Chapter 24: Washington D(on’t) C(ome) Cheap
"Right this way ladies, if you please."
Some dude was waitin' for us in the private airplane hangar when we landed at Dulles.
He's directin' us towards a limo that's near the front of the hangar. Buffy slips her arm through mine and the dude smiles.
"Everyone is pretty excited about this new development."
How fuckin' excited and exactly what he means by "new development" is makin' my stomach churn. He's probably one of the assholes watchin' us fake fuck.
As we pass by him I give him a nod and walk towards the open car door. I feel B tense up and a split second later I feel somethin' like a gun barrel at the back of my neck.
Shit, guess this is the end of the line.
Before I have the chance to finish that thought or react, everything goes black.
When I'm aware of my surroundin's again, it looks really, really similar to the inside of the tent from last night. As a matter of fact I realize I'm in the sleepin' bag and a very satisfied lookin' B is sleepin' next to me.
I unzip the bag and sit up, unzippin' the flap of the tent and lookin' out at the fake sun risin' over the lake. It's breath takin'.
Is this heaven?
I guess it's my heaven. But are we dead? I'm not sure.
Shit, I would seriously be pissed at myself if we walked into a trap. I should have thought of that!! Why didn't I think it could be a trap?!
B's stirrin' in the bag and I hear her let out a satisfied groan. I get the strongest déjà vu feelin' I've ever had.
"Mmmm morning, Faith." She scoots over a little more. "What're you doing up? Letting all the cold air in? Come back to snuggle with me."
I told ya she needs her snuggles after lovin'. And with the amount of sex we had last night we're gonna be snugglin' and cuddlin' for a while. This is exactly what we did yesterday, or this mornin' or, whenever the hell it was.
She's reachin' out to pull me back into the bag with her. I look back at her. Shit, she's so fuckin' gorgeous, even with the rat's nest on the top of her head. Heh. But who am I to make fun? I've probably got a lovely nest goin' on, too.
I decide to just go with this, not question it. If I'm dead then I'm dead. Can't do much about it and at least I've got B here with me. When I realize she might be dead, too, I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to sob out. Somehow I know that she has no idea what's goin' on and I want to keep it that way.
I turn over and settle myself on top of her, she leans over and zips the bag back up.
"Mmmmm, that's better." She groans. I wiggle myself a little against her and she parts her legs a bit more. "Much better!"
"Still horny, huh, B?" I say lookin' at the dreamy look she's got on her face, her eyes are closed and she's smilin'.
"You know it; I mean, we only did it three times last night." She opens her eyes and winks at me.
"Yeah, but judgin' from the indent in the ground where we had the bag before, I'd say they were pretty intense times. Wouldn't you agree?" I grind myself against her and she closes her eyes again, she just nods her answer.
I lean in for a kiss and she's not openin' her mouth. I lick at her lips. When she still doesn't open ‘em I bite her lip a little.
"I haven't brushed yet, Faith!"
"Do you think I care? And haven't we been over this already? Your breath doesn't stink! Does mine?"
She shakes her head.
"Well then, gimme the mouth!"
She leans up and captures my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Now I'm satisfied! I groan my thanks into her mouth as I grind more and more forcefully against her pussy with mine. She breaks our kiss to catch her breath and I nibble and lick her neck.
"Oh, yes, yes, Faith! Mmmm, that's so fucking good!"
My potty mouthed angel.
I reach down between us and put my fingers on either side of her clit, they're jackin' her off while I continue to grind into her in a steady rhythm. I'm not gettin' enough friction to get off, and certainly not before she does but I don't care, this is for her.
She's ridin' that wave to comin' hard and fast. Suddenly I remember somethin' I saw in a dirty magazine, it was a cartoon of this dude with a hot blonde bouncin' up and down on him and he's tryin' to hold both of them off from comin' by applyin' this technique he studied in Asia or somethin' and he does it wrong and they both pop off into explosive orgasms. That always got me hot.
