Chapter 18: They Can’t Keep a Good Bitch Down
"So, doc, give it to me straight? How much damage did this whole deal do to my body?"
"We had to give you a heart massage, Faith."
"A what now?"
"We had to open up your chest and massage your heart to get it beating again."
Buffy squeezes my hand and puts her head down, she must be remembering the ordeal.
"So, what? I got a scar down the middle of my chest, now?"
She shakes her head and I'm relieved, "We had Willow do a spell to smooth the skin over."
"Good, ‘cause me and B plan on goin' to the beach soon," I bring B's hand to my lips and lay a sweet kiss on her knuckles. "And I don't need any scars messin' with my tan." I wink at her and she blows me a kiss.
The doctor chuckles.
"Yes, heaven forbid."
"Why's my throat so fucked up?"
The doctor hesitates. Buffy tenses up. Maybe I should hear this alone.
"Hey, B. Do you mind goin' to get me somethin' to drink? I could really use a Mr. Pibb right now."
"Can she have that doctor?"
"Yes, she's Faith." The doctor shrugs. "I heard in Scotland she ate a pound of fish and chips as soon as the pins in her jaw were out."
"More like two pounds, but whatever." I cough. "Throat's kinda dry." I look at Buffy all kittenish.
"I'll be back in a bit. I might have to go down to the library, they're probably wondering where I've been today." She senses I need some time.
"Take your time, sweetheart."
She gives me a kiss and looks at the doctor pointedly before leavin'. Dunno what that's all about.
"So, Doc, the throat." I point to my throat. "I smoke a ton of cigs while I was in a coma or somethin'?"
"No." She hesitates again.
"What then?"
"You were stabbed."
"Stabbed? I thought I was shot?"
"That too."
"Ok, back up here." I sit up a little more in the bed. "I was shot. That was in the leg?"
The doc nods, "It nicked the femoral artery, if Andrew hadn't applied as much pressure as he did you would have bled out within minutes."
Fuckin' A. "So, when was I stabbed?"
"From the reports it was as Xander was calling for the ambulance."
"Let me guess, Kennedy stabbed me in the throat."
The doc nods again.
"With what?"
"A letter opener."
"What the mother fuck?!" I start to get out of the bed and the doctor rings the bell. Buffy comes rushin' back in.
"Faith! Get back in that bed!!!" She grabs hold of my shoulders and tries to push me back in bed. "Please, baby. We'll work everything out, please get back in bed."
"Buffy, don't fuckin' tell me what to do!! You told me not to do anything before and look where that got me! What do we wait for? Her to kill me? Kill YOU?! What the fuck is it gonna take?!"
"And what?! You want her blood on your fucking hands?! ‘Cause I sure as hell don't!! Will's dealing with it. Please, baby, I know how that sounds, you've heard that before, but..."
"You're fuckin' right I've heard that shit before!! It was about a week before that bitch shot and stabbed me!!!"
Buffy sighs but still holds me around the shoulders, I'm a bit weak so she manages to get me to sit on the bed.
I might have to go ninja and sneak the fuck out of here at night. Break through those fuckin' mystical barriers around Ken and snap her neck.
"Faith, I know honey, I know." She sits down next to me and kisses my temple.
"Buffy, you don't know." I try not to put venom into that, but a little creeps in.
"And you don't know what's going on, so I'm asking you not to get upset about it right now, I don't want you getting hurt again, or arrested or worse." She shudders at that thought.
I sigh and the doctor comes over to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Faith, I know this sounds like we're unconcerned with her almost killing you, but please, Buffy and the rest of us have your best interests at heart. Kennedy will not be getting away with this. When Mr. Giles comes back he'll let you in on everything. You have to be patient."
I laugh, "Been "a patient" for too fuckin' much in my young life." Shit, I shouldn't be mad at them. Fuckin' sounds like a goddamn conspiracy though. B would never do somethin' like that to me. At least I hope not.
"Where'd Giles go?"
"To the airport, he'll be back tonight."
"How soon can I get out of here?"
"We have to do a few more tests, but I'd say by tomorrow morning you'd be good to go."
"Good, do your tests now and release me by 6."
"AM?"
"No, PM, you've got two hours, I've been here long enough, I wanna get back home."
Buffy nods at the doctor and she nods back.
Fuckin' conspiracy theory is still goin' around in my head.
I bore a hole through Buffy's skull. The doctor leaves and B turns around.
"It's not what you're thinking, Faith."
