Oblivious to the Obvious
by Rochelle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, but who am I to dictate who you bow down before? ;o)
For: Bonnie, give 'em hell up there in heaven :o)
"Dammit Faith, wait up!"
Screw her, I'm sick of watching her and those damn jocks. That's not it, it's not her fault. God get a grip Faith, she doesn't know why her being with those guys gets to you so much.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
She grabs me by the shoulder and spins me round to face her.
"Well I'm sorry if I don't enjoy watching you get off with all those jocks."
She gets that confused look on her face, like she doesn't know what I'm talking about. Damn she looks so sexy right now, I can smell the sweat coming off her from dancing and her hair's all over the place.
"Nothing ok? I'm tired, I'm going home."
"No you're not."
"Excuse me?"
"I said you're not going home. Mom's away, so you're coming back to mine and we're sorting out whatever your problem is."
I give her my best look of disbelief. Who the hell does she think she is telling me what I'm gonna do. No-one tells me what to do, I do whatever the fuck I want.
"Please Faith?"
Okay, well I do whatever the fuck I want until she starts pouting at me.
///////////// 10 minutes later ////////////
I stand behind her as she unlocks the door and try to compose myself. I gotta think of something to tell her, some story or other otherwise she'll know. Dammit, why the fuck did I agree to go out tonight? Of all nights, I should've known I couldn't handle myself out there tonight. After that slay I was so worked up, I should've gone back home.
"Faith?"
I look up at her with a questionning look.
"You can come in you know."
Duh. How'd I miss that one? I walk in behind her and shut the door. I look around and take off my boots. B would kill me if I trailed dirt everywhere.
"Feel like a drink?"
"Sure. What you got?"
I follow her through to the kitchen and she chucks me a soda out of the fridge.
"So...We can either sit in here and talk or go upstairs. It's your call."
I think about it carefully. Comfy bed laying next to B or cold kitchen. Hell I'm not telling her anything anyway so I may as well go for the bedroom.
"Let's go upstairs."
I follow B upstairs and she sits down cross legged on the bed and indicates for me to do the same. Okay so it ain't laying next to her like I thought but I can do indian style sitting.
"So you gonna tell me why you wanted to split so quickly?"
"No reason B."
I try to keep my voice even but it ain't working. I keep thinking and I can't get it out my mind. Would it be so bad trusting her and telling her? I mean maybe she wouldn't freak out, maybe she might like me back.
"C'mon Faith. You and I both know something's bugging you. Do you trust me?"
Huh? How comes she had to ask me that, dammit. Now what the hell do I say to her? 'Yeah B, I trust you, damn I love you.' Fuck that, I still....No I can, I trust her.
"Yeah I do."
"So can you trust me not to freak out or hurt you or whatever you're thinking I'll do if you tell me what's wrong?"
That's the one million dollar question B.
"I don't know. I want to, but I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Of telling you."
There we go, not such a bad start. B leans forward and wraps her arms around me, hugging me gently.
"I'll take care of you, k?"
Oh god did she have to do that. I get up quickly and look at her before running my hands through my hair.
"That's the problem B!"
"What? Me trying to look out for you?"
"No! You! Don't you get it? Haven't you noticed by now?"
She gets up off the bed and walks up to me, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Faith, calm down. What have I done?"
I shrug her hand off. I'm betting with what I'm about to say, she won't want her hand there anyway.
"You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what Faith?!"
She asked obviously getting tired with me. Fine she wants to know, I'll tell her.
"That I love you!"
"You...Uh, huh?"
Fuck I shouldn't have said anything. I walk a couple of steps to the door and then turn around to face her. I'm trying not to laugh at the situation but she's wearing the confused look on her face again and it makes me think she really is a natural blonde.
"Faith, stop. You're not going anywhere till we talk about this."
I throw my hands up in the air and blow out the breath I was holding. I should've known she'd be so damn organised about this.
"Trust you to be so fucking systematic about this. I love you Buffy, that's it. That's the thing. That's what's bothering me. There is nothing to talk about so I'm just gonna go."
"And what if I wanted to say something Faith? What if I wanted to talk about this with you?"
I'm trying my best not to get pissed at her but fuck, she's pissing me off. I'm not good with my emotions so why won't she just let me go.
"What if I love you back?"
That's a good reason to not let me go.
"You don't though, so we have nothing to talk about."
"Did you ask me? Did I say I don't love you back?"
"Well...No I didn't."
She smiles at me before pulling me further in the room and shutting the door.
"So ask me."
What? She's actually serious, she wants me to ask her? Fucking hell, I knew telling her would be bad but I didn't expect for her to lose the sanity she had left.
"Faith, ask me."
"I uh...Well..Do you?"
She shakes her head at me still smiling. Well why the fuck did she get me to ask if the answer was no then? She's one messed up chick.
"Ask me the question. The whole question Faith. You're usually a lot more mouthy than this, don't go shy on me all of a sudden."
I'm mouthy? Since when! Damn, fine reject me but don't start dissing my personality.
"Do you love me back?"
"Yup."
I shake my head and then do a double take. Did she just?...She said that?...She said she did...Well no she said yup but that's a yes, right? I mean yup is the same as yes...But she can't, can she?
"I do love you back. I don't know when I started loving you, but it just feels right to me."
"I...uh.."
I look up at her and she rolls her eyes. Damn, when did I start stuttering. Tough girl Faith, c'mon pull yourself together.
"Really?"
Okay maybe not tough girl. You're acting like a school girl with her first crush. Then again, Buffy is in high school, wonder if I can get her wearing leather.
"Yes really. What's going on in that mind of yours?"
"Well seeing as you love me. Would you think about wearing leather?"
She laughs and moves so that she's standing right infront of me. Okay so she doesn't have to wear leather for me to love her.
"If you ask me nicely enough, I'll do anything for you Faith."
She says in a husky voice before leaning up and kissing me. All other thoughts fall away from my mind as my arms drift up around her neck. Maybe trusting her wasn't such a bad idea. I'm thinking I like this trust thing as she pulls me towards her bed.
...to be continued...