Chapter 34: My Two a.m. Wakeup Call
‘Oh my God! What the hell is going on?’ Buffy thinks right after the doorbell wakes her up. She glances over at the alarm clock on her nightstand and just can’t believe that this is happening. ‘It’s two in the damn morning. Who the hell is coming over this late?’ She tries to go back to sleep, but then the bell goes off again. She sighs out of irritation and sits up in her bed. From the gap at the bottom of her door she can see that the hall light is one, which means her mother is already up and seeing who is downstairs.
Now that she’s awake the blonde is very curious about the mysterious visitor, so she gets up and heads down the stairs. She’s just in time to see her mother open the door. Before Buffy can ask who woke them up at this ungodly hour, a body falls into the foyer. The older blonde gasps and Buffy freezes. It only takes her six point three seconds to figure out who it is that’s lying on the hardwood floor, bleeding from their face and looking like they got run over by a Mac truck.
“Faith?” she says a lot louder then she intended. It only takes her seconds to run down the remaining stairs, and then she’s at Faith’s side. ‘What the hell happened to her? I told her not to go out tonight. I told her it was a bad idea. She probably got into a fight with some pig headed bastard at the Bronze. Some of those guys just don’t understand the meaning of the word no.’ “Faith, Faith can you hear me? Come on baby, open your eyes.”
“S-s-stop…” Faith tries to say, but not all of it would come out. Most of her face is swollen and it’s making talking very difficult. “S-stop yelling, B. I’m right…right here. You don’t gotta yell.” She slowly opens her brown eyes, pupils large from the lack of light. The blonde can’t tell if Faith is concussed or not and it’s now one of her main concerns. Faith’s eyelids are only half open and Buffy has a feeling that’s all the brunette can manage right now.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” she asks her voice full of concern and she’s trying so hard not to cry. Faith opens her mouth to speak but before she can she starts coughing. She turns her head to the side and more of the warm, sticky blood oozes from her mouth. ‘That means internal bleeding, right? When you cough up blood it means there’s something wrong with your insides. At least I think. Why didn’t I may attention in Bio last year?’
“Buffy, help me get her into the bathroom,” Joyce says, her tone is that of concern, but her voice is even. Even though it’s hard to see this she can’t panic or it’ll just make everything worst. She has to be in charge right now, she has to be the mom yet again. She looks over at her daughter and sees that she’s on the brink of losing it. She reaches out and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Buffy, we need to get her to the bathroom so we can get her a little patched up. Then I need you to call Faith’s house so I can talk to her parents.”
“I don’t know the number to her house. I only have her cell phone number.” Buffy gently lays a hand on one of Faith’s swollen, bruised cheeks and slightly turns her head so she’s looking into her eyes. “Faith, I need to call your foster mom and tell her where you are. What’s the number to your house?” The brunette doesn’t respond, so Buffy tries again, a little louder this time. “Faith, what’s the number to your house? We need to call your foster mom.”
“No,” she says and shakes her head. “No, don’t call her.” She slowly gets to her feet and is able to remain standing. Now that she’s had some time to rest she feels a little stronger. The only real problem is going to be talking since her face has been beaten very badly. “Don’t call her I’ll be fine.” She uses the back of her arm to wipe the blood away from her mouth. She tries to take a step towards the stairs to go to the bathroom but the pain in her ribs forces her to stop and wince.
“Faith, we need to get you to a hospital. You might have a concussion and I’d guess a broken rib or two,” Joyce says and very gently strokes the side of Faith’s head. The younger girl isn’t put off by it, she doesn’t cower away from it, and she doesn’t want it to stop. What Joyce is doing to her is just such a mom thing to do, and she just wants to enjoy all the motherly love she can. There’s nothing like getting the crap kick out of you to make you realize how much you miss your mommy.
The three women make their way up the stairs. Buffy tries to support as much of Faith’s weight as possible, but it’s a little difficult since she can’t stop shaking. They go into the bathroom and Buffy is shaking so bad that she has to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. Seeing her lover like this is hard. Her once pretty face is littered with bruises and cut marks. It’s swollen and barely recognizable. ‘Why would someone do this to her? I just don’t understand it. What did she do that was so bad?’
With Faith’s permission Joyce grabs the hem of the black Godsmack t-shirt and very slowly lifts it up. Buffy tries not to blush at all of the good memories that are running through her mind now at the sight of her lover’s semi-exposed upper half. ‘I shouldn’t be thinking that stuff right now. She’s hurt and in pain and all I can think about is what it was like to feel those soft breasts in my hands. Ok, I really shouldn’t be thinking like that with Mom in the room. It’s just weird.’
