Wow. And then some.
I almost want to pinch myself, just to check that this is real. I can't though. I have in my arms a sleeping Buffy Summers... I could pinch her, just to check... but that could turn out to be a moment spoiler. I can also think of a thousand better ways to wake her other then pinching. Ten thousand better ways.
Man, this is `so' weird.
I have never, ever, woken up with someone like this. Have never wanted to. But here I am. And it feels really fucking... great? Awesome? Totally, wickedly, cool? Indescribable? Yeah, it's indescribable.
The fact that she's even here... that's kinda mind blowing. And the talking... mind blowing. And the sex... I have no mind left.
And the... `look at me falling asleep before I get the chance to reciprocate'... that's never happened before! Usually it's me that gets left high and dry and itching for release. I hope she doesn't mind... I was `really' tired. And `really' sated.
Hell yeah!
I'm sure I had plans for go slow... maybe sensual... definitely time taking... lasts the whole night long sex. Not that I'm complaining. No complaints here. None. But she got all eager again... who would've known? Maybe I'll have to restrain her next time... that way has many possibilities... all tied up and at my mercy...Mmmmm.
Can I wake her now?
I lift the cover a little to peek at what's below... naked Buffy... wait! ... I spy little white panties... she didn't even get naked? Man, I'm slipping. I know I was getting her naked... but yes, of course... eager!
I can see goose bumps raising on her skin from the cool morning air, I should put the sheet back down... I know I should... but I don't wanna. The view is really quite captivating. I could stay all day just looking... But I'm not gonna.
Look but don't touch isn't anything I need to remember no more.
`Want. Take. Have.'
That's something I thought I'd left in my past. Buried in my past. But now... at this second... it's getting more and more appealing. More like something I should re-associate myself with... re-familiarise myself with.
I'm definitely wanting her.
Should I take her?... It's not even a decision.
My body is already moving.
I'm rolling her from her side, against me... to on her back, under me. Such a casual movement... so easy to perform. She doesn't even stir... slayer senses? Whatever.
My arms are free now, and I can lift myself a little. I can feel every single spot that our skin is touching. Our feet. Our legs. Our stomachs. And god... I am so pissed I didn't remove the panties, cos that's where I want to feel contact. Where I need to feel contact.
Even so, I start a little rhythm... a little tease. For my benefit really. She is still sleeping. I can feel the friction on my clit, still tender and ready from just a few hours ago... I grind just a little harder... it feels so good. I can feel myself already getting wet... and in my head I can imagine her getting wet... her sweet little pussy making itself ready for me... it's enough to make me want to hump away like this until I cum... I wonder if she'd sleep through that... or would she wake and fall into rhythm with me...?
It would be so easy. I am so ready.
I lean down and kiss her softly... bringing our breasts into contact as well... god, I want this... I'd swear I `need' it.
I want her to wake up. I want her to wake up and join me.
"Bufffffyyyyy...?"
I whisper in her ear in a sing song way.
"Wakey... wakey..."
I increase the pressure that I'm bearing down on her, it makes me buck a little... I really am still tender and ready... my clit still feels fully engorged... like it was waiting for morning, like it knew there was more to come.
She's stirring. Just a bit. Her brow creasing. A low moan emitting from her throat. Passing across her lips. Her beautiful lips. Lips I want to kiss.
I take my kiss. I have my kiss.
She's so slow to respond... and it's hard not to just ravish her. But I don't, because I want her to wake up and join me... not wake up when it's almost over for me.
I can feel the sweat starting to appear across my skin. The anticipation... the wanting... the restraint... it's all making me so hot.
"Buffy... B... wake up..."
"Hmmmm..."
Her eyelids are fluttering. But that's not the best bit.
She's even starting to smile... but that's not the best bit either.
The fact that her hips are starting to move with mine... that's the best bit.
"Morning sleepy."
I lean down to kiss her again, and this time she does respond... lips parting... mouth inviting. The second my tongue touches hers I want to moan... I increase the pressure of my grinding even further... anything to make this more. I am so fucking hot for her.
"Hmmmm, Faith."
Yep. That's me... in the flesh... and so fucking horny.
Her eyes are open and she's right here with me. I don't have to worry about my level of lust for her... because I can see it reflected right back at me. Shining there for me to see.
"I want you, B... I want to have you..."
She doesn't answer. She doesn't need to.