"What am I thinking, Buffy?"
"That it's a set up."
"Wouldn't you feel that way?"
"Of course, but I'm telling you it's not. Don't you trust me?"
Fuck, I don't want her to feel like I think she's out to get me.
"I trust you more than I trust myself, B. I just...fuck. Can you tell me what's goin' on?"
"Giles found some stuff out today, he's going to the airport to pick someone up, and when he gets back they'll give us all the details."
"So, you don't know anything?"
She shakes her head.
"Not anymore than you do."
"What was with the secret looks to the doctor?"
She sighs, guiltily.
"I didn't want her to tell you about all that stuff with Kennedy, but she said you weren't a child, it was your health, and you had a right to know. I was just trying to protect you."
"Buffy," I reach out to her and take her hand. "You know how much bein' in control means to me."
She nods. "I'm sorry."
"The doc was right, you can't protect me from everything like I'm two."
"I know," Her voice breaks. "It's just, you've been through so much and I..." She trails off.
"You what?"
"It seems like I've been just standing around watching it happen."
"Yeah, you're right. You just stand around watchin' all this shit happen to me, and never once have you been there for me."
Her head snaps up and she looks pissed, then she realizes I'm smilin' at her and she relaxes.
"God damnit, Buffy. You've been there every step of the way with me. Cryin' over me, cryin' with me, cryin' for me. It's me who should feel bad. You're gonna run outta tears, and it'll all be ‘cause of me."
She laughs and then looks at me all worried. "What're we gonna do, Faith?"
"First we're gonna find out what the fuck's come over Kennedy, then we're gonna get married, ‘cause I don't know about you, but December's lookin' way too far away for me."
Her face lights up.
"Probably won't make it to Arbor day the way I'm fuckin' goin'." I wink at her and she pouts.
"When is Arbor day, anyway?"
"Tomorrow?" I laugh. No fuckin' clue, probably passed for all I know.
She bumps my shoulder, "I missed you so much, and if you ever pull a stunt like this again..."
"Yeah, ‘cause I love hospitals and getting shot and stabbed soooo much."
We look into each other's eyes and for the first time I see fear in Buffy.
Ain't that fuckin' somethin'? I've seen everything in her beautiful hazel eyes: happy, sad, anger, lust, love, mirth, guilt, I've even seen her scared, but never frightened.
"What's up, B?"
"I can't lose you, Faith."
"I'm here, what's the problem?" I pull her to me.
"When you almost died, I had the worst thought."
Oh god, "What?"
"I would have died, too."
I laugh.
"It's not fucking funny, Faith. You're my life now."
"I know it's not funny, B. But I have a cure for that."
"What? And if you say breaking up, I'm going to kill you for real."
I pinch her ass, "Brat," I kiss her head. "The cure is gettin' you knocked up. We have a kid and then they become our world, you'd have to stay alive to help raise them. Sorry, B, but the world needs you, so you gotta stay in it. No matter what. Shit, Red knew that, Xand knew that, it's why they brought you back to life. Speakin' of which, you died twice, you've had your turn, let somebody else do it for a change." I wink.
Don't wanna get into a fight with her about her life being worth more than mine, but it's a feelin' I think will never go away for me.
Must have to do with not really feelin' like I ever mattered. Still got huge fuckin' abandoned by mom issues. Shit, I missed like two months of therapy. Hope Pam isn't pissed.
She laughs, "Not funny, but it's good to plan for children, my clock is ticking."
"I could help keep it wound." I wiggle the brows.
"God, you don't even know how much I missed those, do you?"
"As much as I missed these," I squeeze her ass cheeks. "Does the door lock over there?"
"No, and they have to come to do your tests, so I suggest you keep it in your pants for a couple of more hours."
I groan, "I thought you didn't want to see me dead, B? If I don't get some soon, I might die."
She leans in and gives me a hot kiss. "That oughta buy you a few hours at least. Now let's get this room packed and ready for Xander and Andrew to carry the stuff to the car."
I pout, "Only'll last me a few minutes."
"Get moving," She says sternly, then realizes I almost died and softens her face. "Sweetheart?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for coming back."
"Said I ain't goin' nowhere. Even if you chuck me out, I'd be livin' on the balcony, like a pigeon. You'd have to feed me bread crumbs."
She laughs and leans in for another kiss, "More like bread sticks, you wouldn't settle for crumbs."
"Oooh, can we get pizza tonight?"
