Growing Pains
This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next
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After the breakdown and crying jag she just had in my arms, it's a bit freaky, as Cordelia used to say, to see her laughing like this. And a bit worrying as well. I know she needed to get this off her chest, but I don't want this to have hurt her either. Faith's never been known for being stable, and I certainly don't want to be responsible for her going off the edge again. Not when she's finally got herself back together again and turned her life around.
"I'm cool. Don't worry. I just never act like this. Ever."
I don't know if I should be comforted by that or more concerned since she's still laughing. I'm afraid if she keeps this up, she's going to hyperventilate and pass out.
Aphrodite save me, sometimes I don't think I'll ever completely understand women. No matter how much I care for certain ones.
"Faith?" I ask, rubbing her back and trying to get her to calm down a bit. "Just breath. Do you want to go back inside and have something to eat? Or would you like to go somewhere and talk?"
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"Just breath. Do you want to go back inside and have something to eat? Or would you like to go somewhere and talk?"
God, what's up with me? Fuck, I'm embarrassed. Thank god, my boy mentions eatin', cuz that seems to stop the hysterical gigglin' thing I have goin' on.
"Fuck yes, I need food! Let's go back inside. Maybe after I've eaten, I'll quit actin' so bizarre."
I shouldn't really be all that surprised; I've never been good with handlin' my emotions. And, bein' around Wes/Earl? Caused a ton of shit to boil up in me. Guess it needed releasin' or somethin'. Whatever...hopefully, it won't happen again, anytime soon.
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Well, at least the thought of food has seems to have helped calm her down. Offering her my arm, I escort her back into the restaurant - a rather comical image if one thinks about it, being lead into a Dennys as if entering to be introduced to the Queen. We make our way back to the booth we had occupied earlier, sitting down and taking up the menus left behind.
"I would imagine you're starving after that night we've had. Order whatever you want." I lean in a bit closer and lower my voice to a stage whisper, "I'll just charge it to the firm. I'd say that this qualifies as an office expenditure. So what shall it be?"
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Earl offers his arm to me, and after I repress the urge to laugh again, I take it, and we walk back into Dennys. We sit down in the booth, when he leans in to tell me somethin'.
"I would imagine you're starving after that night we've had. Order whatever you want."
"Think I've got that one covered, Boss. Plannin' on eating just about everything on the breakfast menu," I say, half-jokingly.
"I'll just charge it to the firm. I'd say that this qualifies as an office expenditure. So what shall it be?""Spendin' the company's money? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should be ashamed of yourself." Of course, I'm teasin', and he knows it, so I can't pretend I'm bein' serious. "But, hey, You're the smart one among us, so I say let's go all out ( ... )
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"Wherever the wind carries you? I don't know how to tell you this, Faith, but I don't believe Mary Poppins ever carried a stake. Although come to think of it, she possibly could have in that carpet bag of hers."
"All right, Funny Man, drop the sarcasm. I know it was a fuckin' cheesy-ass cliche, but I work with what I got." Hey. At least, we can snark at each other over dumbass shit. But if he ever says 'five by five' again, I'll knock him on his ass. Sounds wicked fucked up to hear my terminology comin' outta his mouth. Unless, of course, he's screamin' it at the heights of ecstasy. Then, I'll let it slide.
"Tell you what...", he says, pickin' up our bill to pay at the counter.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"...why don't you come back to my--our--my brother's and my flat. You can grab a shower and a nap if you'd like. There's a spare bedroom. I don't know what we're going to do about future living arrangements, but I know he wouldn't mind this for ( ... )
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Dear God, what am I doing, leaving the fate of my own name in the hands of Faith Lehane? I could very well tell her that I'm going to choose on my own, thank you. After all, I am the one who has to live with it for the rest of my life. She can come up with all manner of nicknames she likes.
"Personally? I'm kinda partial to Earl."
And knowing Faith, she isn't going to let it go until she has her way. Well, at least she isn't partial to Ichabod. I would have had to have risked the Slayer wrath over that one ( ... )
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Gettin' in on the passenger's side, I'm suddenly very curious about Wes' middle name. "Can't be worse than Ichabod, dude. Cuz that? Is one stupid, fuckin' name."
Once we're on the road, he turns to me and asks, "Where did you come up with Earl anyway?"
Shruggin', I reply, "Dunno. Shit just comes to me. 'Sides, I enjoy comin' up with new nicknames for you; it's high entertainment." I throw him a wicked grin as he pulls onto the road that leads to his crib.
I momentarily flash back to when I got the shit beaten outta me by that Beast thing. At least, this time, I'm not bleedin' all over; that's a relief. I'm in need of a shower pretty damn bad; haven't had one since before I hitched a ride to Arizona. I'm glad I thought to grab my bag outta Wes' office before we left. Otherwise? Earl, here, would be takin' me on a shoppin' spree.
Gotta have my leather, yo.