I want B to come like the woman I saw in the cartoon, and I know just how to do it. I lift off her slightly and bring my other hand down to her pussy, I enter her with two of my fingers and she gasps loudly. Her head is movin' from side to side like she's denyin' somethin'. Can't be denyin' that she's about to come like a mother fucker, ‘cause she is. I fuck her hole for a bit, just enjoyin' the slippery warmth and the feel of her tightness around my fingers. When I've had enough of waitin' for her to come, I turn my fingers around and rub the front wall of her pussy, right under the spot where her clit is. I also press the fingers I had next to her clit directly on it; almost like I'm tryin' to make my fingers meet through her skin.
It's like I pressed a button. Heh. I guess I did, actually.
She lets out another earth shatterin', ear piercin', bird scarin' scream. Her torso is rigid and her legs wrap around my middle doin' their best to try and squeeze the life outta me. Then her body starts convulsin' in slow, strong shudders, it's a full on body orgasm, and my pussy is pulsin' and clenchin' in sympathy. I take my fingers off her clit and press down on mine and that's it, I'm comin'.
It's not like the one she had, but it's fuckin' awesome in its own right. I call out her name as I peak and groan my love into her ear. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me impossibly closer to her.
After we both come down from our highs, I go to roll off of her but she doesn't let me. I always get the feelin' I'm crushin' her. She never seems to care though. ‘Cept when she's bein' a brat and I'm tryin' to tickle her.
"I like you on top of me." She says with a labored breathin' sound to her voice.
"Yeah? I'm not crushin' you?" I pant out.
"Nope, I like to feel engulfed by you."
She always blows me away with the little things she says, that say so much.
I wish I could make my brain think of somethin' just as meaningful, but all I got is some pun about the Gulf of Mexico. I suck sometimes, especially when my brain is in lala-land.
"I love you, Buffy."
Well, maybe my brain isn't so suckish.
"And I love you too, Faith." We kiss sweetly and soon it becomes more. Not all hot and furious, but just more meaningful. I love those kinda kisses. It feels like my soul is pourin' into hers.
She pulls back to let us catch our breath, and I kiss along her jaw line. She's murmurin' sweet nothin's and it makes my heart feel full.
I again get the feelin' that I want to stay here forever, but I know we can't. I'm not sure who I'm bein' selfish to, Ken or Buffy. ‘Cause she's really enjoyin' herself and she needs this, just like I do. But we've already gone over this, and we need to go to D.C. Which we've already done, but shit, we're back in time again. It's so fuckin' weird, I was so in the moment, I had forgotten that we've already done this. I'm just relivin' the day.
Not a bad day to relive, but I still feel unsettled about bein' dead, or whatever this is.
Buffy's talkin' and I remember exactly what it was about. Kids.
She said she wishes we could get started right away, like a normal couple. Ya know, bring her back from the honeymoon all pregnant and shit. But of course we're not normal, and I'm still fucked up in the head, so I say we should wait a while, she agrees ‘cause she knows we're nowhere near close to findin' out what's up with the people messin' with us. She also agrees that I need to sort myself out, but she's pissed that I get down on myself and say things like ‘I'm still fucked up in the head'.
"Have you been able to extract anything?"
What the motherfuck?!
"Yes, they're both dreaming. Of each other."
Who the fuck could these two be? God and St. Peter?
"Oh really? Anything interesting?"
St. Peter chuckles, "Yes, they're doing it in a tent."
"Young love, huh?" God says with a grin in his voice.
I knew they were pervs!
"Tell the boss what we've found out, bring them out of the trance. And, Peter, tell him he owes me 10 grand, his intelligence was wrong, mine was right."
Fuck, that's a coincidence, huh?! Peter. Heh.
It's weird but Buffy doesn't seem to hear what I do, and we just keep kissin' and baskin' like nothin' was wrong. I guess it's a good thing that we're not dead, but I don't know how long that's gonna last, since they've fuckin' made us. Those bastard Shaman that supposedly put a block on my mind are gonna die if I ever get outta this shit alive.
