And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me

[slayergal_faith]

Sighing, I realized, I’d been all over the place, probably not making sense, I wanted him to know that the holidays always excited me; but this is the first time I’d ever let anyone see that

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[slayergal_faith]

My hand moves to his head, the tips of my fingers playing at first with his hair, and then I scoot down studying his arm leaning it to kiss it. “I’ve never touched you here,” I mumble absently, as my pointer finger moves over it with a flourish. “I want to kiss ever inch of your body one hundred times over,” and I look up at him, “ya know, the life span of the slayer, isn’t very long, so by my calculations, we’re gonna have to stay in bed.”

“Yes, lover, you’ve shown me so much love, more than anyone else,” and I have to stop or I’ll be all choked up and he doesn’t have to see that side of me. “And for the record, you are my love slave,” I give him a little smirk and move against him, “don’t ya wanna be?”

My hand rests on his chest, fingers gently moving back and forth, my mouth moving to plant soft kisses.

“And I wouldn’t slay you, I want you around for a long time,” leaning up I kiss the tip of his chin, and drop my head in thought and then raise it, “well at least you won’t have to bury me twice like Giles did, or did he even know about the first one, I’m the second slayer, I won’t come back.” A cold chill filled my body, and I vowed to live as long as I could to be with him, my world had changed and he was my world all of it.

[watcher_pryce]

Eyes flutter closed when I feel the tips of her fingers thread through my hair. For some reason beyond me I've always liked it when the few women I've been with did that. Lilah used to do it too, but she used to tug on it hard as well. Like some school bully, but that was Lilah for you. Virginia only played with it, but she didn't seem to really know what to do when we'd sleep together.

Faith seems a mixture of them both. There's a soft side of her that very little people have seen. The first time I'd seen it was when she was crying. In that alley so long ago, in the rain. Everytime I hear the rain now, that's the first memory that comes to mind. Faith, crying in the rain, begging Angel to kill her because she was bad.

I didn't understand it then, but after how things went down with Connor, I think I might understand her even better then Angel ever did. God, how many times had I not wished that he'd pushed down that pillow a little longer? But looking at her now, I'm glad he didn't. So very glad not to have missed this otherwise.

And it looks like I'm not the only one who realized this. Faith and I are not people who give into emotions - well I used to be, called them allergies - but I hope we can be. Around each other.

"Faith," I mutter, her words not only confusing me, but chilling me to the bone. "I just got you back, don't say things like that. You've a love slave to take advantage off, you should focus on that hmmm?" Leaning up, I put my hands gently on her face, making sure she's looking at me before leaning in to kiss her.

[slayergal_faith]

I have to giggle, he makes … so many things, “Yes, I do have a love slave to do so many things, to, good things.” I have to add that, as I remember the torture, and I hoped he had put that out of his mind. My Wes, he doesn’t realize the power he has over me, and my thoughts are lost in his kiss.

“May I never get tired of this,” I sigh my eyes still closed as I attempt to put this moment to memory, “and may you never get tired of me or my shit, and may you have the patience to put up with me, or and may I never get pregnant,” I close my eyes tighter, although a little Wes running around wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m not ready for that, and fuck, I’d be a horrible mother.

Opening my eyes, I study him, “Isn’t it wonderful when the dream is real life?” my hand moves up behind his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss, “Never doubt my love for you,” and with that I’m lost in yet another kiss, my lips demanding, as I intertwine my body with his.

[watcher_pryce]

Love slaves do bad things? Good lord, why am I even thinking that? It's just a game we're playing and I'm getting to caught up in it again. Then again, nothing new there. And for Faith I'll happily play her love slave. After what she'd been through she could use some...Uhm...yes.

My eyebrow raises when she starts out what almost sounds like a prayer. Or a promise. I blink at her words, though her wish to never get pregnant makes me splutter. I think that would probably be a very wise thing to say. I doubt I'd make a good father anyway, even though it does sound nice. Faith would make a good mother though, she'd know exactly what *not* to do.

"Faith," I murmur when she keeps on going. It makes me somewhat nervous to hear her talk like this. "You make it sound like a wedding," I try to joke, before she claims my lips for another kiss. Kisses are good. Kisses make me stop thinking. It's never good when I think.

"I will never doubt you," I promise when she finally lets me up for air.

[slayergal_faith]

“Wait, what, wedding?” I pull back, blinking and look at him, in so many ways, he’s so insecure, and I just want to be there for him to be a good girlfriend, fuck I can’t even do that right.

It’s taken a bit for his words to register, and I pull back, withdrawing and sitting up in the bed pulling my knees up under my chin, wrapping my arms around them protectively.

“Wes, why do I get reactions like that when I’m serious, I have a serious side, I don’t fuck everything in jeans, never wanted too, its just like people always asking me why I’m not more like B’,” I wondered how many times he’d thought that.

Pulling myself tighter, with him, at least I felt like I belonged a little, but I’d never really belong, not really there was only suppose to be one slayer and there were two. Now I just wondered what twist of fate would right things, and which one of us would no longer be here, B’or me? And since I didn’t know, I had to make everyday with him count. Still, I was lost in melancholy.

[watcher_pryce]

Err... What did I do this time? What'd I say wrong now? God, I can't ever open my big mouth and ruin it all can't I? I should've remembered no one likes my sense of humor, not even Faith. Cordelia had told me often enough that I shouldn't even try. That no one with the possible exception of Giles would understand.

