Author's Note: So I gotten more support for this than I ever expected & then yesterday, I got this amazing review on AO3 that kinda sparked my muse. I decided to revisit this fic & see if I could finish it. So of course, that meant I started seeing my mistakes & editing. lol My only spoiler for the next chapter, I'm thinking it may be time to hear from our favorite slaying rascal, Faithy. lol Thanks to all who have supported & encouraged me to continue. I see you & appreciate you.

Prologue

Her eyes twinkled with untold mischief as Faith's earlier words as they'd left the Bronze to patrol filled her mind. Immediately, it had put thoughts in her head that she would normally have never even considered consciously—let alone have admitted to or acted on. Nonetheless, she now found herself leading her Sister Slayer to the window of the Crawford St. Mansion that offered the best vantage of their prey. Surprisingly, he appeared to be calling it a night earlier than usual as evidenced by the leather duster being thrown over the nearby couch as he made his way up the staircase towards his bedroom.

All the while, he seemed to remain completely oblivious to the pairs of hungry eyes riveted to his every move. Buffy turned to look at her partner in slaying with a darkening emerald gaze. "Want," she whispered teasingly.

"Take," was the raspy reply, excitement and arousal clearly evident as Faith whipped her head around to meet Buffy's fiery gaze with her own molten chocolate stare.

"Have," they echoed smugly, both returning their focus to Angel's tight ass sedately climbing the stairs.