Her arms go up around my neck and she pulls me tight against her. Tighter against her.
The synchronicity is perfect. Hips rising and falling with perfect timing.
I know that flesh isn't touching flesh in `all' the right places... but it doesn't matter. All I can focus on is the friction... it's driving me crazy... I'm so close already... and I don't think I `can' wait... I don't think I want to.
"Jeez B...I'm gonna... I can't wait... I'm ready..."
Her hands leave my neck, they travel down my back and grab onto my ass. She pulls me so hard against her... I feel like I'm crushing her... driving her hard into the bed... the pressure on my clit just one long constant...
I don't think about anything else. I can't.
I cum so quick... I think I scream again...
It feels like the moment's lasting so long. She's raising her hips hard into mine still, prolonging the pleasure... and then she's moaning... and I can feel her tensing underneath me... she's wanting release too...
"Yeah B... that's it..."
I urge her with my words... I whisper into her ear... I suck hard upon her neck...
I think that's what does it for her... the neck... cos she really loses it then. Her fingers are gonna leave bruises on my ass, I know it... she's pulling so hard, keeping me prisoner... forcing me to go how she wants... making sure I'm hitting her just where she needs it...
She cries out as she finds her orgasm... it sounds great... I cry out too, cos I'm above her... I'm watching her face... feeling her body... and I have to cry out.
This is so intense.
We lay there for a minute... catching our breath... me uttering words of love. Can I say this is my favourite morning ever?
"Hey Buffy...?"
"Hmmmm."
Hmmmm? I thought she liked to chat afterwards? She sure wouldn't shut up last night.
"Oi... wake up."
"Na-uh... sleepy..."
"You just been sleeping... come on... wake up... for me?"
She smiles a little at that. Then she opens her eyes.
"I'm awake... for you... now what's so important?"
"This... it's my favourite morning ever... I wanted to share..."
"And it couldn't still be your favourite morning in half an hour... maybe after I'd snoozed some more?"
"That hurts, B."
Well it might if she wasn't smiling quite so much.
"It's my bestest morning as well... totally the best."
"You wanna make it better?"
I think of all the ways I could make it better. I think about taking off her panties and making it so much better.
"You mean it gets `better' then this?"
I don't answer her with words. I answer her with the force of my kiss.
And her panties do come off, and we set about making my favourite morning ever, my favourite day ever.
Buffy's Pov
I can't open my eyes.
Well it's not that I can't... sure I can, it's simple... just the lifting of eyelids, and there ya have it... open eyes. But I `can't' open mine.
Every time today that I have opened my eyes, she has been right there looking back at me, and once my eyes rest on her... that's it... I'm done for. Or she's done for. Maybe we're both done for. It goes like this...
"Whatcha looking at, B?"
"You, Faith."
"You like what ya see...?"
"Oh yes, I like a lot."
"You wanna show me how much?"
"I'm `gonna' show ya how much..."
And so it goes on.
So I can't open my eyes. Not right now. I `know' that her eyes are on me waiting... I can feel them all over me... there's not a part of me that I can't feel her on. It's making me smile.
"Whatcha smiling at, B?"
Oh god... she has found a variation. I thought I was safe. All day with the eyes... and now she's gonna start on the smile. I thought I was safe with the smiling.
"I'm not smiling... it may `look' like a smile... the corners of my mouth may have moved up like a smile... but it's not a real smile. I'm just... uh... exercising my mouth."
"You want me to make ya smile for real?... give that mouth some proper exercise?"
Oh you `know' I want that.
But I also need to eat. To drink. To do all the other things that normally seem so important but have fallen by the wayside today. I'll mention it... but I'm still keeping my eyes shut.
"Uh... Faith... is there any chance of food and drink... cos I'm hungry... and thirsty..."
"Why ya got your eyes screwed up, B?"
"You know why!" And she does... she knows that if I look, I'm gonna have to have.
"Food... are ya gonna feed me?"
"If ya look at me I'll feed ya... that seems like a fair deal."
No it doesn't. It seems like a dumb deal.
"How about you feed me... then I look at you. I'll look at you lots, definitely lots of looking... but I really need to eat, Faith. Withholding food is just... wrong!"
She's gone all quiet. I can feel her moving next to me, and I `so' want to peep... but I can't. Because I really need to eat.
"What ya doing, Faith?"
No answer. But I can feel her moving again.
