How It Tastes
by Samantha
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I asked for them for christmas, the
lyrics are Christina Aguilera's, I cut some parts out though.
Notes: I just cannot get inspired for longer stories right now, so I keep
sendig all these twerpy ones, oh well, hope u like it.
Feedback: I would love it.
::People ask if I'm in love with you my heart speaks before my mind thinks through, and I blush as I say yes Never thought I'd give so willingly to a human being with abilities to set my free::
It was warm in her room after being out patroling all night. It was fall, but still fall was supposed to be warm in California right? Lousy false advertising, american media selling me false dreams all my life, it was cold out. Buffy invited me in.
"It's late Faith, you might as well stay here," she explained, I nodded, following her inside and greatfully accepting the coffee she handed me before leading me upstairs. She switched the light on as we walked in her room, I slide past her collapsing on her bed leaning against the headboard.
"Sorry about the mess," she apoligized picking up some clothes and stuffing them in an already overflowing closet.
"No problem," I smiled, "you should see my place."
"I have," she laughed. "You're right what am I worrying about?" I tossed a pillow at her she deflected it laughing and sitting down at the foot of the bed.
"So where's your mom?" I asked.
"Some art trip, like always," Buffy shrugged. "It's nice not to have to be quiet coming in, I can even throw on my Britney Spears and dance around if I want," she added perkily, I just rolled my eyes. "Oh like you don't love her," Buffy teased.
"Well sure, I mean she's hot," I admitted.
"Whatever Faith," she rolled her eyes standing up from the bed she walked over to the dresser pulling her shirt off as she went, and reaching for her bra.
"What are you doing?" I asked momentarily spazing.
"Um Pajamas? I like to wear them to bed," she held up a cute pair of flannel pants and a tank top. "Got a problem?" She raised one eyebrow at me.
"No just checking," I shrugged hoping my face wasn't as red as I thought it might be. Turning away from me she unsnapped her bra revealing a clean palet of unmarred skin, surprising considering how many deamons she had faced. After a spilt second her tank top was pulled on covering her again, quickly her jeans were off and the flannels on. She crawled back up on the bed next to me. I wiggled down level with her, she leaned on her elbow looking down at me. I stared up into her eyes and it was just one of those movie moments, where you know she is gonne lean in for the kiss. She smiled brushing some hair off my forehead.
"You've got such beautiful hair," she fingered a peice of it, I swallowed hard, barely getting a word out around the lump in my throat.
"Thanks," it came out hoarse, full off emotions I hadn't meant to let show. She was still looking down at me trying to figure it out I guess, she let her hand drift lazily down the side of my face. Again I swallowed using courage to force the lump away so the important words came out clear. "I'm going to kiss you," I reached up tangling my hand in her hair as it fell over her shoulder.
She nodded licking her lips, and then they were mine. There was no hesitation from her, there wasn't any force either, the kiss was gentle, tasted like unspoken thoughts, and open promises, and feelings I couldn't even explain it was like no other kiss I had ever had. And as my hand trailed down her side meeting with her free hand and twisting together I knew it tasted like love.