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Chapter Six

I woke up to somebody fucking with me. They kept shaking me and wasn't that bad for your brain? Or maybe that was just babies. I rolled away before I pasted them one…which was getting more likely every second 'cause they followed right along when I crossed the bed.

"Faith, breakfast is here."

"Hmm?"

"All your favorites. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, orange juice, fruit. Come on…"

"…Cereal?"

"Raisin Bran and Fruit Loops."

Final test question:

"Toast?"

"Yep. Regular and French."

Damn, Slayer's got my favorite breakfast goin' on.

"Be right there."

She didn't leave 'til I actually sat up because I've been known to fall right back asleep. Still, with chow on the table and B waiting for me, I was more than ready to rise and shine.

My shirt was trying to strangle me and I jerked it down as I stood up and yawned. This sleeping in clothes shit sucked, but it wasn't like I could just raw it up with B in the bed with me. With the kinda problems I was having, I was beginning to think a suit of armor might work best.

When I got to the table, B was drinking her crappy tea. Boy, Giles sure had brainwashed the shit outta her to make her like the stuff as much as she did. I wanted to say something about it, but I couldn't because Jesus fucking Christ…

B had the table and the whole space around it so fucking…beautiful. All the food was laid out just right and there were flowers everywhere I could see.

"Good morning."

She said it like it was an everyday thing to have a breakfast like the one taking place.

"Mornin', B. Smells delicious, I'm starving…Hey, you do all of this?"

"Well I thought it'd be nice to…"

I was trying hard to be casual, but I felt like a little kid. I was all excited and I couldn't keep it in, so I talked right over her:

"Man, looks great! Flowers are awesome."

"Really?"

If anybody'd ever told me I'd just ignore food that was waiting for me…but that was exactly what was happening. I was walking around looking at all the different kinds of flowers up close, they were so freakin' pretty and I couldn't get over it.

I finally clued in that she'd asked me a question, so I answered it:

"Yeah. Listen you tell anybody and I'll kill ya, but I really dig flowers."

"You do?"

"Way girly I know, but it's true."

"I love them too."

It made me laugh because she gave me an excuse for being such a girl and I took it. I blamed it on us being Slayers, she teased me about it, which I loved way too much, and then I dug in.

I grabbed the pancakes and poured a little syrup, then felt her staring.

"Oh hey, sorry. Did you want some?"

Turned out she'd already had her fill, so the flapjacks were all mine. It was already shaping up to be a perfect day, better than perfect, whatever that could be.

She had a buncha those free brochures they have in every motel lobby, and she was studying them like our lives depended on what she found out. I asked her what she was reading to get her talking, and she said all serious:

"Some brochures on some touristy spots. I thought we could…"

"Nah, none of that. Let's just find our own cool places."

I chomped on some bacon that was all crispy just like I like it. Nobody seems to make it that way anymore and it drives me nuts when I order bacon and it comes out like trichinosis on a plate. And yeah, I know big words when they can kill me.

B must have special ordered it, which made me crazy happy, and between me tearing them a new one and her barking out special orders, they probably hated us. Not that I give a shit, I'm still holding a grudge. The first time we ordered room service, it never showed up because they were trying to put us on a diet or somethin'.

I talked to the manager and got that shit squared so fast it wasn't funny.

"Look, your job's to provide us with a service, it's right there in the fucking title. When we order food, that's what we want without all the bullshit. If we need your opinion, we'll ask for it. And don't spit in our food neither or I'm comin' down there."

There hadn't been any trouble since, plus it never hurts that me and B are both big tippers. The grunts who deliver definitely like us and when we order, that shit shows up pretty fast, all nice and hot, or cold, depending on what it's supposed to be.

B was still busy hemming and hawing, but no way was I letting her win this one. The real fun's never at the tourist spots.

"No try baby, only do. Find we must, look we shall."

I felt good because Yoda speak always wins the day and…

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Yoda."

"Yoda?"

What the fucking fuck?

"Yeah, Yoda.'Star Wars'? Oh fuck me, are you kidding?"

She got a little defensive, but I could tell the score.

"I know what 'Star Wars' is! I'm just not familiar with all the characters."

A flaw! B had a flaw! So major I can't even tease her about it, I gotta get her fixed.

I made her a piece of toast like she likes it and tried my best to stay calm and not panic.

"Jesus B, I can't believe this! What, are you telling me you're the only person on the planet who missed 'Star fucking Wars'?"

Okay, that sounded panicky, but I was trying.

"What's the big deal? I heard they weren't all that good anyway."

"That's the new ones! Buffy, the originals are classics, you gotta see'em."

I got some food ready for her and started eating my own chow. She took the plate from my hand, but just sort of held it there, then sat it down in slow-mo looking all confused. She was so cute, and here we go.

"Wait, I'm confused. I thought the new ones were the first three."

"Yeah they are, but they're not the 'first' first ones."

"Right, that's all cleared up now."

It was hard to believe my girl was so dumb, but I hid how I felt. I filled up her OJ glass because I think I heard once that orange juice is like brain food…brain drink…whatever, it'll be good for her. I told myself to explain it in short sentences and decided to punch George Lucas if I ever met him.

"The first movies that came out were the middle ones. The ones that just came out are the ones before the middle ones."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did they put out the last ones first?"

Maybe I could punch him once for each movie.

"They're not really the last ones. Were supposed to be three more."

She seemed to get it, but…

"Well shouldn't I wait for those? Then I can just watch them in order."

"No! First of all, there's not gonna be any others."

"Why not?"

I was getting ready to nail my Fruit Loops, so I gave her all of the red ones before I poured the milk. I stalled because how the fuck do you explain the ins and outs to somebody who's not a fan? I had to keep it short because it wascrazy and confusing if you didn't know anything, which clearly she didn't.

"Probably 'cause the guy who does'em sucks now."

"Because?"

"Hard to say, but you definitely don't wanna watch the first three, ya know the ones that just came out."

"Well how will I be able to follow along?"

"B, just trust me on this, okay?"

"Okay…but it seems like a crazy way to tell a story. Plus who wants to watch six movies about the same thing?"

I was all happy because she did trust me, plus she seemed to sorta follow. At least she'd asked a mostly non stupid question.

"Nobody when they turn out so shitty."

"See, this is why I've never seen it. It's confusing."

I polished off the milk left from the cereal. I love it almost more than the main event. It's all sugary and mixed just right, and I can't imagine anything tasting better…food wise.

"I got your back, I'm gonna take care of ya. We just gotta…Hey, are those grapes?"

They were, plus a shitload of other kinds of fruit. And damn, the French toast hadn't even been touched.

I sat back completely full, but not overfull, just all happy and satisfied, and wishing every morning was exactly the same. The sun was shining on her and she looked like she was part of it, like that's what you got when it finally touched down.

I was thinking if I could, I'd pick her up and carry her back to bed. We'd have sex, fall asleep again, and I'd watch the light glide over her hour by hour until the night came and she still kept right on shining.

Yeah, those kinda thoughts didn't help much, so I moved on.

"Ya wanna motor soon?"

She did and she was already sorta ready. I told her to give me ten, then she said she needed fifteen. That made me laugh, she just won't give it up. She's gonna be ninety saying she just needs fifteen, and of course it'll take her like three hours and by then she won't even remember what she was doing. I tell her she gets twenty, then I'm gonna haul her out, ready or not. She stuck to her guns…all with a straight face.

I got up to take my shower, but I sure hated to put an end to breakfast. I couldn't believe she'd gone to so much trouble for me…well, for us, but I'm half of that, so I'm counting it. And I'm definitely claiming the rose as mine.

I bent over to smell it one last time, and I let myself pretend that it really meant what a red rose oughta mean at the center of a beautiful breakfast table.

"Mmm…that smells so good. Thanks for the great breakfast. Sure a nice way to start off the day."

She told me I was welcome, and I headed off to the shower knowing I fucking loved her and everything she did. And I wanted her naked in bed so I could run that rose all over her. I'd go so slow, it would drive her crazy, and my mouth would follow right behind when I dipped it into…

I had to have a private moment in the shower. The day was already shaping up to be special and I didn't want to do anything to mess that up. We were all set to have some fun and I wanted that way more than I could ever explain. To get it I just had to stay calm and act normal, and despite a few recent glitches, I was confident I could pull it off.

Even though I'd been kinda shaky lately, I knew for something this important I could man up. Me and B were gonna take in the sights and hang, and I wasn't gonna let me going nuts mess that up for us. I was gonna be cool and calm, so I took the edge off.

Turned out it didn't even matter because the world was ending anyways. The Princess was ready on time, maybe even early depending on which of us was the official timekeeper. And despite the fact that she didn't spend an hour on herself, she looked smokin' hot just like I knew she would. Her outfit was the same as mine: shirt, shorts and flip-flops, 'cept it looked way, way classier on her.

When she put her shades on, that whole movie star vibe took hold and I made sure not to start drooling. We left with the bare essentials 'cause no way were we gonna lug B's purse around with us. We had the key to the room, some cash and the company card that Giles said we could blow a little money on.

He didn't get specific amount wise, his mistake. He probably figured ten bucks was goin' nuts, but if B spotted a clothing store…Well, the card didn't have a limit, so Giles was definitely gonna be kicking himself when that bill rolled in.

We roamed all over the place, just talking to people and finding out where the best places were. The scenery was just fucking off the charts wherever we went, and it was hard to believe anywhere could be so pretty. Sometimes we just sat for a while not even talking, just enjoying the view before we decided to head out for the next thing we could find.

The best had to be when we saw a real, live unicorn. And here I'd been thinking they were made-up animals, but nope, two kids had their very own right down a little dumpy alley. All they wanted was five bucks from each of us to look at it up close, even pet it if we wanted to.

I couldn't fork the dough over fast enough. Not every day you get to see a unicorn, and who knew it could make a noise just like a donkey or some blonde twins? We petted it, I laughed my ass off, and gave both boys a twenty. Their eyes lit up like it was a million bucks and it was worth every penny to me.

I love when kids pull shit like that. I like seeing them come up with something that takes balls, then assume that nobody can see past their airtight plan. Kids'll try anything, so I like to reward'em for having some guts. That's not always easy to do when you're a grownup, let alone just a kid.

Some old timer was sitting out under a shade tree and told us about a shortcut to this supposedly awesome beach. We thanked him and walked down a nice neighborhood street. Kinda looked like Revello to me and I just started to ask B if she had that same vibe when we got spooked and ran for our lives.

She hit the tree first and I had to do a Slayer leap to get clear. As it was, I swore I felt the fucker's teeth graze my ass, but he couldn't get any grip. Nothing like a pit bull attack to get things jumpin', in our case, for real.

We waited him out, but after more than a few minutes, it was pretty clear he was doing the same thing. And as much as even sitting in a tree with B was good, it was also kinda embarrassing that a damn dog had us shitting our pants. She wasn't saying anything, so I did:

"What are we supposed to do, sit here all fucking day?"

"Well, it is a good view. Look, there's the ocean."

I wasn't sure if she was being funny or just trying to put a good slant on the sitch, but when she suggested we call for help, well that had to be the dumbest idea ever.

"Oh yeah, they're gonna come from miles around to take on a pit bull."

"You have a better idea?"

"Yeah, I jump down and break his fucking…"

"Faith, you can't do that!"

"Sure I can. Turn on the Slayer speed and the little bastard's taken care of."

She started trying to soften him up by talking to him and calling him "Doggie". He just kept growling and begging for me to send his ass to that big pound in the sky.

"B, c'mon! Let me just snap his…"

"No, there has to be…A stick!"

Damn, she sure went all bloodthirsty in a hurry.

"Good idea. I can stake him and then…"

"Faith, we are not killing this dog."

Could she stick…stay with something?

"Hey, you're the one who said we should grab a stake."

She looked at me like I was a dipshit.

"I said a 'stick'! You know, like you use to play 'fetch' with?"

Oh.

"Oh."

"I'll throw it, he'll chase it, and we'll run like hell."

That was a smart idea, which yeah, she is the brains between us, so I told her to go for it.

"Doggie, see the nice stick? Who's a good boy? Do you want the stick? Huh? Does the good doggie want the stick?"

Was she kidding?

"Christ B, ya doin' an interview? Just throw the fucking thing!"

She shushed me like she needed quiet to throw a freakin' stick, and when she finally let it loose, the fucker never even looked away from us. He just kept growling until B called him a "stupid idiot", then he jacked his front hooves up on the tree and started barking with his rabid slobber spraying all over the place.

I'd had it with this fuckhead, and I broke off my own stick and grabbed the switchblade from my back pocket. I always keep a knife on me for sitches just like this. Yeah, you keep right on barking, death's comin' for you, pal.

"What are you doing?"

I didn't even look at her as I kept whittling.

"Pretty sure I can get the tip sharp enough to pierce…"

She went mental.

"Faith, we are not killing a dog!"

"Why? Not like he's a puppy or 'Dog of the Year' material."

"Still…"

"Be doing the neighbors a favor. Bastard probably terrorizes everybody, kills off all the kids…"

"We don't know that."

She's so sweet and stupid, I wanted to reassure her that I had this under control.

"Look, I'll make sure I nail him in one shot."

B was getting all worked up, like I was expecting her to do it.

"Faith, we cannot hurt, maim, or kill a dog."

I love dogs, but this thing wasn't a dog. It either had some demon in it or a really bad attitude, and I had a responsibility to slay the little punk. I was trying to explain that to her when the worst thing ever happened.

"Um…Excuse me."

A kid was standing next to the devil dog and staring up at us. We told him to freeze, but he just sat down and Cujo suddenly knew where his next meal was coming from and didn't want it getting away. He kinda pinned the kid down and me and B were ready, just like that.

She told him to move his hand away from about fifty thousand teeth, but he didn't. Instead he asked why and I wanted to scream at him: "Don't fucking argue with her, just do it!", but I kept my voice even 'cause I didn't wanna agitate anybody.

"Kid just listen to Buffy, okay? Move your hand and…"

"But Daisy loves it when I do this!"