She's running her fingers ever so lightly up the insides of my thighs. I raise my hips without even meaning to.
"I'm hungry, B."
I don't think she's talking about food. Maybe I should tell her that I'll still be here after we've had some snacks. That we can stay in bed as long as she wants... forever if she wants... but I still need to eat.
"I'm hungry, Faith... hence the need to eat... `food'... I have the need to eat food."
She's moving again... going for food?
"That's nice, B... I have a need to eat, too."
She must think I'm stupid.
She's spreading my thighs now... blowing cooling air on my hot pussy. And it is hot. She has fucked me so many times today... with her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, her thumbs...
Sometimes slow... making love to me... touching me so deep inside that I never want her to leave.
Sometimes hard... so fucking hard. She touches me deep then as well... a different kind of deep though... either way I scream for her not to stop.
Then I end up screaming for her `to' stop.
God I want her.
The cool air feels so nice. Like a tease... just a whisper of a caress.
My eyes are still shut... I still think I might be able to win this... really I do.
"Do you know what I'm hungry for, B?"
Pizza... nachos... burgers... pasta...
"Uh... no."
"You sure about that?"
She stops the blowing. It had stopped working anyway... I don't think my pussy wants to cool down... I think it wants the same thing she wants.
"No."
The fact I have my eyes closed is making me crazy with anticipation. I know what's coming. I know that any minute Faith is going to be eating me... again... but I don't know exactly when... and that's just making me crazy.
"Shall I show you what I'm hungry for?"
And this is it... I can mention food again, I can kill the moment... or I can give in. Forget food. Forget everything except Faith.
I don't answer... I raise my hips. Searching for contact... wanting to feed her.
Maybe that's not what she meant though, because she's pushing my hips down hard into the bed... her hands either side, holding fast.
"I asked a question B... shall I show you what I'm hungry for."
And I thought I had answered.
"Yes Faith... show me..."
That came out all breathy. Like I was never thinking about food in the first place... and I was. I was definitely thinking about food.
She's still holding me tight... no contact.
"Open your eyes, B... I can't show you anything with your eyes shut."
A fair point. But I had my eyes shut for a reason... although with that reason gone, I guess the eyes can open now.
I open them slowly. The rooms a bit of a blur at first, I'd had them so tightly shut that I think I messed up my vision... and look it's starting to get dusky outside... so yes, a whole day in bed, no food... is it a wonder I'm hungry?
"That's better... `now' I can show you."
I look down at her... between my legs, and I lose my appetite for food. I said that, that would happen if I opened my eyes.
She takes her hands off of my hips and spreads my thighs... really wide. Wide so that both my knees are touching the bed... wide so that I'm open for her... ready for her.
"You see this, B?..."
She's running a finger the length of my slit... really gently. Her eyes are flicking between looking at her hand and looking at me. My eyes are flicking the same way. I'm raised up on my elbows because I like watching this. I've watched this already today... lots... but I'm not finished watching yet.
"... `this' is what I'm hungry for."
She slides that finger straight up inside of me. It's almost painful. I said she fucked me lots today... and I wasn't joking. I also said she fucked me hard... I meant really fucking hard. Now I'm sore all over.
My insides feel like they're swollen. Like they're grabbing on to that one little finger and trying to hold it in place... trying to not let it move, just in case she hurts me some.
I think I must wince a little because she's sliding the finger out again... ever so gently.
"You ok, B? You need me to stop?"
The tenderness in her voice is amazing. That same voice that has cursed with words that I'd barely be able to say for much of the day... telling me what she wants and where and how... and all in such colourful language. I never knew I'd find that such a turn on.
"Just a little sore..." Which I am. But even so.
"...I don't want you to stop though, Faith... just be gentle, yeah?"
She stops what she's doing completely and leans up to kiss me. She takes my mouth slowly... luxuriously... my mouth is sore too.
"I'll be gentle, B... I promise."
And she's gone again. And she's blowing again.
Such cool air. So sweet.
There's no urgency when her mouth finally touches me. It's not like any other time that she's done this today. It's different.
It's like she's kissing me the same way she just kissed my mouth.
Long slow strokes. No searching out my clit... no quick flicks of tongues... just a long slow kiss. It feels like heaven... no, that's wrong... it feels `better' then heaven.
She pulls away and blows again. That really does feel so good.
"Is that ok, am I hurting you?"
"Not hurting... so not hurting."
