Chapter 63 - Just A Few More Days
One Week Later. BPOV
It’s been an entire week since Faith left to catch Ryder. It only took Willow two days to completely strip all the magic from his body. Apparently it was all stolen from demons and other witches so that made it easier to drain. And then Willow did something to him so that he can never perform magic again. She explained it in great detail but I wasn’t really paying attention too much. I just wanted to talk to Faith. It seems that my wife is a big hit with the kids at the school, especially ones with the troubled backgrounds. She gives it to them straight, doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and they’ve been opening up to her. I guess the psychologists at the school have been trying to get them to open up for months.
So she isn’t coming home. She isn’t sure when she’s going to come back either. She said ‘just a few more days’. The kids have been asking nonstop where she is and when she’s coming back, and I keep telling them but they’re stubborn. They want better answers, I guess they take after me. I was a little upset with her on the phone and she knows I want her home, but if she’s helping the girls not only adjust to being a slayer, but being away from home and their families then I can’t really get mad at her for staying. So I’m not mad at her, but I am irritated. Not that she’s helping people, but at the fact that she isn’t home yet.
I can’t really think about that right now, though. I need to focus on the situation. While I was feeding Joseph his lunch I got a call from the principal at Lincoln Elementary telling me that I need to come in right away because Matthew got into some trouble. So I guess adolescence really is here, huh? And I thought Faith was just being a little dramatic. If he’s already having a serge of hormones that’s making him do stupid stuff at ten then I don’t even want to know what he’s going to be like at sixteen. But I have a feeling this isn’t about getting older and going through some changes that throws your judgment off. I don’t know why, but I just having a feeling it’s so much more then that.
I pull into the parking lot, and find a spot in the shade. I turn off the engine and just sit here, staring at the dashboard, and trying to control my anger. Only a little bit is about being called here, and the fact that my son did something bad enough to get sent to the principal’s office and his mother called on him. The rest of it is towards everything else. Faith being gone, the fact that I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a little over a week, taking care of the kids by myself, and dealing with those damn dogs. My nerves are shot, and I just need a break. Just a little break from everything. But I can’t because no one else is going to do the laundry, then change the baby, then vacuum the living room, then pick Addison up from daycare, and do all the other things that I have to do.
I sigh, and force myself to calm down. I put my keys in my purse, and get out of the car. I open up the trunk and get Joseph’s umbrella stroller out. I could carry the car seat but it’s bulky and I don’t want to deal with it right now. So I unbuckle my smiling baby boy from his forty point harness and put him in his favorite stroller. He’s never been to the school before, at least not that he can remember. He looks up at the tall building with awe as I push him towards it at a moderate pace. I just want to get this over with.
I open the large door and carefully push the stroller inside. It’s trickier then it sounds. But I get inside the building without incident and start walking down the almost empty hall. I say almost empty because there are three kids not too far down. Two of them are taller then the one in the middle. They have the kid’s hat and are playing a not so nice game of keep away. Ah, to be in grade school again. Even though all three kids just made eye contact with me they don’t stop what they’re doing. I guess they know I’m not a teacher so they’re not worried about me. I can’t help but roll my eyes as the poor kid tries to get his hat back.
“Come on, give it back,” he says and jumps as one kid tosses the hat out of his reach and to the other kid. “Come on guys this isn’t funny.” They seem to think so ‘cause they keep laughing. As I get closer I very subtly veer off to the right so when I pass them I’m only two feet away. When they toss the hat again I reach out with slayer speed and snatch it out of the air. All three boys stop what they’re doing and stare at me. The two bullies look mad as hell, but the other kid looks grateful. I toss the hat to him and he catches it.
“You boys better get to class, I think I hear a teacher coming.” They run off and I can’t help but smile. What is it with kids and then always wanting to get away with something? It isn’t just kids, teenagers are just as bad, even worst. Anyway, I walk down to the end of the hall and turn to the left. I know where the office is because I’ve been called to pick Matthew up before. Not for getting into trouble, but he was sick and wanted to come home. I walk into the office and it’s kind of busy right now. There are three people on the other side of the large counter and they’re all sorting through some files, and one of them is talking on the phone and trying to sort at the same time.
“Can I help you?” the oldest of the three asks me. Ok, I don’t know if she’s the oldest but she certainly looks it. But she sounds really nice and friendly so I shouldn’t be thinking like that. I nod my head and tell her I’m here to see principal Victoria. “Alright, what’s your name?” I tell her what it is and she picks up the receiver of the pushes some button the phone and waits for a few seconds. “There’s a Buffy Lehane here to see you.” She’s quiet for a couple seconds while she listens. “Ok, I’ll send her in.” She hangs up the phone and looks at me. “She’s ready to see you now, so just go on in.” I tell her thanks and walk over to the door with the word Principal written on it in gold letters. I knock on th door just to be polite.
“Come in,” I hear somewhat irritated voice call out. I open the door and wheel the stroller inside. I see the principal sitting at her desk looking very professional. Then I see Matthew sitting at one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. He has an ice pack over his nose, and he’s sulking. Now I really want to know what happened. “Mrs. Lehane, please take a seat.” Ok, so we’re going past pleasantries and right down to business. I park the stroller next to the other chair and sit down. I smooth out my skirt, but mostly just to keep my mind busy. I’m jumping to so many conclusions right now that my head feels like it’s spinning. “Mrs. Lehane-”
“Please, call me Buffy,” I tell her with a small smile. Mrs. Lehane is too formal. I never thought I would grow up and people would call me by my last name. I thought I’d always be Buffy so that’s what I want people to call me. Unless they annoy me, then the Mrs. Lehane is meant to be formal to let the other person know that I don’t want a whole lot to do with them. But enough about that. I need to stop mind babbling and pay attention because she’s going to be telling me some important stuff. Hopefully, or this is a waste of time.
“Buffy, your son got into a fight today at recess.” I look over at Matthew and he’s just looking at the wall on his right. His head is completely turned away from me. I guess he knows I’m going to be pissed at him. “I know this is the first time he’s been in a fight, but it’s school policy to suspend all children involved in a physical altercation for three days.” I take in a deep breath and let it out kind of slow. So it isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. “I’m not making excuses for your son, physical violence is never the answer.” Unless you’re fighting a demon, but he probably wasn’t. “But the other boy was saying some very…harsh things about your lifestyle.” My jaw clenches and I feel a headache coming on. “And Matt will not be receiving any detention when he returns.” I have a feeling who the other kid is, but I need to be sure.
“Who was the other boy?” I ask, and she tells me that she’s not allowed to give out his name, but I have a very strong feeling that it’s David Lynch. He’s given Matthew a hard time since we put him in this school. “How badly was he hurt?” Matthew being like a super-slayer or something is cause for a lot of concern, especially if he fights a normal human boy. He could have easily killed David, and I’m really worried that the kid was seriously hurt.
