Chapter 5- O Holy Shit
She wasn’t asleep when I got back in the room. And boy did she deliver on her promise of rockin’ my world! We hardly got any sleep. Can’t wait to get back home and sleep in my own bed. It’s gonna be sweet!
Funny thing about ten thousand dollar sheets, they rumple just as much as ten dollar ones. Especially when you’re fuckin’ on ‘em.
I know I should be scared of Dawn and her reaction, but I’m not. I feel so invincible today, I wouldn’t mind if an apocalypse started on top of the fuckin’ Christmas tree.
Well, maybe not there exactly, ‘cause I spent a few hours on that tree, settin’ it up just right. Don’t need it topplin’ over with me hangin’ on it or nothin’.
Anyway, I feel great. I remember I had a kind of a fucked up dream last night, but when I woke up this mornin’ I couldn’t really remember what it was about. I think it had somethin’ to do with Alicia, and I tried this mornin’ to think of it, but it just wasn’t happenin’.
“Faith, can you get that?!” Buffy calls from the bathroom.
I was thinkin’ so deep, tryin’ to remember that dream that I guess I didn’t hear the phone.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Lehane, this is Barry.”
“Who?”
“Barry, the concierge from downstairs.”
“Oh, Barry Manilow. Hey, how are ya? You workin’ today?”
“No, I’m calling you from home.”
Oh, a wiseguy, eh?
God, I gotta stop watchin’ Three Stooges reruns when I’m bored. They get stuck in my head.
“What’s up, smart ass?”
He laughs. This guy and I go way back. Ever since Dawn moved in here three months ago. He likes messin’ with me.
“Are you and Ms. Summers expecting any guests?”
“Not really, who’s here?”
“Mr., uh what was your name again?”
I hear Xand yell in the background, “You know who I am, Barry!”
“Oh right, Mr. Harris.”
“Send him up!” I yell excitedly into the phone and then hang it up.
I gather Mia up and open the door to the hall.
The elevator dings and Xand comes rushin’ out when the doors open.
“There they are! My women!” He runs over and hugs me and gives Mia a big kiss and a pinch to the cheek. “I missed you guys so much!” He hugs us again.
“I didn’t think you were comin’ back until after the New Year!”
“And be a party to Tony and Jessica’s dysfunctional family Christmas? No thanks! I did my bit by going out there for four days, that should tide them over for another ten years or so.”
“You’re a nut.”
He lets me pick him up and cradle him on my other hip.
“I may be a nut, but you’re a peach.” He gives me a big grin.
Damn, I missed him!
“Hey, is the little woman around?”
“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom, taking a shower.”
“You two, uhhh, ya know…”
“Patch things up?”
I put him down and he puts his arms out for Mia. He nods at me.
“Yeah, well, sorta. We still have some stuff to work out today, but at least I got my head outta my ass.”
“Wow, I would like to have seen that. I bet it was somethin’.” He says as he’s liftin’ Mia up and bouncin’ her. His voice is all animated when he talks. “Poppy’s head was jammed right up there, wasn’t it Mimi?! Hmm? Poppy had her head up her bum-bum, hmm? That’s right, she did.” Mia’s lovin’ his attention right now, so I won’t kill him just yet. But wait until he puts her down. He keeps goin’ with the raggin’ on me bit. “I told her she was being a big stinky head, but she wouldn’t listen, no she wouldn’t! Poppy wouldn’t listen.” He points at me usin’ Mia’s arm.
“Would you quit man-handlin’ my little girl. And cut it out with the Poppy bull…” I stop myself, I usually don’t curse around Mia. Mostly ‘cause Buffy steps on my foot if I do.
Mia looks at me curiously and Xand and I stop talkin’, we’re waitin’ on her, she looks like she has somethin’ to say.
“That’s a Buffy face if I ever saw one.” Xand says with a bit of wonder in his voice.
Heh. Her face is gettin’ red. She’s about to pinch a loaf while Xand’s holdin’ her. This is gonna be great!
“Oh, wait a minute, I see that smile.” He goes to hand her off to me.
“Uh-uh. She’s yours now.” I move behind the couch, out of his reach.
He looks all resigned, “Punishment for the Poppy thing, huh?”
“Yep.”
He sighs and goes into where her changin’ table is.
“It’s a dirty, stinky, filthy, icky, yucky job, Mimi. But Uncle Xand’s gotta do it.”
