Title: Bang Bang
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Summary: Leaving Sunnydale was the best thing they had ever done.
Rating: R
Type: Drabble, Slash, AU
Warnings: Contains girl homosex.

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Faith had developed a fetish for guns.

She took to stealing them somewhere around Phoniex, and by the time they hit Dallas she was addicted. She spent hours sitting on their various hotel room beds, taking them apart, putting them back together, polishing them. Typically she threw them away before even shoooting them even once; she said she was saving herself for her true love.

She found it in Lousiana. It was Smith & Wesson 945, with a shiny silver finish and a 4 inch barrel. She didn't even need to take it apart, the moment she held it she knew this was it. She stole two, for good measure, and a holster to match.

She named them B. and F. and took to refering to them as the Chosen Two.

Somewhere along the way chasing vampires had led to keeping their hours. Buffy and Faith stumbled back to their hotel rooms bathed in the blue light of morning and fell asleep wrapped around each other. The stealing had come along when they realized that compared with lugging their weapons from city to city, breaking and entering was a cinch.

Faith loved the guns, because they were heavy and because they were quick. They were like an ejector seat for life, the easiest of easy ways out.

"Wouldn't it be awesome," she said, "if we could like make bullets out of wood that we could just shoot in the vamp's hearts?"

Buffy didn't like the guns. She prefered to be more pragmatic in her weaponry, nothing that couldn't kill a vampire or a demon interested her, no matter how attractive.

Not to mention that Faith's gun obsession was so obvious.

"Could you have more penis envy?" she scoffed when Faith had brought one home the first time.

Faith wasn't buying that. Buffy got to fake a hard on with her stakes and her knives. Faith just liked her dick noisy.

Buffy got used to waking up with the business end of B. pointed at her forehead, and Faith straddling her waist. "Bang, bang, B. Rise and shine." And Faith got used to Buffy's knife pressed against her throat, Buffy's body pinning her to the bed and Buffy's hand inside her.

Leaving Sunnydale was the best thing they had ever done.