Dawn/Faith

"Happy 18th D," Faith says, pressing a kiss to the teenager's temple. A red lipstick mark is printed there and Faith grins.

Dawn’s face lights up. “Where’s my present?”

"In the basement," Faith drawls, curling a hand around Dawn’s hip.

"Why is it in the basement?" Dawn frowns and Faith flicks her tongue obscenely. "Oh.”

"If you’re good, you might have more than one present," Faith whispers, giving her little ass a squeeze.

Dawn squeaks. “More than one?”

"Uh-huh," she breathes. "You might have multiple.”

"Oh my God."

Dawn then raced down into the basement as fast as her legs could carry her.

She didn't know what to expect, but she never knew that Buffy had it in her like that.

THE END