The first time Faith strips in front of her, Buffy blushes. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, but it's different when it's Faith. She has a slayer's body, mirroring her own.
It's not Faith's body that makes her blush; it's the thoughts it inspires, the warmness that travels through her.
Stop it, Buffy admonishes herself and averts her eyes, afraid that she has been staring.
"Like what you see, B?" Faith asks. She moves like a cat, ready to pounce.
Buffy swallows hard, but she doesn't look away this time. "Yes."