That's it? I blink for a moment, looking at Faith, wondering what the hell just happened there. The music was pulsing and we were dancing and when I opened my eyes, I was looking at her and--
Jesus Christ on a moped, what did I think was gonna happen?
Last time I checked? I wasn't Willow, wasn't gay. I was in love with-- Was, were, am. It's all pretty much semantics, isn't it? Not gay, not a lesbian... Not wanting to feel her body against mine and-- What the hell is wrong with me?
I nod, dumbly, and walk away from Faith before she has chance to do it to me, heading up to the bar. Maybe if I could think clearly I could open my mouth, ask her what the hell just happened. Then again, I'm not thinking clearly.
I'm thinking... I'm thinking alcohol. Lots of it. I came here to dance and forget, not turn into Ms. Raging Lesbian 2004.
"What do you want to drink?" I call out when she reaches my side, forcing my audition-smile onto my face. La-la-la, bright shiny evening, nothing wrong. The music started up again and I, for one, am glad. I don't think Faith's the kind for talking or delving into feeling crap but-- Then again, she's surprised me twice these past two days, she could do it again.
She walked away from me...like, well like nothing was happening. Nothing was happening, so why did I not expect that? Damn, this really was startin' to remind me of me and B back in the day. I was startin' to get sick of these chicks who wanted to play games with me, then pretend they were above it all. I'll just remember that next time I'm carrying her on my back, and leaping across tall buildings...
Slightly annoyed, I followed her to the bar. I was already dizzy from the music, and the closeness with Cor but what the fuck. Why not get even dizzyer with a few drinks.
"Jack and Coke." I said simply to Cor, and stood watching her as she placed the order to the bartender.
It didn't take the dude behind the bar long to hand her two drinks, one of which she handed right off to me. I thought about sayin' something to her but instead gulped down half of my drink in one swallow.
Oh yeah, that hit the spot...
"Havin' fun?" I asked Cordelia, and was sort of pissed at myself for caring whether she was having fun or not. Kinda spent way too much time over the last few weeks worrying about how Cordelia was feeling. This wasn't my style, what the fuck was wrong with me?
This is insane. Really insane. I thought we'd come out, dance a while, get drunk enough to really forget the past few months and maybe wind up stuffing our faces back home in that 'I'm drunk so I'll eat anything' way that always seems to add to a hangover.
Instead? There was dancing... Writhing, actually, while standing up and fully clothed. And then Faith was so close that I almost considered-- Nope. Not going there. Can't go there. Cordelia Chase? Does not do relationships. Especially not one with those equipped with a uterus.
"Havin' fun?"
"What?"
I've been so busy convincing myself out of the stronghold of the lesbian militia, that I have to literally force myself to look up at Faith.
Oh. Fun. Yeah, that's right. I remember fun. "Yes, actually." I smile and at least this one's genuine, because I am. "You?"
I raised an eyebrow at her, in almost a mock imitation as she asked me what. Seemed like someone was distracted tonight. Was she thinkin' about Angel? I hoped not, cause that was the whole point of gettin' dressed up and goin' out tonight, not thinking about Angel.
"Well, it beats running for our lives, and it definitely beats shopping. So I'd say yeah." I grinned at her, when I made the remark about shopping.
"Sorry Cor, but you know shoppin' just ain't my thing."
I gulped down the rest of my drink, not even feeling my buzz yet. Damn being a slayer, it made your tolerance to pretty much anything impossibly high.
"Hmm, with you on the running for our lives thing..." I nodded, taking the obligatory look round the club. I didn't think Angel's guys would be dumb enough to jump us in a place as packed as this but you never knew, did you? Especially with Angel being all Mr. Sanity Challenged these days.
She suggested shots and I turned back towards her, smiling. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better? I'd say you were trying to get me drunk..."
I leaned back over the bar, waving the bartender over and ordered four shots of whiskey. Was I nuts? Very probably. Whiskey and me very non-mixy things. But hey, supposed to be having fun here.
I picked two up, handed one to Faith, and meeting her eyes, I knocked my glass against hers, "Here's to you. For staying with me these past few months and... Helping me run for said life." I didn't say thanks outright... But I made it pretty clear that that's what it was.
I grinned at her, taking in all of her through dark eyes. Was that like the Cordy version of Thank you? Hey, least it was better than mine, I didn't really do the whole apology thing.
"Hey, it's not like I got anything better to do." My eyes flashed at her in amusement, as I clinked my shot of whiskey against hers and then we both quicky took the shot.