What the fuck? Did he have heatstroke or somethin'?

"Who the hell's 'Daisy'?"

"Hey, no swearing allowed!"

The Hellmouth's guard dog had rolled over and was almost out cold, but the dumb kid was too busy barking out the House Rules on swearing to run. And right, like I'm takin' orders from Pint Size anyway…well, a Pint Size not named "B".

Speaking of Buffy, her hand was on my arm to stop me from jumping down. For some reason she wanted me to wait and if she'd have been anybody else, I'd have shrugged them off and hit the ground fighting. But it wasn't anybody else, so I waited.

She introduced us and he let her know he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, which is a sound strategy because ya never know who's walking around outside. She asked who the fuck "Daisy" was and it turned out Daisy was Cujo, his freakin' dog. He told us she was three years old, which was good to know for the headstone, then asked us what the hell we were doing in his tree.

B tried to sugarcoat it, but fuck that. Kid knows his own dog, so I cut her off and said it straight:

"Had to climb up here to save our asses."

He smiled at that, kinda proud and kinda like it was funny, which I guess it was. He was wicked cute when he grinned, and ya had to like a kid who could handle a monster for a pet. I asked him to call her off so we could get down and he offered to stuff her in the house.

He didn't move though, just kept looking up at us with a big smile.

"You guys look really funny sitting up there."

"Ya know, was just telling Daisy that 'fore you got here."

That cracked him up and he let me know Daisy didn't talk. I acted surprised:

"Explains why she didn't answer."

"You're funny."

Yeah, ain't I just? He got up and so did Daisy, and I couldn't get what I was looking at. Daisy definitely looked like "Dog of the Year" material as she bounced all happy at the kid's side and swiped at his hand with the biggest tongue this side of a cow.

B looked just as stunned and we looked at each other, then back at the killer beast who'd scared the shit out of two Slayers. No way would anybody figure this dog would hurt a fly, and sure as fuck not the kid she was all over. They looked like buddies from way back.

Daisy drank some water from a trough on the porch and the kid said we were in the clear. We hopped down and I rubbed my ass to get some feeling back into it as we walked off. Everything was good, then we heard:

"Hey!"

They were running at us full speed and I knew this was it. I was gonna have to let Daisy chaw down on me 'cause no way could I off her with the kid watching. I started to tell B to take off and save herself when the kid held out my knife.

"You dropped this."

"Yeah, I did. Thanks."

He handed it over, and damn. I'd have so kept it when I was a kid.

Daisy was way concerned about the sitch. She was sitting next to him doing her best to stay awake, and I was pretty sure she wasn't gonna make it.

Meanwhile, Pint Size said I was welcome, then looked way too sad when he turned to go. I mean, I know me and B are all that but he didn't, so I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"What's with the sad face?"

"My mom says I have to clean-up my room."

"Gotta do what your mom says."

I saw B nod at that, so I knew I was right. Still it must suck sometimes, even when the mom's a good one.

"I know…But it sure is nice out today."

It turned out the problem was he had to clean his room and his mom was sick of telling him. It was down to the wire now, and if she had to tell him again he was screwed right up until bedtime. No playing outside, no dessert, no videogames, no fun at all.

I squatted down.

"Listen kid, just suck it up and get it done. Take ya what, twenty minutes? Then you get the good stuff, dessert and videogames, you and Daisy out here. Can't beat that."

"Yeah, but I hate cleaning my room."

"Crappy job for sure, but not as bad as no fun for the whole rest of the day. Plus your mom'll be all upset, and who needs that?"

He was on the fence, trying to figure out which way to go.

"Twenty minutes of doing somethin' ya hate, then you get a buncha hours of fun. Do the math, just makes sense, ya know?"

"…I never thought about it like that. That does make sense."

"Well? Haul it, she ain't gonna stay calm forever."

"Thanks!"

He took off for the house, Daisy right with him. When they hit the porch he yelled out to us:

"Hey Faith and Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"My name's Danny!"

Fuck, what a cute kid. I snuck a peek at B and she looked…all dreamy, I guess is the word. She was either in love with Danny, which seemed kinda unlikely since he was like eight, or she was thinking about family stuff – Dawnie, her mom, maybe even being one herself. All I could say for sure was that she looked fucking beautiful.

We walked kinda slow down the sidewalk, no hellhounds snapping at our heels this time. I was feeling pretty good: helping out Danny, spending time with B…

"You are so good with kids. It's neat to watch."

I felt myself flush, inside and out. I was all happy that she thought that and liked it, but it didn't exactly fit with my tough guy image. I was kinda embarrassed, so I tried to blow her off.

"Whatever…I mean, you know."

"If you weren't a Slayer, you'd make a great counselor or something."

C'mon B, I'm a train wreck.

"Oh yeah, with my track record I'd…"

She grabbed my arm hard and spun me around.

"I don't give a damn about your track record."

Jesus, she was all worked up, almost mad.

"B…"

"No, you listen to me: You are wonderful Faith, there's no one I respect more than you. Fuck your track record."

What the fucking hell? Did Buffy Summers just say "fuck"?

"…Did you just say 'fuck'?"

She tried to blame her potty mouth on me, not that I gave a shit. B'd said fuck and she'd said it just right, with an attitude and everything. I'd actually fucked her up, my job was done, and I told her the Scoobies were gonna kill me.

"We'll deal. Besides, sometimes fu…the F-word is called for."

What a little pussy girl she is. No way was I not gonna tease her for it either.

"Oh hell, so it was just a one-time deal? Whew, had me shakin' in my boots for a sec, B."

"I might say it again…if the situation calls for it."

I had to laugh, she was the cutest thing ever.

"What sitch might that be? Let's see, if maybe pastels go out of style?"

"Oh, shut up."

Not likely any time soon.

"I know, yogurt production dries up!"

"I'm thinking now might be a good time."

"Yeah? Then let'er rip, B."

This was the best fun ever. I could actually see her gearing up. C'mon B, you can do it……

"Go to hell, F."

"Aw, sorry B. But still, pretty good for an amateur. Don't feel too bad."

The fact that she'd tried to sell it just made me laugh even harder.

"Faith…"

"Swearing's hard work, takes years of practice. Hey, wanna hit a couple of stores? Might make ya feel better?"

I ended the last couple sentences in a question, like a ditzy Valley Girl, just seeing if I could send her into orbit. One look told me she was fighting it. She wanted to kill me, but I'd offered up shopping, so what was a girl supposed to do? I turned the screws a little tighter:

"So what do ya say, Slayer? Wanna hit the stores?"

"Clothing stores?"

"Yep, think I can handle it for a while."

Plus I can always slit my throat if I gotta.

B hauled ass and I had to run to keep up with her.  We went in this one place and never came out. She tried on everything at least fifty times and she modeled all of it for me, and yeah, a bitchin' time was had by all.

I sat in a chair, imagined what she looked like as she switched clothes, and before I knew it she'd be back in a brand new outfit. I could sit there and look her up and down right out in the open. As long as I didn't drool or grab her and fuck her while she leaned over the counter, nothing seemed weird at all. I was just her best girl friend, giving my honest opinion to keep her looking sharp.

She bought a shitload of stuff for her, Dawn, Willow, and neither of us could have been happier. She was all excited to be with clothes for so long, and I was all happy to be with her. Neither of us had any complaints except I was wishing I could kiss her and hold her hand as we started window shopping. 

There was a cool souvenir place a few doors down, so we decided to grab everybody a little piece of fun shit. We got a buncha cheap touristy stuff, we even bought Kennedy something, even though B's eyebrows shot up into her hairline when we counted her in. I figured on a snow globe for her because if I didn't like how she responded when we gave it to her, I was gonna bust it on her head.

I had all of the stuff in a couple of baskets and after I checked out, I saw B had that look on her face like she was pulling one. Turns out she was, she'd somehow bought me something without me seeing it. The whole store was nothing but tacky, so I knew it was just a gag gift, but I was still all excited.

First: I love getting presents. Two: B got it for me. C: Give it to me.

It was love at first sight. I couldn't stop laughing because it was so fucking funny and so fucking perfect. It was a sappy t-shirt with a unicorn on it and it was fuckin' rad. I spotted a little supply room and the owner smiled and gave me the go ahead. I couldn't wait to get it on.

I kept trying to decide what was best: the glitter or the fact that it said "I Believe" in these trippy colored letters. It was so cool and it fit just perfect. I came struttin' outta that room like I owned the place, and I did. People were gonna shit themselves when they got a load of this shirt. B already was, the look on her face told me that, and I was willing to bet she even believed. No matter what, it was the best gift ever.

We walked around some more, then found this cool restaurant that sat on a cliff and had this rockin' view of the ocean. Of course when you're with B, you've always got a rockin' view anyway, 'cept she doesn't come with the ocean. Bet I could make her though.

We got this big plate of starters, then I ordered half a cow and B ordered a big red roach. I never get the sea food love. Fish, sure, they're fish. They look like fish, act like fish, and you eat'em. But the rest of the things? They're bugs.

They look and act just like bugs, and just 'cause they're doin' it in water doesn't change a thing. Stick a roach in some water and watch it pull out a pair of shades and float around like it's on vacation in Florida. They don't fool me and I don't care what anybody says – no way am I eating a bug, 'cept sometimes when I'm on my bike.

B loved her insect meal and didn't try to force me to eat it, so it worked out good. We had a drink, then figured we'd walk back to our hotel.  The sun wasn't set yet, and B kept saying my shirt was blinding her. I loved the look on her face. It was like she didn't have a care in the world, and that's not a look Buffy gets to sport much. Right now her only worry was ragging on me, and we were both having nothing but fun.

We were almost back to the hotel when I spotted a store selling DVDs. I told her to hang on, then went in and got the "Star Wars Trilogy". I told the guy about the sitch and he couldn't believe B had never seen'em before.

"Never?"

"Maybe clips here and there, but she didn't even really know who Yoda was."

He shook his head all sad and patted my arm when I picked up the bag.

"You're doing a good thing. Friends don't let friends be stupid."

"I hear ya."

So I came out all excited and B acted like I'd just bought us some stupid chick flicks.

"Are you sure I'm going to like them?"

Gee, I don't know. Just some of the greatest movies ever made about a kid hero who's sort of chosen and has an old guy who's like a Watcher, plus his own Scooby gang helping him out as they all risk their lives over and over to get the job done. No B, you won't be able to relate at all.

"Fuck yeah, they're great!"

I was shoving all of the stuff into this one huge bag the video guy gave me, when B tried to screw everything up.

"Okay, but it has to be a slumber party."

"A slumber party?"

"Yeah."

Uh-oh.

"What's that involve?"

"First we get into our jammies…"

I was gonna fuck with her now.

"What, we gotta regress? Got no 'jammies', just some boxers and a T-shirt."

She rolled her eyes at me, but tried again:

"Fine, first we get into our sleepwear…"

"Geez, what's with the fancy talk now?"

"Faith…"

"Okay, I'll stop. So we get into our night shit…"

She explained and yeah, I was all over that. I just had to get in bed, eat junk food, watch movies, and talk about fun stuff. She cancelled the stupid crap like toenail painting and hair braiding because she wanted it to be fun for me.

I let her know how much I appreciated her being so thoughtful:

 "Well good call 'cause I'm not doing any of that stuff."

"This I know. You're wicked predictable, F."

Have I ever been this happy?

"Oh, so what? Now ya wanna make fun of how I talk?"

"Well it is wicked funny."

"This from a California airhead."

"My F, that's a wicked shirt you're wearing."

"Better knock it off, B."

"Why, are you getting wicked angry?"

She was right by the edge of the water, so she was screwed. No way was I gonna let her get around me.

"Ya keep it up and you're gonna find…"

"Ooh, you're wicked scary, F."

I acted like I was done with her, but I hadn't even started. I just had to make sure to get the goods clear, no way did I wanna waterlog "Star Wars".

I moved all casual, then turned on the Slayer speed as I threw the bag a safe distance. She faked one way, then went the other, and so did I. I tackled her head on, and for a sec we were flying, wrapped in a full body hug. We hit the water hard and even though it wasn't deep, we got soaked. We lifted up and spit out water in between laughs, and I was way happy 'cause I was on top. I could see B got right away that she was fucked.

"Faith…"

"Wow, looks like you're in wicked trouble."

"We need to move."

"Why? Wicked fine right here."

"Faith!"

I pulled her head clear just as water smashed in. After it went back out, I lowered her again.

"Tell ya B, this is wicked neat."

"Okay, I'll stop. I promise."

"But you were having such wicked fun."

Here came the tide again, but this time when I pulled her up, she spun outta my grip. Nice move, 'cept she rolled herself face first right into the wave. I stood up and brought her with me as she coughed up the whole ocean. I was just about dying laughing and B looked like a stunned little kid.

"C'mon, let's get back to the hotel and get dried off."

I thought she was okay, but then she started hacking again and kinda lost her footing in the sand when the water went in and out again. I picked her up and carried back to the beach and uh...uh…

Her face was smashed in my chest right above my tit and her arms were wrapped tight around my neck and her face was right above my tit and…uh…She was all warm even though she was all wet, and her arms felt like two loops of pure fire wrapped around me. She smelled like the ocean, but I could still smell pure Buffy and…uh…

I had to put her down, but I was afraid to move. I wanted her so bad, I couldn't risk shifting at all or I was gonna take her right here in public on the sand. I was talking to myself in my head:

Just swing her down and let go. Just drop your arm that's under the bend of her ass and let her legs touch down...

My arms started shaking and I couldn't stop them. I was having trouble getting enough air in and out because I kept thinking of putting her down and going right with her, our bodies matched up, our lips…

Let go of her so she can stand up. Just let go before you do the worst possible thing ever...Put her down!

Just when I was getting ready to let go, I felt her kiss me all soft on the neck and then her tongue…Oh God, I think I just came.

Put her down! Now!!!I finally did and I turned away from her. Thank God the bag was there, and I started fucking with it while I tried to calm down. I had to look normal fast, please let me look normal…or better yet make me invisible.

