Heaven
by Samantha
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did, lyrics belong to Puddle of Mudd.
Spoilers: Nah none.
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to "The Bus" lots of people wanted more, and
I couldn't title the whole series "The Bus" probably is full of mistakes sorry.
Feedback: Gimmie gimmie.
::you could be my someone you could be my seed you know that i'll protect you from all of the obscene wonder what you doing imagine where you are::
It was dark by the time I got home; I let myself into my apartment and was greeted by the obnoxious beeping of my answering machine signifying I had a message. Probably Angel, he is always checking up, oh a whole three messages, he really cares. I press the message button and sit down to listen as I take off my shoes.
"Faith, this is Angel..."
"Like I didn't know that," I shake my head.
"...Wondering when you were going to be in. You should patrol tonight, give me a call when you get in." The phone clicked off and I readied myself for message two.
"Hi Faith, it's me Angel again," I smiled throwing my shoes across the room. "I guess you're still not back, so call me when you get in."
"But yet you did call me one more time just to make sure I wasn't ignoring you huh?" I asked the machine as it beeped to the next message. I stood to get water from the kitchen.
"Hi Faith, it's me Buffy," wow did I really just jump that far back across the room? I am standing next to the machine again. "I guess you're not back yet huh? Hope the trip's all right. Um... so yeah I just wanted to say hi, make sure you got home safe. Why don't you give me a call back? Um...I should be home till like ten or um... yeah, so call me. Love you, bye."
I smile down at the machine. Did I ever mention Buffy leaves the best messages? I love when she rambles like that. Not really saying anything but talking all the same. That's all I really need anyway I don't care if she is telling me how to de-worm puppies, she is just so cute. Fuck what time is it? I look at the clock. 10:15, fuck hope she is still home. I pick up the portable and quickly dial her number. One ring, ok only Dawn will get the phone on the first ring. Two rings, now we are entering Buffy territory, three rings, it's either Willow or the answering machine. The answering machine.
"Hello."
"Buffy, hey I totally thought I missed you..."
"You've reached Buffy, Dawn and Willow..." Does anyone else really hate people who put messages on their machines like this? It is like their sole purpose is to embarrass you alone in your house.
"...And we'll get back to you soon. Bye!" Beeeeeeep.
"Hey B, what's up? I got home safe, got your message. Just wanted to return your call. So, guess you are out, give me a call later, bye." I hang up the phone. Fuck, I didn't say 'I love you'. Shit, should I call back? Will that look stupid? Fuck. Ok... um. Shit. Guess I won't call back. If Dawn or Willow got the message they might wonder. Ok so no calling back. Hand, what are you doing? Why are you picking up the phone? Whose number is that? Buffy's, what are you doing? I listen to the answering machine again, this time not fooled by the false Buffy voice.
"Hey B, um it's me again, just wanted to say I love you, cause you know I didn't before, so yeah, bye."
I sit down on the chair leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. I blow out causing the few strands of hair on my face to flutter. Bet now she thinks I am a total moron. I jump as the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Faith?" I relax back into the chair.
"Hey Angel, what's up?"
"Been home long?"
"Missed you to Ang'."
"Sorry, Um, how was the trip?" I have to laugh at him.
"It was good, I just got in like ten minutes ago. So I am patrol girl huh?" I look around the room trying to visually locate my shoes.
"Yeah, well just around Labrea park area, been some vamp activity there, so do a couple sweeps then get some sleep ok?"
"Yes'm captain."
"Goodnight Faith."
"Night." I hang up the phone and stand stretching. I locate my shoes and head out the door.
When I get back in hours later. I am happily greeted again by the machine beeping. Only one message. If it is Angel I swear I will stake him. I press the button and sit down to listen.
"Hey, Faith, it's me again." Woo hoo! Buffy! "Sorry I missed you. Well it's like 12:45 here, I guess I am gonna go to bed, just got in from patrol, no real action tonight, which is nice, I'll get some sleep for once. Well yeah, I'm taking the portable to bed with me so feel free to call. So I will talk to you later. Love you baby."
I glance at the clock, it is almost two. My night was full of vamps, she said I could call back, so I guess I should. I pick up the phone and start to dial after two rings a sleepy voice answers.
"Hello?"
"Hey," I say quietly.
"Hey baby, how you doing?" I hear her yawn.
"Good, just got back in from slaying," I pull my shoes off and cross into my bedroom flopping down on my bed in the dark. "So how are you doing?"
"I'm good, sleeping."
"I'm sorry, you said I could call."
"No, I totally didn't mean it like that, it's nice to wake up to you."
"Oh, I'm touched," sure I sound like I'm joking but I know I'm not.
"You should be." I know she is smiling when she says this, I can hear it.
"And I am, it's nice to talk to you before bed."
"Aww, thank you baby." I love how she says that, it is so cute. "How was work?"
"Crappy," she laughs, I laugh with her.
"Well if it makes you feel better, I had to sit next to the man who smelled worse than a Volaca demon."
"Eww," she laughs again.
"Yeah, it was nasty."
"I'll bet. Well listen babe, I am gonna go back to sleep ok?"
"Sure B, no problem."
"Thanks for calling, you made my night."
"No problem, I'll talk to you soon." I know I will try to call her tomorrow again.
"Yes you will. Love you baby."
"Love you too, sweet dreams."
"Thanks night."
"Night." The phone goes dead in my ear. I click it off and throw it over the side of the bed. Screw brushing my teeth, if I lay right here I can just ponder over every bit of our conversation till I fall asleep. I roll over on my side and close my eyes.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Or the lyrics, they belong to Anika Moa.
::everyone has missed the bus they're gunning down the two of us been crossing the border corupting my mind::
I was enthralled as I watch my hands slide smoothly over her skin. They followed the curves and dips, molding the bones as I kissed her hips. Gently I kissed my way across her stomach, slowly reaching for...
"Hello? Earth to Faith." I snapped to attention looking up into Cordy's glaring face.
"Oh sorry, um, what?" I stood up from the table where I was zoning out thinking about Buffy. Of course Buffy, I can't remember the last time I thought about anyone else that way.
"I said you have a phone call, line one. Make it quick Faith this is a place of business." She handed me the portable and walked back over to her office. Line one? We have more than one line, I think she is exaggerating. I look at the phone, well hey would you look at that. I press the button for line one.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby," Buffy answered.