She smiles one of those special smiles at that. One of those smiles that makes you have to love her. Makes `me' have to love her.
She's testing me with her finger again. I feel so tight. Swollen shut.
"Do you want me inside you, B?"
Always.
"Slowly..."
And she does go slow. So agonisingly slow... but it's all I can take. No backwards and forwards... no in and out. Just in.
In me.
I moan a little as she comes to rest against my tender, swollen, but `oh so very much alive' sweet spot. She's not stimulating me really... she doesn't need to. I've cum so many times today like this, with her touching me there, like that... that I don't need her to stimulate me anymore. I'm almost cumming again from just that one finger touching me.
She keeps looking up to check that I'm ok. That it's not become too much. She keeps looking down as well. I know why. When I'm inside her I have to look... it looks like the best thing in the world. My hand inside Faith's pussy. Faith's hand inside my pussy. It `is' the best thing in the world.
She brings her mouth down again... raining soft kisses all over my clit. Gently sucking it into her mouth. Barley pressure... barely there.
I moan a little louder.
Her eyes search mine... my eyes lock onto hers.
Her finger is inside my pussy, my clit is inside her mouth, her eyes are holding me prisoner.
She starts the slowest rhythm. Still no pressure.
Just sucking a little harder every now and then... and with each suck of her mouth she presses her finger against my front wall.
I'm cumming and she knows I am. It's not a screaming loud, frantic fuck of an orgasm.
It's a long continuous intensely hot outpouring of orgasm. It's my body reacting with everything it has left. It's beautiful.
She just keeps on eating me, keeps on looking at me... gentle, gentle, always gentle.
I go until I can't anymore. Every last ounce of juice has been expelled... she has taken it all. Everything is hers.
There's no final scream. No need to let her know I'm done. She knows.
She slides the finger out, I think I must wince again, because that concerned look is there.
"I hurt you... you should of said no, B... I didn't want to hurt you."
Silly girl.
"You didn't hurt me, Faith... I'm sore, yes... but you didn't hurt me... that was..."
What was it again?
"...it was beautiful. It was perfect..."
And now she's up the bed and kissing my lips again. I'm sore all over. Can she kiss me all over?
"You know I love you, right?"
I've never been surer.
"Of course I know you love me. And I love you, Faith."
"No... I `really' love you."
"Uh... I `really' love you too
She's looking at me like she wants to explain, but doesn't know the words... and I know what she means... because I feel it too, but I can't explain it... I `really' love her... Hmmmm... how to break that down... maybe I can just tell her I know what she means without trying to explain what it is that we're meaning.
"I know what you mean, Faith... I mean it, I `really' know what you mean. I mean it too. We both mean it."
"What...?"
Too much meaning without any meaning. She looks pretty darn confused now.
"Uh... I `really' love you."
That raises a giggle. I guess my explanation wasn't the best.
"You still hungry?"
Oh god. What's she asking now? I mean I still want her... but surely I can have a little break? Maybe just ten minutes to let the slayer healing kick in... ease a bit of soreness.
She must catch my worried look.
"Jeez Buffy... not that kinda hungry! Although..."
She's running them fingertips up the insides of thighs again... AND again my hips are raising. I would shout at them to stop if I thought they would listen.
"... I could get that kinda hungry, looking at you there like that... all spent and totally wasted... probably don't even have the energy to beg me to stop..."
I swear I'm in hell. Or heaven. Or where the heck am I?
It feels so good... but I can't. Really I can't.
"... I could just keep fucking you Buffy... and you know you'd just keep cumming... over and over..."
Would I?
Probably.
"...I'd keep tasting you, eating you..."
I think I'm cumming!
"Faith! Stop!"
That came out a little harshly maybe. But oh my god! No more. Not yet.
"Hey... you started it... I asked if you were hungry, you got all bedroom eyes on me!"
Bedroom eyes? I never! Although if my eyes were open and I was looking at Faith... maybe I had bedroom eyes.
"Well now I've got kitchen eyes... I need food."
Am thinking about doing closed eyes again. Could be the only way we eat.
Food! Yes... eat food. All other eating with the eyes open.
"Don't start with the screwy eyes again, B... I won't touch, promise."
I was only thinking about closing them.
And maybe I was worried about 'me' touching.
"No screwy eyes... now food."
"Technically it's your turn to go, B"
My turn? There's turns? And I haven't eaten since I got here... how can it be my turn?