“Hey, Xand. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna tell B you’re here.”
“Kay.”
“Who’s Kay?”
“That’s joke’s older than Malygos’ curse.” He yells after me then lowers his voice for Mia. “Tell her to get new material, will ya kid? They’ll be in there a while, won’t they? What say me and you get all dirty watchin’ cartoons and eatin’ cheesepuffs? Yeah…”
After I leave them to have their fun, I go into the master bedroom and open the bathroom door to a wonderful sight.
Buffy’s about to soap up the boobs. They’re about three sizes bigger since she got pregnant, and it’s such a wonderful thing.
“Hey, B. You want some company?”
“Is Mia napping?”
“Nope, she’s walkin’ on a wire between this buildin’ and the Empire State.”
“Sarcasm does nothing for your complexion, you know.”
“No, but it does wonders for my digestive system.”
“Oh, really? That’s funny, ‘cause most of the time I choke on it.” She says all huffy.
I wanna say somethin’ but I know it’ll get me nothin’ for a long, long while, so I go for ‘good girl’, “Awww, I was only kiddin’, baby. What’s the matter?”
“My stupid period came back today.” Her lips end up in that pout that I love.
I start undressin’. Gotta make her feel good, she hasn’t had her period since she got pregnant.
“Well then, we’re ready to start tryin’ for another, huh?”
“Don’t kid around, Faith. I’m cranky, you won’t like it.”
“You think I haven’t dealt with you when you’re cranky?”
“Well, I don’t want today to end up in any fights.”
When I get undressed I open the door to the shower, turn the hot water up a bit more and get in behind her.
“No, no fights today, B. Not even if you called me a cunt.”
“Faith! You’re so crude. I hate that word.” She says, all cranky-like and scoots up a bit.
“Where you goin’? Get back here.”
“I didn’t care for your language.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I was just illustratin’ that no matter what, I’m not fightin’ with you today. Ok?”
She somewhat reluctantly comes back over to me and we stand face to face.
“Merry Christmas Eve, sweetheart.” I say with my sexiest smile and blow her a little kiss.
Her face lights up and she moves closer to me.
“Merry Christmas Eve.” She snakes her arms around my neck and leans into me, tiltin’ her head up, pullin’ mine down slightly for a sweet kiss.
“Mmmm,” I groan when we end it. “That was tasty. Can I have seconds?”
“I’m all out.” She says with a smirk, but I know she’s bluffin’ ‘cause she’s shiverin’ and I know it’s not from the cold, the water temperature in this shower would probably scald a normal person.
I turn her around and pick up the bottle of soap from the little alcove thing in the wall. I pour it in my hand and get ‘em all lathered and then massage it into her skin; startin’ at the back of her neck, I make my way to her shoulders.
“Oh, baby, that’s wonderful.”
“Wait until you see what I do in a little while.” I say with a naughty grin and nip at the skin on her shoulder.
“We can’t, Faith. I didn’t bring the monitor in here, we have to be quick.”
“Don’t worry, B. Uncle Xand’s here.”
“Xander’s here?!”
Fuck, I shoulda lied, now she’ll want to get out.
“Yeah, but he’s doin’ diaper duty, plus he and Mia were gonna veg out in front of the tube with some junk food.”
“Faith…”
“They’re bondin’, B. You gotta let a Godfather and his Goddaughter have some bondin’ time.”
“I guess…” She says hesitantly and then leans back in to my massage.
“We’ll be quick, I just wanna ease some of the tension. You’re sore aren’t ya?”
“In a couple of places.” I can tell she said that with a big grin on her face.
“Oh, really? Well I’ll just have to massage ‘em. Work out all the kinks.”
“You didn’t work out those kinks last night?” She asks all innocently but I know she’s anything but. Especially after what she did to me and let me do to her last night.
I turn her towards the wall and push her up against it, boxin’ her in between it and my body.
“I worked out some of ‘em, but I got a few more that I need to get out it seems.”
Her breathin’s increasin’ as my hands roam towards the front of her body and if it were cold in here, she’d be steamin’ it up with her breath worse than it already is.
“Faith, be careful, they’re sore.” She manages to rasp out as my fingers slide in between her tits and the wall and I smooth a circular pattern around her nipples.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m only here to make you feel good. I’ll be gentle.” I whisper into her ear and then add with a nip to her lobe. “Mostly.”