“A bloody nose, a black eye. Normal wounds a person receives in a fist fight.” I let out a little sigh and relief washes over me, and it’s replaced with anger. It’s not anger at Matthew for getting into a fight, or the kid that was provoking him. It’s anger because the fact that me and Faith love each other is affecting our kids in a bad way. “Matt has explained your lifestyle to me. Before I thought it was just rumors spread by some of the children, and I assure you that I won’t put up with any type of discrimination or hate.” I nod my head a little and cast another glance at Matthew. He pulls the ice pack away from his face and looks at the little bit of blood on it. He sniffles a little and tosses the pack in the trash.
“Still, that’s no excuse for what Matthew did,” I tell her and pick my purse up. I’m more then ready to get out of here. “I’ll be sure to give him a very strict talk about keeping your hands to yourself.” The principal nods her head, and thanks me for coming in. We shake hands, and then I start wheeling the stroller towards the door. Matthew gets up and grabs his backpack and follows me. He still hasn’t said a word. I wonder what exactly he told the principal? What rumors have been going around and how come I wasn’t told about them? This is crap, and I know I should stay and question her on it, but I just want to get home. This is just one more thing to be stressed about and I don’t want to think about it.
The car ride home is almost silent. Joseph is babbling to himself in the backseat, but other then that there’s no noise at all. All I can concentrate on is the road, and making sure that I don’t grip the steering wheel too hard or else it’ll break. Matthew is still sulking, and he’s staring out the passenger window. I don’t really have anything to say to him. I told his principal I would give him a talking to but I didn’t mean it. At least not really. I know that I need to explain to him that he needs to ignore what the other kids have to say about us, but at the same time I’m a little proud that he stood up for us. I know it was a little extreme but he did something about it without snitching and now the teachers know what’s going on.
I pull into the driveway and shut off the car. Before I can say anything Matthew unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. He doesn’t even wait for me at the door. He gets the spare key from under the flower pot and goes inside. I sigh a heavy sigh and rub my very tired eyes. I really don’t want to deal with any of this right now. But it’s not like I can just ignore it. This isn’t going to go away no matter how much I want it to. I’m going to let him cool down a little though. I can tell he’s still really upset and if I try to talk to him now he’ll either tune me out or we’ll get into a fight. And I really don’t like fighting with him. I take Joseph out of his car seat and take him into the house.
“What am I gonna do with that big brother of yours?” I ask and he just laughs a little. I can’t help but roll my eyes. I take him into the kitchen and finish feeding him his lunch. He eats the rest of the jar of baby food and then starts whining for more. “You want more? But you just had a whole jar.” He starts whining louder and I roll my eyes. “Ok, little man, if you think you can handle some more then I’ll give you more.” I toss the empty jar in the trash and open up the cupboard where we keep his food and bottles. I look over the wide selection until I find the one I want. “Vanilla custard, how does that sound?” I know it’s for him but the whole point of buying the desserts is so I can have some. I put the jar and spoon on the counter and give him a little kiss on the forehead.
“I’ll be right back, little man.” I give him a toy to play with, and leave the room. I walk down the hall and quietly open Matthew’s door. He’s laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I can tell from here that he’s holding back tears. What the hell did that other kid say to my son? I softly knock on the door and he looks over at me. He starts wiping at his eyes and trying to hide the fact that he almost cried, but I already know. I don’t bring it up though ‘cause that will just wound his pride. And he takes after Faith when it comes to pride. “Hey, did you have lunch at school?” He shakes his had no and looks back up at the ceiling. I walk in and sit down on the edge of his bed. His bloody nose is almost healed. By tonight I won’t even be able to tell he had a bloody nose.
“Are you getting hungry?” I ask him and he just shakes his head no. I really don’t like this silent treatment nonsense. I try not to sigh in frustration, but trust me, it’s hard. “What did that kid say to you that made you want to hit him?” He shrugs his shoulders and sniffles again. Ok, this is getting annoying. “You do know. Please, just tell me what happened. I’m not going to get mad, I promise.” He looks over at me with a little bit of skepticism and this time I do let out a little sigh. “I promise, ok? Now please tell me what happened.” This time he sighs and he looks away from me. He stares up at the ceiling, and I’m about to say something but then he starts talking.
“It was David.” Of course it was. It’s always David. “I was playing tether ball with Lucas.” Lucas is Matthew’s best friend, they’re more like brothers then anything else. “And David came up and said he wanted to play, but Lucas told him to go away.” He pauses and takes in a deep breath. “Then he said that Lucas’ mom is a whore because she had Lucas before she married his dad.” And that makes her a whore? “And I told him to shut up, and that Lucas’ mom isn’t a whore.” I’m sure he didn’t say it that nicely. “Then he started saying bad stuff and you and Mama.” I wait for him to go on, but he doesn’t. I guess it was pretty bad if he doesn’t want to tell me.
“What did he say? It’s ok, you can tell me.” I put a hand on his knee and he looks over at me. I give him an encouraging look and he sighs again. He looks back up at the ceiling and I wait for him to continue. It doesn’t take long, and he sounds like he’s forcing the words out.
“He called you faggots, and that when you die you’re going to hell.” I can’t believe that little kid said that. “And he said that you’re whores ‘cause the only way to make a baby is with a guy and a girl, so you had to have sex with a guy to make me. And then with someone else to make Addison, and Joey. And then I hit him.” His eyes tear up again but he tries to make it stop. I forgot how mean kids can be. I don’t remember them being this mean when I was in school. I put my hand on his cheek and gently caress the soft skin with my thumb. I pull his face a little over to the side until he looks at me. He wipes at his eyes and tries to make the tears go away but they won’t.
“You know that’s not true. Mama and I love each other very much, and we’d never have sex with someone else.” He looks a little grossed out because I said that and I just roll my eyes. I can relate though, I was completely grossed out when my mom gave me ‘the talk’. “And you know that magic helped make you guys.” He nods his head but he doesn’t say anything. I hear Joseph start to cry and I know I have to cut this talk short. “Come out when you’re hungry and I’ll make you some lunch, ok?” He nods his head and I lean forward and give him a little kiss on the forehead. “Are you just gonna hang out in here for a while?” Again with a nod. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you later.” I go back into the kitchen just in time to see Joseph throw his toy across the room and starts crying. Why did I ever think that motherhood would be fun?
FPOV
It’s been a week since I got here and the work just keeps piling up. Giles asked me to help out with one girl, Hannah Moon, and it was pretty easy. I hardly said a word to her. She just needed someone to listen to who would take her seriously. The turn around for her was really quick. Once she got all that repressed shit off her chest she started making friends, and doin and work and shit. When G-man saw how good I did with her he wanted me to help out on a bunch of other cases. Now I have ten girls that I’m responsible for. Realistically I could leave at any time because it’s not my job to do this shit, it’s the school’s, but they aren’t cutting it, and these girls need help. I don’t want to just leave them.
At the same time I just want to go home. I want to kiss my wife and hug my kids and sleep in my own damn bed. Talking and training with the other slayers is cool. I am having fun teaching the girls all sorts of different moves and all about surviving a fight when you don’t have time to stop and think about what you’re doing. I honestly wish we could move here so I can do this for a living. But Buffy won’t want that, and deep down neither do I. I like our town, and our house, and if we move then I won’t get to see my dad as often as I do now. I’m gonna talk to Giles about setting something up for me in Lincoln, but I had to schedule an appointment ‘cause he’s a busy guy. I don’t know what he does all day, but whatever it is it takes a long time.
