Awakenings ....
“Fuck,” I tried to mutter, my mouth dry, lips crusty. I’d been somewhere, and I couldn’t remember where. Still lyin’ in that deep abyss, I heard him call to me as he had so often before, in that sweet wonderful voice of him, callin’ me back to him
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I held my breath, knowing that this was a moment of truth. If you want to be dramatic. She could either throw those words back in my face, run away from here, or allow herself to be love. Finally. I knew my body was tense as a bow ready to shoot an arrow while I waited for her reaction. But when it came, I was momentarily confused. I don’t know what I had expected, probably the worst case scenario, but when her hand started to move over my arms, I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Very carefully, I moved onto the bed when she indicated the spot next to her. I didn’t know if she was still in pain, or if she had been aside from the nightmares, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Once I had situated myself on the bed, she took my hand and I winced when she yanked out the IV. “Faith,” I murmured, “I really don’t think you ought to…”
Which was about as far as I got before her lips were on mine. The suddenness startled me for a moment, but it were mere seconds before I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss. She smelled of antiseptic, hospital and sterile. Not at all like Faith. I bet she can’t wait to take a shower and get rid of that smell. Smell like Faith again. I’m thinking she might need some help staying upright in the shower. Well, not really, she’s does have a Slayer constitution.
Her mouth was moving over my neck, ghost whispers of kissed, broken off with firm ones. I could feel my body stirring. Not that I blamed it, it’s been so long since anyone touched me. “You’ve a plan?” I looked at her with amusement, worry and alright…fear. Her plans usually… Right.
“Of course I wish to hear it, but it had better involve us getting out of here very fast.” Cupping her cheek, I rubbed my thumb over her lips, unable to entirely let go of her.
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As he cupped my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my lips, I made a biting gesture, then took his thumb in my mouth, savoring it, making love to it, much as I planned to do later today or tonight.
“Get that look off that ruggedly handsome face,” I laughed, “Yeah, I know dude, my plans yeah right, we know this but trust me.”
I wanted our first time together to be romantic, technically, it wasn’t our first time, but well it needed to me as if it were our first time. We were two different people now, even if for me it had been only a moment in time, for him it had probably felt like a lifetime, we needed to get to know each other again and bask in that exploration. But this was me, my hand moved down the ever growing budge in his pants, like the cock tease I could be, I felt him up, watching him, only my hand moving, all with the innocence of a school girl.
“You need to shave,” I winked, my palm moving over the rough mountain that hid his usually chiseled cheek.
Hopping off the bed, I had to recover a little, atrophy the enemy of most, attempted to take up a home in my still lithe body, recuperative slayer powers wouldn’t allow that to happen, so for a while it had been a squatter, and now I was kicking it to the curb to a new domicile.
With a swift move, Wes was supporting me. If it had been anyone else, I would have hit them hard, but I gave him one of those, I don’t need anyone but you, but you’d better choose when you help me, cause you ass is grass if you don’t.
Yes I loved him with all that I am, but getting help, well that’s a pair of pants I had to learn to wear.
“Do ya know Mr. Mastercard?” I began, “I need food, and clothes, and,” I grinned, “munchies, hundreds of munchies to go along with all the movies we are going to watch tonight.” I hadn’t watched a movie since … fuck I didn’t remember.
I doubted if Wes had ever seen a horror movie or taken part of any of our American Halloween festivities.
“Oh and we have to buy ‘It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.”
Mid leg in jeans, I stopped; he was looking at me with this that’s the plan look.
Pulling the other slim pale leg into my jeans, the buttoned easily, I’d lost much too much weight. I wondered what I looked like. Cocking my head, bare breasted nipples erect and pointing at him I stopped, walked over to him, and encircled him in my arms.
“My plan? I want to make good on my promise, to show you a good Christmas, and I’m starting now. We’re gonna go shoppin’, we’re goin’ on a trip.” I breathed, I was talking fast and I wanted out-ta here. “You get to choose the destination. I’m not part of this, of them anymore. I’ll miss B’ but, this just … I’ll die here Wes.”
Leaning in, I kissed the tip of his nose.
“I want to spend Halloween with you, doin’ what normal people do, well I don’t cook, you can cook, you know, imitating a couch potato and then kiss this town goodbye … forever.”
I wanted him, it would be so easy to unzip his pants, and mine, and just slide on his lap, but I wanted time with him. I grinned at him, as the thoughts of having him anytime any place just made me crème.
