Remember that part where I said that bein' me wasn't so hard sometimes?
Well, it definitely wasn't hard to be me when I woke up in the middle of the night to feel B trailin her hands up and down my naked body and leavin soft kisses everywhere she touched.
That was one hell of a wake-up call.
See, now, I was never given that kind of attention before. Sex was more of a 'wham-bam thank you ma'am' thing for me. Normally by this point, I'd be happily alone. I would never let anyone get close enough to do the sweet and loving things that she was doin' to me then and there.
It wasn't just touching. It wasn't just kissing. It wasn't just gettin to know my body.
She was worshipping me, just like I had wanted to do to her the night before. Only, I never got the chance.
I was too busy with the whole 'fucking her' thing. Heh.
No, wait. I've gotta stop myself there. It wasn't fucking, and it wasn't just sex either. I was makin love to her. For the first time in my life, I made love to someone. True, I didn't get off or anything . . . but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to me was the fact that she let me get so close to her; that she let me tell her and show her how I felt without pushing me away.
Yeah, it pretty much blew my fucking mind.
But, I guess that whole 'me not getting' off' thing wasn't a big issue anymore, cos Buffy soon started trailin her kisses southward from my stomach.
I musta shivered or twitched or somethin cos all the sudden, she was kissin her way back up my body, not stoppin 'til she reached my lips.
Yeah, I could DEFINITELY get used to bein woken up like that.
"Morning, sleepy." She said as she pulled back from the kiss, propping herself up so that she was lookin down at me. Her voice was raspy and thick, most likely a result of her crying and then sleepin all night.
"Hey." I smiled, liftin my head up a little to give her a chaste peck on her lips.
"Did I wake you up?" She asked playfully as she traced lazy circles on my stomach.
I couldn't help it as my muscles jumped at her touch. Not only am I ticklish, but . . . well, I had Buffy's hands on me. Buffy's hands. My muscles were as fuckin excited as the rest of me was.
I nodded my head a little. "Yeah, ya did. But I'm not exactly complainin here. Feel free to continue." I joked.
Somehow, I didn't think she was gonna take me seriously.
But, as I was quickly learnin, Buffy Summers was just full of fuckin surprises. After leanin in for one last mind-blowin kiss, she started lazily draggin her tongue down my body.
She started at my jawline, then made sure to nibble and suck on my neck for awhile. Next thing I knew, she had a nipple in her mouth and was busy rubbin and tweakin the other one in her warm little hand.
Much like a pre-pubescent boy, that's all it took. Sixty-seconds of her hot little mouth on my nipple and I was coming. She didn't even get close to my pussy yet, and I was already feelin satisfied.
She pulled her mouth off my achingly hard nipple and looked up at me through her eyelashes, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Did you just do what I think you did?" She asked.
Cue inappropriate blushing.
"Uhh, yeah, I guess I did, B." I said sheepishly.
Wait a minute. There was no reason for me to feel awkward about that. Life would be good if everyone had spontaneous orgasms like that. I think there'd be a lot less angry people out there.
On that note: let's give a big 'Hell Yeah!' to spontaneous orgasms!! HELL YEAH!!!
Heh. I guess that makes me a fuckin cheerleader. Mmm . . . fucking cheerleaders. Wasn't B a cheerleader? Oh man, that's HOT.
Sorry, thought train. Right.
Anyhow, after B found out that I came without her even having to touch me, she laughed out loud.
"Oh, Faith. I can SO do better than that. I thought my first time with a girl would be more of a challenge than that."
I smirked at her and waggled my eyebrows.
"So, you've thought about havin sex with girls then, huh?"
Yeah, it was HER turn to blush then.
"Umm . . . only you. But, I always pictured it a little differently than how it happened 2 minutes ago." She said with a wicked little grin.
Well.
That was a pleasant little revelation.
She thought about having sex with me before. Definitely made me feel like less of a perv for all the times I thought about fucking her senseless.
Far be it from me to stop her dreams from coming true. Yeah, I'm real giving like that.
Again, I smirked at her.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have any plans at the moment. Maybe ya wanna show me how that dream went, yeah?"
And with a huge grin on her face, she continued her descent down my body, kissing and licking and sucking every inch that she came in contact with. When I felt her pass my bellybutton, I knew that I'd be experiencing her hot and talented mouth on my pussy any second.
No sooner than I had the thought did I feel her tongue run up my dripping slit.
Holy Mary Mother of God.
She hadn't even touched my clit yet and I felt like I was about to pop again. Maybe it was because I had pictured havin sex with her for so long that my body was too excited. In hopes of tryin' to hold off my oncoming orgasm for just a little longer, I grabbed a handful of sheets and gritted my teeth.
B musta sensed what I was tryin to do . . . and I think she was completely entertained by it. She lifted her head to look up and me and had this goofy grin on her face. Gently, she brought her head back down and nudged my legs further apart, openin me up more so she could have her wicked way with me.
She inhaled real deep a few times before placing a kiss on my inner thigh . . . then the skin where my inner leg meets my pussy lips . . . then the top of my clean-shaven mound . . . and finally, right smack dab on my clit.
I hissed at the contact, but still, I was tryin' to control myself.
But my little B knew exactly what she wanted and exactly what she was doin'. I glanced down to catch her devious grin right before she took my clit in her mouth and started to furiously suck on it.
She had an agenda: she was gonna make me come fast and hard. Repeatedly, I think.
I clenched my eyes shut as my breath hitched in my throat. This. Was. Heaven.
There was no stoppin the girly little squeal that escaped my throat when she started to flick her tongue over my hard clit as she continued to suck on it at the same time.
See, now this was where guys were different. They could get the 'suck' down, and they could get the 'flick' down, but they couldn't do both at once. Nope, not at all. Not like Buffy was doin' to me right then and there.
I made a conscious decision at that point: no more sex with guys. Ever. Strictly ladies for me from that point on.
No, fuck that. Strictly Buffy for me from that point on. There was no way that anyone else would ever be able to compare to her, so there was no use tryin. My heart belonged to Buffy.
And apparently, my clit belonged to her too cos she wasn't lettin up on it at all. SO not complainin about that. Shit, as long as she kept doin' what she was doin' I didn't care about anything else at all.
Not even a minute after she started, I felt myself startin to lose control. My tight grip on the sheets managed to tear them down the middle, and I'm pretty sure that I was tastin blood in my mouth from biting my lip so hard.