“I know this is probably unnecessary, but I need you to tell me if this hurts,” Joyce says in a very gentle voice. Then she reaches out and gently touches the darkest spot on Faith’s ribcage. The brunette winces and holds back a scream. She’s broken a bone before but it didn’t feel anything like this. Faith tries to pull away from the woman causing her even more pain, and that’s when Joyce backs off. “It’s ok, Faith. I won’t touch it again. I just needed to know how bad it is.” She opens up the cupboard under the sink and pulls out some gauze and bandages.
“Here Mom, let me do that,” Buffy says and gets up off the tub. She doesn’t know why but the thought of her mother touching Faith right now is very upsetting. ‘No, not just Mom, I don’t want anyone else to touch her. God what is wrong with me? I’m probably just freaked out by this whole thing,’ she thinks and takes the stuff from her mother. Buffy gets a clean washcloth out from under the sink and runs some warm water on it. Then she kneels down in front of Faith.
“This is going to hurt a little bit,” she says and starts to clean the drying blood off of Faith’s face. The slightly younger girl doesn’t move, but she winces in pain at very touch. The blonde has tears running down her face by the time she finishes cleaning off the blonde. She doesn’t draw attention to it though. She simply wipes at her eyes every time the tears blur her vision too much. “I’m almost done, sweetie, I’m sorry it hurts so much.” The rest of her words are cut off when Faith puts a hand on Buffy’s cheek.
The blonde looks into the dark brown eyes that are both swollen and bruised. But right now she doesn’t see any bruises, or swollen skin. She only sees Faith and the look in her eyes is breaking Buffy’s heart. There’s so much pain and regret and Buffy wants to just take the brunette in her arms and kiss it all better. But she knows she can’t do that. She quickly unwraps a bandage and gently puts it across the cut on Faith’s cheek. She picks up the ace bandage and looks a little lost. She’s never wrapped anybody’s ribs before and she has no idea what to do.
“I’ll do that sweetie,” Joyce says and steps forward. She had been watching from the corner of the room, and seeing her daughter being so gentle and loving just reassures her that she’s done a good job raising her daughters. “Why don’t you go put some older sheets on your bed? The one with the nail polish stain will do fine.” Buffy gives her mom a strange look but does what she’s told. She goes to the linen closet in the hallway and pulls out the old sheets. ‘I guess she doesn’t want my new ones getting all bloody,’ she thinks and looks up when she hears a door open.
“What’s going on in there?” Dawn asks in a whisper so her mother won’t hear her. Buffy doesn’t answer her with words. She motions Dawn to follow her and they go into the blonde’s bedroom. She turns on her lamp on the nightstand and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Buffy what happened to Faith? Is she going to be ok? How bad was she hurt?” The older sister shrugs her shoulders and wills herself not to cry.
“I don’t know, Dawnie. She hasn’t said anything about what happened. Mom thinks she has a broken rib, but other then that it’s just black eyes and bruises. Someone beat her up, but she won’t tell me who.” The brunette looks a little confused but Buffy doesn’t ask why. ‘If Dawn really wants to know then she’ll ask. I know she’s going to anyway,’ she thinks and strips the bed of the blankets and sheets. Dawn helps out a little, but she’s too distracted by whatever is going on in her mind.
“But I thought Faith was really strong, and tough? I mean, she beat up that Percy guy really bad when he hit you at a school dance. That’s what Janice told me.” Buffy’s eyes go wide with fear and shock. “What is it? What’s wrong?” She drops the unfolded sheets onto the blanket and starts walking towards the door.
“Will you finish changing the sheets please? I need to go talk to Faith really quick.” She rushes across the hallway and doesn’t bother with knocking before she opens the door. What she sees makes her stop in her tracks and all she can do is watch. She sees her mother sitting on the floor leaning up against the bathtub, and she’s cradling Faith in her arms as if she were a small child. Faith is crying her eyes out, sobbing so hard that her entire body is shaking from them. She knows that Faith wouldn’t want to be seen like this so she quickly backs out of the room and shuts the door.
She waits a little impatiently in her bedroom for forty-five minutes before she hears the door open. She looks up and sees her mom helping Faith walk into the room. ‘She must feel so weak. I know she hates not being able to do things by herself. This has got to really suck for her. Then again she’s still a little drunk so she probably doesn’t really care right now,’ she thinks and jumps up and helps the brunette walk over to her bed. She sits her down and doesn’t quite know what to do.