"Hey, what's up?" I smiled looking around to make sure Cordy wasn't gonna see the dweeby look on my face.
"Not much, got out of work early wanted to call."
"That's cool, but you know how queen C feels about personal calls at work."
"I don't think I can impress upon you how much I don't care," Buffy said laughing, I joined her.
"Well don't think for a minute I do either."
"Hell no, I know you better. But so anyway I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure what?"
"Well I have a few days off starting day after tomorrow and I wanted to know if I could come visit?"
Ok did she just ask that like I might say no? What is she crazy? Me say no to her coming to see me?
"Fuck yeah B, get your ass up here!" She laughed.
"I was hoping you would say that, I already got my tickets. I'll be there Friday at, um, let me see. Friday at four fifteen. Is that good for you?"
"Yeah, why aren't you bringing the explorer?"
"Well I wanna leave it for Dawn and Willow, you know."
"Plus it'd be nice for you to make it here in one piece." I kidded her.
"Hey, I am not that bad!"
"Sure B."
"Faith tieing up the line. There could be many people in danger trying to call, that money pays your bills," Cordy yelled from her office.
"You hear that?" I asked B.
"No."
"Lucky, I gotta get off, Cordy is raging."
"Ouch, ok well I will see you soon baby."
"Yeah see you Friday, when you staying till?"
"Sunday. I'll see you then babe. Love you."
"Love you too."
I clicked the phone off and sauntered over to Cordy's door.
"You wanted this for some reason?" I asked swinging the phone back and forth.
"Yes," she grabbed it from me hanging it back up, then went back to her paperwork. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave, stopping when she started talking. "So that was Buffy huh?"
"Uh, yeah, why?"
"Just wondering. Don't let her mess with you Faith."
"What are you talking about Cordy?" I said folding my arms knowing I was dropping into bitch mode.
"Oh please Faith, you think I'm stupid? I see the way you look when you talk about her; I see how you looked on the phone with her. You are so totally in love with her."
"And?"
"And she's Buffy, queen breaker of hearts. So just be careful."
I didn't really know how to respond to this? In one way I wanted to tell her to fuck off, in another way I knew she was right. So how to answer?
"Thanks, I'm going to patrol then home." I quickly left her office shutting the door behind me before she could give out any more words of wisdom. I grabbed my jacket and left the hotel.
The air outside was cool and felt good on my face. I hate when people like Cordy feel the need to tell you the truth when it is the furthest thing from what you want to hear. Now I gotta think about all this. Cause she's right. Buffy has broken lots of hearts, and they were all guys, the men she was head over heals for. What the hell is she gonna do to me? On the other hand nothing will ever probably come into being between us anyway so am I just being dumb to even worry about this?
Right, I was being dumb. Ok now all I am gonna worry about is my apartment, oh my god I have to clean before B gets here or she will flip, so right. Patrol now, then clean tomorrow. Friday...well I guess we'll see.
Disclaimer: Ok i don't own buffy stuff, or any food chains or the lyrics,
which i don't know who originally owned..um anything else that is seems far
fetched i would own, i probably don't own.
Author's Notes: Probably lots of mistakes, please ignore them. Lets see for
some reason you all like that i am making them happy, but don't trust that i
will keep them that way, i don't see where this distrust came from....
::Sweet dreams are made of these who am I to disagree?::
If this guy doesn't start making lattes faster I am going to have to start slaying people. I crane my head up trying to see how many people exactly are in front of me, still quite a few. I sigh looking at my watch, almost one. I already have Angel's pigs blood, now all I need are, I glace at my list, two vanilla lattes for Fred and Gunn, a cinnamon cappuccino with extra foam for Cordy, a plain tea for Wesley, and Protein Blast Fresh Samantha for me. Now if this line could fucking move!
My thoughts were cut off by the ringing of my cell phone, I check the number, not one I know.
"Hello?" I move forward with the line as it finally moves some.
"Hey honey, it's me Buffy."
"Hey, what's up?" It takes me a minute to realize. "Shouldn't you be on a bus?"
"Well I should be." Oh no I feel the big time disappointment coming, you know the one where your stomach falls and nothing else that day will ever seem good? Yeah that disappointment. Buffy continues. "Well I got on the bus, and now I am in some stick town between Sunnydale and LA, and when I say stick just let me tell you, I mean they have like three stores on main street, none of them a Starbucks."
"So why are you there?"
"Oh yeah, the bus broke down."
"Oh, so you aren't coming."
"What? No I'll be there; it just probably won't be till at least nine. There is no auto shop in town, the closest one is a half hour away, they can't come out here till four, so we are pretty much screwed for now."
"Are you serious? Where are you, children of the corn land?" I laugh and the woman in front of me looks back at me strangely.
"Please do not joke like that, not when you very well know that vampires and demons exist why not scary children who kill for corn gods." I laugh again.
"Ok, ok sorry my bad. Listen I am on a coffee run right now, so I gotta go, but call me if you find out anything else, otherwise I will be at the bus stop at nine, ok?"
"Ok babe, wait coffee run? Where are you?"
"Starbucks," I say quietly smiling.
"I so hate you," she laughs. "Enjoy it for me, I'll see you later baby. Love you."
"Love you too, bye." I close my cell phone shoving it back in my pants pocket. Well what the hell am I gonna do till nine? I was having trouble killing time till four. Well at least she is still coming. Way to fucking scare me. The lady in front of me orders her coffee, then turns to me.
"So someone's coming to visit huh? Your boyfriend?" I just sorta stare at her for a moment.
"Oh, uh, well yeah someone is coming to visit, but not a boyfriend, just a friend, a good friend, but there is nothing between us. We don't do anything. Like I mean we hang out, but just as friends." Oh god did I really just Buffy ramble? This poor woman.
"Ohh, sorry." She pays the man and takes her coffee, as she turns to walk away she looks back at me. "But you like him." Again I can do nothing but stare at her, but given that the alternative was rambling I guess this is best. She smiles at me and walks away.
"What can I get for you miss?" I snap back to attention when the cashier speaks, and I start reading off my list.