She groans and grinds her ass back into my groin. “I just need you, no matter how.” She whispers.
I stop what I’m doin’ ‘cause what she said is really sinkin’ in.
“Faith?” She’s sounds worried. “Is everything alright?” Her hips are still squirmin’ tryin’ to find my hand that I had been trailin’ down to her pussy.
“No, everything’s not alright, B.” I turn her around to me, quickly, she’s a little stunned by the sudden movement. She was pretty sure she was gonna get a happy and now it looks like she’s worried that somethin’ is really wrong.
“What’s…” I cut her off with a hungry kiss and lift her up onto my hips. After a while she pulls back breathless. “Wh-what’s the matter?”
“I’ve promised you a lot of shit, and it seems like we keep endin’ up here, all the time.”
“Having sex in the shower?” She’s got that puzzled look on her face that makes me wanna laugh and kiss her at the same time.
“No. Well, we do that a lot, too. But I was talkin’ about me havin’ to promise you stuff and then I fuck up anyway.”
“I’m not sure I’m following…”
“What I’m tryin’ to say,” I look into her eyes and show her that I’m serious. “Is that no matter how much things get all out of whack, I love you.”
“I know.”
“Yeah, but…”
“No, Faith. I know what you’re trying to say, so let me tell you something. You’re my wife. The mother of my beautiful child. I knew that we weren’t going to have the easiest life going into it. I don’t want some ordinary, boring life. I want our life, the life we’ve made here. I want you.” She quirks her brow in a sort of a challenge.
“So you’re willin’ to go through this kinda thing a couple dozen more times?”
“If you’re willing to put your ass on the line like that, sure, why not?”
I laugh, “Well, that’s what I meant. I’m gonna do my best, B, to not put you through that, you don’t deserve it.”
“Seems like I told you before, if you apologized to me I’d kick your ass.”
“You say that every week just about.”
“And I don’t mind saying it.”
“I kinda mind hearin’ it.”
“But that’s just it, Faith. We’re a couple, we’re not gonna have an easy life, because we’re Slayers. I don’t want boring…didn’t I just say all this?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then that’s it. Now, I think you were about to fuck me, wasn’t that what you came in here for?”
“Buffy! Language!”
“Language my ass,” She leans in and kisses me, pushin’ her tongue insistently into my mouth, thrustin’ in and out and then suckin’ my tongue into hers when she’s done.
She gets a better grip on me and locks her ankles behind my back.
“Well, F? What’s it gonna be?”
Her smart assed smirk turns into a look of lust as I enter her with two fingers and bump my thumb on her clit.
“How’s that?” I ask, my eyes locked on hers.
“I-It’s great.” She says breathlessly as she strikes up a rhythm that suits her need for pleasure. I just stay planted where I am and hang on for her ride.
No real words are said, just some moans and groans, and a hissed out ‘Yes’ from Buffy as I add a third finger to her hole and twist my fingers to touch her spot. She clutches at my back, tryin’ to hold on to somethin’ and finally just wraps her arms around my head, while her hips help her to bang into my hand hard and fast.
She knows what she wants and how to get it, and I’m not one to deny her that pleasure. Well, anymore, that is.
She’s whisperin’ the nastiest shit into my ear and is probably leavin’ marks from her teeth on my neck and ear lobe. I’d think it’d be safe to say she was havin’ a good time.
After about two or three more minutes of her powerin’ her hips into me and her pussy on my hand, she stiffens up like she was just tazed. From experience, I know what’s gonna happen next so I catch her before she smashes back into the wall of the shower and breaks the tiles. Dawn would kill us just that much more dead for fuckin’ up the bathroom. I hold her to me as tight as I can as she shouts her pleasure out to the room and tries to prolong her pleasure by grindin’ into my hand just how she needs it. Right before she’s done she smashes her mouth into mine and sucks on my tongue like it was the last ice cube in the desert. And I thank whoever made me a Slayer, for the one millionth time, for the strength that I’m able to hold her with.
Buffy whispers a thank you into my ear, and she’s also whisperin’ what she wants to do to me.
Then we hear the worst thing we could have heard. Ever.
“My sheets!”
Dawn’s back early.
“Oh Faith, how the fuck…?” B’s panickin’. “Do you think…Can we teleport somewhere?”