As my stomach muscles tightened and my body trembled roughly from the orgasm running through me, Buffy changed up her method a little. She released my clit from the confines of her mouth and started to run her tongue flat against it, letting me ride out my orgasm in perfect comfort.
I lay there panting like mad, eyes still clenched shut as my body slowly stopped its trembling.
Not to brag or anything . . . but that was the most wicked powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life, and I've had LOTS of sex, man. I'd say that you should try it sometime, but . . . yeah, I'm not about ready to share B with ya.
When I had finished coming down from my orgasm, I was finally able to unclench my eyes. Blinkin a few times to clear the stars I was seein, I glanced down at B. She looked like the cat that got the canary . . . all proud smile and raised eyebrow.
"B . . ." I huffed out huskily, but she didn't let me go on.
"Shhhhh." She whispered. "I'm not done yet."
With that said, she lowered her head to my dripping pussy yet again, this time licking away some of my juices. I coulda told her to wipe the wetness that was on her chin, but I was at a sudden loss for words as I felt her languidly licking along my folds.
Again with the heaven.
My clit started throbbin again, still supersensitive from her last encounter with it.
She shocked me again when she slowly pushed her tongue into my dripping hole and started rubbing my clit at the same with her thumb.
I was startin to wonder exactly if I was really the first girl B had been with, but I couldn't even finish that thought as the ecstasy of the moment hit me.
Her little pink tongue suddenly felt large and thick, like it was fillin me up completely. She started out workin it in nice and slow, but she picked up the pace as the minutes progressed. Her thumb kept a constant motion on my clit . . . soft enough to make me crave more.
My body started writhing on the bed, arching up and conveniently pressing myself harder into her. Heh. Yeah, I know how to work it.
I half expected her to tease me . . . to back off the more I pushed into her. But, she didn't. She was givin me exactly what I wanted . . . what I needed.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she started doin' this thing. She was kinda moanin or groanin, makin her tongue hum with the vibrations. It was fuckin hot, and just enough to bring me to the point of orgasm.
"Oh god . . . oh, B . . . fuck." I groaned out, surprisingly silent with the exception of a few moans, grunts, and hisses until that point.
My hips started to pump a little more furiously as my orgasm began to wash over me. I felt her hands grab onto my hips, tryin to steady me as she pulled her tongue from my cunt and started flickin at my clit again.
I was almost disappointed to feel the loss of her tongue inside, but her fingers quickly replaced it and began to work their own magic.
"OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgod!" I cried out, again clenching my eyes shut in fear that they'd shoot right the fuck outta my head if I didn't.
When my third and final orgasm washed over me, I fell completely limp back onto the bed. I was panting so hard and I coulda swore that I was seein' stars. I was completely spent. Heh. Apparently, it's really hard to lay there and get worshipped, especially three kick-ass orgasms later.
I sighed contentedly, a smile playing across my lips as I felt B climbing up the bed and nestling herself along the side of my body. It all felt too good to be true. Fuck, it probably was. 'Naughty girls' like me don't end up happy, and we definitely don't get the girl.
But I was too fuckin' ecstatic to let anything bring me down at that point. Aliens coulda landed and took over, the moon coulda crashed into the sun; hell, even an apocalypse coulda started and I still woulda thought it was a pretty damn good day.
So, I lay there completely spent, B curled up against me and placing soft kisses on my arm and shoulder. Our legs were tangled up together and I came to the sudden realization that she musta taken her jeans off at some point in time. My mind was yellin for me to perk up and glance down at her goodies, but my body wouldn't let me.
"Don't worry . . . it'll still be here in the morning." She said jokingly, instalntly knowing what I thinkin about.
I didn't let it show, but I was so completely fuckin happy when she said that. It meant that she was stayin' the night with me. It meant that I wouldn't wake up alone feelin' used and dirty. And I was fairly sure that it meant that she wasn't havin' any regrets about what happened between us.
During my thoughts, she had leaned up on her elbow and was starin' down at me with an amused look on her face. I was finally broken from my thoughts and looked up at her with my eyebrows furrowed.
"What?" I asked, wondering what was amusing her so.
"Nothing." She giggled. "You're just adorable is all. Guess I've never gotten to see that side of you before. I've seen happy and sad, sultry and alluring, angry and more angry, but I've never seen cute and adorable. I like it."
Before I could complain about being called 'cute' and 'adorable' her lips were on mine and she was suckin on my tongue.
Yeah, not fair. Way to throw a girl off: tongue sucking.
I pulled back slightly when I noticed a particular taste in her mouth . . . the taste of my pussy. It jarred me slightly. I couldn't believe that I was tasting my pussy on Buffy Summers' lips. In fact, I couldn't believe that Buffy Summers had just fucked me and made me come three times. Apparently, the Powers that Be musta been havin' a lotto on good fortune, and I was holdin' the winning ticket.
Heh . . . 'all it takes is a dollar and a dream', baby. Well, maybe not a dollar and a dream so much in this case. More like a giant worm demon and a boyfriend on the run.
Whatever. It all worked out in my favor anyways.
"You taste like me." I murmured against her lips as I pulled her body closer to me.
"Pretty good, huh?" She asked, tickling my sides slightly and making me wriggle around a bit.
I giggled, finally making her pull away from my lips. She brushed the hair outta my face, her face only about a foot away from mine.
"Well, I don't really know if it's 'good', B. I don't have much to compare it to at the minute. Maybe you can help me out with that part." I said with a wicked grin.
Slayer stamina. Gotta love it. I was just about rarin' and ready to go again.
"Mmmm." She mumbled as she lay her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. "Sleep first, eat later." She finished with a smile, causing me to laugh aloud.
"You can count on it." I said as I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before swiftly falling asleep.
The morning came all too soon. I woke up completely wrapped up in Buffy. Her hair was covering me, her arms and legs were intertwined with mine, and she was basically on top of me.
I'm pretty sure that it was the best possible way I could've ever imagined waking up. I guess that makes me a big ol' sap, but I don't fuckin care, man. If you were in my shoes . . . or rather, in my bed with her, you'd feel the same way.
I woke her up by placing a hundred tiny kisses all over her face. Girly, I know, but I guess she just brings that out in me.
