Cleveland, Ohio. One Week Later. BPOV

Well it’s official, our baby girl is seven years old now. I can’t believe how fast it’s gone by. I know that’s what parents say and I never really believed it but it’s true. One minute you have a little crying baby waking you up at odd hours of the night to be fed and changed and making our life heaven and hell at the same time, and the next thing you know you sweet precious little angel has taken your favorite pair of high heeled shoes that were very expensive and stuffed them down the toilet. Oh yeah, that’s what I said. Addison is pissed off at me because I told her she can’t go out with Faith and I tonight. It’s not like we’re going out to have fun. Giles wants us to have a meeting with him in his office to discuss slayer business. I told that to Addison but she thinks she’s old enough to go too. So she took my favorite pair of shoes and stuffed them down the toilet.

This night is going to be stressful and she’s just making it worst. It’s not like I want to have a meeting with Giles because it’s not going to be about anything good so I’m already on edge and I really don’t want to deal with her tantrums. She’s in her room right now and that’s where she’s staying for the rest of the night. I took out the TV and all of her toys and she’ll get them back in a couple of days. She needs to learn her lesson because those shoes cost me one hundred fifty dollars. She knows they were my favorite, and now they’re ruined. Sissy is going to be keeping an eye on the kids tonight while Faith and I go this meeting and the only reason Addison is allowed to leave her room is to use the bathroom. My nerves are already fried and I honestly don’t know how I’m going to handle this meeting tonight. If it were up to me I wouldn’t go at all, but Giles says it’s really important and that Faith and I are the best for this particular job.

That’s right he’s sending us out on a mission. I have no idea what he wants us to do but he said that it’s a local job just here in town. I don’t understand why he can’t have one of the interns do it, but I guess we’ll figure that out after we’re briefed. I sigh very heavily as I tie my Nike’s. I just want this night to end, and I have a feeling that isn’t going to happen for a while. There was something about Giles’ tone that I really didn’t like. It reminded of a long time ago when we had to make a decision about something else and I was completely against him on it. I was pregnant with Matthew at the time so my hormones were all over the place, and even if I wasn’t pregnant and hormonal I would’ve been completely against his decision. I just wouldn’t have used so many cuss words trying to make my point.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Faith asks and she wraps her arms around me from behind. She rests her thighs on either side of mine, and I lean against her and sigh again. Only this time it’s a good sigh. Having her here is making me feel better just like always. Whatever Giles has to tell us tonight I know we can handle, and I’m probably going to be relying on her for more emotional support then normal. Although I doubt she’ll mind. She loves it when I let my guard down and let her take care of me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to help her during the mission, whatever it is. It just means she’ll be doing most of the heavy lifting. I know that doesn’t sound very fair, but I really don’t think I’m going to be at my one hundred percent best tonight and depending on what Giles is sending us out for things could get a little ugly. Here’s hoping he just wants us to pick up his dry cleaning.

“Nothing, sweetie. It’s just been a long day, and I really don’t want to go to this meeting. We’re here on vacation I think it’s a little mean that Giles has us working.” She places a few little kisses on my neck and I can feel my muscles melting at her gentle touch. This is exactly what I needed to unwind. Maybe Giles is sending us to slay something and afterwards we’ll be worked up? That would be nice. I could really use her touch in other places right now. I don’t need to go slaying to get in the mood, but it always helps. She gently rubs my sides, and stomach and I close my eyes at the calming sensation. She always knows exactly what to do to calm me down and make me feel so much better.

“How about I go, and you go down to the wreck room. Watch some movies, have some popcorn, relax a little bit. If Giles says anything I’ll tell him to fuck off,” she says and she’s trying to sound all big and tough. I laugh a little bit because I know she would tell him that. She’s done it before when he wanted me to go on a mission that she thought was too dangerous. I completely understand why even though she was a little out of line saying that I couldn’t go. We had just found out I was pregnant with Matthew. I still hadn’t told Giles because I had no idea how he was going to react. Giles had flown all the way out to California to ask me to go on this mission that was “of the upmost importance” and I told him that I couldn’t do it. He got a little…bossy. Faith told him to go fuck himself and then told him send someone else and then she just came out and told him that I was pregnant.

“It’s ok, I’ll go. When I talked to him on the phone earlier……I really didn’t like the sound of his voice. It reminded me of the Dana thing.” She tenses up because she knows exactly what I’m talking about. That was a really hard time for all of us and especially for Faith because it wasn’t long ago that she was in almost the exact same situation. The only difference was Faith didn’t suffer the kind of torture that Dana had as a child so Faith wasn’t too far gone. She wasn’t so delusional that she was completely unreachable. We had to make a decision about what to do with her and some of us had different ideas that were completely crazy and inhumane and they were totally wrong. I don’t want Faith being in a black mood just because I am. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with that. He’s been really stressed out lately, and I’m starting to think maybe he’s getting a little old for this job.” I know that sounds horrible but I worry. Faith chuckles a little bit, and leaves a little kiss on my ear.

“Just don’t let him hear you say that,” she says and let go of me. I feel a little cold now. She slides away from me and hops off the bed. I know I sound really whiney, but I just want her to hold me right now. I watch as she walks over to the vanity and touches up her make up. I don’t know why she’s bothering with that because we’re just going on a mission. It’s not like we’re going out somewhere like the movies or a restaurant to spend time together. We haven’t been out on a date night in a long time. I think we need to do that soon. Having a family is great, and I know raising my kids is the most important thing I’ll ever do, but we need out time together to just be a couple. When we go out together we’re not Mom and Mama. We’re Buffy and Faith, two people completely in love with each other who just want to have a nice meal together and make out on a park bench afterwards.

“We need to get going,” she says and I sigh a little bit. She walks over to me and holds out her hand. I take it in my own and she slowly pulls me up. She wraps her arms around me and I rest my head on her shoulder, and bury my face in her neck. This is my favorite hiding place in the whole world. This is where her smell is the strongest because not only can I smell her unique scent, but I can smell the perfume she uses, and I can smell her conditioner. When I’m hiding in this spot with her arms wrapped around me I know nothing can hurt me. She makes me feel so safe, and I love her so much for it. I nuzzle her neck, and she chuckles a little bit. “Babe, just stay here ok? You don’t have to go to the meeting. I’ll talk to Giles about it.” I shake my head no, and she chuckles again. “Ok, baby, if you really wanna go. Tell me when you’re done hiding and we’ll go.” I leave a little kiss on her neck and sigh a very content sigh.

“I know thinking about her makes you upset,” she whispers and I tense up a little bit. I really don’t want to think about this right now. “It was bad for all of us, B.” It really, really was. I didn’t talk with any of them for over a month after that happened. “But it was a long time ago.” So I’m just supposed to forget about it? I get where she’s coming from, and she’s right. It was a very long time ago, over a decade ago, so there’s really no point getting upset about it now. It’s hard to believe it’s been such a long time, but it has. When I was fighting with Giles and Willow about what to do with that girl Matthew started kicking me like he was trying to escape. Faith could just tell that I was in pain by the way I was standing and she told the others to leave the room but he kept kicking me. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” I lift my head off her shoulder and look into her eyes.

“Kiss me and tell me I’m beautiful?” I say and she gets a little smirk on her face. She does kiss me though, and it’s one hell of a kiss. If she kisses me like this every day for the rest of our lives I will die the happiest woman in the world. She tightens her hold on me, and I gently run my fingers through her hair as our lips softly caress each other. We pull back when breathing becomes an issue, and she places little kisses on my cheeks and forehead. Then she looks deeply into my eyes and I can’t help but smile at the mischievous look on her face.