“Naked?”
“Who cares?”
Now, I know she’s really panickin’. She’s not an exhibitionist, like I am.
“Are you two in there?!”
“Ummm…” I answer.
“Wrong answer! The right answer would have been, ‘Yes, Dawn, we’re in here, and don’t worry we’ll buy you new sheets.”
“Dawn, we didn’t…”
“But that’s just it Buffy, you did!”
Her snotty attitude really is gettin’ on my nerves, she shouldn’t be talkin’ to Buffy like that.
“Dawn, we’ll…”
“You’ll what?!” Dawn cuts her off for the second time. And that’s enough for me.
“Hey, Pipsqueak, cut the shit!”
Buffy puts her legs down and I let her stand on her own, but I still keep her close to me, for comfort. For some reason she really is scared of Dawn about this ‘usin’ her bed for sex’ issue. I thought she was just kiddin’ around about bein’ scared.
I turn the water off and we get outta the shower. Buffy gets her towel and starts hurriedly dryin’ herself.
“Are you getting out?!” Dawn yells from the room.
“Yeah, hang on!” Shit, she’s really bein’ a bitch.
“You better put some clothes on!”
“No, we’ll fuckin’ flash the buildin’, hang the fuck on!”
“Faith, don’t yell…”
“Why’s she bein’ such a bitch, B?”
“I told you, her number one rule was…”
“Yeah, like she never had sex in your bed.”
“What?!?”
Oops, I shouldn’t have done that. Even though I’m pissed at Dawn, I gave my word that I’d never tell Buffy and I never planned to.
I shrug, “I’m just sayin’ I bet she coulda…ya know…if she had wanted to…”
“Oh, that little slut, when did she have sex in my bed?!”
“Buffy, I’m not sayin’ she did…”
“I can tell you’re lying!”
Oh fuck. How the hell do I get myself in this shit?!
“Look, B, let’s get dried off and get out there.”
She’s got a new determination now, she’s no longer scared, now she wants to know when Dawn had sex in her bed. And probably with who.
We get toweled off and Buffy gets into Dawn’s robe. I go with the towel coverin’ the important parts look and we go out to meet our fate.
A blur of hair, arms and legs comes out an attacks us, and I’m about to knock her the fuck out when she squeals, “I’m so happy to see you guys together!”
Huh?
I look over at Buffy who’s just as puzzled as I am but then she shrugs at me and hugs her sister back. Oh well, you know what they say, ‘If you can’t beat the shit out of ‘em, hug the shit out of ‘em.’ Well, that’s what I say anyway.
“I thought you were gonna kill us over the sheets.” Buffy says, still kinda wonderin’ when Dawn’s gonna nut out about that.
“What those? They’re from J.C. Penney, nothing special.”
“But they look like your Porthault sheets.” I say.
“Oh, those? No, I sold them and gave the proceeds to a homeless shelter. I couldn’t justify sleeping on something worth all that money when people don’t even have a bed to sleep on.”
“Awww, that’s our Dawnie, always thinkin’ of sleepin’ with people.” I kid and she gives me the evilest look.
“Ya know, I’m still mad about the bed though, I’m gonna have to fumigate.”
“Oh, fuck that, Runt. C’mere.” I grab her into another hug and whisper in her ear. “It’s the shower you have to worry about.” I give her a big kiss to the cheek and pull back wigglin’ the brows. Her face couldn’t look anymore disgusted then if I had just told her she had to have sex with Buffy to save the planet.
She can’t keep up her fake disgust though and laughs, huggin’ us again and squealin’.
“I’m so happy to be home!”
“Yeah, what happened? I thought you were gonna be away until after the New Year.”
“Well, I got to thinking about what you said, it’s Mia’s first Christmas and we just had the shittiest year, besides her being born, so I really needed to be here. I just explained that all to Barack and he agreed.”
“Barack, huh?” I narrow my eyes at her and smirk.
“What?”
“You’re on a first name basis?”
“He insisted.”
“You’re really all grown up now. Should I call you somethin’ other than Pipsqueak?”
“Yeah, how about Ms. Pipsqueak?” She raps me on the arm and gives a really happy smile to us. “Did I tell you how glad I am that you worked everything out?”
Buffy looks at me and then back at Dawn, Dawn’s face falls.
