Feel You 9/?
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Hello, sorry this chapter is kinda short. Hope you still find it enjoyable.
“I’m hot!” Buffy yells over the music, fanning herself. Well yeah, B, couple hours of dancing in a sweaty mass of people will do that to you. I see her nod towards the exit.
“Let’s get some air!” And just like she led me in, she’s grabbin’ my hand to lead me back out.
The cool night air is like a godsend. She was right, it was really hot in there. There’s a low stone wall surrounding a little patio area outside and she doesn’t release my hand until she’s led us to the furthest corner. She sits down on the wall and pats the spot beside her. I do as I’m told and take a seat. I lean back on my palms and sigh as I stare up at the starry sky.
After a few minutes I feel Buffy shift next to me, then her hands grabbin’ mine again, but not to lead me anywhere just to hold. And I can’t help it...I break.
“I can’t.” My voice cracks.
“What?” She looks at me but doesn’t let go.
“I can’t do this B.” I say, standing up and pulling my hand out of her grasp. She looks at me all confused like. Come on B, you’re not that dense.
“I don’t understand.” Either she’s real good at faking or I was wrong.
“This whole, you say you can’t be with me but all your actions tell me otherwise thing.” I’m layin’ it all on the line here...again, but she just looks at me with that raised eyebrow of hers.
“Ok Faith.” Now she’s standin’ up and tryin’ to grab my hand again. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” Funny, she’s the one stumblin’ around.
“Just like that B.” I say pulling my hand from hers again. “The whole hand-holding thing. What is that?” She shrugs.
“That’s what friends do.” I shake my head in disbelief. Alcohol really does mess with the brain I guess...or she’s always like this and I just haven’t noticed.
“No Buffy. That’s what couples do. All that stuff we’ve been doin’ tonight, dancing like that...that’s what couples do. And you’ve made it pretty clear that me and you...we ain’t a couple.” At this it finally looks like she’s startin’ to get it. Or she’s gotten it all along and now she’s breaking...just like I did. She looks away and when she looks back her eyes are full of tears. Negative 50 points to team Faith for makin’ her cry...again.
“I’m sorry Faith.” She says as the first couple tears spill down her cheeks. Now she’s stumbling towards me, arms going around my neck. She buries her head in my shoulder and now I can feel the tears too.
“I’m so, so sorry Faith. I didn’t mean for...” She kinda trails off and what am I supposed to do? So I just hold her; hold her until the tears stop; hold her until she’s breathin’ regular again; hold her until the boys come stumbling...or in Alex’s case strutting, out of the club, catcalling at us and sayin’ it’s time to go home.
I expect her to at least chuckle at the sight of a very plastered Xander but she doesn’t stir.
“B?” I ask softly, trying to get a view of her face. I give her a little shake and she gives me a little snore. I laugh a little in disbelieve. “You are unbelievable.” And I mean it...in more ways than one. Thank god for slayer strength. I pick her up, cradling her in my arms and make my way to the car. She sleeps with her head on my lap the whole way home and Alex is unusually quiet until we pull up to the house. He turns around in his seat and I put my finger up to my lips to make sure he stays quiet. He nods his head and starts whispering.
“Ok, so sleeping arrangements. I say boys in my room, girls in yours!” I see Xander making a slashing movement across his throat at me.
“How about Xander can take the couch. B can have my bed and I’ll join you A.” I almost laugh at the look of disappointment on his face, but Xander’s rejoicing in the drivers seat so that makes it ok.
I follow the boys into the house, Buffy’s still out like a light in my arms. I make my way into my room and set her down on the bed. Now here’s the dilemma; do I leave her in her sweat-soaked clothes or get her into something more comfortable...like...nothing? I shake my head absently. The smell will wash off, the memories won’t. So I cover her with a blanket and grab some pajamas to where before headin’ for the door, hittin’ the lights on my way out.
After a nice cold shower I finally crawl into bed. I feel Alex shift behind me. And I might be crazy but it kinda sounds like he’s giggling. So I do what any self-respecting slayer would do and give him a hard punch to the shoulder. He yelps like the little girl he is.
“Keep it down assjack.” I whisper with a self-satisfied smile on my face.
“Why?” I turn over and close my eyes.
“Thin walls.”
I’m already on my second cup of coffee when B finally emerges from my room the next day.
“Morning sunshine.” I say, handing her a mug. She smiles through a yawn.
“Where did Xander and Alex get to?” She asks, sipping the coffee contentedly.
