Chapter Nine

Later turned out to be a long time away, and by then we'd forgotten. I doubt very much that Faith cared where I'd learned to do what I did, she just thoroughly enjoyed it and wanted me to do it again. And again.

The sun was coming up, all golden and warm…this place really was paradise. Being held in her arms wasn't too unparadisey either. I could hear her heart beating, and when I looked up at her, she was smiling down with so much love…Well I could have just stayed inside her gaze forever.

Then her eyes softened even more, and I knew whatever she was going to say was going to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard in my life:

"Starvin' B, you?"

Okay, so she was still Faith. Nothing anyone could do about that, not that I'd want them to. It's Faith I love, every bit of her…literally.

We ordered a huge room service breakfast, and Faith told them to knock and leave it outside. Then she insisted we had time for a quickie before the food arrived. Either we were at it longer than we thought or the delivery was prompter than it'd ever been before. The bottom line? I was screaming my head off when there was a knock on the door.

I was embarrassed, but Faith didn't care.

"Not like they know it was you. Coulda been me."

"Regardless, it's…"

"It's us B, always gonna be that way."

"You think?"

She'd successfully rolled the cart in, and I was very much enjoying the sight of her breasts bouncing and swaying as she strolled along totally nude.

"Hell yeah. We'll be goin' at it in some supply closet at the `Old Slayers Home'."

I laughed at the image of her as an old lady, still just as sexy as she was right now. When my eyes met hers I felt a shiver run down my spine, and her words made me even crazier:

"Gonna make you scream then too."

Okay yes, I wanted sex again, right now.

"Whoa, hold on, B. We agreed we needed to eat some food."

She was so cute, pouring our juice, making my tea just like I like it, separating the red Fruit Loops out for me. She was whistling under her breath as she got everything ready, and I knew I would never stop loving her. I was hooked forever, and I felt nothing but happiness at that thought. My heart was hers, and there was no one I trusted more with it.

"What?"

She was staring at me with a shy goofy smile on her face.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I love you."

"Oh. Well that's not nothing B, that's everything."

"Yes it is."

Her smile almost blinded me.

"Alright B, just for that you get extra jelly."

"And?"

"'And'? Damn, sure are greedy. Okay, can give you this too."

She leaned down and kissed me, and okay yes, I definitely wanted sex right now.

"…B…"

"Yes?"

"Pretty sure if you keep doin' that, food's gonna get cold."

"And?"

"We…gotta…eat…and......Buffy…"

Then I heard a loud growl. It was my stomach, a traitor to the cause.

She pulled away from me, and I whined:

"Faith…"

"No, we gotta eat. Can't have ya wasting away, I need all your stuff just like it is."

"Fine, but I'm doing this under protest."

She handed me two plates filled with food, pulled the cart right next to the bed, and got back where she was supposed to be. It was hard, but we concentrated on the food until we'd finished. I did prevent her from using up all of the syrup, I had plans for it.

Eating in bed is messy, and having sex with syrup is even messier. It is fun though, so having the sheet stuck to different parts of my body was a price I was more than willing to pay. Faith's breasts were the only thing that didn't have any syrup on them, which was strange because that's where the syrup first made its appearance. Life's a mystery, for sure.

We slept for a few hours all wrapped together, and when I woke up, Faith was lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand as she stared at me. She didn't say a word, and I felt a little on the self-conscious side:

"Uh…hi."

"Sleep good?"

"Oh yeah. I think someone kinda wore me out."

"Know the feeling."

She just kept staring at me.

"What? Was I talking in my sleep? Is my hair funny?"

"Nope."

"Well, what? Why are you staring at me?"

"Just trying to figure out how you can be so fucking beautiful."

God, she just makes me melt.

"Oh."

"I mean, you're pretty. Way, way, way pretty, but that's not it. Even when you're sleeping, whatever's in you just kinda shoots out…You're so beautiful Buffy, like nobody I've ever seen."

