You Can't Go Home Again
I'd made the rest of the phone calls during the cab ride to the airport and while waiting for the plane. One to my building superintendent that ensured my flat would remain mine and cleaned at least once a month for as long as I could keep my rent wired in on time. One to a service that would hold my mail and forward it to me whenever I requested
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Nah. He would've shared some by now. Or, I would've found it.
"Well, I don't see the local police crashing through the doors after us, so that's something... I don't see any visible bumps or bruises, so there hasn't been a fight. Hmm... your in the same clothes, so I'm guessing even if you looked at their boutiques you didn't realize you could charge it to the room..."
Ok, what the fuck? I could've gone shopping and bought some nice shit? Why didn't he tell me? "Wes," I pouted, making his name into two syllables.
"What else..."
I rolled my eyes and took another drag. Fine, back to playing this little game? Fun. What the hell had I signed on for when I'd asked him to be my Watcher?
He was still thinking about my next possible sin, probably, and I was done with my cig when...fuck, what was her name again? Blondie from today came in making quite a little scene. Dunno why, it wasn't like she was some hooker I'd picked up and forgotten to pay. She was just a nice fuck, a nice distraction...
A nice rememberance of someone I couldn't have.
"Faith, I think that young woman is trying to get your attention."
"Yeah, I've got eyes too, Wes, I sorta noticed," I grumbled. "What, did she fucking follow me?" Great, now I had some stalker on my hands? No way was that gonna keep my profile low from the cops. Perfect.
"Guess it's your lucky day," I whispered to Wes as I grabbed his face and pulled it close to mine for a deep kiss, hoping she'd take the hint and leave or else not recognize me with someone else's tongue down my throat.
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I frowned. Apparently, Faith had made herself a new 'friend' while I was away, and now didn't want to have anything to do with the girl. I wasn't entirely sure of what had happened, but I was starting to be able to guess. The girl didn't look dangerous in the least. Quite attractive, really, strongly suggesting someone familiar...
My mouth started to open as I finally recognized the girl, but before I could say a word, Faith's hands were on my face.
"Guess it's your lucky day."
Faith kissed me, hard and deep, and I returned it with only a heartbeat's hesitation. Somewhere in the very back of my brain, I knew that she was trying to dissuade the blonde from pursuing her further, but the rest of me was quick to respond to Faith enthusiastically.
My hands found Faith's waist and tugged her closer to me, devouring her mouth with my own. There was a breathless hunger to the kiss, tinged with something temptingly familiar.
When we finally broke for air, it took me two seconds to realize that our 'attendant', Trish, was standing beside the couch.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pryce, but..." she said, nodding her head towards the blonde girl-- the dancer from Faith's club who'd reminded us both so of Buffy.
I nodded pleasantly and gestured towards the girl.
"Trish, send that young lady and her companions a bottle of Taittinger and our apologies that she must have mistaken my girlfriend here for someone else."
I left the 'and make sure she stays well away' silent, but implied. Trish smiled. "Right away, sir," she replied brightly, then walked off. The blonde left a few moments later, looking confused but not unhappy.
Turning to Faith, I raised an eyebrow. "New friend, Faith?"
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