My legs were all weak and I couldn't stop shaking no matter how hard I tried. Nobody was saying anything and I needed to cover up my reaction to a tiny, playful kiss.

I said the first thing that popped into my head:

"You're welcome, B."

I went all business on her, trying to get us back to where we needed to be.

"C'mon, let's motor. Got us three movies to watch."

And then I just took off, no clue if she was talking, following, stripping, jumping on my back naked, playing with herself, what the hell ever, because I was so focused on being focused.

I just kept marching back to the hotel. At least my legs felt stronger and it wasn't far. I wanted to look at B 'cause I knew she looked all sexy – half wet, her clothes stuck to her in all the right places, her hair all messed up. I couldn't hang on much longer, I needed to get her out of my sight… even if I wasn't looking at her.

I opened the door and told her she could shower first.

"You go B, I'll order some stuff for us."

I paced in and out of the room, talking to myself the whole time. I wanted her so much and if I didn't fix it fast, I was gonna do something so fucking stupid it would ruin everything between us. I had to get tough, get a wall up, but it was like I couldn't remember how.

Besides, I couldn't do that to B. I hadn't been like that in forever and I didn't wanna be. Not ever again, 'specially not with her. That meant all I could do was just sit wide-open and…try to…be ready…for her to…to…go…down…

"Fuck!"

My mind didn't wanna stop having sex with Buffy, right there in the sand, right here in the pool, right there in the bed, right anywhere she'd let me take her.

I called room service, ordered some stuff, then told'em to swing by the 7-11 next store and snag us some junk food.

"Get it here fast and there's a fifty waitin'."

Mostly to keep myself busy, I stripped and rinsed off in the pool shower. I put a couple of towels on and waited for her to come out. She wasn't much longer and she looked surprised that I was already undressed. I explained and told her the food should be showing up in about ten. Then I was in the shower trying hard not to think about her and the fact that she'd just been naked right where I was now standing.

I fought not to let my mind go there, but my mind was a pervert and I kept seeing us rolling around in the surf, her top still on and clinging to her tits while her shorts were gone. Then we were on the beach and she was sitting on me while she…It was self-abuse time again.

When I came out…not like that…and not like that either…B was in her jammies looking all excited. I popped in "Star Wars" and Obi-Wan, you're my only fucking hope.

B loved everything, even the pukey Ewoks because she's such a girl.

"B, nobody likes'em. Christ, they're…"

"They're cute, like little teddy bears!"

When it was all finished, I felt a lot better. Obi-Wan had come through and I was way calmed down. I cleaned off the bed and straightened out the blankets while she brushed her hair. It had dried all tangled and wavy, like your fingers would get stuck if I tried to…

I concentrated on the bed making and tried to listen to her.

"…cutesy side, but the good guys needed their help to win."

The fucking Ewoks again?

"Yeah, maybe, but shit."

"And then that one…"

"Oh fuck me, don't start bawling again!"

She looked at me like I was heartless:

"Well how could you not?"

"'Cause I was hoping they'd all get…"

And bring on the tears.

"Then when the other one comes back to see if he's okay and…"

"B please, no more waterworks."

She looked sad for real and I didn't want that, so I did my best to cheer her up.

"Look, the little freak died a hero, okay? He's fine now, hanging with Obi-Wan and his crew. It all turned out good."

And yeah, that Obi-Wan's the busiest guy in any galaxy.

She brightened right up and said she loved the story. I should have felt kinda smug, but all I felt was happy. My girl loves "Star Wars", so much so that she wants more.

"So don't I really want to see the other movies?"

"Way better off letting it go. Take my word on this one."

"…If you're sure."

"Fucking positive."

We got under the covers and I turned off my light. I was okay, just thinking about the films and not feeling even a little bit horny.

"Night, B."

"Night."

Her light didn't go off.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for getting me to watch the movies. They were so great."

She was totally serious. Awww…

Sure, can't have my girl…

Oh fuck, I said that out fucking loud! I just called her "my girl" out loud! I had to cover and cover now. Say something!

"I meant like 'girl' friend, like in a 'friend' way. Like in a 'Slayer' way. Like a fucking friend…No! Not like a 'fucking' fucking friend just like a…"

I couldn't shut up, I'd still be going if she hadn't butted in.

"I get it. You don't want me to be a movie dummy."

Thank Christ she didn't get it. What a slip-up, and man, did I ever dodge a bullet. An armor piercing bullet. Fired from a sniper's rifle. By a marksman. No more speaking without thinking for me..

"Right, exactly."

Perfect, real nice, just like that.

"Well thanks."

"Sure, was my pleasure…I mean, it was satisfying…Shit…Night."

That's it. No more sentences that start with "sure". No, fuck that. No more talking at all for me. Time to mime or somethin'.

She finally turned out her light and it didn't take long before she was sleeping. I laid there wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.

"Jesus."

I think I said that out loud too.

 


 

Chapter Seven

The next two days were great, but they were hell too. I was on edge all the time, it felt like I was gonna blow. I tried everything to ease the tension I felt, but nothing worked. I tried working out like a maniac, but no matter how many laps I swam, chin-ups I chinned, or sit-ups I sat up for, nothing changed. I even went out for a run a couple of times, which did dick for me except give me time to think about Buffy. I also thought about just running and never coming back, but being basically surrounded by an ocean kinda scotched that idea.

I'd lost it completely. It seemed like B was all over me all the time, I couldn't shake her. I'd wake up; she'd be right against me. She was always touching, and it seemed like I always caught her staring my way. I could feel her, her eyes would set me on fire wherever they landed. I'd finally suck it up and look at her to make her stop, but that never worked. She'd just do her little half smile thing that made my body come…more alive, even though that seemed impossible, and I'd have to look away.

It was just lucky we weren't dealing with any Big Bad because I woulda been useless. I couldn't hang onto anything, couldn't touch stuff without breaking it or at least knocking it over. I smashed the lamp on my side of the bed, technically "our" side of the bed now, when I was just trying to turn it off.

I was sitting on the edge and right as I reached out and got a grip on the light, B's hand rubbed real soft on the bare skin of my back. I lifted the whole lamp up in the air, and when I tried to sit it down, it shattered against the wall. She didn't even take her hand off now that my shirt had stopped riding up. She just kept moving all slow and warm, like she belonged there.

"You're so tan…even here."

One finger trailed down my spine to the small of my back. She tapped me kinda like X marks the spot, then her hand was gone and she snuggled in for the night.

She didn't say a word about the smashed to smithereens lamp, I guess she figured I was embarrassed enough. The maid got us a new one the next day without squealing on me, and from then on I made sure to turn out my light while I was standing up.

Getting myself off wasn't helping at all anymore. I wanted Buffy and nobody else, not even me, could make the grade. Meals were a nightmare, all I could do was either stare at B's mouth or knock my own food all over the place. We ate at our restaurant and our waiter joked that he should just sit down on the floor and catch the food, silverware and glasses that pretty much hit on a regular basis.

The worst time was near the end of a late lunch. B said we should go back to the room and take a nap, and then she yawned and stretched, pulling her arms high over her head. Her face was full of pleasure and her tits thrust up and…she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. I reached for my beer, but I did it too fast and jerky. Our waiter had put it in a mug and my hand smashed into it as I fumbled around for the handle.

Beer splashed all over the place: on the tablecloth, on my plate and salad bowl, on the floor, on my leg. B just smiled and laughed all sexy as she tossed me her napkin, which I dropped right on top of the mess on the floor. I bent down to get it, straightened up, and smacked our waiter right in the gut. I tipped huge that meal.

Today we were hanging around the pool and I was sleeping. Well, I was pretending to sleep because I had to keep my eyes closed now whenever B was in her suit. I didn't know if it was a laugh or a cry sitch, but why I ever thought a one-piece wasn't as sexy as it should be…Yeah, "Dipshits is Me".

All I could look at when B had that suit on was the way it gripped her tits, the way it dipped and covered her stomach, the way it hugged her ass and glided over her hips. I could see me sliding a hand along her leg, then going under the suit where it met her thigh…Her being covered just made me fantasize about what was being covered, and it was driving me nuts.

"Faith?"

Just leave me alone, please B…

"…Yeah?"

I heard her moving, but before I could register it, she was sitting next to me on my chair. I froze and forgot how to breathe. I tried to loosen my muscles and push some air out, but it was almost impossible. How the hell could she even fit on here with her hot, naked skin touching my…

"Could you put this on me?"

What she was holding was a grenade with the pin pulled out, and I shot offa the chair so fast, only a Slayer coulda stayed in the saddle. As it was, she managed to adjust and keep her balance pretty easy.

We just stared at each for a sec until she took charge:

"Thanks."

She tossed me the bottle, which bounced off my chest and hit the ground because I got my hands up about five minutes late. She laid down on her stomach and her left ass cheek was trying to bust right outta her suit. There was no way I could do what she wanted, no way I could touch her…not without fucking her brains out.

And how could she have any kind of muscle problem? The place had been so dead, we hadn't even gone out on patrol in forever.

"B, we haven't even been slaying."

"I know, crazy isn't it? It's not all that bad, it's just kind of sore."

Maybe I could check in.

"Hey, was thinking we should give Giles a call. Maybe those demons…"

"I called yesterday. There's no change, so he said we should just enjoy our time off."

Food! I could go get food.

"Great…Man, sure am starving here. Want me to run to that sandwich joint you…"

She looked at me then.

"F, come on. It won't take you that long."

Shit, now she thinks I don't wanna help her out.

"…Yeah, I know that. I…"

"Tell you what, I'll return the favor. When you finish with me, I'll do you."

I started choking on my own spit at the images that got going in my head.

"N…no, I'm cool."

She moved over and I had to sit down next to her. There wasn't a lot of room and even though I sat as far away from her as possible, my ass and thigh were brushing up against her. My hands were already shaking by the time I squirted…stuff from the bottle onto my hands.

I touched her back and had to stop.

Do not grab her…Do not grab her…Do not grab her…

I just needed to breathe in and out, slow and deep, then rub…Oh God…

I started working the lotion in, trying my best to ignore how hot and soft she was. There were these little blonde hairs in the small of her back that were so asking for me to kiss them, and then she freakin' moaned.

Buffy sounded like she was getting the best fuck of her life, and I pulled my hands back before I flipped her over and gave her something to moan about. I knew it just felt good to her, there was nothing sexual about it, but fuck, she sounded so sexy…and I had to get out now.

"That's the spot right there. Can you try to work it out?"

Yeah, sure, if I can hump you while I do it.

Okay, it was time to focus. Just rub her like she's a piece of meat…the sexiest, juiciest, hottest piece of meat I've ever seen. I tried to send my mind somewhere else, but unfortunately the best I could do was send it to Buffy's other body parts.

It was pathetic, I was pathetic. I'm a Slayer, for fuck's sake, and Slayers are way, way tougher than this.

I started up again, determined to get through it. I was just helping a friend work out a kink…an orgasm, I mean an orspasm, a fucking muscle spasm. I focused on my breathing and kept squeezing and rubbing, and after a minute I was getting mostly okay. I could handle…

Buffy started shifting, sighing, moaning, and then:

"Mmm…Faith…"

Said like…like that, and I was dying. Still I managed to talk English:

"Okay, think I got it."

"Well I definitely feel…better."

God, she sounded like sex, and my mouth went so dry I had to fight to swallow. I was just seconds away from flipping her over and…

"Great. Wow, it's hot. Gonna take a dip."

I jumped in and started swimming for my life. I wanted to drown because I was barely hanging on and not liking my chances of pulling myself to safety. I wanted her so bad, and it just seemed like everything she did was piling on. She kept smiling, touching me, making me touch her, all with no clue how it was killing me.

Like last night. I was sitting at the table by the pool wishing I had a cigarette, but since B didn't want me to smoke, I didn't have shit. Not that nicotine was really gonna help anyway, hell, mainlining heroin probably wasn't gonna get it done either. I was watching the ocean move when she came up behind me and stroked her hand down my head.

"You have such pretty hair. I love how it can be so thick and wavy…"

I was like in a daze or something because I leaned back into her hand for a few seconds. My eyes fluttered closed when her fingers threaded through it, and I just caught myself from purring like a stupid stray cat who'd finally found her home.

"…and yet always feel so soft."

I stood up fast, leaving at least a couple of hairs behind in case she wanted to run some tests.

"Yeah, been using your conditioner. Gonna order a pizza. Want your own or split?"

I swam faster wondering how much longer it was gonna be before Giles let us go somewhere to do any fucking thing. What were we looking for anyways – a Houdini demon? It shouldn't be that hard to find a loudmouth bent on taking over the world, but even Red's locator spells weren't doing the trick.

As I hit the deep end, I could see the drain down there. At this point, I'd be okay if it had my name on it. Hell, death by drowning didn't seem all that different than what was happening to me. I was already drowning in Buffy: her touch, her smell, her voice, her laugh, the way she looked, the way her eyes smiled a split second before her face did.

The vacation had been perfect, I'd never had such a great time in my life, and it was wicked obvious that me and B went together. There was just a groove we slid into, a click I could hear, and it wasn't the slaying, the fighting, or our history. It was just us, plain and simple, who we were right now.

Buffy and I just work…as friends, and that was the screwy thing because I know that. And even though I love her, I understand that's a dead end. I've gotten used to it. I deal with it every day like a champ, but now suddenly I couldn't. I was on fire and right on the verge of fucking everything up.

She'd freak if she knew how I felt, I'd freak if she knew how I felt, yet I couldn't seem to get myself under control. I had to do something, maybe see someone…a whore or a shrink, either one. 'Cept the problem with that idea was I didn't want anybody but B, and I'd had way more than my fill of shrinks in the joint.

"And how do we feel today, Faith?"

"Like breaking your fucking neck. Want me to express that feeling?"

Yeah, that kinda talk always earned "us" a few days in the Hole, which right now sounded like a great getaway. The smell, the bugs, the paper thin mattress on the razor sharp springs, and the lukewarm water that dripped out of the faucet one slow drop at a time…Gotta go, B! Got a better offer.