“You haven’t worked everything out, have you?” A thought comes to her. “You’ve just worked out the sex part. You’re supposed to work everything else out before the sex!”
“Dawn, calm down. We’re gonna get everything else taken care of. But we…ya know…”
“Are hornier than a couple of teenagers.” She shudders at that. “I’ll let you two get dressed. I’m gonna go spoil my niece some more.” She gives us each an air kiss. “And then Buffy, we’ve GOT to talk about inauguration dresses…”
“You scored tickets?”
“Scored tickets? I am the tickets. We get to screen all of the attendees. Willow’s working on a program to detect demon, so we can screen hundreds at once.”
“Awesome.”
“I know, it’s wonderful, she’s really helping me a lot. Ok, don’t take too long, and no more sex!” She says as she leaves the room.
“That’s weird.” I say, as Buffy pulls me in for a kiss.
“What is?” She asks, when we break.
“Red didn’t mention she was helpin’ Dawnie, and how’s she doin’ that from Brazil?”
Buffy shrugs, “Faith, she probably couldn’t say anything before, and she’s programming on a computer. Brazil has computers, ya know.”
“Yeah, I know…but…”
“What?” She says, all sexy like and makes me forget my train of thought. Then she drops the robe and now I’ve really forgotten myself. I lunge for her ‘cause I can tell she was about to bolt and she dodges me just in time. I crash onto the bed face first. Before I know what hits me she’s on me, pushin’ me into the bed.
“Now, I get to return the favor.” She whispers into my ear and whips my towel off.
She trails her hand down my back and then lifts herself off me so she can keep it goin’ down to my ass and right to my sweet spot, I squeal a little.
“Buffy! I said no more sex!” Dawn yells from just outside the door, she musta been spyin’.
We groan and Buffy stops what she’s doin’ and flops down next to me on the bed.
“Why’s she gotta spoil everything?”
“Believe me, B, no one’s more disappointed right now, but I guess Pip’s right, we’ve still got stuff to work out before we just smooth it over with sex.”
“Oh, she doesn’t care about that, she just cares that I’m getting some and she’s not.”
“How do you know she’s not?”
“Her face has that sour look.”
“You always think she’s got a sour look.” I laugh.
“That’s ‘cause she’s always frustrated.”
“You want me to be a good sister-in-law and help her out?”
“Sure, why not?” She says seriously. “You’d be doing us all a favor actually. Now that I think about it more, I think it’s a great idea!”
“Huh?” What?!
“Just let me know what you want to be buried in before you do that.”
There’s my girl.
“Love you, baby.” I say and lean in for a kiss. She pours one on me and God it feels fuckin’ good to be like this with her again.
You could say I didn’t know I was missin’ it until I was made to see that, but my fuckin’ soul feels like it’s knittin’ itself back together with every touch, soft caress and word of love from her.
My soul knew what it was missin’. Maybe that’s why it seemed to her like I had none.
“What are you thinking of, Faith?”
“Just how I should listen to my deep down voices, they’re usually tryin’ to tell me somethin’.”
“What are they usually trying to tell you?”
I give her a small kiss and she gets that soft sweet look to her face that makes my heart melt, then explode.
“How wonderful you are.”
She smacks me one on the ass.
“What the fuck, B?!?”
“You don’t listen to your deep down voices that tell you I’m a Goddess?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, uncomplicated it. Just tell me like it is.”
I sigh and try to get everything straight in my head before I really dig myself a hole.
“In a lot of ways I’m still that douche bag that went out to Sunnydale.”
“No one can completely change who they are.”
“But I’ve got a family with you, I shouldn’t feel like we’re in competition.”
The look on her face tells me she totally didn’t see that one coming.
“Competition? You still think of me as the girl who has everything while you have nothing?”
“I told you it was complicated.”
“Faith, did you not just live the last four years with me?”
“Well, technically we lived the last two together.” I correct her.
“Oh, like I wasn’t over your place or you over mine every second possible for the first two.”
“True.”
“Why do you feel like you have to compete with me?”
“Well…it’s not…ya know…” I shrug.
“No, I don’t know. And I know how you hate people saying that, because I know you’re using a ‘ya know’ like a pause to think of your next words, but really, this time I’m stumped.”
“It’s not like I feel I have to compete with you, it feels like…I mean I still feel like…” I sigh a frustrated sigh, ‘cause any which way I say this is not gonna be pretty. But she wants me to share so here goes. “Sometimes I feel like I still have to compete for you.”