I got all teary then.

"Faith…"

"Fuck B, not gonna start crying are you?"

I was and I did.

She rolled over onto her back and pulled me to her. Her arms wrapped around me, and she laughed all low and sexy.

"You are without a doubt the toughest person I've ever known, but man you are such a big sissy girl."

I punched her shoulder.

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell no. I dig everything about you."

"Then shut up."

"Okay."

We snuggled for awhile, and of course that all escalated until we made the slowest, softest love know to man…or woman.

It went on forever, and it was so beautiful and intense I really have no idea how to describe it. It was like it was us, every part of us, just right there out in the open. We had nothing between us, no walls, no defenses, there was nothing but her and me.

We decided to go to our favorite restaurant which was a bit painful because it meant we had to get out of bed. We eased the pain by showering together, and all I'll say is: water running down Faith. It took us almost an hour to get out of there.

The bathroom looked like a tornado had blown through it. There was a piece of the molding smashed in, a towel rack was down, the door was broken from when Faith came in to get me, and we'd left the water running with the shower door open for a couple of hours while we got things straightened out between us. The bathroom was definitely worse for wear…

"Worse for wear", that's kind of weird. It's almost like Yoda talk or maybe it's just old British…The point is, isn't everything worse with wear or use? Why do…

Her voice came in loud and clear from the sitting area:

"Hey, no time for daydreaming, Blondie. Feel like I could eat a horse."

"One more minute!"

Great, another one. Who would want to eat a horse? I guess that's what that means because you'd have to be really desperate to eat a horse, but then when you consider all the alternatives, eating a horse is definitely not the absolute worst…

"Buffy Summers, if you don't get moving…"

I was tempted to make her come and get me, but we really did want to eat at our place one last time.

"I'm coming!"

"No you're not, but promise I'm gonna make that happen later."

Then we were out the door, and finally it was handholding time. I was so happy about that, I was swinging our hands almost wildly between us as we walked.

"B, what the hell are you doing?"

"I've been wanting to hold your hand since we got here. I'm just really happy."

"Well you're makin' us look like geeks."

But her grip tightened on my hand, and a big smile lit her face.

We got a great table and our waiter, and we ate like two Slayers who'd been having endless sex. It was crazy how much we ate. No one said a word, they just kept bringing what we ordered, but they had to be wondering where we were putting it all.

For dessert Faith got her chocolate cake, and I thought I'd have the hot fudge sundae, for old time's sake. Our waiter smiled when he brought it:

"Please be careful this time. Chocolate is meant to be eaten, not worn."

"Don't know about that. B pulls it off like ya wouldn't believe."

I flushed red, but Faith and the waiter just laughed.

"I see. Well in that case, enjoy it in whatever way you choose."

He walked off still laughing, and I could feel my face burning.

"So B, ya on the level this time?"

"Well I do have plans, but I don't need any tricks to make them happen."

"No, ya don't."

I ate the sundae as slowly as I could, licking the spoon suggestively and staring at her as I did. She was squirming by the second bite, and I wasn't even halfway done before she was calling for the waiter. She was on her feet looking down at me when he got there:

"Same card, give yourself a hundred. Appreciate the service, but we gotta go."

"It's been a pleasure, ladies."

Faith jerked me out of my seat and dragged me outside. We went down the side alley and she slammed me up against the wall.

"But F, I didn't get to tell him goodbye."

"Really shouldn't do that with your tongue."

"I shouldn't?"

"Not unless it's on me."

Then we were kissing, and my leg was wrapped around her waist. We were seconds away from doing it, but Faith…that's right, Faith… stopped us.

"Can't do it here."

"Yes we can."

"People walk through here all the time."

"Then they'll get a great show."

"B…"

I was using my sundae tongue on the sensitive spot on her neck…

"Okay…stop B…"

…and my hand was under her shirt. May I say that her not wearing a bra is the absolute best thing about her?