This exercise shit wasn't doing anything for me. I was still thinking about her and I was still all turned on and not going off…not either way. What I needed to do was accept that I loved Buffy and wanted her more than anyone's ever wanted anything, but I couldn't have her.

Despite how it sounded, there was nothing new about any of that. It'd been the same old, same old since we were kids, and the only difference now was that this time around I knew the score and how to deal. And I did know how to deal.

B and me were friends, good friends, and whatever was up my ass…um…whatever was riling me up, was gonna pass. It was just a temporary sitch, and I needed to gut it out until it ran its course or until I got back home and could put some distance between us. It wasn't B's fault, it was me bringing my shit to the table and misreading everything she said and did. Well no more of that crazy crap.

I was out of the water and I meant business.

"Good swim?"

"Yeah, refreshing."

Okay, good start. Keep it just like that and don't look at her if you don't gotta. Just sit still and enjoy the pretty blonde day. It's good, everything's all good...Where the fuck's she going? Is she comin' over here again?!

"Do you need a drink?"

"…Any beer left?"

"Maybe one, I'll check."

She went in and I never looked at her once. I was too busy relaxing, check out how relaxed I am…and please let there be a hundred beers crammed into that tiny fridge. I knew I'd be lucky if there was still one hanging around because B had suddenly got tough with me and put the kibosh on drinking.

I'd come up with a brilliant plan to get me through the rough spots: I was gonna down booze all day and all night, but B didn't go for that at all. I could tell she wasn't playing either, so rather than fight with her about it, I just let it go. Was probably a stupid idea anyways, 'specially if we actually had to go slay something.

So no smoking, drinking, or fucking. Exercise was still okay, but I think she said taking a shit needed to be approved by the Home Office. God, no wonder I was so tense. I was a wimpy, pussywhipped, moony girl flouncing around all big eyed and smitten by some tiny scrap of a Cali cheerleader who was somehow cracking the whip and making me ask how high she wanted me to go.

Maybe what I needed was to get my balls back. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that was the problem. Fine, when B got back out here, I was gonna ask her if she wouldn't mind letting me borrow them for just a few hours. But only if she didn't need'em. Fuck knows I didn't wanna upset her or put her out.

"Here you go, last one."

"Thanks."

I didn't look directly at her, and as soon as I had the can secured, my eyes closed tight with no plans to open any time soon. I was just going to sit quiet and alone, just sip my beer and let things settle as I calmed down. Tonight I'd call Giles and let him know we needed something to slay, but for right now I was gonna just sit here and drink like a gutless, shaking, too scared to look, fucked up mess.

"So I was wondering, did you want to go out tonight?"

No, I didn't. Because I will fuck you on the dance floor, on the bar, in the bathroom, in the alley out back…

"Faith?"

"…Where to do what?"

"I was thinking we could go out to eat and then maybe see a movie."

It was a miracle. She just wanted a quiet, low key night of eating and watching a movie. That would be at least two hours of downtime and even though we'd still be together, our attention would be on the screen. That sounded like a real break to me.

"Yeah, that'd be alright."

"It's a date then."

No, no it's not! In fact, it's nothing like a date, it's the exact opposite of a date.

But oh man, me and B on a movie date. Groping each other in the dark, sharing a drink, letting my hand slide under the bucket of popcorn on her lap and…But not tonight, because tonight I was going to watch the movie and clear my mind. I was getting a reprieve and I was taking it.

We kept sitting by the pool, and ten years later Ms. Sex on a Lounge Chair said she was gonna go get ready.

"Okay, take your time, Princess. I won't need much."

I felt way better, way more at ease. The evening and the night were all planned out, and I knew I could get through without too much trouble. Life was good at the moment, plus B would take awhile, so I had even more alone time. I got up to sit on the edge of the pool with my legs hanging in the water. I kicked and watched the ripples glide back and forth while I tried to think of nothing.

No dice though. B was getting ready, so I couldn't help but imagine all sorts of stuff, and it made me happy. She loved to do all of the girly things, and I loved going in after she was all done. The bathroom always smelled like her, all the shampoos and lotions and "Buffy" stuff she used. I'd go in there and be surrounded by her, and although it was sexy as hell, that wasn't what I loved about it.

B is the Slayer, the toughest person I've ever known, but she's also just a woman who likes to do all the things a normal woman does, and I just love getting to be a part of that. It makes me feel close to her, and even though it can also make me feel a little sad sometimes, mostly it just makes me happy and glad to be alive. I never take it for granted either and I…

"Faith?"

"You say something?"

"Yep, the bathroom's all yours."

I hopped up.

"Great. Be ready in a few."

I went in and did my business, then wrapped up in a towel and headed for my bag. I knew I only had one decent shirt left that I could wear for tonight, so I was gonna have to do a load tomorrow while I was wearing my last tee. That was all I had clean except for this backless leather thing I didn't even remember packing. It was a cool top, but not something I wanted to wear around B when things were going like they were.

Those plans changed pretty fast because it turned out I didn't have the shirt I thought I did. All there was was the tee which wasn't really right for dinner out.

"Shit."

"What?"

"Coulda sworn I had another shirt."

She told me not to worry, we'd do some laundry tomorrow to tide me over 'til I got Andrew to do everything else for me.

"Well, Andy does a good job. Guy's a born housewife."

I grabbed the leather and headed back into the bathroom.

It wasn't the end of the world. It wasn't like B was gonna get so turned on she was gonna jump me, and it wasn't like it was a totally trampy shirt that was gonna get us tossed from anywhere either. I just felt a little too sexy in it, but the air on my back felt good and I looked hot. Fuck it.

We headed out to our place, and I was lightening up with every step we took. I like to eat and I'm good at it, even with my eyes closed, so bring it on. B opened the door for me and Kim, the hostess, greeted us by name and gave us a great table. We sat down and yep, there's our boy. He gave me a wave, B couldn't see him because he was behind her, then took off to snag us some drinks and the little rolls we loved.

The meal went great. We laughed our asses off as we ate, and somehow B got me telling stories about training the new kids. We were cracking up like crazy people.

"Yeah, so she says: 'Do I have to read them their rights?'"

B went mental:

"Did you explain that evil dead people have no rights?"

"No, I told her to go ahead and read'em."

"You didn't! She didn't!"

"Yeah, stood right there telling'em that they had the right to remain silent, the right to have a lawyer, whole nine yards!"

"What did they do?"

I could hardly get it out:

"Well…not like they were…the sharpest knives in the drawer. They just stood there goin' along with Cagney like she was Lacey too before they…before they realized how fucking crazy it was. I had to stake'em both 'cause she was too busy lookin' for her cuffs or back up or somethin'."

B was dying. Her face was all red and she was crying a little as she tried to control herself:

"You're making this up!"

"Nope, Slayer's honor. That kid was just clueless."

We ordered dessert. B got the hot fudge sundae, extra fudge, and I picked a double piece of chocolate cake. I didn't wanna be too full for the movie food.

I was proud of B for getting something covered with chocolate, no wimpy shit for her tonight. We were laughing again, this time about when Xander saw Andrew without his pants on, when B somehow knocked her sundae onto her lap. It didn't help that she was wearing white shorts and a pink top, not that it wouldn't have fucked up any color.

I thought about offering to clean her up with my tongue, but our waiter was already there to help. He gave it a good shot, even hauled out this special water mixed with something all the staff swore by, but nothing worked. It was still a big mess, just all smeared around now.

"Darn it, I need to go back and change."

She looked embarrassed, like she'd fucked up our plans.

"No big, B. Still got plenty of time to catch the movie. C'mon."

We walked back to the hotel and I noticed what a beautiful night it was. The breeze was just right and I was glad I had on the shirt I did. I liked the feel of the wind lifting my hair and blowing on my back. Somehow it was kinda soothing.

When got to our room, it was worse than B thought.

"Wow, what a mess. I think I need to wash-up a little."

I grabbed a comic book and plopped down on the bed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Still early. We can catch the later flick. Always something to see."

Although based on last time I was at the mall, that wasn't really true. Still, I was willing to bet it wouldn't happen twice so close together. Guess we were gonna see.

"Okay, I'll be right out."

I gave her a wave, already starting to read:

"I'll be here."

It was nice how things were finally going my way.

I heard the shower start up, but I concentrated on the comic book, not the image of hot water rolling down Buffy's body as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and moaned at the feeling of…

Did she just call me? Or maybe she called out my name in ecstasy. Right.

"Ya call me?"

Nothing. I guess I just imagined it, big surpri....

"Faith!"

I thought I heard her again, so I got up and went over to the door.

"Calling me, B?"

"What?"

"Did you call me?"

She said something I couldn't make out. Was she hurt? Out of soap or something?

"What?!"

"Faith!"

"B, can't hear shit out here."

"Sure."

Okay, obviously shit couldn't be heard in there either and I was getting pissed.

"What?!"

"Faith!'

Fuck this. There was a huge and heavy shower door muffling everything she said, and apparently there was some sort of crisis going on in the bathroom.

"Goddamn it! B, you decent?"

I couldn't really make out what she said, and this was the crucial part. I mean, I was gonna be a big girl and go in, but if there wasn't something between us like a shower door, clothes, or a towel, well forget it. I was gonna head back to my comics.

"B, are you decent?!"

"Yes!"

That I heard loud and clear, so I straightened my shoulders and headed in.

B was definitely decent. In fact, I'd say she was downright perfect, beautiful, a goddess, and she was standing there in her altogether looking at me. I froze, except for my eyes which were trying to take in everything that was on display all at once.

Everything was better than I'd imagined. The way her neck came out of her shoulders, the way her breasts were there, the way her stomach and hips went together, the way her legs had stuff between them…Shit.

"Jesus, B! Thought you said…"

"What's the big? Nothing we both haven't seen before."

Yes it was, this was definitely something I'd never seen before. Never. Not once. I'd remember if I'd ever seen B standing naked in a bathroom looking at me looking at her.

"But I asked if…I…I asked if you were decent!"

I was almost whining like a kid because the rules had changed. You couldn't just yell out you were decent and then be naked. And beautiful. And perfect. And something I wanted to study up close and personal. Everybody knew that.

"I guess I misunderstood, but as long as you're here, would you mind…"

Holy hell…Run!

And I did, in a total panic, and I think I hit a wall or somethin'. The noise was loud and it knocked me back a coupla steps. I stood there dazed, shaking my head a little as I tried to clear it.

"Faith, are you okay?"

She grabbed my shoulder and I freaked. I turned around too fast and since I was still kinda dizzy, I lost my balance. I flung my hand out to catch myself and I caught B's boob instead. I palmed her right tit and let go like I'd been shocked. I turned to run and I ran head on into a Mack truck that was doin' about 70 mph. I never even saw the fucker and had no clue why it was drivin' through the bathroom. All I know is that I hit it hard.

When I came to, I was sitting down. I heard B telling me to stay still, then I noticed she was standing right in front of me, still naked, but even closer.

I tried to get her to move back:

"No, I'm okay."

"No you're not."

"Yeah, I'm…Fuck!"

She reached up above me for something and her nipple slid along my lips. I repeat; Buffy Summers' nipple was rubbing against my mouth.

Jesus, help me. Make her put it away…

I stood up, determined to leave, but B thought I still needed help. She hung onto me, we scuffled and I was just getting ready to punch her when we fell. She pasted me with a crowbar or somethin', and why the bathroom suddenly had all these weapons in it wasn't clear. I think I kinda drifted off for a sec.

When I came to this time, I was on the bed. B was at least wrapped in towel now, and she was trying to render me some first aid. The angle was awkward for her, but before I could roll over or make a suggestion that she go on the other side of the bed, she swung a leg over and sat down on me. I repeat: Buffy Summers sat down on me naked, with just a towel wrapped around her.

I wasn't even slightly fuzzy anymore. I sucked in air, then forgot how to get it out. Buffy was all focused on helping me and she reached for the first aid kit. She was moving on top of me, her face all scrunched up, her towel around her, but not under her…

No B, don't! Don't…move…yeah…just like that, B…

Her towel opened a tiny bit and I groaned. It came out loud because I was trying so hard to keep it in, but it got forced out when that big gulp finally blew its way clear. She was so worried about helping me, she didn't get that I was almost coming. She thought she was hurting me.

"Sorry, I know it hurts. Just hold on."

Yeah, it hurts. It hurts way worse than it's ever hurt before.

She finally snagged the kit, sat back down on me, and got to work. I had no clue what she was doing because I couldn't look at her. I was struggling to breathe – in and out, which seemed wicked complicated, and then her fingers were touching my cheek and I jumped. My crotch smacked into hers and I could feel her heat right through my pants.

My body stayed there for a second, then I made myself lower back down onto the bed. She came right with me, like we were velcroed together, and I was dying. All I could think was that she was doing some new CPR with our pussies. She didn't seem affected, her concentration was on my injuries, and I tried to go someplace else in my mind.

But I couldn't go anywhere, but where I was. My eyes were shut as tight as I could get them and I could feel myself shaking and starting to sweat. I hung on to the bedspread to stop myself from grabbing her, and I was straining harder than I ever had in my life. I kept making these little grunts and groans like I was working out, and I tried to shut up. I'd make it for a couple seconds, then here they'd come again.

B was oblivious, doing the longest first aid ever, like I needed my whole face rebuilt. I kept chanting in my head:

Please get off me…Please don't grab her…Please don't grab her…Please get off me…

Then it was finally over. She lifted up, but her hands were full and her towel came undone. She slid all over me, using my body as something to push off against to get back on her feet. I sounded like I was swallowing my tongue, which I think I was.

I ran to the French doors and flung'em open. I needed air, lots and lots of air – that was about all that made any sense in my head. I stood as still as I could because I couldn't remember how to move right, I'd shot my wad running to where I was.

I hung onto the doors to stay upright and all I could think was:

Just breathe, in and out, in and out…No, get a rhythm, you can do it, you do it all the time…Don't think about B, don't think at all…Just breathe in and out, in and out…

I kept my eyes closed and it seemed to be working.