"Of course, whatever you want."
"And bagels?"
"Yep"
"And spring rolls"
"Uh huh"
"And ice cream"
"Mmm Hmm"
"And pussy"
"What else would you have with the ice cream?"
Ooooh she's gonna be fuckin' insatiable tonight. I hope I don't crash.
The docs did their tests and said I could go, I'm glad to finally be back home.
B went to go pick up my Gee Gee, she's gonna stay with us now that B's gonna be back stayin' in our apartment. I'm waitin' on the Chinese food order, the pizza already got here, and I need to fuckin' pig on this one pie before my grandmother gets here and yells at me for stuffin' my face. But I'm so damn hungry, feels like I haven't eaten in months.
Heh.
Ok, one pie is gone, got rid of the evidence, and one is left. Cheezy bread, too. Oh, and an order of hot wings.
Doc says I can't have beer and that kinda sucks, ‘cause what's better to wash down some really greasy pizza with, then a beer?
Oh, well, I guess I'll listen to her, she's the one with the degree. ‘Sides the runner up to beer with pizza is not so bad, Cherry Coke. YUM!
After I pig, I make my way up onto the roof, it's a nice night, they say the winds from last night have died down, and it's kinda chilly, but really peaceful. It's one of those times that I like to come up here and take stock in what I have and what I've been through while I watch the lights of the city twinkle.
I rub my throat, Will must've performed some kinda ‘scar be gone' spell on this too, ‘cause it's smooth. The doc said the letter opener had nicked the vocal cord. She's pretty positive that with voice therapy I can get it back to normal, which was raspy anyway, I just don't wanna sound like my name should be Frank, that's all. And not that it does, but if it devolves into that, might as well grow some balls, too.
Speakin' of which, I wonder when B's gonna want kids for real. We kid each other about it, but I was kinda serious today when I said she needs to have someone else in her life, can't be all about me, ya know?
Wow, all my life I've been wanting one person's love. At least, one person. But since my ma didn't know how to give me her love, I wanted someone for myself. Now that I have it, I'm tryin' to give it away, but there's a difference.
The person she would give it to is an extension of me, not my competition, so really by loving the life we create together, even if she loves him or her more than me, is really just loving me also. So it's love for Faith, no matter which way you slice it, and that's fuckin' sweet in my book.
Plus, bein' a slayer's a fuckin' dangerous gig and we need to have somethin' soon, ‘cause you never know what could happen in a month. Shit, you never know what can happen in a blink of an eye. I'm livin' proof of that. One minute I'm fuckin' Buffy and baskin' in the afterglow, the next I'm getting' shot and stabbed. Still can't believe that shit. I'm a cliché for livin' in the city.
I've got it all kinda planned, Buffy wouldn't need to retire from slayin' if that's not what she wants, I just plan on shoulderin' more of our share. She doesn't get involved so much with the hand to hand stuff right now as it is. She still patrols and gets involved when it really counts, but doesn't go on as many missions as she used to. That's really because I told her she's always been better at bein' in charge of the girls, another point I'm livin' proof of. She's been in charge of me for almost two years runnin' and look at how far I've come.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by my ringin' cellphone.
"At night I dream of you...I want to be your lady, baby. If your game is on...gimme a call, boo. If your lovin's strong...gonna give my all to you."
My ring tone is My Boo by The Ghost Town DJ's. It's an older song from the mid 90's. My best friend, used to listen to all kindsa stuff I had no clue about, and he introduced me to this one. After I met Buffy, every time I would hear it, I would always think of her.
I see Buffy's number on the display, I hit the ‘accept' button and put the phone to my ear, "Hey baby, was just thinkin' ‘bout you." I purr into it.
"That's awesome, sweet cheeks, but won't my sister be really jealous?"
Dawn. That fuckin' bitch!! That fuckin' beautiful, funny, sweet, dead when I see her, smart, wonderful, can't live with her and can't drown her, bitch!!!!!
"DAWNIE?!?!?!"
"Woah, kinda needed that ear drum, but oh well, guess that's gone now. How are you, Faith?!?!"
"I'm GOOD!! How are you?!?!"
"Steadily going deaf, it's a thing."
Bitch. I crack up into the phone.
"Where are you?! With Buffy?"
"Yes, we're kidnapping your grandmother, she's the most wonderful woman in the world, did you know that?"
"Yes, I did!!!" I have a huge smile on my face and I get to my feet so I can let some of this happiness out.