“You are the most beautiful, the sexiest, the hottest, the loveliest, most attractive woman in the whole entire world,” she says and the look on her face is a little playful, but the look in her eyes is nothing but serious. I want to be all sarcastic and tell her that ‘whole entire’ is redundant but it doesn’t matter. Right now this is the only thing that matters. She kisses me again, just a little peck that I barely have time to reciprocate. “You all better now?” I nod my head a little but stick out my bottom lip in a big pout anyway. “Awww, B, not the lip. You know I can’t handle the lip.” I make my lip quiver a little and the smile on her face gets bigger. “Knock it off, Blondie, we gotta get going.” She always does this when I pout. First she gets all touchy feely, then she gets all serious and tries not to smile. I pout some more and her smile comes back. I yelp a little when she pinches my ass. “Alright B, we gotta go. We’re already late.” I sigh but go willingly when she takes my hand and leads me out of the room.

We kiss the kids goodbye and tell them to get good and that we love them. We always make sure to tell them that before we go out on patrol. If I am going to die at the hands of a demon or a vampire I want the last words I say to my children to be ‘I love you’. Even if they’re mad at me and they don’t want to hear it I still tell them that before I leave their bedrooms. We make our way down the path towards the slayer school. We still have our little guest house, but the kids have to share a room. Giles wasn’t expecting us so he didn’t have time to add any rooms. It’s alright this way, but Matthew doesn’t like it very much. He’s always had this own bedroom except when we go on vacation. He hates having to sleep with the younger kids because the he can’t stay up really late. But we’re only going to be here until the beginning of December and then we’re headed home. The kids are going to miss the snow, that’s for sure.

I sigh very heavily as we reach Giles’ office. It’s not that I’m not happy to see Giles. The whole point of this trip was to spend some time with him. But right now at this very moment I’d rather be home curled up in my bed with my wife lying by my side. I’d rather be in bed with my wife so I can roll over and start kissing her, and touching her, and making love to her. I don’t know what’s up with me right now, but I feel a little vulnerable, if that display back there wasn’t enough proof of that. I feel like havin Faith on top of me, kissing me, and whispering to me that I’m beautiful and how much she loves me. But that isn’t going to happen so I should just forget it. Maybe it will happen tonight if I’m in the mood. Just because I’ll be post slayage doesn’t mean I’ll want to do anything about it. Faith’s knocks on the door, and shift my weight from one foot to the other.

“Come in,” we hear Giles say, and Faith opens the door. She’s still holding onto my hand like I’m three and I let her. The sooner we get this shit done, the sooner I can curl up in Faith’s arms and fall asleep. “I was beginning to wonder if you two were going to show up at all.” I glare at him a little and I’m about to say something but then I feel Faith squeeze my hand. I glace over at her, and she just shakes her head. With a sigh I sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Faith sits down in the other at the same time and she lets go of my hand. We both say hi and I ask how he’s doing. He looks so exhausted and worn down. I really wish he would retire and go live on some sunny beach or something. “I think it would be best to skip the formalities and cut right to the chase.” He lays a very thick folder down on the desk and scoots it closer to our side. Faith reaches out and takes it.

“Her name is Brooklyn Andrews she came into her powers a year and a half ago.” Which means she’s only fourteen. Ok so what is this all about? “I’ve sent out three of our best interns, but she’s managed to elude all of them, as well as the police. According to her file from social services she’s been in and out of foster care since the age of nine. Her parents were killed in a car accident, and she has no other family. There are several reports of her running away, often 

leaving town and being found in another state.” Ok, so what does that have to do with us? He needs to get to this point soon because I’m ready to just get up and walk out. “She’s been missing for the last eight months. The head of the magical department did a tracking spell earlier today and she’s still in the city. I need you two to find her and bring her here.” Seriously? Giles wants us to give up our night to track down some little run away punk?

“Before you argue,” he looks me head in the eyes as he says that. Wow, Giles knows me a little too well. “She isn’t just a newly called slayer. She’s a very emotionally disturbed girl. She’s attacked several of her foster parents, severely injuring two. The women only sustained some bumps and bruises but the men weren’t so lucky. She’s murdered three people that we know of, all adult men who approached her on the street. I’m not sure if she meant to kill them, or if she simply doesn’t have control of her own powers. Since she’s never been here we’ve not been able to test her so there’s no way of knowing exactly how the power is affecting her.” Meaning she could be just as fucked up as Dana was. I look over at Faith and sigh. She’s still reading the file, and she looks a little upset. “Right now she’s a danger, and I feel it would be best if you two track her down. You’re not only the best slayers to ever be, but your experience dealing with emotional teenagers will be needed when you find her.” I hate it when he makes a good point.

“Where should we start looking?” Faith asks and sets the file down on the desk. I don’t need to look at it. She’s going to be like every other emotionally disturbed girl we’ve dealt with in the past. She has an abusive background, either physically or sexually, and now she’s angry at the world and taking it out on the people around her. If she’s living on the street then she might be taking drugs, maybe even prostituting. She wouldn’t be the first drug addict or harlot we’ve saved. It actually feels very good giving those girls a better life. We make sure that they’re well taken care of even after they graduate and leave. We help get them a job, and rent them a nice apartment until they can afford it on their own. I get that she’s angry and she has every right to be, but killing people? We definitely need to get her off the streets before she hurts someone else, especially if she’s targeting men.

MPOV

Sometimes I really hate my moms. Yeah, that’s what I said. Sometimes I hate them. They drag me all the way to fucking Ohio for Addy’s birthday, and then they tell me I can’t go slaying. We’re on a Hellmouth and they say I can’t go slaying? That’s the biggest bunch of bullshit I’ve ever heard. I’ve been going crazy since we got here and I told my mom I need to go slaying, but all she said was that’s it’s too dangerous right now and I should just stay inside. And what the hell did they do after they told me it was too dangerous? They went out. If it’s too freakin dangerous to go patrolling then why the hell are they going out? I know they’re lying. They had a meeting with Grampa Giles and then all of a sudden they wanna go out? Screw that, they’re probably out on a mission killin some demon or some shit like that.

I don’t care if they said to stay in. I need to go slaying, and I can’t stand it anymore. I left about twenty minutes ago. I don’t know if I’m that good or if the slayers on guard are that bad, but it wasn’t hard at all to sneak passed them. I could’ve just walked out the front gate and they wouldn’t’ve noticed. Some of these girls are really fuckin dumb. I was talkin to this one chick the other day who didn’t even know what a round house kick was. That’s when I stopped listening to her. I would’ve left but she had some pretty nice tits, and her shirt was pretty low, and she didn’t care that I kept lookin at ‘em. What? Don’t look at me like that. I’m a guy, we like lookin at stuff like that, if she wasn’t gonna say anything then why I should I stop?

We’ve been at the slayer school for about a week and a half. It’s alright, I guess. I get to spar with some other slayers, but it’s too easy. I hold back on them because you’re not supposed to hit girls, and they get very mad because they can tell I’m taking it easy on them. I don’t want to hit them really hard and break their face though. Especially Sissy’s because she’s 

hot. She’s been sparring with me the most. A lot of the girls are gone so there’s not a whole lot of people to train with. Thanksgiving is on Thursday, and that’s why we’re still here. We were only gonna be here for Addy’s birthday but then my moms thought it would be a good idea to spend Thanksgiving with Grampa Giles. He’s nice and everything, every time we visit him he gives us money and presents, but we don’t really know him all that much. I’ve only seen him a couple times because he lives at the slayer school and he’s too busy to come visit us.

I heard Mom talking to Mama and she said that we’re going to be coming here a lot more, like on school breaks and during the summer and stuff. I really don’t want to come here all the time but I guess Grampa Giles is sick and she wants to make sure he’s doing ok. Mama said he’s just getting old so he’s not as energetic as he used to be, but Mom is really worried. So I guess we’ll be coming back here on the school breaks and during the summer because when Mom is all worried like this Mama will do almost anything to make her feel better. Maybe I can talk them into letting me stay home. I’m thirteen for God sake’s. I can stay home by myself for a week or two and not get into trouble. I don’t like it here, so why do I have to come? I don’t have to stay home alone. I could stay over at Lucas’ house. That would be cool.