I’m in the temporary office that Giles set me up in doing more paperwork. I’m making notes on the girl’s progress so when I leave the psychologists will know exactly what they’re dealing with. This is really fuckin boring and I’d rather be training right now, but this needs to be done. Whoever thought that I would grow up to be responsible? ‘Cause I gotta be honest I sure didn’t. I guess that just proves how much really has changed over the last decade. I thought I’d be dead by now from the slayin’. I guess I have Mattie to think for that. When B had him I got a lot less reckless ‘cause I had so much to live for. Now I have even more, and I guess that’s why I only go slayin’ when the urge refuses to be ignored.
I can’t do this shit anymore. I finish the sentence I’m writing and toss the pen down. I’ve been writing so long that my fingers are starting to cramp up. I get out of the leather chair and walk over to the window. There’s snow on the ground, and about five maybe six girls are having a snowball fight. They look like they’re having a good time and trust me I envy them. I’ve been cooped up in this fuckin office all damn day. I need to work off some tension. I need to get outta here. I wanna go home. I get so frustrated that I almost take my anger out on the furniture but then there’s a knock on the door so I control myself.
“Hey,” Willow says when she opens the door and walks in like she owns the place. She sits down in the chair across from my desk. I can tell something’s bothering her and I can’t help but roll my eyes a little bit. “So, are you available to anyone or just the students?” She gets a shy smile on her face and I can’t help but smile back. I gotta admit Red is pretty cute when she’s shy. But I’ve always thought that. I nod my head towards the couch that’s against the wall and she laughs a little bit. “That’s ok, it’s not that big of a deal. I just can’t keep this to myself anymore.” I sit down at my desk and close the open file, mostly just to keep my mind busy. I’m about to tell her she can talk to me, but I don’t have to, she just keeps going.
“Sky and I decided to wait a while before we get married. Well, I guess I decided to wait. She said she’s ok with whatever I want, and I’m not ready to get married yet, so we aren’t going to be setting a date anytime soon.” She’s babbling so whatever she has to say isn’t good or else she’d get right to the point. “But I don’t want to wait to have a baby. We haven’t talked about it at all because I’m too afraid.” At least she’s admitting she’s scared. “What if she doesn’t want to have a family with me? We haven’t been together for very long and I know it’s a little soon, but I’ve waited a really long time and I don’t want to wait anymore. But what if she’s never ready? I can’t wait around forever.” I try not to sigh because Willow’s sensitive.
“Willow, Sky is completely different from Kennedy. It may have been a shitty thing to lead you on, but she didn’t have a kid with you because she knew it would be wrong. She knew she didn’t love you for a long time, and having a kid together would’ve made the breakup worst. That kid would’ve gone through hell, and deep down I think you know it.” She thinks about what I said and she nods her head a little bit. “Sky’s the real deal. She loves you, she wants to be with you forever, and she’ll want to have a kid with you. Maybe not now, but one day.” She doesn’t look like she feels any better. “Have you ever thought of artificial insemination? I mean, if you don’t want to wait why are you waiting?” Did that make sense? I hope it made sense.
“Because I can’t have children.” And why the hell not? “When I started thinking about it, when Kennedy and I were still together, I called the coven in Devon. Well, not the entire coven just one person and she talked to the rest of the coven. Anyway, they told me that bearing a child and giving birth would be too dangerous. That I have so much magic in my body that it could kill the baby.” She has tears in her eyes, and she’s trying to keep them back. “Even if I wanted to get pregnant that way I can’t.” Her shoulders are starting to shake and those tears are definitely winning the battle. I hand her the box of tissues and she blows her nose.
“I haven’t talked to Sky about it because I’m so afraid that she’s going to feel like I’m pressuring her and she might leave me.” I get up and sit down next to her in the other chair and wrap an arm around her shoulders. She buries her face in my neck and starts sobbing. I do my best to comfort her, but I think she just needs to get this out. If she’s been holding this shit in since she was with Kennedy then definitely needs to just let it out. I don’t know how long it takes for her to calm down but she finally does. She pulls away from me and grabs some more tissues and blows her nose, and wipes at her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break down.” I can’t help but smile a little bit.
“It’s alright, Red, that’s what I’m here for.” She smiles and wipes the rest of her tears away. Who would’ve thought I’d be the one she turns to for moral support? I rub her back a little bit, then lean back in the very uncomfortable chair. “But seriously Willow, Sky isn’t gonna take off. If she feels pressured she’ll tell you. And I know you want a kid really bad, but you’re in a relationship so you’re gonna have to wait until Sky’s ready to be a mom too.” She nods her head and sniffles pretty fuckin loud. Then something crosses my mind, and I can’t keep my mouth shut. “Have you ever thought about adopting a kid?” She tosses the tissues in the trash and tries to get comfortable in the chair. I should talk to Giles about getting some new ones.
“I thought about it for a while. Me and Kennedy were thinking about becoming foster parents. We thought it would be nice to help out, you know? And I know it sounds really selfish, but I want a baby of my own. Someone that has half my genetics. Someone that I can watch be born and grow up.” I know exactly what she means. “Maybe I should just get a dog. That’s what people normally do first, right? They get a dog and then they have kids?” Hell if I know. You might be wondering what happened to that little hairball Kennedy got her for Christmas a while back, and even if you’re not you’re still gonna find out. Well, turns out Red couldn’t stand having it around ‘cause Kennedy gave it to her so she took to the pound, and it was adopted five days later by a woman who’s dog had just died, and now Gypsy is enjoying the good life of eating ridiculously expensive dog food and sleeping on a couch all day.
“Woulda say we get cleaned up and get something to eat?” I ask and stand up. “I could really use a break from all this. Sitting in an office writing notes just isn’t for me.” I pick up the folders, put them in the filing cabinet, then lock it up. “I feel like Chinese, what about you?” I take my jacket off the back of my chair and slip it on. Man, I love this jacket. Buffy bought it for me for my first birthday we celebrated as a couple. Yep, I’ve had this jacket a fuckin long time and I don’t plan on getting rid of it anytime soon. She stands up and brushes herself off. I hope she isn’t going to get all stuck up. People can act like that after they have a breakdown. It’s like they’re trying to prove that they’re fine so they act all tough and shit. It can get irritating.
“Sure. There’s a little place not far from here.” I turn out the lights and lock up the room and we leave. But it’s not that easy. First I have to stop at the front desk and check out. Yeah, how stupid is that? But this way if any girls come in to talk to me they’ll know I’m not here. I can’t believe Willow told me all that stuff. I think it’s going to take me a while to get over the fact that she came to me. She could’ve called B and talked to her, but she didn’t. She came to me. Guess it’s just weird. But whatever. She needed someone to talk to, and I was there for her, that’s all that matters, right? No need to dwell on it like I’m doin.