Later after work I sit on my couch thinking over the events of my day and wondering if I am really ready for Buffy to get here. I went to work, got coffee, blah blah blah, left work, got coffee, at dinner, went on a sweep, cleaned the apartment, showered, changed. Now here I am at, I look at my watch, 8:28pm, and I am ready to go pick her up. She hasn't called yet to give me any more details so I figure they must have gotten everything together and are going to be in at nine. Ok apartment clean, food in fridge. Considering what this place looked like a couple hours ago, it is in tiptop shape. So I'm going now. I stand up and grab my jacket, taking one final look around the room; I leave locking the door behind me.
The bus station is almost deserted, guess not many people are coming into L.A. on the nine o'clock from Sunnydale. If the town were smart they would all be getting out of there. Ahhh the joy of ignorance. I stand near sign six, this is where they told me her bus would be, right about now, since I have already been here fifteen minutes. Should I take Buffy to see Angel? He just got broody when I told him she was coming. I felt bad; he doesn't brood nearly as much now days and I had to go ruin it for him. Oh, there's a bus, and it's slowing down, oh yeah this should be here. I'll figure out the Angel thing later.
The bus comes to a stop and I wait as an old man makes his way off nodding politely at me. Then she steps off. Even in her disheveled traveling clothes she still looks beautiful. She smiles when she sees me walking towards her.
"Can I tell you I have never been so happy to see you?" She asks dropping her backpack and throwing her arms around me. I smile returning the hug.
"I am just glad you finally got here." I pick up her bag and motion my head towards the car, as we walk she links her arm through mine.
"Oh my god that was the worst ride of my entire life, I am so tired and so hungry. Once we finally got out of that town they didn't stop again except to let people off, so I haven't eaten anything but some pop tarts, and a lot of peanut butter m&m's. You have to feed me." She says squeezing my arm.
"Ok, I promise I will," I answer laughing. "So you want to do anything tonight or just chill?"
"Just chill I think, I will try not to pass out on you. Let's rent a movie or something. But tomorrow night, you know we are going out. Did you patrol yet?"
"Yeah, I did enough, Angel knew I was picking you up tonight, so he took over tonight, we gotta do a bigger sweep tomorrow night though." We reach the car and I unlock it throwing her bag in the back seat. We get in and leave the parking lot. "So what you in the mood for?" I ask as we drive towards my apartment.
"I seriously don't even care." She answers leaning her head against the window. I reach over and squeeze her arm, getting a smile in return. "How you doin?" she asks.
"I'm good," I smile putting my hand back on the wheel. "So Double meat, Subway, Taco Bell..."
"Taco Bell," Buffy sits back up at that suggestion. "I haven't had Taco Bell in so long. God, I forgot how wonderful L.A. is. We used to go to Taco Bell like every Friday, then we would go to hang out by the Chinese theater, have you been there?"
"No, not yet."
"Oh my god, we so have to go while I'm here." I laugh at her excitement and continue driving home. Why did I let Cordy make me worry like that? There is no reason everything is perfect like this.
I unlock my door and we make our way into the apartment, carrying her bag, and tons of Taco Bell. I flick the overhead light on and dropping her bag I lead her to the kitchen.
"Wow, this is really nice Faith," she says looking around.
"Eh, not much, but you know, it's home for now."
"Oh for now huh? You thinking about moving up?"
"You know it." I smile and sit down at the kitchen table unloading our food. She sits in the chair next to me and grabs a taco, she takes a bite.
"You so rock my world Faith, I love you." She continues to devour the taco in about three bites. I smile watching her.
"I love you too B."
"I am so fucking happy to finally be here."
"I am so happy you are here, wait did you just even say the F word?" I pretend to be shocked.
"Shut up," she slaps my arm playfully. I laugh, and continue eating. We finish up and head to the couch. I have only a limited supply of movies in my apartment, pretty much composed of "Showgirls", "Bound", and "Emperors New Groove". So um, I am kinda hoping to avoid the whole movie thing, unless maybe something is on cable. I glance at the clock, almost eleven already, wow, don't know how that happened.
"How'd get so late?" I ask Buffy.
"I don't know, but I am so tired. And my back hurts from those stupid seats on the bus." She stretches twisting a little to ease her back. I smile at her. "What? That grin is evil, pure evil."
"No, fine never mind."
"Oh, no you can't do that."
"Do what?" I ask innocently.
"That 'oh I have a plan but I am not gonna tell you thing' nope sorry. There is totally a rule against that; it's like a commandment or something. 'Thou shalt not withhold plan from curious friend' see so you gotta tell." I laugh at her logic and receive the most pitiful pair of puppy eyes the world has seen. Oh she looks so cute; I almost want to not tell her just so she will keep making those eyes. Oh no not the lip quiver.
"Ok," I throw my hands up, "I give up I'll tell, just stop with the lip." She smiles brightly at me. "Faker. All I was gonna say was that I would give you a massage since your back hurts."
"Dude, you would so rock my world if you did that. I love your massages. Where do you want to do this?" I stand up and she follows me.
"The bedroom I guess the bed is easier." I start walking towards my room and she follows.
"You are just always trying to get me in your bed aren't you," I laugh and shove her into the room.
"Get in your pajamas, leave your shirt off, lay on the bed, you know the routine." I go back into the living room locking the door and turning off the lights. Whenever she says things about me wanting her I wonder if she knows how right she is. I go back to my room and find her just lying down on the bed, shirt off as instructed and hair in a bun. She smiles at me.
"Come on, work your magic." I laugh and walk over to the bed, I climb on and strattle her sitting on her butt. It's funny I almost feel nervous to be doing this, like she is judging how worthy I am by how good the massage is. I want her to feel amazing; so far this is the only way I have to do it. I start at her shoulders rubbing small circles with my thumbs and working out the small knots I find. I slowly work down her back with the same motion right on either side of her spine. Then I rub each vertebrate one at a time all the way back up. I continue rubbing up her neck; she tips her head flat down for the best effect. She knows how I work best, and I know what she likes best. I run my hands down her back pressing, and then back up with the same pressure. I hear her sigh and know I am making her feel good. I move up to her right shoulder, rubbing till I feel her tension leave, then I rub down her arm, working first the upper arm then the lower, I get to her hands. This is my favorite part, I rub each finger separately taking time to work the palm of her hand, I know how much she likes this. I do the same thing on the other side. I return to her back again giving it another whole sweep. I glance at my watch and realize it is almost twelve. I stand up slowly, letting blood back into my legs.