I want to go home. I wanna spend Thanksgiving with Grampa Chris and Brittany. I don’t call her grandma or anything because she’s younger then my moms are so it would be really weird. I don’t know how someone old like my grampa married someone hot like her, but it happened. It’s weird because she’s my grandma so I shouldn’t think she’s hot, but she is. She always wants to hug me whenever she sees me but I try not to. I’m turning into a man so when I’m around hot girls some things……happen that I don’t want other people to see or feel. Well, at least not my grandma. That would be fucked up. I tried to hide it when I was with Ashley but then she told me she didn’t care. Then one day when we were making out she stuffed her hand down my pants. It freaked me out at first because you don’t just grab a guy’s dick without some kind of warning. But then she gave me a hand job so I didn’t care anymore about her not warning me.

And then she fuckin dumps me. It’s all my mom’s fault. Ashley came over one day just to hang out. We were up in my room, and even though the door was open we were making out a little because everyone else was downstairs. Then she got up and shut the door and without sayin anything she kneels down in front of me. I didn’t say a word because I wanted to see what she was gonna do. She unzipped my pants, and pulled my boxers down a little, and then she started suckin on my dick. I was about to bust a load right in her mouth but then my mom walked in. Ashley got really embarrassed and didn’t come over again after that. Then she got all weird. She wouldn’t let me kiss her, and she didn’t wanna hold my hand, and she did that all the time. And then she fuckin dumps me. She tells me that she doesn’t like me the way she used to, and it would be better if we stopped seeing each other.

But whatever. That was like two months ago or something like that. I haven’t really been paying attention. Besides, I shouldn’t be thinkin about that stuff now. I can feel something up ahead. I have no idea what it is, but it feels powerful. I take in a deep breath and hold it for a second. I can see like a little map inside my head. I can feel the energy of whatever it is, but I can’t get a picture. And it feels so fuckin weird. I know what demons feel like, and I know what vampires feel like, and I know what other slayers feel like, but this is different. It’s like a slayer, but also like a demon. I don’t know what it is, but it’s only like two blocks ahead of me. I let my senses reach out even farther and about five blocks ahead is a cemetery. Maybe I should just go there? I can see about five newbie vamps, and it’s been awhile since I’ve slayed. If you think this is the first time then you’re wrong. I do it all the time at home when my moms skip patrolling.

Anyway, I should probably just head to a cemetery, take out those vamps, and then go back to the school before anyone knows I’m gone. But I have to find out what this thing is. I’ve never felt anything like it before and just feeling it is getting my blood pumping a little faster, and I’m breathing a little harder. Alright, keep it together. It’s probably just some weird demon doing some spell to try and looks like a slayer. Maybe all the other slayers can’t feel it’s a demon 

because they’re not as powerful as I am? I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. I just need to figure out what the fuck this is because not knowing is starting to drive me a little crazy. So I start walking towards it, and the closer I get the more I feel a little……uncomfortable. Kinda like someone’s watching me or something. I don’t like that feeling. I get a cold shiver down my spine and I put my hands in my jacket pocket. It’s fucking cold out tonight, maybe I should’ve just stayed in bed. Wait a second…I can’t feel that thing anymore.

“What the fuck?!” I scream when something tackles me. What the hell? Why didn’t I feel that coming? As soon as I hit the ground I roll on my back and kick out with my legs. The thing goes flying back and hits a wall. I have no idea where I am exactly but we’re by a bunch of like, office buildings or something and no one else is around. That’s a good thing because I don’t want anyone else trying to get into this. I jump up to my feet and get in a fighting pose. I take out my stake even though this thing isn’t giving off any vamp vibes. You’d be surprised at how many things you can kill with a stake. The thing stands up and my jaw drops when I see what it is. Well, who it is I guess. “You’re a slayer?” My eyes roam up and down her body. “What are you like four feet tall?” She’s probably the shortest girl I’ve ever seen who isn’t a little kid.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead she lunges at me, and punches me in the face. Damn, that actually hurt. She tries to hit me again but I push her back. I can’t hit a girl, especially not one this short. She screams this loud, high pitched scream and I think my ears are bleeding. She lunges at me again, only this time she’s doing a combo of different punches and kicks. I block all the ones I can, but she still hits me a couple of times in the side of my head. Damn, this chick has definitely been eating her vegetables. I grab both of her arms to stop her from hitting me again, but she knees me in the stomach. I can’t believe I’m getting my ass kicked by a girl. I mean, female empowerment and all of that crap is great, but still. All of the wind is knocked out of me, but I don’t let go of her arms. I sweep her feet out from under her, and she falls a little. She would be on the ground if I wasn’t holding onto her.

“Ow, son of a bitch!” I scream when she uses the fact I’m holing onto her arms against me. She’s so short she was able to swing a little, and she kicked me hella hard. Luckily it was only my shin. If this bitch kicked me in the balls I wouldn’t be holding back anymore. She keeps trying to kick me, but I start swinging her a little so she can’t get her balance, or lock in on a target. This is bullshit and it needs to stop now. She does kick me again, right on my back over my kidney. That’s it I’m tired of this bullshit. Her kicking my kidney hurt bad enough that I fall to the ground. I land on top of her, and I’m still holding onto her arms. I pin them to the ground and get my legs on either side of her. I pin her thighs together with my knees and now she can’t move. I’m not using all of my slayer strength because I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want her to get free and hit me again.

“Let me go!” she screams, and starts struggling even more. She’s like one of those dogs on the Dog Whisperer that he puts on the ground. They buck and they kick and they screech but he never lets them up until they’re calm. I’m not sure if that’ll work with her or not but I’m not letting go until she either calms down or gets so tired she passes out. I could beat her in a fight if I really wanted to, but I don’t want to do that. I really do think if I let her go before she’s too tired to fight then she’ll try to kill me. There was something about the look in her eyes when she was attacking me that I really don’t like. I could just tell that she wanted me dead. Now that she’s on the ground and I’m not letting her up she just looks really pissed off. “Let go you son of a bitch! Let me up!” I wanna tell her fuck no, but saying anything will just piss her off even more.

I can tell she’s getting tired. Her muscles are so tense and just by the look on her face I know that they hurt. We’ve been like this, on the ground with her struggling under me for about fifteen minutes. I don’t know how much longer it’s going to take but I’m starting to get a little sick of it. Why can’t she just calm the fuck down? I wasn’t going to hurt her. I never tried to hurt her. I blocked all of her attacks and pushed her just the once. Why can’t she just stop? I squeeze my legs a little tighter when she starts trying to roll from side to side. She doesn’t even look human anymore. The strained look on her face and all of the noises coming from her is making 

her look like an animal or something. She’s stronger then any other slayer I’ve ever been up against. We’ve only been like this for about twenty minutes now and I’m starting to sweat and my breathing is getting a lot harder.

I look into her eyes and I don’t see anger, and I don’t see hate. I see fear and a little bit of awe. I guess I’m the strongest person she’s ever been up against. I’ve never seen her before, not at the school or anywhere else. I guess she could be one of those rogue slayers. Grampa Giles is always trying to get Mama to help out with them. She thinks I don’t know the password to the internet account but I hacked it. I’m not getting an A- in computer science for nothing. If she is one of those rogue slayers then it’s no surprise that she attacked me. Most of the girls live out on the streets and they don’t trust people. Maybe she thought I was gonna hurt or something? I don’t know, but now that I’m pretty sure she’s rogue I’m not holding on as tight. I still got a firm grip, and she can’t get lose, but I’m not…being as mean about it.

She stops moving, and her body goes completely limp. It’s like she surrendered or I dunno, maybe she trusts me? I mean, I’m not being so rough with her anymore so maybe she knows I’m not gonna hurt her? We’re both breathing hard, and she’s staring right into my eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like hers before. There’s just so much there. It’s like I can see everything she’s thinking, but at the same time I have no idea what’s going on inside her head. Our faces are only like five inches apart and I can smell her breath. It smells bad, like she hasn’t brushed her teeth in a while. She smells a little bit like BO so I guess she hasn’t taken a shower in a while either. Our breathing starts to slow down a little bit, and everything is completely quiet. Things are starting to get a little awkward because I’m still on top of her.

