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The last time Buffy kisses Faith, she's not even in the right body. She's clumsy in Faith's skin, her center of gravity slightly off and her reach no longer the same. Faith inhabits Buffy more comfortably; Buffy watches her shake blonde hair from her face and stretch her arms into the air, testing. They fight. Buffy cracks her own ribs and Faith gasps. When finally they both are broken, Buffy flexes her hand and the blood that pools in her palm is hers, is Faith's; it belongs to them both. She kisses Faith then, and what she tastes is herself.