She lets out an angry little breath and waits for me to continue.
“And I get jealous of that. ‘Cause…’cause I don’t fuckin’ know, I really don’t.” I hang my head down.
“Faith, don’t do that, keep going.” She strokes my hair and then brings my face back to hers. “You need to get it out, no matter how absurd you think it’s gonna sound, that’s how these kinda things work.”
“It’s not like I don’t wanna compete for you, but I guess it feels like no one competes for me. See how stupid that is?”
“Yes, and now you do, too. But unless you talk them out, you’re never gonna know. So where do we stand?”
“You’re my girl and I’m yours, and no matter who’s competin’ for who, we’re on each other’s side, so I gotta stop worryin’ and bein’ jealous.”
“And for the record, a lot of people would love to get in those pants of yours, so don’t think that I’m not competing with anyone for your affection.”
“But, B. You’re not, which is why I don’t even know anyone’s after me, they don’t even get a second look.”
She narrows her eyes at me and I can tell she’s tryin’ to see if I’m lyin’.
“What?” I ask, after she’s silent for longer than she should be.
“The new girl, Bimbo, didn’t get a second look?”
“Bimbo? You mean Beth?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“You mean the blond, right?”
“That’s the one.”
“What about her?”
“She didn’t get a second look from you?”
“For the way she took down Vi, maybe, but why’s she got you all bent outta shape?”
“She doesn’t.” Buffy tries to lie, but she’s not pullin’ it off.
“C’mon, baby, why’d you think I gave her a second look.”
“’Cause she…” She trails off and looks away with a cute embarrassed look on her face.
“’Cause she looks like you right?”
“Well…”
“Well nothin’, why’d you think we’ve got her on the NY crew? We’re tryin’ to bring her up to speed fast so we can replace Danielle in Italy.”
“The one Kennedy was with?”
“Yeah, but I don’t hold that against either of them, now that we know Ken was bein’ manipulated.”
Buffy nods.
“Why’s she leaving?”
“She needs a break, the life of a party girl in Europe can get tirin’, I guess.” I shrug.
“What’ll she do?”
“Dye her hair back to brown and go to Cleveland.”
“You call that giving her a break?!” B’s all offended for Danielle.
“She’ll be closer to home, she’s from Pennsylvania. She requested to be stationed there.”
“Oh well, as long as she knows there’s like zero to do there.”
I laugh, “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad, B.”
“Do you remember what you called it?”
“Cleveland, the butt crack of the Midwest?”
She cracks up, “No, that one I hadn’t heard. You said it was a resort…”
“Yeah, a last resort. Heh. I forgot about that one.”
Why am I amazed she remembers somethin’ I told her when we first got together? She loves me, that means she remembers shit I say. I gotta remember that and not say too much stupid shit from now on.
Problem is this is me we’re talkin’ about, usually I’m pretty smooth with the words, but when I get around her it’s like I’m that dude from the old school Nutty Professor. Shit just starts goin’ off when she’s around me.
Wonder if Red has a program for that?
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“To get back out there.”
“We don’t need to work more stuff out?”
“I think you’ve got a good handle on what needs working on and I trust you to do that.”
Fuck, my heart is swellin’ like a hot air balloon bein’ blown up. She trusts me to work on somethin’ so important.
God I love her so fuckin’ much. I just gotta remember she loves me that much, too.
Fuck! We shoulda scoped this shit out, someone’s in the fuckin’ apartment and now we’re out here with Mia, Xander and Dawn. And no fuckin’ weapons!
“Xand,” I whisper. “You take the baby, B you get behind me, but just back a little, if I go down aim for the head.”
“With what?!”
“You’ve got shoes on, don’cha?!”
“Just open the door, Faith.” Dawn says impatiently.
Fuckin’ smart-assed runt. I should use her body as a shield.
Oh well, fuck it, I hand the baby to Xander and he goes around the corner to wait till the coast is clear.
Buffy’s got her boot in her hand waitin’ to strike and the bitch that is Dawn is standin’ lookin’ like I just told her her face needed work.
It might if she takes a spiked hand to it when this fuckin’ demon charges outta here.
I give the signal and Buffy braces herself.
The door opens wide enough for me to get a good look inside.
“Oh fuck…”
