The Rose
by Slayer125
Rating: NC-17
I look down at the rose in my hand and wonder why she sent it. The petals are wrapped perfectly around the center of the flower protecting it from nature. It is beautiful with the white petals and splashes of red around the edges. It is one of the most exquisite flowers I have ever seen. Could she have put that much thought into finding it or was it just chance that she found it? I find myself sighing deep as I think of her like that is anything new.
She didn't give me the flower herself, she told Willow to. There was a note scribbled in her splotchy yet perfect handwriting. It was written while she was in a hurry, I could tell by the angle of the letters. Funny, how I know so much about that woman that I love. Yet, it seems she knows so little about me. If she knew anything she would see the love in my eyes every time she glances up and sees me watching her intently. I would give my very last breath for her to know what she means to me.
I shake myself out of my thoughts and get up. I wipe off my jeans hoping the grass didn't stain them. I thought maybe she would join me in the slaying thing but it looks like I was wrong again like that is anything new. I walk towards my hotel room but know I can't go home without stopping to see if she is ok. I look up and find that I am already at her house and looking up in her window.
I bury my hands in my pocket noticing that my palms are sweaty like I am in junior high again. I tilt my head as I peer through the darkness and notice the candle flickering in the window. I know Joyce is out of town so she probably has soul boy up there. I tuck my chin into my chest to fight the pain as I think of Angel holding her in his arms. How many times have I dreamt of waking up to see her beautiful hazel eyes peering into mine?
I hear a voice and I almost think it is my imagination playing tricks on me.
"You know I have always heard if you leave a candle burning in the window the one you love will find their way home to you."
I look up from the bottom of the tree and see her standing in the window silhouetted by the candlelight. I feel a catch in my breath, as I look at the most beautiful sight in the world. I would fight all of heaven and hell to have her feel for me the way she does Angel.
"Yeah look's like you were right." I say wondering why she isn't in bed with him. Why he wasn't touching her body with the most intimate of caresses?
"Do you want to come up Faith? There is a lot we have to talk about." I am speechless because her face is breathtaking. Her golden hair is falling to the side of her face and the moonlight has captured every angle just perfect. I watch her hand reach up and brush a strand behind her ear. How I would love to be able to do that. You see I don't see myself as a hopeless romantic I just see myself as hopelessly in love.
The moon hides behind the clouds almost as if it senses me trying to hide myself. I always do. If I can hide the way I feel for her from myself then there is no way she can hurt me. I laugh at myself knowing that is not the truth because I have been hurt so many times by her but it is never her fault.
"Faith, it is cold out there will you please come in?" She says and I do shiver as the breeze blows around me. I can't go in there though not with Angel there it hurts too bad. To know that he can tell her just what she means to him but these words I want to whisper are locked away deep in my soul like a prisoner in the deepest, darkest dungeon.
"Nah, B it is okay why don't you just get on with your evening. I should probably go do one more patrol." I stick my hands in my pocket and grasp the rose tightly; I feel a thorn prick my skin and a light trickle of blood.
She leaves the window and I feel my heart stop as she disappears from sight. I figure she must have decided I was right but she could have at least said good night. I swallow the lump in my throat that seems to be choking me. Why do I let her get to me like this?
The porch light turns on and I see the front door open. The lump disappears as I realize she didn't leave me to my own demons tonight. Maybe this will be the night but I know it won't.
She is wearing a long t-shirt that barely goes to her mid-thigh. It was so plain and yet so perfect for her. I take a step forward and it seems within seconds I am in her house and breathing in the essence that is only that of my love. The smell of vanilla was once again settling into my mind. Bringing images of her crashing over me.
I feel her hand as she reaches for my hand and my heart stops as her fingertips graze mine. I am so calm and collective but just this briefest moment of contact scares the hell out of me. I jump a little and she looks at me wondering what startled me. I look around and realize that my slayer senses were not picking up and vampire vibes. Normally when Angel is around I feel the hair on my neck stand up and a cold chill that was unshakable. I wasn't quiet sure if it was because of the vampire thing or just a jealousy thing.
Buffy must have seen me look upstairs because I feel her lean closer to me.
"Nobody is here, Faith. Mom went to Los Angeles for a gallery showing and Willow is with Oz." I arch my eyebrow wondering why she wasn't telling me that Angel wasn't here. Did he leave because of me?
"So who did you leave the candle burning for?" I ask trying to make simple conversation.
She goes and sits on the chair and looks hard at me. I can see her trying to figure out what she was going to say.
"Isn't it obvious Faith? The candle has always been burning for you."
I feel my knees go weak and my heart skips a beat. I have got to be dreaming or this was a spell gone wrong. I prayed to anyone listening that this was not a cruel joke.
I grab the rose tighter and listen as she continues.
"I have tried so hard to be what everyone thinks I should be. Life is too short though Faith, for me not to tell you what I feel."
She takes my hand and leads me up the stairs and my leaden legs carry me, although I don't know how.
Up sixteen stairs I count everyone wondering what was going to happen. We pass two doors and then she pauses opening her bedroom door. I am shocked when I see the bedroom lit by candles of different colors and sizes.
"I thought if one candle would not work I would keep lighting until you showed up. I knew the instant you did too, you always have that effect on me."
She pulls me towards her bed and I swallow hard. This can't be happening to me, Buffy doesn't love me. I start repeating the chant in my head trying to protect myself.
