Wonderland
by Xaylia
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own the song lyrics which this story is based on. John
Mayer wrote them and sings them. I also don't own the characters of the story. Joss and
the [insert adjective that could be written as a symbol in a cartoon] at Mutant Enemy do.
Sorry, but I'm kind of pissed off at them right now.
Author's Notes: -denotes song lyrics- except the ones Faith sings.
It's all from Faith's point of view, per usual. I wonder why that is?
It's a great song. Listen to it. All of John's CD 'Room for Squares' is great. In fact,
I'm listening to it right now!
Notes 2: Go see 'the new guy'. It's actually good. I just saw it. Five words:
Eliza and many bathing suits.
This is my first attempt at a song fic. If it goes well I'll try another.
And I'm writing a grant proposal at the same time, so I'm having issues talking like Faith
and not a fancy shmancy scientist. Sorry, I'll edit.
-We got the afternoon You got this room for two One thing I've left to do, discover me discovering you-
Leaning in to kiss her, I realize just how hard it was to be without her. Yeah, sure it was only actually for three days, but that was too fucking long. Mmm...
"G-d, B..." she tastes really good...Fucking Christ, I've missed just seeing her - let alone kissing her.
"I missed you, baby." I love it when she calls me that. No, I love it when she talks. Period.
I want her. Want to show her how I've missed her, especially since my vocal chords are not working properly and telling her seems insufficient. It probably doesn't help that I have this song stuck in my head. Dawn and her constant music. If I ever have to go on a road trip with that girl again...would admitting that I liked a fifteen-year-old's music be a bad thing? So what if I got John Mayer stuck in my head, right? He's pretty good.
-One mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain One pair of candy lips and your bubble gum tongue-
Sometimes this girl is just too unbelievably hot for her own good. And always at my expense. Could I want her more? Nope, definitely not.
"Fai..."
Oh, I stand corrected. Actually, I more 'fall' corrected. I was holding her against me, her hands travelling wicked patterns through my hair and across my neck, kissing each other so deeply I don't like it woulda' been possible to separate us. That slayer strength has got to be good for something, right? But by all the flames of hell, the moment she moans my name like that, or at least her favorite part of my name, I'm gone. Just a mess, I usually tend to crumble and melt. She knows it too. Knows what kind of effect she has on me. But I don't mind 'cause we both know I can do it to her just as easily. And thus we fell onto the bed. Good thing we started in the bedroom. Probably would have just made love on the floor. Yeah...I said 'made love'... odd, isn't it?
-And if you want love, we'll make it Swimming a deep sea of blankets Take all your big plans, and break 'em This is bound to be a while-
I just got home. As in, Dawn and I walked in about 10 minutes ago. The minute we did, the ever-energetic one bounds up the stairs to find her sister. But Buffy was actually coming back from patrol at the same time. She stood there for a few minutes, staring at me. I could feel her eyes, but did care to move? Naw, if the girl wants to check me out, who am I to stop her? Eventually I had to see her too, though. So about when Dawn comes back down I turn around and B finally hauls her ass inside. She gave me this...look. I dunno, it was so...'I want you'. Really. I felt quite jealous that Dawn got to be greeted first. But if you could just see this look! Within five minutes Dawn - being the perceptive girl she somehow managed to be, I mean, with B as a sister you'd think she'd be kinda slow on the uptake. How long did it take for B to notice I was in love with her? Anyway, Dawn left us alone, thankfully.
"Hey." Right, Faith, that was your strongest intro yet! But it's ok, she gets me.
"How was the trip? She keep you entertained?"
"Yeah. But I missed you." It took at most one second for my arms to end up wrapped around her waist. She did this thing, then, that always makes me realize just how much she loves me and just why I love her so much back. She trails her hand up the base of my neck and then wraps one finger through one curl of my hair. Then she lets it fall from her hand as her finger traces the outline of my jaw. Lastly, but most certainly not in any way least, B tilts my chin down to her and kisses me. The one hand stays on my chin and she wraps her other around my neck. Buffy's kisses are always amazing, like drop everything and pay full attention no thoughts whatsoever mind boggling fucking amazing. That's my girl. But these are the best.
"I love you." She figured out a few months ago that that kiss will always elicit the same response from me. So if she ever needs a declaration, she knows how to get it. She smiled and led me upstairs.
So a mere 10 minutes later, I'm lying on the bed, arms snug around her waist and planning on acting out this song I have stuck in my head. Maybe a few times.
-Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands) Your body is a wonderland-
Wow...so beautiful. Every time I see this beautiful creature I go out of my head. I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself for being able to wait until we had a good, solid relationship before sleeping with her. I mean sure, I'm in love, which is new, but I'm still Faith and Buffy is by far the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. This right here, making love with B? This is heaven.
I'm laying half on top of her, running my hands all over her body, and I don't think we've stopped kissing for more than 5 seconds. But, yeah, why would we?
Clothes are starting to get in the way. Should fix that.
I've finally managed to leave her mouth and am placing soft kisses all over her while slowly starting to relieve B of clothing. "Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face, I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case." Oh, wow, I definitely just sang to her. Oh well, might as well keep on. This part reminded me of her anyway. It's my favorite part... "You tell me where to go and, though I might leave to find it, I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it." My voice is all husky, I know it. But I doubt B minds, she's probably still in shock that I can carry a tune. I avoid singing at all costs. Maybe she has magical powers over me. Ok, so maybe not.