That's right, that's better…In and out, in and out…No, don't do that…Not that kinda in and out…Focus…Come on, just hang on…It'll pass…Just breathe in and ou…

"Mmm…It sure is beautiful tonight."

It was B. B's arms were around my waist.

She was too close, she was touching me, messing up my rhythm. I tried to say something, to warn her, but I couldn't talk. What came out instead was a weird growling noise.

Please Buffy…

"The moon's so…"

Her voice was sex and her breath blew all over my neck and shoulder. I shivered and felt hot and cold, both at once.

"…romantic, don't you think?"

I just stood there begging her in my mind, trying to warn her I couldn't do this, whatever "this" was. I was hanging on by the thread of a thread and I couldn't…

"This place, the privacy, the sound of the ocean, the smell of…everything."

Go! Run! Help!

I moved to escape her, but her arms tightened Slayer strong around me. She leaned in and it was lucky she was holding on or I would have hit the floor. Her bare breasts grazed against the skin of my back, two hard warm points branding me with her fire, and I lost what I had left of my mind.

"I'm so glad we're here together. All alone…just you and me."

I was gone. My mind told me nothing except not to move. I was going to hold steady where I was forever, just take the torture…because…for something…someone…

'Wanna go skinny dipping with me?"

It took a while for that to get to me, like I was hearing it through really deep water.

"S…Sk…Skinny…Skinny dipping?"

"Why not? It's a private pool, and half of us are already naked."

I couldn't get what she was saying, it was like everything in me had short circuited. I opened my eyes and she let go, which how could that not be better? But it wasn't because she looked like a goddess all covered in the moonlight again. Her hair was glowing, her skin was shining, and her perfect body was moving all perfect. There was no way to look away.

She dove into the pool with barely a splash, then popped up and ran her hands along her hair as she looked at me.

"Well F, are you…coming?"

Yes I was, and yes, I had almost swallowed my tongue again. I was also trying to wrap my mind around the fact that B was teasing me and wanted me to join her naked in the pool. It made no sense, but it was happening right in front of me and I was wide awake.

I put down some big, jagged piece of wood, no clue where it came from, and started taking off my clothes. I don't think I went slow or fast, I was just trying to make it happen. She stared at me the whole time like she didn't wanna miss a second…like she'd die if she did. I couldn't remember anybody ever looking at me like that before, and it made me feel kinda shy or something as I walked out to the pool.

I met her gaze and stepped in, one step at a time. My lust and need for her were way out of control and she was unbelievably right there waiting for me. I kept moving towards her, our eyes staring into each other…and then I stopped.

No way could this be this. I was going crazy, my mind was playing tricks. Buffy didn't want this, didn't want me. We were just friends, she didn't know how she was affecting me, what she was doing. She was just teasing, playing around, and I was gonna fuck us up. I had to get control of myself.

She smiled at me then, and my heart almost smashed out of my chest. It was like she was daring me, making it crystal clear that this was just what I wanted it to be. If she had been anybody else, I'd have already been all over her, but this was Buffy and…

She leaned back and began floating around like she didn't have a care in the world, and when her tits busted up through the water all shiny and lit by the moon, she moaned and I snapped. I was too weak, I couldn't hold out anymore, and I yanked her up hard by her wrists.

"I'm sorry, B."

And then I kissed her.

It wasn't liked I'd always imagined the first time would be. I thought it would be soft, way softer than I'd ever been before, but this was something else. It was primal, and our bodies smashed together and everything blew: my heart, my brain, my pussy, my soul. All of it exploded and I tightened my grip on her.

She seemed to be letting me do whatever I wanted to, but then our tongues tangled and BAM! Buffy came out to play. We fought to be top Slayer and she gave as good as I did. We kept trying to get the advantage, our hands pulling, twisting, grabbing, then getting caught up just loving the feel of the smooth skin that was there for the touching. We never stopped kissing no matter what else we tried to do, our lips fit too good to be anywhere else.

I wanted to pin her against the wall, but she had other ideas. Neither of us were giving in, straining and shoving, pushing and pulling, and then the few inches in height I had on her came into play. She floated up a bit and couldn't quite stand flat on the bottom. I could, and I used my better balance to let my legs wind around hers.

She went weak at the feeling, sighing into my mouth. Her hold lessened as her arms slid around me, and her hands drifted up to tangle in my hair. I let her kiss me, let her melt right into me before I spun her and slammed her more roughly than I meant to against the side of the pool. All of the air whooshed out of her lungs and I knew it had to hurt at least a little, but she didn't struggle.

I grabbed her hands and held them down on the pool deck, pushing my body against hers to hold her exactly where she was. It was a dream come true and I didn't waste any time. I kissed her shoulder, her back, then went everywhere I could reach. I wanted to set her on fire, wanted to make her take what I wanted to give, and I wanted her to want it all.

She didn't move, not at first. She just stayed right where I held her, moaning and saying my name. I nibbled and sucked, licked and kissed, and if this was all I ever got, it was enough. I had Buffy and I was taking her just as far as I could.

She finally tried to turn around, but I wouldn't let her. Her hands rose a couple of inches before I slammed them back down and tightened my grip.

"No."

She didn't fight me anymore, and I loved her for that. She was trembling now, sighing and moaning, and I had obviously died and gone to Heaven. I had no clue how I'd managed to sneak in, but I was gonna live it up until they caught me and tossed me out.

Her neck was awesome. It tasted so good and I could feel every swallow, every moan, every time she said my name. But then I hit the slight bump, the little ridge, and I couldn't take it. I explored all over it, making her jump, moan, squirm, cry out, and I knew no matter how much I loved him, I would have staked him right then if he'd have tried to lay a finger on her.

Yeah, not anymore, pal. She's mine.

I bit down hard, her legs buckled, and I pulled her arms behind her back and spun her around to face me. When our breasts met, we both stopped, it felt so fucking perfect, and I could only imagine how good everything else was gonna feel. But right then I just needed to kiss her, and not vampires, unicorns, Dawsons, Scoobies, or Mack trucks thundering through the pool could stop me.

After a few, B tried to pull loose again.

"Faith, please…I need…I need to touch you."

"No."

I didn't wanna stop, I couldn't stop, not 'til I made her just as crazy as she'd made me. I was gonna return the torture and I was gonna make her love every second of it.

It didn't turn out like I planned, I had to get her into bed way too fast. I scooped her up and walked out of the pool and into our room. She grabbed my head, slammed our mouths together, and our tongues were like old pros now. They fought for control, only this time B wasn't playing nice.

She topped me with her tongue because she's Buffy, and it made me groan. The air blew out into her mouth and I felt everything shift. She wanted to take over now, but I didn't care. She could earn a top spot or wait her fucking turn.

We hit the bed, me on top, and B fought to change that. It was close, but I had the advantage and I managed to get both of her wrists trapped in one of my hands. She kept fighting and I tightened my hold until she stopped trying to take charge.

That's right, B, I'm doin' this to you.

I wanted to show her who she belonged to and just what that meant. I wanted to give her more pleasure than she'd ever had before, and I wanted to make her see what I could do for her and only her. I wanted her to know that she was mine.

I kissed her hard and let my free hand trail down her body. I stopped at her breast and began playing with it, touching her just like I knew she'd like it. It wasn't long before I had her explaining out loud to me just how good it was, so I decided to make it even better.

My mouth pulled her in and if I died right where I was, I didn't care. Her nipple was perfect, and I sucked and licked and bit and then did it all over again. She came. Just like that Buffy came, and as crazy as it sounds, I almost started bawling. I'd dreamed of it for so long, had wanted it so much…I'd made B come and it was a monster.

She was out of it, and I let go of her hands and kissed my way down her body. I rubbed my hands up and down her legs, they were so smooth, but I wanted what was between them now. I put her legs over my shoulders and waited for her.

Come back, baby, 'cause you're gonna go again…

There she was and I moved in. My hands were shaking and I felt all emotional again. God, B makes me such a girl. I kissed her there…twice, and then I got going. It didn't take long before she was coming again, but I wanted more from her. I couldn't really stop, I was like a junkie. The Princess had her clothes, I had her pussy – it was a win/win.

I made her come again right on top of the first or second one, depending on how I was keeping score, and God, she was so beautiful. Her body was all tight, the tendons on her neck were out, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and some of the filthiest words ever said were pouring out of it.

That's right, B….you come for me…over and over.

She was so out of it, it made me laugh a little, not that she noticed. She probably didn't even know her own name, but as long as she knew mine I was good with it.

C'mon…we're still goin', Buffy…c'mon B…

I slid back up her body, and put my hand between her legs. I played with her all soft until she was finally paying attention to me.

"Oh God…I can't…I'm just…"

I whispered in her ear:

"For me, B."

My fingers slipped inside her and I felt like going to church to thank God in person.

She was so right: wet, hot, tight, and moving with me wherever I took her. I drove her right to the edge, then I brought her back. Over and over we went full throttle until I'd downshift and slow us to a near idle, only to smash on the gas again and send us flying.

This really was Heaven, there couldn't be anything better anywhere. With every thrust, every sound, she was right with me, I could feel everything she was. Buffy was giving it all to me, everything she had, and there was nothing I could do but love her.

I wanted it to last forever, she was so beautiful, so mine, but I also wanted her to let go so I could see her come undone. B made her own decision, and she came like a woman having the fuck of her life.

I don't know where she went, but she was gone for a long stretch. I was smart with my alone time. I stayed on top of her and began kissing her everywhere. There were a buncha spots I'd missed, and I wanted to touch base with'em all.  

"…Faith."

I wanted do every position, everything everybody's ever done, and then I wanted to invent some new stuff that's just for me and her.

"Faith."

Like for this part down here, we could try to…She was back and she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to look her in the eye. I was so revved up, I almost came when I rubbed against her. She looked a little rattled too, and she'd been coming all over the place.

"Kiss me."

I didn't because I didn't know if she really…

She wanted to, and her lips and tongue went every place they could. Just like that I had to have her again, but before I could make a move, she started rolling me onto my back. I didn't like that idea, I still had things I wanted to do to her, but she didn't seem to care about any of that. She slammed me back on the bed.

I tried to get up, but she held my hands down and straddled me for the second damn time. I was still struggling, although there's something about B sitting astride me that makes me pretty damn happy to be where I am. But I really wanted to fuck her again, and I guess she finally got fed up with me fighting her.

Her body pushed hard against me and it felt so good that I moaned out loud. She leaned right into my face, and the look on hers made me realize something: B was a Slayer too and she was telling me I was gonna do what she said now.

She started playing with me, kissing me with these soft little pecks, then we'd get going for real and she'd pull away. She did it over and over, and I wanted to kill her. I tried to yank my hands free, but her grip was all steel and I wasn't going anywhere…at least not anywhere she didn't want me to.

The soft kisses were back, but instead of on my lips she was moving slowly down my body. I was hoping she was heading for my tit, but I was jerking around so much, it was hard to say for sure. Even though I tried to stop myself from moving, I just couldn't. Every touch made me crazier, sent nothing but pleasure zooming all through me, and I could feel her little chuckle blow out against my skin.

She was circling all around, edging closer…closer…then she'd drift away. She kept kissing and dragging her tongue all over the place, but she wouldn't touch my nipple. She tortured me forever, then finally hovered right above it. My body lifted up to meet her, but she edged away until I laid back down. Her eyes met mine and she never looked away as she closed in.

The little shit blew on it and then smiled all sweet at me. That's when I got it: this was payback, revenge for me not letting her touch me in the pool. That just made me hotter and her game more effective, and I was fucked every which way and loving it.

Her tongue twirled all around me and then she started biting me. Not hard, more like little nips, and oh man, did that ever turn me on. I tried not to respond, but my body was like: "Are you fucking crazy? Buffy's biting and licking me, I gotta move!"

And I did. I lifted up every time I felt her teeth and I was shaking like I was naked in bed with B. I was out of control and that's not something I ever allow. I don't like somebody running me, but my body didn't seem to have a problem with it in this case. I could understand that, it was B after all, but then a part of me started thinking I needed to be careful.

What if this wasn't what it seemed like? I'd already sort of laid myself out there, what if she didn't feel the same? Maybe this was just a one shot thing. I couldn't stop my body, but my voice was something I was still in charge of. I was gonna be quiet. No screaming out that I loved her, no loud moaning because she was making me feel better than I ever had in my life. That way maybe I could salvage some pride when she was done with…

"Sorry F, but you aren't staying quiet ever again."

And just like that – I wasn't.

She finally took my nipple, sucking it and then grabbing it between her teeth while her tongue flicked away. It wasn't long before my voice joined my body, and those bitches were going to town. I hadn't made so much noise since before I went to prison.

You learn to stay quiet there 'less you want some freaks beating off to you getting yourself off. And it's not like I ever made a lot of noise anyway, but I guess things are wicked different now. Also, the only word I seemed to know anymore was her name and I wanted to say it as many times as I could so she'd know that I knew it. Hell, I could even spell it if she wanted me to.

She started nipping at me again, my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, my stomach and I yelled out every time I felt her teeth. The sharp little burst of pain eased right off the instant her tongue glided over the wound, and my breath was coming out loud and ragged.

She finally made it back to my face and I smiled. She kissed me hard and way possessive, which I loved, and our tongues started doing their thing again. I was just getting into it when Buffy thrust her leg up into me, and I yelled out because…well, because fuck. And yeah, B…lesson learned: it's tit for tat between us all the way.

Fuck I love her, so I let her know:

"You are such a bitch."

She kissed me again, this time softer, and her tongue played along the roof of my mouth. It was one of my spots and she'd figured that out pretty quick. When she pulled back, she gave me one last kiss and whispered right into my ear:

"True, but I'm your bitch."