“To the gym.” I pull out a pan and go to the fridge for some eggs.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, Alex assured him it was a great place to pick up chicks.”
“Ah, I see.” I crack a few eggs into a bowl and start scrambling them. I notice the awed look on Buffy’s face. “I never knew you could cook.” I pour the eggs into the pan and toss the dirty bowl in the sink.
“Well you never gave me a chance.” Wow, I didn’t really mean for it to come out like that...but it did. And the double meaning wasn’t lost on Buffy either. She looks away and starts fidgeting with her cup. She fidgets when she’s nervous.
“Look Faith...about last night...” Here we go.
“Yeah B?” It kinda hangs there for a minute, musta gotten stuck in the tension in the air.
“You were right.” She says simply. “I...I just...I’m sorry. And you were right.” I nod and grab a couple plates for the eggs.
“It’s cool B.” I scoop some eggs onto a plate and hand it to her with a fork. “So...we five by five?” She smiles, taking the pro-offered food.
“Yeah Faith, we are.” I smile and walk around the counter to sit next to her.
“So...Ryan huh?” I ask, making sure to keep the smile on. I wanna try and make the friend thing work ya know? I see her blush a little.
“Yeah, he’s in my history class. Blonde hair, green eyes...and he does the cutest thing with his nose when he smiles.”
“Sounds like someone I know.” She laughs and nudges me with her shoulder. So much for quittin’ cold turkey.
All too soon it’s time for the Scoobies to hit the road. Alex gives Buffy a hug and Xander a nice...firm handshake. When B turns to me I can already see the tears in her eyes.
“Aw come on B, don’t do that.” I say quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be here and...we should talk more.” She nods and smiles.
“And you’ll have to bring Alex down for a visit.”
“Ooh can I stay with Xander?” His other arm deserves a bruise too. B wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a hug.
“Love you Faith.” She doesn’t mean it how I wish she did...but she means it in her own way and I’m ok with that.
“Love you too B.” I mean it in my own way but by the way she’s not running off or getting all awkward with me, I think she’s ok with that too.
So they get in Xander’s car and Alex and I watch till they’re out of sight. I give a little sigh, can’t help it.
“Buffy and Faith sittin’ in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” This boy is seriously asking for it. So I chase him into the house.
“You are so dead!”
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Hello, sorry this chapter is kinda short. Hope you still find it enjoyable.
“I’m hot!” Buffy yells over the music, fanning herself. Well yeah, B, couple hours of dancing in a sweaty mass of people will do that to you. I see her nod towards the exit.
“Let’s get some air!” And just like she led me in, she’s grabbin’ my hand to lead me back out.
The cool night air is like a godsend. She was right, it was really hot in there. There’s a low stone wall surrounding a little patio area outside and she doesn’t release my hand until she’s led us to the furthest corner. She sits down on the wall and pats the spot beside her. I do as I’m told and take a seat. I lean back on my palms and sigh as I stare up at the starry sky.
After a few minutes I feel Buffy shift next to me, then her hands grabbin’ mine again, but not to lead me anywhere just to hold. And I can’t help it...I break.
“I can’t.” My voice cracks.
“What?” She looks at me but doesn’t let go.
“I can’t do this B.” I say, standing up and pulling my hand out of her grasp. She looks at me all confused like. Come on B, you’re not that dense.
“I don’t understand.” Either she’s real good at faking or I was wrong.
“This whole, you say you can’t be with me but all your actions tell me otherwise thing.” I’m layin’ it all on the line here...again, but she just looks at me with that raised eyebrow of hers.
“Ok Faith.” Now she’s standin’ up and tryin’ to grab my hand again. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” Funny, she’s the one stumblin’ around.
“Just like that B.” I say pulling my hand from hers again. “The whole hand-holding thing. What is that?” She shrugs.
“That’s what friends do.” I shake my head in disbelief. Alcohol really does mess with the brain I guess...or she’s always like this and I just haven’t noticed.
“No Buffy. That’s what couples do. All that stuff we’ve been doin’ tonight, dancing like that...that’s what couples do. And you’ve made it pretty clear that me and you...we ain’t a couple.” At this it finally looks like she’s startin’ to get it. Or she’s gotten it all along and now she’s breaking...just like I did. She looks away and when she looks back her eyes are full of tears. Negative 50 points to team Faith for makin’ her cry...again.
“I’m sorry Faith.” She says as the first couple tears spill down her cheeks. Now she’s stumbling towards me, arms going around my neck. She buries her head in my shoulder and now I can feel the tears too.