Man, I’m fuckin starving. I can’t keep eating the food they serve here. It’s exactly the food you can find in any high school across America, so it sucks. I’ve been so busy this week dealing with Ryder, and listening to the girls and updating the files that I haven’t had time to go out and get some real food. Giles offered to cook me a real home cooked meal a couple days ago, but I turned him down. He’s been busy with running the school and he’s too tired at the end of the day to have to worry about feeding me. He’s getting pretty old and doesn’t have as much stamina as he used to. He’s gonna retire in the next couple of years and give the whole thing over to Willow, but still a lot can happen in a couple years.
Anyway, we get in Red’s car and head over to the restaurant. It’s only like ten minutes away from the school, and it’s really fuckin small. There’s only like five maybe seven other customers and it looks cramped. But Willow swears that the food here is to die for. I really wish people would stop saying that about food. Well, at least I really want Buffy to stop saying that about food ‘cause whenever she says it she always follows it up with ‘and I should know’. It gets irritating. But lets not think about that depressing shit right now. I’m supposed to be relaxing. Some of the shit that those girls told me could depress a professional therapist, so it’s getting to me pretty bad. And here I thought I had it bad when I was younger. I was treated better then a fuckin princess compared to the shit some of those girls had to go through.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Red says and slides a penny across the table. We’re sitting in a booth that’s by a large window. I’ve been staring at all the traffic going by for...I don’t know how long. Long enough for Willow to order us some beers and for the waitress to bring ‘em to us. I wanna say something sarcastic like ‘and a dollar if you flash me’ but I don’t feel like it right now. I don’t understand how therapists do it. I’ve only been listening to a couple girls for one week therapists listen to this kinda shit for a living. How do they stay sane?
“It’s just been a long week,” I tell her and rub my face with both my hands. “It’s pretty amazing how thick some of those emotional walls are.” I take a sip of my beer and Red gives me a questioning look. “A couple of the girls told me some pretty fucked up things. When they walked in I figured the most they’d be talking about is high school drama, you know? Like, ‘why doesn’t the boy I like, like me back?’ That kinda shit. But the things they told me…made my childhood seem like a day at the circus, and my childhood was shit.” I start chugging at my beer until it’s half gone. I’m going to need a couple more of these. “It just fuckin sucks. They had no one to help them. No slayer to come and save the day. They were all alone.” I chug the rest of my beer and Willow nods her head a little. I guess she’s heard about some of the stuff a few of the girls have gone through.
“I know, Faith. Convincing the girls to file charges against the people who hurt them is difficult. They’re afraid of being hurt more, or they feel obligated to not do anything because even though their parents hurt them they’re still their parents. But there are a couple who have spoken up, and who went to the police and their abusers were put away.” That’s good to hear. So there is some justice in the world. “I’ve never been around to witness it happen, but Giles filled me in on it. And the girls who speak up but don’t want to press charges, well, the people who hurt them have gotten some very special visitors.” She looks me dead in the eye and winks a little bit. Ok, I want to ask, but at the same time I don’t. So I’m going to assume they sent a slayer in to roughen the person up a bit and threaten them.
The waitress comes back and we order our dinners. It’s going to take a while though because one of their chefs is out sick. That’s ok, I don’t mind waiting. So far the conversation between me and Red has been pretty easy. She’s babbles so much that there’s never an awkward silence. I look down at my watch and see that it’s midnight. Holy shit, I had no fuckin clue it was this late already. And if it’s midnight here then it’s…nine in Lincoln. Fuck, I need to call home before the kids go to bed. I call home every single night to say goodnight to my babies, and to Buffy. A couple nights ago I even called her a little later on her cell phone and we had some phone sex, but it wasn’t as good as the real thing. Nothing else will ever be as good as being with her.
“I need to make a call real quick,” I tell Red and pull out my cell phone. I don’t care if it’s rude to talk on your phone while at a restaurant. I need to talk to my family. As of right now they’re the only thing keeping me from going out and getting completely smashed. Anyway, I dial the number and wait for someone to pick up. Buffy answers, and she sounds a little irritated. I really hope she doesn’t send me on a guilt trip about not being there to help her out with the kids. She did that last night because Addy was acting up and she woke Joey up and he wouldn’t stop crying. “Hey baby. How’d it go today?” She sighs, then yells at Addy to be quiet.
“It sucked. Your daughter has been in a pissy mood all day long. She was put in time out three times at daycare, and she threw a big fit when I picked her up and she kicked a hole through the back of the passenger seat in my car.” Damn, Addy’s getting really strong. “And Matthew was suspended from school today for fighting.” Ok, what the fuck? I go to voice that but she keeps on going. “It wasn’t all his fault. David Lynch.” Two words I really hate hearing because they are always followed by something bad. “Was saying some mean things to him about us. I don’t want to repeat them because Addison is listening in when she’s supposed to be in bed.” I try not to laugh ‘cause that’ll just make her mad.
“I wanna talk to Mama!” I hear Addy scream in the background. Now I almost feel bad about calling ‘cause it’s causing drama that B has to put up with. But I don’t feel bad because I need to talk to them even if it is causing drama.
“I told you I’d go into your room when it’s your turn to talk to her. Now go back to bed.” There’s about four seconds of silence then a door slams really fuckin hard in the background. I guess Addy went back to bed. I’m surprised she did, she usually doesn’t listen to Buffy until B threatens to put her in time out. I hear Buffy sigh really heavy, and I wish I could be there to give her a backrub to make her feel better. “I’m so tired. The kids are driving me crazy, and I’m not sleeping well because I’m so used to having you here with me.” See, I told you she’d send me on a guilt trip. “And Dawn is completely stressed because she’s going to try and get a hold of Michael and she’s been calling me at least twice a day freaking out because she isn’t sure how he’s going to react. I just really want you home right now.”
“I know, baby, I wish I could be there right now.” Actually I kinda don’t ‘cause when Addy acts up she goes all out and we’d be fighting like crazy if I was there right now. “I miss you so much. But I’m only gonna be here for a few more days, and then I’m coming home” She sighs and I can tell she’s rubbing her forehead to try and get rid of the headache she has. “It’s just some of the girls have some really fucked up lives, and they don’t trust anyone else enough to talk about it. They need help, B, and I want to give them as much as I can before I leave. And I want to talk to Giles about setting up some kinda program in Lincoln where we can train a group of girls a couple days a week. I feel like we should be helping out more with the school. I mean, we are the original slayers, and there’s so much we could be teaching them.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” And here I thought she wouldn’t like my idea. Huh, maybe she’s just really tired and she’s agreeing with me because she doesn’t have the energy to argue. That seems more likely then her actually liking the idea. “Babe, I’m gonna hand you over to Matthew.” Before I can say anything the line goes really quiet, and I can hear her handing the phone to Mattie. I guess he’s a little reluctant to talk to me ‘cause he thinks I’m gonna be mad at him for getting in trouble at school.
“Hi Mama,” he says and he sounds a little nervous. See, I told you he’s scared about getting into trouble. I don’t know why but he’s always viewed me as the authority figure more then Buffy. I guess he thinks I’m like the head of the household or something. But whatever.
“Hey Mattie.” I might as well get this out of the way. “So, Mom told me that you got in a fight at school. You wanna tell me what happened?” I hear him sigh and I know he’s looking down at the ground. He does that whenever he gets in trouble and has to talk about it.
