawing them higher until she traced the shape of her ass as her hips swiveled to the rhythm.

Damn, B.  You may be a scrawny little thing, but your bod sure can move.

The tank top left little to the imagination, molding the tight abs and pert but small breasts beneath, which was the whole reason Faith chose it in the first place.  With a wicked gleam in her eye, she watched as all eyes focused on her hands skimming upward.  Running open palms over the sensitive tips of her breasts, her hands rose over her head leaving erect nipples, clearly visible, in their wake.

Faith shivered at the sensations.  The world felt totally different in Buffy’s skin. 

She was jealous of Buffy, sure as shit.  Everything Faith had ever done since the minute she had blown into this damn burg had been held up to Saint Buffy and been found lacking. 

Slaying.  Friendships.  Schooling. 

The only area Faith trumped Buffy was the sexual arena.  Faith had mad skills when it came to the bedroom and she knew it.  Nobody was gonna tell her different.  Yet, here she was, just dancing and Buffy’s body thrummed with sexual energy like a live wire.  Her body’s responsiveness was intoxicating, and this from a girl who didn’t shy away from sexual expression.

The way her leather pants rubbed against her core, the way her bare skin felt satiny smooth under her hands, the way her body seemed so fragile, yet felt so strong, had Faith so hot she could barely think straight. 

So, she didn’t think. 

She just moved to the beat, letting guys grind themselves into Buffy’s ass for scant seconds before choosing the next piece of meat to torment.  After she’d worked the guys into a lather, she switched gears.  Choosing one of the luscious girls that kept eyeing her, she rode the chick’s thigh just long enough that a shadow of a doubt about her orientation began to flicker through all their minds. 

Over and over again, she did it.  Moving in close, then pushing them off to move to the next. 

Guy, guy, guy, girl.  Girl, guy, guy, girl.  Guy, girl, guy, girl.

When she had worked both guys and girls into a frenzy, she spun out of the sweating mass, winking and telling them she needed a drink and leaving them all wanting more.

That was the key.  Always leave them wanting more.

And wasn’t it rich that Miss Priss Buffy was the object of such obvious lust?  If she ever did get back into her own skin, Buffy’s first trip back to The Bronze would be one she never forgot.  And, oh, how Faith wished she could be there to see that!

The thought made her laugh out loud and she spun around for the pure joy of it, not bothering to watch where she went.  This much adrenaline coursing through her system was as good as a six-pack of beer to knock out the inhibitions. 

She realized it was just as bad for her balance when she stumbled into someone on her way to the bar.

“Ooo,” she said, grabbing onto the unfortunate’s shoulder until she regained her footing.

She dropped her hand and looked down to make sure none of his beer had splashed her leathers.  Satisfied they had indeed escaped ruin, she took in the hunk of man-flesh in front of her.

And he was a hunk of man-flesh.  Tingles danced up and down her spine and the short hairs at the base of her neck stood at attention.  Muscles in her core seized and she felt moisture dampen her panties. 

Damn! 

Black jeans, black tee-shirt, both practically painted on.  Black button-down shirt.  And, to complete the look, a calf-length black leather duster. 

“Oh, you,” he said, looking down and heaving a sigh.  The reaction was less than stellar considering the Buffy-body’s unconscious lustiness.

Hmmm.

“And…you,” she said.

“What?  Are you keepin’ tabs on me?  You gonna give me a hard time now?”

Faith barely noted the sexy accent, what with her taking in the studliness that was him.  Shadow and light.  Pale skin and bitchin’ bleached hair contrasted with his all-black ensemble.  And, damn , you could slice and dice with those cheekbones!

He was talking to her like he knew her.  Too bad he looked like he had just sucked on a lemon.  Leave it to Buffy to screw up with a delectable piece like this.  What a waste. Still, she might be able to salvage something out of this.

Playing it cool, she placed her hands on her hips and rolled her shoulders back, consciously thrusting her chest forward. “Do I...usually give you a hard time?”

“Very funny,” he said, though his expression looked anything but amused. 

Okay, that move would so have gone over better in her own body, but jeez, was he gay or something?

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me drinkin’.  ‘Less you’re here to protect innocent beers.”  He lifted the bottle in his hand to emphasize his words, and the tingles suddenly made all kinds of sense.

“You’re a vampire,” she said unnecessarily as she followed him to the supports under the stairs and struck a suggestive pose.

“Was,” he sniped, “and as soon as I get this chip outta my head, I’ll be a vampire again.  But,” he leaned back and opened his arms in a universal display of no weapons, giving her a fabulous view of all the things his clothes weren’t hiding, “Until then, I’m just as helpless as a kitten up a tree, so why don’t you sod off?”

Well.  Hottie didn’t want to fight?  Fine with her. “’Kay,” she said, and turned to go back to the rush of the dance floor.

“Oh, fine!  Throw it in my face,” he snapped with enough volume to get her to turn back.  “Spike’s not a threat anymore, I’ll turn my back.  He can’t hurt me.”

The disgusted look that flitted across his face was almost amusing enough to distract her.  Almost, but not quite.  What the hell was it with Buffy and vampires, huh?  Did they all get turned on by her?  ‘Cause, hello , Spike was doing a great job of ignoring the truly impressive boner he’d been sporting since she’d crashed into him...wait. 

Spike? Spike!  William the Bloody, with a chip in his head. Faith rolled the information over in her mind, savoring it like rich chocolate.

I kinda LOVE this town!