The whiskey burned my throat something wicked as it went down. But damn, it felt good to just relax for a night. Without thinkin' about it, I grabbed the other shot glass and quickly took that one too.
The rest of the night pretty much went on the same way. We got shot after shot, and danced song after song. By the end of the night we were dancing much closer, and I was suddenly psyched that my tolerance was so high. I wouldn't want to be Cordelia tomorow morning.
The song ended, and I stepped away from Cordelia and looked into her face. "This scene's pretty beat. Wanna bail?" I asked, impulsively grabbing her hand.
By the end of that last song I was pretty buzzed, teetering in heels that had seemed a good idea earlier this afternoon.
I wanted to party more - hell, drink more - but more than anything, I wanted to get home. Home. Wow, that was weird... Thinking of that place as home. I'd never had anywhere that nice for a long time, not since the IRS got all huffy, anyway.
I let Faith take my hand and grinned, "Upward and onward. Or something." Was I drunk?! Eww. There's nothing worse than drunk me. I forget what I'm saying, I-- Wait, that's not actually much different to sober-Cordy.
She led me up the stairs from the dancefloor and I yanked her backwards a second, tottering towards the bar and offering the guy behind it a fifty for a nice bottle of that JD Faith liked so much...
Then, we were outside, Faith whistling for a cab as I huddled beside her, shivering. It wasn't really cold, I don't think... Just... Well, body heat in a club then coming outside to this? Not exactly warm-makin' for visiongirl, y'know?
"I had fun." I said after a moment, when no cab looked like it was stopping, "Thanks."
Clutching the JD in one hand, I held Cordelia's with my other as we tried to get a cab. Damn taxis they're all the same everywhere. None of them even slowed for us, and then they all seemed to be gone.
"You are fun. Just full of surprises." Nothin' I liked more than surprises. And I Definitely used to think Cor was a stuck up tightass with no sense of fun.
"Looks like were walkin'." I said, smirking at her.
Cor was three sheets to the wind, for real. It was wierd because she was fun, and we were fun and this was fun. And fuck, maybe I was a little drunker than I thought.
Pulling Cordy down an alleyway I kept an open eye for more commando types. Angel better not fuck with us again or he might just end up meeting the pointy end of my stake.
"Full of surprises, that's me." I nodded, grinning. I was starting to think that these shoes - while way up high on the pretty-o-meter - were just not built for walking.
I didn't grumble, though. No pain, no gain was always my motto when it came to fashion.
I picked my steps carefully, trying my damndest not to fall over, when Faith dragged me into an alley.
I guess it made sense, not walking around in broad nightlight or whatever. But when the homeless guy stepped out from behind a doorway? I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then I laughed. The homeless guy muttered something about crazy girls and I looked at Faith, shaking my head. "Something about alleyways, I guess..." I muttered, clutching her hand just that little bit tighter.
I snickered when Cordy screamed at the homeless guy. Girl was wicked jumpy tonight. Well, I guess we were both wicked jumpy in general.
"Don't worry." I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand slightly. "I got your back." I was hoping that might make her relax a little bit. But at this point I think she knew I had her back, and she had mine. Hey, she was the glowy chick that saved my ass from those commandos.
Speaking of, I'd really like to pay Soul Boy back for those broken ribs.
I looked into Cor's face and saw the way she was looking at me, it got me all fired up. Damn, didn't I say I wasn't gonna let her do that to me? Impulsively I pulled her closer to me with my hand and pressed my lips to hers.
Waiting to get slapped.....any second now. Let's hope she didn't pull out her glowy trick.
"I got your back." Four words. Four tiny little words that seemed so little but meant so much.
I looked up at her when she said that, not sure how to reply. I had hers too - I could tell her that, but right now? Words were failing me.
Maybe it was the alcohol or the way my heart was pounding in my ears. Maybe it was... Geez, I dunno, but when Faith leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine? I let her.
I didn't pull away, I didn't go glowy on her ass... I could have done a lot of things and instead? I kissed her back.
This was exactly why I dug Cordy so much. One minute I think I got her pegged and the next minute she's surprising me. Nothing gets me more than someone whose just full of surprises.
I let go of her hand, and gently wrapped both arms around her, parting her lips with my tongue I let my tongue wander into her mouth, exploring. She was kissing me back, and it was driving me wild.
I wanted to rip all of her clothes off right here and now, and as much as I've had no problem gettin' down and dirty in an alley way before, somehow I didn't think it was C's style.
"Let's go home." I whispered, pulling away from her slightly, my hand going back to her's. Yes, lets go home where there's a bed...