"My turn? I'm a guest... I can't have a turn..."
"Aww Buffy... go and get the food... I'll keep the bed warm."
And she does look great in the bed... looks really great... my eyes are travelling the length of greatness... I could lean over and just touch that greatness...
And I'm off the bed with my eyes shut tight in an instant.
And she's laughing at me.
"You said `no screwy eyes', B. You forget already?"
Damn her greatness!
I'm getting food.
"I'll get the food... and my eyes aren't screwy... they're resting. They're very tired eyes."
"Whatever, B... I'm looking at your ass... that just looks tasty. Better hurry with the food... I might have ta jump ya."
Jump my ass? Tasty ass? Who's hungry?
I think I'm gonna risk a peek. I wanna see Faith, hungry for my ass.
And boy she does look hungry. Now I'm really hungry.
"Jump me?"
I'm not really asking her to explain... I'm asking her to jump me.
"Jump ya, B... ya know? Set to rimming that pretty little ass of yours... now food, before I just might have to."
Ever heard of weak kneed? I'm weak kneed.
You mean there's more places she can put that tongue of hers?
"Uh... rim my ass?"
Is that the polite way to ask?
"Do I have to explain everything? You `have' been undereducated. Rim it, B... tongue it... slide my tongue right up there... you get?"
Yes please.
"I get..."
"Good... now food, cos I'm tempting myself here."
"...food? I get food?"
I thought I was getting rimming?
"That's the plan, B... then we'll set about the rimming."
She's wiggling those eyebrows... all hotness. I need to not be looking.
I turn to leave the room... and yes, I give my ass a little wiggle as I go.
I don't want her to forget.
"That's it, B... work it for me..."
She throws in a whistle for good measure... I don't think she'll forget. Maybe I should walk into the room backwards when I return? Just in case.
Once I get out of the room I straighten up and remember I'm not too sure where there is a kitchen. But it's a hotel so there must be one... downstairs. A naked scavenger hunt. Do I win a prize... can I choose my prize.
It's a bit chilled without any clothes, but I can't get clothes because I want Faith to remember.
The kitchen is more cold. I'm chattering non stop to myself to keep my mind off of it... inane banter with myself. Crazy, crazy Buffy.
I don't feel the tingle till the last second. I have just enough time to smile because Faith has come to join me... she couldn't wait... she's hungry for my ass...
"My ass must be tasty, Faith... ya just couldn't wa..."
I'm turning as I speak. And I know! That second as I turn I know it's not her tingle... if I hadn't been chatting to self I would've known sooner.
"...ANGEL!"
Oh my god.
This is so not the time and place I would want to see Angel.
And I'm naked.
"Uh... Buffy."
He's trying not to look at me. I'm trying not to die on the spot.
"Uh... Angel... fancy seeing you here... in the kitchen... your kitchen I guess, is it still your kitchen?... I... Uh..."
I know no amount of babbling will cover my naked flesh.
"Yeah, it's still uh... my kitchen... I uh... I came to see Faith... I didn't know you was here."
Well ya got to see a whole lot of Buffy. Oh yep.
I grab a tea towel and try to cover up. It's times like this that it's good to be small.
"Right... I'll go get Faith. Yep... gonna go get her... right now, leaving, getting Faith."
I ease my way round him, trying to keep covered. This is a nightmare.
A really bad and horrible nightmare.
I speed up the stairs and back to the room. I forget to go in backwards. I forget about my ass.
"That was quick, B... where's the food..."
She looks so confused. Try being me.
"... and what's with the towel?"
"Angel..."
It comes out a bit strangled. I think I might be in shock.
"Soulboy?... what about him?"
"Here... in the kitchen..."
And I swear if that huge grin on her face turns into a laugh, I will kill her.
"You're shitting me, B? And he saw ya like that?... damn! That dude must feel lucky!"
"Faith!"
My tone says it all. The smile is gone... she looks contrite.
"Sorry Buffy... it's just... ya know?..."
"No... I don't know. I just know that my ex-boyfriend just saw me naked in my new girlfriends kitchen... although it's actually his kitchen... and should I call Jerry now?"
"I'd have to catch ya at it, with him, to get on Jerry Springer, B."
She's really not helping.
"Faith... can we cut the comedy. It was horrid, ok? I'm scarred... he's probably scarred... and now I have to get dressed and go and see him again."