Glancin' over at him, I smirk, realizin' that he doesn't know I brought a change of clothes. "Y' ( ... )
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Damn, this boy's good. He exposes a breast, toyin' with the nipple, and I can feel the smile on his lips through our kiss from my little hum of approval. However, it's in the middle of all this that my thoughts start wander, and suddenly, I'm pushin' him away, nearly knockin' him off the bike ( ... )
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What? It takes my mind a moment to catch up with the fact that she's just pushed me away - almost knocking me off the Harley in the process. She was the one that started this. Have I done something wrong? Did my little move there piss her off? Did I read her signals wrong with how far she wants to go?
She's smiling at me, but it's not a real smile. It's not reflect in her eyes, and that tells me that something is definitely wrong, and I'm not sure what to say or do.
But then, all of the sudden, the smile grows into a grin and does reach her eyes. "I'm still in the game, Stud-Man. I just thought we'd have less injuries if we moved the party inside. Get what I'm sayin'?"Is that all it is? Fear of injury? That doesn't seem like Faith...unless prison changed her more than I thought. I'm still a bit unsure about what just happened, but I decide to let her set the pace and kick my leg over the bike to get off ( ... )
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The last time I was this open and honest with someone, they turned into a giant snake and got burnt to a crisp while I was in ComaLand. I never understood how cool it was to have someone care for you, until I met Mayor Wilkins. And lookin' up at Earl-boy, I see that same compassion in his eyes.
He puts his hand over mine, and if I was a big sappy girl, I would be goin' aww, but that ain't me, so I just keep my gaze locked on those baby blues instead.
"I know how hard it is to live with pain, and how frightening it is to face letting it go. It's not easy. But I can promise you that I truly don't hold anything against you. I've found that I really do care a lot about you...and I'll be here any way you need me.""Thanks," I whisper. "Good to know ( ... )
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I smile at her, glad that she understands. I won't push her in any way, but at least she knows that someone is there for her.
Then suddenly her mouth twists into that grin I know so well from the time we spent going after Angelus last year, and I can see that she's regained her equilibrium.
"So...are you still game or have I totally ruined the mood here?"
And her sex drive, apparently.
Raising my eyebrow, I pretend to consider her for a moment. "Well, I suppose that depends on whether we're going to let the fact that you've already partially de-clothed me go to waste." I hook my finger through one of the belt loops in her jeans and pull her up closer against me again. "I think the better question is where are we thinking would be...less likely to result in injuries?"
I glance over her shoulder into the lounge area for a moment then over toward the bedroom door.
"Here? The couch? Or the bedroom?"
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"Well, I suppose that depends on whether we're going to let the fact that you've already partially de-clothed me go to waste."
Cocky bastard. I can respect that.
He pulls on my belt loops to bridge the distance between us and continues playin' along. "I think the better question is where are we thinking would be...less likely to result in injuries? "Here? The couch? Or the bedroom?"
Takin' his hands I walk backwards to the bedroom. I spin him around and with one good push, he's spread-eagled on the bed. Kneelin' to the side, I scratch my nails across the denim coverin' his legs and the impressive bulge in the middle. "These have to go. Wouldn't want you to...damage the equipment before it's used." I make quick work of the jeans and straddle his waist to lean down for a hot kiss.
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"These have to go. Wouldn't want you to...damage the equipment before it's used.""That...is a very good idea," I manage to say as she pulls the jeans off. As soon as she's tossed them to the floor, she's above me again, this time with her legs wrapped around my waist, and we're snogging as if our lives depended on it ( ... )
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The low-down tickle starts buildin' and burnin', and I know I'm about to come like a freight train. I tighten around him, tryin' wicked hard not to scream real loud, cuz I got a rep to uphold, know what I'm sayin'. But, when I look into his fuckin' gorgeous eyes, somethin' inside me bursts free, makin' my body quake.
"Holy shit!" I screech yell, clampin' down so hard I wonder, in the back of my mind, if I'm hurtin' him with the pressure. "I--sorry...don't know my own strength sometimes," I manage to pant out, once I'm able to speak again. Don't know why I'm so concerned about his well-being, but I am. Guess 'cause I can't stand the thought of him gettin' hurt.
And, what is up with this inner-monologue-ramble I've been doin' lately? I don't ramble, yo ( ... )
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"I--sorry...don't know my own strength sometimes."
Opening my eyes, I look up at her with a grin. "It's all right."
Before I can say anything more, however, she leans down and grabs me, snogging me practically senseless. I'm starting to wonder just how insatiable this girl is when she surprises me by what she says next.
"Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come."
The jerk of her hips overrides my shock, and after she moves a few more times, I lose it myself, pulsing within her. My entire body clenches up, and I groan. "Uhhhhhhh...Fai...."
Good lord, what is she doing to me?
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I wait until he's finished, then I lick all the way up to his chin, stoppin' to nibble lightly on his jawline.
"Mmmm. That was fuckin' amazing. I think I could probably sleep for a week now."
Slinkin' onto my side, I snuggle on his chest, listenin' to his heartbeat. I've never felt so content.
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Especially when she nibbles my jaw. Bloody hell, she certainly knows what's she doing.
"Mmmm. That was fuckin' amazing. I think I could probably sleep for a week now.""I certainly agree with that," I tell her, wrapping my arm around her as she rests her head on my chest. "Wake me up in a few months if you'd be so kind ( ... )
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