Sex was probably the next thought that crossed my mind. I realized how intimate our position was and it was makin me wicked hot. Gently, I rolled her over and started kissin her really soft, but I stopped when I felt her hands gently pushing on my shoulders.
"Mmm, Faith." She moaned. "If we start that, I'm never gonna leave."
I kissed her a little deeper before I finally pulled my lips from hers and buried my face in her neck.
"That was kinda the plan." I joked. As if she had never stopped me, I started kissin and sucking on her neck. Her skin tasted like a mixture of cherries and vanilla.
Made me want to eat her in more ways than one.
After about a minute of letting me have my naughty way, she finally pushed me back again.
"As much as I'd love to stay . . . my mom's probably worried sick about me. I wouldn't be surprised is she sent out Willow and Xander as a search party." She said with a small amount of sadness in her voice. "I should probably go."
She moved to get up out of bed, so I let her go. If it was my choice, we'd stay in bed for days, completely naked. But, I knew she was right. Joyce was probably worried sick, and I didn't wanna add to B's oncoming grief.
I watched her as she walked around my room and picked up her articles of clothing, putting them on one by one as she found them.
Suddenly, a wave of fear hit me. What did the night we spent together mean to her? Was she my girlfriend? Was she gonna pretend it never happened? Was I supposed to be low-key, or could I shout it out to the world?
"Hey, B." I began, my voice slightly shaky. "So . . . what do we do now?"
She looked kinda confused.
"Umm, well . . . I'm gonna go home . . . shower, probably go back to bed for a while. You can go back to sleep too . . . I know it's kinda early for you. Hey . . . if you're hungry, I'll run across the street and pick up some pastries and coffee for you."
Thoughtful as she was, it wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for.
As she leaned over to pull on her shoes, I grabbed onto her hand and pulled her into a sitting position next to me.
"That's not what I was talking about. I mean . . . where do we go from here? Last night was . . . well, it was pretty fuckin fantastic. I loved holdin' you against me and just havin' you here with me. Was it . . . was this a one-time deal?" I asked shyly, turning my head down.
She paused for a minute before putting her finger under my chin and tilting my head back up, placing a feather-light kiss on my lips.
"I don't really know where to go from here." She said honestly.
I just about felt my heart break. But then she continued.
"But I do know that being in your arms? It felt right. Like I was supposed to be in them." She paused again, thinking over her words. "I don't think that I'm at a point where I can be defining things, because my life is in such disarray right now. But . . . I don't want this to be a one time thing."
I couldn't help the huge smile that popped up on my face.
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Really." She answered back with a smile. "But . . ."
Oh jesus. Not the but. Anything but the but.
" . . . I don't wanna make big with the publicity. I'm definitely not ready for all that. Can this just be between you and me? At least for now?"
Well, that wasn't too much to ask. I could understand her wanting to be low-key for a while. Like she said, her life was in a pretty big state of chaos then. All she needed was the drama of introducing something like this to her friends and family. I didn't wanna add to the mess, so I shamelessly agreed to keep things quiet.
"Yeah, that's fine with me B. But, there's just one more thing: there'll be more sex, right?" I added with a devious grin.
A grin popped up on her face that matched mine perfectly.
"Well, duh." She said as she closed the distance between us and kissed me hungrily.
It didn't take me much convincing for me to have her completely naked and writing under me again as I made her come like a freight train.
But, I did make her call her mom first.
I'm considerate like that.
At about noon, she was dressed again and walkin out my door. I was sad to see her go, but I was in definite need of a good nap.
As the door closed behind her, I buried my face in the pillow she had been using, inhaling deeply as if to soak up her remaining scent.
I was so completely wrapped up in her, and things were looking as if they were gonna work out. I just had to be patient and show some self-restraint.
I guess it just sucks that two of my weaknesses are a lack of patience and a lack of self-restraint. Oh yeah, and let's not forget my weakness for cute blondes that give good head. Heh.
I fell asleep with a big-ass goofy grin on my face. For once in my life . . . I was almost perfectly happy, and things were looking up.
Chapter Eight - Summer Lovin
If you asked me to list ten ways that I thought I'd be spending that summer, 'shackin up with Buffy' probably wouldn't have been on my list. I mean, yeah, it's what I wanted to happen, but I'm used to not gettin' what I want
Maybe some things are too good to be true, but at the time? Man, it seemed so fuckin perfect.
Shortly after graduation, Xander decided that he wanted to travel. He packed up his beat-up old truck and took off for about eight weeks, driving as far as his gas money could take him. I think he was tryin' to find some kind of direction in his seemingly directionless life
Hey, I can relate.
Willow, on the other hand, got pretty wrapped up in her relationship with Oz. I guess that after she finally had sex with the guy, she realized what she had been missin' all those years. I'm pretty sure that most of their summer was spent shacked up in his bedroom, which was, of course, fine by me
Not that I didn't like Red, cos I did. I do. She's a cool girl and all, but . . . even though she didn't know it, she was pretty much the biggest factor in why B didn't want people to know about 'us'.
After years of being 'good Buffy', she didn't want to seem 'flawed' or 'wrong' in the eyes of her best friend. I guess I can understand that. I mean . . . B's probably the closest thing to a 'best friend' that I've ever had, and I'd never want her to see my flaws
Trust me, I have many
But I'm not here to tell ya about my flaws. It'd take up too much of your time
As I was sayin' B's two main distractions, Red and Xander, were pretty much outta the picture. Angel was in L.A. Her Ma was workin' lots of over-time, tryin' to save up money to pay for her college. Giles was around, but he had his own stuff. You know, boring bookish kinda stuff
Anyhow, that pretty much left me and B to ourselves
SO not complaining
I don't think I've ever been closer to another person in my life. Physically and emotionally. It was kinda new territory for me, and I had to learn as I went, but . . . well, folks, it was a bona fide relationship. First one I ever had
And it pretty much turned me into a big fuckin sap. I can't really say that I was 'pussy-whipped' cos B had me wrapped around her little finger long before I ever got to taste her. Still, you get the idea
We spent pretty much every night together. We spent so much time together, in fact, that I decided to get outta that old dingy motel. My B was too good for that. I needed someplace new and fresh that was worthy of her and that didn't make me too ashamed to smuggle her back to every night
But, see, apartments aren't exactly free, as I had to learn the hard way. I had to get all responsible and stuff. I got a job at the Bronze, workin' wherever they needed me. Bartending, waiting tables, security, settin' up musical instruments for the bands, etc. The manager had a sweet spot for me, so he gave me more money per hour than I deserved, and I got tips some nights too
I found a decent apartment in downtown SunnyD and with Giles as a co-signer, I moved in in the beginning of July. It wasn't spectacular or anything, but it was home. It had 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a full bathroom, living room, a loft . . . but most importantly, it had B. It was more than I ever needed
So, as I was sayin, B and I spent most of our days together. Most nights, too. She didn't lie to her Ma about where she was sleepin either. I guess that Mrs. S figured that since her two best friends were temporarily outta the picture, I'd be serving as the new distraction. Besides, she was outta town on business a lot and didn't want B to be alone
I was kinda surprised how natural my relationship with B came along. It was like she didn't even care that we were pretty unconventional. Seein' as how strait-laced she was, I was pretty sure that she'd freak out after that first night we had sex . . . but she was really casual about it. Comfortable even. A lot of our communication was done through silence . . . a glance, a touch . . . we just seemed to fit perfectly together
We also laughed a lot. One time after I had chased her around the apartment until we collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the bed, I asked her how I ever got so lucky to end up with her. Her response?