Jesus, I just caught myself from exploding all over her, but she was already gone, heading south down I-90Faith. The grip on my hands loosened and I was happy with that. Finally I could take charge and…

She used my own momentum and brought them down by my sides, then pinned me again. I made this really embarrassing begging noise because I was all hot that she had control of me, and all bothered because I couldn't touch her. It didn't seem to concern her at all. She just smiled and kept heading down the highway, for what I had no...

No fucking way.

There was no fucking way that she was gonna…that she was thinking of…no way was she…going to…I could barely breathe and I was staying totally still so I wouldn't spook her. Now I was glad she was holding my hands so I didn't have to worry about losing control and smashing her face into me.

I felt her tongue real light, unsure and holy fucking hell. I didn't even know what I was doing. If I'd have been standing, I would have fallen down and tried to run at the same time. Or maybe tried to take off in two different directions, or maybe just stayed right where I was and looked at the crazy as hell sight of Buffy Summers going down on me.

She went at it harder, so I'm guessing the Welcome Wagon had come out to greet her and make her feel comfortable. I could barely function, random thoughts kept shooting through my head: her tongue is so perfect, she's doing this so good, she's my girl, she'd never do this unless she was, she's speeding up, I'm gonna go off like that fucked up crossbow in my old weapons case…

I wanted her closer, wanted more of her, and I opened my legs wide even though I wanted to close them to keep her where she was forever.

Come on in, B…every bit of you can come in…My clit…Oh God…she's got my clit…

I came so fast and hard it was almost embarrassing, then I took care of the "almost" and came again, the kind of orgasm I'd only ever read about. I didn't even know what was happening, I just knew something wonderful was going on and that thought made me laugh and cry and sing and dance and blow all apart into little Buffy-shaped pieces.

All I could do was lay wherever the hell I was, holding hands with B until I could get enough sense back to tell her that something amazing had just gone down, and that made me laugh until I started moaning because she was doing it again.

She was all calm this time, like she was on a mission, and just that image in my mind because I still couldn't get my eyes focused, sent me sailing again. Then something happened and all I could say to her about it was: "Gah."

That's right. "Gah". B let go of my hands, which didn't matter because I was paralyzed from the waist up, and then her tongue was inside me. And I "gah-ed" like a fucking idiot and just didn't give a shit because B was someplace I'd never thought she'd be. Not ever.

My hands went to her head and my fingers wrapped themselves in her hair. I was holding her tight, not pushing because I would never push her, but I just didn't want her to leave if she didn't have to. She could make "between my legs" her home away from home if she wanted to. There'd always be a vacancy for her, no notice required.

B yanked my body down the bed like I was just a girl, her hands strong and unyielding on my hips. It caught me by surprise and I sort of squeaked, and just like with the previous" "Gah", I didn't give a shit. B had hauled me down the bed to get me closer and now she flung my legs up over her shoulders and…I said something really cool.

Then I wasn't talking anymore and I wasn't yelling either. I was screaming like I was dying, screaming in a way I didn't even think was possible. I wanted to stop because I needed the air, but I couldn't. I was thrashing so much, nobody but the Slayer could have kept up with me. Her hands tightened, slowing my actual movements down, even though in my heart I was still moving just as crazy as before.

Then I was coming like the wild woman she'd made me be, and she never even pulled back. I came all over her and I heard her moan like she was coming too, and she kept moving closer to me. I can't say what went on from there because I didn't stop coming until I passed out.

She was just pulling clear when I was sorta with it in a vague sense, and then she ran her tongue all soft and gentle over my clit, like she was making sure we were okay. It made me jump, but it was so sweet, and then I think she was done with "sweet" and was just fucking with me.

"Buffy…"

She did it two more times, and it was the same result each time. She finally started back up and she took her time. Eventually I knew we were face to face again, but I couldn't open my eyes just yet. I was still having mini-orgasms and aftershocks, and besides my pussy, I wasn't sure what parts of me still worked right.

B didn't seem to care. She was sprawled on top of me, her face smashed into my neck, and I loved the feel of her. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't because I was so wiped. It took forever until I was finally able to fling an arm up on her, then I got another one there. I tried hard to keep going, but then I realized I only had the two.

I don't know how long it took me to recover, but when I made it, I spoke up.

"B?"

"Hmm?"

Her ass was such a perfect shape. It was all hard and firm, but the skin on it was so soft and when she was relaxed like this, it kinda…

"F?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you were going to ask me something."

"I was?"

"Yeah."

Was I?

"…Oh yeah."

She was being really patient, which was good 'cause I was still a little out of it. Her head lifted a little to look at me:

"So?"

"What the hell just happened?"

She laughed her ass off, 'cept not literally 'cause I had a firm grip on it. When she got control of herself, her eyes met mine with her answer:

"We made love."

I nodded, I think. I wasn't sure if I had my basics workin' right yet.

"Yeah, that's what I figured."

She looked all happy.

"Is that okay?"

"What are you, nuts? Why the fuck wouldn't it be okay? I love sex."

"I know, but that was…"

"It was the best fucking sex ever. You were incredible."

She blushed all red and cute, but she kept looking at me.

"Well you weren't so bad either."

And that surprised her?

"Course I was great. What'd ya think, I was all talk?"

"No, I just didn't…"

"But you? Jesus B, you've never even been with a woman before, but can't prove anything by the way you went at it."

She blushed again, but she was wicked happy. She snuggled back into me and I still couldn't get how something this fucking fantastic was really happening. I was totally high on sex, love, and happiness. I was all fucked up and loving it.

She went stiff against me and I held her tighter.

"B?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong?"

"Right."

She started snuggling again, but there was nowhere else to go unless she was gonna drill herself right through my shoulder.

"Wanna look at me?"

She went still and didn't answer.

"Buffy, please?"

She raised her head up, but still didn't talk.

"So what's the problem?"

"There's no prob…"

I smiled and rubbed her cheek all gentle. God, she was so beautiful.

"Stop with that, course there's a problem. Can practically hear the wheels turning in there."

"We need to talk."

That made me grin.

"Already? Thought it'd take longer 'fore we got to that stage."

"Faith, what do you think we just did?"

How love-stoned was I?

"Didn't we just go over that?"

"Humor me."

"Okay. We just had the best sex ever."

"Is that it?"

"'It'? B, I'm not following here."

I had no clue where we were or what she was saying, partly because I was still pretty swoony. Hell, it wouldn't have surprised me if I was still coming.

She started getting up.

"Wait, where ya goin'?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"A shower? No c'mon, stay here with me."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you just fucked my brains out, I don't wanna move, and I wanna hold you while I fall asleep."

She was all the way up now, standing by the bed and looking like she was gonna start crying.

"And then what?"

"B…"

"Answer me!"

"Well, was kinda hopin' we'd go another round."

"That's it?"

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you what, F, why don't you just go fuck yourself instead?"

Then she stormed off into the bathroom. The door slammed and I heard her turn the lock.

"What the fuck?"

I was half sitting up, staring at where she'd just been. What the hell was going on? Everything was perfect. We'd just had the best sex anybody'd ever had, we were all snuggled in, I complimented her on how fucking amazing she was, and then she got all worked up about "it", whatever the hell "it" was.

I didn't know how she could even think about anything besides us fucking each other crazy. And the cuddling up after, which I'd never done before and think I was totally rocking, was off the charts great. There is just nothing better than holding the woman you love in your arms after…

"You fucking idiot!"

Me, not her.

I was up and kicking in the bathroom door. I jerked the shower open and yanked her out. Water sprayed everywhere, but I didn't give a fuck. Apparently B did.

"What the hell are you…"

I kissed her and she tried to pull away from me, so I picked her up. I never stopped kissing her as I carried her back to our bed and put her down. She was mad as hell.

"Get off me."

"Not in this lifetime, but you can dream."

"I'm not kidding."

"Me either."

She tried to slug me then, but that just got her hand pinned to the bed. Buffy being Buffy didn't give up, and then she had both hands held down.

"Faith, I'd advise you to let me up right now."

"Hmm…okay, I'll take it under advisement."

I figured that was worth a laugh, but uh…no.

"Goddamn it, get off me!"

"Nope, I like it here."

Then it was the wicked painful knee to the crotch, and I just managed to get my leg up in time to block her.

"Can you calm down a sec and listen to me?"

"Fine, let me up and I'll listen."

Oh fuck, did that ever make me laugh. I guess B's never seen her eyes when she gets mad.

"Right. I let you up and you'll beat the shit outta me."

"No I won't."

"B, I know you."

And I know what all of her expressions mean because I've been studying them for years. I know every way her eyes can look, although I learned a few new ones when I had her coming like a maniac.

"Fuck, you are so hot right now."

She didn't say anything, but those eyes? Look # 17 was the: "I Wish I Had a Knife to Ram in Your Forehead" look.

"What happens if I kiss you?"

"I guess you'll lose a lip."

Yep, Look #39 although the body part at risk had never been a lip before.

"Okay, no kissing for now."

"Let me up, Faith."

"Yeah, in a sec. Got something to say first."

"Then say it and get off."

"Now you're speakin' my language."

And there was Look #4, the ever popular: "You Faith, Are a Complete Asshole." I gotta admit I sometimes kinda agitate that one, like now, and boy, oh boy, I sure was doin' a top notch job of it at the moment.

"Fuck you."

"Hey, nice one! And man, do I hope you mean that."

"I'm thinking our 'fucking' days are over."

Bingo.

"Buffy, we've never 'fucked' and we never will, okay?"

She looked confused, then hopeful.

"Before, I wasn't payin' attention. You know me, I don't talk like you. Don't always get the little differences, even when I oughta."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you and I made love. I'm saying I came like a motherfucker about a million times 'cause it was you."

"Really?"

"Of course really."

She looked happier, but still like she had to be careful.

"Faith, I don't do flings."

"Wow, big newsflash there."

"I mean…"

Seriously could she be any cuter?

"I know what ya mean."

"You do?"

"Did you hit your head or something? Jesus. Okay, gonna say it plain and simple. Kinda tough for me to get it out, not 'cause I don't mean it, but 'cause I've never said it before. Just feels a little weird, ya know?"

"Can I sit up for this?"

I let her up, then sat next to her. I wasn't scared, I've loved B for so long it didn't faze me, I wanted her to know. I was just stupid before 'cause I thought it was obvious. But everybody likes to hear it, and we were in luck because I was gonna like saying it.

I took her hand in mine and looked her right in the eye:

"Alright, here goes: B, I love you. I've always loved you. Most of the time not so good, but I think I'm getting better at it. Feels like I won the lottery tonight, and I've never been so fucking happy in my whole life. You're not a one night stand, you're not a short term thing. You're 'Buffy', B, and I want you for as long as you'll let me have you."

She kissed me, and when we broke apart I let her know that I knew the deal.

"Look, I'm no prize. I'm stupid as shit about this stuff, and I'm not the best you could do. But I love you B, there's nobody who could ever love you more. I promise you that's never gonna change."

I thought that was pretty good, it was definitely true, but she started bawling. I pulled her to me.

"What's wrong now?"

"Nothing's wrong…I'm…I'm just so happy."

"So you're bawling?"

"Yes! It's a thing."

"It's a crazy as hell thing."

She started chewing on me, but in a sexy way, and asked me if I had any better ideas.  Of course I did.

"Like what?"

"Thought we could go that other round now. Nothing says 'I love you' like a good fuc…scre…Christ B, what the hell do you want me to call it?"

"I don't care. Now that I know you love me, you can call it whatever you want to."

"So if I tell ya I wanna fuck ya now, you won't start crying?"

"I promise I won't."

That worked for me, so I kissed her and shoved down on the bed. Still had to tease her though.

"So, you're one of them high maintenance chicks."

"Of course I am."

Damn, teasing doesn't work if she cops to it.

"Figures. Just had to fall for the one who thinks her shit don't…"

Look # 594, the: "You Are So Gross But it Makes Me So Hot" look. It was a brand new one.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

I could do that and I did. It didn't stop with a kiss, and when it ended this time, I was trying to breathe from my spot down by her waist. I was laying sideways wishing we could go again, but knowing we had to have air sometimes.

"For real B, we're gonna kill each other."

"Yeah, I know."

"Not a bad way to go out though."

"I was thinking that earlier."

We stayed where we were and I started moving my fingers around. Her thighs were so smooth and soft, all of her was. Funny how just a few hours ago I was praying that Giles would send us after the bad guys, now I never wanted to leave.

"Sure wish we could stay a few more days."

"I do too."

"What if we tell Giles some story, like the locals heard the demons are coming back or…"

She tried to interrupt, but I kept going.

"…could even say we've seen some weird shit…I got it! We'll say you had a Slayer dream!"

"Faith…"

"He can't prove ya didn't. Should buy us at least…"

"It was a lie."

I was fired up now. This was gonna work, and me and B were gonna be able to get an extra day or two. I wanted her again right now, so I ran my tongue up her thigh. I didn't wanna stop, but I knew B was gonna stress about lying to Giles, so I handled the Goody Two Shoes Slayer like an expert.

"Sure, but it's a good lie. Nobody can say otherwise and…"

"No, I lied..."

I didn't hear what she said because I was somehow up higher than I thought. Later I'd have to make her feel better, guilty conscience wise, but right now I was gonna make her feel better in a whole other way.

Her hand got between her and my face. Oh hell, was she actually gonna mastur...No, she was pulling my head up, gentle but firm.

"Hey, just getting to the good part."

"Faith, you need to listen."

"But B…"

I tried to look all sad to make her give in, and it almost worked too. She leaned down and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, and like two seconds later it was on. Then she pulled away again.

"Will ya stop being such a tease? I wanna…"

"Just two minutes, okay? This is important."

Was she nuts?

"Not more important than…Fine!"

This had better be good, because B was right there for the taking. She was also looking serious, so I gave her my attention.

"Okay, I need to explain this to you."

God, did she have to be such a Girl Scout at a time like this?

"No ya don't, I get it. You don't wanna lie to Giles."

Problem solved, we'd come up with something new…like I had my first Slayer dream.

"No, I said 'this' was all a lie."

"What was?"

She looked nervous and the big breath she took confirmed it.