I don't think I'll be kissing `hello's' this time.
"Well this is fun. We can get all cosy..."
"Do not dare say `swap notes'."
"I wasn't going to. Jeez... calm it, B. It'll be fine... get dressed... we can go down, and we can tell him I'm coming home with you. Ok?"
Well as she put it like that...
"Ok... you go first though. I need some time to find my dignity."
"Hurry, B... left too long... I might just flash him!"
I glare. It is a glare that all professional glarers would be proud of.
She throws on her shorts and vest again. If only I'd done that.
A quick kiss finds it's way to my lips as she leaves.
I guess this must be weird for her too. My ex and me naked and her here and us there and all day in the bed and now here and Arghhhh.
I find a few scraps of dignity on the floor in the corner. Luckily I find my clothes as well.
This is so not my idea of fun. I only wanted food. And the rimming...
Darn Angel!
And Darn him again.
If he wasn't already cursed... I'd sure be cursing him about now.
Faith's Pov
I'm trying really darn hard to wipe this smile from my face... I know it's
`not' funny. Buffy getting caught naked by Angel... not funny!
I think I should consider taking a stake with me... after all a naked Buffy
is pretty damn hot... definitely inspires a lot of moments of perfect happiness
in me. What if the big guy has gone losing his soul. Could happen.
He's waiting for me down by the front desk. He looks ok.
"Hello Faith."
"Hey... Angel?"
Now he looks at me odd.
"Who else would I be?"
"Doesn`t matter..." I guess we're safe.
"... not important."
"Right."
I can feel the start of an awkward silence. I can't be bothered with awkward
silences.
I pop myself up on the desk, and stretch myself up. I ache in a few places...
possibly lots of places. But it's a nice ache. An ache that says I spent
the day in bed with a rampant slayer.
If I lick my lips I can still taste her there.
I wanna keep licking my lips, but that could start to look strange.
If I raise my hand to my face I can still smell her on my fingers.
I do raise my hand, and inhale. Not obviously, I do it all sneaky... and
yep... the aroma is intoxicating.
Buffy.
Angel's now looking at me kinda strange... his nostrils are flaring... and
oh man! That's kinda gross... I just know he can smell what I'm smelling.
Makes me put my hand down in a hurry, that's for sure.
"So what ya doing here then...? Ya come to cop an eyeful?"
Oh he squirms. The big cool vamp guy squirms!
"I didn't know Buffy was here... I came to see you."
"You wanna cop an eyeful of me?"
"NO! I came to talk to you."
Too easy.
"Just messing with ya Angel... calm down. So what ya wanna talk about?"
"You know what I want to talk about Faith, my offer still stands...
I want you to think about staying in LA."
"I told ya, I'm going home."
"But have you thought it through? The Hellmouth is closed, there's
no need to stay in Sunnydale. LA could use a slayer."
"Well, it can take it's pick from all the other slayers then, can't
it?"
I'm not staying. No way.
"Is this because of Buffy?"
"That's a factor."
"So it is serious then?"
"Damn right it's serious... what did ya think? I was just using her
to get my rocks off?"
"No Faith, It's just... the other day you didn't seem so keen to talk
about Buffy, had come here to get away, now it's serious. What happens if
things go wrong?"
Well he's the original bringer of good tidings isn't he?
"If things go wrong...? Well... seeing as it's me, I figure I'd join
up with some major kick ass evil, go crazy and destroy the world... that
what ya meant?"
He's squirming again, but so what. He wants to question my sanity, I'll
give him the answers.
"No Faith. I meant that... you and Buffy have history. Not all good.
You're both capable of hurting each other... I don't wanna see either of
you get hurt. I don't want you to rush into something that could end up
causing you pain. Would it be so bad to stay in LA, to take the time to
build something with Buffy?"
Should I think about that?
I don't know. I never said I had all the answers. I just know how I feel.
"It feels like I've waited forever as it is, Angel. I want to be with
her... hell, I `need' to be with her."
"So you won't even consider it?"
"I did consider it. I considered it the whole time she wasn't here...
and do ya know what? I felt empty... spent the whole time praying that we
would work it out soon, so I didn't have to feel so empty."
I look up and Buffy's coming to join us. Angel looks a bit disappointed.
Wonder if it's because he hadn't finished grilling me, or because Buffy's
put some clothes on. I know which one I'd be most disappointed about.