"Because no one else answered my personal ad: 'Single Slayer seeks Same. Must enjoy moonlit strolls through the cemetery and candle-lit rituals'."
My girl. So witty. You better believe that I gave it to her good after that
I guess that you're probably wonderin' what our sex-life was like.
Well, a true lady reveals nothin'
Then again . . .
. . . I'm no fuckin lady. I'm a sex-machine. Faith, the sex-bot. That's me. So . . .
Sex with B was fuckin awesome. She was a really quick learner and an incredible student. I'd like to think that I taught her everything she knows about pussy . . . but then I remember that she's had one her whole life and pretty much knows how it works. I was just her practice-dummy. Not that I minded of course.
I really didn't mind.
I think maybe that the thought of it did freak her out for about the first week or so, but she got over it when she realized how good things could be.
How good we were together.
We snuggled a lot. At her request, of course. But it's not like I minded. In fact, she turned me into a closet 'snuggler'. I'd get all kindsa cranky if I didn't get my daily Buffy-snuggles.
But, see, being that close in proximity to her got me all worked up, too. To feel her heart beating against my chest or back. Her breath tickling my neck. Her warm skin pressed up against mine. If she was a drink, she'd be called a 'Horny-Maker', and she'd be completely intoxicating. And addicting. 'One taste and you'll be coming back for more'.
Basically, this is how it would go:
We'd be sittin' on my new queen-sized bed watchin TV. Sure, we coulda stayed in the living room and done the same thing, but . . . the bedroom was kinda our safe-haven. It was special . . . just for us.
Most of the time, I'd sit with my back up against the back wall and she'd settle in-between my legs, her back into my chest and her head resting on my shoulder. I'd always be really warm, especially with her body against me, but she'd insist that she was cold and pull the comforter up around us.
We were the perfect little 'Fuffy Cocoon', as she liked to call it.
But like I said, bein' that close to her just does somethin' to me. Always has. Only, I was finally able to act on my urges after our little revelation on graduation day.
I'd try to behave as long as I could. B would undoubtedly be wrapped up in some kinda girly movie that she was makin' me watch. So, I'd start little. Yunno, wrap my arms around her stomach a little bit tighter. Squeeze them a little 'til I saw the corners of her mouth crack up a bit in the teeniest of smiles. Give her a little kiss on the shoulder.
Then she'd mess up though, cos she'd make that little 'mmm' sound in the back of her throat. It was a simple little sound. A single syllable of appreciation or contentment. I, for one, certainly appreciated it. It made me even hotter for her. There was no turning back at that point.
I'd slowly drag my lips from her shoulder to her neck, kissing really gently along the way. I wouldn't do it too hard, cos if I did it would drag her out of her little daze and she'd probably try to stop me and make me watch the movie.
Finally, my lips would get to her neck and I'd be REALLY turned on by that point, see, cos that's where most of the 'Buffy-smell' is located. It's where I can smell her hair and her skin all at the same time . . . a perfect combination of jasmine and vanilla and . . . something else. I think I finally found out what the secret ingredient was in her scent. It was like she added a little bit of 'delicious' to her patented mix of lotions and sprays.
Softly, I'd start to suck on her neck at just about the same time that my left had would creep up under her t-shirt and start to massage her breast. By that point, she'd know what I was gettin' up to, but she'd be pretty powerless to stop me.
Powerless, you ask?
Yeah, powerless.
Why, you ask?
Well, that's simple. Right as I'd be suckin' and lickin' at her pulse point and toyin' with her nipple, I'd slide my right hand under the waist of her panties and start to tickle at the spot just above her hairless pussy.
Her response was the same every time. She'd turn her face slightly towards me, just enough so that she could see me out of the corner of her eye if she tried. But, she wouldn't take her eyes off the TV. It was a game . . . tryin to see who would give in first . . . either her to call out my name or stop me or somethin', or me to flip her over and fuck her properly. Then her breath would start to pick up and her lips would part, just enough so that she was blowin' warm puffs of air on the side of my face.
Yeah, she knew what she was doin'. She's a fuckin temptress, she is.
After a few seconds of gettin' not nearly close enough to her clit, I'd finally stop my teasin' and slide my hand down that extra couple of inches and give it a nice quick flick. Just one or two flicks. Just enough to make B's breath pause in her throat and her back arch a little.
I'd keep my eyes on the TV as I slipped my fingers through her slick folds, gettin' them nice and wet from her juices. I'd tease around her hole for a minute or two, not fuckin' her but just lettin the tip of one of my fingers enter her every now and then.
It made her all kindsa hot. I could tell by the way that she'd wriggle around ever-so-slightly against my body.
But she wouldn't give in. She wouldn't cry out for me to fuck her or rub harder or faster. Nope. Neither of us would say a word. We'd just feed off of the silence between us.
Then I'd get to the point where I couldn't hold back anymore. I was gonna win if it killed me.
Without warning, I'd glide my fingers back up through her wetness and search out her clit, instantly starting to move against it. There was no sense in going slow. We got to do 'slow' all night long. This was about just being together, and casually at that. No neon signs, no fireworks. Just us.
Yep, just us. Oh, and my intense desire to get her screamin' out my name.