"Buffy, are you ok?" She looks at me and I see a fire in her hazel eyes, the specks of gold dancing in the candlelight.
"I just realized how ok I am Faith. I am sorry for all the times you have tried to tell me how much you care and I didn't say anything. I have tried to block what I feel but I am tired of it."
I feel her thumb on my cheek and realize that I must be crying. I wipe my sleeve across my face and she takes my hand. Her lips graze my knuckle causing shivers all over my body. I have had dreams that don't even compare to this moment.
"What about?" I start to ask only to be cut off by the feel of her lips on mine.
I close my eyes as I feel her tongue trace the outline of my lips. I groan a little and her tongue invades my lips and I feel her tongue graze against mine. I pull her tight and wrap my arms around her waist wanting this moment to last forever. The kiss intensifies and I find my forehead resting against hers. Our tongues are dancing and it makes my insides burn with fires that I did not know existed.
I feel her leg slip between my thighs and lose my balance causing us to both falls on the bed. She is lying on top of me and I smile at how beautiful she is. It is then I notice her heart is pounding hard enough for me to hear. I can see her pulse throbbing in her neck and reach up hesitantly. I flick my tongue out and taste the essence of Buffy and I have never tasted anything more exquisite. I hesitated thinking it may bother Buffy but she pulls her hair to the side giving me better access. Then she did something that started the tears anew, she looked at me with a look of love so intense I knew that it was all true.
I threw all my hesitations aside and started to suck greedily on her neck. I feel her hand rub down my back and lift my shirt. Her nails trace my spine lightly making me throb. I bite lightly and her nails dig deep into my flesh as I hear her whimper deep in her throat.
Her fingers unclasp my bra and I push her shirt up only to find no bra but her nipples begging to be tasted. I look at her and she nods while reaching to remove her shirt. I start to move away from her and look at her questioningly, I have never wanted anything so much but I fear she will regret this.
"Please, Faith?" Was all she had to say and in moments we were both naked in front of each other. I tried to hide myself from her sight not wanting to see the scars that covered me.
"We are not going to hide anything anymore baby." Was all she said as she kissed a deep scar on my chest. God, I love this girl more every day.
I look at her body in the candlelight and I see the small yet prefect breasts and the top of her three ribs. Her hands were under her head and surrounded by pillows covered in black satin. She licked her lips and I knew I had to taste her again. I positioned myself over her body and placed my lips against the softest ones I had ever touched. They tasted of strawberries and my love.
I felt her arch herself up and her pussy caressed mine. It touched in just the right spot making her clit rub against my already throbbing one. I cried out and threw my head back. Her hands grabbed my ass and I felt her start to thrust her hips up and her clit kept pushing up into mine. I pushed hard and started to grind against her making our clits rub in circular motions against the others.
I felt her shiver and knew that I had just caused her first orgasm. I was so honored that I got this opportunity. I ran my tongue down her neck and reveled in the power I now had over her.
I pushed away from her briefly; her arms pulled me back quickly. I then started to tease her nipples and she arched underneath me.
I was so wet just seeing her aroused by something I was doing. I moved down her beautiful body until I was at the most intimate place of her. I could smell her arousal and it made me want nothing more than to taste her. I looked up to see if she was uncomfortable but her head was thrown back and she was chewing on her bottom lip. Her cheeks were flushed from desire.
I moved my lips until they covered her and I felt a small orgasm tear through my body at the taste of her. I parted her lips with my fingers and delved my tongue in deep and she cried out in ecstasy. I lost all control as I knew that this was what she wanted. I kept her lips parted with two fingers and slipped my middle one inside of her. My tongue was tasting and delving into the depths of her and the juice filled my mouth tasting like the sweetest of honey. She arched her hips and caused my face to get buried in her pussy, next thing I knew she was grinding against my face. My nose was rubbing her clit and I was attacking her pussy like it was going to be my last meal.
I felt her muscles starting to clench as my tongue curved up inside of her. I pulled away and slipped two fingers inside of her. I kissed her hard wanting her to taste how good she was. Our tongues thrust against each other as I pushed my fingers deep inside of her. My fingers sank into her like this was the most perfect fit. I lost control and leaned against her as I focused on my fingers. In and out hard and deep, I pushed hard and the I started to grind my thumb against her clit. She cried out and I watched her sweat covered body writher in ecstasy. I could still taste her juices in my mouth, I looked deep in her eyes wanting her to stay with me as I took her to orgasm.
Both of us had tears streaming down our face as we realized that even if the world ended tomorrow it was worth it to have moments like this. She cupped my hand in her face and I curved my fingers deep inside of her. She came hard and her screams echoed throughout the house. I collapsed on top of her and was shivering from my own orgasm. Buffy's leg had been between my thigh the whole time.
I look up and for once do not hide my emotions. "I have prayed for this so long Buffy. From the first moment I saw you my life changed."
She looked deep in my eyes as she spoke "The candle was always for you baby and I will leave it burning until I take my last breath. I am not fighting what I feel anymore. I love you Faith and you are my rose, I want to protect you from anything that wishes to harm you."
I smile as I realize she put more thought into the flower than I thought. We have been together for two years now and each anniversary I get one single white rose with red along the edges. Every night I go slaying I come home to a lit candle and a night of earth shaking pleasure. This is what all my dreams were made of.