I rubbed my legs together back and forth in anticipation, and to calm me down.
“Let’s do the slayer thing, but just not here. I’ll be your champion and save the world, just not this one.” I pleaded.
“Please Wes?”
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My eyes flicked up to hers at her words and I raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m very interested in your plans,” I breathed. She let go of my thumb and I swallowed hard as I let my hand drop in my lap. Good lord, were all Slayers like this? It may have been the second time she went into a coma, but they sure do heal fast. Not really fair to the normal human in the equation I figures with a smal pout.
“I do?” I frowned at that, hand reaching up to touch my chin. I guess I do, it’s not been one of my priorities. That and taking a shower, or even eating. Though, the nurses here did badger me into taking a shower, due to it being more hygienic. I didn’t want to make her any sicker then she already was, so usually took a quick shower in the one adjourned to her room when I got ‘the look’ from the medical personal here. Eating, however, was something they couldn’t really force me to do. I hadn’t really been hungry for nearly a year. “I’ll get to it later,” I mumbled.
When she hopped off the bed, my eyes narrowed and I was already getting up myself. Just as I thought, her muscles weren’t used to standing up yet. Or being used at all. Sure, she had therapy, mostly given by myself once I’d learned how to do it, but this was a whole different ballgame. She always was the impatient one, my Faith.
Quickly moving over, I caught her before her body met the floor. “Careful now, love,” I muttered, supporting her and moving her back to the bed. I pushed her back to sit down and raised an eyebrow at her. I know that look, but I don’t really give a damn. If she’d been healthy enough, I’d probably would’ve been on the floor myself. But if she’d been healthy enough, she’d not needed my help in the first place.
Running a hand through my hair, I sat down next to her and listened to her ramble on about….things that made no sense what so ever to me. Wearily, I watched her get dressed, helping out conspicuously here and there. My confusion only grew though. “You want to go shopping?” I asked for clarification. Though, what all that had to do with Christmas was beyond me.
“I can’t cook,” I said weakly when she rambled on about Halloween. “What does that have to do with Christmas?” You’d think the one waking up from the coma would be the one confused. Not the one who has been awake all this time. “What, wait, you want to leave Los Angeles? Slow down Faith, you only just woke up. You’ll need some time to adjust.”
Some time for ourselves, and after that we can decided what to do. I know I’ve very little left to keep me here. My friends, who aren’t really my friends anymore. I’d miss them, but there’s always the phone…or something.
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Allowing my lower lip to poke out, playing the helpless heroine, knowing all along I was the powerful vixen, I pointed to the bruise from the IV, much to long in my arm. I looked like a drug addict and in a way I guess I was. I would have questioned him, wondering if there would be withdrawals; instead, I put that in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to give him any reason to keep me here one minute longer.
Lift up my bare arm, in a fix it like manner, I purred innocently, “Of course I’m hyper I’ve been on drugs, so ya know, listen to what I mean not what I say.” Then I fell over on him giggling, and quite a bit tipsy. Recuperative power or not, I was beginning to get tired, it would be a few days before I’d be back 100%. What a great excuse to stay in bed, I thought, my body breaking out in a delicious chill at the prospect, and the fact that I was still topless didn’t help any.
“First of all, its okay you can’t cook, we’ll do something.” My hand rested on his shoulder, “Maybe we should learn?” I offered the immediately thought of the disaster in that one and answered my own question, “No!”
Moving to find a shirt, I ruffled through the drawers, pretty sparse; no one had brought me anything, except what Wes had on his few outings to leave me. Pulling on a tight-fighting shirt, I looked up at him coyly, “thanks,” it was something he would have picked out. Point was he took the time.
Slipping on the shoes under the bed, and making a note I was so going shopping with him, I took his hand pulling up with me.
“I want to start celebrating our holidays now, Wes. Like I always wanted when I was a kid, and for this time, I wanna be a kid, do the things I always wanted.” Carefully opening the door and then looking around, we snuck out the door, and slipped into the stairwell, and began the long trek downward.
“I want to watch, ‘It’s a great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown,’ and at Christmas, watch ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas.’ I want to make snowmen and snow angels and I want to do all of that with you.
Stopping suddenly, he almost ran into me and I jumped up into his arms. “I want to unwrap you everyday, as if you were my most excellent present, and I want to do it, well except for tonight, away from Sunny D.”