I'm selfish like that. If I'm gonna make her come, she's gonna scream for me.
It's the courteous thing to do, after all. Heh.
Her clit would basically be callin' out for attention by that time. All swollen and sensitive and hard. I'd slide my fingers around and across it, fast, hard, repeatedly. There was no letting up on it or givin' her a chance to catch her breath. There are no time-outs in sex. At least, not in the kind of sex I have.
She'd be moving against my hand, tryin' to keep it right where it was, pushin' against it harder. I'd keep teasin' her nipple, pinchin' it a few times and cuppin' her whole breast in my hand, pullin' her back against my body.
Then her breath would start comin' out in short gasps, and she'd be moanin' and groanin' in the back of her throat, tryin' to keep from cryin' out in pleasure.
Have I mentioned that I'm fuckin GOOD in the sack?
Yeah, I probably mentioned it once or a hundred times. What can I say? I know what I know, and fucking just happens to be one of my three specialties, 'slaying' and 'making love' being the other two. Yeah, B helped me with that last one. I loved her silly.
But back to my hand in her panties and her coming against it. I won't pretend that you're interested in anything but that. I'm not completely stupid.
Her breathing would be pickin' up and that's when it would happen: She'd bite down on her bottom lip to keep from callin' out.
That's also when I'd take my eyes off the TV and start watchin' her face. I'll tell ya, there is NOTHING sexier than watching Buffy come. Her eyes kinda close half way, and she scrunches up her face a little. If her teeth weren't so busy biting into her lower lip, they'd be clenched together and her lips would be parted, allowing the sexiest little noises to escape her mouth.
Kinda like, 'ngghh' and 'mpffh' and 'ahhh' and 'mmmhhh' and 'ohgodohgodohgodohgod'.
That last one was kinda one of my favorites.
Still, my number one favorite had to be 'Faithhhhhh', which I'd have her incredibly close to callin' out at that point in time.
I'd know how close she was by the way she was pumping her hips, and I'd know how close I was to winning. So I'd get a little bit mean.
I'd slow down my fingers to a gentle caress, slowly circling her clit but not really touching it.
She knew what I was doing. I knew what I was doing. Fuck, the people on the TV probably knew what I was doing.
Finally, she'd give in.
"Faith, please." She'd whisper. Almost like if she whispered it, it wasn't losing.
"Please what, B?" I'd ask coyly, bringing my mouth up to her hear so my breath tickled it. I'd press my fingers into her hard little clit real quick before softly circling around it again.
"Ngghhh!" That sound, oh god, that sound! "Make me come." She'd reply, her voice shaky and hoarse.
Her wish was my command.
I'm not a complete sadist, yunno. All she had to do was ask in the first place.
I'd slide my fingers across her clit again, fast and hard and with determination. The sound of her wetness would fill up the room, even over the soft voices of the TV.
B's a pretty bendy girl . . . she'd somehow manage to twist enough so that she was kissing me sloppily on the mouth, her tongue bumping up against my teeth and lips. Hey, YOU try kissing from that angle with your hand in your girls' panties and see how neat it is. I can guarantee that you'll end up with a nice little trail of saliva around your mouth.
She'd finally come with my fingers rubbing across her sensitive clit, screaming my name against my lips. I think I may have partial hearing loss in both of my ears from her. Not that I'm complaining or anything. It was wicked hot.
Her body would tense up as she rode out her orgasm, my fingers slowing down a little bit and becoming more gentle as the shudders passed through her body. When she finally stopped quaking, I'd pull my hand up out of her panties and lower my hand from her breast, wrapping them again across her midsection.
Even though we were already impossibly close, I'd pull her even tighter against me, slumping us back against the wall. Neither one of us would speak until her breathing had evened out.
"I love you, baby." I'd say, kissing her temple, both of our eyes back on the TV as we smiled softly.
"I love you too." She'd reply, wrapping her arms over mine.
I'd sigh contentedly and continue watching the movie with her, commenting on the general crappiness of it.
"B, why are we watchin' this? Freddie Prinze, Jr. is such a bad actor. Couldn't we watch Aliens or Bride of Chucky or something?" I'd whine a little.
"Shhhhh." She'd answer, nudging me a little in the ribs and trying to hide her smile.
We'd lay there as late as we could, basking in the afterglow until life would come in and sweep us away. Slaying, work, family, friends. Something would always come in to break up our day. But it didn't really matter to me, cos I knew that I had her every day anyways.
That was only one aspect of our sex-life: our little midday romp.
There was also the morning sex, and the pre-slayage or pre-work sex. Then there was the bed-time sex. Oh! And sometimes, middle-of-the-night sex, too. No, it wasn't all in one day. Some days we just spent cuddling or snuggling.
Even then, though, when life would get in the way, we still found time for each other. I'd go to work. She'd go out slaying. When she was finished, she'd come and visit me. I never failed to hook her up with free drinks, and I never failed to sneak in a few dances with her during the night.
Every now and then, Red and Oz would come in too. The boss would take pity on me and let me go sit with them for an hour or so, and he'd even send us over some free drinks. Like I said, he had a sweet spot for me.
Well, that, and I think he saw me and B screwin' on the pool table after I had closed up the place one night.
Fuck, if it meant that I got to spend more time with Buffy AND we got free drinks outta the deal, I didn't mind if he took a sneaky-peak every now and again. As long as he didn't ask to touch or join in, it was five-by-five in my book.
When Red and Oz would come to the club, B and I would act like we were just friends. Let me tell ya, it was a HARD thing to do, man. My body was used to bein' near her and touchin' her. It would subconsciously try to do so.
One time, Red caught me when I was softly rubbin' my hand on B's back. B and I were so used to small stuff like that that we didn't even realize that it looked out of the norm. Only when I glanced over at Red and saw her raised eyebrow did I realize the predicament that I was in.
My hand jumped a little and I startled B, and she finally realized that we were caught.
But smooth as ever, I saved the day.
"You got hair all over your back, B. Are ya shedding or something?" And I started to pick at her shirt like I was pulling strands of hair off of it. "Hey Oz-man, is it shedding season or something?" I asked, tryin' to change the subject.
"Not that I'm aware of." He answered with a little grin.
"He only gets shed-y right after the full moon." Red said, turning to look at him with that goofy grin on her face. Fuck, they were so in love.
