I can't believe it. I might actually have a chance with Buffy. I start to unpack my things and put them back in their places because now I finally have something worth staying for. I'm sure Buffy is at least attracted to me. All I have to do now is insure she falls as hard for me as I have fallen for her. Although first, I will have to prove to her it's about more than sex for me.

"Game on, Buffy," I whispered to myself after I had finished unpacking and was in bed going to sleep.

The next morning I woke up earlier than I ever did, especially on a Saturday. I headed to the flower shop down the street from the motel and went in. After spending about thirty minutes explaining my problem, although forgoing all the supernatural stuff, she put together a flower bouquet made entirely of white flowers and gave them to me telling me that it would represent my pure intentions for the furthering of our relationship. I take the flowers and give her the money then I go to Buffy's house. I was making my way up the walkway when Buffy came out of the door, meeting me halfway.

"I thought you were leaving," she said as she reached me.

"I have a reason to stay," I told her handing the flowers to her.

"They're beautiful," she said taking them.

"So are you," I tell her stepping closer.

"I told you, Faith. I'm not going to be another notch on my headboard that you can just sleep with and move on," she told me shoving the flowers back at me, and marching back towards her house.

"Wait, B, stop. Buffy, please," I said chasing after and grabbing her arm. "I don't want you to be just another notch on my bedpost. You mean more to me than that. That's why I brought the flowers. The women at the flower shop told me they mean pure intentions."

"Pure intentions?" Buffy said turning back.

"I really like you, B. It's not about sex although I won't object if sex is offered," I said offering the flowers again. "I know you are at least attracted to me, or else you wouldn't have kissed me back."

Buffy took the flowers back and smiled. "I have a lot going on right now."

"Yeah, I know with Soulboy and everything, but I want you to know that now that I know I have shot, I won't give up easily," I told her with a wink.

"Do you want to come in? My mom's making breakfast and Willow and Xander are on their way over for some Saturday morning cartoonage," she told me.

"No, I don't want to be horning in on your Scooby time," I said shrugging.

"It's not horning in if you have an invite," Buffy said.

"Great because I'm starved," I told her heading into the house.

"Faith, Buffy said she wasn't expecting you this morning," Mrs. Summers said when I walked into the kitchen while Buffy went up to her room.

"You know me, Mrs. S. Always into the surprises," I said smirking swiping a pancake off the top of the pile she had just finished cooking.

"Well, with two Slayers eating I'm guessing I'm going to need to make more pancakes," she said using the spatula to swat my hand when I tried to steal another. "And no more for you until everyone gets here."

I was about to comment when the door opened revealing Willow and Xander. I smiled largely and grabbed another pancake. "Gangs all here which means I can eat."

"Okay, fine, Faith, but please use a plate," Mrs. Summers told me rolling her eyes.

"No prob, Mrs. S, all over it. What's up Xan-man, Red?" I said with a quick wave.

"Hey, Faith, joining in on the Saturday morning cartoons?" Xander asked.

"That's the plan Xan-man," I said with a wink.

"Awesome the more the merrier I always say," Xander said.

"Yeah, totally great to have you," Willow said blushing.

"What's wrong, Red? You're turning as red as your hair," I asked her.

"Nothing, it's just a little hot in here. I'm hot. Are you hot?" she asked turning to Xander and Mrs. S.

"I feel a bit warm, I guess," Xander said confused.

"Great everyone's here. Grab a plate and lets move this party to the living room," Buffy said as she walked into the kitchen. Then she glance over at Willow and noticing how red she was asked. "Whats wrong with Willow?"

"She's hot," I told her shrugging. Then seeing the look that crossed her face I realized what she thought I meant I backtracked. "I mean she's too warm."

"Right," Buffy said rolling her eyes.

We all fixed our plates and made out way to the living room. We sat down and spent the rest of the morning watching cartoons.