Mark my words though, if I do die, I'm gonna haunt them for the rest of my days.
I blink my eyes open and see some fucker grinnin' at me, he's the dude that greeted us when we got off the plane.
"I hope you don't mind, but we had to take a few precautions."
I decide to play it cool and see where this is going.
"I don't mind at all. It's understandable." I look over at Buffy on an exam table like the one I'm on and she's not up yet. Someone's standin' over her with magic pulsin' off their hands into her body.
"Your girlfriend will be brought out shortly, I wanted to talk to you alone for a few moments."
I nod, but don't say shit.
"I wasn't lying to you when I said there are many people happy with the new development. Buffy Summers is quite a catch," He winks. "In more ways than one."
I wanna punch the fuckin' smirk right off his face, but I'm playin' it cool.
"You've been a very valuable ally in this operation, Kennedy." He puts his hand on my arm and smiles at me. "I can't sing enough of your praises."
Kennedy?!?! Holy fuck!!!!!! The mind block worked, I guess they were seein' Ken and Buffy fuckin' in the tent.
I smile sweetly at him.
Even though I wanna fuckin' jump up and down and punch the air in victory, I just shrug like it's no big thing.
"Yeah, you know you're good." He moves over to where B is, "Apparently, very, very good."
Shit, I wish I could incinerate him with my eyes. Gotta talk to Will, I bet there's a spell, or she could make one.
He sighs and turns back around to me. I haven't changed my position, or my expression.
"We'll let you alone to do what you want to, you'll go to your hotel and have the rest of the day to sightsee if you wish. The cherry blossom trees around the Tidal Basin are in bloom. It's a very romantic sight."
"Thanks, ..." I'm not sure if I should know his name.
He holds his hand out to me and I sit up and take it. "Gerard, it's great to be able to finally meet you."
"Likewise." I say as I give him a firm shake. I really should be a fuckin' actress. I'm actin' like this guy is my key to everything I've ever wanted.
He must feel the respect and the gratitude because his smile gets wider.
He turns around and nods at the person who's holdin' B in the trance. That dude does some flourish-y shit with his hands and she moans.
"She'll be up in a few minutes, I'll bet she's still trying to hold onto the lovely dream she's having."
He opens up a door and the warlock leaves. I can see out into the airplane hangar. We never went anywhere. I thought we mighta been transported to their secret hideout or somethin'.
"How long were we out?" I ask before Gerard leaves.
"Only about 10 minutes, we needed to make sure you two were who you said you were." He looks thoughtful. "We've been burned before."
"Yeah, sorry to hear that."
"Not as sorry as the person who burned us. Simone proved less than exemplary in every avenue."
Simone?! That fuckin' stupid, pink mohawked bitch!! I knew we shoulda killed her when we had the chance. But no, Kennedy of all people said she could be reformed. Fuck, what a fuckin' kick in the nuts!
"But that's in the past, and we've got the two best slayers, in my opinion, on our side."
Two best slayers?! Kennedy over me?
"Thanks for the confidence, I'm glad you see what I've been saying since I became a slayer." I chuckle, "Most people say its Buffy and Faith who're the best."
"Yeah, well the fifty million dollars I ponied up for six months of your services says I don't think you're a second rate slayer." He quirks an eyebrow. "Besides, you're ‘love affair'," He makes those quotation symbols when he says that, "has broken the skanky one. I knew she was nothing more than a mess waiting to happen." He laughs smugly. "Have a good day, we'll be in touch."
"Thanks for everything."
"You're very welcome." He winks and leaves.
As soon as he's gone Buffy sits up and stretches. With one look from her I know she heard all that, but we can't talk about it.
"Everything ok, Ken?"
"Yeah, wonderful, Buffy. We should get going. We have the day to sightsee. How sweet is that?"
"I wonder why I fought on the side of good all these years, this is really the life."