Crisis averted. The two of them started to coo at one another, and B and I were in the clear. We gave each other a relieved look as we put a little bit of distance between us.
Yeah, it hurt that I couldn't be with her the way that I wanted to, yunno, in public and all. It was damned hard to keep my hands off of her. But, I was willin' to take her in any way that I could get her. If it meant keepin' things on the low-down for a while, I was fine with it.
After an hour or so, I'd have to go back to work. I always made sure to keep an eye on B from behind the bar though, cos I wasn't about to let anyone mess with my girl. An hour or two after that, Red and Oz would finally say goodbye for the night. It was always perfect timing, cuos I'd be getting' ready to close up the club and the crowd would slowly start to thin out.
B would watch me across the room, smilin' at me and waving a little every time I looked over at her, which was pretty fuckin often. It never failed that some meathead would come up to her and try to get her to dance, but she'd politely say 'no thank you' and go back to sipping her drink and watching me.
After I'd throw out the rest of the boozers and lock up the doors, I'd turn on the sound system in the club and have a few of my own personal dances with B. Not fast songs, cos we got to dance to plenty of them through the night. She liked the soft, soppy songs. Kinda like 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton and 'Groovy Kind of Love' by Phil Collins.
That's what we had. A 'groovy' kind of love.
I tried to look past the general cheesiness of the song, cos it had a good beat and made B dance just that much closer to me. Sometimes she'd cry a little into my shoulder cos she knew she had to go back to her own house that night, but I'd make sure to rub her back and tell her that I'd come over with McDonalds breakfast in the morning.
I was sure to tell her that she was strong and that she'd be able to get through the night, and then I'd try to convince myself of the same thing.
It was kinda scary to become so dependent on another person, but I guess that 'love' just keeps ya from lookin' at those kinda scary aspects.
We would walk back to her house hand-in-hand, sometimes rambling on about stupid stuff such as the merits of old-school Nintendo versus Playstation or the difference between Vanilla and French Vanilla ice cream. Sometimes I'd chase her around the park in the middle of the night and try to tickle her. And sometimes we were just quiet. To be honest, I kinda liked our quiet time. I think it was how we communicated best.
After givin' her a big bear hug and a scorching kiss goodbye, I'd be walkin' backwards down the walkway, keepin' my eyes locked firmly on hers until I was at the sidewalk. She'd give me a little wave and blow me a kiss . . . and I'd lift up my shirt and flash her.
What, you thought I was gonna say that I'd pretend to catch it? Get real. I was whipped, but I wasn't completely lame.
With a devilish glint in my eye, I'd turn around and walk down the street, back to my apartment with a little hop in my step.
That summer fucking RULED, and I couldn't help but think of how promising the future seemed.
Chapter Nine> - What Goes Up . . .
You know how time drags on when things are going bad, but it flies by like a fuckin bullet when things are good?
Well, suffice it to say, the summer came to an end before I had even realized it.
B was practically livin with me by the time late August came around. Her friends would come to see her at my apartment. She had her own closet full of clothes and shoes at my apartment. She spent 5 outta 7 nights a week at my apartment.
Fuck, if I hadn't been such a fuckin chicken-shit, I woulda called it 'our' apartment. But I didn't wanna overstep her boundaries or cross the 'comfort' threshold. See, cos once you cross the line of what's comfortable with B, she runs scared. At least until she can work things out in her mind
Sounds a lot like me, right? Yeah, that's what I was thinkin. She and I are more alike than I think anyone could imagine. Only thing is, when she runs, she always comes back cos she has her family and friends to think of
Me? Well . . . generally when I got scared enough of something to run from it, I had NO problem with staying gone. No friends, no family, no cares
That all changed with B, of course. Running was the furthest thing in my mind. Fuck, truth be told, I never wanted to leave. Then again . . . that summer was so good that I didn't really have a reason to run
But, as it goes, all good things must come to an end, or somethin' like that
I still remember the first thing, the first clue that gave me the feeling that things were gonna start to go downhill
Personally, it's a day I'd like to forget, but . . . well, I've told you guys about pretty much everything else. Why not share this little gem?
So, it was the end of August. B, Red, and Oz were starting up school in a few days. I could tell that she was nervous, but I also knew that she was excited about this new stage of her life. She was growing up. Despite the baggage of being a Slayer . . . she wasliving life. It was new territory for her
She seemed so happy underneath her nervous exterior
I'm pretty sure that I had a lot to do with said happiness. After all, she was always tellin' me, 'You make me so happy, Faith'.
She and I were really comfortable around each other. She'd grab my hand when we were out together. It was cute as fuckin hell. I can appreciate cuteness when I see it. And Buffy holding onto my hand with both of hers as we stood in line at McDonalds or some shit like that? Yeah. Wicked cute
She was always more reserved when we were around her friends though. I mean, sure, she'd hold my hand a little bit in front of them. But then she'd also hold Red's hand on occasion . . . and Xander's, too.
Fuck, I even saw her try to get closer to Anya once, but Anya just wandered back off behind the counter of the Magic Shop, thanking Buffy for being attracted to her but explaining that she wasn't gay
I had to stop myself from choking on my Pepsi when I heard her say it
I liked that chick a lot. But she was always kinda lookin' at me and B . . . watchin' how we interacted together and stuff. In fact, everyone kinda watched us a bit. I thought I was just being paranoid at the time so I blew it off. Didn't wanna make B uncomfortable or anything, yunno?