"Where are you, Faith?"
"Up on the roof."
I can hear the hesitation in Dawn's voice, but she tries to keep it even. "Are you going to get your ass down here now or what?"
I hear my grandmother in the background say that Dawn's such a beautiful girl, no need to use that kind of language, and I chuckle.
"You just got scolded by Gee Gee, welcome to the family."
"So, I have to come up there and haul your derriere down here or what?"
"I'm coming!!"
"Ew, don't need to hear the gory details. When you're done, do you mind coming back to your apartment? Buffy misses you."
"I'll bet she's glarin' at you so hard right now. See ya in two seconds." I push end and slip the phone back into my pocket and run down to the apartment.
The door opens before I even have a chance to put my hand on the knob and a mess of brown hair flies at me. I'm caught in a tangle of arms and legs. Buffy jumps on us too and my legs buckle under the pressure. We go down.
I'm pretty content here on the floor. Me and my girls just chillin' in the hallway, huggin' and laughin' and cryin'. My Gee Gee comes to the doorway, she's smilin', no doubt relieved to see me alive, smilin' all big and happy.
"There was a time when I was younger, I would have jumped on top of the pile. But now my bones are so old they'd break, so I'll just admire you young ladies from up here."
We all laugh.
Buffy and Dawn let me up just enough so I can get to my feet, Gee Gee holds her arms out to me and I bring the clingy girls with me into our hug.
"Oh, Bella, I'm so glad you're back. You had your Gee Gee scared for a while there."
I cry on her shoulder for a few moments.
"No, no crying, mi dolce. At least not out in the hall, there's a draft."
We all laugh and make our way back into the apartment. Gee Gee ushers me over and has me sit on the couch.
Buffy runs around like a chicken with her head cut off tryin' to make sure I've got enough cushions and blankets for if I get cold.
She stops in mid plumpin' of a cushion, "Faith, you must have a fever, you're all sweaty. Oh God! I'll call the doctor."
"B WAIT!!! ‘Course I'm all sweaty, I'm roastin' under these twelve blankets. Do you mind takin' them off?"
"Why didn't you say so?!"
"I just did."
Dawn laughs and B glares at her.
"Sorry B, I know you're just lookin' out for me but you might wanna tone it down, I'm not glass, I won't break."
She scoffs and takes away the blankets, but leaves a thin one just in case. I can see it now, our kids'll look like the little brother in a Christmas Story when they go outside to play in the snow. "Like a tic about to pop". With twelve pairs of gloves, seventeen pairs of socks, three pairs of long johns, etc.
Least they won't have to wear plastic bags in their sneakers to stop the water from fuckin' with their socks ‘cause their mom spent the winter shoes allowance on dope.
I feel a swat on my arm and I look at my grandmother surprised.
"Don't take that tone with her, I know you think you're kidding but you don't know what that little one has been through."
Damn, I'm an ass. I knew she'd been through a lot, but I kinda forgot about it. Worried about myself and getting' all ‘black cloud' again.
"Sorry, Gee."
"Don't say sorry to me, apologize when she comes back."
Dawn smirks at me and raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just great to see someone besides Buffy able to tame the wild beast."
"What about Buffy?" B comes back in the room sounding annoyed.
"Squirt was just bein' snotty, what's new? Pay the runt no mind." I stick my tongue out at Dawn.
Buffy gives Dawn another glare.
I call B over, "Sorry."
"For what?"
"For bein' so dumb and not realizin' what you were goin' through these past couple of months."
She looks at Gee Gee and Dawn like they spilled the beans or somethin'.
"They didn't tell me anything, I was just actin' like you're overreactin', even though I think ya are a little," Gee Gee pokes me. "But I know you had to be goin' nuts, and I'm sorry."
I hold my hands out to her and she takes ‘em. I go to pull her onto my lap but she stops me like I'm tryin' to sit her on top of lava.
"No! No! No, Faith. I can't sit on your lap, at least for another week or so. The doctor put in a shunt; they had to reconstruct your artery."
Fuck, I didn't even have a limp or nothin' so I thought it was just a little scrape on my artery, like the doc said it "nicked the femoral artery", didn't realize a chunk was taken out of it.
"Damn," I shake my head. Buffy sits beside me. "Anything else I gotta not do?" I look nervously at my Gee Gee, don't wanna ask if sex is off limits in front of her.
Dawn snorts and Buffy blushes.
They saw it in my face.