"Buffy…families…kids…please."

I stopped reluctantly as that sunk in.

"Just gotta hold on until we get back to…"

"No, come on."

I grabbed her hand and we went down by the beach. Slayer speed quickly got us to a deserted spot, and I hauled her into a little clump of trees that offered us some privacy.

"B, what the…"

There was no more talking. I had her twice up against a tree, and I had to make myself stop. I held her upright while she recovered, and the feeling of her breath blowing on my neck made me want her all over again.

"Jesus...B, gotta give me…a minute here."

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"Not this sec, no."

But she was right, I could have taken her again and again. Okay clearly I couldn't get enough of her, but I didn't want to kill her… not literally anyway.

"Okay, I'll be good."

"`Sides, was you who was teasing me."

"And?"

"Think I'm supposed to be doing the ravaging here."

"Really? I think the rule is that the stronger, better Slayer gets to…"

We switched positions just like that.

"Guess you need to learn your place."

"And where might that be?"

"Under me."

"Are you sure, because I know I'm the Head Slayer and…"

It was a long time before we made it back to the hotel, satisfied, sandy, and happy. The moon was out as was every star ever made, and they all lit up the water as we walked along.

I sighed and she pulled me closer.

"What's with the big exhale?"

"I just wish we didn't have to go back tomorrow."

"Yeah, with ya on that."

We sat down on a lounge chair by our pool, me safely tucked between her legs with her arms wrapped around me. We stared up at the sky for awhile, just enjoying the quiet together.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

I leaned back into her, my head coming to rest on her shoulder as I kissed her neck:

"I love you."

"I know, and I gotta say it's the best fucking thing ever."

"And I gotta agree. In fact, I'd say it's wicked great."

"Don't start with me, B."

"But it's wicked fun, F."

"You're just beggin' to get your ass tossed in the pool."

"Right. No way would you…Faith!"

I was sailing through the air, and I just managed to hold my breath before I went under. As I came up, I was hit in the face with a wave of water, thanks to Ms. Cannonball.

The battle lasted forever, and this time when it ended, it was me who carried her out of the water. I leaned down and kissed her with all the love I felt, and when our lips parted, she was smiling up at me.

"So, let that be a lesson to ya."

"Oh it definitely was F, it was a wicked lesson."

We entered our room to find it was still a mess. We'd left the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, and the staff had heeded the warning.

"Oops."

"Probably for the best. Looks like a fucking bomb went off in here."

"It's definitely an area of the disaster kind."

She grabbed a towel and threw it around her shoulders.

"Tell ya what, you strip the bed and I'll grab us some fresh sheets."

She was out the door, so I got to work. I stripped the bed, gathered up all the used towels and put everything into a neat and tidy pile. There, that looked……

God, Giles was going to kill us. Not only were we going to have to pay for the repairs in the bathroom, Faith had also torn a huge chunk of the molding off the French doors. No wonder Slayers never get to go on vacation, we're a menace to hotels everywhere.

But back to Giles…Maybe he'd be so thrilled that my plan had worked, he wouldn't even care that the whole thing had cost him a million dollars. Hey a girl can hope, even if it's a delusional hope…….God, he was going to kill us.

"Got'em. Figured we needed towels too."

"I can't believe you got back so fast. Did you run all the way to the lobby?"

"Didn't go there. Just to the linen room."

"Oh, it's lucky you ran into somebody. I didn't think they'd be around this late at…"

"I busted in."

"Faith!"

She looked not the slightest bit guilty.

"What? Think I was gonna put a show on for the perverts in the lobby? Not doing a wet T contest tonight for anybody…'cept you."

When I thought about it, I realized it was a good decision on her part. I was definitely the jealous type, and I didn't want anyone but me enjoying what she had to offer.

"Well maybe we should have called and…"

"…maybe got'em by tomorrow. C'mon B, let's rinse off and get the bed made."