“Faith, I really need to call your parents and let them know where you are,” Joyce says and gently strokes the side of the broken girl’s head. Faith shakes her head no, and the other gives out a long sigh. She takes a step back and watches as her daughter sits as close to Faith as possible without actually touching her. “Is there anyone else I can call, your brother maybe?” The two blondes watch as Faith thinks about it. Then the brunette nods her head yes and lies back on the bed.
“Here,” she pulls her cell phone and drops it on the bed. “He’s in room number three.” Buffy picks up the phone and turns it on. She starts scrolling through the numbers until she finds the one for the motel her brother is staying in. She hits send and then hands the phone over to her mother. ‘Her brother doesn’t like me. He’ll probably get pissed if I’m the one waking him up this late.’ She watches her mom leave the room and when the door is closed she instantly turns to Faith.
“Faith, I know you’re in pain, but we need to talk about this,” Buffy says and lies down next to the brunette. “Who did this to you? What happened tonight while you were out with your friends?” Faith makes a little grunt noise and then closes her eyes. Buffy gently touches the other girl’s cheek and her brown eyes fly open and she winces in pain. The blonde gives her a sympathetic look. “I thought you were just having a couple drinks? What changed?” Listens to make sure her mother isn’t about to walk in the room but she doesn’t hear anything.
“I can have a drink if I want one,” Faith mumbles and she sounds mad. “Just ‘cause we’re dating it doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do. I can have a drink if I can have a drink.” ‘Great, and now she’s not making much sense. I guess that’s what happens when you get drunk. Wait a second.’
“You got drunk because I said I didn’t want you drinking?” she asks, and there is anger in her voice. “So what, you got drunk and then picked a fight at the Bronze?” Faith shakes her head no and she tries to sit up. “No, baby, don’t get up. You need to lie still or you might hurt your ribs even more.” Even her anger at the brunette can’t stop her concern, and the love she has for her.
“The Bronze was closed so we went to the beach. I walked back ‘cause I had to see you. I don’t wanna fight. I don’t like fighting with you. You’re my baby B.” She giggles a little bit after she says that, but then stops because of the pain. “Then I ran into a dick wad, and I was gonna make him pay.” All the talking is starting to get to her and she starts coughing. She grabs her at her ribs and Buffy tries to comfort her, but she’s too afraid to touch her.
“Faith, who’s the dick wad? Who did she try to fight?” She has an idea, and she’s praying that she’s wrong. ‘Faith wouldn’t act that stupid, right? Then again she is drunk so anything is possible.’ She watches as Faith’s eyes close, and then flutter open. ‘I hope she doesn’t have a concussion. Concussions can kill people right? Or they can put them in comas, or cause permanent brain damage? Why didn’t I pay attention in health class?’
“Baby I tried to get him back. But I’ll try again. Nobody hurts my girl and gets away with it.” ‘Oh my God, she tried to beat up Percy? Is she psychotic? No, she’s just drunk. See, this is why I didn’t want her going out and drinking with her friends. I knew something like this was going to happen. Before the blonde can say anything, her mother walks into the room, interrupting their moment and making the blonde slightly irritated.
“Your brother isn’t at the motel, I left a message with the desk clerk, but there’s no telling when he’ll get back.” Buffy looks down at her hand when she feels something move. She smiles one of those little half smiles when she sees Faith trying to be sneaky about holding her hand. ‘Even when she’s drunk and beat to hell she’s still really sweet,’ she thinks and then looks into the brunette’s eyes.
“Faith we need to get you to the hospital.” When the brunette starts to protest the older woman’s maternal instincts kick in. ‘Uh oh, she did it now,’ Buffy thinks and glances over at Faith with a little bit of fear, and a lot of sympathy in her eyes. “Faith, you are going to the hospital and you are going to get checked out by a doctor and that’s final. Do you understand me?” When Faith doesn’t respond Joyce steps forward with her hands on her hips, and a look of steel in her eyes. “I said: do you understand me?” Her tone is stern but not harsh.
“Yes ma’am,” Faith says and holds onto Buffy’s hand a little tighter then before. Buffy smiles a little bit. ‘Aw, she’s afraid of my mom. Well she should be. Mom can be damn scary when she wants to be and she knows it.’ “Are we leaving right now? I just wanna sit and sit with B.” ‘Awww, she’s so damn sweet. Wait, you’re supposed to be mad at her remember? Percy is a psychotic freak. She could have been killed for God’s sake! But it’s so hard to be mad at her when she looks so broken, and she’s being so sweet. I guess I’ll be mad at her later.’