Gee Gee pats my leg, "I'm sure if Buffy is really gentle, cara mia, you won't have to go without."
Buffy's face is a sight to see, she's got the blush goin' a nice shade of brick red and Dawn is tryin' not to choke on her own tongue laughin'.
I put my arm around my grandmother. "Gee, you're one happenin' old broad, ain't ya?"
She hits my knee gently, "You sound like your Aunt. Now, take me to my room, this ‘old broad' needs some rest."
Buffy goes to her and gives her a hand off the couch. Gee Gee bends to me slightly, "We'll talk in the morning," She gives my forehead a kiss. "Be a good girl and get some rest yourself."
"Ok, Gee Gee, have a good sleep. Thanks for stayin' down here while I was out of it."
"No need to thank me, Buffy was a saint; she's the one who deserves the thanks." She winks at me.
Saint Buffy, heh. Guess it's true what they say.
We made up the pull out couch in the den for Dawnie. It was funny, she was bein' all smart assed and sayin' she doesn't get jet lag, and then all of a sudden she's practically passin' out. B helped her get her pajamas on and then carried her to the bed that I had just made up.
"You gonna carry me to bed too, B?" I wink at her.
"If you want." She smirks. "I'd carry you anywhere."
Awwww, she's so sweet.
I start to walk and I suddenly I'm swept off the ground. I hold on to B's neck and steady myself.
"Woah, little girl! Such a man handler."
"I'll show you man handling when we get in the bedroom."
"You gonna use the new toy?"
B almost drops me, guess that suggestion was a good one, or a bad one. Never can tell with Buffy all the time.
She waits until we get in the room before she starts talking. She gently sets me on the bed.
"Y-You'd let me use it on you?" Her voice sounds small, like she's in actual wonder.
"Why not? Can't let you have all the fun." I prop myself on my elbows.
"I just thought,"
I cut her off, "Yeah, I know, I'm the ‘guy'. And you know this ‘guy' likes penetration, so don't hold out on me."
She gets a look of absolute lust in her eyes, I guess my suggestion was a good one.
We take it slow though. Well actually, she takes it slow, I try to rip her clothes off, but she's not letting me get to her. She wants to be in control. Fine by me.
She pushes me back down on the bed and straddles my waist, she's got the cutest smirk on her lips as she reaches down to the bottom of her shirt and whips it up over her head, then unsnaps her bra.
Man, did I miss those!!! I reach up and cup both breasts in my hands, marvelin' at the feel of their weight and her hardenin'-as-we-speak nipples.
She groans and arches back, pushin' her tits further into my palms.
I keep one hand on her tit and use the other to bring her down to me for a hot kiss. I need her so much right now I'm shakin.
When we break for air she gasps, "Are you ok, baby? Is this too much?"
I kiss down her jawline and then back up to her ear. "It's never too much, never. Sometimes I think it's never enough, always want more of you, B. Can't ever get enough."
That has her smilin', "Well, then, I just have to give you what you need."
Oh yeah, give it to me. That Jay-Z song pops into my head and I wish I had it handy to play, love to fuck to that one.
"Give it to me, gimme that sweet, that nasty, that gooshy stuff, B."
She laughs, "Oh, don't worry, you're gonna get a lot more. But we'll take it slow, you're recovering."
"Buffy, don't you dare torture me with slow, I haven't had anything for two months, I'm gonna die here."
"Well then, I'll have Willow do a spell, you're not gonna die. Not on my watch."
Have to keep this light or else she'll start thinkin' about the bad and we'll never do it. And in case you hadn't noticed, sex means a lot to me. Especially sex with Buffy.
"You gonna sit there all night, or are we gonna get busy?"
"Oooh my girl's impatient, huh?" She smirks as she sits up again and toys with the front of my shirt.
"I want you to fuck me, hard, fast and now. That impatient enough for you?"
Her eyes go wide, and her breathin' increases. She's picturin' it. She fumbles with my buttons, then gets frustrated at her clumsiness and just rips the thing down the front.
I don't say shit, I'm too caught up in her need for dominance.
Shit, this is gonna be good.
Once the shirt is gone she unclasps my bra and looks at my tits like they're the last pieces of cake in the world. Chocolate cake with chocolate mousse icin' and warm raspberry drizzle, she loves that shit more than me sometimes.
I grab at her back and head as she hungrily attacks my nipples with her tongue and teeth. She's grindin' her pussy down on my good leg and grindin' against mine in the process. Damn, she's so hot for it!