And here we have the living example of it. Still don't know exactly what brought all this one. Why she'd react this way has me grasping around in the dark. I feverishly try to grope around for straws, search my mind but come up blank. Maybe it's the coma? Maybe she's still confused?

Great. Of course she is! You idiot! And here you are pushing her and pushing her and... It's always the same with me isn't it? Can't do anything right, no matter how hard I try. No matter how hard I love. And I'm still wondering what brought that on. Really. I have no idea, maybe it's not the coma?

Well, I can keep on wondering and holding on tight but...

"Erm...Sweetheart?" I murmur, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Not that I don't appreciate the unexpected angst attack? But what brought that on? What did I do wrong now? Please tell me so that I can make it up to you?"

[slayergal_faith]

I turn to look at him, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I smile, at least attempt one, “I was just trying to tell you how I felt, and I did it wrong, maybe it’s a bad thing to tell a guy,” I shrug, “I’m not very good at this, this relationship stuff, you’ll have to help me, Wes. I’m not use to somethin’ I’m not good at. But you, your’re good at everythin’, this is just a new stitch for me, but I’ll do better, I promise.”

I leaned against his chest, “I don’t usually hang around ya know, and bein’ in love, that’s new for me too.”

Looking up at him, I smiled hopefully.

[watcher_pryce]

And once again I find myself stunned. I didn't do anything wrong? Then why was she so close to tears if I didn't do anything wrong? I must've done something wrong, I'm always saying the wrong thing.

I give her an incredulous look and wonder if somewhere along the way we've crossed wires. Some sort of miss-communication that we've both missed and we're not on the same wave length any longer. Or as Faith would say, no longer five by five.

Confused, I look at her, trying to make sense of her words. She's afraid of something, that much I figured out. But it's not until she tells me that she's new that 'this', that I figure out what she means and a bitter chuckle gets out before I know it.

"You're talking to the failed watcher, Faith. The one who screws just about everything up." and nearly messed up the one good thing that ever happened to him.

"This is new for me to, love. I don't know what I'm doing and..." Taking a deep breath I focus on some spot on the wall across from me, afraid to look at her, "...I'm afraid I'll mess this up just like everything else," I whisper.

[slayergal_faith]

My hand moves to his cheek, slowly stroking it as sweetly as any lover, careful not to show any display of slayer strength, my thumb on one side, and four fingers on the other side of his, I move his head with my head to look at me, and it isn’t easy.

“No,” my head shakes as I speak, “I’ve always been slayergal, not girlfriend gal, and I’m fucked up, Wes, I’m an emotional screw up, but I’m willing to learn, if you’ll help. Besides,” my tresses dancing over my skin, tickling his.

“I’m a different person, not so contents under pressure,” my face breaking into a small grin, “how can you call yourself a failure, I’m alive.” My body wriggled demandingly. “I’ve changed, and you helped in that as well, so don’t think that way mister,” I waggled my finger at him, and then that hand slid one way around the back of his neck, as the palm that was holding his face slid around the other way.

“Kiss me love slave,” my lips waited for his. And then I stopped.

“When I was a kid, we had do overs,” I explained, “like when you did something you didn’t mean to.”

I pulled back, “so I’m calling a do over,” I stated emphatically.

Sticking out my hand in a mock introduction I made my introduction.

“Name’s Faith, now kiss me love slave,” a soft giggle escaped me lips. I hated to see him this way, I wanted him happy and I was the cause for his now not so happy mood. Maybe I could make him smile with my gesture.

[watcher_pryce]

"Faith," I sighed, putting my hand on the one covering my face. "Your progress, the changes you made are your own work. If anything I've only been pushing you into the other direction before... before..."

I can't finish that line and I look away briefly. We both know what before I mean. The thing we both want to forget but will always hover over our head. That night she tied me to a chair and used me as her personal cutting board.

"You were the one who wanted to change and you were the one who worked hard on it, Faith. I'm proud of what you've achieved, of how far you've come. But it hasn't anything to do with me."

More likely it had been Angel's job. He was the one who believed in her, long before I had. Can't help but feel somewhat ashamed about it. Trying to make up for that failure is something I'm might have to do the rest of my life.

I glanced back up at her, a small confused frown creasing my face when she called me love slave. Oh. My own joke. Leave it to Faith to remember that one. The corners of my mouth quirked slightly, especially when she started about a do over.

Do over. Wouldn't that be nice? But I've seen the effects of that when Angel wiped out our memories. Not something I should mention now. Everything doesn't need to be taken seriously, Pryce.

"Your wish is my command, my lady," I whisper, pulling her hand toward my lips and kissing each finger, then the palm and up her arm before moving toward her lips.

"It's a pleasant chore," I whisper against her soft lips, "and I'm glad I'm the someone who gets to do it."

[slayergal_faith]

“Well, as long as you like the benefits,” my lips spread to a wide smile, despite the fact, the vision of him cut and bleeding is forefront in my mind.

I’m the one who owes him; he doesn’t understand the profound affect he’s had on me.

“You saved me,” I purr, “in the hospital, it was because of you,” and my voice trails off, as my lips close in on his, my tongue flickering like a hungry snake, moving into his mouth, slowly ravishing it, my body unwinding from its spot to move closer to his.