My mind was in a whirl when we started walking again, my lips practically buzzing. Me, Cordelia Chase, boy-slayer... I had just kissed Faith, she of the once evil variety and--
Oh my God.
I could taste her, her lips. Fire. Oh God. And now we were heading home for what I could only assume was more of said lips. And kissing. And stuff.
Did I mention oh my God? Before I could question it, before I could turn round and start asking the how's and the why's and the rest of it? I pulled Faith closer again, slipped my hand up and around her neck... And kissed her, harder this time.
"We really need a cab." I whispered against her lips, just seconds later. "Like, now."
Nodding at Cordelia, my lips still inches from her's I grabbed her hand again, for like the third time. She wanted me, oh she wanted me bad, and I wanted her too. Fuck, she was nothing like Buffy, she had the guts to admit it.
Pulling her back towards the street on the other end of the alley, I saw some dude getting into a cab. Grabbing his arm and yanking him back I pushed Cordelia into the backseat and sat beside her.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you'll have to grab the next one." I said to the angry man who was still yelling from the sidewalk.
That's it? I blink for a moment, looking at Faith, wondering what the hell just happened there. The music was pulsing and we were dancing and when I opened my eyes, I was looking at her and--
Jesus Christ on a moped, what did I think was gonna happen?
Last time I checked? I wasn't Willow, wasn't gay. I was in love with-- Was, were, am. It's all pretty much semantics, isn't it? Not gay, not a lesbian... Not wanting to feel her body against mine and-- What the hell is wrong with me?
I nod, dumbly, and walk away from Faith before she has chance to do it to me, heading up to the bar. Maybe if I could think clearly I could open my mouth, ask her what the hell just happened. Then again, I'm not thinking clearly.
I'm thinking... I'm thinking alcohol. Lots of it. I came here to dance and forget, not turn into Ms. Raging Lesbian 2004.
"What do you want to drink?" I call out when she reaches my side, forcing my audition-smile onto my face. La-la-la, bright shiny evening, nothing wrong. The music started up again and I, for one, am glad. I don't think Faith's the kind for talking or delving into feeling crap but-- Then again, she's surprised me twice these past two days, she could do it again.
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Slightly annoyed, I followed her to the bar. I was already dizzy from the music, and the closeness with Cor but what the fuck. Why not get even dizzyer with a few drinks.
"Jack and Coke." I said simply to Cor, and stood watching her as she placed the order to the bartender.
It didn't take the dude behind the bar long to hand her two drinks, one of which she handed right off to me. I thought about sayin' something to her but instead gulped down half of my drink in one swallow.
Oh yeah, that hit the spot...
"Havin' fun?" I asked Cordelia, and was sort of pissed at myself for caring whether she was having fun or not. Kinda spent way too much time over the last few weeks worrying about how Cordelia was feeling. This wasn't my style, what the fuck was wrong with me?
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Instead? There was dancing... Writhing, actually, while standing up and fully clothed. And then Faith was so close that I almost considered-- Nope. Not going there. Can't go there. Cordelia Chase? Does not do relationships. Especially not one with those equipped with a uterus.
"Havin' fun?"
"What?"
I've been so busy convincing myself out of the stronghold of the lesbian militia, that I have to literally force myself to look up at Faith.
Oh. Fun. Yeah, that's right. I remember fun. "Yes, actually." I smile and at least this one's genuine, because I am. "You?"
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"Well, it beats running for our lives, and it definitely beats shopping. So I'd say yeah." I grinned at her, when I made the remark about shopping.
"Sorry Cor, but you know shoppin' just ain't my thing."
I gulped down the rest of my drink, not even feeling my buzz yet. Damn being a slayer, it made your tolerance to pretty much anything impossibly high.
"Let's do a shot."
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She suggested shots and I turned back towards her, smiling. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better? I'd say you were trying to get me drunk..."
I leaned back over the bar, waving the bartender over and ordered four shots of whiskey. Was I nuts? Very probably. Whiskey and me very non-mixy things. But hey, supposed to be having fun here.
I picked two up, handed one to Faith, and meeting her eyes, I knocked my glass against hers, "Here's to you. For staying with me these past few months and... Helping me run for said life." I didn't say thanks outright... But I made it pretty clear that that's what it was.
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"Hey, it's not like I got anything better to do." My eyes flashed at her in amusement, as I clinked my shot of whiskey against hers and then we both quicky took the shot.
The whiskey burned my throat something wicked as it went down. But damn, it felt good to just relax for a night. Without thinkin' about it, I grabbed the other shot glass and quickly took that one too.