I laugh, "I know, it makes me feel sad for the slayers who keep thinking they're on the right side."
I get down off the table and then go to help her down.
I lean in and kiss her. She doesn't close her eyes tight right away, and I'm not jealous about it. We've gotten over our hang-ups because we know that this is it. It's the real thing and we've got to act our parts to the fuckin' T. No pussyin' out and givin' ‘em the slightest clue about what we're really up to.
We leave the room and get into the limo, the driver's holdin' the door open for us.
"Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
He winks at me and then leans back to watch Buffy's ass as she's gettin' in the limo after me. I look like I don't fuckin' care and he smiles knowingly at me. I'm supposed to be playin' her, don't ask me why but I felt that when I was talkin' to that guy on the phone yesterday, I guess that was Gerard.
B's lookin' out the window as we make our way outta Virginia on Route 66. This'll take us into D.C.
I've been here many times before, most recently last year when Rona needed some extra help ‘cause the Hellmouth was actin' up.
And before you ask, yeah, there's a Hellmouth in D.C. it opened up about a year and a half ago. But from what Giles said it had been opened before about a hundred years ago. Corrupted a lot of people in the government. Probably related to the fuckfaces we're dealin' with now.
The D.C. trip last year, was a good time slayin'-wise, but it sucked for me and B. She had been off on a mission in L.A. and then Giles sent me and Rona to North Africa. When we came back all hell literally broke loose on the D.C. Hellmouth and I couldn't let Rona just go off alone to deal with the shit. So I stayed with her until things were taken care of. That took about a month so me and B were apart for almost two months.
Buffy was pissed at me ‘cause I stopped her from comin' to D.C. to help. I accused her of not thinkin' I was good enough to handle it myself, which is pretty accurate, but mostly I didn't want her to be in danger. I told you I've always done shit like that, don't be surprised when you see evidence of it.
"I wanted to come here last year, but Faith wouldn't let me."
"Oh, when the Hellmouth was acting up?"
"Yeah, she said I couldn't come. She was probably with some fucking floozy. Fucking." She adds bitterly.
More like dyin' from blunt force trauma to the head, but I never let anyone say shit to her about that. Will got someone to swoop down and fix me up real quick. No one ever said this shit wasn't a dangerous job. So the fact that I've almost died three times in as many years, doesn't phase me a bit. I'm just glad we've got a bunch of serious Wiccas on our side.
"She's a fool, Buffy." I reach out for her hand and pull her closer. "Don't think about her, we're here for pleasure, and a little bit of business, remember?"
"Oh, I can't forget." She smiles big and leans in for another kiss. I can see the chauffer lookin' back at us in the rear view. I wink at him and deepen the kiss. I don't even bother to ask him to put up the glass, it's see through on his end no doubt. Keep lookin' asshole, you're a mother fuckin' fool. They fuckin' think I'm playin' B, and she's livin' up to her part as the ditsy little bitch who's buyin' my cheap mojo.
We break our kiss after a few more minutes of hot and heavy stuff, complete with under the top groppin' of her titties. I look up at the chauffeur and it's a wonder he's kept us on the road, ‘cause he's lookin' back at us again.
"What's that building over there?" B points as we're goin' over the Teddy Roosevelt bridge.
"That's the Kennedy Center. If we have time we'll see if they have a show playing you'd like to see. My parents have given them a ton of money. They're fellows."
"Guys?"
God, I wanna laugh ‘cause she plays the fuckin' ditz so well.
"No, they're like on the board for the Center. They give donations and make some decisions, not many because that would be unethical. The point is, I can get free tickets to a show and they'd be box seats."
"Oh, God, Ken! That would be great. I could dress up and everything. I never get to do that with Faith!"
"Stop talking about her, and if you must, please stop talking about her like you're still together. Ok?"
"Sorry," She pouts and after a minute I pout with her. It always gets to me.