"Where you going?" She asks sleepily.
"I am gonna change for bed. Get under the covers babe." I pull them back from under her then cover her with them. After tossing her a tank top I slip quickly into a pair of shorts and a tank top, then into bed next to her. She rolls over putting her arm across my stomach, I have mine around her, I rub her back softly through the fabric of her shirt, except for her lower back which is blessedly bare. I rub her arm gently the same way, sometimes running my nails down it like she likes.
"Thank you baby," she says quietly leaning her head up and kissing me gently on the jaw, before snuggling back down.
"No problem," I say just as quietly. Does she even know what she is doing to me? I wonder. My last thought is how warm her breath is on my collar before I drift to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, or Britney or her lyrics.
Notes: I swear I haven't forgot about you guys or either of my stories, I
just moved and before I moved had to have my computer totally gutted, so they
took off freaking microsoft word, I am so pissed, can I download it anywhere?
so yeah this is done on wordpad and it is late and I am sure there are lots
of mistakes...I wish I owned Britney..anyone wanna get me her for my
birthday? hey and while I am being random..like I said it's late, anyone in
England got any favorite american candy and would like to start trading
packages of candy? cause your candy rocks..ok done now.
::I'm a slave for you I cannot hold it I cannot control it I'm a slave for you I won't deny it I'm not trying to hide it::
We did the tourist thing all Saturday. Buffy wanted to show me all her favorite spots from when she lived in LA. That was an interesting experience to say the least. I wouldn't wish being on Melrose ave shopping with Buffy on my worst enemy. How does a girl spend an hour in Bath and body works? Bath and body works for gods sake! It's funny I wouldn't have any patience with someone else doing that, but with her? Everything's fine. I kinda like how I gotta take care of her, make sure she has her purse, her keys, etc. It's cute.
Before I know it, it's dark out, and after grabbing a quick bit to eat we patrol for a while before heading home.
"So B, you wanna go out tonight?" I ask casually.
"Oh hell yeah! As soon as I change we are out," she smiles linking arms with me. As we get to my apartment door I pull out my keys and unlock it letting her pass through first.
"Ok, just give me five minutes to change and we'll go ok?" I smile nodding at her knowing that five minutes Buffy time is actually at least a half hour real time. I shut the door behind me and while she is in the bathroom check for messeges, nope none, who would call? Buffy is here, we already checked in with Angel. Then I head into my room to change for the night, I don't think being covered in vamp dust is the look for the night. Let's see....black tank top, black tank top, black tank top, black tube top. Ok maybe I might need to look into some variety for my wardrobe, but hey that's ok. I mean I do have some other colors. I pull out a dark purple low cut tank top. Yes this will be just right with....I continue to look through my closet choosing a pair of hip hugging black pants. Check the make up and I am ready to go.
And surprisingly only twenty minutes later so is Buffy and we are out the door. As we walk the few blocks to my favorite club I keep sneaking glances at her. She is wearing some almost see through white tank top that laces most of the way up, and a pair of dirty looking blue jeans that I swear if it wasn't for her belt would not be staying on her hips they are so low. So much of her stomach is exposed and I just want to touch it...or lick it...anything.
"Here we are," I open the door to the club and follow Buffy in, after showing our ID's we head for the bar. "So what do you think?" I ask Buffy after placing our orders. She looks around, then answers smiling.
"It doesn't suck." I laugh as I pick up our shots handing one to her. "Thanks," she lifts it in a toast and then quickly slams it back before I can hardly lift my glass.
"Alright show off," I say after finishing my shot. "Let's try this." I order four car bombs, and though at first skeptical soon those are also gone and feeling much giddier we head for the dancefloor. Well as I am pulled to the dancefloor by one excited slayer who hears Britney Spears.
"Ok, now, wow, those were good," Buffy says laughing and dancing up against me. Without thinking my hands are on her hips pulling her closer, now she is grinding right agianst me and it is all I can do to keep my head from falling back.
"Oh yeah?" I hope that didn't sound as lust filled to her as it did to me.
"Yeah." Are those her hands on my hips now also? I think so. I really enjoy Buffy with a few drinks in her. Is this wrong? I bet it is....I mean not that I care, but just so someone knows I do know this is wrong. Oh god is this wrong. She has turned around so now my arms are wrapped around her stomach, her head resting on my shoulder, and her arms thrown over her head and around my neck. Suddenly it occurs to me that we are not alone, there are in fact many people on the dancefloor, and most of them are watching us. Much as I am enjoying this...
"Buffy," I gently turn her around to face me again. Oh god those eyes, I think I just lost all my resolve, no be strong. "How about we get another drink, and find a booth somewhere?"
"Yeah, sounds good, no more carbombs though ok?" I laugh taking her hand and leading her to the bar.
"No more I swear." With a couple of less toxic drinks in hand we make our way to a booth and I slide in, instead of sitting across from me she slides in next to me.
"I am so glad I could come, even though I have to go home tommorow," she says manageing to pout a little and sip from her glass.
"Me too B," I say throwing an arm across her shoulders.
"And, oh god this is going to sound so drunkenly stupid. I am glad that things are good between us now you know Faith."
"Uh, yeah," I pull my arm away from her wondering exactly what she means. I don't need to for very long because all of a sudden she is kissing me. Not the slow kissing like in Sunnydale, but full on passionate I want to take you home kissing. And damn is that a hand on my thigh? It so totally is. One of my hands finds it way up to her face, she pulls back looking at me.
"I'm tired Faith, can we go back to your place?" she asks biting her lip. I nod silently and allow her to pull me out of the booth and toward the door.
Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy or Faith. The lyrics belong to whoever write
Willa Fords songs=)
Notes: Ok so still no microsoft word so please ignore spelling mistakes and
such. Hope everyone enjoys this!
::just one night hold me tight oh tighter and tighter, till I tell you to stop, no I didn't mean stop I meant go, go, hold me::
Am I really going to do this? She is drunk, I know she is. But then again so am I. And she has been acting like she might want this for a while now. I mean that night in Sunnydale things were pretty intense. I am so jumping to conclusions anyway, she said she was tired, she probably just really does want to get a good night of sleep before going home, I mean she works and slays all the time, the girl has got to be exhausted. Wow I totally can't get my head to shut up.