The rest of the night pretty much went on the same way. We got shot after shot, and danced song after song. By the end of the night we were dancing much closer, and I was suddenly psyched that my tolerance was so high. I wouldn't want to be Cordelia tomorow morning.
The song ended, and I stepped away from Cordelia and looked into her face.
"This scene's pretty beat. Wanna bail?" I asked, impulsively grabbing her hand.
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I wanted to party more - hell, drink more - but more than anything, I wanted to get home. Home. Wow, that was weird... Thinking of that place as home. I'd never had anywhere that nice for a long time, not since the IRS got all huffy, anyway.
I let Faith take my hand and grinned, "Upward and onward. Or something." Was I drunk?! Eww. There's nothing worse than drunk me. I forget what I'm saying, I-- Wait, that's not actually much different to sober-Cordy.
She led me up the stairs from the dancefloor and I yanked her backwards a second, tottering towards the bar and offering the guy behind it a fifty for a nice bottle of that JD Faith liked so much...
Then, we were outside, Faith whistling for a cab as I huddled beside her, shivering. It wasn't really cold, I don't think... Just... Well, body heat in a club then coming outside to this? Not exactly warm-makin' for visiongirl, y'know?
"I had fun." I said after a moment, when no cab looked like it was stopping, "Thanks."
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"You are fun. Just full of surprises." Nothin' I liked more than surprises. And I Definitely used to think Cor was a stuck up tightass with no sense of fun.
"Looks like were walkin'." I said, smirking at her.
Cor was three sheets to the wind, for real. It was wierd because she was fun, and we were fun and this was fun. And fuck, maybe I was a little drunker than I thought.
Pulling Cordy down an alleyway I kept an open eye for more commando types. Angel better not fuck with us again or he might just end up meeting the pointy end of my stake.
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I didn't grumble, though. No pain, no gain was always my motto when it came to fashion.
I picked my steps carefully, trying my damndest not to fall over, when Faith dragged me into an alley.
I guess it made sense, not walking around in broad nightlight or whatever. But when the homeless guy stepped out from behind a doorway? I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And then I laughed. The homeless guy muttered something about crazy girls and I looked at Faith, shaking my head. "Something about alleyways, I guess..." I muttered, clutching her hand just that little bit tighter.
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"Don't worry." I smiled at her, and squeezed her hand slightly. "I got your back." I was hoping that might make her relax a little bit. But at this point I think she knew I had her back, and she had mine. Hey, she was the glowy chick that saved my ass from those commandos.
Speaking of, I'd really like to pay Soul Boy back for those broken ribs.
I looked into Cor's face and saw the way she was looking at me, it got me all fired up. Damn, didn't I say I wasn't gonna let her do that to me? Impulsively I pulled her closer to me with my hand and pressed my lips to hers.
Waiting to get slapped.....any second now. Let's hope she didn't pull out her glowy trick.
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I looked up at her when she said that, not sure how to reply. I had hers too - I could tell her that, but right now? Words were failing me.
Maybe it was the alcohol or the way my heart was pounding in my ears. Maybe it was... Geez, I dunno, but when Faith leaned forward and pressed her lips on mine? I let her.
I didn't pull away, I didn't go glowy on her ass... I could have done a lot of things and instead? I kissed her back.
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I let go of her hand, and gently wrapped both arms around her, parting her lips with my tongue I let my tongue wander into her mouth, exploring. She was kissing me back, and it was driving me wild.
I wanted to rip all of her clothes off right here and now, and as much as I've had no problem gettin' down and dirty in an alley way before, somehow I didn't think it was C's style.
"Let's go home." I whispered, pulling away from her slightly, my hand going back to her's. Yes, lets go home where there's a bed...
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My mind was in a whirl when we started walking again, my lips practically buzzing. Me, Cordelia Chase, boy-slayer... I had just kissed Faith, she of the once evil variety and--
Oh my God.
I could taste her, her lips. Fire. Oh God. And now we were heading home for what I could only assume was more of said lips. And kissing. And stuff.
Did I mention oh my God? Before I could question it, before I could turn round and start asking the how's and the why's and the rest of it? I pulled Faith closer again, slipped my hand up and around her neck... And kissed her, harder this time.
"We really need a cab." I whispered against her lips, just seconds later. "Like, now."
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Pulling her back towards the street on the other end of the alley, I saw some dude getting into a cab. Grabbing his arm and yanking him back I pushed Cordelia into the backseat and sat beside her.
"Sorry buddy, looks like you'll have to grab the next one." I said to the angry man who was still yelling from the sidewalk.
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