We got in and out in a reasonably fast time. Just some kissing and very creative back washing…front washing…side washing. Still all in all, we managed to control ourselves.

We didn't bother putting on our "night shit", what would be the point? Instead we started making up the bed. It all went fine as we put on the fitted sheet, but when I shook out the top sheet and watched it float down, I got this strange feeling of déjà vu.

I looked across the bed at her:

"They smell good, don't they?"

Faith looked startled:

"What?"

"Clean sheets…like summer."

"I wouldn't…B?"

"Are you remembering this?"

She was, I could see that she was. She looked so sad, of course she was remembering.

"...Yeah."

I walked around to her side of the bed and took her hands in mine:

"But it's different this time."

"Yeah."

"I never forgot Faith, never. And this time I'm staying."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely yeah."

"…Good `cause I was gonna have to insist on it."

Her arms were around me then, pulling me close.

"I like it when you insist."

"B?"

"Shhh…don't. None of that matters anymore, it hasn't for a long time."

"But…"

"Hey…"

I pulled back so I could look at her.

"…don't make me get tough."

She smiled then.

"What would ya do?"

"Well first…"

I shoved her down onto the bed.

"…I'd kiss you."

And I did.

"Then I'd have to show you who's boss."

"And ya think that's you?"

I sat down on her and wriggled around until she groaned and grabbed me by my hips.

"Don't you?"

"Right at this moment? No doubt about it."

I leaned down and stretched out, our bodies touching everywhere.

"I love you Faith. And as much as I regret so many things, I wouldn't change a moment of our past. It led us right here, and there's no better place than where we are now."

My hands were busy exploring her, God she was so perfect, and she couldn't really respond with words.

"So there's stuff in the past that's painful, things we did that we feel bad about…"

Faith was moving now. I guess it would be more accurate to say that I was moving her because it wasn't like I was giving her a choice.

"…but they're in the past, and that's where they're staying. Because here in the present?"

I was inside her now, moving with Slayer speed as I took her where we both needed to go.

"Well here in the present there's just room for you and me, the way we love each other, the way we need each other and…F?"

I made her answer me, leaving her hanging right on the edge until she did:

"…Y…Yeah?"

"The way we fuck each other."

It was a good rest of the night, and when we finally went to sleep, we were wrapped in each other's arms. Her head was on my breast, her arm and leg were thrown over me, and the best part? Well there were two best parts. We were both naked and she wasn't drunk.

I'd brought us here with one goal in mind: to make her see that we belonged together. Well we're leaving tomorrow afternoon, and my mission's been accomplished. I've got Faith, every delicious inch of her, and she's got me. I think we both did okay.

I tighten my hold on her because I want her even closer. I know I'll never get her close enough, but I'm going to spend a lifetime trying. One very happy lifetime.

I feel something wet on my chest…Great, I think she's drooling on me. Before I can check it out she lets out a loud snort, and now here comes the snoring.

What can I say? She's Faith. Sure she's changed, she's all grown up now, but she's still all Faith.

Dangerous, wild, hot-tempered, impulsive, rough, crude, funny, sweet, smart, dark, sexy, and nobody's picnic. Wait, I take that back. She's my picnic, whatever that means.

All I know for sure is that she's mine. And how in the hell did I ever get so goddamn lucky? Ha,ha,ha, now I'm swearing like a sailor.

I guess it's official, the Golden Girl has been corrupted. Well that works for me, in fact I'd say it works like nothing else ever has.

Life is good, life is great, life is just wonderful now. I have everything I've ever wanted: my family, my home, my career, and of course the woman I love with every ounce of my soul. Yep, it can't get any better than this, everything is just perfect.

Oh wait, there is one thing…I still hate Kennedy.

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I woke up to the sound of Faith talking to someone:

"Look, ya wanna give me another complex?"

"Well how else can I take it? Ya did it for B."

"Yeah okay, was for both of us. But how's it count if I didn't even know about it?"

"How come all she had to do was ask?"

