feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

[__visiongal]

"How could you do that to him?" I asked quietly, knowing full well I wouldn't get a straight answer, "How could you let him alienate himself like that? Make him think that he was alone

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[__visiongal]

Five by five what? Right now she didn't even look three by three or even four by four. She looked... She looked shattered, broken, hanging on by a thread. And there she was insisting she was fine.

"You?"Me. How was I, exactly? Aside from blaming myself for this whole thing, for not going to see Angel when I should have, for not-- "I'm okay. Peachy even. Without the pit." I was in a place with fruit, that was a good thing, right

[__visiongal]

I was kissing Faith.

No alcohol. No life or death situations to blame it on. No nothing, I was kissing Faith because I wanted to.

I slid my hand up and into her hair, pulling her closer to me. Her lips were soft, warm.

I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks. I was relieved, I guess, crying because of it. I'd done the one thing I'd been terrified of since the rebar incident back in High School. I'd opened up, told her how I felt. It had taken my once best friend dying to do it but I had.

We pulled apart for just the barest of seconds and I looked at her, a small smile appearing on my face, "Does that mean you're staying?"

[wickedslayer]

Looking down at Cordelia, I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my hair, pulling me closer to her. That's when I felt the tears, her's rolling down her face and staining both our faces.

Damn, why'd she have to cry? She was turnin' me into the biggest softie ever, and no one ever did that to me except her. Vaguely I wondered if this meant she had won and I found I didn't really give a fuck. Win, lose....it was all pretty relative at this point in our lives.

"Yeah, I'll stay." I said quietly before kissing her softly again. It started innocently but this was me here, so nothin' was ever innocent. Besides I just wanted to forget about all of it. Best way to do that? Get lost in something pretty. I always was too easily distracted by shiny things.

"So..." I asked sly, determined to change the subject. "Are you admitting that it wasn't just the booze, that you're just really hot for my body?" I smirked as I kissed my way down her neck, listening to her breath quicken.

[__visiongal]

"Yeah, I'll stay."

I could feel my shoulders sag in relief. Would have said something. But it was hard to do that when Faith was kissing me.

Faith... Kissing... If I stopped long enough to think about it, the parallels might have outdone me. Faith. Me. Faith. God... But those lips, those soft, full lips-- Well, they were enough to keep my mind occupied... Until she pulled away.

"So... Are you admitting that it wasn't just th ebooze, that you're just really hot for my body?"

"Nope," I murmured with a soft, lazy smile, my breath quickening as she kissed my neck, "I just want you for your brains, Faith." Ha.

[wickedslayer]

I snorted at that one in spite of myself. My brains? Yeah right. Come on now, I might be a good slayer but I definitely wasn't the brains of this operation. No I was running my fingers against the skin of the brains of this operation.

"Well you know, you know what they say." I said, pausing between most of the words to kiss the base of her throat and then up towards her chin again. "I'm wicked smart." I grinned at her wickedly before pressing my lips hard to her's again and slipping my fingers underneath her shirt, feeling her warm flesh underneath my fingertips.

My fingers trailed tentatively up to her full breasts, one fingertip trailing lightly over her nipples. I smirked as she moaned into my mouth.

[__visiongal]

"Nope, what do they say," I half-asked, half-groaned as she trailed kisses up my throat. This was what I wanted.

See, I remembered most of our drunken night. But parts were... Well, hazy. And if the half-rememberance was anything to go by? Repeat performances should so very much be on the cards.

"I'm wicked smart." I would have answered that but-- Kinda hard with Faith kissing me and her hands under my-- Fuck.

I moaned into her mouth, not the least bit ashamed, and slipped my hands between us. "You know what else they stay?" She stopped the kissing to look at me, a lazy smile on her face, "Slayers with too many clothes on should get undressed. Like now." Okay, maybe nobody ever had said that.

But I was thinking it!

[wickedslayer]

"Is that what they say?" I asked, grinnin' down at her. She nodded at me a coy smile covering her own mouth. Mmm that mouth, everything about Cordelia was just fuckable. "Who am I to argue with them?" Seriously though. My girl could be a centerfold model easy. But she wasn't, nope. Her naked body was just about to be on display for my eyes alone. Eyes and other parts.

Tentatively my hand retreated from under her shirt, and quickly I reached for the end of my own shirt and pulled it off over my head. Now it wasn't very fair for me to be all topless and her to be fully clothed. With deft fingers I began unbuttoning her shirt until a black lacy bra was staring at me. The only thing holding back the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. And I've seen alot of boobs.

Finding the clasp I unhooked it so she was free of the bra. My fingers gently trailed along them as I sat straddling her. Didn't know why I was takin' my sweet time with her. Usually I was all about divin' right into the good stuff.