Our Song
by Coco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Author's Notes: Buffy's POV.
People don't ever see me looking; they don't ever see the wanting in my eyes when she walked in the room. I know I should be thinking this way about Angel but I can't get her out of my head and it bothers me. I mean I'm not gay…at least I don't think I'm gay. But that's not really the point. The point is that I can't get her out of my head and when I see her dancing with all those guys across the room it hurts because I want to know why she doesn't dance will me like that. Oh yeah, because she doesn't notice me.
Sometimes I think that maybe I should just give up on her; maybe I should just be happy with my undead boyfriend that loves me with all his worth. But I don't want that, I don't want to feel cold hands on my body anymore, I want heat and desire. This is what I know I would get if she would just look at me and see how much I want her.
I know what you're thinking too, I'm not stupid. I too have thought that it was just the slayer connection but it's more than that now. Maybe it was that in the beginning when I didn't know her, before we started patrolling together. Maybe it was like that until she brushed up against me one night and since that night I just couldn't seem to shake the sensation that maybe we were meant for something more. But the thing is, she doesn't notice me, she doesn't want to notice me.
Suddenly a song comes over the radio at the Bronze, there isn't a band tonight and I wonder if bands finally got tired of playing here because band members ended up dead. I look out over the floor and see that she is walking towards me and I look at my friends around the table to see if they notice that my breath caught when our eyes met, they didn't. I can't help it. Every time she looks at me I'm amazed that she can have that effect on me…still. I never felt this way about Angel, whenever she's around all I want her to do is take me and kiss me like I've never been kissed before because I know she is the only one that can do that for me.
"Hey there B," She says when she looks at me. I wondered if she noticed the look in my eyes when she approached me. The look of wanting. God I'm such a guy when it comes to her, sometimes I have to whip my mouth just to make sure that I'm not drooling…what she is sexy.
"Faith-" I say and I want to slap myself at how out of breath I sounded. She raises an eyebrow at me and I would pay a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment. "Can I help you?" I ask trying to sound not interested but it isn't working and I know that my friends are looking at me now…I'm so dumb. I think I just might be head over heels for this girl.
She looks around at the scoobs and I know she's wondering what they are thinking about my current state, but honestly I don't care because my eyes don't move from her. She leans in close to me, close enough to where I can smell her, the mixture of leather and cigarettes. "This is our song," she says and I can feel her breath on my ear and a shiver runs through me. "Come on…dance with me." She reaches for my hand and drags me to the dance floor.
We are right in the middle of the floor and the guys she was dancing with before are looking at us like we're crazy and all I want to do is laugh in their faces. Did they honestly think they could have her…I mean seriously. She places her hand on the middle of my back and pulls me closer to her. I can feel her chest up against mine. I move my arm for that it is up over her shoulder and I link my fingers behind her head. She is looking at me, her eyes not moving from mine. One thing I noticed about Faith when she dances is that she doesn't look at who she is dancing with…but she is looking at me now…what does that mean?
You know no one ever told me how confusing this thing called love was. She links her fingers around my back which makes sure that I won't be able to move out of her embrace anytime soon. I can't even hear the words to the song because I am too enthralled in her eyes; it is like she is looking into me, trying to find out what the hell is going on in my head.
Our bodies sway together like it was natural for us to be dancing. Like this is what it is supposed to be, me and her, her and me, not me and Angel, me and Faith. I hear the music slowing and I know that the song is coming to and end and I don't know what to do, should I tell her, or should I just leave everything where it is? She leans close to me once more and smiles. "Our song," she says before she turns and leaves me standing on the dance floor alone. She leaves me wanting more. You know I think I might just have to see if I can get the lyrics to that song, because after all it is our song.