“So…” I say and she looks at me like she’s expecting me to say more. I have no idea what to do. I’ve never been attacked by someone like this before and I can just tell that she’s not going to do it again. She knows I’m not going to hurt her, and I just know she’s not going to hurt me. So now what are we supposed to do? “You like milkshakes? There’s an ice cream parlor about three blocks back if you want some." She nods her head a little and I slowly get off of her. I’m only about 89.4 sure she’s not going to hurt me, but there’s still that 10.6 that she could hurt me. So I need to be on guard. What I wanna know is how the hell she took me down like that without me feeling her. I mean, I felt her and I can feel her now but it’s like she disappeared for a few seconds and snuck up on me. Why didn’t I hear her?

It doesn’t take us long to get to the ice cream shop, and she didn’t say a word the entire time. I tried to start a conversation but she’s either deaf or she just didn’t care. I think I’m gonna go with the second one. When she was yellin at me earlier she didn’t sound like a deaf person. I open the door for her like a guy is supposed to and she just stands there. What the hell is her problem? She gets this little suspicious look on her face and I have to force myself not to roll my yes. I take a step back and let go of the door. She catches it before it closes and walks inside. She doesn’t trust me, that’s pretty obvious. I’m not the one who tried to kill her so she doesn’t really have a reason not to trust me. I crack my knuckles ‘cause that always calms me down a little bit, and I walk inside.

“So…”I say and look up at the big menu thing. I don’t have a lot of money on me. My mom won’t raise my allowance for whatever stupid reason. As long as she doesn’t want a banana split I should have enough to buy us both something. “What do you want?” I glance over at her and she shrugs. Well at least she’s acknowledging that I’m standing next to her. On the walk over she didn’t nod or shrug or do anything that let me know she heard what I was saying. “Want me to pick something for you?” She shrugs her shoulders again and I have to force back the sigh. Girls can be so frustrating sometimes. “Why don’t you find a place to sit and I’ll order?” She nods her head and walks off. Great, I have no idea what she likes. I walk up to the counter and put my ten bucks on top. “Hi, I want one strawberry milkshake, and one chocolate, please.” Girls like chocolate right? The lady behind the counter smiles and pushes some buttons on the register.

“Alright. Would you like small, medium, or large?” I tell her medium and she pushes some more buttons. She has this little smirk on her face, and I don’t like it. It’s like she knows 

something that she wants to say but she’s not going to say it. Don’t you hate it when people get that look on their face? It drives me crazy. Mama gets it on her face all the time but I learned a long time ago not to ask when she has that look on her face. Anyway, I give her the money and she gives me back my change and receipt. It cost almost seven bucks for two medium milkshakes? These things better prevent cancer or something ‘cause no milkshake is work that much. This is bullshit. After the guy in the back is done making them he hands them to the chick and she puts them on the counter in front of me. “Here you go. I hope you and your girlfriend enjoy them.” She gives me a little wink and my ears start to burn. Why the hell am I blushing?!

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I mumble as I take the shakes. I turn around and glance around the room. There are only five other people here, and all of them are either teenagers or bums. I spot the girl sitting in a booth closest to the door, and she’s in the seat facing the door. Oh yeah, she’s definitely a slayer. At least I think she is. Maybe a slayer demon…thing, I dunno. I don’t even have to reach out with my senses. I can feel her from here. I definitely feel both slayer and demon. So what the hell is she? I walk over to the table and sit down across from her. I don’t like sitting with my back to the door, no slayers do, but I don’t want to sit next to her ‘cause that would be weird. I put the chocolate milkshake down in front of her and she looks at it for a few seconds like she doesn’t know what the hell it is. “It’s chocolate.” I don’t know what else to say.

“Thanks,” she whispers and I just nod. That’s the first thing she’s said since she attacked me. I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it or she might not talk anymore. She takes a little sip through the straw and I can tell by the look on her face that she likes it. I start drinking mine and look out the window. What the hell am I going to do? It’s pretty obvious she doesn’t have a real home, unless she’s just one of those hippy freaks that don’t bathe. I can’t just leave her here to live on the street, that’d be fucked up, especially if she’s a slayer. So how the fuck am I gonna get her back to the slayer school without dragging her there? “What’s your name?” Huh? I look over at her but she looks down at the table. Why won’t she look me in the eyes?

“Matt,” I say and she nods her head a little bit. I just look at her for a few minutes, I mean I really look at her, and she’s actually pretty cute. She’d be better looking if she got a shower, but she doesn’t look that bad. She takes another sip of her shake, and looks up at me. She looks so nervous, and scared, and I just wanna…I don’t know, protect her I guess. Her eyes look so sad, and I want to do something to make that look go away. “What’s yours?” She finally looks into my eyes and she doesn’t look so afraid anymore. She looks almost…well relaxed definitely isn’t the word but she doesn’t look as freaked out. She has this little look in her gray eyes and it’s like she wants to talk to me but she doesn’t really know what to say.

“Brooke,” she says and takes another little sip of her shake. I guess she’s trying to make it last. She looks down at her shake for a minute and then looks back at me again. She looks a little relaxed now. Her shoulders aren’t as tense, and her breathing is a little softer. “What are you?” Huh? I furrow my eyebrows a little bit, and she looks a little nervous now. “You’re really strong. Stronger then anyone I’ve met. How?” That’s a fair question, I guess. If someone held me down and I couldn’t get up I’d want to know why they’re so freakin strong. I take another big gulp of my strawberry shake, and set it aside. This might take a while if she doesn’t know about slayers and stuff.

“Do you know why you’re so strong?” I ask and she nods her head a little bit. “So you know about slayers and demons and vampires and all of that?” She tenses up again, and this time she shakes her head no. “It’s alright. You don’t gotta get all….” I take in a deep breath and hold it for a second. Getting mad at her isn’t going to help anything. “I know why you’re so powerful, but I don’t explain it that well. There’s this school not far from here for slayers.” She looks a little confused again. “For girls like you. There’s people there that can explain everything.” She looks nervous again, and now she’s sipping almost non-stop at her chocolate shake. “I’m not gonna make you go or nothin, but the people there are good. If you don’t wanna stay there and go to school they’ll give ya a warm meal and a nice place to sleep, at least for 

tonight.” Her eyebrows tweak a little bit, and I know she’s interested. I look down at my watch and sigh. “I gotta get back before I get in trouble. If you wanna go then lets go.”

I take one last big gulp of my strawberry shake, and she does the same. We get up and walk out the door. As soon as the cold air hits us she starts shivering. She’s wearing some jeans that have a couple holes in them, some old Converse, and a dark blue sweatshirt but it’s old and a little ratty and not good for keeping the cold out. Well this is a dilemma. I should take off my jacket and let her wear it ‘cause she’s still shivering and we’ve been walking for like two minutes now, but if I take it off and give it to her then I’ll be all cold. I’m only wearing a t-shirt under this jacket. It’s really warm and comfortable, and expensive. I remember Mama bitchin about that ‘cause Mom went out and bought all of us some really expensive jackets. Mine’s black and filled with goose down. It has a big hood with some fuzzy stuff around the edge. I really love this jacket……so she better not trip and get it all dirty and torn up. It’s already suffered enough from when she attacked me.

I unzip it and pull it off real quick. I shiver a little as the cold air hits my warm skin. I wrap my jacket around her shoulders and she jumps a little bit. I guess she wasn’t expecting that. She looks over at me and I just kinda smile at her. She smiles back and puts the jacket on all the way and zips it up. I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me. What? Why the hell should she get all the warmth? She doesn’t tense up, and she doesn’t try to pull away like I thought she was gonna. No, instead she rests her head on my shoulder and I feel her let out a little sigh. Ok, so I guess she’s comfortable with me now. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Maybe I can get her to stay at the slayer school and she won’t have to live on the street anymore. That would be good ‘cause everyone needs a place to call home.