She rips her mouth away from my breasts and I can see a bit of the slayer in her, B has checked out for a moment. I kinda hope she doesn't rip these jeans off me, they're my favorite, hug the ass just right. Even though they are a little big right now, need a few more pizzas.
Buffy slides off me and drags her hands down to the top of my waistband, she undoes the fly and pulls them off slowly. She settles herself between my legs and presses her nose to the crotch of my panties. I feel her tongue press against me.
Fuck, that's a hot site and the sensations her tongue is causin' makes me a little light headed. I let my head roll back and forth on the pillow as she slips her finger under the material and dips into my wetness.
"Jesus, fuck, B! I need you so much."
She takes a hold of my panties and pulls them off quickly, they're now somewhere on the floor with my jeans and torn shirt.
I reach for her and she quirks an eyebrow, she wants to know what I want.
"I want to help you off with your pants. Please, may I help you take them off, miss?" I wink.
"You may." She shuffles up towards the headboard so I can take them off without havin' to move.
I sit up so that I can get some kisses in while I make quick work of her buttons. Once they're undone I shove my impatient hands into her panties and touch all over, I fuckin' can't get enough. I wasn't lyin' before when I said that. I want to touch everywhere all at once. I rub and squeeze her cheeks, pullin' them apart slightly and brushin' her hole, she gasps and that makes me smile into the kiss. Then I bring one of my hands in front to cup her mound. My heart feels like it's gonna sieze up as I feel her juices spillin' over my fingers. I think I got a little wet spot of my own goin' on the bed.
No fuckin' foreplay, I feel like if I don't get her in me now, I might go into another coma. Thankfully, she reaches for the side table drawer and pulls it open. I won't have to beg. I'm still fondlin' her as she stretches to reach into it the drawer and she pulls out the amazin' dildo.
It's almost like it has a glow about it. I guess it's the light glintin' off of it.
God damn! I feel like this is my first time with the girl of my dreams or somethin'. Heh, what am I sayin'? It fuckin' is just that.
This is the first time B is going to fuck me with a dong while it's attached to her. She's fucked me with the hand helds before, but she was never really comfortable with bein' in the driver's seat with the strap. Now, she looks like this is old hat to her, but a really excitin' old hat. So fuckin' confident and in charge. Maybe shakin' just a little bit with lust.
She brings the bulbed end that goes inside her down to her pussy and rubs her clit just a bit, then by a slight narrowin' of her eyes I can tell she just pushed it in. It's a bit big so it can fit in snugly, and I know she feels real full. She bites her bottom lip and rubs a little more at her clit when it hits her spot. She must feel so fuckin' nasty with it on and hoverin' above me like this. I can see the absolute wantonness in her face.
Oh, God, I hope she likes my next suggestion. I almost chicken out but decide to go for it.
"You want me to make it wet for you, miss?"
Her eyes open and she tries to focus on mine. "With your sweet mouth?"
I nod, damn her voice is so sexy when she's all lustified.
Once again, she scoots up towards me and I stroke the shaft in front of me. I look up and her eyes are going wide and narrow. I press the button on the bottom of the part that's in her and her eyes just stay wide. She's feelin' the vibrations.
I give her one last wink and small air kiss as I bring my head forwards and lick at the tip.
"Oh, wow, that looks..." Yeah, fuckin' nasty, I know B.
I push forward a bit more when it's in my mouth and give it a few more swipes with my tongue as I bring it in further. Gettin' it nice and wet for her. I pull back a little and look up at her with the tip in my mouth, she's still tryin' to make her eyes focus, the vibe's givin' her a lot to think about right now, or not think about. She's havin' a hard time not givin' into the thing and just comin'.
I guess she realizes this and pulls her cock away from me. She pushes me back down and settles herself along my body, she's feelin' too much right now, and not enough.
Never enough.
With a shaky breath she says, "Go ahead, baby. Put me inside you."
God damn! I might have just came, my pussy definitely responded to that one.
I reach down in between us and take the cock in my hand, she lifts slightly and I position it at the entrance to my hole. She pushes forward slowly and I gasp. Buffy holds herself steady, waitin' to see if I'm in pain.
"More, baby, give me more, don't stop, please, B, don't stop."
I feel a shudder go through her and realize she's comin', oh holy mother of shit, that looks so fuckin' hot, she was tryin' to hold out but she couldn't and now her eyes are rollin' back in her head and she's groanin'.