"This whole trip. There were never any vampires or demons. The ones we ran into when we first got here were just a fluke."

"What? You and Giles said we had to come here 'cause there was this big bad ass…"

B held both of my hands in hers.

"Faith, I realized back home that I was in love with you, but I couldn't get you to see it. I told Giles, he agreed to let me pick the place, and Will and I found a spot with pretty much no demon activity. We came here so I could seduce you."

"What?!"

She was nodding so I knew I was hearing her right.

"The Dawsons delayed everything, but I called Giles and told him to make sure the room next to ours stayed empty after they left."

I could have been knocked on my ass by a feather, but a lot of shit was starting to make sense too.

"Was wondering why nobody ever showed up."

"I had to do it this way, you were so stupid at home."

"…So you really were hanging all over me."

Buffy laughed a little before she caught herself:

"I could have been curtains, I was so hanging all over you."

Everything kinda flashed through my head like I was dying, but in a good way.

"Thought I was losing my mind. Jesus, B, why didn't ya just tell me?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't believe me. I knew I had to show you first."

I got up to grab some drinks, my mind spinning.

No, I wouldn't have believed her back home. I would have thought…I don't know what I would have thought, but I would have freaked and talked myself right out of it. All I had to do to know that was look at how hard it'd been for her here, even when everything was working in our favor. Just me and her, one bed, a crazy romantic setting, nothing to do but relax and be with each other, and she still almost had to kill me to get me onboard.

Back home I'd have had all sorts of things to hide behind and put between us. I would have never gotten it through my thick skull. And even though I would have wanted it to be true more than anything, I don't know, it just wouldn't have worked with everybody else hanging around.

I opened a Diet Coke for her, then drank my Coke without stopping.

"B, did you have any clue I loved you?"

I waited while she thought it over, then I waited some more, then realized she was staring at my tits. The look on her face was so great, it was like she'd never seen'em before. Maybe she hadn't from this angle, so I turned a little and gave her the three quarters shot with my hands up over my head.

The little airhead didn't even notice, she looked like she was gonna jump me any second.

"B…"

"…"

"Hey, B, I'm up here."

"…"

"B!"

"What?!"

"You planning to answer sometime tonight?"

She was gone again. Damn, I knew my tits were beauties, but they must be like one of the Seven Wonders of the World. B'd definitely rank'em one and two.

I figured I oughta fuck with her.

"Buffy!"

"What?!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Nothing."

"You gonna answer the question then?"

"Yes, of course I am! Uh…"

She didn't have a clue what the question was.

"…so what was the question again?"

I smirked at her, all cocky and shit.

"Guess you're too busy looking at my tits to…"

She did her "High and Mighty Buffy" thing:

"No, I'm too busy looking at the Coke on your breast."

"So you sayin' ya got a thing for pop?"

"No, I'm saying I have a thing for anything that's on you."

Fuck, I am so in love.

She just got her can of Swill down on the nightstand 'fore I jumped her. I was kissing her neck and I was so freaking happy.

"So you're not mad that I lied to you?"

"Mad? Nah, I get it. Told ya I was dumb sometimes when it comes to this stuff."

Her finger traced my dimple and she frowned at me.

"No you're not…you're just a little slow."

"Just never figured you could ever love me back."

She smiled at me and headed to the other dimple.

"Hmm…maybe you are dumb sometimes."

We both cracked up at that, and we definitely had to kiss. When we finished, I told her what I thought.

"Serious now B, took a lot of guts to do what you did."

I could see that she was proud of herself and happy that I really got what she'd done for me…for us.

"I didn't have a choice. I love you so much, Faith."

"Crazy as fuck, but I'll take it."

She was quick, and she rolled us over, sitting her…down on my…fuck me. Both of us groaned at the contact, and I had to struggle to make words that made sense.

"…Tryin' something new, B?"

"Chapter Twelve."

"Huh?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Oh yeah, my baby's an inventor too.

 


 

Chapter Eight

The night ended with a bang, two of'em to be exact, and now the sun was coming up. I didn't exactly care what went on outside of our room. Inside it, I was laying on a bed of sex holding Buffy Summers in my arms, and she was snuggling in, snoozing, giving me little kisses here and there, and just generally making it clear that she was way happy with her location…which was in my arms.

Fuck, she was so beautiful. It was hard to believe how good looking she was, you could only really get it by studying her up close. The overall package was a winner, but when you broke it down, she was so hot it seemed impossible.

I'm all that and I know it, but B's got this classy style thing to her. I don't just mean her clothes and shit like that. I mean her…just everything that makes up her awesome whole. Hahaha! I'd say insert your own joke here, but then I'll just keep it goin' and I don't feel like it right now.

The point I'm making is that her lips are perfect, her eyes are amazing, her arms are just the right feel of softness and muscle, her legs, same deal, her stomach is all flat and then she moves and the little muscles pop up, then disappear under the softest skin ever worn by anybody. And that tiny patch of tiny blonde hairs in the tiny small of her back. I keep trying to count'em, but B gets all squirmy when I do.

Her nose is all, I don't know…strong like she oughta be on an old-time coin, but then the tip's all quirky and cute. She's got these little lines by her eyes which you can't even see unless you're literally on top of her, which is where I plan to be as much as possible. Of course bossy as she is, if I can pull that off like forty percent of the time, it'll really be sayin' something.

I never wanna move, although I probably wouldn't mind running outside to tell every single person that B is mine, for now and forever. Buffy and Faith. Faith and Buffy. Rolls right off the tongue either way, and when it comes to B, that's all that's ever gonna.

Fuck, I'm so happy. The only way this could get any better is if we were eating…food. She's gotta be hungry too, we've been working out way more than any patrol or training I've ever done. 

"Starvin' B, you?"

She looked kinda surprised at that, but then she laughed and kissed me, so it was all good. Plus her answer was that she was hungry too, meaning we were still right in sync.

I ordered even more than we usually order, then told'em to knock and leave it in the hall. B looked at me all confused.

"Why did you tell them to…Faith!"

I jumped on her.

"Wanna get in a quickie."

"We don't have…we don't have…"

There's always time for a quickie, and there was no time like the present to learn her.

Turned out it was me that learned something. When it comes to B, there's no such thing as a quickie. You can start off that way, but there's just so much to see and do, and I didn't wanna miss a thing. She's like eating chips. Gotta have more and more and more, and next thing you know, breakfast is served.

She was yelling her lungs out when there was a knock on the door. It was one of those knocks that lets you know the knocker doesn't really wanna, but they gotta. Whatever. I was too busy wringing another one out of her to analyze what was going down in the hall.

B was all embarrassed of course, which stuff like that makes me laugh. She's so cute all pink and messed up, and I can't and won't apologize for making her feel so good, not to anybody. 'Sides, the delivery guy got a nice visual for tonight when he's alone in his bed, B's satisfied, and I'm not exactly feelin' too shabby either. It's a win/win/win.

Still, I wanted to make her a little less embarrassed.

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

"Regardless, it's…"

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

"You think?"

I peeked through the peep hole, opened the door and grabbed the cart. I gave a quick shot to the couple just comin' in for the night, but since the lady had her lipstick all the way up her cheek, I figured she couldn't talk much.

I pushed the food into the bedroom, and B's eyes were watching the twins like she thought they were doing the talking.

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

She was still looking and not just at the girls either. When her eyes finally made it up to mine, I let her know how it was gonna be:

"Gonna make you scream then too."

Maybe I went too far 'cause B grabbed on and pulled me to her. I tried to remind her we said we had to eat before we dropped dead.

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

I worked free from her or she let me go, depending on how you looked at it, and I started getting stuff like we wanted. I poured the OJ, then made her the crap in a cup she calls "tea". It's complicated, a specific milk and sugar combo, but I got it down a long time ago, so I'm good. Then I pulled out her red Fruit Loops, put'em in a bowl, and felt her staring at me.  

I tried to look all cool, but nobody's ever looked at me like B does.

"What?"

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

Is she crazy?

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

"Yes it is."

I am so loving this whole deal.

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

"And?"

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

I kissed her better than I'd planned, and B escalated us like there was no tomorrow or even twenty minutes from now.

"…B…"

"Yes?"

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

"And?"

Fuck, she turns me on.

"We…gotta…eat…and……Buffy…"

I was gone. No way could I take her doin' that without wanting her to keep doing it and…I heard a tiger roar or maybe it was just B's gut rumbling. I stepped back and she didn't like it.

"Faith…"

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

She gave in, but she wasn't happy about it.

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

Me too, baby.

I gave her both plates piled with food, then I pushed the cart right next to the bed so I could reach our drinks and the rest of the chow. Then I got in next to her and she nodded like: "Yep, she's back where she's supposed to be."

Then it was food, bed, and B, and oh yeah, I am livin' right. We ate like pigs and I refilled our plates three times before we were through. The pancakes weren't as good as usual because B snatched the syrup from me in mid-pour.

"Hey, don't use it all."

She already had some on hers, so I had no clue what she needed more for. And yeah, I was wicked stupid…which I blame on the fact that her left leg was slowly getting uncovered inch by inch every time she moved. The sheet was barely covering her by the time the meal was wrapping, and then I felt the syrup hit my breast.

"So, F…"

"Uh-huh?"

"Why don't you put the plates on the cart and…"

She didn't say they had to be unbroken.

"Done."

B looked at the mess I'd just made and then back at me. She shook her head and laughed:

"Okay, I guess I should take your eagerness as a compliment."

"Definitely oughta."

We made another mess of us and the bed, then fell asleep for a few hours. Slayers or not we had to get a little rest, and I felt like I'd been rode hard and put away wet a few times. I slept like a log and when I woke up, B was still snoozing.

I turned on my side so I could stare at her. It was hard to believe, but she was right there next to me in a bed that we'd fuc…made love in for hours. She was so mind blowing and she was in love with me of all people…What the hell kinda luck was I having? Too bad we weren't in Vegas, I'd be headin' home a millionaire.

She started waking up, moving around, stretching a little, all with this happy smile on her face. She opened her eyes and that smile got bigger when she saw I was lookin' her over.

"Uh…hi."

"Sleep good?"

Her smile went all sexy as she stretched again.

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

"Know the feeling."

I kept staring at her, trying my best to figure it out. She flushed and got this adorable shy look on her face, like she was a little kid.

"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."

"Oh."

And just like that she got even more beautiful, like somebody hit a switch and turned her on. It was a real mystery, like the Pyramids or that weird Phoenix statue…no, that's not what it's called. It's that weird "half a guy, half some kinda animal" statue…the one without a nose.

Anyway, I kept looking at B.

"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."

Her eyes got all wet.

"Faith…"

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

I had to rib her about it, but the truth of it was: I like making Buffy cry because she's so happy.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top, figuring I oughta let her feel all butch and in control. She seemed to like it because she came along for the ride without any hold up. My arms wrapped around her and I laughed:

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

She whacked me hard in the shoulder.

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell no. I dig everything about you."

"Then shut up."

And I did while we just laid there like two bugs in a pod. Then we started feeling each other up a little, one thing led to another, but it took us someplace different.

It was all new, for both of us, and it was…I don't really know the right words. I just felt wide open, like everything I was was on display. I didn't need to hide anything, didn't need to pretend. I could just be me, the good and the bad, and B was gonna keep right on loving me.

I could see it, feel it, and I trusted in it one hundred percent. I shoulda been scared, shoulda wanted to run, but I didn't feel any of that stuff. Instead all I felt was happy and safe, like I was right where I belong…right where I was always gonna belong.

We decided to go out to our place one last time, which was an awful decision. Going there wasn't the bad part, it was the getting out of bed that was the killer, and at first I wasn't gonna go. B kept trying to get me to move, but I resisted. Charms, threats, shoves, pulls, pouts, everything she could throw my way bounced right offa me.

Then she played really dirty. She got out of bed after sliding her way down my body, avoided me when I tried to grab her, and stood just out of reach, running her hands up and down herself.

"Mmm…I'm so hot and dirty."

"B, stop fuckin' around and get back here."

"I wish there was someone…"

I was watching her close enough to burn a hole through her.

"…who could…clean me up."

Her hand went lower and I was outta the bed. She ran for the bathroom and made it just as I grabbed her arm. I almost hauled her back to the bedroom, but she seduced me right into the shower stall.

It took us forever to get out of there. Every time I turned around, B's eyes were the size of Frisbees. She was all over me and I felt like telling her it was just water, but then if it could make her nuts for me, well, I think I should stay wet all the time. Yeah, I know.

I was ready first, big surprise, and I sat at the table by the window staring out at the view. I was wondering just how bad Giles was gonna kill us for killing the bathroom. No way were we gonna get away free and easy, that much I knew for sure.

B was still in the bathroom fucking around, but that was to be expected. After a few though, I noticed she was all quiet, probably doing her crazy "Buffy" thinking that she usually does at the craziest times. If I didn't push her, she was gonna take forever.

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

"One more minute!"

Too bad we can't tell G-man we got attacked and the fuckers tore up the place. But since he's such a big lying sneak in cahoots with B and Red, that's not gonna work.  What is in our favor is he's not exactly ownin' the high ground here. Maybe I can use that somehow.

The whole sitch makes me smile like a dork. Everybody worked together to help me and B out, and knowing they care that much is like the cherry…on top of B's.

Which reminds me…

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

"I'm coming!"

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

She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek as we finally got going. I closed the door behind us and B grabbed my hand. I was way into that and then…What the hell?

She was swinging our hands so high, I expected my shoulder to rip outta the socket at any sec.

"B, what the hell are you doing?"

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

Aw fuck, B…Don't ever let go...

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

But I held on tighter and the smile on my face wasn't fooling anybody.

It was a drag that it was our last night, but we did it up. I'd called while B was fucking around and asked them to hold our table. They did and our guy was Johnny on the Spot when we showed.

Everything was perfect and nobody said shit about the fact that we were eating for ten. They just kept the chow heading our way and we kept doing it justice. We shared each other's stuff like always, although I still wasn't eating a lobster, and then we ordered dessert.