BPOV

We’ve been patrolling for almost five hours now and we haven’t found the girl. We’ve looked where the locator spell said she last was we asked some of the people who live around here if they’ve seen her and no one has. Then again crack addicted homeless people don’t really make the best witnesses. We don’t know where else to look, or what else to do. We didn’t just look at the place she’s been staying at. We also looked in all of the cemeteries in the area, and went to some of the all age night clubs and showed the bouncers her picture. They said they’ve seen her before but she hasn’t been around the last couple of nights. We’re at one of the clubs now, and it isn’t so bad. The music and people are a little more goth then I’m used to but everyone is just dancing and having fun so I guess it doesn’t matter what they look like or what the music sounds like.

“We need to find her, B. She can’t just stay out there all night. It’s thirty degrees outside and it’s probably going to snow by morning,” Faith says and takes another swig of her beer. She’s had a little black rain cloud over her head since we left the slayer school. I get that this wasn’t a normal patrol so I understand why the playful banter wasn’t there like it usually is, but she didn’t have to be completely silent. When I asked her if she was cold or if she wanted my extra jacket she could have said yes or no. She didn’t have to completely ignore me. And I know she heard me. But it’s not that big of a deal. I’m not going to let it get to me because that will just start a fight and I really don’t want to fight right now. Right now I want to just relax, have a couple of beers, and head back to the slayer school.

“Faith, she’s been surviving on the street for eight months. I’m sure she found a warm place to sleep. Maybe she found someone to take her in for the night or maybe she found a different building to sleep in. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s a slayer, she’s tough.” I glance over at Faith and she has a sad look on her face. She lifts up her beer bottle and downs half of it in one go. I hate it when she tries to get drunk on purpose. Why can’t she just deal with her issues like a normal person? Well, I shouldn’t say that. She probably just wants to get out of here. I asked 

her if we could stay and have a couple of drinks and five bucks says she’s going to down two of them as fast as possible and say ‘ok I had a couple lets go’.

“Slayers can still get really cold, B. Just because it takes more for us to freeze to death it doesn’t mean the cold can’t hurt.” I just know she’s talking about her past. Back in Boston her mom could never afford to pay the heating bill so in the winter Faith was always really cold. She told me that once she almost got frost bite, and that’s why she can’t really stand the cold. Even in the winter here she can be a little…dramatic about it. Personally, I like my nights a little chilly. When the room around you is cold it makes a perfect excuse for snuggling up to Faith under a nice big blanket. But if the house gets a little chilly, and by a little chilly I mean anything under sixty-five degrees she gets all…whiney and complains because the heater is ‘broken’ when really we don’t need it seventy degrees all the time.

“I know baby,” I say and wrap my arms around her. We’re sitting in a booth which makes this easier. She leans against me and I’m thankful that she’s accepting my comfort instead of trying to act all macho. “We looked for a long time tonight. Tomorrow we’ll send a small army out looking for her. We’ll say its recon only, and to contact us as soon as they spot her, and we’ll be there as fast as possible to talk to her and see if we can’t get her to come back with us.” She nods her head a little bit, and takes another sip of her beer. She isn’t chugging it anymore, which is good. I don’t want her to get drunk, a little buzzed maybe so she’ll be more relaxed, but I really don’t wanna have to carry her back to the school or something like that. I’ve had to carry her before when she got so drunk she couldn’t walk, and she played with my boobs the whole walk back. I love her to death but she can be a little…annoying sometimes.

I know what’ll make her feel better. I turn a little bit so I’m sitting right next to her, but one arm is wrapped around her lower back. I lean over and kiss the soft skin of her neck, and nuzzle the little spot right behind her ear and breathe in her scent. I very slowly run my other hand up and down her thigh, and lightly drag my nails along the inner seam of her jeans. She takes another long drink of her beer and I can tell she’s trying not to let this affect her. But I know her body very well, and I can tell she’s getting a little worked up. I take her earlobe in my mouth and start to gently suck on it. I bring my hand up to the crotch of her pants and every time I suck I rub my fingers hard over her pussy. She moans this deep, throaty moan and just the sound of it makes my clit give a little throb.

“Hey baby?” I whisper in her ear and a little shiver goes down her spine. I pull back a little so I can glance around the room. I smile when I find what I was looking for. I lean closer to her so my lips are pressed lightly up against her ear. “Whatta ya say we take this over to that nice, dark little corner where no one is hanging around? I think we could have a lot of fun over there, baby.” Her breathing gets a little more labored and I can’t help but smile. Even after all these years together we still have enough passion for each other to consider having a quickie in a little dark corner of a nightclub. She pulls back a little, and turns her head so she can look into my eyes. Hers are so dark with desire they’re almost completely black. I can’t help but shudder a little as a fresh wave of arousal attacks my body.

“You wanna be a naughty girl tonight, huh B?” she asks with a little smirk splashed across her lips. She leans in so close until her lips are lightly grazing my neck. I can feel her warm breath brush again my overheated skin and I arch my neck to give her more room to explore. She picked up on what I was trying to do right away and now she’s turned the tables on me, and I have no problem with that whatsoever. “You know just as much as I do how loud you can get, B. You’d have to be really quiet if you want me to fuck you up against that wall.” Her words make my pussy clench and my nipples harden. My breath hitches in my throat and she chuckles all throaty and sexy. I love it when she does that. I need to focus though because right now isn’t about me it’s about her and making her feel better because this mission is really getting to her. Faith feels like she’s responsible for all of the rouge slayers out there and nothing I say is going to change that.

“Huh-uh,” I say and look into her eyes. She’s so turned on now, and seeing her cheeks slightly flushed and that wild look in her eyes is turning me on even more. “That’s not how it’s going to work tonight, baby.” I lean in super close until our lips are slightly touching, but I don’t kiss her. I continue to look into her eyes and she raises a challenging eyebrow. “Whenever we go out and we’re bad and get into all kinds of mischief…” She likes it when I talk like this. Like we’re a couple of kids being sneaky and getting away with something. “…you always get to have the fun. I wanna have fun tonight Faith. I wanna hold you up against that wall and dig my fingers deep inside you until you want to scream. And then if I feel like being really nice I’ll let you come on my hand.” Her cheeks are darker, she’s starting to sweat a little, and her eyes are darker now then I’ve ever seen them before. Saying she’s turned on would be an understatement.

“So why are we still sitting here?” she asks and her eyebrow rises just a little higher. I close my eyes and kiss her. It’s a hot, steamy kiss that sends shivers down my spine, and makes my pussy clenched and ooze out more wetness. We pull back from the kiss when oxygen is needed. Faith’s lips are swollen, and darker then normal and it looks sexy as hell. I think it’s a little insane that we’ve been together for a little over fifteen years and we’re still madly in love with each other. Not only in love with each other, but we’re still attracted to each other. Isn’t marriage supposed to kill your sexual desire? Well Faith and I are still very active in that department. Maybe not as much as we used to be, but we still know how to get each other’s engines revving. I can smell her arousal and it’s making my mouth water. I really want to eat her out right now, but doing that is too risky. Having sex in public is fun until you get caught. Then it’s embarrassing and it majorly sucks.

“Come on,” I say and hold onto her hand. I stand up from my chair and my knees feel a little weak. “I want you now.” I gently pull on her arm. She takes one last swig of her drink, and we make our way over to the dark little corner. As soon as we’re near it I press her up against the wall. I’m holding onto her hips, and her arms wrap around my sides and her hands are rubbing my shoulder blades, and my mouth attacks hers. At least that’s what it feels like. This kiss is primal, and a little violent, but it feels amazing. She’s kissing me back with just as much vigor and her tongue lightly rubs against my lips. I open my mouth and pull on her tongue with m teeth. I wrap my lips around it, and suck on her wonder tongue. I start to grind against her at the same rhythm of the sucking. She starts whimpering, and her nails dig into my back. I had every intention of teasing her until she asked for it but at this point I’d just be cruel to myself.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” I whisper into her ear as I slowly drag my hand down her stomach. She’s still whimpering and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. But she can’t get too loud or else we’ll get caught. I highly doubt any of the men are going to break us up but some of the waitresses will probably get all offended and grossed out. I don’t really blame them, but that’s not the point. The point is Faith needs to be quiet or some of those waitresses could come over here and tell us to leave. “You have to be quiet, baby, or I’ll stop.” She nods her head a little, and almost instantly her mouth is attached to my neck. She’s going to leave a hickie, and right now I really don’t care. I stop grinding against her long enough to get her pants unbuttoned and unzipped. I really wish I could’ve pulled the zipper down with my teeth. She loves it when I do that.