"Faith?" Buffy is looking at me expectantly, shit, what did I miss?
"Yeah?" Oh that was a smooth answer.
"The key." Fuck. I look up realizing we have somehow gotten into my building and to my apartment without me realizing it. Now I am looking stupidly at my door.
"Oh, yeah sorry." I start to fumble through my pockets for the key.
"It's ok baby," Buffy breaths into my ear, her arms working around my waist, palms flat on my stomach, moving under my shirt. Finally finding the keys I almost drop them before I can even open the door. Buffy lets go of me laughing as she moves past me as I attempt to pull the keys out of the door. Ok calm down you are going to break the door, I take a few deep breaths. Ok, now there see much better. I have the keys now and shut the door locking it. I turn to Buffy who is sitting in the corner of my kitchen counter having a glass of water.
"So, um when you're done, come on into the bedroom, um, we'll get some sleep, I guess you are probably really tired huh?" I say all this backing towards my room. What does that look she is giving me mean?
"Come here," she holds her arms out towards me, and against my better judgement I go to her. She slides her arms around my waist pulling me in between her legs, my arms wrap around her waist, hands resting on the smoothness of her back.
"What's up B?" Damn did I manage to say that alot smoother than I would have expected.
"I love you Faith."
"I love you too."
"Good," she smiles, her head dipping down so her forehead rests on mine.
Without thinking I tip my head up so our lips connect. This kiss isn't filled with the urgency of our earlier one, it's slow. My mind registers all the smells and tastes of it. Vanilla scent, cherry lipgloss, alcohol. And now I feel her hand sliding up my arm, her nails gently scratching as they make their way back down. I pull her tighter to me and feel her breath into my mouth. She slides off the counter sending sparks through my body as it comes in full contact with hers. Our kiss has become more intense again, I'm surprised to find one of her hands making its way up to my breast, squeezing, and pulling a little on my nipple. This time it's my turn to loose my breath. I move my mouth away from hers and start kissing down her neck. She tips her head back allowing my better access, I move down from her neck kissing across her shoulders pulling down the straps of her shirt, as I pull her shirt down further exposing her breasts I quickly replace the fabric with my mouth, pulling first one nipple then the other into my mouth. As I twirl my tounge around her erect nipple I feel her hands twisting into my hair pulling my head harder to her, so I increase the pressure of my sucking, adding a few nips here and there. Hearing her moan almost makes me fall over as my knees go weak, I can feel the wetness spreading between my legs.
"Faith," she says her voice thick. I stop immediatly though, thinking I had done something wrong.
"What's wrong?" I ask, she laughs at my worried expression pulling my face to hers for a quick kiss.
"I don't think I can stand anymore baby," she says laughing again.
"Oh, shit, yeah," I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, she pulls off her shirt in one fluid motion before falling over onto the bed and pulling me on top of her, not that I am complaining. Her hands work down to the bottom of my shirt pulling it over my head, my nipples harden as soon as the air hits them, then they are quickly in contact with hers. I start working my way down her body again reaching her jeans and pulling them off surprised to find her not wearing any underwear.
"Damn B," I say quietly.
"What? Like I'm sure you wear underwear." She says playfully. I sit up pulling away from her and wiggling out of my pants to reveal a black thong.
"You shouldn't assume things," I say crawling back over to Buffy and kissing her, she flips me over, kissing me roughly and sliding a hand between my legs.
"Next time, I won't say anything till I know then," she says between kisses across my stomach. I feel her move the thin strip of fabric to the side and slip first one finger then two inside of me. Moaning, I arch towards her. I pull her head back up to me so I can continue to kiss her. Her fingers work inside of me reaching for my spot, as her thumb rubs against my clit. Before long I know I will come. My breathing gets heavier and heavier, her fingers are thrusting as far in me as possible. Then I feel the pressure released and my whole body relaxes. She gently removes her fingers, laying down partially on top of me resting her head on my chest as I catch my breath.
I lean over at first to just kiss her forehead, then I find myself once again distracted by her lips. I could kiss her for hours without getting tired of it I think. I think I could kiss her whole body and never get tired of it. I start moving down from her lips to her perfect breasts, even they smell of the vanilla she so favors, from now on that is my favorite scent. I love the little gasps and moans as I suck on one breast while squeezing and twisting the other in my hand. Her stomach is so toned, it ripples everytime I touch it. Where she would usually be ticklish my kisses draw no protest. I move lower untill I find myself kissing just above her clit. I can feel her moving around trying to get my mouth to make contact. Taking pity on her I move down letting my tounge run the length of her slit before sucking gently on her clit. Her moans are louder now, and her hands are tangled in my hair once again. I continue to work her until I can feel she is close, then just as I know she will come in a few seconds I thrust the entire length of my tounge inside of her. I feeling release, and her body shutter until she is pulling me back up even with her, kissing me before we both drift off to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, the lyrics belong to Nsync I love Lance.
::Does he freak you the way that I do?::
I wake up with the sun in my face and emptiness beside me. I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting to belive that she left. God probably freaked out and ran when she woke up next to me. I'm an idiot, never should have let my sex drive make the decisions last night. Fuck.
"Hey, you up?" I hear Buffy whisper, wait how is she whispering if she is gone? She must still be here! Or I am delusional. I crack an eye open to see Buffy pulling a shirt on, already in jeans.
"Hey," I sit up on my elbows, suddenly very aware of the fact that I am still naked.
"I showered already, my bus leaves in like a half hour, I guess neither one of us was in any condition to remember to set the alarm last night huh?" She says smiling at me.
"Guess not," I say returning her smile. "Just let me pull on some clothes, then I'll drive you over. Unless you wanna miss the bus," I say smiling at her.
"Oh no, we played this game baby. Worked for you, don't think Doublemeat Palace would be as forgiving as Angel is." She crawled over to me on the bed gently kissing my forehead. "Now come on I can't be late."
She leaves my room shutting the door behind her. I get up starting to look for a cleanish pair of pants and a shirt. Wow, she didn't leave, and she doesn't seem too freaked. This is fucking amazing, I smile to myself pulling on a pair of jeans and a tank top. I wish she didn't have to leave, I want to wake up with her every morning, stupid Doublemeat. I run a brush quickly through my hair before leaving the bedroom to find Buffy all packed and ready to go.