Chapter 35: My Great Depression
‘What is taking so damn long?’ Buffy thinks and shifts again in the chair. She’s been at the hospital for three hours now, and she’s been waiting very impatiently. When her mother brought Faith in through the emergency room doors there were only three other people waiting to be treated. Faith was in so much pain and coughing up more blood so she got an express ride to through the back doors on a gurney. Buffy broke down when she saw them wheeling her away, and luckily her mom was there or she would have completely lost it.
When they arrived someone had asked them if they were Faith’s family and Buffy wanted to lie, but Joyce said they were just friends. Buffy couldn’t believe her when she said ‘just friends’. She wanted to follow the nurse and explain that she and Faith were more then friends, but her mom held her back. ‘Just friends my ass. I gave my virginity to her. You let someone deflower you when they’re just a friend. I love her, why can’t Mom just understand that?’ She’s…on edge to say the least and right now her worry for Faith’s health is making her a not so nice person right now.
They haven’t been told anything. None of the nurses or doctors have come out to check on them. They were told to leave right after Joyce said that they weren’t family, but Buffy refuses. ‘I’m not going to leave until I find out if she’s alright. I don’t care if I have to wait all night and threaten a nurse I am going to get some information. Even if it’s just someone telling me she isn’t going to die, that’s better then sitting here and freaking out.’ Buffy looks up when she hears someone walking towards them and her blood goes cold.
“What the hell happened?” Noah asks and he doesn’t look happy at all. Buffy and Joyce stand up from their seats and listen as Noah continues to rant. “I get back and the guy at the desk says some woman called saying my sister is in the hospital. What the fuck is going on? Where is she?” Noah looks like he needs to hit something and Buffy has a little bit of fear running through her body.
“We’re not sure what happened,” Joyce says in a very calm and reassuring way. ‘Good, she’s still acting like a mom,’ Buffy thinks and subconsciously stands a little closer to her mom. “She woke us up around two and it looked like someone beat her up. She has bruises all over, and her face was pretty swollen. She was having some trouble breathing, and there were some really dark bruises on her stomach, so I brought her in. The doctor’s won’t tell us anything because we’re not family.” Buffy watches Noah stomp over to the nurses’ station and she gets a not so good feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“I’m looking for my sister,” he says in a loud voice. ‘I wonder where he was all night?’ Buffy thinks and takes in his appearance. ‘His clothes look all wrinkled and he has a five o’ clock shadow and his voice sounds really rough. That’s a little weird because every time I’ve seen him he’s always clean shaven.’ “Her name’s Faith Lehane, she was brought in a couple hours ago.” Buffy watches as the nurse tells him to calm down, and surprisingly he tries. ‘I figured he’d be in a take-no-prisoners sort of mood.’
Mother and daughter sit back down in their seats and both of them sigh. Buffy leans against her mom and she relaxes a little when her mom wraps an arm around her. ‘I can’t believe this is happening. We had a stupid fight. That was it, just a stupid fight. I was going to tell her I was sorry for being so bossy, and then things were going to be better. We would go back to being touchy-feely and lovey-dovey. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.’ Tears start to roll down her cheeks and sniffles a little.
“Oh honey, Faith is going to be alright. She looked really bad, but I’m sure it was mostly just looks. If her rib is broken then they can fix it. There’s nothing to worry about. She’s going to be ok.” ‘Is she saying that just to make me feel better or is she saying it because she believes it’s true? Did any of that make sense? God, I think I’m losing my mind.’ No argument here. ‘Would you shut up? My girlfriend is back there, probably bleeding to death, and the last thing I need is shit from you.’
The blonde teenager is very surprised when Noah sits down next to her. She thought that he would sit away from her and her mother. Buffy looks over at him and sees something she’s never seen on him before. She sees fear, and worry, and she now knows why Noah doesn’t want her around Faith. ‘This is my fault. If I turned Faith down then we wouldn’t be dating and I wouldn’t have gone to the dance so Percy wouldn’t have been able to almost rape me, and Faith wouldn’t have been so pissed off, and she wouldn’t have gotten the shit beaten out of her.’
She slowly reaches out and puts a hand on Noah’s forearm. He looks over at her and she looks into his dark brown eyes. They just stare at each other for the longest time, and he has this look like she’s searching her eyes for something, and when he finally finds it his lips crack in a very tiny smile. Buffy understand exactly what he saw, and why he’s smiling. They finally have some things in common, they both love Faith, and they’re both worried about her. They’re little moment is interrupted when a doctor walks up to them.