As soon as her pants are undone I slip my right hand inside. There’s so much heat confined in this denim I think I’m going to be burned. I play with the curls on her mound for a few seconds. I can feel her hips moving around, trying to seek out my fingers to give her some sweet release. I don’t make her wait very long. I dip my fingers lower until I feel all of the liquid heat there just waiting for me. I really want to eat her out right now. I really, really, really do. I gasp a little when I feel just how wet she is. If she wasn’t wearing any clothes her wetness would be dripping down her thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever felt her this……oh, what’s a good word? Scorching, yeah that’s a good word. I don’t think I’ve ever felt her this scorching before.

My fingers touch her clit and she moans a very long, throaty moan that sends a pulse of arousal right to my crotch. I hope I’m able to walk after this or Faith is gonna have to carry me back to the school, and her legs will probably be wobbly for a while. But then again Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. Hahahahahahahahaha. I crack myself up. Anyway, I start rubbing her clit between my middle and ring fingers. She moans again and her heads tilts again and leans against the wall. I duck my head down and start very slowly sucking on her neck while I slowly rub her. She’s making these sweet little cooing sounds and clawing at my back. I know she needs more, there’s no way she can get off with me just touching her like this. So I move my middle finger and gently caress her clit.

“Oh fuckin God,” she says and I put my mouth over hers. Maybe this will help her be quiet. She kisses me very sloppily as she clings to me and grinds against my hand. I can feel her clit throbbing and that feeling is sending little shockwaves up my arm and down my spine. It’s been a while since we’ve had sex and tonight I’m definitely going to need some. Especially after having her like this. I suck on her bottom lip, and I can feel her heavy breathing. She’s breathing out of her nose and she sounds like a bull or something. I let go of her lip and rest my forehead against hers. She’s making the softest little whimpering sound and I can’t help but smile a little bit. I can’t move my hand any faster then this without ripping her jeans and that would be of the bad even though I’m sure she wouldn’t care at the moment. I bring my lips to her ear and give the lobe a little tug.

“You like that, huh baby?” I ask and my lips brush against the shell of her ear. “You like my fingers fucking your wet cunt?” She lets out a strangled moan, and her hips jerk extra hard. So I guess she likes the spicy talk. That’s good to know. “How wet are you, baby? How much honey is dripping out of that sweet hive of yours?” I’m not sure what I’m saying at this point. My mind is so cloudy from just needing her, and hearing her, and feeling her, and loving her but I guess it doesn’t matter what I say because my words are spurring her on, and bringing her closer to the edge. “You’re such a bad, dirty little girl, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you out here where everyone could see us. You’re such a little slut. But you’re my little slut. You’re mine.” I feel her nod her head, and I leave a kiss on the shell of her ear. I start rubbing her clit even harder and her whole body shivers.

“You’re getting so fucking close baby,” I whisper in her ear and tug on her earlobe again. I start rubbing her harder and she’s starting to moan a little louder. I put my mouth over hers again because I really don’t want to get caught. She’s so damn close and if we have to stop now then she’ll be in a horrible mood for the rest of the night. I feel her body start to stiffen and I can’t help but smile. “That’s it nasty girl, come for me.” Her eyes roll back, and her head leans against the wall again, and she starts laughing. Not a full on belly laugh but she’s giggling like crazy. I can’t help but smile at her and shake my head. She’s such a lunatic sometimes. But she’s my lunatic and I wouldn’t have her any other way.

FPOV

I feel Buffy shiver a little and I tighten my grip on her. We left that club about half an hour ago but we had no idea how to get back to the slayer school. We probably shoulda brought a local with us. Shoulda, woulda, coulda but we didn’t. So I called the school and talked to Giles. He sent one of the slayers to pick us up. We waited outside in the freezing cold for our ride to show up, and I’m not just being dramatic. We were only outside for like ten minutes and by the time Nicole showed up me and Buffy were shivering and turning blue. Now we’re cuddled up in the back seat of the car. Even if it wasn’t’ freezing balls in here we’d still be all cuddled up to each other. Every time we have sex we always get very touchy feely afterwards. Even if it’s just a quick fuck in a club while Heart Shaped Glasses is playing I always feel very emotionally connected to her, and she feels the same with me.

She turns a little so she’s looking into my eyes and she has a little smile on her face. I can’t help but smile too at the look in her eyes. It’s the look she gets whenever we have sex in public. It’s a look that says ‘oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that!’ in a slightly embarrassed tone. I know all of her looks and this is one of my favorites. I give her a little peck on the lips, and she smirks. I don’t know why she’s smirking but it’s damn cute. She leaves a little kiss on my chin, and then slowly kisses her way down my jaw line until she’s right were my jaw meets my neck. Her kisses are very light and it makes me giggle a little bit. I’ve been giggling like an idiot since I came. It happens sometimes. You can’t always control what you do when you orgasm and sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, I’ve done it all. I’m pretty much a psycho but not the bad kind.

“You still cold baby?” I ask when she stops kissing me and shivers again. She nods her head yes, and I tighten my grip on her a little more. I glance up to the front seat and Nicole’s eyes are focused on the road, and she looks completely relaxed. She totally isn’t paying attention to us, which is good. I turn my head some more so that my lips are touching her ear. “How ‘bout I warm you up?” I kiss my way down her jaw line until I reach the corner of her mouth. If she wants me to do this then she’s gotta reciprocate to let me know. I smile a little bit when she closes that gap and kisses me on the lips. I gently caress her stomach under her shirt and lighten up the kisses a little bit. I don’t want to get B off. I just want to get her warmed up so when we get back to the room she’ll be ready. I don’t spend too munch time rubbing her stomach. I glide my hand up her body and slide it under her bra, and start teasing her tit just the way she likes it.

“Somebody’s an eager beaver,” she says with a smile and I chuckle. She cracks me up, there’s no doubt about that. We start kissing again, and her nipple hardens under my gentle touch. I really wish I could take her coat and shirt off and give it some proper attention but I don’t think she’d go for that with Nicole only a couple feet away from us and everything. She kisses me deeply and I can’t help but respond. It feels so good being able to just relax and make out with her like this. Coming here for Addy’s birthday was definitely a good idea. After all that tense shit that happened back at home it’s nice to just get away and be ourselves and forget about our problems for a little while. B’s still upset that I didn’t trust her, and that I took Mattie’s word over hers. I apologized and kept my mouth shut about most of the shit I was feeling. If she had slept with Xander I don’t think I’d be able to look at her the same way ever again.

Some of you might be wonderin ‘what about that redhead bitch she slept with back in Redding?’ Well you gotta good point. She did fuck some bimbo and in my fuckin house no less, but there’s a huge difference. She slept with that chick ‘cause of a physical need. God knows we hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and we’d be broken up for a couple months before she went out and found herself a hussy to bring home for a night. Just the thought of it still pisses me off. I don’t like the thought of my wife fucking anyone but me, but we gotta face the facts. With that bimbo it was meaningless rebound sex, and yeah I was pissed off and even after we got back together it took me a while to get over it, but I got over it. But sleeping with Xander is a whole different thing.

After the fall of SunnyD and we all settled up north we got really close, and Xander was one of my best friends. And one thing you’re not supposed to do is fuck your best friend’s ex. And one thing you’re not supposed to do is fuck your ex’s best friend. There was so much history between if they had slept together it would’ve been more then just a one night stand. Xander is still kinda in love with her and he would’ve been all……emotionally involved, I guess is a good way to put it. And he would’ve been cheating on Katie, which is just another reason to be pissed off about it. I was never that close to Katie, but I always liked her. No one deserves that kinda hurt. But whatever. I’m over the whole being weird with her because I thought she had sex with Xan-man. She’s good with me again too or she wouldn’t have fucked me in that club. And let me be the first to say that it was fucking hot. I love it when she talks dirty like that.