"Ready babe?" I ask slipping on a pair of sunglasses, and grabbing my keys.
"I guess," she half smiles picking up her bag. I shut the door behind us and lead the way to the car. The ride to the station is quiet, traffic is insane and it is all I can do to get us there safely. I pull into a parking slot, as I roll up my window Buffy starts to open her door.
"Wait B," she stops looking expectantly at me, I lean over pulling her face to mine and kissing her deeply. She kisses me back letting the door shut, I pull back resting my forehead on hers and running a hand through her hair. "I just wanted to do that before we got out of the car, didn't know how you would feel about me doing that in front of everyone." She laughs a little getting out of the car. As we walk towards her bus I throw an arm around her shoulders, again wishing for more time with her but the bus is already boarding.
"So I guess I will talk to you soon?" She asks putting her bag down to hug me.
"You know you will," I say wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"Love you baby," she whispers in my ear.
"Love you too," I whisper back. I pull away and wave as she gets on the bus. Then I have to turn around knowing I can't watch her leave, never have been able to watch anyone go. Still driving to work I can't remember when I was last in such a good mood. Oh wait, it was when I was in Sunnydale.
"Well look who's here," Cordy teases as I enter the office. "And it's barely past noon. What are you doing here when you don't have to be?"
"Just came to make sure you didn't miss me too much," I wink at her.
"Oh please, make yourself useful." She hands me a stack of files, and I happily take them to begin sorting.
By the time night rolls in Fred and Gunn have both joined us, bringing pizza, and we all sit around eating, and laughing. Gunn is telling us about some of the more stupid stunts him and his posse used to pull while hunting demons. Fred and Gunn look so good together, she is sitting on his lap, and together they look so comfy. I hope me and Buffy can look like that sometime
"You actually thought that would work?" Cordy asks Gunn.
"Hey, we were young ok?" He replied, trying to defend himself.
"Yeah, and so was I while I was on the Hellmouth but even I knew that wouldn't work."
"Cause you were a spectacular fighter," I said sarcastically poking Cordy.
"I could hold my own." She says giving me a look, and the rest of us start cracking up.
After a fun day with the gang. Wow I have a gang, never thought that would happen, especially a good gang like this. A good day with them, and an easy patrol, and I was ready to call this my best day ever. I smiled as I entered my apartment and say the light on my answering machine blinking. Taking off my jacket I threw it on the couch and hit the message button.
"Faith, this is Carla, just reminding you about our apointment on..." I fast forward the message, stupid parol officer, still have to see her twice a year, but this is my last appointment. Thank god. This next message better be Buffy.
"Hey Faith," Ca-ching, that's my girl. "So I got home safe, hope your day was good. Dawnie says hi, she wants you to come visit again. And she really wants to come to LA. Anyway....um so I had fun this weekend, glad I got to come see you. Um....about last night, I should have told you something Faith." Oh shit. I sit down I can tell this one is gonna hurt. "I've kinda been seeing someone, so um, ok we need to talk about this, so I'm sorry, give me a call."
Disclaimer: Don't own them, Joss does, Candlebox own the lines.
Notes: Ignore the spelling, Faith is pissed, and rightly so, but she is also
a pushover. Sad sad fate.
::and I try you yes I'll die for you pain in my heart it is real and I'll tell you know how I feel inside feel in my heart it's for you Fuck you I don't want it no more::
I stare numbly at the phone. So this is what it feels like when your whole world suddenly falls apart, and me alone, no one to help with the pieces. She's seeing someone? What the fuck was last night then. I throw a pile of papers off the table sending them flying around the room. I stand up holding my head in my hands, fuck fuck fuck. I walk over to the sink pulling a bottle of scotch out from under it I take a few big swallows. Ok I need to call her. I slowly pick up the portable, I dial her number without even having to think about it. On the first ring she answers.
"Hello?"
"Buffy," I say shortly.
"Faith, hey baby."
"Hi," she fucking leaves a message basically saying 'the sex was fun but oops I got a man' and now she is 'hey baby'ing me? "So who is it B? Corn boy come back from where ever, things not working out with what's her name? What the fuck B?" I manage to keep my voice fairly level, much to my surprise.
"His name's Gabe, he works with me. And that's all pretty harsh Faith." Fuck her for sounding high and mighty.
"Harsh? You want to fucking hear harsh B? How about fucking someone and letting them think it might lead to more? How about never mentioning Gabe to me? How about all the fucking teasing shit you have ever done to me B? How about making me love you and fucking me over for it." Yeah composure gone now I am yelling and tears are streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry Faith, I didn't mean to.."
"Fuck you B." It comes out emotionless. I don't slam down the phone, just set it gently back on its cradle. I look down at the mess on the floor then step over it grabbing my jacket and heading out the door.
The streets are deserted at this time of night. This is usually the time I most like being a slayer. It's our time, even in LA people know better than to wander around at this hour, especially in LA people know better. No demons or vamps to be found at this moment, so instead I battle with my own. I don't know why I let her get to me the way I do. Why she can piss me off and make me so happy all in the matter of a few seconds. It's always been that way, ever since I first met her. I have a problem with beauty. Maybe it comes from my dad never wanting me around, you can blame everything on your dad can't you? I want beauty, I crave it. I do stupid things for it. I did some stupid things for her. I let her get into me like I haven't let anyone in years. And this is what I end up with.
What really pisses me off is that if she called and told me things were over with Gabe, and she needed me, I would be on the next bus to Sunnydale. Like I said, I got a problem with beauty.
Seeing as how there is nothing to fight I start to head home. Angel wants me in early tommorow, though I can't really see myself being too useful tommorow. Still I turn around, heading back towards the apartment. She never promised me anything. I guess it's not really her fault that this all happened. It's all a good time to her, that's all it's ever been to anyone else, so why should she be any different? I should call, no I can't do that tonight she is gonna be fucking pissed at me. See, I fucking already want to talk to her again even though I know it is just gonna make me upset again. It's just, she made me feel. It had been so fucking long since I felt. I just wanted to feel. I wanted to stop the numbness.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, Joss does, Linkin Park owns the lines.