"Angel... uh, hello?"
She's blushing. She looks hot when she's blushing. I want her.
"Buffy. Hello... good to see you."
"I'll bet it was!"
"Faith!"
Ooops. Didn't mean to say that out loud. B's shooting me daggers, Angel
just keeps looking down.
I flash a smile at Buffy, one of those smiles I know she likes. She can't
stay pissed at me... well I hope she can't.
She returns my smile. Disaster averted.
"So how are you?"
"I'm good thanks, Angel. Stopped another apocalypse."
"Willow came through with the magic ok then?"
"I never doubted it, she's one powerful Wicca girl. And the amulet
helped of course... thanks for that."
"Not a problem."
And now it goes quiet again. It is really awkward I guess.
"Look guys, love to stay and chat, but I'm wicked hungry... B, I'm
gonna throw some clothes on and head for pizza... what ya wanting?"
I'll leave them to have whatever conversation they need to have. See I'm
tactful and everything. I'm kinda impressed with myself.
"I'm wanting..." Oh I catch `that' look.
"...hmmm, whatever your having will be good. Thanks Faith."
"My pleasure B... and Angel, I'll catch up with you later, ok?"
"Call me before you leave. I hadn't finished."
A pointless call, but I guess I can do that.
"Whatever ya say."
I go upstairs and throw the clothes on. The room smells of sex. Hot sex.
I love it. I stand there for a minute just inhaling me and B. Makes me horny.
When I go back down, they've sat down and started talking. I'd like to listen
in, but I won't... I don't need to.
Also my tummy rumbling urges me to go for pizza, sooner, rather then later.
And I like to listen to my urges.
When I get back, there's no sign of Angel and Buffy, meaning I guess that
they had their little chit chat and he's gone home.
Can't say I'm not relieved, wasn't in the mood for more talking. I know
what I want to do, I know what I'm going to do... and I really don't need
Angel's permission to do it. I stayed out longer getting the pizza in the
hope that he would be gone.
I track down Buffy to the shower. I almost go to knock on the door before
I go in, kinda dumb when you think we've spent the whole day fucking, but
I'm still not used to it. I still want to pinch myself.
I go in and the rooms all steamy, smells of shampoo and soap... and my mind
can't help but wander to images of B naked... all wet... soaping herself...
Mmmmm
"Hey B, ya miss me?"
"That you Faith?"
How many other girl's she expecting?
She steps out the shower and wraps herself up in a towel. I watch every
movement. Eyes raking over her body, following all the stray little drops
of water. I want to lick her from head to toe. Slowly.
I move towards her, it feels like I'm being pulled.
"You're looking good there, B... good enough to..."
"Did ya get the pizza?"
"Huh?"
I was forgetting the pizza.
"The pizza you went out for... did you get it?"
What's wrong with her? I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything to deserve
harsh tones.
"Course I got it B, what's eating your ass?"
"Nothing... I'm fine. Totally fine."
She offers me this clipped little smile, doesn't even get close to her eyes...
not that she's looking at me.
I reach out with my hand... just graze her arm... feel the water still on
her... feel the electricity from the touch.
"Tell me what's wrong?"
"I said I'm fine, Faith."
She pulls away from my finger tips and heads for the door.
This doesn't feel like fine.
"Why doesn't this feel like fine, B?"
She stops and turns. Now she looks me straight in the eye.
"Can we not do this right now? I'm hungry, ok?"
"Right..." I can understand hungry... but what are we not doing
now?
"... but what's `this' Buffy?"
"I've just got stuff on my mind. We'll talk after dinner."
Great. More talking.
"You do realise I have no idea what's going on here, right?... I go
for pizza, everything's cool... I come back... everything's screwy..."
She holds out one of her hands... reaches to me.
"Everything's fine Faith, nothing`s `screwy'... just come and eat,
then we'll talk. No big."
Well I feel much better now, cos yeah... this feels like `no big'.
I follow her back to the room. The room that smells like me and B and a
whole lot of hot fucking. I wonder if the smell affects her as much as it
does me?
If I wasn't feeling slightly uneasy I'd ask her.
I do feel uneasy though. Just a feeling that something's not right.
In my mind all I can think about is Angel. I can't think what he would of
said to freak out Buffy... but what else could it be? He `must' have said
something.
Can't wait till after dinner. Can't wait to find out.
