Xander with liquor bottles and without Dawn? From thepowerplayers
Faith and I had given up the search for Dawn, briefly and had stopped at a club that I had worked once before on a case, d’abolique. We went there to look for Dawn and Xander, but Faith, convincingly, assured me that it was okay for the two of us to blow off a little steam. We had been fighting a large part of the night, then we had been cleaning up dead demon bodies and preparing dead slayers for transport.
We had dealt with Buffy’s wrath, or, I should say that I had dealt with Buffy’s wrath because it was all pointed at me and then Spike had picked a fight with us over it that turned out to be bloody and bruising to all of us, Faith and I double teaming Spike and Faith eventually knocking him unconscious, where I then tossed him into a dumpster to make sure that he wasn’t left on the streets for cops or demons or anyone else to get at.
I felt amazing guilt over a lot of things and in the club, having drinks, the people there, even though it was mid morning now, daylight not too far away, had also talked about what had happened on the streets with all of those monsters, as they had called them. The people talked about how they had lost loved ones and again, just something else to add to the list for me to feel guilty about.
But, Faith had made me think slightly differently. I was going to feel responsible, at least to some degree, regardless, but she kissed me and then told me that I had killed or was responsible for the deaths of a lot of demons…that I hadn’t called the slayers over, or Willow, for them to be killed. She said that it was Giles’ fault that they were there and not mine, which was true. She told me that I couldn’t be responsible for Buffy’s anger. She said that Buffy was in love with Spike and that I shouldn’t be worried about what she thought about my personal life. She kissed me again and was convincing, although I would never blame Giles entirely for the slayers dying and would feel responsibility there and though I would never accept Buffy being with Spike.
The thing about it was, as she looked at me with those dark, gorgeous eyes, that I was attracted to her. We had sex earlier and it might not have been the best time for it, but it felt good. It was one of the only things that I could feel good about right now, and as she led me upstairs, even with the possibility of Dawn and Xander being in danger, I felt right about this too. Faith had matured so incredibly since I had first met her. She had stood up to the demons in front of her and she stared them down, and beat them back and had become a remarkable woman. I couldn’t spend my time pining away for Buffy. She and I couldn’t do things that we both needed and she was apparently hooked on Peroxide boy. Cordy was gone and I had never had a chance with her. Nina wasn’t right for me, although I had experiences a good time with her.
I made love to Faith, knowing that she wanted me, and that I couldn’t let life pass me by waiting for Buffy for something that was destined to fail, anyway. Faith and I had connected tonight and it felt right, to both of us and not just the sex, which was amazing and occurred without me losing my soul, and any repercussions from Buffy were not only all in her head and were meddlesome at this point, but they were also worth it, if Faith and I continued to connect the way that we were.
After leaving D’abolique, we decided to search for Dawn and Xander again, only we were going to check to see if they had returned to the hotel first. On the way home, we saw no demons. People were back out on the streets again, or at least the ones who went out at this hour were, and we held hands, knowing that in spite of all of the loss and the tragedies of the night, that our sexual awakening towards each other was not a mistake and wasn’t something to brood about. We held hands and walked together and when we approached the hotel, we saw Xander stumbling, with a bottle in either hand, but Dawn wasn’t there.
Faith rushed towards him, breaking away from our hand embraces, and I followed.
[Faith and Xander]
We had dealt with Buffy’s wrath, or, I should say that I had dealt with Buffy’s wrath because it was all pointed at me and then Spike had picked a fight with us over it that turned out to be bloody and bruising to all of us, Faith and I double teaming Spike and Faith eventually knocking him unconscious, where I then tossed him into a dumpster to make sure that he wasn’t left on the streets for cops or demons or anyone else to get at.
I felt amazing guilt over a lot of things and in the club, having drinks, the people there, even though it was mid morning now, daylight not too far away, had also talked about what had happened on the streets with all of those monsters, as they had called them. The people talked about how they had lost loved ones and again, just something else to add to the list for me to feel guilty about.
But, Faith had made me think slightly differently. I was going to feel responsible, at least to some degree, regardless, but she kissed me and then told me that I had killed or was responsible for the deaths of a lot of demons…that I hadn’t called the slayers over, or Willow, for them to be killed. She said that it was Giles’ fault that they were there and not mine, which was true. She told me that I couldn’t be responsible for Buffy’s anger. She said that Buffy was in love with Spike and that I shouldn’t be worried about what she thought about my personal life. She kissed me again and was convincing, although I would never blame Giles entirely for the slayers dying and would feel responsibility there and though I would never accept Buffy being with Spike.
The thing about it was, as she looked at me with those dark, gorgeous eyes, that I was attracted to her. We had sex earlier and it might not have been the best time for it, but it felt good. It was one of the only things that I could feel good about right now, and as she led me upstairs, even with the possibility of Dawn and Xander being in danger, I felt right about this too. Faith had matured so incredibly since I had first met her. She had stood up to the demons in front of her and she stared them down, and beat them back and had become a remarkable woman. I couldn’t spend my time pining away for Buffy. She and I couldn’t do things that we both needed and she was apparently hooked on Peroxide boy. Cordy was gone and I had never had a chance with her. Nina wasn’t right for me, although I had experiences a good time with her.
I made love to Faith, knowing that she wanted me, and that I couldn’t let life pass me by waiting for Buffy for something that was destined to fail, anyway. Faith and I had connected tonight and it felt right, to both of us and not just the sex, which was amazing and occurred without me losing my soul, and any repercussions from Buffy were not only all in her head and were meddlesome at this point, but they were also worth it, if Faith and I continued to connect the way that we were.
After leaving D’abolique, we decided to search for Dawn and Xander again, only we were going to check to see if they had returned to the hotel first. On the way home, we saw no demons. People were back out on the streets again, or at least the ones who went out at this hour were, and we held hands, knowing that in spite of all of the loss and the tragedies of the night, that our sexual awakening towards each other was not a mistake and wasn’t something to brood about. We held hands and walked together and when we approached the hotel, we saw Xander stumbling, with a bottle in either hand, but Dawn wasn’t there.
Faith rushed towards him, breaking away from our hand embraces, and I followed.
[Faith and Xander]