So, this one day just before classes were starting, the gang decided to get together at Giles' house for an impromptu dinner. Kinda like a last 'hurrah' before everyone began their new lives
B and I went early to help G-man prepare. She thought that she'd be able to help in the kitchen . . . but I eagerly steered her into the dining room to set the table. There wasn't a chance in hell that I was gonna let her screw up a perfectly good meal. Fuck, she really lacked talent in the kitchen. Every morning when she was leaving my apartment, she'd put a few pieces of toast down for me. She'd kiss me goodbye before she walked out the door . . . and then I'd scrape all of the burned sections off of the toast. I guess she never quite got the theory behind "insert bread, push down lever, let cook, remove finished product"
Still makes me laugh every time
Anyhow, I'm off-topic again. Dude, snap your fingers in front of my face or something next time I do that
Back on track. So, B and I helped Giles finish things up before the rest of the gang got there. Xander, Anya, Red and Oz arrived at the same time, all of them paired up nicely. We sat down and had a really nice meal. I didn't use my fingers once. I think B did once or twice, but she can get away with something like that. Not me
After dinner, G-man even let us open up a bottle of wine to share between the seven of us. He sat back and watched us all discuss stupid stuff with a little smile on his face. As stiff as the guy was, I think he was proud of us all. Even me. He'd nod every now and then, but mostly just sat back and sipped at his glass of wine a bit
When the gang started to reminisce about high school stuff, I stood up and began to clear off the table, excusing myself with a smile and a wink
As welcomed as they all made me feel, there were some things that I just couldn't share with them, such as those moments that centered around Sunnydale High School. They needed to have their own moments to share together. I get that. I liked having my own special moments with B, too
I started to clean up in the kitchen . . . washing a few dishes and picking up the pieces of the plate and the glass that I smashed on accident
Slayer strength. Can't help it sometimes
After a few minutes, I was surprised to feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The tingles I was gettin' was proof enough
Besides, it'd be fuckin weird if Red or Xander walked up to me and snuggled me from behind, right? Heh
I smiled real big as B tightened her arms around me and rested her face against my back, sighing contentedly against me
"You're great, you know that?" She asked me
"Yeah, real great." I replied sarcastically. "Tell that to the dishes I broke."
I felt her chuckle against me. Just feeling her body against mine, her warm breath against my back . . . it made me feel so fucking grateful. I couldn't just sit there with my hands in the soapy water. I quickly dried them off and turned in her arms so that I was facing her
"You really are great." She said as she looked up into my eyes, smiling. "I love you." She whispered before giving me a quick peck on the lips
"Yeah, you're pretty okay too." I said, earning a smack on my ass from her
My eyes widened for just a minute before I grinned mischievously. I moved my fingers a bit, tickling her back in a really sensitive spot she has. She started wriggling in my arms, trying to free herself, but I pulled her tighter against me. Laughing, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips, letting them linger there for just a minute
That's when we heard someone cough at the door
Oh, FUCK ME
Standing there with a little self-satisfied smirk was Anya, arms folded and blocking the door way
Buffy gasped and jumped back, and I just tried to stand there as expressionless as possible
I think that B's pink lip-gloss all over my lips was enough to imply guilt almost more then our kissing and groping had
"Anya, what are you doing in here?!" Buffy asked in a loud whisper, putting as much space between us as humanly possible
"I suppose I could ask you the same question." Anya replied, stepping further into the room. Buffy stood still, trying not to imply any further guilt by backing up
But, me, on the other hand . . . well, Anya took her eyes off of me for 2 seconds and I had already passed her and was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, ready to make my escape
"This is all very interesting." She said matter-of-factly, glancing back and forth between B and me
I think that maybe the sound of my own heart beating in my ears was impairing me, cos I didn't even hear Xander next to me in the doorway until I heard him speak
"What's interesting?" He asked with a goofy smile, looking between the three of us
"Well," Anya started, "I was just coming into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine, and when I walked in, I . . ."
"Anya!" I yelled out, interrupting her just in time. Words fumbled outta my mouth, trying to distract her as best as I could. "Why don't you come with me and B for a second? I have some money I wanna show you."
Her head jerked a bit and her eyebrows furrowed as she played my words over in her head, finally smiling brightly after a moment
"Yes, I'd love to see your money." She beamed, nodding her head
Before she could say anything else, B had grabbed her hand and was dragging her along as we practically ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind us
B and I stood with our back to the door, passing worried glances between us. Anya backed further into the bathroom, a questioning look on her face
"Hey, what's going on here?" She asked, a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Is this some kind of 'gay' initiation? Because if it is, I have to say . . . I'm going to decline. Though you're both strangely attractive and quite aesthetically pleasing, I prefer my love interests with a penis."
If I hadn't been so tense, I mighta laughed. But as it was, my entire body was rigid and unmoving. Fuck, it wasn't that I was scared about bein' found out. I coulda fuckin cared less. I was more concerned that B was gonna flip and push me away
"What do you mean, gay initiation?" Buffy asked before I had any chance to respond
Anya crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look menacing. Yeah, I think she actually thought we were bringin' her up there for a threesome or somethin
"Gay initiation: a welcome into the world of gay. I thought it was a fairly simple term, Buffy. You and Faith lure me up here with the promise of money-touching, and then you try to incorporate me into your sexcapades."
"Hey, I never said you could touch the money." I pointed out, missing the obvious
Like I said, I was nervous
The ex-demon turned her eyes to me. "Surely touching was implied. I wouldn't have come up here if I didn't think you'd let me touch it."
That flipped the 'dirty-Faith' switch in my mind
"It? Touch it? What 'it' are we talking about again?" I asked, confusing myself and Anya at the same time
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "The money 'it'." Then her eyes grew wide. "Ohhh, no . . . not it 'it'. Xander would kill me. Besides . . . like I may have mentioned, you seem to have a certain lack of penis."
I was too involved in the conversation at hand to notice B gettin' antsy next to me. She had finally had enough
"Anya!" Buffy yelled, trying to get her attention
"What?" Anya said back loudly, annoyed. "I'm standing right here. No need to yell, it's a bathroom. A bathroom in which no sex with me shall occur."
Buffy shook her head, dismissing the comment
"What do you mean, 'sexcapades'?" B asked, staring Anya down long and hard
"Geez, Buffy, you should really start too look more into the obvious. I'm talking about all of the hot sex between you and Faith here." She said, flapping her arm randomly in my direction as she said my name
B turned her head and looked at me, fear, desperation, and misunderstanding all in her eyes. The silence was gettin' pretty awkward, so I finally tried to dig a little deeper
"What makes you think that me and B are havin sex, An?" I asked, tryin not to give her any clues as to the obvious
She raised an eyebrow at me, taking a deep breath. "Ohh, I don't know. The hand-holding, the piggy-back rides, the satiated look on both of your faces, the inherent cuteness between the two of you, the moon eyes, the raw sex-smell in Faith's apartment any time we stop over . . ."
"That's good enough." I said, holding out my hand to stop her
"It's not like you hide it well." She continued, earning an even more desperate look from B. "In fact, we've all been making assumptions as to the state of your relationship. Xander has $20 on it; he thinks that you're just good friends. Of course, he's a man and wouldn't be able to see it if the two of you were having sex on the dinner table. Actually . . ." she thought about it, ". . . he might see it then, but he'd likely forget about it after he fainted from the ecstasy."