“Are you family of Faith Lehane?” he asks, his voice doesn’t give anything away. The three of them stand up and Noah tells him that he’s her brother. The doctor motions for them to sit down, and when they do he pulls one of the empty chairs over and sits down in so he’s directly across from Buffy, even though he’s talking to Noah. “Your sister was in pretty bad shape.” ‘So Mom was wrong? Things are just as bad as they looked?’
“Her noise is broken, and there’s a lot of bruising that’s going to take a couple weeks to heal. She took a blow to her stomach that broke a rib, and ruptured her spleen.” ‘Oh my God. Is she going to be ok?’ “We were able to repair the damage without having to remove the spleen, which is good. She lost a lot of blood though, and we had to give her a transfusion. If the recovery goes well she’ll be out of here in a couple of weeks.” The doctor goes quiet and he looks like he’s going to deliver some bad news. All three of them tense up and prepare for the worst.
“Your sister has a blood alcohol level of .30 percent. Do you know where your sister would have gotten access to alcohol?” ‘Oh shit, please don’t look at me,’ Buffy thinks and leans against her mother. Noah shakes his head and he looks worried and pissed off at the same time. ‘I know how that feels,’ Buffy thinks and sighs a little. “We have her on morphine because of the surgery. She’s awake right now if you want to visit her, but it try to keep it short. She needs her rest right now.”
“I have a question,” Joyce says and Buffy looks up at her. ‘What the hell?’ “How did you perform surgery on her without a legal guardian here?” The doctor gives her a confused look so she explains. “She’s only sixteen, so legally you couldn’t have done any of that without someone signing consent forms.” The doctor looks very flustered and even more confused then before.
“A nurse checked her driver’s license and confirmed that she’s eighteen.” ‘Oh God, Faith has a fake. I probably should have said something about that sooner,’ Buffy thinks and she feels like she’s going to be sick, but she doesn’t really know why. “We’ll have to get you to sign the consent forms.” The statement is aimed at Noah, and he shakes his head a little bit. He also looks very frustrated.
“I’m not her legal guardian. She lives with a foster family. I’ll go call them now.” He gets up, looking like a zombie and walks off. Buffy looks at the doctor and he offers her a small smile. She doesn’t feel reassured at all. ‘I won’t feel better until I see Faith.’
“Can I see her?” she sounds hopeful even though she isn’t sure the doctor is going to let her back. To her surprise he stands up and tells her to follow him. She holds onto her mom’s hand as they walk down the bright, quiet halls of the hospital. The smell of anti-bacterial is everywhere and she hates it. She’s always hated hospitals, and this is the first one she’s been in since her cousin died.
“In a few minutes a nurse is going to come in and check her vitals, you should leave then and come back during normal visiting hours.” Buffy nods her head and stands in the doorway of Faith’s room. “I’m sorry but I have to go check on some other patients.” Buffy can hear her mom saying something but she can’t make out the words. All she can focus on is Faith lying in the bed. There’s a bandage thing on her nose to keep it in place while it heals, IVs in the back of her hands, and she’s hooked up to an EKG. The beeping noise and the sound of Faith’s deep, uneven breathing are the only sounds in the room.
“Honey, if this is too much we can come back later,” Joyce says and puts a hand on Buffy’s shoulder. The younger blonde shakes her head no and takes a couple of steps into the room. She freezes when she sees Faith open her eyes. She can tell by the unfocused stare that the medication is in full effect, and the brunette probably won’t be making any sense for a while. Buffy isn’t too sure what to do. On the one hand she wants to run to Faith’s side and never leave. But on the other she wants to give her some privacy. ‘If I know Faith as well as I think I do then she won’t want anyone to see her like this.’
“Hey B,” Faith says and tries to smile. Her voice doesn’t sound like her own at all. The damage to her nose, the tiredness from the surgery, and the side effects from the drugs is making her voice sound deeper and raspy. Buffy doesn’t like it, but she isn’t going to complain. This is her girlfriend for God’s sake. She needs to be here for her even if her voice and face aren’t very recognizable at the moment. Buffy snaps out of her little trance like state and walks over to the side of the bed. She holds onto Faith’s hand, and is extra careful not to disturb the IV.
“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” she asks and instantly regrets it. Faith tries to laugh but the pain from her bum rib makes her wince. Buffy shifts a little uncomfortably, and gently strokes Faith’s hair. She doesn’t really know what to do. She’s never had to comfort someone in the hospital before. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. You’re not in any pain, are you? ‘Cause maybe I can ask the nurse to give you some more medicine.” Faith shakes her head no and grips Buffy’s hand a little tighter.