"C'mere," I nod my head to bring her closer. I stop before she kisses me and talk to the driver. "Hey, umm, sorry I don't remember your name."
"It's Julian, Ms. Kennedy."
"Right, Julian, sorry. Can you put up the glass, and let us know when we're at the hotel?"
He winks and Buffy goes all shy and moves away.
"What are you doing, Buffy?"
"I can't do that in here!"
"What, ‘that'? I just wanted a little privacy with my new girlfriend, is that ok?"
"I-I guess. But just second base."
"Slayer's honor."
I hear Julian laugh as the glass goes up.
I pretend to finger fuck her to a really quick orgasm and for a really nasty visual for Julian I suck on my fingers when I'm done.
I feel the limo come to a stop and Julian knocks on the glass.
"You can put it down."
The glass goes down and he smiles, his face is a bit red.
"We're at the hotel. I've called ahead so they're sending the bellhop out to get your bags, all you have to do is go up to the concierge desk and check in."
"Great, thanks."
"It was my pleasure."
I'm sure, fucknuts, and if I get a chance, you're gonna be toast as well. Something tells me no one is an innocent player in this. And my instincts have been right on the money so far.
We get up to the counter and the concierges smile and welcome me back.
"It's good to see you again, Ms. Kennedy. And Ms. Summers, it's nice to meet you." The chick says.
"Thanks, same to you." Buffy says shyly.
"Here are your cards, you've been upgraded to the Presidential Suite, compliments of your employer."
"Really?" I start to sound excited, but I remember that Ken wouldn't think twice about this shit. "Thanks."
"Enjoy your stay you two." The guy says to me.
"Thanks." I look at his name tag. "Martin." I wink at him and he looks relieved.
Probably thought I was forgettin' his name, and hence the big tip I give him when we leave here.
This glamour must have some of Ken's memories, because I know this shit without really havin' to think about it.
We have three key cards. I know the green one is for the Presidential Suite elevator. Usually the keys in these joints work for the elevator and the room, but this one would have a separate key for the private elevator.
Funny, but I don't have any recollections of the room itself, just things to help me get by.
When we get up to the room, Buffy gawks at the foyer, it's really huge and has an inlaid marble floor with a fuckin' pond in the middle of it. The Skylight is huge and probably the most beautiful one I've ever seen.
I don't look at it too much, I just look at Buffy taking it all in. The room itself is kick ass. Fuckin' classy. The bellhop in his brown suit and white gloves tells us to enjoy our stay. He doesn't wait for me to give him a tip. Again, I don't say nothin' out of the ordinary, I know that I give the tips at the end of my stay, with their names written on the envelopes.
"I guess I'm doing a good job, huh?"
She looks at me blank-faced, then smiles and jumps into my arms like we won the lottery. "Holy Shit, Ken. I'd say you're doing a great job!"
"You want to eat in, or out?"
She gets the pun and looks like she's thinking about it.
"I think I'd like to eat out." She pushes me towards the bedroom. "It's time I got down on my knees and did some worshipping."
My heart breaks at what I'm pretty sure she means she's gonna do, but my face cracks into the hugest smile.
I wiggle my brows a little. "Oh, yeah? How?" She stops before we're in the room and pushes me up against the wall. She leans in and kisses me passionately before breakin' the kiss and slidin' down my body, lookin' at me like she's gonna suck me off. She undoes my pants and I place my hand at the back of her head, guidin' her in.
I close my eyes as she's suckin' and bitin' and bobbin' her head like I've got a big dick.
"Oh, Buffy, yes!! Oh GOD, YES!!!" My voice is echoin' in the cavernous room.
She keeps goin' at my pussy like it's the last food on earth and I'm playin' it up like it's the best head I've ever gotten.
After I ‘come', she sits back on her legs and wipes her lips. I slide to the floor in front of her.
"Was that good?"
"Good? That was great!!!!"
I wipe at my forehead and she crawls over to me.
"I can't get enough of you, Kennedy."