“I’m so, so sorry Faith. I didn’t mean for...” She kinda trails off and what am I supposed to do? So I just hold her; hold her until the tears stop; hold her until she’s breathin’ regular again; hold her until the boys come stumbling...or in Alex’s case strutting, out of the club, catcalling at us and sayin’ it’s time to go home.
I expect her to at least chuckle at the sight of a very plastered Xander but she doesn’t stir.
“B?” I ask softly, trying to get a view of her face. I give her a little shake and she gives me a little snore. I laugh a little in disbelieve. “You are unbelievable.” And I mean it...in more ways than one. Thank god for slayer strength. I pick her up, cradling her in my arms and make my way to the car. She sleeps with her head on my lap the whole way home and Alex is unusually quiet until we pull up to the house. He turns around in his seat and I put my finger up to my lips to make sure he stays quiet. He nods his head and starts whispering.
“Ok, so sleeping arrangements. I say boys in my room, girls in yours!” I see Xander making a slashing movement across his throat at me.
“How about Xander can take the couch. B can have my bed and I’ll join you A.” I almost laugh at the look of disappointment on his face, but Xander’s rejoicing in the drivers seat so that makes it ok.
I follow the boys into the house, Buffy’s still out like a light in my arms. I make my way into my room and set her down on the bed. Now here’s the dilemma; do I leave her in her sweat-soaked clothes or get her into something more comfortable...like...nothing? I shake my head absently. The smell will wash off, the memories won’t. So I cover her with a blanket and grab some pajamas to where before headin’ for the door, hittin’ the lights on my way out.
After a nice cold shower I finally crawl into bed. I feel Alex shift behind me. And I might be crazy but it kinda sounds like he’s giggling. So I do what any self-respecting slayer would do and give him a hard punch to the shoulder. He yelps like the little girl he is.
“Keep it down assjack.” I whisper with a self-satisfied smile on my face.
“Why?” I turn over and close my eyes.
“Thin walls.”
I’m already on my second cup of coffee when B finally emerges from my room the next day.
“Morning sunshine.” I say, handing her a mug. She smiles through a yawn.
“Where did Xander and Alex get to?” She asks, sipping the coffee contentedly.
“To the gym.” I pull out a pan and go to the fridge for some eggs.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, Alex assured him it was a great place to pick up chicks.”
“Ah, I see.” I crack a few eggs into a bowl and start scrambling them. I notice the awed look on Buffy’s face. “I never knew you could cook.” I pour the eggs into the pan and toss the dirty bowl in the sink.
“Well you never gave me a chance.” Wow, I didn’t really mean for it to come out like that...but it did. And the double meaning wasn’t lost on Buffy either. She looks away and starts fidgeting with her cup. She fidgets when she’s nervous.
“Look Faith...about last night...” Here we go.
“Yeah B?” It kinda hangs there for a minute, musta gotten stuck in the tension in the air.
“You were right.” She says simply. “I...I just...I’m sorry. And you were right.” I nod and grab a couple plates for the eggs.
“It’s cool B.” I scoop some eggs onto a plate and hand it to her with a fork. “So...we five by five?” She smiles, taking the pro-offered food.
“Yeah Faith, we are.” I smile and walk around the counter to sit next to her.
“So...Ryan huh?” I ask, making sure to keep the smile on. I wanna try and make the friend thing work ya know? I see her blush a little.
“Yeah, he’s in my history class. Blonde hair, green eyes...and he does the cutest thing with his nose when he smiles.”
“Sounds like someone I know.” She laughs and nudges me with her shoulder. So much for quittin’ cold turkey.
All too soon it’s time for the Scoobies to hit the road. Alex gives Buffy a hug and Xander a nice...firm handshake. When B turns to me I can already see the tears in her eyes.
“Aw come on B, don’t do that.” I say quietly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be here and...we should talk more.” She nods and smiles.
“And you’ll have to bring Alex down for a visit.”
“Ooh can I stay with Xander?” His other arm deserves a bruise too. B wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a hug.
“Love you Faith.” She doesn’t mean it how I wish she did...but she means it in her own way and I’m ok with that.
“Love you too B.” I mean it in my own way but by the way she’s not running off or getting all awkward with me, I think she’s ok with that too.
So they get in Xander’s car and Alex and I watch till they’re out of sight. I give a little sigh, can’t help it.
“Buffy and Faith sittin’ in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” This boy is seriously asking for it. So I chase him into the house.
“You are so dead!”
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