"Mmm, you should do that more often."
"Shh..." I know what she's trying to do. Always does. She tries to get to me before I can get to her. However, I'm still fully clothed and she is in full naked glory. So, ha!
I'm kissing her neck again, running my hands through her hair. I love doing that. And she's trying to get my pants off. I'll give her that one; I can only last for a little while without wanting desperately to feel all of her skin against all of mine.
Once they're off I'm back to exploring this wonderland beneath me. And I whisper into her ear the next line of the song. "You want love? We'll make it."
-Swimming a deep sea of blankets Take all your big plans, and break 'em This is bound to be a while-
"Fai...oh, baby..."
Bingo! Best sound in the world right there. Or maybe second best. I'm not sure. I'm a fan of when she says 'I love you' in the dark when she thinks I'm already asleep. I like that because she tells me before we go to bed anyway. Yeah, every night. And so I just feel so important to her when she needs to tell me again - when she thinks I can't hear her, no less. It's a good feeling, to know your girlfriend loves you beyond your wildest dreams.
But the moaning is mighty nice too. And she wants me so badly she can't even form and actual sentence. Good thing I know what she wants or I might have had to ask. Ha, evil smile.
"B...G-d, I missed you." Ok, so I'm not much better right now. It's not my fault she's so good!
Oooh...hands...hands in good places!
-Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands) Your body is a wonderland-
Everything has become a big whirl of hands and whimpers and a rain of constant kisses. I know that if I looked under the sheets I wouldn't have clue which legs were mine. That might have something to do with the fact that I can't actually feel my legs right now. My blood has gathered elsewhere.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" It's quite possible that that wasn't coherent, I know I mumbled it. Sorry if I don't feel the need to vocalize much. More important things to do...
-(I'm never speaking up again; I'll use my hands)-
I could stay like this forever. We're lying in the mess of sheets that is currently our bed, just kind of holding each other. Legs are all still tangled, but I can feel her foot rubbing up against my leg every once in a while. I was tracing little circles on her side but then she started starring at me. Those wonderful blue eyes locked right on mine; it's awfully hypnotizing. There's no need for words, I know what she's thinking. And B smiles, radiant, when she realizes this. She told me once how much she enjoys being "in tune" with me. I guess it is neat in its own little way. Sometimes it's funny because we'll be at a Scooby meeting or something and know what the other is talking about without saying it. It's like when a bunch of girls talk to each other and understand without actually saying what it is they're talking about - except worse. I kiss the tip of her nose and smile back. Then she captures my face between her hands and the next kiss is much more with the passionate and less with the 'just because I love you'.
And here we go again...yay!
-Damn baby, you frustrate me I know you're mine, all mine, all mine But you look so good it hurts sometimes Your body is a wonderland-
As I take her back into my arms, I keep hearing that one line over and over. 'I know you're mine, all mine, all mine.' And the fact that it's true is really weird for me. But I'm grateful beyond all definition of the word. I'm intent on showing her how glad, how proud I am to be the one she's given herself to. And to show her that she has me - body and soul. Without vocalizing my intense mushy thoughts, of course. Got an image to uphold.
Actually, if I was totally honest with myself I'd have to say I no longer have badass image. Well, not with B anyway. She knows me. Knows I'm really a big romantic. I don't mind. What would be the point in being romantic if you didn't let the one person you've ever actually loved know that? So I buy her flowers when the desire strikes me, and I hold her gently while we sleep, and I whisper 'sweet nothings' in her ear during a boring movie or group convo.
So I'm being gentle now. More so than usual. And she notices. Maybe it's not so much in how I'm using my hands or touching her but that I'm going slow. Just kissing my way along her body.
"Faith?" She's running her hands up and down my arms, wrapping her fingers in my hair, trailing them down my back.
"You know how much I love you, right?" I say as a response, laying my body completely on top of hers and kissing her - deeply. I feel her gasp into my mouth, the way she always does when our bodies finally touch in every. Single. Place.
"As much as I love you." Ooh, I like that response. I suppose that's the only real way to measure the depth of your love for somebody. I've thought since, like, the ninth grade that love had to be reciprocal. I guess it was just the hopeless romantic in me - thinking that it would only be true love when it was returned 100%. I stopped believing that for a while there, basically when I truly gave into the 'bad girl' look I had goin' and just said 'hey, I'll screw you'. But I believe it again. It's really an amazing feeling to know that the person you love more than life itself feels the exact same way. I think if B didn't love me as terribly much as I love her I'd spontaneously combust or something.
-(I'm never speaking up again) Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands) Your body is a wonderland Your body is a wonderland-
Silence. Complete and utter silence. And it's oh so nice. No need for words. Well, I suppose the situation is more of a 'can't form words'. I kiss her cheek and she finds my hand in the dark and pulls it over her waist. I notice that we're both making sure we're all tangled together before going to sleep. She likes walking up and having to separate herself from me. And I like letting her.
"I love you." It was so soft I wouldn't have heard it if I weren't a slayer. She knows I know and so I wonder why she told me. Then I realize that I want to tell her too. I guess it's just nice to hear, nice to be able to say.
"Love you too."
She amazes me sometimes. No, all the time.
My wonderland.