"Why would you want to get enough?" Damn, I said that yesterday, I didn't want to say anything that would be something I would normally say, but I guess it's authentic.
"You're right, I don't think I want to even try to get enough."
We kiss a very hot and heavy kiss. After a few moments I suggest we shower together and B gets up and runs into the room.
The bathroom is just indescribable, it's got more inlaid marble, and a huge jetted tub, and a fuckin' shower built for 20. It's fuckin' off the hook. I hope for our sake we don't come to look back at this place in disgust, ‘cause that would mean some bad shit went down. It's a decent enough place, and we're still kinda on our honeymoon.
Fuck, I gotta focus!!
We're done pretendin' to fuck in the shower and we scrub each other down, I put her in front of me as I wash her hair. I love doin' that for her. I'm gatherin' some strength from this simple task.
After our shower I call down to the front desk to see where there's a nice place to eat and they tell me they've already made reservations at my favorite restaurant.
I thank them and hang up. Buffy's dressed in nice goin' out clothes. And a three quarter length belted leather coat I got her for Christmas. It's still a bit chilly. She brings her digital camera, we're gonna do like the dude suggested and go down to the Tidal Basin first and take some pictures. All the pictures will show Ken and B on the display, but when Will uploads them into her computer, it'll show me and B.
Have I said she's a mother fuckin' genius already?
We go back down to the lobby and I scope out who's sittin' in chairs and who's just standin' around. Some young lady is walkin' passed me without luggage and I briefly wonder if she's a high priced call girl. She winks at me and fuck, this Kendog fucked her. I know it and apparently ‘my' pussy knows it, too.
I hug B closer, and wave to the concierge, Martin. He winks, too. But my pussy don't respond to that. Thanks be to Christ.
We get into the waitin' limo, this one's just a town car, not a big stretch. People are lookin' at us like we're royalty or stars or somethin'. I would like to be able to say I could get used to this life, but it comes attached to some very fuckin' nasty people that I don't want to be associated with, and I just can't wait to get back to my own life.
As we make our way down Connecticut Avenue I point out some of the buildings of interest. "There's the old Executive Office Building."
"What's that famous for?"
"Some old executives?"
She laughs at me and swats my leg.
"No, it's right next to the West Wing of the White House. A lot of the White House staff have offices there. It used to house the State, War and Navy Departments."
"You're really smart, you know that?"
"Yeah, I got you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, ya did."
The young love shit really gets to me right about now. It's when we're in front of other people that I get pissed.
I point out the White House, which we have to crane our necks to see, and the Ellipse, which is a big oval patch of grass. We pass by the Washington Monument and I point out the World War II Memorial.
We finally get down to the Tidal Basin and the driver finds a space to park. "Enjoy the view," He watches Buffy's ass as she gets out of the car. "I know I do."
I look at him and wink. Then I pat the arm he has across the backseat. "You're too funny, Julian." And I'm gonna personally see to it that your eyes are gouged out. I follow Buffy out and reach for her hand. She sidles up next to me and wraps her arm around mine. I squeeze her in close.
The view of the Potomac is really somethin' and the Cherry Blossoms are just fuckin' gorgeous. We take our pictures and have someone take pictures of us. There are a lot of people down here. B does the spell Will gave us for findin' bugs. Nothin' around or on us, but there's a red glow from the dashboard of the car.
"Let's take a walk, Ken. Oooh! Can we go to the Jefferson Memorial?" She's pointing towards the round limestone memorial. "I've never been!"
"Sure, let me go tell Julian, ok?"
She nods and I start to trot back to the car, but somehow I stop myself and open ‘my' cell. "Hey, Julian, we're gonna take a walk to the Jefferson Memorial."
I don't ask if it's ok. He's my driver, fuck it.
"Sure, boss. I just wanted to let you know that it's an honor to be driving for you today."
"No problem, we'll be back in a few minutes."
"Take your time."
We walk down the path and make our way to the memorial. We do the spell again and no bugs are in site.