Silence filled the room again as B and I let the truth sink in: the gang may not have actually known about it, but they were making assumptions. It pretty much meant one thing for us
Can you smell that? Yeah, take a good whiff. It's the smell of doom
Buffy kept her eyes on the ground, nervously fiddling with her hands. I tried to put my hand on her back to comfort her, but she flinched away at the touch
Yeah. Ouch
"Anya, I need you to do something for me." She said quietly
Anya just sighed. "Is it difficult or labor-intensive?"
Buffy shook her head, eyes still on the ground
"I need you to pretend that you don't know anything about this." She said, finally looking up to meet Anya's curious gaze. "I'm not saying that you have to deny that it's happened if there's some big reveal in the future. But, for now . . . I need this to be our little secret. Just the three of us."
The ex-demon huffed a bit
"I don't think that's right, Buffy. I shouldn't be left to hold back a secret of this magnitude. I've often believed that secrets kept in cause physical pain after a while, and that blurting them out is the only way to make it better. Plus, gossip is a part of my nature. It's like asking the sun not to shine." She said innocently
I was keeping quiet
If I had to talk, I probably woulda told B how much I was beginning to dislike the whole 'secret' thing, and that I wanted everyone to know. That I wanted the world to know. But again, I didn't wanna make her run scared
Plus, I was too busy thinkin' about how much this was gonna fuck things up between B and I over and over in my head. Any progress we had made over the months was gonna be all for shit now
I was distracted by B who had started talking again
"Listen, Anya, I know it feels like it might be a big deal, and it kinda is . . . I just need to figure things out. They can't know. Not like this. They'd be hurt if they heard it from you. Please . . . just . . . don't say anything. Can we just let it be?"
What the fuck? 'Figure things out'?? What the fuck does that mean? I thought we had pretty much figured it out. I love her. She loves me. We keep it on the lowdown until she figures out how to say it aloud.
I thought that part was already figured out
Again, just another example of how wrong I am sometimes
Awkward silence filled the room again. Buffy was making pleas with her eyes. Anya looked deep in thought, staring B down. I breathed deeply as I clenched my fists, trying to swallow the lump in my throat
The tension was only broken when there was a knock at the door
"Everything alright in there?"
Giles
Well, it is his house, after all
"Nothing." Buffy said as calmly as she could, eyes still glued on Anya. "Just talking."
"Talking?" Giles asked through the door, obviously knowing that something was up, with the three of us being locked in the bathroom and all
After a moment of silence and the continued stare-down between B and Anya, the ex-demon finally sighed and broke eye-contact
"Yes, nothing. And certainly not any lesbian sex."
Without another word, she had walked between B and I, opened the door and walked outta the room
Giles stood on the other side, looking at us over the rim of his glasses
"Nothing." Buffy repeated quietly, side-stepping her way around him and down the stairs
A bitter chuckle escaped my lips as I watched B walk away, turning Giles' attention towards me
"Yeah, nothin." I said angrily, closing the door between us
I returned to the living room a few minutes later to find the group laughing and smiling away. B was sitting on the couch, silent but smiling as her friends chattered on. It was so fucking fake
All of it
I grabbed my leather jacket and swung it over me, clearing my throat to get their attention
"Well, dinner was great and all, but I gotta go. Stuff to do, yunno. Good luck with classes on Monday and all." I said with a fake smile, trying to fit into their obliviously fake little world
As I walked toward the door, I heard B call out to me from the couch
"Do you want me to walk you home?" She asked nonchalantly.
I kept my back towards her and called out over my shoulder before I closed the door behind me, "Nope, I'm five by five."
And just like that, the walls were back up
It was about 1:30am when I heard the keys jangling in the door
I had fallen asleep on the couch, not able to stay in bed with B's scent all over it. It made my body wanna run to her, but my mind wouldn't let it
Nope. My mind wanted to mope and be bitter
I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Or dead. Yunno, like they say with bears: play dead, they'll lose interest and go away
But not my Buffy-bear
.
.Fuck, I really said that
Anyhow, I kept completely still until I felt the couch sink a little bit beneath me and a hand on my face
I opened my eyes to the teary face of Buffy
Now, don't get me wrong. On any normal occasion, I'd be holding her tight and kissing her tears away. But this wasn't a normal occasion. She really fucking hurt my feelings. Or my pride. Whatever
I stayed completely still, eyes locked on her, not responding at all to her touch
"I'm sorry." She said
Yeah, I get that. Hence the tears
Still, I stayed quiet
"I know this sucks." She continued. "You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel about me, but this is a hard situation for me, Faith. I was so sure that Angel and I would work out because I was so madly in love with him. Then he went away and you came along out of nowhere. And I know that we may not have been close at first, but then I realized how much alike we were . . . are."
Her thumb rubbed circles over my cheek, pleading for me to respond in some way. I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what kinda point she was trying to make
"But now, I feel that I have to prove to my friends that I'm strong. That I'm able to handle something of this magnitude." She indicated the space between us with her free hand. "And I know it may not be something I have to prove to them, but, in my own mind, I need to. Faith . . ."
Oh boy, here it comes . . . wait . . . wait . . .
" . . . I want to be with you. But I have to sort things out within myself before I can do that publicly. I don't wanna stop seeing you, and I don't wanna stop loving you . . . I don't think that I can. But I have to put a little bit of distance between us if the gang is going to believe that I'm strong and functioning on my own."
Pang. Ouch
I don't get it. I don't fucking get it. Distance does NOT make the heart grow fonder. I've been distant my whole life. I know from experience
But I was too far in love with B to tell her to fuck off with her distance
I'd give her distance; room to breathe, help her throw off the Scoobs, whatever. That didn't mean I liked the plan . . . it just meant that I wasn't at the point yet where I had to let go
We gazed at each other for a few minutes, trying to let the silence say more than we could ourselves
After a few minutes, I finally gave in. I lifted the blanket up and scooted back on the couch, leaving a small spot for her in front of me
She lay down without hesitation, placing her back against my chest and snuggling up against me
I may have let her sleep in my embrace, but it wasn't as warm and as comforting as I think she hoped it would be
What can I say? I guess that I just freeze up when someone turns their back on me. Literally, in this case.
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