My mouth attacked his with the fervor of an angry mod, after Frankenstein, in some Hammer B movie from the 60’s. Okay it was Halloween and I use to watch those things when I was a kid, I was no longer the slayer, I wasn’t called to be anything special anymore, the only thing special I could be was me, and the me I was, well I had to find out.
“Does that all make sense now?” I crinkled my nose hoping to help him understand.
The barrage of drugs had been so strong, I could feel all of my exertion of energy starting to wear me down, easing myself out of his arms, and I leaned against him a false embrace. I didn’t want him to worry; he’d worried more than enough for a lifetime.
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But she was so enthusiastic about, apparently, the upcoming holidays, that I couldn’t find it in my heart to make her stay a second longer. I’d just have to watcher her more closely. Not that this was going to be such a task, but I did worry about her. She’d only just woken up after all. A year in a come, Slayer or no, isn’t something one easily recovers from.
“Charlie whom?” I blinked at her confused and wondered if perhaps this was some small brain hop or if this was something I ought to know. Charlie Brown? Sounds like a name of kind. No idea who he’s supposed to be though. And what he has to do with Halloween or Christmas. Hell, I still don’t know what Halloween has to do with Christmas.
Narrowing my eyes, I watcher her get dressed and then sighed as she indicated we’d get out of here now. We carefully, but fast, made our way to the exit. There weren’t many people around here, especially not at this hour. There only was a bare minimum of staff in this part of the hospital wing, thankfully. Just as we nearly made it to the exit, she suddenly stopped and jumped in my arms.
Letting out an ‘oof’, I circled my arms around her, looking at her with wide eyes. Not that I had much time to think about anything. Her lips were on mine and my mind temporarily left the building. She’s going to be the death of me some day if she keeps this up. I kissed her back with everything I had, getting lost in the feel and taste of her for a moment. When she finally pulled back, I tightened my arms around her shifted her so we both were a bit more comfortably. “You never made much sense to me, Faith,” I grinned at her. “But that doesn’t matter, I’ll love you anyway.”
Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I nearly jumped when I suddenly heard voices behind us. Damn, I’d forgotten that they did make their rounds every evening. Quickly ducking around the corner, Faith still clinging onto me with arms and legs, I shook my head as she giggled.
“Shhh,” I shushed her, peering around the corner. I could of course kiss her again to quiet her, but then I’d be lost again. Which was not a good thing at our current situation. Sucking in my breath I pressed myself against the wall, and Faith with me by default as the voices came a bit closer.
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Okay, so I wasn’t always smart, do first, think later, yeah, I’m all over that, and even in my weakened state, I wanted to be all over him, but this little escapade had slain me, for once.
For now, I’d have to take it easy, which usually would have driven me fuckin’ insane, but bein’ with Wes, I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of bein’ with him again, and I wanted that needed that soon.
The drugs, lack of food, the head rush at just gettin’ outta there, at some point, I swooned, head hit somethin’, I don’t know quite what, and I was gone.
Once again, he’d carried me, somewhere safe, cause I was safe with him, and it made me all tingly. Damn if I’m gonna turn into some giggly twelve-year old, all right if I didn’t he sure as hell wasn’t gonna know about it.
For the second time, in what hours, days, didn’t know I didn’t care, I saw a worried face, close to mine.
He’d forgotten how fast I was, my arm slide up to his neck, pullin’ him down for a quick kiss.
“MMMM,” I purred as he pulled away, obviously concerned.
“Before you go all watcher boy on me, you were right … this time,” I gave him my best smile.
Leaning back against, what was it? A couch, a bed, didn’t matter, I could take him anywhere, “I’ll be a good girl, well for now at least. Okay, I’m weak right now, got that? Tell anyone and your dead meat, okay my meat. So feed me before I eat you alive.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, “Thank you, I don’t know how you did it, but you saved me once again. But feed me before I die of starvation. Gotta get my strength back, so I can work out,” as I said work out, my tongue slid over my bottom lip, rather slow.
“Hey, it’s what I do,” I leaned in, “Kill, fuck and love you.”
I didn’t budge, didn’t cringe and damn I’d probably said it first, something I’d never ever do, but I did, I loved Wesley.
My fingers moved through his hair, gently brushing it back, then moved down to smooth his grizzled cheek. I couldn’t remember him unshaven, the thought of that, attempt at a beard, made me shiver, and the thought of upcomin’ food, and how great he would be as a plate, well, I might have to remember that one.
For once in my life, I was tired, but I was in love, and we were probably … on the run, didn’t matter, didn’t care, I knew exactly where I should be, and there I was.
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