“Don’t go. I just………wanna……..see you,” she says. She sounds really tired and her words are spaced out a lot, and it’s taking every ounce of Buffy’s willpower not to break down and start crying. She longs to have the old Faith back. The one who can go on and on about comic books, and about what two comic labels are crossing over characters and selling two editions of the book in varied-ink chromium covers. She sits down in the plastic chair next to the bed and uses both of her hands to hold onto Faith’s.
“I’m not going anywhere. I can stay for a few minutes but then I have to go.” She closes her eyes and lets out a little sigh. Buffy watches her for a few minutes until she thinks the other girl is asleep. When she tries to remove her hand from Faith’s the brunette’s eyes pop open, and she grips the blonde’s hand even tighter. She starts making a little whining noise, and Buffy has to fight not to panic. “It’s ok, Faith. I won’t go. I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
‘I know I shouldn’t promise her that because the doctor is probably going to make me leave soon, but she probably won’t even remember I was here,’ Buffy thinks and gently caresses the back of Faith’s hand with her thumbs. ‘I don’t want to leave her. I want to stay with her until she gets better.’ Buffy holds back the tears as long as she can, but then she feels her mother place a hand on her shoulder and she can’t fight it anymore.
She lets out a wet, strangled sob, and her upper body loses its balance. She falls forward, and her forehead is resting on Faith’s forearm. Even though she’s very upset, she makes sure she isn’t blocking the IV running into the brunette’s hand. The sobs shake her whole body and she can barely breathe. She knows this is selfish, but she just wants Faith to take her in her arms until she stops crying. She knows that isn’t fair because Faith is the one who needs the support and the love. ‘And I’m going to be here for her. Whatever she needs I’ll give it to her.’
Chapter 36: My Wonderful Morning
Buffy sighs contently and moves some of her long blonde hair out of her face. It’s almost insane how wonderful she feels now when only two and a half months ago she was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. ‘They’re not called nervous break downs anymore. They’re major depressive episodes. And now I wasn’t even close to having one.’ Don’t let the little blonde fool you, she was almost a basket case.
First she was freaking out because of how bad Faith looked from the beating she took. It took weeks for the swelling to completely go away, and a few days longer for the bruising to completely disappear. And then there was the breathing therapy that Faith had to do every day. At least once and hour she had to take in one large, painful breath to stretch the around the lungs, and the lungs themselves to move oxygen to the unused parts of the lungs. Buffy never realized how bad recovering from a broken rib can be.
‘But she’s better now,’ she thinks and kisses the warm flesh that her head is currently resting on. Truth be told, Faith isn’t all better. Her chest still hurts whenever she needs to breathe deep, so running is out of the question. ‘It’s not like she was going to try out for track or the cross country team or anything.’ The pain meds are helping, her spleen healed fine, and she didn’t contract an infection, which is what the doctor was worried about the most.
Buffy sighs again and gently strokes the warm stomach her hand is resting on. She feels so…alive right now. ‘God, she makes me feel so incredible. When she’s inside me it’s like I’m the only person in the world who matters,’ she thinks and very carefully snuggles a little closer to the body she lying against. Last night was their first year anniversary and the two planned out a very elaborate night. Buffy gets a little smirk on her face as she thinks back on their night together.
First they went to the carnival that Sunnydale has every fall to relive their very first date. Faith even won her another stuffed animal, a big red dog that Buffy named Wilsher. They went on most of the rides and their dinner was corndogs, cotton candy, and a large soda that they shared. They had a very heated make out session in the house of mirrors that didn’t end very well. A mother and her small child caught them in the act and the woman complained to the carny so much that the decided to leave early.
They headed to the next place on their list. The windows in the tuck were rolled down halfway and Buffy’s hair blew in the cool night air and to Faith she looked like a goddess. She wanted to take her right there but she knew the blonde wanted to do everything that they planned, even if she was a little worked up from the intense kissing, and light petting. They enjoyed a nice stroll down the beach. They were both surprised to see that it was empty because that night it was very serene and breathtaking as the full moon made the ocean almost glow.
Buffy doesn’t know how long they were at the beach, but she does know that they didn’t get to the hotel until one in the morning. They received some strange and slightly lustful looks from the man behind the desk, but they ignored him. They went up to their room and settled in. They laid down on the bed together and spent most of their time in silence. But then they kissed, and it as gentle at first but quickly grew in passion. The blonde gets goosebumps up and down her arms just thinking about it.