“David called you and Mom faggots, and he said that when you die you’re going to hell because God hates gay people. And he called you and Mom whores because he thinks you had to have sex with a guy to make me, and Addison, and Joey. So I hit him, and he hit me and we started fighting.” That’s usually how fights start. I am kind of glad that he finally hit that kid to get him to shut the fuck up, but at the same time I’m mad. He knows he isn’t supposed to use violence as an answer for anything, and I really hate to think that he learned it from us because we’re slayers. “So I got suspended for three days.” Only three days, are you fuckin kidding me?
“Well you know you’re not supposed to fight, especially with someone who isn’t a slayer. You could’ve really hurt him, Mattie.” Willow gives me a strange look at the stern tone of my voice and I just roll my eyes. “I’m not mad at you, ok? Just don’t hit people anymore, no matter how mad they make you.” I sigh a little and take a sip of my beer. I am so going to need more of these. “I love you.” He says it back and his voice is a little shaky. He doesn’t get in trouble very often so when he does he kinda gets emotional about it. “Give the phone to your sister, ok?” I hear him hand the phone to Addy and I brace myself for whatever it is she has to say.
“Hi Mama.” I go to say hi back but she doesn’t give me the chance. “Guess what. Brother got in a fight at school today.” She still hasn’t figured out that when you say ‘guess what’ you’re supposed to wait a few seconds for the person to guess.
“I know. Mommy told me. What did you do at school today?” I hear the bedspread shuffle as she shifts around and I can tell this might take a while.
“We made hand prints outta clay.” Hmm, that’s pretty cool I guess. “But when mine was drying Dean stepped on it ‘cause he’s a big, fat meanie.” I can’t help but smile and laugh a little bit at the raw emotion in her voice. It’s like what that boy did is the worst thing in the whole world. I’m about to say something but she interrupts me. I hate it when people do that. “Mama are you mad at me?” Where the fuck did that come from?
“No, baby, I’m not mad at you.” I hear her sigh like she doesn’t believe me or something. Ok, who said what to make her think that? Did that sentence even make sense? “Why do you think I’m mad at you?” I take another drink from my beer and take a bite of shrimp now that the food is finally here.
“‘Cause you’ve been gone a really long time. So you’re mad at me and you don’t wanna come home.” Maybe I should go home tomorrow. If my kids are thinking shit like that then I need to get home. But I really need to talk to Giles first.
“No, Addy, I’m not mad at you. I just need to help some of the slayers here, and then I’ll come home. I promise baby, I’ll be home in a few days.” She sighs again, but she doesn’t say anything. I guess she doesn’t believe me. “I love you, Addy.” She says it back but her voice is low, and she sounds so sad. “Give the phone back to Mommy ok?” I wait until B’s back on the line. I never knew they’d be so depressed if I was gone for a few days. It feels good to be loved, let me tell you.
“Hey,” B says and she sounds a little sad too. Geez, what is it with all the unhappy people? I swear, I just need to be around one happy person right now and my night will be so much better. “What are you doing right now?” I tell her I’m out with Willow. “So, she’s really lonely too, huh?” And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? “Sky’s been hanging around here trying to help me around the house because she misses Willow. She can’t talk about anything else. She had a little bit of a freak out the other night because she wants to have a baby but she isn’t sure how to bring it up to Willow.” Well I’ll be damned. I would tell her about Willow but Red is sitting right there.
“Well, just send her out to the woods to go slaying, that should keep her busy.” Buffy laughs a little bit, and the sound of her laugh makes me smile, it always has. I look up when I hear someone talking to me. It’s the waitress and she’s telling me to get off my cell phone. Fuckin bitch, doesn’t she know this is important? “Baby, I gotta go. I guess cell phones aren’t allowed in here.” She sighs again and I know she’s getting frustrated. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be home in a few days, I promise.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what you said last time.” I know I said it last time, and I had every intention of it, but things came up. I hear someone crying in the background, probably Joey, and Buffy sighs a really heavy sigh. “I gotta go too. I love you.” I sigh too because this conversation was way too short. I hate it when I don’t get to spend a lot of time talking to her.
“I love you too. I’ll call around the same time tomorrow.” She says that’s fine and we say goodbye and she hangs up first. I sigh and close my cell phone and put it back in my pocket. I pick up my glass and chug the rest of my beer. I guess Willow already ordered another round because the waitress just put two full glasses on the table. God this night sucks so much. I just want to go home.
BPOV
I’m patrolling by myself tonight. I thought I’d give Sky a break since she’s done it every night this last week. She’s babysitting the kids right now. I figured I’d let her get a little taste of what it’s like to be a mom. I know that babysitting isn’t the same at all, but I need a break, and Sky offered to watch them. Things are quiet tonight, and it is very strange. The vampires usually leave during the summer because of the longer days. I have no idea where they go, but it isn’t here. It’s still January though, and usually it can get pretty busy, but for whatever reason not tonight. So far all I’ve run into was a stray dog. A dog-dog, not a demon dog. The demons must be hibernating or something because I haven’t seen one, and I’ve been patrolling for almost two hours. Maybe Sky killed them all. I’ll have to have a talk with her when I get home.
I’m getting frustrated that Faith isn’t here. I know she’s helping the girls at the school and I know she wouldn’t be there if Giles didn’t ask her, but at the same time I just want her home. She’s being vague about when she’s coming back, and it’s freaking me out. I know she loves me, and I know she’d never leave me but her being away like this is bringing up all types of insecurities. Like, I know she’s away because she wants to help but there’s a little part of me that thinks she’s staying away because she’s tired of me. That she’s been with me for so long that she’s finding excuses to stay away from me and the life we’ve built together. And who knows? Maybe she’s cheating on me with some young blonde who doesn’t have stretch marks on her stomach from being pregnant twice.
I know that’s completely stupid. I know she isn’t doing any of that stuff, but I have issues. My dad left my mom for a younger woman. It started out with lies about working long nights when he was really taking his secretary out and then sleeping with her. He finally got so tired of living with us that he left. Well, that’s not exactly what happened. My mom found out about the cheating, and she tried to pretend that it wasn’t happening even though it was so obvious that he was. They started fighting because of his long hours at work, and she finally confronted him about the cheating. They separated for a while before they got divorced. Dad moved out and got his own apartment, and on the weekends he’d take me and Dawn shopping or to the movies. Then the divorce was finalized and we moved to Sunnydale.
I loved my mom so much, and she was a strong, independent woman who didn’t take shit from anybody. But I don’t want to end up like her. A divorced, single mom raising her kids all by herself because her spouse ran off to chase after some skirts. And even after all these years of being with Faith I’m still that insecure girl trying to figure out how to have a happy ending. I know Faith can give me that, and I’m just being stupid thinking that she doesn’t want me. If she was tired of living this life then she’d leave. Maybe not without warning. Hopefully she’d talk to me about it, say goodbye and all of that. It doesn’t matter because she’d never leave me, or our babies. Faith isn’t anything like my dad, she’d never abandon us.