Shit, I'll have to give her a few minutes of recovery time, and put my ragin' hormones on hold. I don't know if I can do it, but I'll do it for her.
She's still holdin' herself up by her arms, and I try to bring her down to lay on me so she can rest. She shakes her head and opens her eyes, lookin' at me like I did somethin' wrong.
"I'm not done," Her voice is a little strained but forceful.
She pushes forward more, I settle my hands on her ass cheeks and pull her hips towards me. Damn, that feels so good. Once, she's in all the way I wrap my legs around her thighs. The angle is makin' everything feel tighter.
She sets herself and takes a deep breath; she starts a slow rhythm and I can't get enough, I'm grindin' up into her on the down strokes. Soon she finds the right rhythm and she's bangin' into me faster, I open my legs a little and readjust them higher around her waist. That allows her to stroke deeper into my pussy and hit my g-spot with each thrust.
OH FUCK! I can't keep a hold on my brain as she leans down and bites my nipple. It feels like it just shot off into orbit, Buffy's redoublin' her effort and fucks me harder, I can hear her say she's comin' and if I thought my brain was in space, it's now in fuckin' HEAVEN!!!
Oh fuck, am I dead? Can't be ‘cause my heart is poundin' in my chest. I feel B lift off me a little and gently pull the dildo free from my pussy.
Damn, checked out for a couple of seconds there, I wonder if that's connected to why I go into a coma all the time.
Well, not all the time, but I do get knocked out easily.
"You there, baby?"
"Mmm hmm. I'm wonderin' how come you haven't done that before."
"Well, I'm not really sure, but I know I'll definitely be doing it again." She laughs.
"So hot, that was so hot, Buffy."
"I know, I loved it."
"Does this mean you're the guy now?"
"No, I have more shoes and frilly tops, also I wear more skirts."
Yeah, she does. But we like to kid each other about bein' the guy. It really doesn't matter to me one way or the other.
I hope she remembered to put the silence spell on the room. Don't wanna think of my grandmother hearing all that.
"Wait, the Governer of New York did WHAT?!"
"Cheated on his wife with high class prostitutes."
"High class," Dawn snorts.
"And now he's the ex-governor." Xand adds.
"He deserved to be caught, he used the lamest alias ever. George Fox, who has a name like that?"
"Uhh, Buff, that was his friend's name."
"Oh. Still!" B gets a look like somethin' just occurred to her. "Wait, he used his friend's name?"
"Hey, missy, I better not get calls from the coven saying they have reason to believe I've been hiring high class prostitutes to the tune of $80,000."
"Wow, he paid that much?"
"Over a couple of years."
"Damn, I missed out on a lot." I whisper to Xand. "She got a Myspace?"
"Bookmarked it for ya." He whispers back and nods.
I catch B's look and change the subject real fuckin' fast.
"How're the Sox doin? They'd be what, about a week into the season now?"
"Yep!" Xand answers enthusiastically, like he thinks that's gonna save him from Buffy's glare.
"They play the Yanks yet?"
"No, that's in about a week. I think next Friday."
"Cool, at least I haven't missed that."
"Beckett's not in the pitching roatation though."
"No shit, why?!"
"Back injury."
"Awww fuck it!"
"Faith, language,"
"Sorry, Gee."
"Quite alright," Giles answers then realizes I meant my grandmother. "Oh, scusi." He smiles at her.
"Tu conosci Italiano?"
"Si, I spent quite some time at the Sapienza Universita di Roma."
"Oh, how wonderful! My mother met my father there, she was from a little town outside of Rome."
Giles starts talkin' about the strolls he took around the city and I glance over at Buffy. She's tryin' to pay attention but she can feel my eyes on her.
I wink and give her a little air kiss.
Pipsqueak whispers, "Get a room." Then says, "OW!" Buffy stepped on her hand. She's sittin' on the floor.
"Giles, don't wanna interrupt your reminicin' but the natives are gettin' restless."
"Yes, thank you, Faith." He takes out his journal. Fuckin' thing is pretty sweet, I want one. "I've had some intelligence on Kennedy's condition."
I sit up and pay close attention.
"It appears as though she's gone crazy."
"Giles, please tell us you have something other than that, I think we've already established her shooting my fiancée and then stabbing her in the throat for no apparent reason as Kennedy going crazy." Buffy smilin' but you can tell by her eyes she's not happy.
"If you please let me finish, Buffy, all will become a little clearer."