“Uh, guys?” I hear Nicole say I take my tongue outta B’s mouth and back into my own. I look up at our driver and she looks a little embarrassed. “We’re here.” I look out the window and yet, we’re back in the garage of the slayer school. I wonder how long we’ve been parked. I look over at B and she has a huge blush on her face now. I guess we got a little carried away. By the smell in the air I’d say we’re both really fuckin turned on. I know I am, and I’ve already had some release. B hasn’t had any at all. I’m surprised she isn’t going crazy. We all get out of the car and all three of us shiver a little. Fuck, it’s cold in here. I’m gonna have to talk to Giles about getting some type of heating in the garage. Not because I don’t like the cold but because all this cold isn’t good for the car batteries.

I put my arm over Buffy’s shoulders and we make our way back to our guest house. She wraps her arm around my lower back and gets as close to me as possible. She lived her whole life in Southern California so she’s not used to this kinda cold. Her mom had to turn on the air conditioning on Christmas Eve ‘cause the fire they had goin in the fireplace made the house too hot. I thought that shit was pretty funny. B doesn’t know what it really means to be cold. Sure she had that whole inner frozen thing going on when she was fuckin Spike, but she doesn’t know what it’s like to live in a house with no heating and it bein ten degrees outside and you think you’re gonna lose your toes to frostbite. And if I get my way she’ll never know what it’s like, and neither will my kids.

“Having deep thoughts?” B asks when stop in front of the door. I look over at her with a shy smile on my face. I don’t like it when I get so caught up in my own head that I forget other people are with me, especially when I’m with Buffy. I don’t want her to think I’m ignoring her on purpose. “It’s ok sweetheart. We have a lot of stuff going on right now. It’s ok to get lost in your thoughts.” She’s so damn good to me, you have no idea. “I wanna do something……different tonight.” She gets a little smirk on her face and a gleam in her eyes. I know what that means, she wants to be naughty. She got that same look on her face in the club before she dragged me over to that corner. Before I can ask what she wants to do she kisses me and wraps her slender arms around. I get caught up in the feeling of her for what feels like hours, but then she pulls back, and looks into my eyes.

“I know you brought the toy,” she says and that little gleam just keeps on shining. I smile and nod my head. I take that with us whenever we travel jus in case we wanna use it. “And tonight I wanna do the spell.” That’s nothing new. We do that all the time. Red came up with this spell to make the strap on feel real and it’s fucking awesome. Getting to feel Buffy’s pussy wrapped around me all hot and spongy……I’ll never be able to really describe what it’s like, and I feel like I should kiss Red as a thank you for teaching Buffy that spell. Well, how to make the potion. What you gotta do is put on whatever is you’re gonna use, and then swallow down this nasty potion and two minutes later it feels like you got real cock. “But tonight I think I wanna be the one wearing it.” Holy shit. I think all of my blood is now in my pussy, mostly my clit, and I feel like I’m gonna come just standing here.

“Well you know what they say, B. Thinkers think and doers do. I think we need to turn you into a doer.” She smiles and I wink at her. “In more ways then one.” That gets a little chuckle and an eye roll. Sweet. I love making her do that. I pull my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. I open it up and wrap my arms around Buffy’s waist. I lift her up and she starts laughing. She thinks it’s funny how impatient I can be when it comes to sex. I set her down on the floor and close the door with my foot. I toss the key onto the little end table and pick her up again. I tickle her a little bit just for the hell of it, and she starts laughing and squirmin around. I stop though when I hear something. She hears it too and stops laughing. Great, the TV is on, which means one of the kids is up. I set her down and we walk into the living room. As soon as we see who’s on the couch B gives out a big sigh.

“Why does he have to take after you?” she asks and she sounds amused and irritated at the same time. I chuckle and give her a little kiss on the neck. She’s irritated because we see the back of Mattie’s head. He’s sitting on the couch watching TV. Nothing wrong with that, except it’s a little too late. Nah, what she’s irritated about is the fact that someone is resting their head on his shoulder, and it looks like he has his arm wrapped around her. My son’s a player. There is no doubt about that. The kid isn’t even fifteen yet and he’s already seen more action then most boys his age. At least I think he’s had more then normal, unless it’s normal for thirteen year olds to get head. “You think you can handle this? I’m starting to feel very……frustrated.” Awww, poor baby. She really needs to get some release before she fucking explodes, and not in a good way.

“Yeah, B, I got this.” I give her another little kiss on the neck and then one on the cheek and she sighs. “Why don’t you get started without me and after I send her back to her dorm I’ll help you finish?” I top that off with a little nibble on her neck and she sucks in a deep breath. She looks into my eyes and just shakes her head a little bit. She’s got this cute little smirk on her face so she’s probably gonna do as I suggested. She leaves a little peck on my lips and walks off to the bedroom. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Why haven’t they moved yet? Me and B weren’t exactly quiet when we walked in the door and with Mattie’s advanced hearing and slayer senses he shoulda known we were comin. I walk around to the other side of the couch and I can’t help but smile. Both of them are sleeping. The girl is wrapped up around Mattie’s side with his arm around her shoulders. I know I should be irritated but that’s just too fuckin adorable.

“Matt,” I say and push at his leg with my foot. He moves a little bit and my smile gets bigger. What he did was put his other hand on the girl’s thigh and pull her a little closer. Well, it looks like my boy found another girl to love. It’s almost sad we’re gonna be headed home after Thanksgiving. His poor little heart has been broken once, and I’d hate to see him all depressed and moody again. Mostly ‘cause it was fuckin annoying. I turn the light on and shut the TV off and both of them start to stir a little. That’s better. “Alright guys, nap time’s over, it’s time to wake up.” They grumble a little bit and Mattie opens his eyes. He looks over at the girl next to him and then up at me. He looks a little confused, but then his eyes get all wide. Yep, now he knows he’s in trouble. He takes his arm off the girl’s shoulders and she grumbles some more.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he says and his voice sounds all gravely from sleep. I chuckle a little bit and shake my head. Of course it is what it looks like. He invited a girl over while we were gone, and knowin my kid she probably has a couple hickies on her neck. I smile a little when I remember the hickie I left on B’s neck. She’s right our boy does take after me. “Mama, you don’t get it. It’s really not what it looks like.” I sigh and cross my arms over my chest and raise my eyebrow a little bit. I’m not one of those bullheaded parents who never believe their kid. I’ll let him say his peace and then decide if he’s telling the truth or not. He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. Ok so he doesn’t think this is a big deal but he knows I’m gonna yell at him for something. “After you guys left I went patrolling.” My whole body tenses up and I hold my breath. Oh man I am gonna kick his ass later. “And I found her.” He found her?

“Ok so I didn’t find her, she attacked me, but I held her down and when she knew she couldn’t get up she stopped trying to kick my ass.” I sigh, close my eyes, and pinch the bridge of my nose. So Mattie went patrolling and some girl tried to kick his ass so he brought her back here? “She wouldn’t tell me, but I don’t think she has a place to live.” What? I look open my eyes and look over at the girl again and this time I really look at her. No….it can’t be. I pull a picture out of my jacket pocket and glance back and forth between her and the picture. Oh fuck me. I sigh a very deep sigh and put the picture back in my pocket. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure this is Brooklyn Andrews. I’m surprised she hasn’t woken up yet.

“Why don’t you go to bed, and I’ll get her situated,” I say and he knows I’m not asking. He tries to stand up but Brooklyn wraps her arms around him and snuggles closer to him. Wow, she really doesn’t want to let him go. I sit down next to her on the couch and rub her back a little. “Brooklyn, it’s time to wake up.” She grumbles again and burrows her face in Mattie’s neck. He’s starting to look really uncomfortable. “Come on, Brooklyn, wake up.” I shake her a little bit and that does the trick. She lifts her head up and her eyes flutter open. “Hey sleepy head.” She looks over at me and at first she’s relaxed, a little confused maybe but fine. Then all of a sudden she panics. Her eyes get all big and she jumps up off the couch. She backs up and she’s in a defensive fighting stance. Mattie stands up and he looks like he’s trying to talk down a wild animal but I don’t move.