I just need to stop thinking like that. It’s just adding to the stress I already have. And I have more then enough stress to go around. I just wish this mom thing was easier. My mom made it look so damn easy. Then again my mom didn’t have Addison as a daughter. I know that sounds horrible but that’ show I feel sometimes. I love my baby girl to death, but there are some days I just want to send her away so I can get some peace. I think she’s been acting up so much because she misses Faith. All of them. Even little Joseph has been testier then normal. He cries more and it takes me longer to calm him down.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts and back to reality when I hear something move up ahead. I can’t see anything but I’m definitely sensing a demon. I open up my senses a little more and I can tell that the demon is about thirty feet ahead of me, but I can’t be sure. I have been a little off lately and I have no idea why. Anyway, I keep walking and act like everything is fine and like I’m oblivious to my surroundings. I am on guard though, and I’m prepared for anything. I hear the thing move again, and I see a bush move a little bit. Ok, so I know where it’s hiding, and I was only off by a couple of feet. I keep walking down the path and when I’m about ten feet away from the bush something jumps out onto the trail. Ok, totally wasn’t expecting this.
“Aww,” I say and take a step closer. “You’re a cute little kitty.” Yep, standing before me is a little kitten. It looks really dirty, and it’s super skinny. It’s almost pitch black outside and I can see its ribs. Then again I have slayer eyesight. That is so not the point. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” I squat down and hold out my hand and the little cat looks at me like I’m crazy. “Come here little kitty. Doncha wanna come home with me and get something to eat?” I’m not really expecting the cat to answer me, but everybody talks to animals when no one else is around. I keep walking closer and it doesn’t run away. It even lets me pick it up. So it’s been around people before? I walk over to the bush it jumped out of and I almost get sick. I see two other kittens and they’re both dead. They’re inside a cardboard box. Someone just dumped them out here to die?
“Well you’re going to be ok. I’ll get you home and feed you some leftovers. How does that sound?” It meows a very weak sounding meow and I smile a little. “And everybody is going to love you. Joseph we’ll keep you away from for a while. He might hurt you because he’s just a baby and he doesn’t understand, and you’re really weak right now.” I don’t feel any muscles on this kitten. It’s just skin and bones. If I don’t’ get it something to eat and soon it probably won’t live to see tomorrow. “Faith won’t like you at first but she’s brought home two dogs without talking about it with me first so she has no right to complain.” She doesn’t, and I’m ot going to take no for an answer on this one. I’m about halfway home when a vampire comes out of the shadows. I so don’t need this right now.
“It’s a little late for you to be out, don’t you think?” he asks with a smile. He’s already in game face, and I just roll my eyes. He looks a little irritated at that. “What’s the matter, can’t find the soccer field?” Oh my God, did he just call me a soccer mom? I am so NOT a soccer mom. None of my kids play soccer.
“You are so going to regret that,” I tell him and he has a very skeptic look on his face. I guess he doesn’t know who I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve run into a vampire who doesn’t know I’m a slayer. “In just a second.” I look around for a place to put the kitten. There’s nothing out here though, so I set him or her down on the sidewalk. It collapses to the ground and I’m pretty sure it did that because it’s too weak to hold itself up. “Ok, let’s make this quick, I need to get home.” I pull my stake out of my jacket and the vampire smiles a very challenging smile.
“You don’t want to do that,” he tells me and puts his hands in his pockets. Ok, why is he acting so nonthreatening? “You think I don’t know who you are? You’re the oldest slayer to ever live.” He scans my body with his eyes and it takes me shiver a little bit. “Emphasis on old.” That motherfucker. Oh, he is so going down. I lung at him, but he jumps out of the way and pushes me. I slam up against a chain link fence and steady myself. “You don’t want to kill me, Slayer.” Why can’t vampires call me by my name? If they can figure out I’m the slayer I’m sure they can learn my name, it probably isn’t that hard.
“You’re a vampire, and I’m a slayer, what more reason do I need?” I really hope he doesn’t bring up Angel and Spike because I really don’t think I can take that emotional blow right now. I step off the sidewalk and onto the street. I’m about five feet away from the vampire and I can tell he’s feeling a little nervous even though he’s trying so hard to hide it.
“Because I’m here to give you a warning.” Great, please don’t tell me there’s yet another big bad on its way to make my life harder then it already is. “Something’s happening to your precious slayers in Cleveland. So here’s how it’s going to work: you give me something I want, and I’ll tell you who’s doing the killing.” Wow, I guess the news doesn’t travel as fast in the demon world as it used to. I roll my eyes and sigh. He gives me a weird look. “What? This is some serious shit slayer. Lots of your people are dieing. And here I thought you’d care.”
“Of course I care. But we already found out who was committing the murders. A warlock named Ryder, right?” The look of shock on his face is really funny, but I don’t laugh or smile. He lunges at me and I knee him in the stomach and punch him in the face. He recovers a lot faster then I thought he was going to, and he backhands me. I stumble backwards, and he rushes me. He knocks me on my back, and he’s on top. He punches me in the face a couple of times and I know those bruises aren’t going to go away for at least a couple of days. I bring my knee up hard and fast and hit him in the groin. It stuns him long enough for me to bring my stake up and stab it through his back. I shut my eyes, close my mouth, and hold my breath as he turns to dust.
“Well, that was rude,” I say and stand up and brush myself off. I really need to buy one of those portable vacuum cleaners and take it with me on patrol. Dammit, he gave me a bloody nose. I’m glad it’s not broken because realigning my nose is not something I enjoy. If it was broken I’d have Faith realign it for me, but she isn’t here. Ok, Buffy, you need to stop thinking about that. She’s in Cleveland helping the girls who need help. She’ll be back in a couple days, she said so herself. I walk over to the kitten and I sigh a very heavy sigh. It’s dead. I guess it was just too weak. I don’t want to leave it here, but I don’t want to take it home and bury it because it might come back to life. Hey, it happened in Sunnydale and it can happen here.
So I bury it in the flowerbed of the yard it died in front of. Hopefully these people won’t get too mad about this. I didn’t pull up any flowers or anything. I buried it in between two of the smaller rose bushes. I’m sure they won’t notice. Anyway I head home and I’m a little surprised to see the living room light on. I look down at my watch and shake my head a little. It’s three in the morning, what is Sky still doing up? I quietly unlock and open up the front door and walk inside. I go into the living room and I’m about to ask her what she’s doing, but I stop. She’s on the couch, slumped over a little bit, and lightly snoring. Joseph is lying against her, and he’s fast asleep. He hasn’t slept all through the night for the last couple of nights. I hope she didn’t stress out too much.
I carefully pick up my baby boy and take him into the bedroom. I gently lie him down in his crib and he moves around a little bit, but he doesn’t wake up. Thank God. I love my little baby, but listening to him cry for three hours straight is not something I enjoy at all. I grab an extra blanket and pillow out of the hall closet and go back into the living room. Sky hasn’t moved an inch. I really hope this won’t wake her up. I put the pillow at the end of the couch that’s closest to her head, and set the blanket down on the floor. I gently hold onto Sky’s shoulders and very carefully pull her down towards the pillow. She sucks in a deep breath and I freeze. I hope I didn’t wake her up.