::I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head but the face that I hold inside the face that awaits when I close my eyes face that I watch everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall::
When I open the door to my dark apartment, it is almost four in the morning, the only light is coming from the streetlight, and the only noise is the beeping of the message machine. I make my way across the living room without bothering with the lights. I've been out for almost two hours, the only person who would have called is Buffy. I press the message button.
"Message one."
"Faith, pick.." I press the delete button.
"Message two."
"Are you home? Come..." I press the delete button again.
"Message three."
"Please just pick..." I press the delete button.
"End of messages." I turn heading into my bedroom, after pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top I go into the bathroom. I flip on the light and stand looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot from tears, and from holding tears back. I run my hands through my hair pulling it back from my face. I wipe at the tears threatening to spill.
She fucking called. I can't believe she called. I need to get her out of me, and she fucking calls. How do I keep geting in the situation? I fucking hate her.
I punch the mirror, shattering my reflection, odd it looks a lot more like me now. Looks like I feel. I start to cry, it has nothing to do with the blood dripping down from my fist where I punched the mirror. I don't hate her, I'll never be able to hate her. I lean back against the wall sliding down to the floor. With my head on my knees I cry till there is nothing left inside me.
Slowly standing I wash the cut on my hand and splash water on my face. The clock on my nightstand reads five am. I'm lucky that with my job I don't have to be at work early. Tommorow's gonna be rough enough. I slide under the sheets, and pass out from sheer emotional exhaustion.
I finally make it to work around two, I know I look like shit. My hairs hardly brushed, and I pulled on the same clothes from last night. Sunglasses cover my bloodshot eyes, and bandage is wrapped around my hand.
"Who kicked your ass?" Cordy quips as I walk past her. I just flip her the bird and keep walking into my own personal cubby. I sit down and start shuffling through papers, perfectly aware that it is for no reason. "Hey," Cordy says quietly from the doorway. "Thought you might need this," she holds out a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," I say taking the coffee and setting it on a clear bit of desk.
"So what happened?" Cordy asks taking a seat across from me.
"Ohh," I take off my sunglasses and throwing them on my desk, lean back rubbing my eyes. "Lots of shit."
"Like?"
"I don't really wanna talk about it C."
"Right cause you're a badass who needs no one."
"That's about it."
"It's Buffy isn't it?" My expression, gave everything away before I could think of denying it. "What did she do?" Cordy asked laying her hand on mine.
"You were just right. I shouldn't have, god I don't even know what I shouldn't have done. I fucking shouldn't have let her get into me. I fucking let her in, and she fucked me over." I rest my head on one hand looking over and Cordy who isn't breaking eye contact.
"I'm sorry Faith."
"Yeah well me too."
"You need to talk to her."
"What?" I pull my hand away from Cordy's sitting up straight.
"Just trust me Faith, she is gonna need you."
"Need me? Fuck that C, fuck that."
"Faith, just fucking don't be a dumb ass." She stands up and leaves the cubby. One week she tells me to watch out, the next she is telling me to talk to her. Wish she could make up her mind. I turn the computer on and check my email.
"Shit." Buffy wrote me. Buffy never writes email, she hates it. Taking a deep breath I open the mail.
Faith, Hey. I know you are pissed at me. I know you should be. I am sorry. I don't even know if you will read this stupid thing anyway. So assuming that you are going to delete it without opening I will tell you everything I could never say to your face. I love you, I always have, even when I hated you, I still loved you. I don't know what it is about you Faith but you get to me. I need to think about my future though Faith. Gabe is what I need, he is older and he is responsible, he helps with Dawn alot. We need that Faith. I should have told you about him. But I guess I knew if I did then what happened this weekend never would have happened. And I wanted it to happen Faith, never doubt that I wanted that. I love you and I am sorry, but please don't shut me out of your life. Love Buffy
How do you fucking say no to all that? Stupid as it is I know I will have to talk to her, I'll have to forgive her.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy people, Nsync owns the lyrics.
::cause he don't love your eyes, and he don't love your smile, girl you know that ain't fair cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star::
I hear the phone ringing as I open the door to my apartment. I know it's Buffy, she has left me messages non stop for the past week. I couldn't talk to her yet. I wasn't ready. I sit down next to the phone as it finishes ringing, the answering machine picks up.
"Faith, it's me, I know I should stop calling, but I just keep hoping....Nevermind, fuck, ok. I am not gonna say.." I pick up the phone.
"Buffy."
"Faith? Hi! You picked up, I am so glad you picked up. How many of my messages have you sat there listening to?" I smile at her babble, knowing it is her way of side stepping the real issues.
"Cut the shit B." I hear a long sigh on her end of the phone, I reach over flipping on the light and looking at a photo of me and B she gave me last time I was in Sunnydale. I am almost startled when she begins to talk again.
"You're right Faith. I'm sorry. I fucked up." I snort trying not to laugh.
"Ok, I more than fucked up. I so beyond fucked up. I did everything wrong." She pauses a second, and I take the chance to get a word in.
"What's he like B?" That wasn't what I meant to ask. I don't want to hear about the man who is taking what I want and need from me. Honestly I didn't know I was that into hurting myself.
"Gabe?" Her voice sounds disbelieving that I asked.
"Yes. What's he like? What does he do? All that shit."
"He is my manager at Doublemeat. He's thirty-four, he's been alot of help the last few months. Dawn really likes him."
"The last few months? Fuck B, how come you never mentioned him? I was in Sunnyhell and you never even brought him up."
"I'm sr.."
"And Dawn likes him? Fuck Dawn loves me, you know she always has. I help, I would fucking do so much for you if you would just let me. And he's thirty-four B, that's a little old."
"He's mature Faith."
"Fuck mature. Does he know you're the slayer."
"No, he knows.."
"I know every fucking thing about you B. You are a science to me. Nothing about you will ever surprise me, or change the way I feel about you."
"I know."
"And still you do this."
"I'm sorry, I mean it." I slouch back in my chair knowing I will regret the next words out of my mouth.
"I forgive you."
"Oh god Faith, you don't know how much I needed to hear that."
"Good, glad you feel better."
"I had something to ask you Faith."
"What?"
"Could you come back here?" Oh she is not really fucking asking me that.
"Buffy I don't think so, honestly I can't even believe you would ask that already."