Faith spent the better part of two hours mapping out Buffy’s body, finding all of the places that make her moan, groan, and cry out with pleasure. It took the blonde a while to recover from the experience, but when she did she made sure to make the brunette’s experience just as good. She wasn’t able to spend as much time teasing Faith and building up her release because it was causing the brunette some pain because of her mending rib. Buffy feels a little guilty about that, but she in no way regrets what they did last night.
The blonde looks over at the clock and sighs again, only this time it’s not for a good reason. She was able to pull this sleep over off because her mother is out of town on business, and won’t be back until sometime around six or seven tonight. She isn’t breaking any of her mother’s rules by being here. ‘She only said Faith isn’t allowed over to the house, she never said we couldn’t be together at all.’ It’s a flimsy excuse, she knows, but she knows she isn’t going to get caught. There’s no way her mother can find out about this because nobody knows they were here.
“Hey,” she hears the sleep roughened voice say and a smile breaks out across her face. She lifts her head a little so she can look into the dark eyes of her lover. ‘My lover, I have to admit I love the sound of that,’ she thinks and gives Faith a kiss on the cheek where her dimple would be if she were smiling.
“Good morning,” she says back. She lays her head down again and her smile gets bigger when she feels the brunette wrap both of her arms around her very tightly. She feels secure, and safe, and she never wants to leave. But there’s a little black cloud growing over this peaceful morning because she knows it can’t last forever. “I have to get home soon.” She voices her despair, and feels horrible for doing so. Just because she’s feeling a little depressed it doesn’t mean she has to drag Faith down with her.
“I know,” the brunette says, but she doesn’t sound upset about it, or sad like the blonde did when she spoke. “Let’s not think about it right now. I just want to enjoy this.” Buffy smiles and kisses the warm flesh of Faith’s shoulder again. She gets a smile on her face as an idea forms, and she puckers her lips and lightly blows some air on the warm skin. She smile gets bigger when she sees goosebumps appear, and she feels Faith shiver. “Quit it, runt.”
“I’m not a runt, you’re a runt,” she says with laughter in her voice. She brings her hand down and pinches the top of Faith’s thigh and the unexpected move makes the brunette jump in surprise. This makes Buffy laugh and she can’t for the life of her make herself stop. It doesn’t die when Faith flips her on her back and holds her down. If anything she’s laughing harder now.
“You think it’s funny, huh?” Faith asks and Buffy nods her head yes. It’s almost impossible for her to breathe, and her face is starting to turn red. “Maybe this’ll make you stop.” Faith disappears under the covers and Buffy watches the large lump move around until it finds a comfortable position between her legs. The laugher stops the second she feels Faith’s tongue lay flat against her clit. ‘Oh God, I thought she was bluffing,’ she thinks and spreads her legs a little wider.
“Babe, I need to get a shower,” Buffy moans and arches her back when she feels the tip of Faith’s tongue wiggle against her entrance. But then the tongue stops moving, the brunette stops breathing and Buffy starts panicking a little. She lifts up the covers and looks down at the other girl with concern written all over her face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” She watches Faith lift her head up and she has a big smile on her face.
“You’re a genius,” she says leaves a little peck on Buffy’s swollen lips. She jumps up, and takes the covers off the bed with her. “You just wait here. I’ll go get it started.” Buffy watches with some amusement as Faith runs from the room, saying the word ‘ow’ under her breath with every step. The blonde listens carefully and rolls her eyes when she hears the shower running. ‘I can’t believe her sometimes. So, should I let her have her fun or should I spoil it? Seeing Faith naked with water running down that sexy body is something I’d definitely like to see.’
She doesn’t wait for Faith to come and get her. Instead she jumps off the bed and makes a mad dash for the bathroom. She closes the door very quietly behind her and she’s just in time to see Faith bent over, adjusting the hot and cold handles, and humming to herself. The little tune reminds Buffy of last night, but she can’t really figure out why. She knows she’s heard that somewhere before but she can’t remember where, or what the words are. She very slowly walks behind the other girl, and makes sure she goes unheard, and stands about a foot away from the brunette.
“I think that should be our song,” she says and tries so hard not to laugh when Faith jumps up and turns around. She has a look of shock on her face and Buffy gets a big smile on her face. “You’re really jumpy today.” She steps a little closer and puts her hands on Faith’s shoulders. “I made you come four times last night. You’d think you’d be relaxed, not all jumpy.” Faith smiles and leaves a little peck on Buffy’s lips. It doesn’t last long before she pulls back and looks into Buffy’s hazel eyes that have nothing but love in them.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to stay relaxed when a little runt sneaks up on ya,” she says and gets a big smile on her face at the mock-irritated look Buffy gets on hers.