“Babe, I don’t wanna go,” she whines and her eyebrows furrow a little bit. She must think I’m Willow. At least I hope she thinks I’m Willow. I think it’s kind of cute that both Sky and Willow talk in their sleep. If they ever do have kids I’m sure they’ll talk in their sleep too. I wait a few seconds and when she doesn’t say anything else I start to lay her down. “Babe I don’t wanna go to work today.” I have to bite my lips to keep from laughing. She starts to wiggle around and it makes it a little easier to pull her down. But she doesn’t stop moving and I think she’s going to wake up soon.
“Shh, Sky, go back to sleep,” I whisper and gently stroke her hair. I’m trying to think of what Willow would do but I can’t really come up with anything. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” That does the trick and she calms down. Now that that crisis is over, I take off her shoes and carefully lift her legs up onto the couch. I unfold the blanket and cover her up. I gently brush some stray hair out of her eyes and her nose twitches a little bit. I start to pull my hand back when she reaches out and grabs onto my wrist. But her eyes don’t open. She’s still asleep? Crap. She pulls me down onto the couch until I’m laying next to her. I don’t want to fight against it because I don’t want to wake her up. So now I’m laying on my living room couch, I’m being spooned by my best friend’s fiancé, and the double Hs are starting to kick in.
“Babe don’t leave me,” she whispers and her hot breath brushes against my neck. The feeling it makes my pussy clench. Fuck, this is going to suck. “You always leave me.” What is she talking about? I kind of want to wake her up so I can ask her what the hell she’s talking about. “Stay with me, please?” I don’t move, I don’t say anything, I just lay here. Her arm tightens around my stomach and she starts to lightly snore again. At least now she won’t talk anymore. I try to slowly move her arm, but her grip tightens even more. Ok, I guess I’ll be sleeping here tonight. Well, sleep definitely won’t be happening. If I go to sleep in this state of horniness I might do something stupid in my sleep. I’m going to need a lot of coffee in the morning, that’s for damn sure.
FPOV
Finally I’m home. I know I told B and the kids that it would only be a few days, but I was gone for another week and a half. I really didn’t want to be gone that long, but I couldn’t help it. There was one girl was on the brink of a nervous breakdown, and she wouldn’t talk to anyone but me. She just couldn’t handle being away from her family for so long, so we sent her home. A slayer who’s already graduated lives about fifteen away from her, and they’re going to train together. And now that the crisis is over I get to go home. Well, I already am home I just haven’t gone in the house yet. I’m sitting in my rental car at five in the morning wondering why the living room light is still on.
Buffy is always home from patrol by four, and she usually takes a shower and goes to bed so there’s no reason for the light to still be on. Unless something’s wrong, but I think someone would have called me if something happened. Well, there’s only one way to find out. I get out of my car and walk up to the front door. I pause and just listen. I have no idea what I’m listening for, but whatever it is I’m not hearing it. I unlock the door and walk inside. After I hang my jacket up and get the door closed I pause again and just listen. At this point I know what I’m listening for. I’m listening for the sounds of an affair, but I’m not hearing any. I do hear someone snoring, though.
I see a pair of feet sticking out from the end of the couch. I walk around to the other side and I’m very confused by what I see. I see Buffy and…Sky, and they’re both laying on the couch. Sky is covered up with a blanket and she’s asleep. Buffy is awake and spooned up against Sky, and she looks very uncomfortable. She can’t see me yet, and she still doesn’t know I’m here. I wonder how she’s going to explain this. I walk fully in front of the couch and B looks up at me. She instantly gets a smile on her face, and she tries to get up, but Sky is holding her down. I raise an eyebrow at B, and she blushes a little bit.
“Help me,” she whispers and I have to smile. She’s just so damn cute sometimes. I reach down and carefully hold Sky’s arm up so B can get away. I put one of the throw pillows where B was and Sky wraps her arm around that instead. She stays asleep, which is good ‘cause if she finds out that Willow didn’t come back with me she might freak out. I turn to Buffy and I was going to say something, but then she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me down into a very deep kiss. She dominates it completely, and I can’t do anything but wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. She pulls back from the kiss and starts sucking on my bottom lip. God, is she trying to turn me on?
“Maybe I should go away more often,” I say when she finally gives me my lip back. Her eyebrows furrow, and she gets a frown on her face. Man, I really hope I didn’t just kill the mood she’s in ‘cause she has me really worked up. I’ve missed her so much I just wanna throw her down on the bed and fuck her hard. After a few seconds of silence I go to say something, to apologize for upsetting her or whatever, but that’s when she decides to talk. I really hate it when people interrupt me like that.
“No,” she says and nuzzles my neck. I feel her lips lightly kiss my skin and I get goosebumps on my arms. “Don’t ever go away again. Promise?” She pulls back and looks into my eyes. She looks a little desperate for an answer. I nod my head and I’m about to say it out loud but she starts kissing me again. I feel her hands grip my shirt and she starts pulling me forwards. I smile a little bit because I know she’s leading me to the bedroom. At least I really fuckin hope so. “How come you didn’t tell me you were coming home tonight? We could have done something special.” While she talks I suck on her pulse point, and it makes her moan. She lets her head roll back and gives me better access to her oh so hot skin.
“Baby don’t make me think right now,” I tell her and she laughs a little. Oh she thinks that’s funny? Well, I don’t really care. Let her think it’s funny. As long as I get my hands on her I don’t care if she laughs at that. I press her against the hallway wall and press my body against hers. One of my thighs slips in between hers and I press it against her hot pussy. She hisses in a breath and starts grinding against my leg. “I missed you so much.” I nibble on her earlobe and it makes her moan a very long, deep moan. The sound drives me a little crazy and she knows it. I grab onto the back of her thighs and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her into our bedroom.
“Carrying me across the threshold, what is this our second honeymoon or something?” she asks in a playful voice and sucks on my ear. God I love it when she does that. I lay her down on the bed and she drags me down with her. I pull away from her a little and just look at her. She has some bruises on her face, a black eye and it looks like she had a bloody nose. She’s been really worked up since the moment she saw me so I know she went patrolling. I smile a little as I think about the question she asked.
“It will be if you wear the hat,” I tell her with a little bit of laughter in my voice. She smiles and even though she has bruises on her face and some dried blood she’s never looked more beautiful. Well, when she gave birth to the boys, and on our wedding day, but this is a close fourth. She looks deeper into my eyes and that little playful mood is slowly disappearing and it’s being replaced with the intensity we had goin. I lean down and kiss her and in a matter of seconds it goes from light pecking to very deep tongue massaging. I reach down and grab the hem of her shirt. I pull it up a little and she arches her back to help me out. We kiss each other as long as we can but we have to pull apart for a few seconds so I can take her shirt off. Those few seconds feel like forever.
She pushes my shoulders back and it forces me to stop kissing her. I look into her eyes and I’ll admit I’m a little confused. Why did she do that? She gives me a little wink and scoots up the bed until she’s laying against the pillow. She takes off her shoes, her shocks and her pants and drops everything to the floor. When the shoes it the hardwood I look over at the crib to make sure she didn’t wake up the baby. I don’t think I can stop, and I don’t to try. I need her so much right now. So anyway, she strips down to her pink, lacey panties and holds her hand out. I crawl up the bed and press my body against hers. I kiss her again, and as soon as our lips touch she wraps her arms around my back.