"So whatta ya think?"
"Of the hotel room?"
"Buffy" I look at her seriously.
"Sorry, it was a little mesmerizing. But I know what you're getting at."
I still don't trust these fuckfaces not to be usin' some stealthy shit to spy so I pull her in closer and whisper in her ear. To any onlookers it would look like we're whisperin' sweet nothin's into each other's ears.
"Can you believe they were inside our heads?"
She shudders and shakes her head, "I gather they didn't see anything we didn't want them to."
"Nope, nothin'."
"Have we sung Willow's praises at all today?"
"I know I have."
"Good, because I do, at least twice a day."
"Her ears must be as red as her hair."
That makes B chuckle.
"So what's next?"
"Dinner. We gotta just go with the flow, seems like they've been tipped by someone who said we weren't who we said we were."
I point out at some stuff on the memorial and she looks at it like I'm tellin' her the history. We'll come back here someday so I can really take her on a tour.
"You wanna go slower with that one again?"
"When I was still under I could hear what they were saying."
"You could?! Why couldn't, I?"
"Dunno, might have somethin' to do with why I could hear you in my coma."
"Maybe, so what did you hear?"
"Well I heard that Gerard dude say somethin' like his boss owes him ten grand ‘cause someone said we were fakin'."
"How can we get a message back to Willow?"
"I dunno, the gang were all so skittish about us doin' anything that might blow our cover. We'll think of somethin', though."
She nods.
"We should be gettin' back. I love you, baby. Can I tell you somethin'?"
She nods again.
"I'm fuckin' scared, we might have gotten way over our heads. I'll keep my cool though. I'm glad you're here with me."
No, I'm not!! She was right, I should have gotten Vi to do a Buffy glamour. I don't wanna get her killed.
"Me too, honey. The not knowing who or why or what we're looking for is really getting to me, but I'm glad we can be strong for each other."
"Sorry I treated you like a cocksucker when we were in the room."
"My only wish was that it was you I was doing that to and we weren't being watched."
"I know."
"I have a question before we go back."
"Shoot."
"Did you really say that stuff about me to Kennedy?"
"What stuff?
"The stuff about us being together forever."
"Yeah, ‘o course."
"When?"
I think back to that time, we were at the mall waitin' for B and Will to get done in some store, I forget which one, but it wasn't no lingerie or clothin' store, ‘cause those I don't mind goin' into. I think it was a card store, they were lookin' to get somethin' for Xand's birthday.
I usually just buy him a stripper, ‘cause I care enough to send the very best.
Kiddin', I just get a blank card and write somethin' from the heart. It works out well once I get over the stupid feelin' like I don't matter and he wouldn't care what I wrote. He often tears up when he reads what I write.
Anyway, me and Ken were waitin' outside, just watchin' the people. We were leanin' up against the rail and Ken noticed an old couple, they must have been in their 80's and asked if I could see me and Buffy bein' together for that long.
At first I blew it off and made a joke about knowin' them and she was a prostitute who picked up guys her age. But it got me thinkin' and when I really thought about it I had to say yes, yes I could see me and B bein' that old and still bein' together.
Buffy's hand on my arm breaks me out of my thoughts.
"We were at the mall, about a year and a half ago, I think you and Will were gettin' a card for Xander or Giles, or save a tree day."
She slaps my arm.
I laugh.
"And she asked me if I thought we'd be together forever, and I said yes."
"Good, I'm glad you think so, too."
She leans in and closes her eyes, I give her a lovin' kiss.
"Let's go." She says as we break the kiss.
I call Julian back and get him to pull the car around. I tell him to take us to the restaurant. It's a steakhouse.
Shoulda known, Ken does like most of the same things I do. I guess it would make sense that if me and B didn't work out, Ken would be sorta like a substitute for me. But like a really watered down one.
Don't get me wrong, I like Ken, she's a good friend, but there's only one Faith, baby.
Accept no fuckin' substitutes.