“I’m not a runt, you’re a runt,” she says and rises up onto the balls of her feet. She looks dead serious when she looks into Faith’s eyes. “See, I’m taller then you. So you’re the runt.” Faith rises up onto her tippy toes in retaliation and she’s taller then the blonde once again. “No fair, you’re cheating.”
“And you’re still a runt.” Buffy gets a pout on her face and she uses her puppy-dog eyes. When all Faith does is arch one of her eyebrows, the blonde makes her eyes water up and she sniffles a little. She takes it one step further by letting some of the tears fall. And Faith caves just like she wanted. “B, stop that. You’re a runt, but you’re a sexy, beautiful, and very cute little runt.” She reaches out and gently wipes away the tears that are leaving streaks on Buffy’s soft skin.
“You forgot smart, funny, and adorable,” she says and gets one of those little half smiles on her face. “And you’re the runt, not me.” She doesn’t give Faith a chance to talk before she leans forward and kisses her on the lips. It lingers for the longest but it doesn’t deepen. The two just enjoy the feel of each other and pull back when oxygen becomes an issue. Buffy gets a devilish smile on her face and holds onto Faith’s hand. She pulls back the shower curtain a little and steps into the tub, and stands directly under the spray.
“Holy fuck!” she screams and jumps out of the shower as fast as she can. She starts hopping around, looking for a towel and trying to will the discomfort away. “Why didn’t you tell me it was cold?” Her voice echoes in the spacious room and all of sudden they hear someone pounding on the other side of the wall. She quiets down before the person gets angrier. She finally notices the towels sitting on top of the toilet lid and grabs one. She opens it up as fast as she can and wraps it around her cold, goosebump covered body.
“You didn’t ask,” Faith says in an innocent voice. The blonde gives her a death glare and starts shaking in anger, and because of the cold. Faith adjusts the handles and soon steam from the now warm showers starts to pour out into the room. Buffy doesn’t move, she just keeps on glaring at the other girl. “Come on, B.” She gets a seductive look on her face and steps closer to the disgruntled blonde. “I’ll warm you up.” She wraps her arms around Buffy’s tiny frame and rests her forehead on the other girl’s.
She places a soft kiss on the blonde’s lips and gently rubs her back. Buffy doesn’t respond to the kiss right away, she wants to fight the brunette on this as long as she can to make her suffer a little for what she did. But when she feels how gentle Faith is being she realizes that a stupid prank shouldn’t get in the way of enjoying the rest of their morning together because after they leave here there’s no telling when they can be together again in an intimate way.
She let’s go of her towel and it drops to the floor, pooling around her feet. She opens her mouth and runs her tongue along Faith’s bottom lip. Thoughts of morning mouth are far from her mind as Faith’s tongue touches hers and they start to dance an erotic, arousing dance they’ve done a million or so times in the past. They slowly walk towards the shower, and are both aware they need to be careful so they don’t trip when they come to the edge. When Faith feels the cool porslin touch her warm skin she stops and pulls back from the kiss.
“I love you,” Buffy whispers and looks deeply into Faith’s eyes. The brunette whispers it back and steps into the shower. She stands directly under the spray and shakes out her hair as the water starts to run down her body. Buffy is completely mesmerized by the sight. She watches the drops of water travel down Faith’s body, and is particularly fascinated by her ample breasts. ‘What can I say? I’m a breast girl,’ she thinks and licks her lips like a hungry wolf.
“Aren’t you gonna join me?” Faith asks and takes a step back, making room for the tiny girl. Buffy nods her head but she doesn’t move. The meaning of Faith’s words didn’t even register in her mind. The head no was just an automatic response. Faith laughs and reaches out, some water drips from her hand and lands on the rug next to the tub. She holds onto Buffy’s wrist and pulls on it gently. The feeling makes Buffy snap out of her little trance, and a large smile forms on her face.
“You look so hot,” she says, her voice deeper with arousal. ‘You need to go away now,’ she thinks as she steps into the shower. ‘I’m going to do dirty, naughty things to her and I don’t want you describing it.’ Yeah right, and miss out on that? You’re out of your damn mind. ‘I mean it, get out of here.’ Fuck you. ‘That’s it, you’re fired. I’m getting someone else.’ You can’t just fire me. After all the shit I’ve put up with from you I’m not going to just-