“You’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?” she asks and lifts my shirt up. I let her take it off, then I stand up and slowly strip. I make a little show out of it. When I bend over to take off my boots I turn so my back is facing her, this way she has a nice view of my ass. When I take off my pants I put a little more wiggle into my hips then I need to, but I want her to enjoy the show. I look over at her lying on the bed and looking sexy as hell and she’s smiling so I know I’m doing a good job. I slowly slip my thong down my thighs and I hear her suck in a deep breath. I step out of it and stand back up. I act like I’m going to drop the piece of damp, black cloth onto the ground but at the last second I toss it at B and it hits her right in the face. She laughs and tosses it to the floor.
“Just get up here,” she says with a big smile on her face. Fuck it feels so good to be home. I crawl up the bed again, and again I press my body against hers. Only this time I press my very wet pussy against her thigh. If I don’t get some release soon I think I’ll go crazy. I hear her giggle and I give her a questioning look. What the fuck? “How busy were you at the school?” What does that have to do with anything? “You’re all fuzzy, Wuzzy.” She puts more pressure on my crotch with her thigh and it makes me moan a little. I slip my hand under her panties and rub my fingertips against her mound. I smile a little bit and rest my forehead against hers.
“You’re not exactly baby bottom smooth, B.” She gets a little mock-offended look on her face and goes to say something but I kiss her. It takes her a couple seconds to respond and when she does she deepens it. While we kiss I gently tease her mound. She’s moving her hips around and trying manipulate my fingers to where she needs me most, but I won’t let her. I start to slowly grind against her leg and I already know it isn’t gonna be enough. “I hope these aren’t new.” She gives me a confused look, but I don’t say anything. I rip her underwear and pull them out from under her. I toss them across the room and start kissing her again. This one is more passionate. It’s lips, tongues and teeth gnawing at each other like if we stop we’ll die.
I lift myself off her thigh, and hold myself up on my hands and knees so my body is hovering above hers. We’re connected at the mouth, but that’s it, we aren’t touching in another other way. I need more and soon. It feels like every nerve ending in my body is screaming out for me to touch her. We break the kiss when we need to breath and I kiss down her jaw line and latch onto her throat. I don’t care if we came up with that little ‘no hickie’ rule. I feel her hands rubbing up and down my back. Her fingernails scratch my smooth skin and it makes me moan out her name. She spreads her legs farther apart for me and I slowly bring myself down to her. I press my body against hers and we both moan out at the contact.
“Please stop teasing me Faith. Please,” she quietly begs. I gently suck on her earlobe and then pull back and blow some more air onto the wet spot. I makes her moan and dig her fingernails into my shoulder blades. She wraps her legs around my lower back and presses her hot, wet pussy up against mine. “You have no idea how bad I need you.” Her fingernails dig in deeper and she’s going to draw blood soon if I don’t do something. So I stop teasing her. I reach down between our bodies with one hand and spread our lips apart. I look into her eyes as I lower myself down and press our clits together. We both moan at the contact, but she’s been slaying so the feeling for her is amplified. She doesn’t just moan, but her eyes close and she her head rolls back against the pillow.
“God, you are so beautiful,” I whisper to her and gently kiss the shell of her ear. She shivers and I watch the goosebumps rise on her arms. We start a slow rhythm and she feels so fuckin good. I miss being able to do this with her whenever we want. I’ve missed her, period. She’s right, I’m never going away again. I want to be with her for the rest of forever. “B, you feel so good.” My lips rub against the smooth skin of her neck. She moans and digs her nails into my back. That makes me moan, and I start thrusting harder against her. “Buffy, do that again.” She scratches my back again, and I arch against her and our breasts press against each other.
“Faith, Faith, oh God Faith,” she moans and our slow rhythm starts to pick up. God, I’m so close. I can tell she is too because she doesn’t start with the ‘oh God Faith’ until she’s on the brink. I nip at her neck and it makes her arch against me again. I bite a little harder and she lets out one long moan. Then I feel her hot come gush out of her. About three seconds later I’m thrown into the land of happy places, and I have to bite my lips to keep from screaming out her name. My whole body is tense and I keep thrusting against her as I ride out my orgasm. Then I start to calm down, and my arms and legs go limp, and I collapse on top of her. I roll over so I’m on my back, and not crushing her even though she didn’t seem to mind.
“Thank you,” I hear her say. At least I think I did. I could be hallucinating, that was one hell of an orgasm. Then I feel B wrap an arm around my stomach and she’s panting against my neck. I shiver and put my hand on her arm, but I’m still not fully recovered so there won’t be any more movement out of me right now. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She starts kissing my neck, but then she stops. I guess she still hasn’t recovered all the way. I don’t know how long we spend just laying here, but after a while she’s able to sit up. “Baby, lets get under the covers. Wouldn’t want one of the kids to walk in on us like this. They’d never let us forget it.” I laugh a little bit and we crawl under the comforter. B snuggles up to me, and I wrap my arms around her and give her a little kiss on her temple.
“So, exactly how much did you miss me?” I ask with a smile on my face and it makes her laugh a little bit. “‘Cause I kinda, sorta talked to Giles about setting something up here in Lincoln, but we’re going to need your help to do it.” I don’t want to talk about this now, but I know I’ll forget and she’ll get really mad if I don’t tell her. “When I was up there and talking with the girls and training with them it made me feel a little guilty that we don’t help out enough up there. So I talked to Giles about setting up a program here where we’d train with a group of girls a couple days a week. And after a month or two they’d go back to the school.” I feel Buffy nod her head a little bit and judging by her deep breathing I’d bet she’s drifting off and not really paying attention to me. “But we can talk about it later.”
“Ok,” she whispers and then she’s gone. Well, not gone, just not awake. I close my eyes and wait for unconsciousness to take over but it doesn’t. Now that I’m thinking about the training program I can’t stop, and now I’m wide awake. Crap. Well, this fuckin sucks. Giles and I didn’t really go over the specifics because he wanted me to talk to Buffy about it first and if she agrees then we’ll all come up with something. I told Giles I want to do this with or without Buffy’s help, so I guess it would be ok to come up with some type of plan. Jeez, who am I and what happened to the real Faith? I’ve never been the ‘think up a plan’ kind of girl. Well, it’s never too late to start I guess.
I was thinkin we could keep the groups small. No more then ten girls at a time so we can help them out individually if they need it. And the forest gets so much demony activity that a couple months will be enough for them to get in some really good training. Wait…did I just say ‘demony activity’? Maybe I do need to start spending less time with Buffy and more time with sane people. Anyway, we’re gonna have a couple problems to work out. One of ‘em is space. The training shed out back isn’t big enough for a small group of slayers to train. We’re gonna have to buy a space, maybe an old warehouse or something. The other problem is: where the hell are the girls going to live? We barely have enough room for us in this house let alone ten teenage girls. Maybe Giles can buy an apartment complex or something. Ok, now I’m getting tired. All this thinking has worn me out.