She glares at him and motions for him to continue.
"As I was saying, it appears Kennedy has gone crazy, but with Willow's help and some intelligence out of the South of France of all places, I'd say the person or thing that shot and stabbed Faith was not really Kennedy at all."
Everyone gasps except for Dawnie and Red, they must know this stuff already. Shit, why didn't I think of that possibility?
"Well then, we just find Kennedy and she can tell us who kidnapped her." Andrew says helpfully.
I look over to Willow who looks like she's about to lose it in a hurry.
"Andy, shhh, ok?"
He nods.
"How long have they had her?"
"I'd say since she and Willow came back from Brazil."
Fuck, that was over a year ago!! Damnit! No wonder she's been a total bitch this whole time.
"So, what do we do now, G-man?"
"Dawn is working on gaining more intelligence from France, and the surrounding areas."
"We should get a team on it." Buffy says.
"Satsu dispersed a team of girls to Nice; I'm going to also have reconnaissance teams in Avignon, Pau, Bayonne, Lyon, and one in Monaco.
"Could have traveled North by now."
"We've already covered the North, there's good intelligence that this new threat is in the South, they've established quiet a stronghold there."
"Fuck, sorry Gee Gee, but fuck! Who knew it was this complicated? I just thought..." I stop myself when I look at Willow. Didn't give it a second thought when I pinned Ken as the bad guy.
"Where's the intelligence placin' the ringleaders?"
"Nice,"
"How soon can I get with the team?"
Buffy stands up. "NO!"
I don't even look at her. "Figure they've got a safehouse somewhere where there's a lot of people, no?"
"Did you hear me?! You're not going anywhere!!"
"I heard, ya. And yes I am."
Buffy's about to nut out on me when she remembers my grandmother is in the room. Probably the only one that can get B to quiet down one of her self-righteous and bossy rants.
"Faith, can I see you in our bedroom for a second?" She stalks off not even waitin' for my answer. I wouldn't dare say no anyway, don't need another coma.
I get in there and as soon as the door's closed she says a spell so that we can't be heard.
"HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR MIND?!?!"
"Uh, no?"
"YEAH, WELL I THINK YOU HAVE!!"
"I think I should know when I've gone crazy, B, and I'm feelin' kinda sane. Wonderin' who this crazy woman screamin' at me is though."
"OH YOU FUCKING HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT CRAZY, FAITH! NOT ONE CLUE!!!"
"Really? Why don't you tell me then, B?!"
I fold my arms over my chest and lean up against the dresser. I watch her pace around for a few minutes, she finally stops and I think her head might explode, but then she sighs and her voice comes out strained but even.
"Crazy is getting a call from Xander saying there's been an accidental shooting at his apartment and I should meet you guys at the hospital. Crazy is the taxi ride over there in hysterics because I kept thinking the worst, even though I tried not to. Crazy is watching them rip your chest open so that they could massage your not beating heart. Crazy is seeing a trach tube in your throat because that thing stabbed you with a letter opener..."
"Ok, B. I think I got it now."
"NO! I don't think you do!!!"
"Yeah, I do, but I want you to hear me out."
"Unless you say you're mistaken and you don't want to go to France, then we've got nothing more to talk about. And don't give me that speech about your life being worth less than mine, or I will beat you down."
She sets her jaw and clenches her fist waiting for my answer.
God fuckin' damnit. What do I do here? My first instinct is just leave the room, ‘cause I ain't budgin' on the going to France thing. But I don't want her to hate me.
I opt to just shrug and sit down on the bed. I don't look at her, but I can tell she's burnin' a hole right through my skull.
We stay like this for a few minutes. I just don't know what to say, I think of Ken and the fact that she's been held hostage for almost a year. Maybe more, who knows when they got her.
"Buffy," I sigh.
"Faith,"
"It feels like you don't trust me to do my job."
"I trust you, I don't trust the people who want to hurt you. You're obviously a target, why would you put yourself in that kind of danger?"
"To protect you, and everyone else here. Plus I owe it to Willow, she's done a lot for us Buffy. A hell of a lot! And to think her girl was kidnapped in some elaborate plot to kill me. I want to get to the bottom of it."
She's about to answer when there's a knock on the door.
"Girls, sorry to interrupt, but do you mind if I come in?"
B snaps her fingers and the air shimmers. "What is it, Giles?"
"I need to speak with you for a moment."
"This better be good," B says angrily.