I got the chocolate cake and my smartass girl ordered the hot fudge sundae with extra fudge again. Our waiter carried it over to her like it was a stick of dynamite and put it down real slow and easy. He warned her too:

"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 was gonna tell him that she did it on purpose and why, but she was already all red as it was. He figured it out anyway, and gave her a little bow before he took off:

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

Then he was gone and she gave me a look that I gave right back.

"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 was feelin' pretty good, like I'd sorta one-upped her, but that didn't last long.

B was a liar, she wasn't on the level, no way, no how. Shit woulda rolled offa her left and right she was so unlevel. It was bad enough that we had to be outta bed in the first place without her fucking a spoon right in front of me. She ate like a sexpot, and she licked that spoon so clean, she coulda ate off it.

I was on my feet and calling the waiter over without even getting a bite of my cake, something she was definitely gonna pay for later. I didn't even let him talk.

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

"It's been a pleasure, ladies."

B was still sitting all innocent, and I yanked her to her feet and practically dragged her outside and into the side alley. I pushed her against the wall, not exactly being that gentle.

"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."

I kissed her then, and her leg came up and wrapped around my waist. One of my hands pulled on it trying to get her closer, while the other one was sliding under her shirt to play with her breast. She was ready to go, but I suddenly realized where we were.

"Can't do it here."

"Yes we can."

"People walk through here all the time."

B was all wound up, and her hand was holding mine right where it was as she thrust up into my palm.

"Then they'll get a great show."

Damn, B wasn't playing around and she didn't wanna wait. She started using her sundae tongue on the spot on my neck and…Gah!

"B…"

Her teeth grabbed my throat and I shuddered when her hand pulled at my ass and brought me in closer to her.

"Okay…stop B…"

Now her fingers were under my shirt and I gotta say that I loved not wearing a bra. I tried one last desperate time to get through to her:

"Buffy…families…kids…please."

That finally did it and she unwrapped herself, pulled out of my clothes, and let me disengage too. I tried to cheer her up:

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

"No, come on."

Talk about somebody draggin' somebody. I'm not even sure if my feet were always touching the ground. Nobody was around on the beach, but before I could say shit, B was pulling me into a group of trees. They gave us a little privacy, but I wasn't sure what she thought we could do here. Somebody'd have to look hard to see us, but they could do it and they'd definitely be able to hear us too.

"B, what the…

She shoved me back against a tree, and her tongue was in my mouth while her hand slipped into my pants. She barely even fumbled, hitting all the right spots just like that. I was moaning and kissing her, totally forgetting all about the bitching I'd been doing before. I sort of yelped out as I came, but she wasn't satisfied and made it a double.

My legs were all shaky and I was leaning pretty heavy into her. She was almost hugging me to help me stay on my feet, and my breath was blasting outta me like I'd been running a sprint. I knew she was getting all wound up again – just the way her hands felt as they held me and the way her muscles started tightening.

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

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"Not this sec, no."

But we both knew that could change in an instant. She blew out a long, slow breath and nodded.

"Okay, I'll be good."

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

"And?"

She was gonna try to play innocent again?

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

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

Oh hell no, even if it is sorta true. I'm nobody's pushover.

The tables turned and it was her shoved up against the tree.

"Guess you need to learn your place."

"And where might that be?"

"Under me."

She kept right on playing her hot as fuck game.

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

We spent a long time exploring the woods, okay, each other, before walking back to the hotel. The beach was perfect. Nice cool breeze, all bright and silvery, and me swinging B's hand like a geek. Everything was just right, then B let out this huge sigh and I pulled her in.

"What's with the big exhale?"

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

"Yeah, with ya on that."

We took over one of the lounge chairs by the pool. I sat down first and B sat between my legs and leaned her back against my front. She got herself comfy, and I put my arms around her and kissed the back of her head. It was a perfect night, and we just sat quiet and watched the universe spin by.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

She leaned back and kissed my neck:

"I love you."

Jesus, why don't I just explode with happiness?

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

She laughed.

"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."

She went all smug on me.

"Right. No way would you…Faith!"

Bye, bye, Blondie! Have a good swim!

She just managed to shut her mouth before she went under, and I waited for her to come up. I timed it perfect – Cannonball! – and hit her with a wall of water.

B didn't exactly take it well. She stayed under and right as I came up, she flipped me upside down and dunked me hard. Yeah, okay B, it's on.

We went at it Slayer to Slayer, and even though she ended up kicking my ass, she learned a little somethin' too. B carried me outta the pool and I felt the heat shooting through every part of me when she kissed me. She pulled back and kept walking, so I clarified the sitch for her:

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

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

Yeah, okay, so she's never gonna learn. I didn't really expect any different.

When we got in our room, it was a disaster zone. Either the cleaning lady hadn't shown up or she was sleeping one off in the tub. B opened the door and it turned out we'd left the "Do Not Disturb" sign stuck in the door.

B looked at me:

"Oops."

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

B looked around and nodded like she couldn't believe it.

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

I grabbed a towel to cover up because the headlights were on and my shirt was soaked.

I told B to strip…the bed, and I'd go grab us new sheets. I went out hoping the hall was deserted, and except for one drunken asshole, it was.

"Hey, baby. Wanna go to my room?"

"Yeah, just been waitin' for an invite. You go ahead, I'll be there in a sec."

He smiled, almost puked , and hustled down the hall. The good news was his room was nowhere near ours. I looked around, saw the coast was clear and grabbed onto the doorknob of the supply closet. I gave it a half strength turn back and forth, and then I felt it pop.

I grabbed some sheets and an armful of towels, then kicked the door shut. By the time I got back to the room, B had the old shit piled all nice and neat in the corner.

"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."

Rules Girl was having trouble getting the picture.

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

"I busted in."

"Faith!"

She kills me. If they didn't want people B &Eing, they shouldn't oughta store the goods behind a locked door. I figure that's like an engraved invite to come on in. Plus, the guy in the hall was enough for me. No way was I parading my goods if I didn't have to.

"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."

I could see her thinking it over and she was agreeing with that part of it for sure, but the Girl Scout in her just wasn't ready to give up the ghost yet.

"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 did good staying on target, although the Head Slayer was very clean when she got out, 'specially in all her hard to reach places. Neither of us bothered with putting anything on, sleeping in the raw was now not only allowed but demanded. We had to make the bed before we could get in it, so I went around to the other side and we got the bottom sheet on, no sweat. It was when B started spreading out the top sheet that it happened.

She kinda threw it, and it floated down slow. I stood there waiting and B said:

"They smell good, don't they?"

I felt spooked.

"What?"

"Clean sheets…like summer."

"I wouldn't…B?"

"Are you remembering this?"

She looked confused, which figured. We'd never talked about the dream, not even once because I thought it was just a coma thing in my fucked up brain. But now it was obvious that it was a Slayer dream, at least part of it was anyway, although maybe B really did wanna shove the knife in again back then.

Was I remembering? Yeah, I was remembering and freaking out and going where I hated to go. The only one of those words that made it out to her was:

"…Yeah."

She hurried around to my side of the bed and I woulda moved away if she hadn't gotten hold of my hands.

"But it's different this time."

"Yeah."

Yeah, it was different all right, but it was way too easy to remember a time when I was insane and evil and no good for her.

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

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely yeah."

I felt like I was five years old as I hugged her.

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

"I like it when you insist."

I wanted to let it go, but I couldn't shake it. It felt like I should beg her to forgive me even though I knew she already had.

"B?"

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

"But…"

"Hey…"

The tone of her voice had me lifting my head up to look at her.

"…don't make me get tough."

She smiled then, a big warm, full of love "Buffy" smile, and everything shitty started fading away.

"What would ya do?"

"Well first…"

She pushed me back on the bed.

"…I'd kiss you."

And she did, then kept explaining things to me.

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

"And ya think that's you?"

B sat down and started moving until she made me moan and grab onto her hips.

"Don't you?"

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

She laid down on me, her body touching mine all over.

"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."

God, she was so sweet, and I didn't have any doubt how she felt about me. I wanted to say something to her, to thank her, but with her touching me like she was I couldn't make any words come out. B wasn't having any problem with the talking.

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

It felt like she was healing me with every word, every touch.

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

She was inside me now, moving just right.

"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?"

She had me doing whatever she wanted, and what she wanted now was for me to answer her.

"…Y…Yeah?"

She leaned forward practically whispering in my ear:

"The way we fuck each other."

I exploded then – with love, sex, redemption, understanding, and everything else that was inside of me.

We went at it a long time, and B made it her mission to make it clear to me that I was hers and that she loved every bit of me. When we were done, I snuggled into her to go to sleep, and man did I love being right where I was.

I'd always wanted her and I finally had her. It wasn't like I could take the credit for it though. B had come after me full speed ahead, guns blazing, and I knew that thought was always gonna make me smile for the rest of my life.

Buffy Anne Summers had wanted me and she hadn't taken no for an answer. She had lied, schemed, cheated, and played just as dirty as anybody'd ever played anything. None of that shit was in her wheelhouse, but B took a swing anyways and she knocked it right the fuck outta the park.

Not like it was a surprise she managed to do what she'd set out to do. She's Buffy and she always gets the job done. There's nothing but fight and courage in her, and when she aims that at you, you don't stand a chance, 'specially not when she piles on the love too.

I wanted to stay awake, but I was too warm, happy, and satisfied. I decided I should just rest my eyes for a couple, then tell her just how fucking fantastic she makes me…

 


 

I was up bright and early, right when the morning hit. I moved careful 'cause B was still out cold, and I didn't wanna wake her. I made it to the phone in the other room and called Giles. This was gonna work, it had to work.

He answered after two rings and we shot the shit for a while, then I went for it. I pushed all of his buttons just as hard as I could, pulling out all the stops. I guilted him saying he loved B more than me. I told him he was lousy with dough, rolling in it, and I explained the Council oughta wanna keep its two best employees happy. I even tried to embarrass him with sex talk. He finally caved and said we could stay, so I gave him a little something by pretending to care how much it was gonna cost him to make it happen.

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

Because he's Giles, he started talking about the "inherent beauty of the location" me and B were in. Yeah, like we're here to study. He kept going, being all Giles until I lost it.

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

"Yes, well crude and youthful exuberance aside, there are some incredibly unique, downright obscure features associated with that area. It seems more than a tad wasteful to not avail yourselves of every facet…"

I tried to work with him:

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

"A most wonderful opportunity has been laid at your feet, and with the five extra days you've just been granted, I fail to understand how you can so cavalierly pass up the chance to…"

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

That came out way louder and more direct than I meant it to.

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

He didn't get mad, that was the good news. Say what you wanna about the guy, but he loves Buffy somethin' fierce and somehow he loves me too. He was way happy we were finally together, and he didn't really give a shit about anything else.

"So Faith, might I surmise that you are in fact, deliriously happy?"

"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?"

"It happened because you're a wonderful young woman who through sheer force of will has made herself into someone it's impossible not to love."

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

Hearing him say that…Damn, I got all choked up, so I bluffed my way out of it by teasing him that he was my father-in law. For a second, he thought I mean it.

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

"I'm glad to hear that – both your desire and the fact that it hasn't happened yet. I'd very much like to be there for the ceremony, perhaps even give Buffy away if she were amenable to the idea."

"Well who else would give her away?"

"Yes, well, it would be nothing but an honor. I think of her as my daughter and..."

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

He was gonna get going on me next, so I cut him off and he let me. He did make me pay by telling me that Kennedy was making noises about taking over the crossbow training of the newer girls.

"No! You tell that little punk I will kick her ass if she pulls that!"

"I believe she also implied that she could handle their introduction to knife…"

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

"Do you happen to know what all that was about?"

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

That got him bitching about being in the dark and yeah, well so was I. I'd forgotten all about it, but based on everything I know now, it probably had something to do with me. At least B would spill the beans when I asked her this time.

I told him to stop whining 'cause did he really think a Slayer was gonna squeal on another Slayer to a Watcher? That's like an unspoken code, so no way is anybody gonna stab even a lame brain like Kennedy in the back. Except for me.

I was gonna tell Giles the first second I could what went down. Him and me kinda got used to shootin' the shit like little old ladies when it was just the two of us. We don't keep secrets from each other, not when it comes to stuff as juicy as B almost choking Kennedy to death. No way was I gonna pass that up. He knew I had his back, that was why he brought it up.

We started wrapping it and I asked if Xand got home okay. He did, and no surprise him and the artifact were safe and secure. Giles somehow got back on the wonders of where me and B were, and I had to agree with him…although I'm guessing my wonders and his are wicked different things.

He started hinting around, so I butted in and told him we already got him three books. Guy's such a moron sometimes; like we'd ever go anyplace and not get him something to read. He was all happy and told us to be careful, like a dad who was worried about his kids just because.

I wanted to say something to him because he's been so great to me.

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

"You're more than welcome, Faith. I lo..."

Damn. Sneaky bastard worked it in anyways.

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

I heard him laughing as we hung up.

It was time to wake B up and share the good news with her. She was gonna be so damn happy. I started to head into the bedroom when I realized I might as well order breakfast. I told'em to send extra syrup 'cause that was fun and I wanted to see if I could stick B's boobs together…or maybe to mine.

She was still sleeping and her leg was just waiting for me. I started down low, kissing my way up slowly.

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

She was so gonna shit herself. I kept edging up.

Good morning, B. Rise and shine time.

She started moving around and saying my name, and I love how fast that always happens.

"Faith…"

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

"Faith…"

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

Her whole body blushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead she moved right with me, and I had to slide a hand up to kinda hold her down.

My fingers were on her stomach and I could feel her abs coming and going. Fuck, she's so sexy and we are so gonna shop for a bikini later. I wanna see as much as I can at all times, and her wearin' a circus tent of a suit ain't gonna cut it anymore.

B was being so loud, I could barely hear the knock on the door. I smiled big and picked up the pace. She smells like a hundred summers to come, and she is all mine.

Fucking perfect.

 

 THE END

 


 

 
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