"I have to go for some tests Faith, I would feel better about them if you were here. I've been having lots of headaches, and feeling dizzy."
"Shit B. Look, I'm sorry but I can't come back yet. Let Gabe take care of you."
"Faith, please."
"I gotta go B, I'll call you." I click the phone off setting it down on the table. Shit I wonder if this really is anything serious. I probably should go, but I can't fucking take her right now. I stand up going into the kitchen for a snack. Before I can get there the phone rings. I roll my eyes sighing.
"Buffy, listen.."
"Faith?" Cordy says on the other end of the line.
"Oh, hey, what's up?" I walk back into the kitchen pulling out stuff for a sandwich.
"Not much, I was about to go out and wondered if you were done moping enough to come with? What you say?" I consider the invitation only a second before deciding.
"Sure, why the hell not."
"That's my girl." I smile as she laughs.
"So where?" I ask taking a bite of my sandwich.
"The usual spot in Backstage?"
"Sounds good."
"See ya."
"Peace out." I hear her laughing as I click off the phone. Suddenly I am feeling much better about my life.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, same as I didn't own them for the first 9
parts. Britney Spears owns the lyrics...boy would I like to....
Notes: Spelling....this part is just somthing I wanted to do fun stuff. lol,
it is dedicated to all the religious feedbackers, you all rock!
::for whatever reason I feel like I've been wanting you all my life you don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place at the same time it's over now::
After finally making it through the line of people outside I step into Backstage, I scan the crowd looking for Cordy. This is our favorite bar, and being as how it is pretty small she is easy to spot sitting in our usual corner. She waves when she notices me and I smile in return. I stop at the bar on my way to the table picking a up a beer, then make my way to the table.
"What's up?" I ask taking a seat across from her.
"Nada, glad you decide to grace us with your presence." She raises her glass in a mock toast before taking a big gulp and giggling a little. I can tell she has been waiting for me a little while. A sudden thought comes to me.
"Wait, 'us'? Who's..." I am interrupted by a voice behind me.
"Hey, you must be Faith." I turn to find myself looking up at one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on.
"Yeah, uh that's me," I say standing awkwardly extending a hand, as she shakes it a small smile plays at the corner of her mouth. Damn she has nice lips. My eyes wander over the rest of her taking in her dark complexion, and hair darker than mine, her body is tiny and is wrapped in a pair of black pants with cuts along the sides showing slices of flesh up to her hips, she has on a tiny white tank top and a leather jacket. I gotta respect this girl's style.
"I'm Hailey. I've heard alot about you." She slides past me to sit down and I hurry to sit also. That girl from Dark Angel. That's who she fucking looks like.
"I'm not sure that's a good thing if Cordy's been the one telling you tales." I say winking at Cordy.
"Hey," she slaps my arm lightly. "I'm your biggest fan miss." I have to laugh at that one, and Cordy continues to defend herself. "Serious! Hailey back me up."
"It's true, never said one bad thing. Well cept for that whole you being in jail thing, but hey no biggie." I tense up at the mention of jail and she notices my look at Cordy. "Hey," she puts her hand on my arm, I am surprised by the sparks it sends through me. "Like I said no biggie, we all have our secrets." I relax as I realize this girl knows no where near the whole story. I smile at her.
"Ohhhh, you guys get along. That is sooooo sweet." Cordy slurs. Hailey and I both crack up.
"God, how much has she drank?" I ask.
"Well you mean before or after I met up with her? I know she had finished near a bottle of wine when I got to her house, and since we got here? A few martinis, maybe a shot, I don't know she disappeared for a little bit."
"Two shots, that's all I had I swear." Cordy says leaning across the table to rest her hand on mine.
"Guess we got some catching up to do huh?" I ask wiggling my eyebrow at Hailey.
"Read my mind." After getting Cordy to promise to sit still we head for the bar. I introduce Hailey to the drunkeness that is car bombs, and she has me try some shot I can't even pronounce. We round it out with two test tube shots each, and order surfers on acid to take back to the table. Cordy is right where we left her and has been joined by a guy. I would make a guess at who he was if I could see anything but the back of his head as the two of them kiss.
"Hey Cordy?" I pull a chair out for Hailey before sitting down myself. Cordy pushes the guy back and I recognize him vaugely as a guy she has had a few dates with.
"Hey, you guys were gone for so long! But that's ok cause Gabe came to keep me company." A feeling like being punched in the stomach hits me.
"Excuse me what was your name?" Hailey asks innocently. The guy extends a hand to her in greeting.
"Gage, nice to meet you. You must be Caleigh and Beth?" Ok it wasn't funny when she messed up his name, but hearing what she called me and Hailey sends both uf us into a giggling mess. By the time we compose ourselves Gage looks very confused, and I can feel Hailey's hand resting on my thigh.
"I'm sorry," I say wiping tears out of my eyes. "I'm Faith, and this is Hailey." Gage's face splits into a smile when he realizes why we were laughing.
"Aren't they cute? Isn't he cute?" Cordy asks patting him on the cheek. I have to admit he is goodlooking. A real California boy, tan, tall and built, with blonde hair, and I would bet a surfboard stashed somewhere. I also have to admit that I am totally enjoying the feeling of Hailey's hand on my thigh, especially now that it has started to make small movements, her fingers caressing my inner thigh.
"Is that good?" Hailey asks startling me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"The drink, do you like it?" She says smiling.
"Oh, yeah it's good." Ok why am I brain dead around pretty girls?
"I wanna dance." Cordy suddenly declares.
"So lets go to a club," Hailey says standing.
"Hell yeah," Cordy stands quickly and begins to tip, Gage stands catching her.
"I'm cool with that," he says as Cordy begins to kiss along his neck. I am pretty sure he would be ok with fighting poisonous woodpeckers right about now.
"Faith?" Hailey looks down at me expectantly, extending her hand to me. Fuck it B's got Gabe. I take her hand letting myself get pulled up.
"Wouldn't miss it." Hailey smiles, pressing her body against mine, sending my whole body into over drive.
"Time to bounce," she pulls back smiling. Gage leads the way out with Cordy hanging on him, Hailey follows behind them pulling me along by my hand. When we reach the street her fingers entwine with mine and I don't even consider breaking the contact.
...continued in part 11...