“It’s ok, Brooke,” Mattie says and I just watch. If I stand up and try to reason with her now I’ll just freak her out every more. I’ve dealt with kids like this before. You just gotta let ‘em calm down before you start talking, and especially before you try to touch ‘em. If I tried to touch her right now she’d freak six ways from Sunday so I better just back off and let Mattie deal since she trusts him. You don’t curl up on a couch with a guy and fall asleep against him if you don’t trust him. I look over at Mattie and his eyes are focused on the girl. I’ve never seen him like this before. I don’t even know how to describe it. “She’s just my mom. Don’t freak out, it’s ok.” Brooke looks over at him and they just kinda stare at each other for a minute or so. Then she lowers her arms to her sides. She glances over at me but only for a second before her eyes move back to Mattie. That’s weird. When she looks at me her shoulders tense but when she looks at Mattie they relax.

“Why don’t we all just chill out?” I ask and lean more against the couch. I check out the girl’s clothes and can’t help but notice that her hair looks like she dipped it in week old cooking oil. She hasn’t had a shower in a while, that’s obvious from the smell. I don’t wanna be mean or offensive but I don’t know if there’s a nice way to put this. “You can get a shower if you want. I’m sure some of my wife’s clothes will fit you, and I can wash those.” She looks over at me and she tenses up again but not as much as before. She doesn’t say anything, but she nods her head a little. Well, that’s progress at least. “The towels are under the bathroom sink. I’ll go get you some clothes.” I stand up and start to leave the room but then I stop and look at her. She’s a little closer to Mattie then she was when I was sitting down. “There’s a fresh razor in the shower so feel free to use it. Matt, why don’t you show her where the bathroom is while I get the clothes?”

As soon as I start walking again I hear her whispering to him. I can’t hear what she’s saying but by how fast she’s talking and the tone of her voice I’d guess it’s not good. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do now that she’s here. I really didn’t expect to find her this way. Should I call Giles and tell him she’s here? The girl’s killed before and she’s clearly unstable and who knows what could happen if she has a freak out, and I have no idea what the fuck could set her off. I hate to admit it, but I could use some help. She trust Mattie, she’s talking to him, and she listened when he told her it was ok, and she didn’t have to worry. Maybe I should let him stay up while I talk to her, maybe that will make things easier? Alright Faith, let’s focus on one thing at a time. She’s going to get a shower and clean herself up and you’re going to get her some of Buffy’s clothes.

Oh crap. Buffy’s expecting me to go in there and have sex with her. Damn, she’s going to be frustrated. And she’s gonna be pissed as hell when she finds out Mattie when patrolling on his own after we told him to stay inside. We figured since this girl was attacking men he would do more harm then good. We’ve been testing the kids a little since we’ve been here, and Mattie’s senses are off the fucking charts. If this girl hadn’t been so dangerous we woulda taken him with us to be our bloodhound. But I guess it was better that we didn’t ‘cause here she is and he’s the one that found her. Well, the way he talked it up it sounded like she tried to kill him. I know he’s down playin it ‘cause whenever he lies he holds his breath a little like he’s trying to anticipate how I’m gonna react to whatever he’s saying. But Mattie’s strong, he’s stronger then all the slayers he’s been up against including me and B so I’m not worried about him being alone with her now.

“Hey baby,” I hear Buffy say after I walk in our room and shut the door behind me. “What took you so long?” I look over at the bed and she’s lying there in nothing but her white, lace babydoll and she lit a couple candles which is making her look even sexier. I love it when she wears the white, lace babydoll. It makes her look all innocent, and sweet. She wears it when she feels like getting very naughty. Like she wants to be all deceiving. Ya know, like she wants to look all sweet and nice but then be really bad. I guess she was totally serious when she said she wanted to wear the strap on tonight ‘cause the box it’s in is sitting on the end table next to her side of the bed, and the little bottle of potion is next to the box. Damn, damn, damn. Why can’t I just ignore everything else and be with her tonight? ‘Cause I have a fourteen-year-old murderer showering in my bathroom. I hate it when shit like this happens.

“I’m sorry babe, but we’re gonna have to make a rain check on this. Mattie went patrolling while we were gone and you’ll never guess who attacked him,” I say and chuckle a little. Her eyebrows furrow a little and she looks all pissed off. I wait for her to make the connection. And in five……four……three……two……one……bingo! Her eyes widen and she looks all freaked out and worried. She jumps off the bed pretty fast and I think she just got whiplash. “Don’t worry, B, he’s fine. She tried to hurt him, but he’s stronger then her. And I don’t know what the fuck happened out there for sure, but she trusts him. They fell asleep together on the couch, and she won’t talk to me but she was whisperin to him when I was walking in here. She’s takin a shower and I’m gonna let her wear some of your clothes. Girl hasn’t had a shower or fresh clothes in a while. You think you can make her something to eat while I figure out what the fuck to do?”

“Faith we need to call Giles and tell him we found her,” she says and slips into her cotton robe. I love that thing, it’s so damn comfortable. I have one just like it, but mine’s red and it isn’t as soft as hers. I don’t know why, that’s just the way it is. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her. She’s been extra clingy all night. I don’t mind giving her this extra attention if it’s what she needs. I love her more then I did when I first fell in love with her. More then I thought I’d ever be able to love her. Sometimes she drives me a little crazy, but she’s my girl. She rests her head on my shoulder and hugs me back. I give her a little kiss on the lips. Nothing sexy or romantic, just a little contact so she knows I’m here for her. After I pull back from the kiss I look into her eyes and give her a little kiss on the nose. It makes her smile which is why I did it.

“I know we need to call Giles, but I don’t wanna do it right away. He’ll drag her off and start running tests and lock her up in one of those rooms. I don’t know why, but she trusts Mattie, and when she was about to freak out and maybe run away from me he calmed her down. You didn’t read her file, B, you don’t know how fucked up she really is. If she’s finally found someone she can trust I think we should let her be with him for a while before the goon squad comes and takes her away.” The protocol on rogue slayers is they’re immediately taken to the infirmary to be checked out. Then they get to shower while two other slayers watch to make sure they don’t try to run away. They get clean clothes, and a tooth brush, and then they’re taken to a room with a bed and a sink and a toilet and locked in for the night. In the morning the psychologist come in and try to figure out exactly how dangerous the girl is.

“Ok sweetheart, we can do that,” B says and gives me a little kiss on the lips. She knows how much I hate the protocol. We might as well be locking the girls up in a jail cell. I’ve talked to Giles about it before, yelled at him a couple of times, but he won’t change it. He said that he doesn’t really like it either but it’s for everyone’s safety. I guess he’s gotta point, but I still don’t like it. Buffy starts rubbing my back and I hum a little bit to let her know that’s just what I need right now. “It’s way passed late. Maybe we should just let her sleep on the couch for the night, and we can talk to Giles in the morning.” I smile and give her a little kiss on the lips. What can I say? My girl knows me well. She knows I want some time to think about this because I know exactly what else needs to be done.

Giles is going to have to call the cops. This girl is in foster care and if he gets caught keeping her here without the state’s permission the school could be shut down and all of these girls will go back to their parents or be put in foster care. He’s dealt with the system before and most of the judges like him because he takes girls who are treated like garbage, and gives them a nice place to live, and a good education, and even after they graduate he gives them options. He’d never just kick a girl out onto the street, and if he couldn’t find a place for her to go then they can always come to Lincoln. They could crash on our couch for a little while until we can figure out what to do. But some of the kids that come here who are in the foster system already have to stay there. For whatever reason the judge thinks living in a house that looks like a crack den would be better. So I just need to figure out what to do with her and then I’ll call Giles.