"Oh fuck me, Giles c'mon!"

"So you gotta spend some more dough. Ya got plenty!"

"It's not a waste. Consider it your big chance to make your best Slayers happy."

"Ya really want the specifics?"

"Didn't think so. G-man, c'mon. Five more days is all. That's like nothing."

"Yeah?! Really?! Thanks, Giles!"

"Um look…Could ya get the room next to us again?"

"No it's not! Fuck if you saw the set-up, you'd get why it's important."

"Wow yeah, that is pricey. So you gotta get the two rooms, plus pay for the other rooms for the people who were supposed to get these rooms?"

"For sure. It's like payin' for four rooms. Did I mention this'll get ya our undying loyalty?"

"Well yeah ya do, but you'll get it even more…I don't know. Work with me here."

"She's good. She's perfect. We're havin' a blast."

"Yeah, saw some sights a few days ago. But not like we're here to sightsee."

"Giles, we're in love, okay? Been waiting like fifty years to be with her."

"Are you kidding me? Only formations I'm looking to climb are on Buffy."

"I know…I know…Yeah, I'm sure it's cool…Sounds wicked interesting… Yeah…"

"`Cause we'd rather fuck each other, okay?! How goddamn old are you anyways?"

"Christ, can hear you cleaning your glasses all the way over here. Sorry."

"So you're not mad?"

"Good."

"Oh man, you wouldn't believe how happy I am. Hell, I don't even believe it. She loves me, how'd that ever fucking happen?"

"Thanks Giles, that means a lot to me. I…thanks."

"Ha! Yeah, guess you're like my father in-law now."

"No we didn't get married, but I wanna."

"Well who else would give her away?"

"Yeah, I know you do. She knows it too."

"Look, enough with the sappy shit. So we're good here?"

"Right. Call back if there's any trouble, otherwise we'll figure it's cool."

"Thought when I got back I'd…No! You tell that little punk I will kick her ass if she pulls that!"

"What?! Listen, Red better grab hold of her `fore I do…Better yet, I'll sic B on her."

"No clue, guess I'm gonna have to ask her. Anybody give you the skinny?"

"Oh Christ, don't start whining. Course you're always out of the loop, you're our Watcher."

"What? Ya want us all squealin' on each other like a buncha pussies?"

"Okay then. Hey, did Cyclops get back in one piece?"

"Cool, can't wait to see it."

"Oh yeah, Xand's always had balls of steel."

"Yep, I'll tell her."

"I will too!"

"Yeah we'll try, but seriously we can barely get outta the bed."

"Got them glasses going again?"

"Well quit askin' then."

"I know Giles, I get it. But we're not Watchers, we're Slayers. If you were here you…"

"Man, bet you were born with a book in your ass."

"Yeah, well it ain't happenin', okay?"

"Already bought you three fucking books! What, think we never met ya?"

"We will. And Giles? For real now, thanks for everything."

"I know ya do. I do too. Call if there's a sitch ya can't handle, otherwise don't fucking bug us."

"Later."

She hung up and then began walking into the bedroom. Suddenly she stopped and headed back to the phone.

"Yeah hey, can ya send some breakfast our way? The usual's good, maybe add some extra syrup. Cool. Just knock and…That's right. Thanks."

Then she was walking back into the bedroom, and I pretended to be asleep. I wanted to see how she was going to wake me up.

Her lips started at my ankle as she began slowly kissing her way up my leg.

"B…time to…wake up…Breakfast…is on…the way…and…I got…some...great news."

It's just like I said, life is perfect, she's perfect, and we're perfect together. Five more days in paradise, I can get behind that.

Okay right now, when her mouth is where it is, I can't really do anything except say her name over and over.

"Faith…"

"Morning Princess…C'mon…gotta hurry…Room service'll…be here…soon."

"Faith…"

"Let's see about…timing…that scream…just right."

She is just awful. And she is all mine.

Fucking perfect.

The End